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0KIL1A DISPATCH. PC ILL A, GEORGIA._ IIRMIBKSOW Jfc HANLON, Publishers. The failure of the monsoon—-this makes famine a possibility uud scarcity of food a certainty throughout a third part of India. A preacher in Minneapolis told liis congregation that not more than seven out of a hundred clinerh members wove real Christians. It made no tvoublo. Every man who had heard him felt thut he was one of the seven. Adjutant General Axliue of Ohio as¬ serts in his annual report that Ohio sent the first volunteer regiment into the field in the Spanish-American war, and completed the mustering and dis¬ patching of her quota of troops first of all the states. Its total number of meu was 15,354. The development, of manufacturing enterprise in the South, moro es¬ pecially in the direction of the manu¬ facture of garments, is exhibited in the fact that a branch of the National Gar¬ ment Workers’ Union has been orga¬ nized at Knoxville, Tenn. This is the first union of the kind to be erga- nized in the state. Governor Roosevelt, in his address to the class of 1893 at Cornell Univer¬ sity, said: “Our country can better afford to lose all of the men who have amassed millions than to lose one-half of its collegi-bie.l men. We can get along without men of enormous wealth, but not without men of brains.” The Philadelphia Bulletin has been making a comparison of the number of people in rhat city who attend the theatre and those who attend church, and finds the church attendance far in excess. The weekly attendance at the different places of amusement, it says, is not more than 170,000. It is hard to compute the chur. h attendance, ex¬ actly. With all our dev, tion to hurry, there should be a long pause before slow transit of the canal is given up. Where these channels are owned by the state they are an important check upon railroad rates for carrying certain bulky materials. A turbiue system gaining its power from a trolley wire gives hope, too, of greater speed with a minimum of bank-washing. An over head cable is also a promising possi¬ bility. The extraordinary revelation was made at a recent meeting of the State Savings’ Bank association of New York, says Leslie’s Weekly, that there was in the savings l'.a.'ks of the Em¬ pire state $1,500,000 in dormant ac¬ counts. The savings banks of New York state now bold about $600,030,- 000 of the people’s money and tho dormant accounts of $1,500,000 re¬ main without any evidence that their owners will ever cali for them. Some of them have been dormant for over 50 years. One bank in the city of Albany reports that its unclaimed ac¬ counts aggregated over $‘27,000. Some of these accounts have claimants who will appear in due season. We must, indeed, be a rich and prosperous nation when we cau overlook a little item of over $1,500,000 lying un¬ claimed in the savings banks of a single state. The oft-repeated statement that “it is worry that kills, not work,” is con¬ tradicted by an eminent specialist in nervous disorders. This authority declares that neither work or worry are baneful in themselves, not even when carried to excess, but that it is the monotonous, unbroken continua¬ tion of the excess of either that is ex¬ ceedingly injurious. Every form of prolonged mental strain without s. complementary relaxation in some form of physical activity acts disas¬ trously upon the nerve cells, while the continuation of worry which in itself is so far wholesome as it shows a commendably sensitive orga¬ nization, terminates in the ruin of the nervous system. The athlete, ho declares, must be recommended to take up some line of mental study, and the scholar must be encouraged to adopt some regular form of physi¬ cal exercise. Absolute rest is fre¬ quently as ineffective in restoring an overwrought nervous system as the whole gamut of nervines, stimu¬ lants, baths, massage and electricity. What is needed is the change' of occu¬ pation to counteract or complement the ordinary habits and empLoymeatc. It E ARE READY TO ENTER YOUR NAME ON OUR SUBSCRIPTION rooks. YOU WILL NOT MISS THE small SUM NECESSARY TO BECOME OUR CUSTOMER. THE BUKGLAES TWO. Last autumn, toward the end of the "Long,” Hargreaves and I went down to Lyncastei-on-Sea to do some read¬ ing. The season was over, and we found ourselvea aimeet the only visitors in .he place—quite the only ones, in fact, at the Park hotel. Consequently we had a choice of rooms, and it was pure¬ ly accidental that we chose the corner sitting-room on the "second