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Brooklyn, and a young lady of sterling worth. Having a quiet,
sweet and lovable disposition, her advice is sought by those
who are many years her senior. When Miss A. Louise Barrett
suggested to Miss Davis the idea of forming the Fleur-de-lis
Club, one of the first thoughts advanced by that young lady
was the raising of the standard of moral and social ethics among
the young people of the community, and especially those who
might become members of the club. She is a recognized social
leader, and contributes her pro rata to the social and literary
status of the club.

WE take great pleasure in the mention of Mr. Herman P.
Hurlong, now traveling with the Jenkins Orphanage Band of
Charleston, S. C. Though young in years, he displays much
talent in his renditions of selections for the piano and pipe
organ, as well as in his general knowledge of music. Mr.
Hurlong is also a fair writer, and has a few compositions of his
own construction which are pleasing to hear; not least notable
among these is his latest, a popular march, "The Charleston
Messenger." It is well constructed, and is the reflection of
much ability in its young composer.

THE magazine received the hearty approval of the members
of the National Negro Business League, which met in Boston
Aug. 23 and 24.

MISS RUTH DORSEY, Miss Stella Hudson and the Misses McInnes, Jacksonville's quartette, are representatives from the musical and literary circles of that city.

THE Misses McInnes are carrying on a lucrative tailoring
business, the only one of color in Jacksonville.

MISS DORSEY is now in Boston attending a special course at
the New England Conservatory in vocal music and the pipe
organ. She has been organist for Bethel Church for some time,
to her credit.

MISS STELLA HUDSON comes to the New England Conservatory this fall.

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THE COLORED AMERICAN MAGAZINE.

EDITORIAL AND PUBLISHER'S ANNOUNCEMENTS,

OUR announcement on the first two pages of this issue, of
the forthcoming book, "Contending Forces," should receive the
careful attention of every reader. The book will certainly cre-
ate a sensation among a certain class of "whites" at the South,
as well as awaken a general interest among our race, not only
in this country, but throughout the world.

The book will be ready for sale in October, and we want an
active agent in every town and city to represent us. Write at
once for full particulars.

THE NEGRO AN EXPERIMENT.

THE Negro's advent into America was an experiment of the
Dutch traders, which has cost the American people dearly.
His freedom and enfranchisement was an experiment. His
education is an experiment. This latter phase has been so
closely watched by the people, that they have partly neglected
their own. Who is to blame but the American people? The
Negro was taken in all his crudity and simplicity, and his devel-
opment matured under the hand of the artificer; any enhance-
ment of nature or degradationary acquirements was the favor or
fault of the artificer.

The purest gem can be effectually ruined by the hand of an
inexperienced lapidary.

The blind following of party in politics was an experiment;
the wholesale promises of office, never kept, was an experi-
ment—an experiment to rob him to the end of his endurance.

Faithful, patient and long-suffering, he forgave, and plodded
onward with his eyes toward heaven.

What has science done for religion? D. Holbach said:
"Theological notions appear to have been invented only to put
man's reason to flight, to confound his judgment, to deceive his
mind and overturn his cleverest ideas."

Well, the Negro's idea of religion has changed with the
advent of education, and he no longer blindly marches onward
asking for nothing more than religion; and as he looks towards

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heaven with one eye, he is watching who is going through his pockets with the other.

We recognize that it is manly to cast your vote for your own convictions; but when the ballot-box has a hole in the bottom, and it slips on through, convictions and all,— what then?

We have followed one party and some have followed both; what do we receive? A toothpick and a match from one and a match and a toothpick from the other.

Not voting you may claim is a sacrifice of manhood; granted: but we have tried the other experiments and gained nought. Why not this? We cannot gain less; and if in the meanwhile we are consummating and getting the molecules and atoms more closely connected by business meetings and racial contact, in years to come we will present such a stalwart phalanx of concentrated vim and manhood that it will take the combined efforts of all parties to keep us as a body from asserting ourselves manfully as citizens, and we will be heard.

## THE "POOR WHITES."

REV. W. R. WEBSTER, vice-president of the Mallalieu Semi-
nary of Kinsey, Ala., and a representative of Grant University
of Chattanooga, Tenn., is in the city seeking aid for, as he
terms, "the poor whites." He claims that these people were
firm believers in the Union during the Civil War, and strongly
opposed to slavery. "In many cases," he says, "they are more
degraded than the Negroes, and hold a lower social standing."

This is quite an acknowledgment; yet they are allowed to
cast a vote, whether they can read the ballot or no.

We believe that they should be helped educationally, for
higher civilization will effectually banish barbarism; yet why
seek succor under false pretenses? If they were not in favor
of slavery, and owned no slaves, it was purely because they
were too poor. We as a race fear no restriction, whether as
to land-owner or from an educational basis, if the same rule
shall apply to all. Why bar us from the instrument of man-
hood—the ballot—for the reason of so-called illiteracy; then
come asking for succor, claiming to be worse off than the very
race from which the ballot has been denied? Is this justice?

Jerome B. Peterson.

A FEW OF THE GOOD THINGS
TO BE FOUND IN THE
Colored American Magazine

DURING THE YEAR 1901.

(New Volume begins with November issue.)

WE take pleasure in presenting to our readers and the public the following prospectus of a few of the principal features that will appear in THE COLORED AMERICAN MAGAZINE during the coming year.

While our magazine has been before the public but a short time, the widespread interest it has aroused and the hearty reception it has received from the race throughout this country, as well as other parts of the world, have encouraged us as publishers to make such plans for the future as will assure an illustrated monthly magazine of the highest character, devoted exclusively to the interests of the Colored Race.

The following Serials, Short Stories, Series and Short and Timely Articles will appear during the new year, beginning with the November number:

Famous Men of the Negro Race.

By Pauline E. Hopkins, author of "Contending Forces."

HON. BLANCHE K. BRUCE.

The object of this Series is to place before the public the wonderful deeds and brilliant achievements which have been accomplished by men of color throughout the world.

To the Negro is denied the stimulus of referring to the deeds of distinguished ancestors, to their valor and patriotism. He is distinguished only as the former slave of the country. Truth gives him the history of a patriot, a brave soldier, the defender of the country from foreign invaders, a "God-fearing producer of the nation's wealth." As such we propose to show him in a series of twelve sketches taken from the lives of eminent self-made Negroes.

We intend to make this Series interesting studies of the Negro as a soldier, citizen and statesman. They will be given

in the form of biographical character sketches, fully illustrated, and will preserve the fascinating individual personality of each man.

**TOUSSAINT L'OVERTURE.** An article treating of the life, times, and character of the slave who proved himself so fully the man of the hour.

**Hon. FREDERICK DOUGLASS.** So many biographies have been written of Frederick Douglass that it would seem impossible to find anything new to say, but we shall endeavor to give an unique chapter in the life of this famous man.

**Hon. BLANCHE K. BRUCE.** A brilliant politician who honored his race by filling his place as U. S. Senator, and as Register of the U. S. Treasury, so admirably.

# HAGAR'S DAUGHTER.

By SARAH A. ALLEN.

A powerful narrative story of love and intrigue, founded on events which happened in the exciting times which immediately followed the assassination of President Lincoln. A story of the Republic in the power of Southern caste prejudice toward the Negro.

Southern caste prejudice has grown stronger year by year for thirty-five years, and the determination of the South to dominate or annihilate the Negro, has grown world-famous, and to all human seeming is but in its inception. Read the fate of Hagar's daughter, an outcast in the wilderness like Ishmael of old. This popular serial will begin during the year, and will be complete in twelve installments. Illustrated by original drawings.

## WITH THE KNIGHTS OF THE SAWDUST RING.

By MAITLAND LEROY OSBORNE,

Author of "Recollections of P. T. Barnum."

An intensely interesting narrative of life under the great canvas of the traveling show. The daily routine of a mammoth circus; training the animals; rehearsals of the performers; the show in winter quarters; "billing" the route; accidents and amusements of the circus folk; the "wagon" show of other days; the stupendous magnitude of the "railroad" show of the present. Compiled from long personal association with the owners, managers, performers and advance agents of America's greatest circuses. Will appear in two installments.

## INTERESTING HISTORY AND BIOGRAPHY.

By S. E. F. C. C. HAMEDOE, a Professor F. G. S. I.

We shall publish a series of articles by this famous traveler, treating in a most fascinating manner the lives of certain of the Colored Race who are but little known in America. Professor Hamedoe is already the master of eight different languages, and is at present learning Chinese. Among the first to be published will be:

General Antonio Maceo.

Emperor Menelik of Abyssinia. A direct descendant of Solomon the Great and the Queen of Sheba.

Simon Sam, President of Hayti.

Osceola, the Great Seminole Chief.

Lobengula, the Great Savage Chief.

Khama, the Christian Chief of the Matabele.

Cetawajo and the King of Ashanti and his 3,333 wives.

Others will be announced later.

## Helpful Thoughts for Young Men.

Suggested by those who have made large successes in their several callings.

This series of articles, each by a successful Colored Business Man, will give to our youth and young men that inspiration and guidance which we trust will enable many thousands to take their places among the business men of the country during the next decade. The authors of these articles have been chosen from all sections of this country, and their experience and suggestions will therefore appeal to all our readers.

It is by integrity and persistency on your part, young men, that the vexed "Color" question will be settled, and settled permanently. Young men of the race, the destinies of many thousands are in your hands to make or mar. Think *deeply, act nobly, go forward manfully*, and as sure as there is an unseen power guiding this universe, so surely shall you win the respect of all mankind.

We are able at the present time to announce two of the authors in this series: viz.: Alexander D. Robinson of Boston, Mass., and Preston Taylor of Nashville, Tenn. Others will be announced from time to time. The author's portrait will appear with each article.

ALEXANDER D. ROBINSON,
BOSTON, MASS.

## Helps and Suggestions for Young Women.

MRS. ANNIE G. BROWN.

The future of a race lies in the physical and moral development of its youth, their powers of endurance, and the ease with which they adapt themselves to their surroundings.

