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mm "M \?"§I I P-" +V^AJ^ $*i TA, It *&' Ti %'S*' Bar M- 4®. Vt •}', J»fe y1 SYN0P8I8. V? The scene at the opening of the story Is laid In the library, of an old worn-out southern plantation, known as the Bar ony. The place is to be sold1, and Its history and that of the owners, the "Quintards. Is the subject of dlscuaBion by xJonathan Crenshaw, a business man. a stranger known as Bladen, and Bob Yancy, a farmer, when. Hannibal Wayne Hazard, a mysterious child of the old southern faintly, makes his appearance. Yancy tells how he adopted the boy. Na thaniel Ferris buys the Barony, but the Qulntards deny any knowledge of the boy. Yancy to keep Hannibal. Captain Murrell. a friend of the Quintttrds, ap pears and asks questions about the Baj ony. Trouble at Scratch Hill, when Han nibal is kidnaped by Dave Blount, Cap tain MurreU'a agent. Yancy overtakes Blount, gives him a thrashing and secures the boy. Yancy appears before Squire Balaam, and is discharged with costs tor the plaintiff. Betty Malroy. a friend or Ihe-Ferrises, has an encounter with CW i_ tain Murrellj who forces his her, and is rescued by Bruce Carrington. Betty sets out for her Tennessee home. Carrington takes the same stage. Yancy and Hannibal disappear, with Murrell their trail. Hannibal arrives at the home of Judge Slocum Price. The Judge nlzes In the boy, time friend. the grandson of an old Murrell arrives at Judges home. Cavendish family on r*'1 rSSSp® Yancy, who is apparently-dead, Price breaks Jail. Betty and Carrington arrive at Belle Plain. CHAPTER X. Belle Plain. "Now, Tom)" said Betty, with a lit tle air of excitement as she rose from the breakfast table that, ftrst morn ing at Belle Plain, "I want you to •how me everything!" "I reckon you'll notice some changes," remarked Tom. He went from the room and down the hall a step or two In advance or her. On-the wide porch Betty paused,, breathing deep. The house stood on an eminence directly before It at the bottom of the slight descent was a small bayou, beyond this the forest stretched away In one unbroken mass to th'e Mississippi! "What Is it you want to see, any how, Betty?" Tom demanded. "Everything—the place, Tom—Belle Plain! Oh, Isn't it beautiful! 1 had no Idea how lovely It was!" cried Betty, as with 'her eyes still fixed on the distant panorama of wood and water she went down the steps, him at her heels—he bet she'd get sick of It all soon enough, that was one com fort!', "Why, Tom! Why. does the lawn look like this?" Like what?" inquired Tom. 'Why, this—all weeds and briers, and the paths overgrown?" Mr. Ware rubbed his chin reflective ly with the back of his hand. •That sort of thing looked all right, Bet," he said, "but It kept five or six of the best hands out of, the fields right at the busiest time of the year." "Haven't I slaves enough ?'.' she asked. '.V "1 The- dull color crept into Ware's cheeks. He1 hated her for that "1!" So she was going to come that on him, was she? "Don't'you want to see the crops, Bet?"'. The girl shook her head and moved swiftly down the path that led from terrace to tsrrace to the margin of the bayou. At the first terrace she paused. "It's positively squalid!", cried Bet ty, with a little stajp of her foot. Ware glanced about with dull eyes, j* "I'll tell you, Betty, I'm tjusy this morning you poke about and /see what you want done and we'll do it," he said, and made a hasty retreat to his office. Betty returned to the porch and seating herself on the top step, with her elL »ws on her knees and her chin sunk In the palms of her hands, gazed about her miserably enough. She was still there when half an hour later Charley Norton galloped up the drive from the highroad. Catching sight of h«r on the porch, he sprang from the saddle, and, throwing his reins to a 'black boy hurried to her side. "Inspecting your domain, BettyT" be asked, as he took his place near ber on the step. "Why didn't you tell me, Charley— or at least prepare me for this?" she asked, almost tearfully. "How was -1 to know, Betty? 1 haven't been. here since you went away, depr—what was there to bring me? Old Tom would make a cow pasture out of the Garden of Eden, •wouldn't he—a beautiful, practical, sordid soul he Is!" Norton spent the day at Belle Plain and though he was there on his good behavior as the result of an agree ment they had reached on board The Halad, he proposed twice. Tom was mistaken in his supposi tion that Betty would soon tire of Belle Plain. She demanded men, and teams, and began on the lawns. This Interested and fascinated her. She was out at sun-up to direct her labor ers. She had the advantage of Charley Norton's presence and advice for the greater part of each day In the week, and Sundays he came to iook over what had' been accomplished, and, as Tom firmly