floor front,” overlooking the grounds of the hotel and also the People’s park. The western wall of the hotel gar¬ dens formed the eastern boundary of the park, and onr room was at right angles to the wall. Immediately be¬ neath it, on the park side, was a row of garden seats. One night Hargreaves and I were lux¬ uriating in a lounge after dinner. The room was in darkness and we were quiet for once—enjoying a smoke and half dozing. Presently I was roused by the sound of voices talking outside. The window was open and I drew aside the curtain and looked out. Two men occupied the seat just be¬ low me, on the park side of the wall decent looking fellows, as far as I could tell in the dusk. I looked carelessly at them for a moment, and was about to return to my pipe when a word or two caught my ear. I leaned forward and listened eagerly. "Then it’s all settled. We sneak up the drive, steal a ladder and you climb in at the landing window. We shan t be disturbed; old Seaton sleeps at Aie the to the servants ’ back of house, so "Go on.” “Her room is in the front—the first on the left from the landing window. I spotted it the other night when I wa3 strolling up and down—” “Oh! never mind that. Hurry up.’ "Well, you know what to do next. Seize the little darling, gag her, lower her down to me—she’s a mere feather¬ weight—follow, and I’ll manage tae rest.” ”Sh—sh! Not so loud.” The speaker glanced apprehensively over his shoulder at the hotel. “You’re sure this place is empty? he went on. “There’ll be a pretty tow d’ye do if we’ve been overheard!” “Of course it’s empty. How funky you are!” "Well, I don’t care about the busi- ness. ’Tis infernally risky, and—” “Oh! come, you can’t back out of it now. You understand? Meet me at 11:30 o’clock at the cross roads half a mile from Seaton hall. Then a tramp, a few minutes’ wild excitement, then—Dora and bliss!” “Catch your hare before you cook it, Tom. It's a far cry tonight’s affair to bliss and Dora.” “Oh, shut up! I’m off.” "So am I.” The two men moved away, and I I Eank back in my chair and gasped. What could It mean? Did these cold¬ blooded ruffians really contemplate breaking into a man’s bouse and steal¬ ing his daughter under his very nose? It was incredible, impossible; it was— I roused Hargreaves with a vigorous shake. “Wake up!” I shouted, “wake up! Thieves! Burglars! Kidnapers! Miss Seaton of Seaton hall!” “What the deuce are you talking about?” cried Hargreaves, starting up. “Are you mad?” I pulled myself together with an ef¬ fort, and rapidly ran over what i had heard. Hargreaves listened—and scoffed, It was the greatest rubbish he had ever heard. Carry off a girl in that des- perado fashion in these days! Absurd! “Go to sleep again, my dear fellow, and dream some sense!” This was irritating. If there had been time I should have been annoyed with Hargreaves, but there was next. I assumed a lofty indifference. "Believe It or not, as you like,” I said, "it’s true enough. I shall he at Seaton hall at midnight to stop this desperate deed, and if I lose my life in the interest of my fellow creatures my blood be on your head.” This rhetorical display impressed Hargreaves. Seeing which, I followed it up with a hint of ignoring the Lyn¬ caster police, and capturing the bur¬ glars off our own bat. Hargreaves was “fetched.” * A couple of hours later two villians, armed with blackthorn cudgels, strode along the road from Lyncaster to Bea¬ ton—myself and Hargreaves on the warpath. We were horribly nervous—at least, I was. A four-mile walk in mud and a thick mist had cooled my enthusiasm, and nervous tremors trickled down my spine as I thought of attacking those ruffians alone and unaided. Visions floated before me in frightful procession. I saw myself and Har¬ greaves a pair of mangled corpses wel¬ tering in our gore. Horrible! Wiping the cold perspiration from my fore¬ head I stole a glance at Hargreaves. He was stalking along In silent gloom, his hands thrust into his pock¬ ets, his cap tugged down over his eyes. “Hargreaves,” I began. He started as though he had been shot. This was encouraging. “H-Hargreaves,” I said, trying to get the nervous quiver out of my voice —“H-Hargreaves, d-do you think they have accomplices? Perhaps there is a g-gang of them.” “Rubbish!” from Hargreaves, sav¬ agely. ’Bosh! How goes the enemy?” “Half past ten,” I stuttered, -and re¬ signed myself to fate. We reached the crossroads by 11 o’olock, after which tea minutes’ sharp walking brought us to Seaton hall The house was approached by a drive