Desiring to help in this work we have adopted the valuable method of object-lesson teaching, and a number of prominent women who have been successful in life will tell "how they did it," in a series of entertaining articles. Among the authors in this series we have already secured Mrs. Hannah Smith and Mrs. Alice A. Casneau of Boston, together with Mrs. Annie G. Brown, widow of Dr. Wm. W. Brown, who is well known for her great work in the cause of temperance.

## Bishops of the African M. E. Church.

There will appear in this magazine from time to time sketches of the lives and works of many of the Bishops of the African M. E. Church. These will be written by intimate personal friends of the several Bishops, and will treat not only of the Bishops during their ministry, but will give a condensed life history of the men. The series will be fully illustrated by portraits, etc.

## SHORT STORIES OF SPECIAL WORTH.

It is in this department that the authors of lesser note will receive their recognition. We urgently request all who may have a story or an idea that can be adapted, to write us at once. We give most careful attention to all MSS. received, and will report on same as promptly as possible. We want a magazine *Of the Race, By the Race, For the Race*.

## TIMELY ARTICLES AND POEMS.

Our Race is fast approaching a crisis in its history in this country. What will be the final outcome? Let us have your ideas as they come to you. We shall be glad to publish them. We shall also give you from time to time the best thought of many of the brightest minds of the "Race" on this important question. White friends of the Race who are making a study of this same question will also contribute their ideas as to its proper solution.

## HERE AND THERE.

This department, which has proved so very popular during the volume just closed, will be continued throughout next year. Let our subscribers and friends see to it that all matters of social and general interest are reported to us for its pages. Let us hear from every part of this country, and in fact the world. We desire this department to carry to the race throughout the land the feeling of brotherly interest in one another that will effectually bind us into one solid whole, and thus enable us to work more successfully for the rights of the Race. *In Union is Strength.*

## EDITORIAL DEPARTMENT.

We shall endeavor in the future as in the past to make this department the one feature of our magazine that shall voice the best and highest thoughts for the good of the race, on all important questions of the hour.

On all phases of our life at home and abroad, including the best solution of the vexed "Color" question here in America, we shall devote our best thoughts and highest endeavors. Should there be any question in regard to which any reader wishes to make special inquiry, we will do our best to answer them.

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“Contending Forces.”

WE beg to announce to the friends of Miss PAULINE E. HOPKINS of Cambridge, Mass., and the public, a romance written by Miss Hopkins, entitled “CONTENDING FORCES.” This is pre-eminently a race-work dedicated to the best interest of the Negro everywhere.

THE STORY.—The incidents portrayed in this important and valuable romance of Negro life, North and South, have actually occurred, ample proof of which may be found in the archives of the Court House at Newbern, N. C., and at the seat of government at Washington, D. C.

The author has endeavored to tell an impartial story, leaving it to the reader to draw conclusions; but she has presented both sides of the dark picture—lynching and concubinage—truthfully and without vituperation, introducing enough of the exquisitely droll humor peculiar to the Negro to give a bright touch to an otherwise gruesome subject.

OF WHAT USE IS FICTION TO THE COLORED RACE AT THE PRESENT CRISIS IN ITS HISTORY?—They have historians, lecturers, ministers, judges, and lawyers of signal brilliancy and renown; but, after all, it is the simple, homely tale told in an unassuming manner which cements the bond of brotherhood among all classes and all complexions. If the writer is true to life, he will give us pictures of manners and customs, present the religious, political, and social condition of a people, preserving in this way a valuable record of the growth and development of a people from generation to generation. No one will do this for the race. They must themselves develop the men and women who can and will do this work faithfully.

**TIME OF PUBLICATION.**—We desire to announce that the book will be ready for distribution early in October. Those who have already subscribed will find when the work appears, that they have lost nothing by waiting, and that their interests have been duly considered; while those who favor us with their orders from now on will find us willing to make **special arrangements** in order to place a copy of this work in every household in the United States. Miss Hopkins presented this work before the Woman's Era Club of Boston on November 15, 1899, with instant success. She will be glad to give readings before women's clubs in any section of the country. **Terms on application.**

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We therefore appeal to you separately and collectively to lend your assistance toward the perpetuation of a history of the Negro race.

We have Theologians, Artists, Scientists, but for a lack of natural outlet their best efforts in art and literature have to a certain degree grown dormant.

## PURPOSE.

Is the introduction of a monthly magazine of merit into every Negro family, which shall be a credit to the present and future generations.

This magazine shall be devoted to the higher culture of Religion, Literature, Science, Music and Art of the Negro, universally. Acting as a stimulus to old and young, the old to higher achievements, the young to emulate their example.

## CONTRIBUTIONS,

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VOL. I.

OCTOBER, 1900.

No. 5.

TALMA GORDON,

PAULINE E. HOPKINS.

THE Canterbury Club of Boston was holding its regular monthly meeting at the palatial Beacon-street residence of Dr. William Thornton, expert medical practitioner and specialist. All the members were present, because some rare opinions were to be aired by men of profound thought on a question of vital importance to the life of the Republic, and because the club celebrated its anniversary in a home usually closed to society. The Doctor's winters, since his marriage, were passed at his summer home near his celebrated sanatorium. This winter found him in town with his wife and two boys. We had heard much of the beauty of the former, who was entirely unknown to social life, and about whose life and marriage we felt sure a romantic interest attached. The Doctor himself was too bright a luminary of the professional world to remain long hidden without creating comment. We had accepted the invitation to dine with alacrity, knowing that we should be welcomed to a banquet that would feast both eye and palate; but we had not been favored by even a glimpse of the hostess. The subject for discussion was: "Expansion; Its Effect upon the Future Development of the Anglo-Saxon throughout the World."

Dinner was over, but we still sat about the social board discussing the question of the hour. The Hon. Herbert Clapp, eminent jurist and politician, had painted in glowing colors the advantages to be gained by the increase of wealth and the exalted position which expansion would give the United States

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in the councils of the great governments of the world. In
smoothly flowing sentences marshalled in rhetorical order, with
compact ideas, and incisive argument, he drew an effective
picture with all the persuasive eloquence of the trained orator.

Joseph Whitman, the theologian of world-wide fame, accepted
the arguments of Mr. Clapp, but subordinated all to the great
opportunity which expansion would give to the religious
enthusiast. None could doubt the sincerity of this man, who
looked once into the idealized face on which heaven had set the
seal of consecration.

Various opinions were advanced by the twenty-five men
present, but the host said nothing; he glanced from one to
another with a look of amusement in his shrewd gray-blue eyes.
"Wonderful eyes," said his patients who came under their magic
spell. "A wonderful man and a wonderful mind," agreed his
contemporaries, as they heard in amazement of some great cure
of chronic or malignant disease which approached the super-
natural.

"What do you think of this question, Doctor?" finally asked
the president, turning to the silent host.

"Your arguments are good; they would convince almost
anyone."

"But not Doctor Thornton," laughed the theologian.

"I acquiesce which ever way the result turns. Still, I like to
view both sides of a question. We have considered but one
tonight. Did you ever think that in spite of our prejudices
against amalgamation, some of our descendants, indeed many
of them, will inevitably intermarry among those far-off tribes of
dark-skinned peoples, if they become a part of this great
Union?"

"Among the lower classes that may occur, but not to any
great extent," remarked a college president.

"My experience teaches me that it will occur among all
classes, and to an appalling extent," replied the Doctor.

"You don't believe in intermarriage with other races?"

"Yes, most emphatically, when they possess decent moral
development and physical perfection, for then we develop a

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superior being in the progeny born of the intermarriage. But if we are not ready to receive and assimilate the new material which will be brought to mingle with our pure Anglo-Saxon stream, we should call a halt in our expansion policy."

"I must confess, Doctor, that in the idea of amalgamation you present a new thought to my mind. Will you not favor us with a few of your main points?" asked the president of the club, breaking the silence which followed the Doctor's remarks.

"Yes, Doctor, give us your theories on the subject. We may not agree with you, but we are all open to conviction."

The Doctor removed the half-consumed cigar from his lips, drank what remained in his glass of the choice Burgundy, and leaning back in his chair contemplated the earnest faces before him.

We may make laws, but laws are but straws in the hands of Omnipotence.

"There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will."

And no man may combat fate. Given a man, propinquity, opportunity fascinating femininity, and there you are. Black, white, green, yellow—nothing will prevent intermarriage. Position, wealth, family, friends—all sink into insignificance before the God-implanted instinct that made Adam, awakening from a deep sleep and finding the woman beside him, accept Eve as bone of his bone; he cared not nor questioned whence she came. So it is with the sons of Adam ever since, through the law of heredity which makes us all one common family. And so it will be with us in our re-formation of this old Republic. Perhaps I can make my meaning clearer by illustration, and with your permission I will tell you a story which came under my observation as a practitioner.

Doubtless all of you heard of the terrible tragedy which occurred at Gordonville, Mass., some years ago, when Capt. Jonathan Gordon, his wife and little son were murdered. I suppose that I am the only man on this side the Atlantic, outside of the police, who can tell you the true story of that crime.

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I knew Captain Gordon well; it was through his persuasions that I bought a place in Gordonville and settled down to spending my summers in that charming rural neighborhood. I had rendered the Captain what he was pleased to call valuable medical help, and I became his family physician. Captain Gordon was a retired sea captain, formerly engaged in the East India trade. All his ancestors had been such; but when the bottom fell out of that business he established the Gordonville Mills with his first wife's money, and settled down as a money-making manufacturer of cotton cloth. The Gordons were old New England Puritans who had come over in the "Mayflower"; they had owned Gordon Hall for more than a hundred years. It was a baronial-like pile of granite with towers, standing on a hill which commanded a superb view of Massachusetts Bay and the surrounding country. I imagine the Gordon star was under a cloud about the time Captain Jonathan married his first wife, Miss Isabel Franklin of Boston, who brought to him the money which mended the broken fortunes of the Gordon house, and restored this old Puritan stock to its rightful position. In the person of Captain Gordon the austerity of manner and indomitable will-power that he had inherited were combined with a temper that brooked no contradiction.

