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1HE FLOWERS COLLECTION
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Romantic American™ —Historic Interest
In Old Jamestown, Site of the Proposed Tercentenary Exposition
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By EUCILE WEBB BANKS.
Written for The SUNNY SOUTH.
HEX the Virginia legisla
ture decided to properly
celebrate the three hun
dredth anniversary of the
founding of the city of
Jamesitown they found
they had touched a respon
sive chord in the hearts
of all history-loving Amer
icans, for with the com
ing of the first Jamestown
settlerg was the beginning
of the great story of
American progress and en
terprise. The early Spanish posts in
Florida and New Mexico, the French
forts in Canada were only so many gath
ering places for the soldiers of tho^e na
tions before setting out on further con
quest or exploration. Jamestown was
the cradle of home-life, of agriculture, of
commerce in the new world, for there
come the Anglo-Saxon race fresh from
the fields of England, ready with their
inherent domestic tastes to set up a home
In the wilderness and to defend it against
all Invaders.
Jamestown Is a name to conjure with
in the world of romance and one has
only to call it softly and there comes
from the past a troop of memories that
are really born in history and bring in
their train the joys an<j sorrows, the
pleasure and pain that haunted the na
tion in its first birthday. Stolid, half-
naked savages, questioning the new in
vasion but willing to be friendly, stalk
in the wake of Pocahontas, the Lady
by in grim silence; Smith, the explorer,
writer and weaver of romances follows
Rebecca of the new baptism, *he only
real American princess. Captain Chrls-
topher Newport with his one hundred
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and five colonists newly danded from the
first ships in the. bay, challenge the on
looker witii homesick but determined
faces. Wingfield, Delaware, Dale, Yeard-
ley, Berkeley, ail vested with the insig
nia of their governorship, pass by; An
gela, the first slave in all America, looks
lonely and questioning from the fireside
of her new master with hunger of the
African fastnesses in her eyes and the
swing of the jungle in her step. Laugh
ing, devil-may-care soldiers, fresh from
the fields of Flanders where they served
under William the Silent and Prince
Maurice of Nassau, swing noisily past-
A ship puts into port and his majestyV-
casket girls descend each to be sold to
some planter who is willing to barter so
much green tobacco for a wife. Gay cav
aliers, making it hard for the governors
to preserve discipline, saunter down the
streets, or play at bowling on the green.
John Pory, the old speaker: Edward
Sharpless, clerk of the council who was
piilored; Pountis, who died at sea on his
way home to plead for the colonists'
rights before parliament: Nathaniel Ba
con, who defied Berkeley and burned the
city, all pass in the panorama, that the
old name call s to life.
There were fourteen thousand souls in
al! landed in Virginia before the May
flower crossed the seas to bring the Pil
grims, and one of these early Virginians
was none other than Stephen Hopkins,
who afterwards returned to England and
came out With the Pilgrim Fathers. Ships
plied back and forth between ttie colony
and England, carrying to the mother
country great quantities of sassafras
and clapboards, and ofttimes "fool's
‘Wild." for the love of adventure and the
belief in the country's wealth was strong
in many. ft is said, in fact, tlia.t Ben
Johnson’s “Eastward Ho,” a comedy set
ting forth the glories of the new world,
was responsible for much of the imrc-
gration to Virginia, for the play was most
popular and the book widely read.
An old print, shows the island on which
Jamestown site only the tower of the
sades and set about with block houses
and comfortable dwellings. When the
ter-eentenury is held the management
expects to reproduce in detail ail these
buildings, though there is left on the old
Jamestown site only the towner of the
church. Tt was a great church in those
days and rests °n the ruins of two older
ones. It was in this, or in the one on
the same site, that the first marriage in
Virginia was solemnized, that of Anne
Burras and John Laydon. A year later
their daughter, Virginia, the first white
child born in Jamestown, was baptized
in tlie church.
It wa 8 Ieir<{ De La Wart that look
most pride in the church and did most
for its adornment. The building stood
then 24 by 60 feet and there was a stee
ple at the west end holding two bells.
