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1 1HE FLOWERS COLLECTION volume xliv- Timber . 'urty-three. Atlanta, Ga., Week Ending October 27, 1906, 50c PER YEAR—SINGLE CCPY 5c, Romantic American™ —Historic Interest In Old Jamestown, Site of the Proposed Tercentenary Exposition 0-~0-~0—0-~0—S-*-0—0 — 0~0—0 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 ••••■>■ 0—0—0—0,»—» ~-0-*0;-0—0-,-0~0;-0-,-0~,.0- | 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 ••• • a 0 DOUBLE TROUBLE A Tale of Dual Identity (EX Z5hQ Wierd Occult 0,-0;-0 — 0;.0,-0;-0;.0;.0-,.0.,.0.,.0.,.0.* 0;.0;.0;-0;-0;-0;-0;.0.,.0;-0;.0;-0—0 — • 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 ••■0;-0 — 0 — 0;-0;-0;-0 — 0;-0 — 0-,-0;-0;.0 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 Continued on Fourth Page. u 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." n