about a quarter of a mile in length. This was followed, sneaking along, and finally into the thick shrubbery Just whore the drive swept rouud In front of the hall. There we crouched side by side and waited. It was beastly—branches of trees stuck into us, prickly shrubs lacerated our faces. We could distin¬ guish nothing but the dim outline of the house, for the mist, which had been gradually increasing, suddenly de¬ scended like a thick pall, shrouding everything. We seemed to have been there for hours, during which my only comforr lay in clutching the blackthorn cudgel and a pocket pistol, to which Har¬ greaves carried the pair, when sud¬ denly Hargreaves gripped my arm. I listened. Footsteps were coming stealthily toward us. Nearer and near¬ er they drew—near a.nd nearer. I crouched down behind the shrubs and peered out. Ah-ha! There they were—the ruf¬ fians! Thank goodness, only two of them. They sneaked along on the narrow strip of grass bordering the gravel drive, passed and disappeared Into the darkness. A few minutes elapsed. Tnen a lan¬ tern’s red bull’s-eye gleamed out close to the ground. Two figures reared a ladder against the house wall. One of the men mounted and disap¬ peared. I could hear Hargreaves’ breath coming in quick gasps. My teeth chattered. Now the fellow was at the window again. He clutched something in his arms. Miss Dora Seaton? No—not Miss Dora Seaton—a bundle! A kick¬ ing, struggling bundle! Silently, swiftly he descended. The ladder was removed, the red light of the lantern extinguished. We felt the two coming toward us in the darkness. My heart beat up into my throat, my knees shook, and I clutched the black¬ thorn cudgel. "Now!” cried Hargreaves. We sprang out. Each hurled him¬ self on his man, seized him by the throat, and hung on. The shock of the attack was irre¬ sistible. With scarcely a sound, scarcely even a scuffle, we forced the fellows down, Tightening my grip— “If thfey struggle,” I cried to an im¬ aginary comrade In the darkness; “if they struggle, fire!” I gagged my man, bound his unre¬ sisting hands, turned on the lantern— I liil,. i II V 1 HI*.! m m mmi i few Si naag* iff ,.y , ■ ti FOOTSTEPS WERE COMING TO¬ WARDS US. and staggered back in utter amaze¬ ment. “Graham!” I cried. "Graham!” “Dagmore!” ejaculated Hargreaves. "Tom Dagmore! by the powers!” Hargreaves and I stared at one an¬ other. The burglars lay and glared at us, gagged and helpless. The mys¬ terious bundle struggled and plunged about our feet. Over all loomed the shadow of the old hall, wrapped in silent darkness. Then Hargreaves began to laugh. He rolled about the drive in speechless agony, stuffing his handkerchief into his mouth and gurgling. I subsided on the ground in silent convulsions. No wonder. Graham and Dagmore, undergraduates of All Souls, Oxbridge, breaking into the house of a highly re¬ spectable country squire to steal—ah, yes! to steal what? I Jumped up, seized the bundle, and released—a small toy terrier, with a blue ribbon round its neck and a gag stuffed into its mouth. It was inexplicable, It was myste¬ rious, It was the best thing we had been in for for months. With a simulta¬ neous Impulse we unbound the ruffians. They gazed at each other ruefully, then at us, and once more laughter ren¬ dered us all speechless. “Come out of this,” I whispered pres¬ ently, “we shall have the household down on us.” We crept down the drive. I hardly dared breathe till we were outside the gates. "Now then,” I said to Graham, “ex¬ plain.” "Oh, after you, sir,” said Graham— “after you!” "Yes,” echoed Dagmcre, "what the dickens are you doing in this affair?” I told them. Having stood what we considered a legitimate amount of chaff, we put a stop to it, and bade them “fire away.” "The fact is,” said Graham, “Dag- more is in love; it’s Miss Dora Seaton.” “Very interesting,” I remarked, “but it hardly seemed to account for his stealing her dog.” “Oh!” said Graham, "I’m coming to that. Dora walks on Lyncaster pier daily after tea. So does the dog. So, for the fortnight we have been down here, have Dagmore and I. Dagmore was smitten with Dora at once, and we have tried every dodge we know to get an introduction. No go. Fair means failing, we tried foul.” I stared. "We are due at Oxbridge next week, you know. Dagmore is getting fran- tic. "At last he hit on a brilliant idea. Dora is devoted to the dog. It occurred to him how convenient It would be ft the little beaut would get Itself lost or stolen, and we could find and restore It to her. As this did not