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The Morgan Monit s VOL. II. NO. 46. ) . ii immij gr P ¥ m yi A as T was growing dark when Miss M&rtie, with her basket on her arm, came into the coiner mar¬ ket to buy her V'i Thanksgiving dinner. The basket was ab¬ surdly small, but Miss Mattie was .■j little herself, Mi and when she ifcli high set and stood it on counter blink¬ the light,, ing in the bright the calf’s head at her elbow seemed to be grinning at them both. “Well, Miss Mattie,” called out the market man, in his hearty fashion, “I see your mind is not set on a tur¬ key this time, but just wait till I start this basket off for Cap’n Lawson’s and I’ll show you the right thing—a plump little duck I -clapped into the safe this morning, thinking to myself that’s the very moral of a treat for Miss Mattie.” Miss Mattie looked embarrassed and rubbed her forefinger uneasily over a small coin that lay in the palm of her hand under her glove. It a silver five-cent piece, and she had taken it with much hesitation from a little store of pieces, most of them given her when sho was a child. For herself sho could have got along very well with bread and tea, but somehow THE JOYS OK THANKSGIVING. iljjljf Wrmmm. mm ilj •£ XxxtoDli ^ra,— pass m. W f mm 11 4 f I "Wr ■ m m % }■ "'A %il wm Q- m ii s v \t y % is r f*- : iMm TPs* X ■!>. e * <* mm IfeMl ■ I ate = ( r;:}teovi . ,w.‘ *" •—*)£ . — ■■ 30 £ te o 4m.- it seemed a dishonor to all her happy past not to have something special on Thanksgiving; and so she had a feel¬ ing of real pity for it, lying there warm and snug in her palm, and so soon to go tumbling into the heap of clashing, jingling coins tossed about by the butcher’s greasy fingers, or perhaps into the pocket of that hor¬ rible apron with blood-stains on it. Miss Mattie shuddered, but quickly recovered herself to say, cheerfully: don’t “Oh, thank you., Mr. Simmons;*but you think ducks are a sight of trouble, what with the stuffing and the roasting and needing to be looked after and basted regular? I made up my mind to something simple, and I don’t know anything that’s easier got or more relishing than lamb chops. Two lamb chops is about what I thought of, Mr. Simmons. Yon know there’s only me.” Mr. Simmons had not seen the five- cent piece, but ho understood just as well as if he had, and he began to out the chops at once, talking all the time to relievo his own embarrassment and assuring Miss Mattie that “if folks only knew it, there was nothing like lamb chops to encourage your appe¬ tite and strengthen you up all over. ” “But you’ll have to take three chops,” looking curiously atthe money Miss Mattie laid in his big hand, “or I’ll have to make change, and change is scarcer than hen’s teeth to-night. You might have company unexpected, you know, and an extry chop would come in handy.” Miss Mattie laughed so genially that the market man ventured to slip a sweetbread and a bunch of yellow celery into the basket on the sly. He would have loved to put in the duck, but that would have looked as if he suspected her reason for not buying it, and, bless you, he knew better than that. Some people have feel¬ ings, though their faces are red and their hands coarse and greasy. Miss Mattie went very happily down the street. She had lighted her lamp before she went out, and a cheerful little ray smiled encouragingly at her as sho came to the gate. All the other windows in tho weather-beaten old house were black and empty and looked to the lonesome little woman as if all sorts of hobgoblins might be peeping ont at her from the gloom be¬ hind them, for Miss Mattie’s neigh¬ bors had gone away on a Thanksgiv- ing visit and taken the whole family. At least they said “the whole family,” but at the very moment Miss Mattie came to the gate a member of the fam¬ ily was huddled up in a corner of the doorway, cold, hungry and much per¬ plexed to understand what had becomo of all his friends and why, in spite of his pitiful plea, no one came to open the door for him. He heard Miss Mattie and ran hopefully to meet her, limping as he came, for Ije had a stiff leg. “Why, Tommy Barnes,” said Miss Mattie, stooping to pat his rough yel¬ low head, “you don’t mean to say your folks have gone off to Thanks¬ giving and left you