The first wife died at the birth of her third child, leaving him two daughters, Jeannette and Talma. Very soon after her death the Captain married again. I have heard it rumored that the Gordon girls did not get on very well with their step-mother. She was a woman with no fortune of her own, and envied the large portion left by the first Mrs. Gordon to her daughters.

Jeannette was tall, dark, and stern like her father; Talma was like her dead mother, and possessed of great talent, so great that her father sent her to the American Academy at Rome, to develop the gift. It was the hottest of July days when her friends were bidden to an afternoon party on the lawn and a dance in the evening, to welcome Talma Gordon among them again. I watched her as she moved about among her guests, a fairylike blonde in floating white draperies, her

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face a study in delicate changing tints, like the heart of a flower,
sparkling in smiles about the mouth to end in merry laughter
in the clear blue eyes. There were all the subtle allurements
of birth, wealth and culture about the exquisite creature:

> "Smiling, frowning evermore,
> Thou art perfect in love-lore,
> Ever varying Madeline,"

quoted a celebrated writer as he stood apart with me, gazing
upon the scene before us. He sighed as he looked at the girl.

"Doctor, there is genius and passion in her face. Sometime
our little friend will do wonderful things. But is it desirable
to be singled out for special blessings by the gods? Genius
always carries with it intense capacity for suffering: 'Whom
the gods love die young.'"

"Ah," I replied, "do not name death and Talma Gordon
together. Cease your dismal croakings; such talk is rank
heresy."

The dazzling daylight dropped slowly into summer twilight.
The merriment continued; more guests arrived; the great danc-
ing pagoda built for the occasion was lighted by myriads
of Japanese lanterns. The strains from the band grew sweeter
and sweeter, and "all went merry as a marriage bell." It was
a rare treat to have this party at Gordon Hall, for Captain
Jonathan was not given to hospitality. We broke up shortly
before midnight, with expressions of delight from all the guests.

I was a bachelor then, without ties. Captain Gordon insisted
upon my having a bed at the Hall. I did not fall asleep readily;
there seemed to be something in the air that forbade it. I was
still awake when a distant clock struck the second hour of the
morning. Suddenly the heavens were lighted by a sheet of
ghastly light; a terrific midsummer thunderstorm was breaking
over the sleeping town. A lurid flash lit up all the landscape,
painting the trees in grotesque shapes against the murky sky,
and defining clearly the sullen blackness of the waters of the
bay breaking in grandeur against the rocky coast. I had
arisen and put back the draperies from the windows, to have an
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ing nearer and nearer, a terrific roar, and then a tremendous downpour. The storm had burst.

Now the uncanny howling of a dog mingled with the rattling volleys of thunder. I heard the opening and closing of doors; the servants were about looking after things. It was impossible to sleep. The lightning was more vivid. There was a blinding flash of a greenish-white tinge mingled with the crash of falling timbers. Then before my startled gaze arose columns of red flames reflected against the sky. "Heaven help us!" I cried; "it is the left tower; it has been struck and is on fire!"

I hurried on my clothes and stepped into the corridor; the girls were there before me. Jeannette came up to me instantly with anxious face. "Oh, Doctor Thornton, what shall we do? papa and mamma and little Johnny are in the old left tower. It is on fire. I have knocked and knocked, but get no answer."

"Don't be alarmed," said I soothingly. "Jenkins, ring the alarm bell," I continued, turning to the butler who was standing near; "the rest follow me. We will force the entrance to the Captain's room."

Instantly, it seemed to me, the bell boomed out upon the now silent air, for the storm had died down as quickly as it arose; and as our little procession paused before the entrance to the old left tower, we could distinguish the sound of the fire engines already on their way from the village.

The door resisted all our efforts; there seemed to be a barrier against it which nothing could move. The flames were gaining headway. Still the same deathly silence within the rooms.

"Oh, will they never get here?" cried Talma, ringing her hands in terror. Jeannette said nothing, but her face was ashen. The servants were huddled together in a panic-stricken group. I can never tell you what a relief it was when we heard the first sound of the firemen's voices, saw their quick movements, and heard the ringing of the axes with which they cut away every obstacle to our entrance to the rooms. The neighbors who had just enjoyed the hospitality of the house were now gathered around offering all the assistance in their power. In less than

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fifteen minutes the fire was out, and the men began to bear the unconscious inmates from the ruins. They carried them to the pagoda so lately the scene of mirth and pleasure, and I took up my station there, ready to assume my professional duties. The Captain was nearest me; and as I stooped to make the necessary examination I reeled away from the ghastly sight which confronted me — *gentlemen, across the Captain's throat was a deep gash that severed the jugular vein!*

The Doctor paused, and the hand with which he refilled his glass trembled violently.

"What is it, Doctor?" cried the men, gathering about me.

"Take the women away; this is murder!"

"Murder!" cried Jeannette, as she fell against the side of the pagoda.

"Murder!" screamed Talma, staring at me as if unable to grasp my meaning.

I continued my examination of the bodies, and found that the same thing had happened to Mrs. Gordon and to little Johnny.

The police were notified; and when the sun rose over the dripping town he found them in charge of Gordon Hall, the servants standing in excited knots talking over the crime, the friends of the family confounded, and the two girls trying to comfort each other and realize the terrible misfortune that had overtaken them.

Nothing in the rooms of the left tower seemed to have been disturbed. The door of communication between the rooms of the husband and wife was open, as they had arranged it for the night. Little Johnny's crib was placed beside his mother's bed. In it he was found as though never awakened by the storm. It was quite evident that the assassin was no common ruffian. The chief gave strict orders for a watch to be kept on all strangers or suspicious characters who were seen in the neighborhood. He made inquiries among the servants, seeing each one separately, but there was nothing gained from them. No one had heard anything suspicious; all had been awakened by the storm. The chief was puzzled. Here was a triple crime for which no motive could be assigned.

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"What do you think of it?" I asked him, as we stood together on the lawn.

"It is my opinion that the deed was committed by one of the higher classes, which makes the mystery more difficult to solve. I tell you, Doctor, there are mysteries that never come to light, and this, I think, is one of them."

While we were talking Jenkins, the butler, an old and trusted servant, came up to the chief and saluted respectfully. "Want to speak with me, Jenkins?" he asked. The man nodded, and they walked away together.

The story of the inquest was short, but appalling. It was shown that Talma had been allowed to go abroad to study because she and Mrs. Gordon did not get on well together. From the testimony of Jenkins it seemed that Talma and her father had quarrelled bitterly about her lover, a young artist whom she had met at Rome, who was unknown to fame, and very poor. There had been terrible things said by each, and threats even had passed, all of which now rose up in judgment against the unhappy girl. The examination of the family solicitor revealed the fact that Captain Gordon intended to leave his daughters only a small annuity, the bulk of the fortune going to his son Jonathan, junior. This was a monstrous injustice, as everyone felt. In vain Talma protested her innocence. Someone must have done it. No one would be benefited so much by these deaths as she and her sister. Moreover, the will, together with other papers, was nowhere to be found. Not the slightest clue bearing upon the disturbing elements in this family, if any there were, was to be found. As the only surviving relatives, Jeannette and Talma became joint heirs to an immense fortune, which only for the bloody tragedy just enacted would, in all probability, have passed them by. Here was the motive. The case was very black against Talma. The foreman stood up. The silence was intense: We "find that Capt. Jonathan Gordon, Mary E. Gordon and Jonathan Gordon, junior, all deceased, came to their deaths by means of a knife or other sharp instrument in the hands of Talma Gordon." The girl was like one stricken with death. The

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flower-like mouth was drawn and pinched; the great sapphire-
blue eyes were black with passionate anguish, terror and despair.
She was placed in jail to await her trial at the fall session of the
criminal court. The excitement in the hitherto quiet town rose
to fever heat. Many points in the evidence seemed incom-
plete to thinking men. The weapon could not be found, nor
could it be divined what had become of it. No reason could
be given for the murder except the quarrel between Talma and
her father and the ill will which existed between the girl and her
stepmother.

When the trial was called Jeannette sat beside Talma in the
prisoner's dock; both were arrayed in deepest mourning.
Talma was pale and careworn, but seemed uplifted, spiritual-
ized, as it were. Upon Jeannette the full realization of her sis-
ter's peril seemed to weigh heavily. She had changed much
too: hollow cheeks, tottering steps, eyes blazing with fever,
all suggestive of rapid and premature decay. From far-off
Italy Edward Turner, growing famous in the art world, came to
stand beside his girl-love in this hour of anguish.

The trial was a memorable one. No additional evidence
had been collected to strengthen the prosecution; when the
attorney-general rose to open the case against Talma he knew,
as everyone else did, that he could not convict solely on the
evidence adduced. What was given did not always bear upon
the case, and brought out strange stories of Captain Jonathan's
methods. Tales were told of sailors who had sworn to take his
life, in revenge for injuries inflicted upon them by his hand.
One or two clues were followed, but without avail. The judge
summed up the evidence impartially, giving the prisoner the
benefit of the doubt. The points in hand furnished valuable
collateral evidence, but were not direct proof. Although the
moral presumption was against the prisoner, legal evidence was
lacking to actually convict. The jury found the prisoner "Not
Guilty," owing to the fact that the evidence was entirely cir-
cumstantial. The verdict was received in painful silence; then
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"She must have done it," said one; "who else has been benefited by the horrible deed?"

"A poor woman would not have fared so well at the hands of the jury, nor a homely one either, for that matter," said another.