seem likely to happen, we decided, as you see, to steal It ourselves. Tomorrow there will be a hue and cry all over Lan¬ caster—posters up, rewards offered, Dora In despair, Dagmore scouring the country for the dog—restoration—In¬ troduction—gratitude—bliss! ” “But,” broke in Hargreaves, "how did you know where the dog was kept at night? And how dare you risk its barking and rousing the household?" “Dagmore’s landlady and the cook at Seaton hall exchange weekly tea and muffins. Which answers your first question.” “And the second?” Graham produced a small phial. "Chemistry,” he said pompously, “chemistry is a most useful study. A few drops of this liquid on a lump of sugar sends a small dog to sleep for six hours on end. The dose takes effect half an hour after administration. This afternoon Dora and the dog walked on the pier as usual. So did Dagmore and I. Dora engaged in ami¬ able converse with an old fisherman, while the little dog ate a lump of sugar lying temptingly under one of the seats. On the road home he probably day down and slumbered, and has slumbered ever since on the mat at his mistress’ door—in my arm3 on the landing—and awoke to find himself de¬ scending a ladder tied up in a blanket with a cloth stuffed into his mouth. There,” Graham finished, "That’s the whole show.” Hargreaes and I do not think much of this tale. Mrs. Dora Dagmore says it is the best she knows. STORIES O.F THE DIAMOND. Pleasant Place to Go Fishing: ancl H« Went. There was a pitcher who once prom- ised to be one of the best in the busi¬ ness who dropped out of fast company in a strange way, says the St. Louis Globe-Democrat. He was Darby, and when he disappeared he was pitching for Detroit. One morning the team was making a trip across Michigan, The day was hot and the cars dirty, and when, near midday, the train stop¬ ped at a pretty little town, Darby look¬ ed out at a cool creek flowing down into the woods and remarked: “That would be a great place to fish on a day line this.” One of the other players said: “Why don’t you get off and go fishing?” “Believe I will,” replied Darby, as he sauntered out on the platform of the car. No one thought any more of the matter until the train was miles down the country. Then some one remarked that Darby was missing. He never rejoined the club, but turned up at home in the fall and has never been back in fast company since. “The funniest decision I ever saw on a ball field,” said George Becker of the Louisvilles, “was given down in a lit¬ tle country town in Indiana while I was playing with the Chicago club. We had an off day, and Billy Moran and I went down as a battery to some town that had a grudge against a neighbor¬ ing village. I went in to pitch and we had the other club beaten to death. “Along in the seventh inning the bases were full with two out and the batter hit a little grounder down to me. I picked the ball up and tossed it underhand to first, twenty feet ahead of the runner, and started to the bench when the umpire called me back and said: ‘Not out.’ I demanded to know why the man was not out and he re¬ plied: “ ‘The rules say you must throw the ball to first and you pitched it under¬ hand.’ “I laughed so hard that I came near letting the other club beat us out. I never disputed that man’s decisions again.” James Ryan is an observing fellow. His latest discovery was made last fall. Jimmy was out walking in Washington and returned to the hotel out of breath and dragged half a dozen players down to the capitol lawn to see a game of ball, far over on the south side of the east esplanade is a statue of Chris¬ topher Columbus. The discoverer is represented standing on a pedestal with one foot advanced, his right arm swung high above his head and in his right hand a globe. Jimmy dragged the ball players over to the statue and then, pointing across the lawn, showed the statute of George Washington. The father of his country stands facing the discoverer with hands outstretch¬ ed. Ryan pointed out that Columbus is poising to pitch the ball and Wash¬ ington is in exact position to catch it. A Frank Surgeon. Dr. Colies, an eminent surgeon of Dublin, who died in 1843, was remark¬ able for his plain dealing with himself. In his fee book he had many such can¬ did entries as the following: “For giving ineffectual advice for deafness, one guinea. For attempting to draw out the stump of a tooth, one guinea. For telling him. that he was no more ill than I was, one guinea. For noth¬ ing that I know of except that he probably thought he did not pay me enough last time, one guinea. Example. “I wonder if It can be true that one can light a fire with ice?” said the maid with the spectacles. "If you hadn’t forbidden me to mention the subject I might recur to the love I have for you,” said the youth with the red owl tie and striped oollar.