beeind. Well, if I over! How dreadful—thoughtless— and you a cripple besides!” Tommy kept on crying, but ho had his eye on the door while Miss Mattie was fitting her key, and the minute it opened he darted in. “That’s right, Tommy,” said Miss Mattie; “just make yourself at home. You and I'll have our Thanksgiving together. That extra chop will bo wanted after all, and I’m going to makeriz biscuits.” She put away her bounet and shawl and hung the basket on a nail in the back-room without even looking at the contents, though Tommy Barnes watched her keenly with a shrewd sus¬ picion of something good, and a faint hope which nothing in his past expe¬ rience justified that he might come in for a share of it. Miss Mattie was ac¬ customed to being alone, and she searoely thought of Tommy, as sho trotted about, setting the snonge for her biscuits in a pint bowl, putting a little cup of broth on the stove to warm for her supper, making her tea, toasting her bread, and at last sitting down by tho table in the little green chair with a patchwork cushion. Up to this point Tommy had sat quietly by the fire, having learned by many severe lessons that little folks should be seen and not heard, but when Miss Mattie poured ont the savory broth the delicious odor was too much for his fortitude, and with one bound he sprung into her lap. “Bless me,” said Miss Mattie, “if I hadn’t clean forgot you, and you half- starved, I dare say. There, get down. I never could abide cats around my victuals.” She put Tommy gently on the floor, crumbled some bread into the bowl of broth, cooled it carefully and set it down for him to eat. “It’s pretty rich for me anyway,” she said, as she made out her supper with toast and tea. It was perhaps well for Tommy that he took an early promenade next morning around the back yards of the neighborhood, and secured several This Face ail So Glum. m mate WMM f m V .x. o 0 o * m & m 0 6 a 0 o • I . € m o mM O P o • c • ~ = xr\ wmm iteSElllaS , ■ II m Cut it and sanco it and give us all some, From lean skinny Joe to Tom Fat; For ’tis Thanksgiving Day and this face all Was so glum, nover out out for one lmt. —Thomas Bherwood. POPULATION ANTD DRAINAOE. Morgan, ga.. Friday, November sg, ism. valuable tid-bits, for Miss Mattie bad very little to offer him. Sbe baked her delightful little puffs of biscuits, and enjoyed them immensely* finding them lighter And iridre digestible with- out butter. She read a Thanksgiving psalm and went about trying to sing in basket 8paiTOWt a and *8re«8? flushed ™:s over the unexpect- ed treasuretrove, but took it kindly as a bit of neighborly goodwill. The sweetbread, white and pittm*) arid all ready for booking, reminded her of old Mrs. Morrison* just beginning to sit up and watch the people go by the window, What a toothsome dainty this would be for her, and what a de¬ light that she should be able to take it to her as she went to church, yes, and some of the celery, too, for a rel* ish. The chops were transferred to a plate on the shelf, the sweetbread wrapped in a fine old napkin and laid back in the basket with the best half of the celery, and the biscuits Miss Mattie had saved for dinner. “The cold bread will go just as well with chops,” she reflected, and pre¬ pared for dhurch With a glow of hap¬ piness such as she had not known in a long time. It helped to a real feeling of thank¬ fulness, especially when she thought of old Mrs. Morrison, and how pleased She had been with the unexpected gift. She laughed a little to herself as she returned to her own door after service, Morrison remembering how when Sally hod commiserated her oil be¬ ing alone Thanksgiving Day, she had assured her she had company invited —Tommy Barnes, from the nest door, who was spending a couple of days with her, the rest of the family being away, she “I said, hope smiling ’tjwa’n't a Tommy, sinful untruth, ” at who lay peacefully “but if old sleeping Miss on the braided rug, Mol'rison had set in to have me stay to dinner, I shouldn’t a* known how to get away, and slie is such a talker.” With a long, clean apron over her best frock, Miss Mattie began cheer¬ fully to make her small .preparations for meditated the Thanksgiving feast. Sho had leaving one chop for break¬ fast, but her walk and