The great Gordon trial was ended; innocent or guilty, Talma Gordon could not be tried again. She was free; but her liberty, with blasted prospects and fair fame gone forever, was valueless to her. She seemed to have but one object in her mind: to find the murderer or murderers of her parents and half-brother. By her direction the shrewdest of detectives were employed and money flowed like water, but to no purpose; the Gordon tragedy remained a mystery. I had consented to act as one of the trustees of the immense Gordon estates and business interests, and by my advice the Misses Gordon went abroad. A year later I received a letter from Edward Turner, saying that Jeannette Gordon had died suddenly at Rome, and that Talma, after refusing all his entreaties for an early marriage, had disappeared, leaving no clue as to her whereabouts. I could give the poor fellow no comfort, although I had been duly notified of the death of Jeannette by Talma, in a letter telling me where to forward her remittances, and at the same time requesting me to keep her present residence secret, especially from Edward.

I had established a sanitarium for the cure of chronic diseases at Gordonville, and absorbed in the cares of my profession I gave little thought to the Gordons. I seemed fated to be involved in mysteries.

A man claiming to be an Englishman, and fresh from the California gold fields, engaged board and professional service at my retreat. I found him suffering in the grasp of the tuberclefiend — the last stages. He called himself Simon Cameron. Seldom have I seen so fascinating and wicked a face. The lines of the mouth were cruel, the eyes cold and sharp, the smile mocking and evil. He had money in plenty but seemed to have no friends, for he had received no letters and had had no visitors in the time he had been with us. He was an enigma to me; and his nationality puzzled me, for of course I did not

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believe his story of being English. The peaceful influence of
the house seemed to sooth him in a measure, and make his
last steps to the mysterious valley as easy as possible. For a
time he improved, and would sit or walk about the grounds and
sing sweet songs for the pleasure of the other inmates. Strange
to say, his malady only affected his voice at times. He sang
quaint songs in a silvery tenor of great purity and sweetness
that was delicious to the listening ear:

"A wet sheet and a flowing sea,
A wind that follows fast,
And fills the white and rustling sail
And bends the gallant mast;
And bends the gallant mast, my boys;
While like the eagle free,
Away the good ship flies, and leaves
Old England on the lea."

There are few singers on the lyric stage who could surpass
Simon Cameron.

One night, a few weeks after Cameron's arrival, I sat in my
office making up my accounts when the door opened and
closed; I glanced up, expecting to see a servant. A lady
advanced toward me. She threw back her veil, and then I saw
that Talma Gordon, or her ghost, stood before me. After the
first excitement of our meeting was over, she told me she had
come direct from Paris, to place herself in my care. I had
studied her attentively during the first moments of our meeting,
and I felt that she was right; unless something unforeseen hap-
pened to arouse her from the stupor into which she seemed
to have fallen, the last Gordon was doomed to an early death.
The next day I told her I had cabled Edward Turner to come
to her.

"It will do no good; I cannot marry him," was her only
comment.

"Have you no feeling of pity for that faithful fellow?"
I asked her sternly, provoked by her seeming indifference. I
shall never forget the varied emotions depicted on her speaking
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soul tortured beyond the point of endurance; suffering all
things, enduring all things, in the silent agony of despair.

In a few days Edward arrived, and Talma consented to see
him and explain her refusal to keep her promise to him. You
must be present, Doctor; it is due your long, tried friendship
to know that I have not been fickle, but have acted from the
best and strongest motives.

I shall never forget that day. It was directly after lunch that we met in the library. I was greatly excited, expecting I knew not what. Edward was agitated, too. Talma was the only calm one. She handed me what seemed to be a letter, with the request that I would read it. Even now I think I can repeat every word of the document, so indelibly are the words engraved upon my mind:

MY DARLING SISTER TALMA: When you read these lines I shall be no more, for I shall not live to see your life blasted by the same knowledge that has blighted mine.

One evening, about a year before your expected return from
Rome, I climbed into a hammock in one corner of the veranda
outside the breakfast-room windows, intending to spend the
twilight hours in lazy comfort, for it was very hot, enervating
August weather. I fell asleep. I was awakened by voices.
Because of the heat the rooms had been left in semi-darkness.
As I lay there, lazily enjoying the beauty of the perfect sum-
mer night, my wandering thoughts were arrested by words
spoken by our father to Mrs. Gordon, for they were the occu-
pants of the breakfast-room.

"Never fear, Mary; Johnny shall have it all — money, houses, land and business."

"But if you do go first, Jonathan, what will happen if the girls contest the will? People will think that they ought to have the money as it appears to be theirs by law. I never could survive the terrible disgrace of the story."

"Don't borrow trouble; all you would need to do would be to show them papers I have drawn up, and they would be glad to take their annuity and say nothing. After all, I do not

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think it is so bad. Jeannette can teach; Talma can paint; six hundred dollars a year is quite enough for them."

I had been somewhat mystified by the conversation until now. This last remark solved the riddle. What could he mean? teach, paint, six hundred a year! With my usual impetuosity I sprang from my resting-place, and in a moment stood in the room confronting my father, and asking what he meant. I could see plainly that both were disconcerted by my unexpected appearance.

"Ah, wretched girl! you have been listening. But what could I expect of your mother's daughter?"

At these words I felt the indignant blood rush to my head in a torrent. So it had been all my life. Before you could remember, Talma, I had felt my little heart swell with anger at the disparaging hints and slurs concerning our mother. Now was my time. I determined that tonight I would know why she was looked upon as an outcast, and her children subjected to every humiliation. So I replied to my father in bitter anger:

"I was not listening; I fell asleep in the hammock. What do you mean by a paltry six hundred a year each to Talma and to me? 'My mother's daughter' demands an explanation from you, sir, of the meaning of the monstrous injustice that you have always practised toward my sister and me."

"Speak more respectfully to your father, Jeannette," broke in Mrs. Gordon.

"How is it, madam, that you look for respect from one whom you have delighted to torment ever since you came into this most unhappy family?"

"Hush, both of you," said Captain Gordon, who seemed to have recovered from the dismay into which my sudden appearance and passionate words had plunged him. "I think I may as well tell you as to wait. Since you know so much, you may as well know the whole miserable story." He motioned me to a seat. I could see that he was deeply agitated. I seated myself in a chair he pointed out, in wonder and expectation,— expectation of I knew not what. I trembled. This was a supreme moment in my life; I felt it. The air was

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heavy with the intense stillness that had settled over us as the common sounds of day gave place to the early quiet of the rural evening. I could see Mrs. Gordon's face as she sat within the radius of the lighted hallway. There was a smile of triumph upon it. I clinched my hands and bit my lips until the blood came, in the effort to keep from screaming. What was I about to hear? At last he spoke:

"I was disappointed at your birth, and also at the birth of Talma. I wanted a male heir. When I knew that I should again be a father I was torn by hope and fear, but I comforted myself with the thought that luck would be with me in the birth of the third child. When the doctor brought me word that a son was born to the house of Gordon, I was wild with delight, and did not notice his disturbed countenance. In the midst of my joy he said to me:

"Captain Gordon, there is something strange about this birth. I want you to see this child."

Quelling my exultation I followed him to the nursery, and there, lying in the cradle, I saw a child dark as a mulatto, with the characteristic features of the Negro! I was stunned. Gradually it dawned upon me that there was something radi-cally wrong. I turned to the doctor for an explanation.

"There is but one explanation, Captain Gordon; there is Negro blood in this child."

"There is no Negro blood in my veins," I said proudly. Then I paused—the mother!—I glanced at the doctor. He was watching me intently. The same thought was in his mind. I must have lived a thousand years in that cursed five seconds that I stood there confronting the physician and trying to think. "Come," said I to him, "let us end this suspense." Without thinking of consequences, I hurried away to your mother and accused her of infidelity to her marriage vows. I raved like a madman. Your mother fell into convulsions; her life was despaired of. I sent for Mr. and Mrs. Franklin, and then I learned the truth. They were childless. One year while on a Southern tour, they befriended an octoroon girl who had been abandoned by her white lover. Her child was a

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beautiful girl baby. They, being Northern born, thought little
of caste distinction because the child showed no trace of Negro
blood. They determined to adopt it. They went abroad,
secretly sending back word to their friends at a proper time, of
the birth of a little daughter. No one doubted the truth of the
statement. They made Isabel their heiress, and all went well
until the birth of your brother. Your mother and the unfortu-
nate babe died. This is the story which, if known, would bring
dire disgrace upon the Gordon family.

To appease my righteous wrath, Mr. Franklin left a codicil
to his will by which all the property is left at my disposal save
a small annuity to you and your sister.

I sat there after he had finished his story, stunned by what I
had heard. I understood, now, Mrs. Gordon's half contemptu-
ous toleration and lack of consideration for us both. As I rose
from my seat to leave the room I said to Captain Gordon:

"Still, in spite of all, sir, I am a Gordon, legally born. I
will not tamely give up my birthright."

I left that room a broken-hearted girl, filled with a desire for
revenge upon this man, my father, who by his manner dis-
owned us without a regret. Not once in that remarkable inter-
view did he speak of our mother as his wife; he quietly
repudiated her and us with all the cold cruelty of relentless
caste prejudice. I heard the treatment of your lover's pro-
posal; I knew why Captain Gordon's consent to your marriage
was withheld.

The night of the reception and dance was the chance for
which I had waited, planned and watched. I crept from my
window into the ivy-vines, and so down, down, until I stood
upon the window-sill of Captain Gordon's room in the old left
tower. How did I do it, you ask? I do not know. The house
was silent after the revel; the darkness of the gathering storm
favored me, too. The lawyer was there that day. The will
was signed and put safely away among my father's papers. I
was determined to have the will and the other documents
bearing upon the case, and I would have revenge, too, for the
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firmly grasped I entered the room and found — that my
revenge had been forestalled! The horror of the discovery I
made that night restored me to reason and a realization of the
crime I meditated. Scarce knowing what I did, I sought and
found the papers, and crept back to my room as I had come.
Do you wonder that my disease is past medical aid?

I looked at Edward as I finished. He sat, his face covered
with his hands. Finally he looked up with a glance of hag-
gard despair: “God! Doctor, but this is too much. I could
stand the stigma of murder, but add to that the pollution of
Negro blood! No man is brave enough to face such a situa-
tion.”