—Indianap¬ olis Journal. That is the best part of beauty which a picture cannot express.—Bacon. LOYES THE PRINCE. JULIA GRANT SEEKS NOT HOL¬ LOW TITLE. Her Frefcronco for tho Russian Frlnco Unlike Other fllatcbeB with Titled Europeans—The Wedding to llo a Grand Affair. Society at Newport, It. I., is fairly aglow with excitement over the nup¬ tials of Prince Cantacuzene and Miss Julia Dent Grant. Miss Grant appears bewitchingly beautiful In* the costly gowns which her aunt, Mrs. Potter Pal¬ mer, has selected for her, and shows plainly in many ways that her heart as well as her hand belongs to the happy young nobleman. Those who know Miss Grant say that she Is genuinely in love with her prospective husband and that she cares little for the foreign ti¬ tles which the marriage will confer upon her. This is In some measure re¬ assuring to those who have looked with opposition upon the match, feel¬ ing that the grand-daughter of Gen¬ eral Grant should have chosen to be¬ stow her affections upon some worthy American suitor in preference to any pampered scion of royalty who might come from beyond the seas. Of course, Cupid performs strange antics; and if Miss Grant loves Prince Cantacuzene well enough to smile with favor upon his suit, every American should heart- H u i, I m m m y. PRINCE CANTACUZENE. fly ratify her decision and wish her in¬ finite happiness, despite her elder sis¬ ter’s melancholy experience purchased under like circumstances. From all ac¬ counts Prince Cantacuzene is above the average young nobleman in good de¬ serts and bids fair to redeem the prom¬ ises of felicity which he holds out to his bride. He comes of one of the old¬ est families of Russia, possesses fine educational advantages as well as un¬ usual personal attractions; holds high rank in the military systems of the em¬ pire, and otherwise commands general respect. He is 25 years of age, which makes him one year the senior of Miss Grant. Last year he spent much of his time in this country, presumably en¬ gaged upon some military commission, but actually engaged in courting Miss Grant.' Rumor states that the affair was consummated in Paris several months ago. From present Indications the marriage will be one of the most brilliant international social events which this country has ever known. j HONOR CONFEDERATE DEAD, Nearly one-tenth of the entire num¬ ber of confederate soldiers who died in Northern prisons during the civil war lie buried at old Camp Chase, near Co¬ lumbus, Ohio, unmarked even by wood¬ en headstones; 2,260 graves there tell of the heroism with which confederate soldiers perished on Northern soil. Since the late war these graves have been neglected, but plans are now on foot for ejecting at Camp Chase an ap¬ propriate memorial to cost not less than $4,000. This v/ill be the gift of confederate veterans in Ohio and other states. Under the laws of Ohio the association in charge of the movement has been incorporated and several large subscriptions have been received. The monument will be of granite and will be modeled on the same lines as the “These Are My Jewels” monument. Ohio’s tribute to her famous sons, which, since the world’s fair, has been standing in the capitol grounds. Around the shaft will be grouped six figures—three general officers and three enlisted men—one of each repre¬ senting the three grand divisions of the Southern army—the Army of Vir¬ ginia, the Army of Tennessee and the Army of the Trans-Mississippi. South¬ ern camps of Confederate Veterans will he asked to aid the Columbus and Nashville camps by contributing funds X. ,1 a L" . pi sis (Handsome Monument to Be Erected at Columbus in Memory of Southern¬ ers Who Died in Northern Prisons and Who Now Lie in Unmarked Graves.) for the' completion of the monument, tjjje granite work for which has just been contracted for. The common run of literature is stenciled, not written. Christ changes the city by changing the citizen. LAUNCHING A SHIP, UNDERTAKING CALLS FO SKILL AND JUDGMENT. Here te a Man of Extended Expert en^ —Launched More Vessels TlmnjMH Other Mao in America—Modus OIit.r amll of a Successful Launch. According to Mr. M. V. D. Doughtj* of Newport News, Va., the feelings of a man who is charged with the respon¬ sibility of the launching of a great ship are by no means pleasant when the fateful moment arrives which 13 to decide whether the vessel will glide gracefully off the ways or stick. When it is said that Mr. Doughty has had charge of the arrangements of more launchings than any other man In the United States, and possibly the world, It must be admitted that he has a right to pass an opinion upon the subject. During his connection with the ship¬ building industry he has had charge of seventy-one successful launchings. ,\ l 3 , m 2 is M V. l* if! 7X W/ it) 1 m 7 ■ M. V. D. DOUGHTY. Among the vessels that have left the ways under his direction were the first-class battleships Kearsarge, Ken-.t tucky and Illinois, the gunboats Nash- 1 viile, Helena and Wilmington, the four I Morgan line steamers that were trans- I formed the Into with auxiliary Spain, and cruisers the Plant duringj line! war steamer La Grande Duchesse, which! was used as a transport. The Crom- i well liner Creole, the hospital ship ' now Solace, also received her baptism under shipj i his direction. In speaking of a at the present time, with such enorJ mous dimensions, is not only a matter ' of careful calculation, but one of great skill and labor. Should anything hap¬ pen to- the several things prepared, such as delays in clearing the ship of her shores and blocks, or by a passing vessel, then comes a moment of intense anxiety to the man having the launch¬ ing in charge. He knows just how long he can wait, and how long the limit of safety extends. Should the ship refuse to slide from the ways, or stick, as it is termed, not only is the safety of the vessel involved, but such a loss catastrophe means a great pecuniary to the builders. The cause for “sticking” is invariably blamed on the tallow with which the ways are greased, and while this may not always be responsible, I will not dispute its justice, for the launching master has trouble enough in other directions. He should have something to relieve his mind, for should the vessel “stick” he is forced to go all through the same process again, and the conditions in the second case are not always quite so favorable as in the first. Consequently his doubt and anxiety is doubled at the second attempt. Even after the ship has started down the ways to meet her watery bed, there is a severe mental strain upon the man having charge of the launching, for while the ship is in motion he is thinking about how she will be received by the water; for should he have been mistaken in his calculations and the ship fall after her stern had passed the outer end of the ground ways, instead of raising, as in¬ tended, the probability is that she would dislodge the cradle at the for¬ ward end and fall between the ways. Who could tell the amount of damage in such a case? On the other hand, should the stern or after end of the ship raise sooner than intended, thus throwing too much weight on the for¬ ward end of the packing upon which the ship is resting, the vessel would be subjected to an extraordinary strain, as she would then be borne for¬ ward by the timber as well as by the water at her stern. The damage she would sustain in this condition is also difficult to imagine. “There are also other damages caused by the ship lifting at the after end too soon, thus throwing too great a weight forward. Should the trap¬ ping, or lashings, which are placed to keep the packing and bilge ways, or slides, from spreading, break, the prob¬ ability Is that the'vessel would fall be¬ tween the ways, or, on the other hand, if the trapping should not part at the proper moment the danger is that the forward packing would be forced through the bottom of the ship, caus¬ ing her to fill and go down. The dan¬ ger of disaster in launching large ships should cause the man having charge of the launching to carefully calculate all conditions when he lays the keel for the ship. This, together with the care¬ ful laying of the lower ground ways, upon which the ship is to slide down. Insures a successful launch.” Why Women Fight Seasickness. "Are women more subject to seasick¬ ness than men?” A.n Atlantic captain replies: "Yes, but, on the other hand, they stand it better. A woman strug¬ gles up to the point of despair against the—what I might call the improprie¬ ty of the thing. She isn’t so much tortured by the pangs as she is wor¬ ried by the prospect of becoming dis¬ heveled, haggard and draggled. She fights against it to the last and keeps up appearances as long as she can | hold up her bead."