happiness had made her hungry and she decided to cook them all. But where did she put these chops —she was getting so forgetful—she could have sworn she put them on tho shelf—could she have left them in the basket after all? Her perplexed eyes fell from the shelf to the floor, and there, just peeping from the wood-box was the plate, and two small, very small, bitsof bone, gnawed quite clean and white. Ungrateful Tommy Barnes, lying there in peaceful slumber, with those preci,ous chops rounding out your yel¬ low sides, if justice had befallen you then and there you might not have lived to steal again, But into the midst of Miss Mattie righteous wrath came the reflection that Tommy must have been hungry, and the fault after all was partly her own for putting temptation in his way, “though how anything could have been further out of his way than that shelf, I don’t really see,” she added, dolefully. At that minute Tommy Barnes waked from his nap, transformed him¬ self into a camel, yawned in a fright¬ fully tigerish fashion, and proceeded to sharpen his claws on the rug, the sacred rug into which had been braided some precious old garments dear to Miss Mattie’s heart. It was a straw too much to have insult added to injury, and springing from her chair, sho cuffed Tommy in such vigorous fashion that three or four hearty blows found their mark before the astonished sinner could withdraw his claws and bound out at tho back door, left ajar in the search for the chops. At that instant a resounding knock on tho front door sent Miss Mattie’s heart to her throat with a sudden leap, as if justice were already coining to take her in hand for unrea¬ sonable cruelty. AVhen Miss Mattie was peacefully pattering about, unconscious of the cruel trick fate and Tommy Barnes had played her, Mrs. Deacon Giles turbed was surveying her husband with a dis¬ and tearful face. “You don’t mean to toll me,” slie repeated, “that the minister’s folks ain’t cornin’ at all, and you and me has got to eat this big dinner alone? Here, I stayed homo from church to tend to it. Oh, you needn’t to look as if you thought it was a judgment, . fosiah I wouldn’t bo such a hipper- crit as to pretend to be thinkin’ of .spiritooal things when I was wonder- id* if Srtrali Ellen would remember to baste tbe turkey; Seems to me they might let us know sooner.’* “Brit I told ye* mother* it was a teiegraM 6omd just before like church* You can’t regerlate telegrams the Weekly newspaper, or stop folks from ».« M and get somebody else? Mercy sakesl ’Twon’t seem like Thanksgiving at all-- “Didn't seom to be anybody to ash but old Mis* Morrison and Marthy Ellison, I drovo round by the Mom- sons, but the old lady was just having fMi m m m § ■ -'/( i ii) HI m i “silk WAS Sucked IN the yellow . SLEIGH.” something relishing Miss Mattie hat) fetched iil. They said they invited her to dinner, but she had comp'ny; one of them Barneses next door,” “Fiddlesticks l” said the deacon's wife, in a very disrespectful tone, “You just drive straight back and bring Marthy Ellison up here to dinner. Tell her I don’t take any excuse, and, if she can’t come other ways, she can bring her comp’ny along, though the Way them shif’less Harnesses impose on her is a mortal shame.” Good Deacon Giles had learned docility in many years of experience, and the double knock at Miss Mattie's door followed as quickly as could he reasonably expected. Miss Mattie at¬ tempted neither excuse nor hesitation, but accepted her good providence with radiant delight, fetch “Mother said to your eomp'ny along,” doubtfully said the deacon, glancing about the small room. “We heard you had one of the Barneses, I kinder hope ’tain't the cross-eyed one that “Oh,” stole my pears,” said MisS Mattie, laughing into the iittle mirror, as she tied her bonnet, “he's had his dinner and he’s gone out.” She didn’t say that ho had eaten hers also, but at Mrs. Giles’s hos¬ pitable of table, under the genial influ¬ old-time ence generous reminiscences, fare and pleasailt she told the story of Tommy Barnes and the lamb chops in a way that made tho deacon lose his breath with laughter. And when she was tucked into the yellow sleigh for the ride homo, Mrs, Giles stopped at the door to say; “I put some bits of bones and things in a basket under the seat for Tommy, Takes a sight of stuff to reely fill up a cat fur ’nottgh to give his moral princi¬ ples a fair showin’. ” welcome Tommy was on the step waiting to Miss Mattie, which shows his forgiving disposition, and, though he got as much as was good for him out of the basket Under the seat, Mias Mattie very wisely concluded that the mince pie, roast chicken and cran- berry sauce could delight, hardly have been meant for his so she locked them in the cupboard, saying de¬ cidedly: “This time, Tommy Barnes, I’ll give your moral principles a fair show¬ ing. ” Emily Huntington Miller. 