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THIRD PART.
TIVES jTiNG UP,
Aa Incident of Prison Life at Ander-
sonville Tbat Has Meyer Before
Been Told in Type.
JBREAKIHG UP A CUT-THROAT GAKG
4 That Murdered and Plundered Their Fellow
Sufferers in the Most Brutal and
Heartless Manner.
S-A
k ' BIX HA5GED ON THE 6AME SCAFFOLD.
Et7 f a Tnstlj Told by Colonel John HcKlroy,
Who participated In It.
tCOSSXSFOXDXXCX OT TBS DISPATCH.
WASHiXGTOir, August 16.
TALKED last night
with & man who aided
in the hanging of the
six raiders in Ander
sonville in July, 1864.
These men were all
murderers. They ware
bountyjumpen, thieve
and scoundrels, and the
lull details of the exe
cution have never been
given to the public. It
is one of the most re
markable tragedies of
prison history dnring
the late war and it re
sulted in bringing or
der out of chaos for the
25.000 men who were
confined in the Ander
sonville stockade.
Colonel John McElroy, the editor of the
Xational Tribune, of "Washington, tells the
story. He was one of the youngest soldiers
of the late war. He shouldered a musket at
16, was captured at Jonesville, Virginia, ,in
1863, and after a short stay at the prison in
Blehmond, found himself ia Andersonville.
The exchange of prisoners between the
North and the South stopped on July 3,
1863, and from this time on the Southern
prisons rapidlv filled. In January, 186i
there were 15,000 prisoners in Richmond and
Danville, and in April, '64, the number of
prisoners in Andersonville was 9,500. At
the end of Mav this number had increased to
19,000, and at'the end of June to 26,000.
These raiders were hung in July, and at the
end of that month there were 31,000 prison
ers in the stockade.
AXDEBSOjrTCLLE FBISOX.
Baid Colonel' McElroy: Ion cannot
imagine the crowded condition of the prison.
It consisted, yon Know, of a field covering
abont four city squares, outside of which ex
tended a high stockade. Jnst inside of
thirstockade was a road 20 feet wide run
ning around the whole inside of the prison,
known as the dead line. The guards were
ordered to shoot the man who got his fingers
over this line, and I remember one day in
fixing my tent, which was just outside of
the dead line, I heard the ping of a bullet
and jnst escaped being shot for having my
elbow over the edge.
The prison was in the shape of a rectangle
and it consisted of two hills, which sloped
down toward the center through which ran
s creek perhaps 100 feet wide. On the sides j
01 wese nuis were crowueu mc luoui&nus in
the prison and at one time there, was scarce
ly room enough for all to lie down at once.
The prisoners came from all parts ol the
United States and from all the divisions of
the Union army. They did not know one
another and the new arrivals were as lost as
a man in a strange town. During the war
there was a band of so-called Union soldiers,
- who were in lact guerrillas and who preyed
off of both sides. Some of these were boun
ty jumpers, others were Union deserters and
others were made up of the thieves and cut
throats who iollow the fortunes of war to
make what they can out of either side.
A BAND Or CUT-THBOATS.
The rebels had captured a number of
these men, and they held them for a time at
Richmond with the idea of exchanging
tbem for Confederate prisoners. Our com
pany soon became acquainted with them,
aud when they were sent from Richmond to
Andersonville we spotted them. As soon
as they cot into the prison they organized
themselves into a regular band of thieves
and robbers. They had a leader and they
committed a number of murders. "When
ever a new set of prisoners was ad
mitted they would make it a point
to rush upon them, and by throwing
blankets over their heads, or knock
ing them down, would be able to steal
whatever valuables they brought into prison
with them. The men who came .in, know
ing no one. would suppose that the whole
prison jrere like these raiders and the result
was there was no security of property. None
of the prisoners had any property to speak
of, but the new arrivals always brought in
something. In April, 1864, however, the
Confederates captured a brigade at
Plymoutb, X. C, consisting of the One
Hundred and First and One Hundred and
Tnird Pennsylvania, the Eighty-filth New
York, the Sixteenth Connecticut and come
other organizations. The most of these men
bad veteranized and had arrayed themselves
In fine clothes preparatory to going home to
see their folks and sweethearts on their
veteran iurlough.
THBEE BBUTAL 2IUBDEBS.
By the terms of their capture they were
allowed to keep their personal property, and
' they formed a fine quarry for the raiders.
As soon as they entered Andersonville they
were attacked, and some who offered resist
ance were killed. Others were beaten over
the head with clubs made of heavy pine
knots or cut with knives or razors. The
whole camp was in a state of terror over
these outrages. I remember one morning
seeinc three men who had been killed the
night before by the raiders. Their throats
were cut, and it at last became so common
that almost any time during the day you
would see a mob in some part of the camp
brought about by these men.
Many attempts were made by the law
abiding soldiers of the prison to secure or
der in their immediate vicinity. Each
squad or clan as it were, had its own place,
but those squads nearest the dead line finally
resolved themselves into a little organiza
tion for mutual self-protection. I belonged
to one of these companies, and our part was
the only portion of the prison where any
kind of order prevailed. The rest of the
place was held by the raiders, and anarchy
reigned.
A SECBET OBQAJUZATIOH.
It got worse and worse everyday, and to
ward the latter part of June Sergeant Le
Hoy L. Key, ol Company M. of my battal
ion of the Sixteenth Illinois Cavalry un
dertook the organization of a force of regu
lators. There was a number ol his old bat
talion In the prison and the organization
'soon included BQable-bodied boys who had
not succumbed to the pestilential scurvy,
and other diseases of the camp. This or
ganization was made very quietly as the
raiders were ready to crush out anything of
the kind by the assassination of tbe leader.