believed, to put that little fool up to fresh nonsense. He could have booted him! How the Nearsighted Old Man Al most Slept Himself to Death, 'Never Eating. :fn. It seeips that an old man with some •-property, had married an elderly lady. The lady was a sprightly dame, execu tive, lively and keeni The bridegroom could not see more than an inch be yond his'nose, and he was pretty hard -of hearing, too. So he depended a good deal on his wife, you understand. He'd wake up in the mornlng and wonder If It wasn't time to get up for breakfast. So he'd slide out of bed and lckk into, his wife's room. If she was up, he'd b6gin dressing if site was still in t&e bay, he'd go back and have another nap. Well, the lady got on to this habit -of his. She fixed up a dummy out of bedclothes on* morning just before she went downstairs. The old man -came into the room, an hour later, *quinted at the bed and said, "Anna's «tin asleep," and went Tight back to tba feathers. slept After .. Ssn!' He Depended on His Wife v' in Vn. k'i. As the grounds took shape before her delighted eyes, Betty found leis ure to Institute a thorough reforma tion indoors. A number of house serv ants were rescued from the quarters and she began to instruct them la their new duties. Betty's sphere of influence' extend ed itself. She soon began to have her doubts concerning the treatment ^ccorded the slaves, and was not long in discovering that Hicks, the over seer, ran things with a heavy hand. Matters reached a crisis one day when, happening to ride through the quarters, she found him disciplining a refractory black. She turned sick at the sight. Here was-a slave actual ly being whipped by, another slave while Hicks stood looking on with his hands in his pockets, and. with a brutal, satisfied air. "Stop!" commanded Betty, her'eyes blazing. She strove to keep her voice steady. "You shall not remain at Belle Plain another hour.'' Hicks said nothing. He knew .it would take more than her saying so to get him off the place. Betty turned her horse and galloped back to the house. She felt, that she was In no condition to see Tom just at that mo ment, and dismounting at the door, {in upstairs to her room. Meantime the, overseer sought out Ware. in his office. Hid manner of stating his grievance was singular. He began by swearing at his. employ er.' .He had: been Insulted before all the quarter—his rage fairly choked him he could not speak. Tom seized the opportunity to swear back. "Sent you off the place,: did she .well, you'll have to eat crow. I'll do all I can. I don't know what girls were ever made for'anyhow, damned if I do!" he added. Hicks consented to eat crow only after Mr. Ware had cursed and ca joled him into, a better and more for giving frame of mind. Later, after Hicks had made his apology, the two men smoked a friendly pipe and discussed the situa tion. Tom pointed out that opposi tion was useless, a losing game you /,ould get your way by less direct means. She wouldn't stay long at' Belle Plain, but whllp she did remain they must avoid' any more crises of the sort thrpugh which they had just passed, and presently she'd be sick of the place. In the midst of her activities Betty occasionally found time to think of Bruce Carrington. She was sure she did not wish to see him again! But when three weeks had passed she be gain to feel Incensed that fie had not appeared. She thought of him with hot cheeks and a quickening of the heart. It was anger. Then one day when she had decid ed forever to banish all memory of him from her mind, he presented him self at Belle Plain. She Was in her room just puttlnfe the finishing touches to an especially satisfying toilet when her maid tapped on the door and told her there was a gentleman In the parlor who wished to see her. "Is it Mr. Norton?" asked Betty. "No, Miss—he didn't give jio name, Miss." When Betty entered the parlor a moment later she saw her caller standing with his back turned toward her as he gazed from one of the win dows, but she Instantly recognized those broad shoulders, and the line poise of the shapely head that sur mounted them. "Oh, Mr. Carrington—" and Betty stopped. short, while her face grew rather pale and then, crimsoned. ,Then she advanced boldly and held .out a frigid hand. "I didn't know so you are alive—you disappeared so suddenly that night—" "Yes, I'm alive," he said, and then with a smile, "but I fear before you get through with me we'll both wish I were not, Betty. "Do you still hate me, Betty—Miss Malroy—is there anything I can say or do that will make you forgive me?" He looked at her penitently. But Betty hardened her heart against him and prepared to keep him in place. '"Will you sit down?" she indicated a chair. He seated himself and Betty put a1 suve distance between them. "Are you staying In the neighborhood, Mr. Carrington?" she