0 HEART, GIVE THANKS. 0 heart, glvo thanks for strength, to-day, To walk, to run, to work, to play) For feasts of eye; melodious sound; Thy Ton pulses’ easy, rhythmic bound; servants that thy will obey; A mlml clear as the sun’s own ray; A life which has not passed its May; That all thy being thus is crowned, 0 heart, give thanks! Feet helpless lio that onco wore gay; Eyes know but night’s eternal sway; Souls dwell in silence, dread, profound; Minds In faeo live of thoso, with clouds thy blessings encircling round; 0 heart, give thanks! weigh! —Emma C. Dowd. On Degert Air. Wintlirop—“If Freddie is going to spend Thanksgiving with his grand¬ mother, perhaps you’d better buy him that tin horn.” Mrs. Wintlirop—“I spoko to him about it, my dear, but ho said it would do no good to him', as grandmother is deaf.” Tho Kid’s Harvest, Now he is as pleased ns pleased can ho, And 1ms no cause to sigh. With all his heart he says: “To mo Thanksgiving time is pie.” Tlio Turkey on the W r all. PIE opening ol the chest¬ nut burs, Vi The leaves, yellow and Told sere, vftnture beyond a perad- That Thanksgiving Day was near. Mi But, fancy, to my childish WV The surest sign of all, Of the nearness of r- 1 Was Thanksgiving, tho turkoy v on t tho wall. m It plainly told tho story That wo had not long to wait, For tho path from wall to table Was very short and straight. It hung all plump and golden In the pantry near tho door For a day or two before the fonst, And then was seen ne more. ,1 i PHILOSOPHER Oft A LECTURING j twr a sm «**•“«• l LIVELY RIDE ON ft CIRCUS TRAIN. | 1 After Many Hardship* i Undergoing tt« Ii Landed Among fils Friends and Is Royally Welcomed. • “Hard, hard, indeed, is the contest for ’freedom and the strngglo for lib¬ erty.” “There is no rest for the wicked.” This World is all a fleeting show and Jordan is a hard road to travel, I believe! There are other ejaculations I might utter, for of late tliero has been trouble ou the old ; man’s mind. You see, I was invited over here to talk to t1" eSb people in a humorous and philor ’’hit- way, and my wife said as the 1. getting , ! low and the girls niL.ed some more winter clothes, andt the tax man was bobbing would around and The grandchildren be expecting something for Christmas, she thought I had better go. So she packed my valise with my best clothes, and Tortified me with a little drug store of camphorated oil and flannel and liver medicine and paregoric and cough drops and quinine and headache powders, and so forth and so on. We kissed goodby all round and I departed feeling like I was being driven off from home by sad necessity. I took the Seaboard Air Line at At¬ lanta bound for Charlotte, via Monroe, out our engine broke down at Greens¬ boro about dark and this delayed us three long, dreary hours, and when we reached Monroe it was way after mid¬ night and the Charlotte train had gone, Thcl'e were three nice ladies aboard and several gentlemen, who were greatly disappointed, but the conductor was kind and sympathetic and said there was a circus train near by that was going to Charlotte right away and if wo didn’t mind riding thirty miles in a cab he would get US the privilege. The ladies, said yes, ami we did, too, and climed in. It w as as dark as Erebus. Wo felt our way to find seats, but there was noth¬ ing but some long tool boxes whose lids were hard and cold. There was no fire and tile wind blew through a broken glars on the back of my head, Tho ladies chatted away merrily, for they were going home, but I wasn't and I couldn’t chat to save my life, for I was very tired and thought of that good soft bed at home. By find by the conductor came in