It was kept so secret that they got no ink
ling of it till the night of July 2, 1864, and
then Key had 600 boys organized and armed
with clnbf which were tied to their wrists
with strings. These clubs were about the
vise of polieemaa club. They were of
piae, with kxota en the end of them, sad
UNU
formed a very effective weapon. The raiders
at this time had their headquarters in a big
tent made of blankets, which they had
stolen from others. It was on the south
side of the prison and was known as the
round tent As soon ,as they heard of it
they sent three roughs armed with knives
and brass knuckles to assault Key, but Key
had gotten a revolver which bad been
smuggled in in one of the Plymouth men s
knapsacks, and he stood them of
THE PBISOK HEAD CONSENTED.
"We then saw that the conflict, was im
minent, and that night was spent in prepar
ing for it. Key went to see Wira, the head
or the prison. He told him the condition
of affairs and "Wirz agreed to suspend for
the next few days the order for the artillery
to open upon us without warning in the
event of our assembling inside the stockade
in any numbers for any purpose except roll
call. "Wirz sanctioned Key's actions and
agreed to take charge of the prisoners whom
Key should arrest. The whole prison iu
the meantime, had become aware that some
thing was going on, but they did not know
what it was. A great" many thought that
there was a fight between theKnownothings
and the foreigners and consequently the
sympathies of the camp were not with us.
The most of these robbers were, by the way,
foreigners.
"We formed on the morning or the 3d of
July, and moved up to the round tent to at-
Tney Found Key Prepared.
tack the raiders. They were ready for us
and in a short tlma ihere was some club
practice there that would have put to the
blush the contests of Donnybrook Pair. "We
made it a rule to hit with a club every man
who did not belong to our squad, that came
near us, and we finally routed the raiders
and arrested 125 of them.
WTBZ TOOK NO CHANCES.
"Wirz, though he had given permission
for us to make the arrest, did not take a
moment's chance on us. He had his guards
in the rifle pits surrounding the prison
armed with muskets and hand grenades, and
the 19 pieces of artillery were loaded and
tbe gunners stood beside them with the lan
yards in their hands. He was afraid to
bpen the gates to issue the rations to the
prisoners that night, owing to the commo
tion, and the result was that we got no food
till the next dar, and then the uiush was
all spoiled. "We were then being fed upon
mush and the days of corn bread were
played out. This mush was shoveled into
the wagons that were used to carry the dead
out of the prison at night, and by standing
in the sun all day maggots-were bred iD it
and it was unfit tor eating. We got nothing
to eat until the next day which was Pourth
of July.
Key, in the meantime, had given the
prisoners over to "Wirz, and toward the even
ing of the 4th "Wirz sent word that he could
not hold for him so' many prisoners, and he
must pick out the worst and he would send
the rest back into the prison. Key then
went in and selected tbe worst for trial. He
lectured theTest aui turned them back into
the stockade. In the meantime the Test of
the prisoners had learned what we were
doing, and thejFwere all with us.
TOOK THEXB BEVEHGE.
They learned that some of the raiders were
to be sent back, and they formed a line on
each side of the gate where they were to
come in. Nearly every man in these two
lines had suffered from their depredations
and theywere ready for vengeance. Each
manhad a club, and the Confederate offi
cers, who enjoyed the- spectacle of seeing
the Yankees clubbing each other, only let
one man in at a time. Every one had to
run this gauntlet, and all received serious
beatings. One man was killed. He was a
sailor, and he had secieted a knife in his
boot. He cut his way along until he came
to a man who had a rail. He dropped this
on his head. The sailor fell, and he was
beaten so that the bad food and air finally
killed him.
Key now formed a courtmartial consist
ing of 13 sergeants selected from the newest
prisoners in order that they might be free
from prejudice. I don't know where any
of these men now are except tbe Bev. T. J.
Sheppard, of Kenton, O., who is now a
prominent Methodist clergyman there. He
was last year chaplain and chief of the Ohio
G. A. B. The Judge Advocate was a mem-
Sunning tn Gauntlet,
ber of the Third Missouri Cavalry, and his
name was Dick McCullough. The raiders
were defended by a shyster lawyer from New
York, and were given a fair trial. "We had
some fair lawyers in the prison and upon
the courtmartial.
v THEIB PATE 'WAS SEALED.
The sentence, however, was that six of the
worst prisoners were guilty of murder, and
should be hanged. This sentence was sub
mitted to, General J. H. "Winder, the rebel
Commissary General. He considered it a
day or so, and finally confirmed it. I had
acted as a sergeant of my company in ar
resting the raiders, and I supposed that our
work was ended when we had given tbem
into "Wirt's hands. I supposed that Key
would himself carry out the rest of the pro
gramme, whatever that might be. On the
morning of July 11, however, one of the
boys of mybattallion came to me and said:
"McElroy, Key is going to hang the raid
ers to-day. He wants you to get yourcom
pany together and go to the ration place on
the South .side, and guard the men who are
to put up tne scanoia."
This message struck me all aghast I had
talked very strongly in favor of hanging the
fellows, but I had no idea that I would be
asked to participate in carrying it out I
wasoon made to realize. howeverlthat my
only way out of tbe trouble was to 'do what
was asked of me or else to make a humil
iating backdown and figure as a black
guard. I accepted the less disagreeable
horn of the dilemma and went "
WOOD WAS PBECIOUS.
There were two reasons for guarding the
scaffold, first, because we expected a rush
Irom the friends of the condemned to inter
fere with the work, and second, the need of
wood inthe prison was so great that unless
the timber was guarded carefully it would
be snatched out of the hands of the work
men. At that time the roots of the trees,
which had gone down into, the ground for
four or five feet, were being dug up by the
.prisoners in order that they might be dried
THE PTTTSBIIRG DISPATCK
and used for cooking. We had one or two
raids upon us while the scaffold was being
made. In the meantime Wirz bad got the
whole garrison under arms. The rifle pits
were filled with inlantryand the artillery
men were at their guns and ready to fire.