This steeple is all that remains. The
chancel was of cedar with a canoe-shaped
font, communion table of black walnut
anl pulpit of cedar. The lord governor
bad flowerg brought in each Sunday to
decorate the chancel, and when he went
to church on Sundays it was in great
state with ail his councillors, officers and
gentlemen in attendance and a guard of
fifty halberdiers in bis'own livery witii
red cloaks. The baptismal font once
there and the one in which Pocahontas
was baptized is now in the parish church
at Williamsburg. The island lies deso
late as a farm land, the grave yar^j un
til a few years ago was overrun witii
vines until the society for the preserva
tion of Virginia landmarks took no
tiie matter, and among other ravages of
time they found the trees forcing the
grave stones from the ground, the slab
that marked Yeardley'g grave havinr
been carried far overhead in the crotehi
of a tree. The river came to steal the*
edges of the island, daily encroaching on
the historic spot (until a sea wall was
built to save it, this has not yet been
completed, but (he women of Virginia are
back of the movement and the island
will be saved.
The exposition cannot be held on the
original Jamestown site; it is not suited
for such a purpose, so a location further
flown t'ne river is chosen and here old
Ji.mestown will he reproduced. This
ter-oentenary will have the distinction
of lieing one of the most novel in the
world because of the naval features
which will eclipse all others. It will
be opposite Hampton Roads, on the edge
of one of the tinest land-locked bodies
of water in the world; it will be near
Newport News, where the greatest ship
yar<l in the world is found; near Fortress
Monroe, where the confederacy’s only
president was held in captivity, and over
looking the waters where the Merrimac
met the Monitor—"a. yankee cheese box
or a. raft”—one morning lotig ago and
revolutionized the navy of the world.
The (possibilities are that the finest
naval exhibit ever seen in all the world
will be there, for each nation is expo, ted
to be represented and the United States
will concentrate there for the time the
finest specimens of her navy. Great
vessels will ride there at anchor in peace
with their neighbors where once the
French fleets came to help the colonists
'declare their independence, where Dutch
trading vessels Put into port with black
slaves chained in their .holds, where
Lord Dunmore stopped on his retreat
fionr Williamsburg in 1776, and where
ships manned by black-bearded men and
flying the jolly rogcr at their mast heads
sometimes dared to come.
The Janies river itself Is rich tn his-
t< -y. At Williamsburg, so closely asso
ciated with Jamestown in history, stands
V V tm and Mary collci.ee. the second
oldest in America, lire alma mater; o
Jefferson. Monroe and Tyler, a college
whose original plans were prepared by
none other than Sir Christopher Wren
himself. AH through the tide water re
gion of the state lie the rich farms and
plantations that mark Virginia’s wealth.
Further up the river great colonial man
sions still stand dominating the land
scape ns they have done for years, their
lawns sloping to the river, behind them
lying miles and miles of field an dl'orest
and upland. Westover, the home of Wil
liam Byrd, and of his daughter, the fair
Evelyn, who died of a broken heart, is
there just as it stood three centuries ago
when tiie first American Byrd, himself
a prince by right of an old line of roy
alty. built it from brick brought from
England. Shirley, one of the most his
toric houses in all Virginia, built in 1642.
proudly rears its head rich in the memo
ries of “King Carter." Washington. La
fayette and the mother of Robert Lee.
it withstood more, than one Indian attack
in early times, served many times as a
fortress, and was spared tiie torch in the
times of the revolution and civil war.
Lower Brandon, the birthplace of tne
Harrisons, is there by the river, and tra
dition tells that before it came into their
hands it was owned by a kinsman of
Shakespeare. There are hidden doors,
(rested silver, quaint turnings of the
stair, deep recesses in the halls that
speak of romance and conspiracy, of
wealth and hospitality all combined.
Some person versed in the history of
the river might show one where Curl's
church once stood, the church whose bap
tismal font and sounding board were
saved from ruin and are now in old St.
John’s church in Richmond.
Above the falls of tire river stands
Richmond still rich in her memories of
ante helium triumphs, the air .still palpi
tant with the name of Fee and Davis,
the same imperial, aristocratic center
whose social prestige and colonial aspect
,ia ,e r .1..lined unsullied bb I'.i.i u crying
world has swept b_\ and i h still re
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DOUBLE TROUBLE
A Tale of Dual Identity (EX
Z5hQ Wierd Occult
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Copyright. 1906, by Bobbs-Merrill Co.
HERBERT QUICK.
xvr.
THE OFFICE GOES IN QUEST OF
THE MAN.
Victory brings peace without;
Amity conquers within.