with a lantern and took up our tickets and left us in the dark again. About that time the ani¬ mals got restless and the lion gave an unearthly howl. You see this was a menagerie train. “The animals Went In two by two, The elephant ami the kangaroo,’’ and every time the cars careened about or swung round a curve we could hear some devilish noise ahead of us. “Oh, mercy,” said the youngest girl, “sup¬ pose they break outl” “They will eat the tenderest and sweetest first,” said i. “Lions always do.” I pulled my clonk up over the back of my head and ruminated. For two long hours we jogged along, for the train was running slow to suit the wild beasts and we were of no consequence. It was near 3 o’clock when We got to the suburbs of Charlotte and stopped. nobody rushed Nobody forward was looking for us— to meet us, no porter nor linekman—no omnibus or street cars, not even a wagon or an ox cart or a darky. Tile moon had hid herself to keep from seeing oltr mis¬ ery, blit we seized our grips and wraps and satchels and made a march for the electric lights. My companions soon separated from me and I marched in single file with my big valiso full of clothes and the drug store, and strug¬ gled for three quarters of a milo up tho long and hard sidewalk. I am not used to arc lights, and the flickering shadow of every tree and telegraph pole looked like a man In ambush who was fixing to hold me up. I had for¬ gotten where the hotels were, and un¬ consciously passed them, for the doors were all shut, and there was no sign. By and by I met a policeman and he conducted me back to the hotel, and I was as thankful as I was tired and humble. My pitiful tone of voice se¬ cured me kind attention and a bed. When a man is far away from home, his warmest welcome is an inn. But I did not rest well. A 10 o’clock supper, on fried sausage and scrambled eggs and stale oysters, disturbed my corporosity and I dream¬ ed that the tiger got loose and came prowling and howling around the car and somehow I got a hatchet out of the tool box and lifted the young lady through the port hole upon the roof, and volunteered to defend her with my life and my sacred honor. The tiger made desperate leaps to get up there, but every time lie got a paw on the eave, I cut it off and let him fall back again. I don’t know what became of the other ladies, but think that other wild beasts got in and eat them up. The men had all fled prematurely, but I saved the pretty girl, tho sweetest and tenderest, before I woke up. Who wouldn’t, in a dream? What curious things are dreams, anyhow 1 next trouble on the old man’s mind came over him at Salisbury, where I was billed to lecture that night. On my arrival I found that august body, the Presbyterian synod in ses¬ sion. Preachers and elders innumer¬ able were scattered among the good people all over town. They were holding night sessions, and wouldn’t have adjourned for Mc¬ Kinley or Grover Cleveland or the yellow fever or a fire. But this to lecture ou the Holy Land, I where he had been recently, and knew that I would fall between and get smothered. Mr. Marsh seemed to feel very bad, and apologized by saying that when he liookvd me he did not know of those meeting's. “Well,” said I, “the saints will all go to these meetings, but you have sinners in this town.” He admitted that there were some. And so I went ahead and lectured, and was surprised to see before me a se- lect and cultured audience, select, and I hope elect according to Presby- terian theology. So all is well that ends well. The next evening found me at the nice lit¬ tle town of Marion, in western North Carolina, away up in the land of the sky. They are good people there, I know, for they filled the court house that, night and gave me an ovation, I he old soldiers are thick in that region, and they came out to hear me, and some Of U8 got together and talked of old Bob Lee and Joe Johnston and Gen erals Early and Bonder and Whiting and Hoke and Hansom and Pettigrew and Clingman and others. Their eyes watered and their hearts burned within them, and they got closer and closer together. What a people these tar-heels are—these descendants of the Scotch! About every other name is Scotch, a McLflro or McFalL or McLaurin or McArthur or McSome- thingelse, and