“It is as I thought it would be,” said Talma sadly, while the
tears poured over her white face. “I do not blame you,
Edward.”

He rose from his chair, rung my hand in a convulsive clasp,
turned to Talma and bowed profoundly, with his eyes fixed upon
the floor, hesitated, turned, paused, bowed again and abruptly
left the room. So those two who had been lovers, parted. I
turned to Talma, expecting her to give way. She smiled a
pitiful smile, and said: “You see, Doctor, I knew best.”

From that on she failed rapidly. I was restless. If only I
could rouse her to an interest in life, she might live to old age.
So rich, so young, so beautiful, so talented, so pure; I grew
savage thinking of the injustice of the world. I had not
reckoned on the power that never sleeps. Something was
about to happen.

On visiting Cameron next morning I found him approaching
the end. He had been sinking for a week very rapidly. As I
sat by the bedside holding his emaciated hand, he fixed his
bright, wicked eyes on me, and asked: "How long have I got
to live?"

"Candidly, but a few hours."

"Thank you; well, I want death; I am not afraid to die.
Doctor, Cameron is not my name."

"I never supposed it was."

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"No? You are sharper than I thought. I heard all your talk yesterday with Talma Gordon. Curse the whole race!"

He clasped his bony fingers around my arm and gasped: "I murdered the Gordons!"

Had I the pen of a Dumas I could not paint Cameron as he told his story. It is a question with me whether this wheeling planet, home of the suffering, doubting, dying, may not hold worse agonies on its smiling surface than those of the conventional hell. I sent for Talma and a lawyer. We gave him stimulants, and then with broken intervals of coughing and prostration we got the story of the Gordon murder. I give it to you in a few words:¹

"I am an East Indian, but my name does not matter, Cameron is as good as any. There is many a soul crying in heaven and hell for vengeance on Jonathan Gordon. Gold was his idol; and many a good man walked the plank, and many a gallant ship was stripped of her treasure, to satisfy his lust for gold. His blackest crime was the murder of my father, who was his friend, and had sailed with him for many a year as mate. One night these two went ashore together to bury their treasure. My father never returned from that expedition. His body was afterward found with a bullet through the heart on the shore where the vessel stopped that night. It was the custom then among pirates for the captain to kill the men who helped bury their treasure. Captain Gordon was no better than a pirate. An East Indian never forgets, and I swore by my mother's deathbed to hunt Captain Gordon down until I had avenged my father's murder. I had the plans of the Gordon estate, and fixed on the night of the reception in honor of Talma as the time for my vengeance. There is a secret entrance from the shore to the chambers where Captain Gordon slept; no one knew of it save the Captain and trusted members of his crew. My mother gave me the plans, and entrance and escape were easy."

"So the great mystery was solved. In a few hours Cameron was no more. We placed the confession in the hands of the police, and there the matter ended."

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"But what became of Talma Gordon?" questioned the president. "Did she die?"

"Gentlemen," said the Doctor, rising to his feet and sweeping the faces of the company with his eagle gaze, "gentlemen, if you will follow me to the drawing-room, I shall have much pleasure in introducing you to my wife — *née* Talma Gordon."

## NEW WARS,

### BENJAMIN GRIFFITH BRAWLEY.

HURL on the lance! Break up the ancient peace!
Now let the arrow hiss in air and sing;
Now let the spear-point on the armor ring;
Sound forth the call to wars that never cease!

Ye hoot the yellow Mongol from your land;
But forth to regions all his own ye go
To reap the riches of his overflow,
And just ye call the working of your hand!

Now see the scramble of the Christian host —
Them all press forward for the spoil that's won;
New wars! new wars! ris'n on the olden one —
And this, *this* the enlightened freeman's boast!

But greater is the strife than here would seem,
And wider realms embracing than the East,
For that is but the remnant of the feast.
I had a vision. (Was it all a dream?)

The weary Titan groaned beneath the weight
Of nations growing weaker day by day,
Whose men he deemed but men of minor clay,
And destinies he wrought for them their fate.

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And why, methought, does not the giant's creed
Cast off the weaklings that would warp his might,
And leave alone the wretches in their plight?
No answer save "I would not" from his greed.

So freedom hails th' advance of king and queen;
The march of mind goes on o'er field and flood;
Republics curb the weak with shows of blood;
And lordly priests profess the Nazarene!

Yet hear the trumpet and the cannon's roar,
The orphan's crying and the widow's wail;
But what of them? Unfurl the sail! flay! flail!
On! on! on to the mighty breach once more!

MORRIS LEWIS, PARIS, FRANCE.

(Attaché to the U. S. Commission to the Paris Exposition.)

THE Paris Exposition of 1900 is now nearing the end. As the closing days appear in the distance, and before the work of dismantling is begun, it is well in a brief way to review the work and achievement of the nations of the earth since the World's Fair of 1893.

The main part of this Exposition is the Champ de Mars section, the court of which is surrounded by the grand palaces of Mining, Metallurgy, Textiles, Machinery, Electricity, Agriculture, Chemical Industries, Transportation, Education, Liberal Arts, etc. The area from the great Chateau d'Eau in the center of the Champ de Mars, past the Tour Eiffel, across the Seine river to the Trocadero, with the colony buildings on the right and left of the Trocadero, forms one grand panorama, viewed from any point. The grounds between the fountain and the tower

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are artistically laid off in grass-plots and flower-beds, gravel
walks with chairs and settees for all. Artistic lamp-posts are
placed all through this park, and at night, in conjunction with
the electric fountain, make this almost a fairyland.

Along the right bank of the Seine are the buildings of the
Army and Navy; Merchant Marine; Schneider's building of
heavy forging and armor plate; Hygiene and Sanitation;
pavilions of Mexico, Siberia, Sweden, Spain, Austria, Great
Britain, Germany, Hungary, United States, Turkey and Italy.
On the left bank we find cafes: Vieux Paris, Social Economy,
Horticulture and Ville de Paris. This brings us to the Alex-
ander III. Bridge, which was dedicated by the Czar of Russia
in 1894.

To the right from the Alexander Bridge is the Invalides Sec-
tion of Varied Industries, both French and foreign. The broad
avenue running between these two sections looks directly upon
the Hotel des Invalides, and the gilt dome of the tomb of
Napoleon rises in the background. To the left of the Alex-
ander Bridge we find on one side of the avenue the Beaux Arts
Palace, and on the other the Petit Palace. This avenue leads
to the Champs Elysees entrance to the Exposition.

On one side of the river included in the Exposition is the
Rue de Nations for national buildings, and on the other the Rue
de Paris, similar to the Chicago Midway Plaisance. Here are
found many cafes, theatres and small shows, the principal ones
being the Palais de la Dance and the Loie Fuller Theatre.

Returning to the buildings on the Champ de Mars we find
exhibited in the first section mining machinery, steel forgings,
minerals, tins, hardware, etc. In the United States section we
find the finest collection of minerals: gold, crystal, etc. We
here also find wonderful specimens of petrified wood. Next we
view the Textile section, with a retrospective exhibit of apparel
from 1700. This section presents to visitors the French fash-
ions in all their gorgeousness, consisting of handsome gowns from
Worth and others of the Avenue de la Paix. In the United
States section of Textiles there is a fine collection of furs, silks,
cotton goods, woolens, etc. Here, too, is installed a typical

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American shoe factory, where American-made shoes are turned out before the eyes of the many visitors. From this point an escalator is in operation, running to the second floor, which is quite different in design from the French endless belt, being a veritable moving stairway. This American invention is a marvel of construction not only to Europeans but to Americans as well. Next we find the gas motors, steam engines, electric motors, etc. In the next section the Tripler Liquid Air exhibit draws the largest crowd, while tools operated by compressed air secure the attention of those interested in small hand articles of machinery. In the Electrical section there are of course many things to interest one, wireless telegraphy being the latest invention. The exhibit in education is quite complete, and gives at once the true idea of the excellence of our institutions, and their great number. Photographs are shown of all the principal schools and colleges throughout the United States.

Just outside of the main building on the Avenue Suffren side of the Champ de Mars is the Agricultural Annex. In this building are the principal exhibits of harvesting machinery and tools. On the top floor is installed the Corn Kitchen, which is destined to be the entering wedge for the use of corn as a food by the Europeans. Two colored women from the United States lend greatly to the kitchen, and "Aunt Jemima's" corn-cakes are noted all over the Exposition.

The guard force for the United States sections is composed of some of our best young men, most of whom are college students. Among them are two colored guards, whose pictures are presented herewith: Mr. C. B. Smith from Chicago and Lieut. H. O. Franklin of New Orleans.

Mr. Charles Byron Smith was born in Washington, D. C., and received his principal schooling at Howard University. After leaving Howard, by his own efforts he succeeded in adding to his store of knowledge, and in 1889 went to Chicago, where after a short period he took the governmental post-office examination for a clerical position in the Chicago post-office. In the examination in which Mr. Smith took part, out of 1,092

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only 146 were successful in passing the required examination. A few of these were soon appointed, Mr. Smith being one of this number. During Mr. Smith's term in the post-office his examination averages have been very high, in one instance reaching 99.2 per cent as letter distributor. Mr. Smith held this position until appointed an American Guard to the Paris Exposition of 1900, in February, 1900, when he left for Paris. He has been stationed at the Publishers' Building, and has credably performed his duties.

H. O. Franklin was born March 24, 1874, in Thibodaux, Parish of Lafourche, Louisiana, finished his schooling at Straight University, New Orleans, La., and was a banking-house employee for six years previous to being commissioned Second Lieutenant, May, 1898, in the 9th U. S. Vol. Infantry, which regiment he assisted in organizing and served with throughout the province of Santiago, Cuba, during the Spanish-American War. After being discharged from the service by reason of the muster-out of his regiment, May 25, 1899, at Camp Meade, Pa., he went back to New Orleans and successfully engaged in mercantile business, disposing of his place December last for the purpose of establishing himself in Cuba; but finding the island very unsettled he left Havana and came to Paris, where he was appointed one of the United States Guards.