How can my thought hide a doubt "
Doubt in the mighty is sin!
Yet, as I watch from my height,
Rearing his spears like a wood
On swarms the dun Muscovite
Slavish, inebriate, rude!
Dim-seen, within the profound,
Shapeless, insensate, malign.
Fold within dragon-fold wound.
Opes the dread -aongol his eyne'
One waking, one in the field—
Foe after foe still I see.
Last of them ali. half-revealed
Phophecy’s eye rests on—Me!
—A Racial Reverie.
R. BRASSFIELD sat alone,
listening to Barney Con-
Ion's retreating footsteps.
A few years ago I could
have described the soll-
S tude of the deserted count
ing house, and made a
really effective scene of
it. Now, however, tele
phones exist to deny u3
tiie boon. No sooner do
we find ourselves a mo
ment alone, than we think
of some one to whom we
imagine we have something to say, and
call him up over the wire; or, conversely,
lie thinks of us with like results. Con-
Ion’s back was scarcely burned before
Brassfield took down the receiver and
asked for Alvord’s residence.
’■Jim.’’ said he, "I’ve just found out
that Sheol is popping about town. . . .
Yes, it's Edgington. Conlon tells me he’s
out for AlcCorkle and against me. . . .
Well, maybe not. but Conlon generally
knows. You must go out and run It
down. We can’t have Mc.Oorkle nomi
nated—you can see why. . . . All
right. I’ll wait for you somewhere out
of sight. ... In the Turkish room at
Tony's? . . . Very well: I had another
engagement, but I must call that off.
Thanks, old man. I shall rely on you!
Goodby!”
Up went the receiver, and then, almost
at once was lifted to Brassfield’s ear
again as he sent in a call for Miss Wald
ron's residence. $
“Is this 758? is Miss Waldron at
home? . . . Yes. if you please. . . .
This you. Bess? Well, I'm in the hard
est of hard luck. Things have come up
which will keep me cooped up all the
evening. . . . You're awfully good to
say so! Good night, dearest!”
Tiie lock clicked behind him. and h®
wa s out on the street once more, farno
view a figure which was clearly that
of a stranger to Bellevale, and yet had
an oddly familiar air to Brassfield, as it
moved uncertainly along the darkening
highway. It came to the point of meet
ing and halted, facing Brassfield
squarely.
“I peg bardon,” it said, “but haf I the
honor of attressing Herr Brassfield, or
Herr Amidon?”
"My name is Brassfield.” was tiie re
ply. “What can I do for you?”
' I am stopping at the Bellevale house,"
said the professor. “Blatherwiok is ray
name. 1 hat hoped that you might reko
nice me, as—”
"1 am sorry to dispel your hope,” said
Brassfield. “What do you want with
me?”
"I should pe klad to haf you aggom-
pany me to my rooms,” said the pro
fessor, "vere I shouldt esdeem it a brifi-
Uehe to bresent you to my daughter, and
show you some dests in occult phenom
ena. As the shlef citizen of the city—”
“My good man," said Brassfield, "what
ever would be my attitude ordinarily to
ward your very kind, if rather unlooked-
for, invitation, permit me now to decline
on account of pressure of business. Or
dinarily I should be curious to know
just what kind of game you've got, as I
haven't enough in my pocket to be wortii
your while to flimflam me. Pardon me,
if I seem abrupt.”
And he hurried down the street, leav
ing the professor drifting aimlessly in
his wake, vibrating between anger and
perplexity.
“I wonder where I’ve seen that man?”
thought Brassfield. Dim reminiscenced
of such a figure sitting in shadowy back
ground. while a glorious tigrine woman
nulled over some realm only half-
cognized, vexed the crepuscular and ter
ror-breeding reaches of his mind. He
met a policeman, who respectfully sa
luted him. Brassfield stopped as if for
a chat with the officer.
“A fine evening. Mallory.” said he.
"Fine, indeed, sir,” said the officer.
“Who is the old gentleman whom you
just passed?" asked Brassfield. "The one
with the glasses.’’
"That?” asked the policeman. "Why.
didn’t you recognize him? That's your
frie.nd the hypnotist, up at the hotel—Pro
fessor (Blatherwiok."
“Oh." said '■Brassfield as he walked
on, “I didn’t know him in the dusk.
We’ll nave to have better street lighting,
eh. Mallory?"