then there are Aloxan- ders everywhere and Caldwells and Carlyles. After the lecture we had a musieale at the hotel by tbe gifted Gruber family, who keep the hotel, .Mr. Gruber and Mrs. Gruber and their seven children. I have heard much music during my long life, but I never heard any better anywhere. How the old man’s fingers did dance upon the strings; how sweetly did tho still handsome matron sing the ‘ 'Last Rose of Summer” and other old time songs of Scotland! What delightful chords came from the piano under the touoh of the young ladies and the sweet little black-eyed girl of only ten summers! And when they played “Home, Sweet Home,” with variations, I could hard¬ ly restrain my teal's. I felt like we all ought to hold a seance if we could with John Howard Payne and tell him how the world loved him for his song. I had sweet dreams that night. I am still on the grand rounds talking to the unpretending people of this grand old state. It seems to have got out, however, that I had joined John Rob¬ inson’s circus and gone off with it. Some of those mischievous drummers told that. Tours on the wing.— Bill Arp in Atlanta Constitution. ROAI) IN GOOD SHAPE. The Northeast,era Hail way Company Re- Fleeted Board of Directors*. The annual meeting of the stock¬ holders of the Northeastern Railway Company was hold at, Charleston, H. C., Friday. The board of directors, consisting of B. F. Newcomer, H. B. Plant, IT. Walters, C. O. Witte, Michael Jenkins and W. G. Elliott, was re-elected. C. 8. Gadsden was again chosen president and all minor officials were retained in their respective offices. Tho annual report was most satisfac¬ tory. The gross receipts of the year were $532,528.39, and the operating expenses $ 343,765.08. PARK COMMISSIONER REPORTS, Chairman Boynton Shows That Satlsfao- tory l’rogre** Huh Boon Made. General Horn y V. Boynton, as chair¬ man of tho Chicnmauga and Chatta¬ nooga National park commission, has submitted to the secretary of war tho annual report of the commission, showing that satisfactory progress has been made in the establishment of the park in accordance with existing laws and tho plan heretofore adopted by the war department. No change seems to the park com¬ mission to he required or to bo advis¬ able. No new legislation is suggested and no increase of the appropriation of that made for tho current fiscal year is needed. BOYCOTT IS ILLEGAL /Wccorilinij; to n Becluion In a Mittftouri Court of Appeal*. An opinion handed down in ’tho United States circuit court of appeals at St. Louis holds that the boycott is not a legal weapon. The decision is of interest to labor organizations all over tho country, inasmuch as it up¬ holds the rights of corporations to in¬ troduce their saving devices. The case in question was that of tho Oxley Stave Company of Kansas City vs. H. C. Hoskins and twelve others. The defendants, who are all members of Coopers’ Union No. 1 of Kansas City, objected to use of machinery in the establishment named and institu¬ ted a boycott. MONUMENT TO VANCE. Grand Lodge of Masons of North Carolina Will Lay the Corner Stone. A special from Asheville, N. C., saps that Grand Master Moore, at the request of Masons of North Carolina, will call a special communication ol the grand lodge to assist in laying the corner stone of tho monument to the late United States Senator Vance at Asheville. Tho ceremonies will occur early in December. MACHINERY FOR COAL MINING Will Probably Cause a Strike Amonfc Tennessee Digger*. A dispatch from Chattanooga says: The operators at the Cross Mountain coal mines in the Jellico region are preparing to put in electrical apparatus for mining coal, and have notified the men that they will then only be paid one-half the present price for loading. A general strike, tho men say, will follow immediately after the introduc¬ tion of the $1 PER YEAR. QUEEN REGENT OF SPAIN PARDONS TIIE FOUR UNFORTUNATES. | ftflg ONCE CONDEMNED TO DIE. I DeLome Has a Conference With Assistant Secretary Day In Regard to Weyler’s Tobacco Decree. Minister Woodford at Madrid has telegraphed the state department that the Spanish eabiuot has notified him that the queen has pardoned the Corn- petitor prisoners. j The state department now announces that the Competitor prisoners