When the time arrived for the hanging
there were 15,000 men packed about the
scaffold which was inside of the hollow
square made by 200 regulators. My com
pany formed each side of this square, and as
I stood there I Bhall never forget tbe sight
that met my eyes upon the north side of the
camp. The slope was just gradual enough
to make the heads and: shoulders of each
line of men appear over those of the line in
front of them, so as to produce the effect of
a sloping wall of human faces.
TURNED OVEB BY WIBZ.
In a short time Wirz came in with the six
condemned under guard. They were ac
companied by Father Mahoney, the Catholic
priest of Macon, who was the only minister
of the gospel who made any pretense of at
tending to tbe spiritual wants of the prison
ers. Dressed in the appropriate Church
robes for the occasion, he read the service for
the condemned. Wirz rode up on a white
horse in his usual suit of white dnck, which
had given him the camp nickname of
"Death on the Pale Horse." After he had
gotten inside of the hollow square he pointed
to the prisoners and said in his broken Ger
man: ''Brizners, I bring dese men backto
you so goot as I got dem. You haf tried
dem yourselves and found themgnilty. You
haf sentenced them, and now do mit dem as
you bleezes and I wash my hands of the
whole bizness. May Gott haf mercy on you
and dem. Garts about face. Porward,
marchl" and with that he left us.
The prisoners looked up at the dangling
ropes and several of them simultaneously
exclaimed: "Mv Godl boys, you're not go
ing to really hang us." Key, who was
standing by the scaffold, with several ot his
aids, answered: "Boys, that's just about the
size of it," and the murderers then began to
appeal to the crowd that was packed about
them.
A IIBBCTLESS CBOWD.
One of them asked the rest to be still and
let the priest speak, and the priest began to
make an appeal for them. As soon as bis
drift was understood a terrible cry went up
from all parts of that vast crowd: "No, noi
hang theml hang them!" Just at this mo
ment one of the condemned standing nearest
me threw his broad-brimmed hat on the
ground and veiled out: "By God! I'll try
for it or I'll dio for itl" and throwing his
arms over his face to protect his eyes he
bent his head and came like a battering
ram against our company. We struck at
him with the clubs and knocked him to his
knees. He got up and forced himself
through the crowd.
A scene of tbe wildest confusion' followed.
Everyone was expecting the cannon and in
fantry to open upon us and the 15,000 men
stampeded in every direction away from the
stockade. Tbere had been a number of
wells dug and some of the men fell into
these and broke their legs, others were
trampled upon and Wirz who was watching
the scene from the prison -headquarters, lost
his head and yelled to the guards "Fire,
fire!" The captain of the guards, however,
had more sense and did not give the order.
BEADY FOB THE WOBD.
Two of the boys of my company ran after
the prisoner who had escaped. They fol
lowed him through a quagmire whioh was
thigh deep and knocked him down. Key
in the meantime ordered the otber men onto
tbe scaffold and as they stood there this man
was brought in almost fainting. He drank
about a bucket full of water and all ot tbe
prisoners partook of water freely. Father
Mahoney then resnmed the reading ofthe
service but was constantly interrupted by
a fellow named Deianey who was constant1
ly shouting out messages to his pals in the
crowd as to what to do with the booty he had
left The priest reproved him atone time.
At last Key said: "Only two minutes
and one-half more for talk."
He then stepped back and raited his band,
whereupon Deianey yelled out "Goodbye,
boys. If I have hurted any of you, forgive
me."
At Key's signal the six regulators selected
for hangmen then tied the hands and feet of
the condemned, put the ropes around their
necks and pulled meal sacks down over their
faces.
ONE MAN HANGED TWICE.
Two men stood on the ground below and
held the ropes which fastened the board
which upheld the drop upon which the pris
oners stood. Key dropped his hand, the
hangmen jumped from the scaffold and the
men on tbe ground jerked away the board.
The men all fell and spun around on tbe end
of the ropes. There was one exception.
This was a tall raw-boned, strong-necked
man, named Mosby, who was second from
tbe end of the line. His rope broke and he
fell insensible to the ground. A couple of
the regulators ran to him, threw water in bis
lace and brought him to. He thought at
first he was in the other world, but he was
taken to the scaffold and hung.
At the end of a short time the hospital
steward pronounced the men dead and
they were cut down. The whole camp
passed around and looked at their bodies
and they were buried in a separate part of
the cemetery from the rest of the prisoners.
Their graves are, I am told, there to this
day. The hanging ot tbem broke up their
band, and after this we had a police Organi
zation inside of the prison. We had our
fixed punishment, and we were as far as
possible a community of law and order.
Pbank G. Cabpenteb.
FOBECASTXflO THTJNDEB STORMS.
How to Become Familiar With Certain
Signs of Their Coming,
Popular Science Monthly. J f
When tbe daily weather charts are drawn,
if we find that there is an uneveness in the
isobaric lines that is, if these are wavy, or
bulge out irregularly we know that thun
der storms are likely to burst somewhere or
other over the country, but that is all we
can say. At each station the barometer is
unsteady the mercury moving up and
down in the tube during the actual con
tinuance ofthe storm, but this oscillation of
the mercurial column has nothing to do
with the irregularity in the isobario lines
above mentioned. Forecasting these storms
is, therefore, always an uncertain and thank
less task, for local success is rarely attained.
Among the earliest symptoms of tbe ap
proach of a thunder-storm is the appearance
on the western horizon of a line of cumulus
(wool pack) clouds, exhibiting a peculiar
turreted structure. I say on the western
horizon, for most of our changes of weather
come from that quarter, and it has been
proved that thunder-storms, like wind
storms, advance over the country, generally,
from some westerly point The bank of
clouds moves on, and over it -appear first
streamers and then sheets of liphter upper
cloud cirrus (or mare's tall), which spread
over the sky with extreme rapidity. The
heavy cloud mass comes up under this film,
and it is a general observation that no elec
trical explosion or downfall of rain ever
takes place from a cloud unless streamers of
cirrus, emanating from its upper surface,
are visible when the cloud is looked at side
ways from a distance.