“No bad idea!" said Mallory. “Well,
it'll be for you to say. Fm thinking.’’
“You don’t think there's anything in
tills new movement, do you?” asked
Brassfield.
“Oil. no, sir," sai<i the officer. "And
yet. In politics you never know. Bwt I
feel sure it'll be all riglil. They can't
do much this evening and tomorrow.
Time's too short."
Brassfield hurried on witii an air ot
anxiety. The policeman's words were
not reassuring, lie turned down a side
street and entered a restaurant, the pro
prietor of which at once placed himself
and Ills establishment at Mr. Brassfield's
command.
"Give me the Turkish room, Tony,”
said Brassfield.
“Yes, sir, Turkish room; and Charles to
wait?”
"Yes,” said Brassfield. “Cook me a
tenderloin; and don’t let any one come
into tiie room.”
"Certainly, Mr. Brassfield! The Tur
kish room, and a steak, and no one ad
mitted—"
“Except such people as Mr. Alvord may
bring. We shall want some good cigars,
and a few bottles of that blue, seal.”
“Yes, sir." said Tony. “Will you speak
to this gentleman before you go up. sir?”
Brassfield turned and confronted an
elderly man of florid countenance, whose
white mustache and frockeoat presented
a most respectable appearance. Mr.
Brassfield bent on him a piercing look,
and strove mentally to account for the
impression that he had met this mail
before, wondering again at that hazy as
sociation with the mystical, dreamy re
gion of the woman in yellow and black.
It was as if he saw everything that even
ing through some medium capable of
imparting this mystic coloring. The
stranger faced him steadily.
"I presume you remember me, Mr.
Brassfield,” said lie. “Blodgett of
Ilazelhurst.”
“Of course it's unpardonable in me,”
said Brassfield, “nut I don’t remember
you, and I fear I've never heard of the
place.”
“Well.” said Judge Blodgett, “it's en
tirely immaterial. I merely wanted to
say that I’ve some matters of very great
importance to communicate to you, if
you’ll just step up to my rooms at the
Bellevale house.”
"I can hardly conceive of anything you
may have to say,” said Brassfield guard
edly, “which can not be as well said
here. We are quite alone.” ,
"I—the fact is.” said the judge, flound
ering, “what I have to say must be com
municated in the presence of a person
who Is there, a person—”
"May I ask whom?”
“A lady—Madame—Miss Blather wick."
The cunning of mental limitation again
served Brassfield. He recognized the
name as the one mentioned by the pro
fessor on tiie street. Why this conspir
acy to bring him to this strange woman
at the hotel? Was It a plot? Was it
blackmail or political trickery, or what?
"I am very much engaged tonight.”
said lie. “Whatever you have to say,
say here, and at once.”
The judge felt like seizing his man
forcibly, and taking him to Madame le
Claire for restoration. The Brassfield
cunning was an Impenetrable defense.
Bellevale's chief business man seemed to
be himself again, a keen, cool man of
affairs, to whom Judge Blodgett, Pro
fessor Blatfcerwick ami Clara were, ex
cept for tiie brief and troubled intervals
during which the Amidon personality had
been brought uppermost, strangers—until
she could once more bring him within
t lie magic ring of her occult power.
Brought within it he must he, but how?
The judge felt beaten and baffled. Yet
lie would try one more device.
“Tiie matter can hardly be discussed
here ” said he. “but I may say that it
relates to tiie evidence you lack in the
Bunn’s Ferry well*cases. I happen to
know of your desire for proof of certain
facts in the spring of 1896. and—”
Mr. Brassfield started and changed
color.
"You know—this *woman knows.” he
said, "something to my advantage in the
matter?”
Judge Blodgett nodded. Brassfield
looked at his watch, paced back and
forth, and made ns if to follow Blodgett
to tiie door. Blodgett's heart beat
stiflingly.
"You fre coming?” said he.
Something in the tone betrayed his
anxiety. Again suspicion rose to domi
nance in tiie mind of Brassfield: and en
tering at the door came Jim Alvord, and
one or two hulking, mustachioed citizens
of the ward-heeler type. He turned on
the judge.
"No.” said he, "It is impossible for nie
to go now. But I am much interested in
what vou say. and tomorrow—No, not to
morrow, for I shall be very busy; but
tiie day alter we will take it up with >ou,
if quite convenient to you. In the mean
time. if you will 'be so kind as to call
on my lawyer, Mr Edgington. I shall be
very glad. He is authorized to make
terms—anything reasonable, you know.