The Chateau d'Eau is built so as to form a connecting link between the grand palaces on either side of the Champ de Mars, and is really the front of the Electrical Palace. The chateau is a series of waterfalls, under and at the edge of each fall there being many electric lights, the water falling from one to the other a distance of about one hundred feet. At the very top of the chateau and above the illumination lights is a many-pointed star centered with a woman's figure, which is the key to the entire effect which spreads out far below. The electric fountains in front of the chateau and forming a part thereof in the pond, are twelve in number, six on either side. At night when the fountain is in full operation, and amid the changing colored lights upon the water, this presents a grand spectacle to the hundreds who are always present.

Back from the Chateau d'Eau, rising giant-like, is the Tour Eiffel, 333 meters high, or 999 feet. At night this tower is brilliantly illuminated with rows of incandescent lights, which outline its graceful frame.

The Negro Exhibit in the Palace of Social Economy on the banks of the Seine is one of particular interest, in that it shows to the world the progress made by a race of but thirty years' freedom. This exhibit is successfully installed in a corner of the United States section, and among other objects consists chiefly of photographs of the Negro educational institutions of the United States. Booker T. Washington's school at Tuskegee, Ala., has on exhibition a very fine collection of work turned out at the school, consisting of wood-turning, joining, painting, graining, forging, harness-making, etc. A large portrait of Booker T. Washington hangs above the exhibit. Large pictures of the late Hon. B. K. Bruce, and Hon. Judson W. Lyons, the present Register of the Treasury, are here exhibited, together with two five-thousand-dollar government bonds, bearing the respective signatures of these distinguished colored gentlemen. Many books are here by colored authors. A series of charts giving statistics with reference to the status of the Negro in the United States, and especially in the state of Georgia, are neatly arranged in wing frames. These were prepared at Atlanta University, Atlanta, Ga., under the direction of Prof. W. E. B. DuBois. A bronze statuette of the Hon. Frederick Douglass is on exhibition, this being a facsimile of the statue to Douglass in Rochester, N. Y. This collective exhibit has received a "grand prize."

In the Palace of Beaux Arts is to be found H. O. Tanner's painting, "Daniel in the Lion's Den," while in the United States National Pavilion Mr. Tanner has two pictures, "The Lion Hunt" and "Hills near Jerusalem." Mr. Tanner receives a silver medal as an award from the Exposition.

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THE STRESS OF IMPULSE,

MAITLAND LEROY OSBORNE.

SYNOPSIS OF CHAPTERS I. TO VIII.

ROGER DOLLOFF, a detective, while journeying to San Francisco to investigate the robbery of the Third National Bank, meets with serious injury in the wreck of the Overland Limited, and is nursed back to health by Marie Chartier, a passenger on the same train. He falls in love with, and marries her, and they resume the interrupted journey. The cashier, who has robbed the bank, fears betrayal by his accomplice and secretly and in disguise embarks on a sailing vessel bound for Panama. While Dolloff is conferring with the president of the bank, Marie is confronted by a man at their hotel, and faints from the shock of recognition. It is James Fairfax, her husband, whom she had believed dead when she married Dolloff. He is a gambler and worse, and importunes her to cast in her lot with him again, a proposition which she scorns. Dolloff, entering the hotel as Fairfax leaves it, recognizes the latter, and having his suspicions aroused by this chance meeting with one whom he knows to be a rogue, soon establishes the fact that he had a hand in the bank robbery. Dolloff goes to South America in pursuit of the fleeing cashier, and stumbles upon his camping-place in the forest. In Dolloff's absence Marie is abducted by Fairfax.

CHAPTER IX.

AT Dolloff's signal the two sailors glided silently from tree to tree until they had assumed positions effectually cutting off the retreat of the man who, startled by a sudden footstep, sprang to his feet and confronted the detective.

For a moment he glared at Dolloff in silence; then, shrug-
ging his shoulders, said: "Ah, gentlemen, I was not expecting
visitors."

"So it would appear," responded Dolloff; "but our errand
can be briefly stated. I have a warrant for your arrest."

"On what charge, pray?"

"Robbery of the Third National Bank of San Francisco."

The man laughed derisively. "Your warrant is worthless
here, as perhaps you know."

"I do know it perfectly well," responded Dolloff; "and that
being the case, I must request you to waive formality and
accompany me on board my vessel. When we are within the
limits of the jurisdiction of American law I will serve the
warrant on you in proper form."

"And what if I refuse to accede to any such unlawful and
high-handed proceeding?" queried the cashier.

"Then I must use force," responded Dolloff grimly; and
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a virtue of necessity and yielded, though not without a vigorous protest at the irregularity of the arrest.

After a night passed in the forest camp, the return journey to the coast was begun; and four days later, when the yacht's prow turned northward, Dolloff had the satisfaction of knowing that his prisoner was safe on board. No restraint was placed upon him during the voyage until, when within the three-mile limit of San Francisco bay, he was formally placed under arrest. Immediately after landing he was conveyed to the bank for identification by the president of that institution, and thence to a prison cell to await his time of trial.

Dolloff's first thought, after he had seen his prisoner safely caged, was naturally of Marie, and hastening to the hotel, he was passing through the lobby when the clerk accosted him.

"A letter for you from your wife, Mr. Dolloff," said that functionary, advancing to meet him.

"A letter from my wife?" queried Dolloff in amazement.

"Yes," was the reply. "She left here shortly after your departure, and instructed me to give you this letter immediately upon your return."

Dolloff took the missive, and with a sense of impending trouble, broke the seal. Its brief contents did not serve to allay his apprehension. It was the letter of a nervous, worried woman, incoherent in places, and hinting at some vague calamity that menaced the writer. It ended with an appeal to him to hasten to the address given, an appeal that he did not disregard.

Hastily securing a cab, an hour later he stood impatiently waiting at the door of a neat cottage in a quiet suburb of the city.

In response to his energetic ring a pleasant-faced woman appeared, whose first word in answer to his query plunged him into the deeper depths of his apprehension.

No, Mrs. Dolloff was not there; had not been there, in fact, since the day when she had engaged a room and board some weeks before.

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questioning of the clerk was without result. Mrs. Dolloff had
settled for her room, had taken her baggage, and departed on a
certain evening, without a word as to her intended destination.
No, he was very sorry, but he could not describe the driver of
the carriage in which she had gone away.

Utterly at a loss as to what course to pursue, Dolloff left the
hotel and walked aimlessly about the streets in a half-distracted
state of mind until, overcome with fatigue, the tolling of the
midnight hour from a near-by steeple warned him that he must
seek rest.

His after-recollection of the week that followed was as of a
lingering nightmare. He haunted the cab stands, the depots and
police headquarters. The headlines of murders and suicides
in the morning papers danced bewilderingly before his eyes.
In the crowds which thronged the sidewalks at night he often
fancied he could see a familiar form, and after following for
blocks would find that it was not the one he sought.

As the days wore on he plunged deeper into the city's noisome current. From the cold, dim silence of the morgue he emerged with the sweat of mental agony on his brow. With a shuddering sense of despair tugging at his heart, he roamed through narrow, ill-paved streets, where the babel of low grog-shops smote the ear. Through the length and breadth of the city's under-world, he made his way, all to no purpose. Not the slightest clue to Marie's mysterious disappearance could he discover.

Entering the hotel one evening, haggard and worn with
anxiety and fatigue, a hearty voice greeted him, and he turned
to grasp the outstretched hand of a fellow detective whom he
had last seen in New York.

"Heard you were here, so I looked you up," said the new-
comer.

Dolloff, as eager in his desperation to grasp at a friendly
straw as a drowning man, led the way to a quiet corner of the
lobby, and unburdened himself of his perplexity.

"H'm, that *is* a bad state of affairs," said the other when he
had finished. "If I can help you in any way I'll gladly do it.

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By the way, I see by the papers that the Third National case
has been worked up. How did you do the trick?

Whereupon Dolloff entered briefly into the particulars, end-
ing with the expressed regret that he had allowed Fairfax to
slip through his fingers.

“Was ‘Happy Jack’ in it? As it happens, I can give you
a tip on him. I saw him board a southbound train at New
York three weeks ago, with the woman he used to call his wife.
It’s my opinion they were bound for Georgia. I’ve heard he
has a father back in the mountains — a regular fire-eating,
deputy-shooting moonshiner, with more than a local reputa-
tion for general cussedness. I believe his stronghold isn’t far
from Chilhowee. Devilish pretty woman that Fairfax calls his
wife. I understand she left him two or three years ago. At
any rate, he’s been doing business alone for some time. But
they left New York on the same train, so they must have
patched up their differences.”

“I didn’t know he was married,” said Dolloff, idly curious.
“I’ve only known him for a year or so.”

“Oh, yes, he’s married, or claims to be. I believe the girl
comes of a good family, and didn’t know his real character
when she married him. Her name was Chartier—Marie
Chartier.”

## CHAPTER X.

SINCE early morn the vibrant heat of a midsummer day in
Southern Georgia had rested on the land. Now, at the coming
of dusk, a few lingering rays of sunshine fell slantingly athwart
the one rambling street of Chilhowee, blotching with vivid
coloring the creaking stage as the jaded mules were halted
before the alluring shadows of the vine-draped tavern porch.
The driver deftly flicked a fly from the near-wheeler’s dusty
flank with his blacksnake whip, wound the lines about the
brake, and leisurely descended from his seat.

The wide-swung door of the low-roofed, rambling structure
revealed a cool vista of semi-darkness, from which floated cer-
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hospitable welcome to the weary travelers, who slowly clam-
bered from the stage and shook the choking yellow dust from
their garments in little shimmering clouds. They were few in
number: a cotton planter returning from a trip up country, a
"cracker woman" from the lower valley, then two or three com-
monplace Southern types. The appearance of the last passenger
to descend, whose garb and manner proclaimed him to be a
Northerner, caused a little ripple of interest among the group of
loungers who had gathered at the advent of the stage.