HAlBTEAiyfi WATEBMELQHS.
Tko
Field Marshal's Capacity for Them
Increases With His Year.
New York fret s,:
Watermelons are Murat Hal stead's chief
delight "When I was a boy," he says, '1
used to sit on the Court House steps, eat
ungodly doses of watermelon and throw the
shells all around. The appetite has never
left me. It has grownwitb my growth, and
now that I am 60 I can eat six times as
much watermelon as I conld when I was
10."
Another favonta dish of this political
warhorse is iced consomme. Mr. Halstead
is an admirable host, and when he gives a,
dinner or'luncheon, as he often dot, hiSj
unenas ivt royauy,
PITTSBURG, SUNDAY,
TIRGINIA SKETCHES.
Senator John W. Daniel and His
Family at Their Pretty Home.
A STOKI OP GEN. JUBAL A. EABLT.
Th8 Tillage of Mons Where stranger Are
a Mine Days' Wonder.
A GLIMPSE OP THE PEAKS OP OTTER
IWBOTXir TOB THIS DISPATCH.
As early as half-past six this morning
groups of men, with very serious faces, were
to be seen talking in hushed tones at the
corners of the village roads, and women wijh
awed voices, were conversing across the
fences that separated adjoining yards.
Even the children, on the way to the hills,
forgot to play, and lingered about the
groups of men to catch a stray word or two.
For into the village ot Mons and in the
dead of last night, we had ridden, two
strange horsemen, and had gone to bed at
the village tavern, and slept And the
townsmen of Mons had never known its
parallel. Surely it had never occurred in
the recollection of the oldest inhabitant.
Two strange riders, clad in velveteen, on
bob-tailed horses, and swinging heavy
English riding sticks all this and in the
middle of the night thus to cheat them! was
too much lor tho good people of Mons, who
had lived away over here in the mountains
of Virginia for so many, many yeaw, un
disturbed by the entrance of other than the
native tuccahoe, and it was cruel this
awakening.
PANNT AND HEB LOVE.
And this is all there is or can be said of
tbe village of Monr, for the little mountain
burg has long, long been sleeping, and I
fear will know no waking. But I found
i one bit of romance. It was told me riding
down the mountain road, it is interesting,
it is a tale of love, and it's laughing at
locksmiths. In the skirts of this village
there lived a few days ago a maiden as un
happy as ever wai the -fair daugh
ter of the house of Capulet, only
Juliet of old was a trifle more
conrageons. Her name was "Fanny, '
Seen In the Village of Mont.
and so she was familiarly called by all
the villagers. "Fanny" is tall and stately,
with a face as purely Puritan aswasPris
cilla's, and her clean pretty face and'petlte
figure had been for many years the delight
of the villagers.
"I myserf hev seed her," said my in
former, treading her way alone through the
fields of clover, roving, knitting as Bhe
went and surelv not a thought of sorrow
filled her heart that day, for she was smiling
Bweetiy to herself. But, alas! Panny fell
in love. It was one of the village swain.
"Jeannie" was his name, but Fanny's peo
ple did not like him.
she must oo. ,
What wonder, then, that some nights ago,
when shepledged him beneath the trysting
treetir jakaf hfin fTthe rdooffwaToH; to
be his, hit .own, and his" forever what won
der that her voice quayered, and when she
bade him 'by, she hung a moment on her
last words, uncertain what the rueing of
that pledge should be! At any rate tbe
lovers were awakened early to the bitter
truth that the doings of that sweet day to
come were being seriously discussed by ob
jecting brothers and brothers-in-law; that
terrible steps would be taken to prevent it
Fanny was called into council. In tears
she consented to go to go away; and the
little valise was quickly packed and dis
patched to tbe neighboring depot, and poor
Fanny, the joy of tho villagers and the
country round, was to be torn from tbem and
from the arms of her lover, and sent to the
care of relatives in a far Western town.
What of "Jeannie"? For a time it was
feared he would head the aroused villagers,
who had gathered to his aid, and bear his
bride away in the teeth of it all, dnd if
need be, over the bodies of his opposers.
But it was all of no use. The two brothers,
satisfied of their work, had cone to the
"public speakin " in a neighboring town,
and Fanny was ticketed for the West
FBIENDS TO THE RESCUE.
But Fanny had two friends, one a brother-in-law
"Minnie" they call him a typical
Falstaff a jolly good fellow; and the other
a determined little maiden, with a sort of
air, determined nevertheless that her
friend should prove tbe exception to this
rule. And her name wa "Fanny" like
So' it was in tbe little waiting room at the
neighboring depot that the parting scene
was being enacted. The whistle of the train
mi hA&rd. and no time was to be lost
Alack the tears! the sighi! the groans! the
wailing of the unfortunate lovers! It was
$mm$
The Main Peak of Otter.
too tnuch for Falstaff. Turning to Fanny
he caught her hind, and said with a tremor
in his voice:
"Fanny, do you love this man Jean
nie?" And now, if you are an aitist, paint her,
when, with uplifted head and upturned eyes
and through tears and sobs most pitiful, she
only said in answer:
"Do I love him? Do I love him?
Heaven help me."
That was all. Falstaff moaned. They
all wept! and Jeannie -poor soul!
XHET DIDN'T GO WEST.