asked, rather unkindly. "No, I'm not staying in the neigh borhood. Wljen I left, you, I made up my mind I'd wait at New Madrid un til I could come on down here and say I was sorry." "And It's taken you all this time?" Carrington regarded her seriously. "I reckon must have come for more time,' Betty—Miss Malroy." in spite of herself Betty glowed under the caresslng humor of his tone. "Reafiy—you must have, chosen poorly-then w^en you selected New Madrid. It couldn't have befen a good place for your purpose." awhile he took another observation. Same business. It was ten days before he found out how his wife had been fooling him. He blame near slept himself to death, meanwhile. He never had a meal and he got weaker andV weaker, but he never get up. He didn't know It was morning yet. And the old lady had the time of her life she had saved 114.36 In groceries alone. Higgins, the driver of the pie wag on, told us this. And he swears it's true, but we swear not at all.—Cleve land Plain Dealer. Yellow Jackets Held Steeple. A contractor and three carpenters were painfully stung when the climbed to the top of the First Bap tist church, in New Castle, Del., re cently, to make repairs to the roofs. Thousands of yellow jackets had made their home in the belfry, and they re sented the Intrusion and drove the men to the ground. One of the men T^RVAV&NAII Kesicr. ICN/ST/^VR/AVS BYD.M£IVIU COPR+*6*FZO". T*EBO4AI'M£00UI CO*WTR "I thidk if I could have made up my mind to stay there long enough, It would have answered," said Car rington.- "B^ut when a down-river boat tied up there .yesterday it was more than I could stand. You see there's danger in a town like New Madrid of getting too sorry: I thought we'd bet ter discuss this point "Mayn't I show you Belie Plain?" asked Betty quickly. ..*v But Carrington shook his head. "I don't care, anything about that," be said. .'"I didn't come here 'to see Belle Plain." "Then you expect to remain in the neighborhood?" "I've given up the river, and I'm going to get hold of some, land."' "Land?" said Betty, with a rising Inflection. "Yes, land." fl "I thought you were a river-man?" "I'm a river-man no longer. I am going to be a planter now. But I'll tell you why, and all about it some other day." Then lie held out his hand. "Good-by," he added. "Are you going?—good-by, Mr. Car rington," and Betty's fingers tingled with his masterful clasp long after he had gone. CHAPTER XI. The Shooting-Match at Boggs'. The judge's faith. In the reasonable ness of mankind- having received a staggering blow, there began a some what furtive existence for himself, for Solomon. Mahaffy, and for the boy. They kept to little frequented byways, and usually it was the early hours of the morning, or the cool- of late after noons, when they took the^road. A certain hot afternoon brought them Into the shaded main street of Carrington, amused, sauntered to ward him. '"that's one for you, Mr. Pegloe!" he said. "I am charmed to meet a gentleman whose spirit of appreciation shows his familiarity with a literary allu sion," said the Judge, bowing. "We ain't so dead as. we look," said Pegloe. "Just you k6ep on to Boggs' made his way to the belfry and with tar paper closed all exits by which the insects could escape. Then he placed four sulphur candles under the cupola and lighted them. After the candles had burned out enough dead Insects were found to flft a peach basket to overflowing, and the carpenters then resumed work on the church roof. Seven Pounds of Toothache. A keeper, who was attracted the other day by trumpetings and loud roarings from the elephant cage in a menagerie at Woodbridge, England, i'ound one of the elephants in an agony of toothache. He was enable to relieve it,- and later heard a thud on the floor. It was found that the elephant had cast a tooth. weighing, it is stated, about seven pounds. Trouble Forecast. L. She Instantly Recognized the Broad Shoulders. a straggling village. Near the door of the principal building, a frame tavern, a man was seated, with his feet on the horse-rack. There was no other sign of hunian occupancy. "How do you do, sir?" said the judge, halting before this .solitary In dividual whom he conjectured to be the landlord. "What's the name of this bustling metropolis?" continued the judge, cocking his head on one side. As he spoke, Bruce Carrington ap peared In the tavern door pausing there, he glanced curiously at the' shabby wayfarers. "This is Raleigh, in Shelby county, Tennessee," said the landlord. "Are you the voice from the tomb?" inquired the judge, in a tone of play ful sarcasm. race-track, straight down the road, and you'll find that out—everybody's there to the hoss-raclng and shooting match. I reckon you've missed the hoss-raclng, but- you'll be in time for the shooting. Why ain't you there, Mr. Carrington?" "I'm