Good night. Mr. Blodgett. I hope we
shall meet again!"
“Your old friend Blodgett seems agt-
tated tonight,” said Alvord, as they sat
alone in the Turki. h room. “He s got to
be quite a fellow here on the strength of
your friendship. Wish he was a voter.
We could use him. Maybe he can help
in a quiet way. Anything wrong with
■him? Seemed worked up.’
Smilingly, as it Al.ord’s remarks had
■been as plain to him as they were charged
with mystery, Brassfield replied that so
tar as he knew Blodgett was all right,
and that he might be ot use further if.otig
in the campaign.
"And now,” said he, “tell me what on
earth has sent Edgington off on this an
ient. He's tiie man who first suggested
to me that 1 ought to run. It was ins
scheme. He’s my lawyer and my friend.
What does it mean?”
“Well, 1 saw Edge, and lie’s got a list
of reasons longer n an anaconda s dream.
He says that since your return from you"
New fork trip you ve seemeu auierent.
1 don't mind saying that tnere's otners •
say the same thing."
"different? ' saia Brassfield, in an anx
iety renuered paiiuul by tile missing time
and tne.se strangers wnoin tie was ac
cused ot knowing, but who behaved us
strangers to turn. "Mow?"
"Well," said Aivoru, "kind of not the
same in manner—omsii with the gang, an
sort of addicted to tne prolessor ana uic
hypnotist—no kica from me, old caap,
juu understand, out I’m nlirig a kind of
bill oi exceptions, an' these things ga in.”
"I see,” said Brassfield. "Go on!”
"Then you’ll have to own you’ve done
some funny stunts,” continued Alvord.
"You're fired old Stevens, and you've
been going over your books with this man
Blodgett, and talking of selling him an
interest—”
“Talking of what?” exclaimed Brass-
field.
“Oh, it's your business, you know, but
a sort of shock to the feelings and
finances of the community all the same.
Not that it affects me, or that many
know of it, but the inner circle is dis
turbed, and, mind, il’m leading up to
Edgington's flop.”
"I see," said Brassfield. "Go on."
“Well." said Alvord. ‘Tiie mystery
comes in right here. He says he went
up to see you and you flow up and took
a high moral attitude and said it was a
dirty mess, and you wouldn’t Touch it.
lie thought it was some of Bess' isms
that she brought home from college—
civic purity, and all that impractical rot
that these intellectual women get, and
lie says he began hunting for some one
to run in to fill the vacancy caused by
tiie declination of E. Brassfield. He was
knocked numb when lie found out tuai
you were out for the place. Y'ou must
have said something to him, you know.
Now what in the name of Dodd was it?
Brassfield walked up and down the
room for a few moments, wringing his
hands and alternately hardening and
relaxing the muscles of his arms as if
engaged in some physical culture oxer
else, but saying never a word. This
blank Cimmeria of his past, into which
he had stared vainly for five years,
seemed about to deliver up his secret, or
a part of it. Already, it was clear, it
had disgorged this man Blodgett, and
these otiier questionable characters at
the inn. But they would find him ready
for them. This man that was looking
or er his books would discover that what
Eugene Brassfield wanted he took, and
what he took he held. They were after
lixs money, no doubt. Well, he would
see. And in the meantime, Edgington's
defection should not be allowed to dis
arrange matters. The business interests
involved were too great. When he turn
ed to answer Alvord, he was pale as
aeatli. but calm as ever.
"Oh, Edgington misconstrued entirely
what r said,” he answered. "1 can't
just repeat it—we had some talk along
tiie lines he mentioned, but .1 never said
anything that lie ought to have under
stood In that way. is lie on the square,
do you think?"
“On the dean) square." said Alvord.
“I'll stake my life on that."
"Well, what lias he done?”
"He’s got MeCorkle out for the nomi
nation."
"To stay?” asked Brassfield. “Can’t
we (give Mac. something else, later?”
"No, Edgington says not: you see. the
colonel has wanted to be mayor a long
time. Edgington can't pull him off. and
as long as lie sticks. Edge’s got to stick
by him. Edgington's for you as bard as
ever after tiie caucuses—if you win."