The train rnsbed into the depot Falstaff
shouted to the agent- I'Wait! Wait! Hello,
ther! Don't ver nut thet valise on ther
train!" and quicker than it takes to tell it,
four tlcKets were purchased for Hagerstown,
not that little town in the far West, and
Falstaff, Fanny, and Fanny, and Jeannie
were hustled on the trs in. It whistled and
pulled out
The old shoe and the rice was there. The
crowd shouted and shouted: and amid all
that tumult and joy and cries of bye-bye.
the faces at the window once more laughed
hysterically through tbe tears, and tbere
was just a wave of the hand, as old Miama,
Fanny's nurse in better days, hobbled up
through the crowd, wringing her hands and
crying:
'Hol' oh, darltol on darl Gord brew
r " V (M HI-lfifc ..-:.. 7-.ML-S
I LA lgFjpi YfiWssssTsTl iTm in
ATJG-TJST; 17, x1890.
yo. liT gyrl I Gord bress my liT darlin' !
De ain nuther like her on de topper de
yeth, de am ! I knowed twur comin' ter
dis I knowed it wur ! Twarn' no use o'
dem boys foolin' nohow. Mh-mh ! En fo'
Gord, ed liT Missy gone en alldgpo' chile's
skvrts in de wash-tnb I Look a-yeah,
Marse Jeannie I. Look yeah hoi' up dar I
I'
hands nn ver Vain I1
And that night at Hagerstown Fanny and
Jeannie were made husband and wife.
A XATUBAIi BEATTTT.
It is not far Irom the scene of this odd
affair to the Peaks of Otter, and thither
over good roads is a delightful iourney.
People are often disposed to wonder that
this celebrated place has not ere this been
Been at Senator Daniels' Borne.
made the chief attraction to Virginia
sightseers and tourists, far in all
America there is no such treat to
the eye as is to be had up there
among the clouds. People have not time
for the descriptive, and hence nothing more
will be said than that it is worth a trip
from Hong Kong, and that it and the Nat
ural Bridge and Niagara are the three
things people never tire visiting.
A year ago Mr. William E. Miller, of
Baltimore, purchased the entire mountain
on which the main peak is locatied, and for
awhile all Eastern, America were specula
ting upon the feasibility of his plans. For
phenomenal things were pnrposed, and it
was to be the wonder of the States. So the
work went on, and on; and one day Mr.
Miller died, and now the Peaks of Otter
remain as they did on' that last day of Mr.
Miller's earthly existence, a tempting, tow
ering bit of hill top, whereon the ingenious
speculator might safely turn his sands into
gold. What wonder that it has not been
done before!
EABLT AND THE CBACKEBS.
One cannot think of the neighborhood of
Lynchburg without, the familiar mental
picture of "Ole Gin'ral Juble" A. Early,
stooped in shonlders, looking worn and
weather-stained, with bands clasped behind
him, walking up and down before the door
of the National Hotel, where he maces his
home. Between here and New Orleans he
has lived for the past several years; and
though some hard things have been said
about him, there are those at Lynchburg
who can tell you of noble traits and deeds in
behalf of friends and relatives. They will
also tell you of a story which perhaps is not
familiar in print, to this effect: It
was up at somewhere during
the late "unpleasantness," where it is
charged the General fed his troops on crack
ers and water for breaklast, water and
crackers for dinner, and no supper at all.
And one day he rode along in front of the
troops drawn up in review, when the word
"crackers" was heard to go along tho line at
his heels. At every salute came the echo of
that malicious "crackers!" The General
heard it, and it was too much for him.
Wheeling suddenly around in his saddle he
cocked his pistol, and pointing it at the
troops said in a voice keyed to the scream J
oi a naw&T tnus tne story goes: Xlow,
look ahear, when Gen'ral Lee rides by, you
salute 'General Lee;' but if General Early
rides by you say 'crackers!' Now the first
durned fellow who says 'crackers' I'm
going to Kill 'im!"
SENATOB DANIELS AT HOME.
"Westerly" is'the home of Major John
W. Daniel, within reach of a good glass
from tbe Peaks of Otter, and but one mile
from Lynchburg. Here the Major lives
during tbe heated term as much as his pub
lic duties will permit. In the midst ot his
interesting family Mr. Daniel is seen at his
best, whose better elsewhere might well
serve as a superlative. And pretty Julia
Murrell that was, has lost none of her charm
and grace after these years of publio life and
domestic duties and anxieties, and it
is difficult to tell whether she is more in her
element as Mrs. Senator Daniel or as plain
Mrs. Daniel, at home. Two bright boys,
and three younger though none the fairer
littleJulia Murrells over again, make
up the household. Major Daniel is at
present much interested in his blooded
horses; and all are sensitive to the rapture
of horsebaok riding. Mrs. Daniel and
Carrie, the eldest daughter, are frequently
to be seen dashing over the roads and hills
around. Wilmeb Wilmwgton.
THE FROZEN SONG.
Bismarck Recalls BInncbansen'i Storr on
Seeing; tho Ffaonocrapb,
New York Sun. '
Bismarck was quick to perceive the prac
tical uses and effects of tbe phonograph
when it was shown to him by Mr. Edison's
agent "It will be a dangerous thing for
diplomats," he exclaimed. "It will be a
cood thing also," he added, "for they will
have to tell the truth."
Point after point came to him as he
studied the possibilities and future of the
new invention. "It seems like the reality
of Munchausen's story of the song that was
frozen in the horn) and the notes thawed
out one by one and came pealing forth long
afterward. But .Munchausen's story is
supplanted by thelreality which reproduces
the frozen notes ten thousand times," mused
tbe Chancellor. "It must bare been a
tremendous 'work to gain such treasures
from nature.
FASHIONABLE HANDSHAKUia.
Neither Graceful Nor Aareesblo bat It
Probably Came In ns a Fad.
New York Tribune.
The fashionable handshake of to-day is a
thing to womder at It is very discomfort
ing to the uninitiated, who experience not
a little surprise to feel their arm suddenly
knocked up when they are prepared for a
downward movement. However did it
originate? And why Is it done? Jt is cer
tainly angular and ungraceful.