going now, Mr. Pegloe," an swered Carrington, as he followed t^e judge, who, with Mahaffy and the boy, had moved off. "Better stop at: Boggs'!" Pegloe called after them. v' 1 But the judge had already formed his decision. Horse-racing and shoot ing-matches were suggestive of that progressive spirit, the absence TO BE 1 to "My wife says women ought vote," said Mr. Meekton. "Well, have yon any objection?" "No. But there's going to be a ter rible row if the women of our com munity get the vote and then try to vote for anybody except her." Ij!ni' R:-DY OF. which he had so much lamented at the jail raising at Pleasantville. Mem phis was their objective point, but Boggs' became a Bide lBSue of -im portance. They had gained the edge of the village when Carrington over took them. He stepped to Hannibal's side. "Here, let me carry that long rifle, son!" he said. Hannibal looked up Into his face, and yielded the piece without a word. Carrington balanced It on his big palm. "I reckon it can shoot—these old guns are hard to beat!" he observed. "She's the closest shooting rtfte ever sighted," said Hannibal ly. rtfte v_™. Carrington laughed. r* There was a rusty name-plate .jn the stock of the old sporting rifle' this caught Carrlngton's eye. "What's the name here? Oh, Tur bervllle." The judge, a step or two in ad vance, wheeled In his tracks with a startling suddenness. "What?" he faltered, 'and his face was asheri. "Nothing, I was reading the name said here It is yours, sir, I suppose?1 Carrington. "No, sir—no my name Is Price— Slocum Price! Turbervllle—Turber vllle—" he muttered thickly, staring stupidly at Carrington. "It's not a common name you seem to have heard It before?" said the lat ter. A spasm of pain passed over the judge's face. "I—I've heard It. The name is on the rifle, you say?" "Here on the stock, yes." The judge took the gun and exam ined it in silence. "Where did you get thls rifle, Han nibal?" .he at length asked brokenly. "I fetched it away from the Barony, sir Mr. Crenshaw said I might have ity CONTINUED.) '"v Minor Detail. Reporter—"I have a good descrip tion of the dresses, presents and your appearance. Npw, what shall I say about the bridegroom?" Bride—"Oh, I suppose he must be mentioned! Just say he was among those pres ent!" Tha Old-Time Barber. Old-time barbers had to display more variety than their successors. A work published in 1592 describes a barber's greeting to a customer: "Sir, will you have your hair cut after the, Italian manner, short and round and then .frounst with the curling irons to make it look like a half moon in a mist, or like a Spaniard, long at'tha ears and curled like the two ends of an old periwig or will you be French ified with a lovelock down to' your shoulders? The English cut is base, and gentlemen scorn it novelty is dainty. Speak the word, sir, my scis sors. are ready to execute your woi* ship's, will." Sport of the Antipodes. A favorite sport in New Zealand, as also in Australia and Tasmania, is competition in wood chopping and sawing and in these contests, which attract a great deal of interest, the championships are always won through the use of American tools. In fact the expert woodsman working for a price would never think of using any other kind of tools. SIM—'( JF, J..-.. 1 f~..\' MYSTERY THAT HAS SET SOCIETY ON EDGE INVOLVES RICH AND' GREAT Strange Affair of Mrs. 'Frederick 0. Beach, Whole Throat Was Slashed by a Man at Her Winter Home Fashionable Aiken, S. C. EW YORK.—Society mys teries are the most baf fling of all myste?ies. From her husband's estate Mrs. Havemeyer Inherited a great sum of money. About a year and a half after" his death Mrs. Havemeyer married Frederick O. Beach. As a girl she l/^-was rich, as a widow she was richer still, and as the wife of Beachi she still had a greater fortune at her command. So ciety has a mystery today that would require the best efforts of a Sherlock Holnjes to solve. It has some elements In it that are altogether unusual In the affairs concerning the rich and great. This mys tery surrounds the attack that waa made on Mrs. Frederick O. Beach at Aiken, 3. C. More than a month has elapsed since she was brutally as sailed In the darkness outside her home. Her head was beaten with a fence paling and her throat was slashed with a knife. The mystery is still unsolved. All the persons whose .names have appeared in this- affair are in the front rank of high society. Mrs. Beach, before her second marriage, was the widow of Charles F. Have meyer. She was Camilla Moss, the daughter of Courtlandt D. Moss of Philadelphia. One of her sisters is Mrs. J. B. Taller, whose New York residence is at' No. 43 West Forty Beventh street. Another sister Is Mrs. Johnston Livingston Jr. The Living stons have an e8tate at Hewlett, L. I. Frederick O. Beach is a member of several clubs