The newcomer appeared unconscious of the stir his arrival
had created, and included the onlookers in one friendly glance
as he mounted the steps of the porch and was met by the
genial "Colonel" who presided at the tavern bar.

When he had done full justice to the bountiful Southern sup-
per the newcomer strolled forth to gaze at the vista of winding
valley, with the twilight softening the angularities of the tower-
ing mountains stretching away to the sky-line on either hand,
one vast expanse of green, broken only by the yellow, twisting
thread of the stage-road and a few gray points of rocky peaks,
enpurpled in the distance by the setting sun. Later, he found
a comfortable seat upon the porch, lighted a cigar, and listened
far into the evening to the drawling conversation of the loungers,
each of whom in the gathering dusk soon became a mere
indistinct bulk, accentuated by the fitful glow from a corncob
pipe.

Silence at last fell upon the little group, and one by one the
shadowy forms faded away into the night, till the Colonel and
his guest were left alone.

"You're from th' No'th, I reckon?" queried the Colonel.

"Yes; from New York," was the reply.

"Sposen hit air right smart of a town?"

"Well, rather," assented the newcomer.

"Never went projeckin' up thet a'way," continued the
Colonel. "I was ter New O'leans quite a spell when I was
younger, but Chilhowee's big enough fer me now."

"Pop," a shrill voice arose from the dim back regions,
"thet sow air in th' garden truck agen."

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"Dad blame her onery hide!" ejaculated the Colonel, starting for the spot, whence sounds of scurrying footsteps and a series of racous grunts floating back from a distance soon announced that the intruder had been routed.

"Thet pesky razor back air th' meanest varmint 'at ever rooted," said the Colonel, as he resumed his seat in a splint-bottomed chair tilted back against a pillar of the porch. "She'll crawl through th' tightest rail fence 'at ever was built; an' if she can't crawl through, she'll climb plum over hit."

"It must be very annoying."

"Hit shorely air," assented the Colonel, relighting his pipe.

The brilliant Southern moon crept up over the mountain before them, flooding the valley with its mellow radiance. The Northerner lighted a fresh cigar, and leaning back in comfort, watched the shadows of tree and rock grow shorter. Suddenly a long, wailing cry broke the stillness, echoing from peak to peak, rising and falling in shrill cadences and dying away in a lingering sob that startled him to his feet.

"Hit's only a painter callin' ter hit's mate," said the Colonel. "You'll hear th' answer in a minute," and indeed, as they listened, the same sobbing wail was repeated from a distance.

"Rather an uncanny sound," observed the stranger. "What is a painter, anyway?"

"Hit's a cross atween a wild-cat an' a panther," answered the Colonel, "an' worse than both put together. They ain't much bigger'n a good-sized hound, an' they'll lick anythin' twice their size 'at walks. Some calls 'em catamounts, an' some calls 'em Indian devils, but they's pizen bad, whatever you calls 'em."

With this introduction the Colonel went on to relate several stirring tales of encounters with the wild animals that roamed the mountains or made their lairs in the fastnesses of the swamps in the bottom-lands. He had been a mighty hunter in his youth, and having a fund of dry humor and a certain facility in anecdote, his recital proved highly interesting to the listener.

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and remarking, "I reckon you 'uns 'll want ter sleep a spell,"
led the way into the house.

Chilhowee, at the time of the newcomer's advent, was, to
quote one conversant with the facts, "A blame innercent
lookin' place, likewise most bodaciously swimmin' in moon-
shine," an allusion not to the radiance of the heavenly orb, but
the fiery water-white liquor surreptitiously distilled by the
mountaineers, who held it to be their inalienable right to con-
vert the product of the soil into the most profitable commodity.

"Big" Bob Reno, the county sheriff, had found Chilhowee a knotty problem for solution. Although the very keystone of the blockading district, various carefully planned raids had resulted in the discomfiture of the officers, and an ambitious gauger who had volunteered to serve as spy was found one morning at the foot of a blasted pine with a neatly perforated bullet-hole in his back.

A few months of resultless raids and three sudden vacancies
in his posse had apparently convinced Bob of the futility of
further effort toward the moral betterment of Chilhowee, and
the producers and runners of "mountain dew" again pursued
their occupation unmolested.

The Colonel voiced the general sentiment of the community
when he spat thoughtfully and copiously at the ear of a sleep-
ing hound and oracularly declared it to be "p'int blank in'ter-
ference with Providence, suh, ter *deprive* yer feller man of th'
means of subsistence, suh."

These little matters, naturally, were beyond the ken of "the
stranger," as he was universally referred to, who soon became a
familiar sight as he roamed about the little hamlet and over the
low hills along the valley, quietly observant of his surroundings
and smoking a brand of cigars that caused the Colonel's eyes
to moisten with unalloyed delight.

The tall, gaunt mountaineers who slouched solemnly into the
hamlet with their rifles and troops of black and yellow hounds,
lean and unkempt as their masters, seemed to possess for "the
stranger" a never-ending interest, and while carefully sustaining
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observed that he allowed no word of their conversation to
escape his ears, when chance, or design, threw them in his
way.

CHAPTER XI.

NOT long after "the stranger's" arrival at Chilhowee he
expressed a desire to pass a week or two in the home of some
mountaineer, where he might hunt and explore the mountains
as fancy dictated.

The Colonel sighed at the prospective loss of a profitable
guest, and after some deliberation "reckoned" that "Jim
Bludsoe, over on Old Baldy," might be induced to become his
host.

"Hit air plum shore lonesome enough there ter suit any-body," was the ending of the Colonel's description of the locality.

The very place, "the stranger" declared, that he would have
chosen. Accordingly, at an early hour on the following day
appeared the tavern equipage, the omnipresent buckboard,
drawn by a sleek and solemn mule, with the Colonel as
charioteer.

They forded the yellow water of the "branch" and headed
for the frowning side of Old Baldy, following a rude road that
soon became little more than a bridle path, where the sure-footed mule plodded placidly along, deprecatingly wagging a
tremulous ear when the reluctant buckboard, coyly poised on
stump or tussock, plunged abruptly ahead on its erratic course.
Conversation languished, as close attention was required to
locate approaching obstructions and anticipate the resultant
pitches of the unstable vehicle. Their way zigzagged gradually
up the mountain side until at last the Colonel drew rein and
announced that the balance of the way must be covered on
foot.

They descended from the buckboard and gazed out across
the valley. Far below a few toy houses scattered along a narrow ribbon of dusty yellow marked the site of Chilhowee, while
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blackjack roots at their feet, grew in the distance to a sedately flowing river.

After a short climb up the winding footpath the shrill clamoring of a pack of hounds announced the vicinity of a habitation, and a moment later they emerged on the border of a clearing and beheld a log cabin clinging to the mountain side. A lazy curl of smoke floated from the huge stick-and-mud chimney. A wrinkled, saffron-hued native woman stood in the doorway, languidly chewing a snuff-stick, while a number of tousled, not over-clean children mingled with the dogs that surrounded them. When the object of the visit had been stated the woman said:

"Jim air over on th' no'th fork, a'huntin' squirrels; you all's 'll hev ter wait a spell an' dicker with him."

It was not long until Bludsoe appeared, crossing the little clearing with the slouching, seemingly sluggish tread of the mountaineer, that easily distances the trained athlete. His would-be guest observed him keenly. Notably tall, even among his kind, his sinewy frame displayed a rude grace. A tuft of coal-black, wiry hair depended from his chin, while an oddly shaped cicatrix, drawing back a corner of his lip, a relic of an old encounter with a catamount, produced at first glance an effect of continual smiling, dissipated at once by the glittering eyes and shaggy brows surmounting the aquiline features. His rifle hung easily in the hollow of his arm, but apparently his hunting had been unsuccessful, a fact upon which the Colonel did not comment.

Bludsoe at first appeared somewhat sulky and suspicious, but in the end agreed to "the stranger's" proposition, and the Colonel departed with the understanding that he was to return at the end of two weeks and carry him back to Chilhowee.

A rough ladder, leading to a trap-door, gave access to the room in the upper story where the newcomer's few impediments were placed. A cord bedstead with corn-husk mattress and homespun coverings occupied one corner, while a rude stool and a shelf against the wall completed the furnishings. A few pegs had been driven in the hewn rafters upon which to

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hang clothing, and a heavy shutter, when opened, admitted light.

Venison steak broiled over the glowing coals in the great open fireplace, sweet potatoes baked in the hot ashes, snowy grits and crisp corn-pone, with strong black coffee, composed his first repast.

The visitor's unaffected manner and evident interest in his surroundings soon made the entire family his friends, even Bludsoe somewhat abating his surly attitude. To the oldest daughter, Maggie, a timid wild rose with the early-fading bloom of the mountain women, this stranger from the unknown North seemed a wondrous being.

Day after day he wandered over the mountain, meeting odd bits of scenery at every turn. Occasionally he met a mountaineer, carrying the inevitable rifle, who would briefly salute him with "Howdy," and pass stolidly along.

Sometimes at night he heard voices near the cabin, and on cautiously opening his shutter a trifle could see in the moonlight men with kegs on their shoulders going down the pathway leading to the settlement.

One day while seated on a log idly watching an almost imperceptible curl of smoke rising from a spot further up the mountain, Maggie appeared, coming down the winding path with quick, sure tread.

At "the stranger's" invitation she seated herself on the log beside him and made shy response to his efforts to draw her into conversation. Finally, with an air of mere idle curiosity, he confided to her a desire to see a "moonshine" distillery, which picturesque scene, he declared, he had long wished to observe.

Maggie, visibly perturbed, gravely asserted that detection in such a project would mean sure death. However, "the stranger's" powers of persuasion were not slight, and in the end she acknowledged that she knew the location of a still, and agreed to guide him to it.

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they came at length to comparatively level ground. Here,
leaving the path, she plunged into a dense thicket, through
which they slowly and cautiously worked their way. Having
progressed in this manner for some distance, Maggie at last
motioned a halt, and carefully pushing aside the leaves for a
little space allowed him to peer through the opening.