It is curious how these fashionable fads
originate. Tbe driving a la mode with
thumbs well up came from the broken
thumb and consequently stiff joint of a well
known member of the coaching club in Lon
don and a friend of the Prince of Wales.
"What fools these mortals be!" says Pnlek,
and how very, ytrj right he is!
THE 1TAIXIBTEB FISH.
A New Species at Newport Named After
the Fnmout Society Regulator.
New York World.
Newport has a novelty in the piscatorial
line. It is a handsome, large, silver-gray
fish, which is said to be familiar in tropical
waters, hut which never until this summer
has been seen at tbe North in any numbers.
Lately it has been running in shaals at
Newport ,.t.
It has been christened the McAllister,
and a.familiar cannibalio proposition at the
Newport breakfast table nowadays is, "let
me send you a bit of broiled McAllister"
an invitation whiob, in view of tbe superior
Snality of the dainty, denixtni of the deep,
i rarely declined,
'AsiWUmm
CLOTHES THAT KILL
Missionaries Carry Their Ideas of
Civilization Too Far
AKD DESTROY THE POOESAYAGEB.
Shirts and Trousers ire Mora Deadlj Than
, Gin and Firearms.
FACTS FE0H THE SOUTH BEA ISLANDS
rWBOTXir TOE THX DISFJLTCH.1
The word of the meddlesome missionary
brought to book by the folk whose simple
lives he has marred has been written in the
expulsion of Shirley, Baker from the
Friendly Islands. Yet in otber islands of
the South Sea remain others like him. To
a benighted race they preach illumination
and call it good, and despite their profession
of good and holviutentions all turns to bad;
tbe milk curdles about the drop of rennet
Once in New Zealand a conference of
Maori chieftains mourned the encroach
ments ofthe white people, whom they call
the Pakeha, and this is the shape in .which
they preferred their lamentation to the
Queen's Commissioner:
As tbe Maori grass dies before the Pakeha
grass,
And the Maori rat dies before the Pakeha rat,
So must tbe Maori die before the Pakeba.
The ship rat has eaten up the Maori rat,
timothy has killed out all the native grasses
of New Zealand aud the Maoris themselves
are fast vanishing from the soiL
VACT3 BBAB THEM OUT.
This is true of the grandest and the
strongest savage race which Anglo-Saxon
civilization has come into contact with;
even more noticeably is It the case with the
weaker races of the tropical islands. The
Hawaiian are vanishing with mournful
rapidity; Samoan heads are lopped off
irretrievably in petty revolutions fomented
by the foreign traders: England annexed
Fill to her crown and within year an
epidemic ofthe measles, hitherto unknown,
filled 60,000 graves; French rule has
decimated the indigenes of New Caledonia,
has well nigh depopulated the Marquesas,
has already blighted Tahiti and is reaching
out its deadly taint over the'Paumotus.
Who is blamable for it? Is it the beach
comber? Ia it the trader? Can it be. the
missionary?
One of the best informed men concerning
the islands thns expressed himself to a
Parliamentary commission in New Sontb
Wales especially deputed to examine into
the trade relations of that colony with the
islands:
THE M1SSIONABY THE DEADLIEST.
"Beachcombers are a bad lot, but they are
only a few in number and they are usually
eaten before they have bad a chance to do
much damage. The traders, too, are none
of the best; they introduce muskets and gin,
and it would be hard to tell which is the
more deadly, but it is to their business in
terest to keep the people alive and indus
trious. Hundreds of natives are killed each
year by traders' muskets 'and traders' gin,
but for every hundred thus killed there is
another hundred killed by the cotton shirts
whicb the missionaries insist upon their
wearing."
It is not a pleasant .arraignment of a
commendable religious "zeal, but it is un
fortunately borne out by facts which may
not be disputed.
Tbe ordinary course of missionary labor
is generally after this wise. In his hand he
brings the one and only mold for the
proper shaping of character; into that mold
must each benighted savage be thrust and
tbere squeezed into shape. In the pressure
some must be bruised so that they die. The
fanlt lf in tntAl rienravitv. in oriorlnftl tin.
in everything but the-modei,. that is perfect-
la ail its parts, ot course.
SHIBIS AND ZB0USEB3.
The people who are by nature almost des
titute of all religious sentiments are rapidly
taught the complete system of religion, their
beads are filled with a puzzle quite beyond
tbeir comprehension. Did tbe matter stop
there no great harm would be done, but with
this tbe missionaries arenevercontent They
labor to bring their wild parish into closest
likeness to tbe civilization which produoed
themselves. Men who are bountifully fed
by the exuberance of nature must be set to
work, the complexities of government re
place the simplioity of communal fraternity,
the light and decent waistclotb, which is
comfortable under a vertical sun, is degrad
ed to the symbol of barbarism and civiliza
tion vaunts itself with the discomforts ot
shirts and trousers. With the new garb ap
pears coughs and colds and rheums, never
known before, and the consequent increase
in the number of deaths makes good the
statement that the good things of the mis
sionary kill each year as many islanders as
the evil things ot the trader.
This reads somewhat differently from the
annual reports of missionary societies, but it
is the well-matured judgment of observation
which reverences too highly the ideal of
mission service to gloss over the conspicu
ous failures.
CHABM3 MADE HABDSHIf S.
No life could be made more charming
than that on the islands of the Sonth Sea,
where life is a physical luxury, where toil
is not a necessity, where the mind is capa
ble of the most ideal freedom of the body.
All this the missionary system turns into
hardship, and the missionary who might
make a noble work olten mars all beyond
repair.