and a close friend and companion of William K. Vanderbllt. W^en in the north the Beaches make their home at Hewlett. In the winter they shift their domicile to Aiken. Mr. and Mrs. Beachi are prominent m6m "bers of the "horsey" set of society, the colony that is devoted to out-of door sports and gathers every winter at Aiken for shooting, hunting and golf. It la the Meadowbrook and Hempstead sporting element trans planted. Both Mr. and Mrs. Beach Favorites of Fortune. Mrs. Beach is a noted equestrienne, and very fond of the hunting field. Her husband long has been famous as a driver of crack four-ln-hands and as a daring rider after the hounds. His handsome face has gained him the sobriquet of "Beauty" Beach. His wife is very pretty. She is still under 35, but looks almost ten years younger. Mrs: Beach's first husband, Charles F. Havemeyer, was the eldeBt son of Theodore A. Havemeyer, the enor mously rich sugar king, tier mar riage to Mr. Havemeyer was consid ered a very happy one. Two children blessed.the union. In May, 1S98, Mr. Havemeyer killed himself with a pis tol at his home at Roslyn, L. I. Au gust Belmont summoned the coroner. A jury was hastily Impaneled. It con sisted exclusively of men in .the same social set. August' Belmont was the' foreman, il/'ihfet^afc mitthightraid'de1 dared that there' Was no evidence that Havemeyer had^flred the bullet into his brain with' suicidal intent—that the self-shooting was an accident. All her life, therefore, she has had all the money she could possibly need, millions of dollars. Aiken is one of the most fashionable winter resorts within easy traveling distance of New York. It vies with Palm Beach in the luxurious way of living pursued by the fashionable col ony, and is far more exclusive than the famous resort on the coast of Flor ida. It has been celebrated for years for its. mild climate. Not only those of. riches aqd leisure, but. many who are suffering from weak lungs are at tracted by its balmy atmosphere. Great pine forests cover the country for miles all about Aiken, and the air Is soft and mild, no matter how bit ter may be the cold' in New YorS. Perhaps a hundred rich and fashion able families from New York, Phila delphia- and Boston have their winter homes there. Then there are many more who run down to Aiken to spend a fortnight or a month. Some of the places of residence are great estates, among the most magnificent in Amer ica others are big, comfortable houses surrounded by spacious grounds. One of the most opulent and select country clubs in the south is at Aiken. The building in which It Is' housed Is large and luxuriously ap pointed. It is the headquarters for the smart set, and many of the society people stop there in their fllttings back and forth from leisure to another. one place of Robbery Not Motive for Attack on Mrs. Beach. The attack on Mrs. Beach occurred on the evening of Monday, February 26. She was returning to her home when a strange man sprang at her, knocked her down with a blow from a paling which he had torn from the fence that surrounds the Beach place, and slashed her throat with a sharp knife. Mrs. Beach's earrings were torn from her. It was at first sup- LONG LIFE LITTLE LEISURE Truly a Wonderful Worker in All Vineyards Was Tfcls Old-Time •y English Clergyman. Those who think they have a great deal to do may profitably consider the life of a clergyman who lived more than a century ago. People of a far buster age w^I not dispute this man's right to the title of "wonderful," giv en him .»• Westmoreland, and will agree with his fellow dalesmen that he was, Indeed, of the "strodner fowk." Rev. Robert Walker, who became minister ,and schoolmaster of Butter mere, was noted for long work and hard work. He wrote his own sermons, and did duty twice every Sunday on week Cays he rose between 3 and 4. Be sides keeping the school, he plowed, planted, shepherded on the Fells, clipped or salved, mowed in hay time with scythe, in harvest time with sickle, all for hire. In the winter evenings he spun and /a" posed that they were of great value and that the motive had been robbery, but the pendants were' found next morning on the ground where the at tack had taken place. They proved to be of little Intrinsic worth. Mrs. Beach said they were family heirlooms her mother had given her, and she val ued them on account of the associa tions connected with them. A mo ment before Mrs. Beach was assailed, Pearl Hampton, a negro woman In the Beach family's employ, was felled by the same fence paling and presumably by the same man who struck down Mrs. Beach. This negress was near an outbuilding used as a laundry. She told contradictory stories afterward of having seen some one run out of the laundry and disappear In the darkness just before she was struck. Mrs. Beach's screams when she was assailed