were turned over to General Leo last Mon- day and will be sent by him direct to New York. It is not doubted in Washington that the prisoners are liberated on some such conditions as were imposed in the case of former prisoners, that , is that they will not return to Cuba, | Cuban After jails, their bitter experience in the | it is not believed the men will be disposed to violate any understanding of this kind to which they may he parties. It is singular that the men should have been for four 'lays in the custody of Consul General Lee without the fact having become generally known, but it is supposed that secrecy was observed j in order without to secure exciting departure trouble from Ha- vana from the extreme conservative Spanish fac- tion. There were four prisoners, namely, Alfred O. Laborde, the captain of tho Competitor, a native of New Orleans; William Gildea, the mate, a natural¬ ized citizen; Onu Melton, who claims Kansas as liis native state, and who went on tho Competitor in the capacity of a newspaper correspondent; Charles Barnett, of British birth, but who claimed the protection of the United Htatos by virtue of his sailing on an American vessel. The conditions under which the Competitor was captured April 25, 1896, off the Cuban coast while en¬ gaged in landing arms for tho insur¬ gents have been often described. The defense of the men was that they were forced into the exposition against their will by the insurgent party aboard the boat. They were tried by a naval courtmartial before which they could make only a poor showing, prin¬ cipally because of their ignorance of the Spanish lunguage in which the proceedings were conducted, so that their conviction and the imposition of the death sentence was not a matter of surprise. At that point, however, the case as¬ sumed diplomatic importance. May Revoke Weyler’s Decree. Honor Dupny do Lome, the Spanish minister, had a long conference with Assistant Secretary Day Thursday morning and it is believed that tho Spanish government is voluntarily about to remove another troublesome factor from tho field of negotiations in revoking the decree made by Weyler prohibiting the exportation of tobacco from Cuba. The reason set up by General Wey¬ ler for tho order was the necessity of keeping in Havana the supply of to¬ bacco necessary to run tho domestic cigor factories and thus,by giving em¬ ployment to workmen,keep them from drifting into the insurgent ranks. It was a matter of common report, how¬ ever, that another potout reason was u desire to cripple the Cuban cigar mak¬ ers in the United States, from whom the iusnrgents drew funds. SUICIDE’S CONFESSION READ. pensation Sprung at Trial of Arroyo’s Lynchers In City of Mexico. A profound p°«»ation was made in the course of the trial of tho police officials of the City of Mexico, who are chargod with tho murder of Ar¬ royo, sion of by the production- of the confes¬ tho late inspector general of police, Velasquez, who suicided. It is a most remarkable attempt at self- justification, and falsely states that a mob of tho common people lynched Arroyo. The prosecuting attorney in a strong argument pleaded for the execution of a death sentence on all the prisoners except ex-Assistant Chief of Detectives Cabrera and one other minor prisoner. THE WILL NOT SIGNED. Bores ford’s Wife Was Not Disinherited After All. An interesting piece of news has come to light on information furnish¬ ed by Dr. Miller, a member of the city council of Fitzgerald, Ga. Dr. Miller says that the father-in- law of Lord Beresford alias Sydney Lascelles, did not disinherit his daugh¬ ter as has been reported. The will was drawn up and the lawyer who had been employed for the purpose was called away and during his absence tho much-abused father suddenly died, Consequently the document was never signed and is harmless. EMPLOYEES MUST “COME ACROSS.” Secretary of the Treasurer, Gage, I**ue* a Circular to Clerk*. A Washington dispatch says: The secretary of the treasury has issued a circular to employees to the effect that clerks receiving a stated salary who neglect to pay their debts contracted for tha necessary support of them- eelves and their families without pre¬ senting satisfactory reasons therefor, will not be retained in office.