Yet the field is not all a dark one. From
scores of such slipshod teachers it is a pleas
ure to turn to the memory of one who won
the martyr's crown. A few years ago no
man was better known to savage islanders
than Bishop Patteson. His diocese was
ocean girt, the episcopal palaee was a swift
schooner and the Bishop lived afloat. He
made himself the friend of the savage, he
put himselt on his' level and thought with
his thought He was no rigid mold into
which all characters were to be cast He
rather strove to inspire savage nature with
the desire to raise itself by natural lines of
development When, at length, he came to
be killed, none mourned him rdore sincerely
than the men who, mistaking him for a
slaver, bad done him to death before they
knew their error.
ANOTHSB WISE WOBKEB.
T1 i AA a Tj.w Ytritltam TlTVat Alii
who gave up a fine position in England and
set out at his own charges to devote himself
to those who knew not civilization. Baro
tonga became bis chosen field. As years
went by he saw his people making steady
progress to a civilization whicb was not a
rigid copy of England or. America, but a
natural outgrowth of the possibilities of
Barotonga Itself. Abont him were schools
where the trained teachers were all Baro
tongans. Then he went to New Guinea and now
they sav he is making a second success at a
time of'life when most men of equal age
think only of rest and quiet reflection upon
finished deeds.
Bo runs the tale of missionaries good and
bad; a few worthy of all honor, many who
would do less harm if they were expelled as
Shirley Baker has been. That tbere is
something wrong in the mission field is
clear from the roll of deaths, the rapid ex
tinction of the heathen as Boon as they be
gin to give over tbeir heathenism. Hymn
books are not known to be deadly, tracts
carry no contagion, civilisation should not
be fatal. The fault lies not in the object
sought but in the means adopted to attain
that end; it is the average missionary who
is to blame and not his mission,
WrxiAM CmntcHrxL.
A Future for Dim.
From tbe Chicago Herald.
John Howelis, son of the novelist, has chosen
architecture for bis life work. If the young
man succeeds as well In bis line as bis father
baa la literature, John wilt ultimately becema a
plain carpenter
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'TfsKinllVssBBIssssssKH vPstv
A NOVEL DEALING WITH COTEMPORARY LIFE,
TVEITTEK FOB TIlA DISPATCH.
WILLIAM BLACK,
BY
Autlwr of "A Princess of Thole," "Sunrise," and Many Other
Stories of the Highest deputation on Two Continents.
SYNOPSIS OF FRKYIODS CHAPTERS.
The story opens at Piccadilly with aced George Bethunfiand his granddaughter, Maisrie, on
their wy to the residence of Lord Musselburgh. The old gentleman Is of a noble Scotch honso
and claims to have been defrauded of his property rights. liow he is eneaged In preparing lor
the publication o a volnme of Bcotca-American poetry, and his errand to Lord Musselbarg ls to
procure assistance from him. Maisrie Is just budding into womanhood and feels humiliated
when her Grandfather accents 50 from Lord Mnsselbure. On the way home she asks her grand
father when he will begin the work. Bhe receives an evasive answer which evidently conrmces
her that her grandfather is not in earnest At last sbe begs her grandfather to allow her to earn
a living lor the two. He refuses in bis proudest vein. Intimating tbat people should feel highly
honored to have the opportunity to assist the family of Bethune of Balloray. Malaria's mind ia
evidently made up to take some independent course. Young Via. Harris overheard the con
versation at Lord Musselburg'a residence and became strangely Interested in the young girt
He had been trained for a brilliant political career; his father is very rich and given to Social
istic ideas. Via. is still studying and finds an excuse in tbe interruptions at bis father's house
to secure a suite of rooms Just across the street from Malaria's home. He has an annt who is
jnst now busy Impressing him with the Importance of securing an American wife for himself.
At bis rooms he Is greatly touched by Malsrie's tunes on tbe violin, and straightway he secures
a piano on which he answers ber plaintive notes. This at last leads to a formal Introduction of
the young people. At a dinner Mrs. Ellison again urges Yin. to marry, intimating that should
he marry a lady of her approval the bride should not be without a liberal dowry. Vln-'s father
wishes him to become private secretary to Joslah Ogden, a politician who plavs to the masses.
Vin. is shocked at the proposal. In returning a call of Georce Bethune, Vin. has tbe pleasure
of an evening In Maisne'a company. Mr. Bethune requests Booson. his landlord, to discover the
residence of young Harris. This he sneceeds in doing and acquaints Bethune with the informa
tion be has obtained. Vin. again invites the pair to alnner and succeeds in obtaining their con
sent to visit Henlsy Regatta. At the regatta Mrs. Ellison is prevailed upon by Vin. to meet the
Bethunes. Bhe studies tbem Intently, and Intimates on Darting that sha has been compromised
by tbe visit Maisrie makes no effort to conceal from Mrs. Ellison their poverty or social
standing.
CHAPTEBVII. ,
CLAIBE 70XTATHE.
Bnt something far more strange and
wonderful happened to him the next morn
ing; and that was his first tete a tete con
versation with Maisrie Bethune. It was
quite unexpected, and-even unsought; nay,
when he stepped outside and found that sbe
was alone on deck, he would have shrank
back, had that been possible, rather than
break in upon her solitude. Por even here
at Henley, during the regatta time, which
may be regarded as the-High Pestival of
'Jovance and Partition, there was no
thought oi pretty and insidious love making
in this young man's head or heart There
was something mysteriously remote and re
served about this isolated young creature,
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HAVE THE GENTLEMEX DESEBTED YOU?
whose very beauty was of a strangely pen
sive and wistful kind. Even the gentle self
possession and the wisdom beyond her years
she showed at times seemed to him a pathetic
sort of thing; he had a fancy that dnring her
childhood she never had had the chance of
playing with young children.