aroilsed the neighborhood, and her attacker was pursued. He dodged into an alley and escaped. Mrs. Beachi swooned and was taken into the house. The assault occurred just out side the grounds. She was for a long time in a serious condition and un able to afford the police and detec tives much assistance. She declares it was a negro that attacked her, one that, she does not remember ever hav ing seen before. Naturally every one began to ask questions. Why should any one at tack Mrs. Beach? What possible mo tive could there be? If the motive had been robbery, why had her assailant attempted to cut her throat and add murder to the crime? Choice Morsel for Those Who Revel In Scandal. Starting with the known facts, so ciety at Aiken and elsewhere straight way became more than busy. It must be remembered that in a small place like Aiken, where the excJuBiye social circle is limited,-the vlVali thing of eaqh "day's existence is", gossip. It Is like life in one of those^ little garrison towns in India that Kipling has de SCrlb'ed. si) 1 AT THE MINE&LA RACES Mrs. F. O. Beach, Mrs. Jas. B. Taller, Sister of Mrs. F. O. Beach Mrs. Johnston Livingston, Sister of Mrs. F. O. Beach. mercilessly. Therefore every one began building si fabrid of theories as to how it adl happened. After two or three' repetitions each small incident was distorted into a thrilling bit of gossip, which presently was passed along as a matter of fact. In this way the Beach affair soon be came an Inconceivably tangled skein of surmise and suspicion that widened day by day and involved more and more people. One of the stories that started, no one knows where, and spread with the utmost rapidity, was to the effect that a close relative of the woman slashed Mrs. Beach's throat, and that the as sailant and his friends conspired to hide his guilt by charging an un known negro with the crime. Mr. Beach, because of the inactivity of the police and the activity of the gos sips, employed two of the most promi nent lawyers In Aiken to look after his interests, and brought down a de tective from New York. The detec tive spent several days In Aiken, but if he accomplished anything It was not made public. This furnished more food for the gossips, and Mr. Beach spent day after day closeted with his lawyers. Whisperings Excite Ire of C. Oliver Iselln. Then a new figure appeared' In the case with an astounding proclama tion. C. Oliver Iselln, the millionaire New York banker, the dean of the Aiken colony,, came out with an an nouncement in a letter to the mayor of Aiken that he would take pleasure in the lynching of the person or*per sons who were responsible for the slanderous accusations that had been floating about since the murderous as sault on Mrs. Beach. Mr. Iselin's name had not been mentioned in the dispatches from Aiken before that. He is fully as rich and as prominent socially as the "Beaches. His estate at Aiken,. Hopelands, Is one of the show places or the south. It is named after his wife, who was Hope God dard, the daughter of Colonel William Goddard of Providence. They have five children. Mr. Iselln is famous as a yachtsman. He is the owner of the Vigilant, and was one of the manag ing owners of the Columbia and other cup defenders. His home Is at New Rochelle. In Mr. Iselin's letter to the mayor he offered rewards for the apprehen fashioned his own clothes, knitted or mended his own stockings, and made his own boots from leather of his own tanning. When he found leisure for a .walk, he usually came home with stores of wood gathered from trees and hedges. He was doctor, lawyer and business expert to his parish, for he drew up all wills, conveyances and other covenants', balanced accounts, and often accompanied farmers to market as general adviser. From Buttermere, Walker went to Tover, and after his marriage he set tled at Leathwaite, where, on a cler ical endowment of £5 a year, he acted not only as clergyman, but in all man ner of other capacities for 67 years. There he taught school in the church, using the communion table for the writing lessons, and spinning as he taught He was learned in fos sils and astronomy, collected butter flies and studied the properties of the atmosphere. Every Sunday, upon the long table at which he has been described as sitting with a child on his knee, were sion and conviction, not only of Mrs. Beach's assailant, but of those who had attacked other women shortly be fore and soon afterward. The victims in these cases were servants, and none of them was hurt much. Mr. Iselin's rewards, however, have such large, stout strings to them that it Is not likely any private detectives will take them up and pursue the matter on the speculation of collecting them. The striking feature about his letter to the mayor was his expressed desire to aid in lynching the slanderers of Mrs. Beach