"Yes," said Brassfield, “most every
body will be. You've run, your eye over
the line-up: ean we win?"
"It depends.” said Alvord. "on the two
men down in tiie restaurant—Sheehan
and Zaiinsky. You know their follow
ing, and what they want. Our crowd
stands in with tiie bettor element. Mc-
Corkle can't hold more than half his own
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church, and we’re as strong as horse
radish witii the other gospel plants. The
A. O. C. M. gang Edgington won't try to
split, but will leave to us, and through
them we'l! get the libera! element In
line—tiie saloons, ami the seamy side
generally. 1 mean, of course. The labor
vote we need help with, and I’ve brought
in Sheehan and Zaiinsky to sort of ar
range a line of policy that'll round 'em
up. With their help we’ll control the
caucuses. After the caucuses, it's plain
sailing.”
"That ought to be an elegant suffi
ciency," said he.
"All right," raid Brassfield. “you han
dle that end of it. and I'll discuss the in
terests of labor. We’ll show Colonel Mc-
Oorkle what a fight without interests
means in this town. Are the wine and
cigars here? Then go down and bring
the patriots up, Jim.”
XVII.
THE HONOR NEARS ITS QUARRY.
And every man. and woman, too, was
forged at Birmingham,
And mounted all in batteries, each on a
separate cam;
And when one showed, in love or war
or politics or fever,
A sign of maladjustment, why you just
pulled on his lever,
And upside down and inside out and
front side back he stood;
And the inspector saw Which one was
evil, which was good.
CHORUS.
On the other side!
On the other side!
Oh. you must somehow see the other side!
If you’d repair or clean
This delicate old machine,
You must have a way to see the other
side!
—The Inventor's Song in •'Bedlam."
Messrs. Sheehan and Zaiinsky. before
being ushered into the Turkish room
where Air. Brassfield sat awaiting them,
were told by Air. Alvord that, should
Mr. Brassfield's position on the labor
question be found satisfactory 10 them,
he would like to have their good o~ces
in tiie matter of getting a fair attendance
at the caucuses the next evening. As
tills is always an expensive thing for the
patriot who engages to do it, he. Air. Al
ec rd, would beg to place at their disposal
funds in an amount named- by him, for
use in tiie transportation of distant and
enfeebled voters and for such refresh
'd ent as might be thought necessary.
"Weli-ul, ’ said Sheenan, "f r tit car-
kuses only it may do. What say, Za-
ilnsKy 7"
Air. Zaiinsky, his eyes gleaming with
gratification, thought the sum named
might possioly suffice.
"Good!" said Alvord. "And now come
up and see the next mayor."
“What's de use?" asked Zaiinsky.
“Don't we know him all right? Ain’t it
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mains as a type of the old south. A
building here almost as old as St. John's,
is the tavern where Patrick Henry lived
as a student, where Washington and Ea~
fayette stopped, an ! wiiere Jefferson
stayed a while. The custodian claims
that the grave of Powhatan is in tiie
back yard, out the Alayos, who own his
old lands further down the river, deny
this.
Yorktown is not far down the river,
tiie stage of tiie little drama enacted over
a century ago when the English players
vanished from the footlights and left
the colonists in power. And this was the
same stage eighty years later where the
nation, divided against itself, set the
boys in blue against the boys in gray
to settle the same <>lfl dispute that Run
nyrnede and Mecklinburg had not vet
settled.
The starving time iias gone long ago,
gone with the white sails of the Good-
speed and the Deliverance that brought
hope to the despairing settlers, and the
fields are fair and ripe with harvest of
a state that has three-fourths of its
area in cultivation. Tiie first colonial
assembly is a thing of the long ago, but
the rights of representation and the
freedom of speech that is foreshadowed
live today in the law making bodies of
tiie land. The slave ships long ago rot
ted in the harbors or beat to pieces on
the rocks of unknown shores, but a con
tented race of free blacks stands to
prove the efficiency of the experiment.
The stocks and pillory are gone with that
governor who prayed that there might
never be schools in the land, and a su
perior educational system places this
among the leading nations of the world.
In three hundred yeai s the 105 colonists
have (grown inot many millions and on
the ter-centenary of her Anglo-Saxon set
tlement the United States is ready to
take her place in 'the foremost files of
tirr." til- queen • >’ the v. rid by right
ot Heritage <ts "heir of-ail the .-i-c-s."
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