But it was too late to retreat; and indeed
she welcomed him with a pleasant smile as
she bade him good morning. It was he who
was embarrassed. He talked to her about
the common things surrounding them, while
anxiously easting about for something better
fitting such a rare opportunity. And at last
be said:
"Yes, I am sura your grandfather and I
get on very well. And I have been wonder
ing whether, when you and he make that
pilgrimage through Scotland, he would let
rai aeeamnanv von."
In her beautiful and child-like eyes there
was a swift flash oi joy that made his heart
leap, so direct and outspoken an expression
it was of her gladness to think of such a
thing; but instantly she' had altered her
look, and a faint flush of color had over
spread her face the pale wild tow had
grown pink.
'"Your way of traveling and ours are so
different" she said, gently.
"Ob. but" said be, with eagerness, "you
don't understand how the idea of a long
wandering on foot has fascinated me; why,
that would be tbe whole charm of it! Ton
don't know me at all yet You think Icare
for the kind of thing that prevails here
that I can't get on without pine apples and
chairs with gilt backs? Why but I don't
want to talk abont myself at all; if yon would
let me come with you on that pilgrimage
yon would find out a little. And what an
opportunity it will be, to go with your
grandfather; history, poetry and romance
all brought together. Scotland will be a
wonderful country for you before you have
done with it And and you see I have
gone on pedestrian excursions before I
have a pretty broad back I can carry
things. You might engage me as porter;
for even when you send your luggage on,
there will be a few odds and ends to fill a
knapsack with; and I can tramp like any
gaberlunzie."
She smiled a little, and then said more
seriously
"I am glad to have the chance of speaking
to yqu about tbat scheme of my grand-'
father's; because, Mr. Harris, yon must try
to dissuade him from it as much as pos
sible." "Dissuade him?"
"Yes," said she, quietly. "You must
have seen how completely my grandfather
lives in a'world of imagination, and how
one thing captivates him after another, es
pecially if it is conneoted with Scotland
and Scottish song. And I have no doubt
be would write a beautitul book about sneh
a tour as that; for who knows more about
all the places and the legends and the bal
lads. It would be pleasure forme, too
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Ifhave dreamed of it many a time. But it
is impossible for the present; and it will be
a kindness to me, Mr. Harris, if you will
not encourage him in it Por the fact is,"
she continued, with a little embarrassment
"my grandfather has undertaken to write
something else and and he is under per
sonal obligations about it and he must not
be allowed to forget them."
"Oh, yes, I quite understand," Vincent
said. "I have heard of that volume about
tbe Scotch poets in America. Well, you
know what your grandfather says, tbat he
wonld have to go to the other side to collect
materials; while, being here in this country
just now, he might as well take you to those
scenes and places that would make up an
other book, to be written subsequently.
However, I bave no donbt you are right
The possibility of my going along with you
two on such an excursion has been a wonder
ful thing for me to speculate on; but what
ever you wish, that is enough. I am against
the Scotch trip now, so far as I have any
right to speak."
She was looking at him inquiringly, and
yet diffidently, as it she were asking herself
how far she might confide in him.
"Perhaps you have not noticed it Slr.Har
ris," she added, still regarding him, "but
my grandfather has a strange faculty for
making himselt believe things. I daresay,
if he only planned the American book, he
could convince himself that he bad written
it, and so got rid ot those those obligations.
Well, you will help me, will yon not? lor
I am anxious to see it done, and he may say
I am too young and too ignorant to give ad
vice as I.ani "
'Why," said Vincent, almost indignant
ly, "do you think I cannot see how you
guide and lead him always, and with sueh
a tact ana wisdom and gentleness as I never
beheld anywhere !"
Maisrie flushed downright red this time;
bnt she sought to conceal her eonfaiion by
saying quickly:
"Then again you must not misunderstand
me, Mr. Harris; you must not think X am
saying anything against my grandfather: I
am only telling you of one little peculiarity
he has. Saying anything against him! I
think I could not well do that; for he has
been goodness itself to me since ever I can
remember anything. There is nothing he
would not sacrifice for my sake; sometimes
it is almost painful to me to see an old man,
who should be tbe petted one and the cared
for, so ready to give np his own wants and
wishes, to please a mere girl who is worthy
of no consideration whatever. And consider
ation isnot the word forwhatlhave received
from my grandfather always and always;
and if I could forget all he has done for me
and been to me ill could be so ungrateful
as to forget all those years of affection and
sympathy and constant kindness "
She never finished the sentence. He
fancied her eyes were moist as she turned
her head away; anyhow he dared not break
in upon the silence; these confidences had
been sacred things. And indeed there was
no opportunity for further speech on this
subject; for presently old George Bethune
made his appearance, radiant, buoyant,
high-spirited, with a sonorous stanza from
Tannahill to greet the awakening of the new
day.
Now no sooner had Cord Musselburgh ar
rived on hoard the Villeggiatnra on the)
same morning than Mrs. Ellison went to
him and told him all her story, which very
much surpiaed him, and also concerned him
not a little, for it seemed as though he was
in a measure responsible for what had hap
pened to Vincent
"My dear Mrs. Ellison," said he, "I can
assure you of one thing: it is quite true that
your nephew was in the room when Mr.
Bethune and his granddaughter called on
me, but 1 am positively certain that there
was no introduction and that he did not
speak a single word to them there. How he
got to know them I cannot imaginernor how
they could bave become so intimate that he
should ask tbem to be bis guests down heie
at Henley. And his sole guests, yoa sayf
Yes, I admit it looks queer. X hope to
goodness there is no kind of entangle
ment" "Oh," said Mrs. Ellison, in sadden
alarm; "don't imagine anything from what
I have told you! There may be nothing in
it; he as good as declared there was nothing
in it; and be is so fiery and sensitive on
this one point why, that is the most serious
feature of it all! He looks yon straight in
the face, and dares you to suspect anything.
Bnt really really to have thocwo com
panions and no others on a hooseat at
Henley: it ii a ehalleng to the world. ,
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