and her husband. Mayor of Aiken to Make an Investiga tlon. Then the mayor of Aiken threw his hat Into the ring, figuratively speak ing. He came out with the announce ment that he proposed to probe the matter to the very bottom, and that he was going to pursue his own private and personal Investigation of the af fair. He added that he was not going to take any one into his confidence, but was going to get at the truth and would ihake public In due time what ever he found out. He declares he does not propose to have the reputa tion of Aiken suffer in the eyes of the world, and he is going to clear It of every stigma that has been' put upon It by the Beach affair, no matter whose feelings are hurt, That Is the present status of the mystery. If It ever Is unraveled and the solution gets into print it seems likely It will- be one extreme or the other.. Either it will resolve Itself into a case of unprovoked and brutal, assault by a negro, or else it may drag to light various society skeletons. As It stands now it has all the elements of mystery that are essential to the first 4,000 words of a fine Sherlock Holmes story. AJ1 that Is lacking is the solution—and It would take more than a Conan Doyle to Invent a climax that exceeds in thrills any of half a dozen that are being whispered, behind closed doors..In v. Charge Made Involves Frederick 0»-' Beach. Frederick O. Beach and Mrs. Beach recently returned from a trip abroad, where Mr. Beach'learned that he was wanted in Aiken, S. C., for trial oh a charge of having attacked Mrs. Beach there. Beach stated that he ran from the house to his wife's rescue when he heard her screams. After Mrs. Beach's recovery she and her husband returned north and sail ed for Europe. Later a warrant was issued on the affidavit of a detective accusing Beach of the attack. Beach cabled from abroad that he would re turn home at once. Parrot Stops a Fire. Never again will the pet parrot In the Clark home, in New Rochelle, N. Y., be punished for violation of the rules of polite conversation, or for any other cause. If it hadn't been for the self-same parrot, the Clark honge might today be In ruins. While polly was enduring her punishment by incarceration in a small cage in the attic she discovered a lire there and gave the alarm. Consequently her term of three weeks' imprisonment has been recalled. The parrot had been so disobedient of late, especially In the matter of the looseness of her conversation, that she was put in Vy '"''.' xthe attic. Her pleas for mercy were in vain. While workmen were cutting down trees near the estate a twig became ignited by a live wire. A gust of wind blew it Into the attic of the Clark home, a window having been left open for the benefit of the bird. Soon Polly saw smoke coming from the celling and screamed her alarm. To Throw Deadly Projectile. Planned to throw a projectile weigh ing 2,000 pounds, with armour-pierc ing velocity a distance of fifteen miles, a new record-breaking 16-inch gun has been designed by the United States' navy department The gun will be 67 feet long, and a new type of super-Dreadnought will be neces sary for its use. No battleship now in commission in any of the world's navies could withstand without Injury the firing of the new weapon. At present the largest rifle on'any war ship Is a 14-inch gun,- firing a projec tile of 1,400 pounds eleven miles. served messes of broth for the re freshment of members of his congre gation who came from a distance and took seats as part of his household. He had twelve children, all of whom he settled In life. In 1802. In his 93rd year, he died, worth £2,000. His gross income has never exceeded £40 a year. "He was," said his neighbors, "yan of the most strodner fowk as ivver lived—If he hedn't hed to :icrat sae sair for a livln'."—Eric Robertson, in "Wordsworth and the English Lake Country.' Four Days Withtfut Food or Shelter. After being marooned on Vendova Island which is uninhabited, for four days, without food, two Belllngham, Wash., business men. succeeded in reaching safety at Eliza Island the o^her day. The men removed their clothing and used It as a sail for their small launch, which hadvbeen wreck ed by the gale. They drifted about the greater part of one night, battling water out of their boat constantly to prevent It from sinking, MAKES VERY DAINTY DESSERT Little Caramel Puddings Are Easily Made and the Folks Will Appreciate Them. _r_j Into a clean, dry frying pan put one-i half of a cupful of granulated sugar and set on the side of the fire where) It will melt slowly. No water Is'to. be added, and by the time the sugar la entirely melted the syrup should bet of a.clear, golden brown- color. If the! fire Is too hot the syrup will be too* dark and the burnt flavor too pro-1 nounced. Have ready some small cups' or timbale molds. Pour a little of the caramel in each, turning themi round and round In order IO coat the sides and bottom as evenly as possl ble. The amount given should be suf ficient for five or six small cups. In. a bowl. break four eggs, add four ta blespoonfuls of sugar and beat enough! to mix well. Add one pint of milk and one teaspoonful of vanilla- andi stir occasionally until the Bugar is dis solved. Then fill the molds, set them In a pan of warm water and bake In a moderate oven until they are firm ln the center. If baked too fast they will! be full of bubbles. When done pass, a knife around the sides and turn out on Individual plates. The caramel,:, uniting with a portion of the water Itt the milk, serves to form the sauceJ Serve cold. AN ELECTRIC CHAFING DISH Useful Apparatus That Gives MsxM mum Results With Minimum Cur rents—Also Used as Toaster.^ The chafing dish illustrated consists! of an electric stove and a food and wa ter pan, either of which can be clamjKi ed to the stove by a simple quick. & Chafing Dish. working device that insures a perfect heating contact. The outer pan ls made of heavy copper with inner pans double tin lined and finished in nickel, silver or copper. The electric current passes through wire embedded in fired enamel inside of the stove, fused to the Iron plate that forms the top. This gives direct transmission of heat, in*, surlng maximum results with mini mum current A regulating switch beneath the stove gives three degrees of heat, each one even, steady and de» pendable. This Is an Important con sideration In successful cooking. The stove can be used by Itself for toastp lng.—Popular Electricity. Ginger Muffins.. This Is one recipe for ginger muf fins—there may be others: Into one half cup of New Orleans molasses, stir one-half teaspoonful of soda, one-, half-teaspoonful of salt, one teaspoon ful of ginger, one-half cupful of granu lated sugar, and one tablespoonful of meUeg .butter.... Into two'and one fourth cups of sifted flour stir one. and' one-half teaspooiituls of soda,, then add these to the! Ingredients with molasses and thin to a batter with a cupful of sour milk.' Beat-'.well, fill buttered muffin tins partly full, and bake in a moderate oven -for twenty minutes., Wash In a Case. To wash crocheted articles, place them loosely In a pillowcase, tie up the top, put Into a good tepid soap solution and press and squeeze with, the hands.' When the water becomes discolored, use fresh suds, and finally: rinse In three clear waters of the same temperature. Squeeze out as much of the water as possible and hang to dry,! still In the pillowcase. Washed In this: way, sa^s Needlecraft, a sweater will' not stretch out of shape, but will have' the soft, fluffy appearance of a new. garment, and be In good form. Orange. Caramel Sauce. n. one One-half cup of butter melted, cup sugar, added to the butter and' cooked till it Is a thick sirup. About' SO minutes is enough. Prick an or ange with a silver fork till/the oil is started and put it in the syrup whole turning over now' and then with thfc fork. It should be a rich golden color, lomethlng like burnt- orange. Very good with.poor man's pudding or with rice cooked In the southern style. Fried Rice. Pick over and wash one-half of a cupful of rice, put in a .double boiler with one pint of milk and one-half of a teaspoonful of salt. Stir once or twice as the rice begins to swell and. cook slowly until all the liquid is ab sorbed. Turn into a buttered dish or bowl and set away until cold. Cut In. half-Inch slices, dust with flour and fry in butter or sweet drippings. To Bake Cakes. Place the cakes close to the bottom of the oven when cooking, as cakesi are better when raised from the boN torn first If the heat strikes the top* of the cake first it crusts over the* top and then, in order to rise, it breaks the crust and runs through,, leaving unsightly cracks in the top of the cake. Prune Sauce. Wash, soak and boll the prunes la the usual manner. When tender take out the stones as neatly as possible, crack them and extract the kernels. Throw these into boiling water for a minute and rub off the outer skin. Dip in cold Water to preserve their color and add to the fruit Sweezen the sauce to taste. To Keep parsley Fresh. Place the bunch of green parsley In an airtight jar. Screw the lid on tight and keep it in a cool place. Cared for in., this manner parsley will keep in' good condition for a week. Like Dog In a Treadmill. A young man ln Cooper Union the other night complained that every day of his life he just rose, breakfasted, worked, lunched, worked, supped, and went to bed. That isn't life.—Dr. Luther H. Gullck.—New York Globe. Uncle Pennywlse. Say«: Takes a man of strong character to avoid submitting to hair tonic, laven der water, pomade and brilliantlne every time'he climbs into a barberV chair. A*