Before 'them lay a small clearing, on the opposite side of
which was a low-roofed, nondescript structure, half cave, half
shed, near the entrance to which stood a stalwart mountaineer,
leaning carelessly upon his rifle. Others were busily engaged
within the still-house, from which emanated the pungent odor
of the boiling mash.

But it was not on these forms that "the stranger's" gaze was
fixed. Seated on a log, with his back turned to the silent
watchers, moodily staring at the ground, was a slightly built
man whose garb consorted illy with his surroundings. "The
stranger" started violently as another form, that of a woman,
emerged from a nearly concealed path into the clearing. At
her appearance the man seated on the log sprang to his feet
and advanced to meet her.

Despite the distance that separated them, "the stranger"
could see that the woman looked pale and wan, and he noted
that at the man's approach she cast on him a glance of mingled
fear and aversion, and drew herself up haughtily.

As Dolloff — for it was none other — gazed from his place
of concealment upon the meeting of Fairfax and Marie, there
leapt into his eyes the fierce light of love and hate — love, not
yet extinguished, for the woman he had believed his wife; hate,
deep and bitter, for the scoundrel who had cursed her life.

When he saw her draw back from Fairfax's touch, Dolloff
started impulsively forward, and would inevitably have betrayed
their hiding-place had not Maggie, in swift alarm, placed a
restraining grasp upon his arm.

[To be continued.]

CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS ASSOCIATION.

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CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS ASSOCIATION
OF THE UNITED STATES.

J. E. JONES, President.

A. L. TOLIVER, Vice-President.

THOS. A. LIGGINS, Treas. GILES B. JACKSON, Sec.

THE COLORED AMERICAN MAGAZINE, which will hereafter be the official organ of the above Association, will publish from month to month the regular reports of the doings of the Association, as reported by the secretary, Giles B. Jackson, Esq. Every member and friend of the Association should become a regular subscriber for this magazine, and so keep in touch with the latest efforts for the betterment of the race. We will this month publish the Address and Declaration of Purposes on which the Association is founded.

Recognizing the Fatherhood of God, in that he does all things well.

*First*.— We believe that all men are born free and equal, and should be treated as such by their fellowmen.

*Second*.— There should not be any discrimination on account of race, color, or previous condition of servitude.

*Third*.— We believe in the equality of all men before the law, and that they should not be discriminated against, on account of their color, in public carriages; and that all men should be endowed with their political rights, and should not be disfranchised by constitutional amendments or by legislative enactments of any of the states.

*Fourth*.— That no man should be deprived of his life, liberty or property without due process of law, and a trial by a jury of his peers; therefore, lynching should be obliterated among civilized nations, and especially the Southern States, where it is frequently perpetrated and tolerated by hanging, shooting and burning at the stake.

Now, therefore, believing in the principles above enunciated, we complain that each and every principle aforesaid is being daily violated by some of our white fellow-citizens of the Southern States, in that they have practically disfranchised the whole

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colored population of all of the said Southern States, on account of their color, by constitutional amendments or legislative enactments; that thousands of colored men have been lynched and some burnt at the stake without an opportunity to prove their innocence; that in a great many cases it has been proven that innocent men have been lynched, and the explanation for this was that they being "Negroes" it made no difference, they having no rights that a white man was bound to respect.

In order to humiliate, proscribe and degrade the colored citizens of this country, all of the Southern States, with two exceptions, have, through their legislatures, passed laws making it a crime for white and colored persons to ride in the same car; there are laws upon the statute books of these States providing for the "Jim Crow car" for the transportation of colored people, which is denounced by the best constitutional lawyers of this country as being unconstitutional and in violation of the fourteenth and fifteenth amendments to the Constitution of the United States; and will be so declared when properly presented to the Supreme Court of the United States. It is also held by the same lawyers that the laws enacted by the said Southern States disfranchising the colored citizens and depriving them of their right to vote are also unconstitutional and cannot be sustained before the Supreme Court of this country; and since we are taxed to support the government, we feel that we have the right to participate in governmental affairs.

Believing as we do that the laws complained of are unconstitutional, which constitutionality should be tested through the proper courts of this land, we have therefore organized ourselves into an association known as "The National Council of the Constitutional Rights Association of the United States," for the purpose of defending and contending for our every right, guaranteed to us by the Constitution of the United States, and for this purpose we propose to employ some of the best constitutional lawyers of this country to invoke the aid of the proper courts in our behalf, and have these unholy, degrading and discriminating laws reviewed by the highest court of the land. We therefore appeal to our colored brethren throughout the country and ask the aid of our white sympathizers in the North as well as in the South to contribute to the fund now being raised to defray the expenses of our cause; we call upon the women of our race to come to our rescue in raising this money.

We suggest the organization of subordinate councils of the Constitutional Rights Association in the different cities and towns throughout the United States, by electing a President,

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Vice-President, Secretary, Treasurer and a Financial Committee of not less than five, and when money is collected, to forward the same to Thomas A. Liggins, Treasurer of the National Council of the Constitutional Rights Association, True Reformers Savings Bank, No. 604 N. Second Street, Richmond, Va.; and for any other information write to Giles B. Jackson, No. 812 E. Broad Street, Richmond, Va.

The Association has engaged the services of the Hon. A. E. Pillsbury, ex-Attorney-General of Massachusetts, and Hon. W. C. P. Breckinridge of Lexington, Ky. Upon consultation with these lawyers, we find it absolutely important to employ two or three Southern lawyers who reside in the states in which we propose to test these laws. To make a successful fight against the said laws, and also the Jim Crow Car Laws, which provide separate coaches for the white and colored passengers in these states, it will necessarily cost us between $10,000 and $12,000. We have only the public to look to for assistance in raising the money necessary, and find it rather uphill business in raising the money in the South. We therefore appeal to our colored brethren in the North and West to help us in our struggle for right and justice. All contributions will be acknowledged in the columns of this magazine.

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QUEEN VICTORIA AND HER COLORED
PROTEGES.

CHARLES WINSLOW.

BISHOP JAMES JOHNSON, who, although a colored man, was consecrated Bishop of Lagos on the Gold Coast, was recently commanded, July 2, to escort to Windsor an African lady, Mrs. Randle, once the daughter of a chieftain, but taken in a slave-raid and given by the King of Dahomey to the late Captain Forbes, then commanding a British cruiser. He brought the little slave child to England and presented her to the Queen, who became godmother to the girl, had her educated at her expense, and, when she grew up and married a Mr. Randle, a Negro merchant at Lagos, gave her her trousseau and a dower suitable to her position. Of several children, the eldest of whom is a godchild of the Princess of Battenburg, two accompanied her on her visit to the Queen, who gave them her hand to kiss, and in her motherly way kissed Mrs. Randle and the little ones, and gave them several little gifts at parting.

To Bishop Johnson she was very gracious, making anxious inquiries about the late rising in the Ashantee country, and concerning the climate during the wet season on the west coast of Africa, and the dangers likely to arise therefrom and to affect the health of her troops, especially of those European officers who were engaged in repressing the revolt. When the party left the royal presence they were taken in charge by the ladies-in-waiting and shown over Windsor Castle.

The New York Journal, which has also duly chronicled this interesting incident, and which claims to champion the rights and interests of the masses of the people, heads an otherwise interesting and decent article with "All Coons Look Alike to Her Gracious Majesty, Victoria Imperatrix," and for a sub-head adds "My Gal is a High-born Lady"; as if it could not bear or dare to inform the world that the low, mean prejudice which prevents the average American from being just and generous to

red, yellow and dark skinned races has no place in the heart of one of the most aristocratic and the most powerful women upon the whole earth.

This prejudice, which extends very largely, even to the most highly civilized Latin races, is generally strongest with those who are so doubtful of their own claims to respect and fair dealing, that they cannot afford to lose the privilege of feeling that there is a race or individual who is without doubt immeasurably below them.

The correspondent of the *Journal* goes on to speak of the fact that Sir Samuel Lewis, a full-blooded Negro, and member of the Legislative Council of Sierra Leone, had been made a Knight of the Order of St. Michael and St. George, an honor usually reserved for colonial governors and distinguished diplomatists, generals and admirals. It also says: "Nor is it only in England that people of color are treated with this consideration. In France the only general who has covered himself with military glory since the days of the Franco-German war, and who is now in supreme military command of France's vast possessions in the Far Orient, is General Dodds, a mulatto, a fact which did not prevent him from being invested with the Grand Cross of the Legion of Honor, and with being considered by the anti-military party as the most dangerous of all soldier candidates for the presidency of the republic."

"At Madrid I have seen the entire guard turn out at the royal palace in honor of the Negro envoy of the Haytian republic, whilst at Lisbon I have been present when the late king solemnly and in the presence of his whole court invested three full-blooded Negroes, two from the west coast of Africa and one from the east coast, with the dignity of knighthood of the Order of Christ. Moreover, one of the principal personages of the Portuguese Court in those days was an aged Negress who had been with the Queen ever since her marriage, and who was chief of Her Majesty's attendants and maids, besides being her most trusted counsellor and influential advisor; the Queen in her turn having her husband, the late King Luis, entirely under her thumb and blindly submissive to her will."

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The colored people of the United States are true Americans, whose proudest boast is to claim descent from, or close family ties with, some brave colored soldier of the great Civil War, or an humbler yet loving and prized connection with some family whose men have been able and honored servants of the republic.

It is well for England that her rulers, taught by our forefathers, have learned to recognize intellect, ability, bravery and true manliness and womanhood under any color of skin, or difference of race or religion. It is worthy of the hearty appreciation of every true man and woman that Victoria, Queen of England, Empress of India, and recognized ruler of realms and colonies almost innumerable, proud and aristocratic to an extreme in many matters, is at heart able to love and appreciate a little African girl, saved by her officer from brutality unnamable, and made a noble, intelligent and happy wife and mother.

## THE TYRANNY OF THE SOUTH.

ROBERT W. CARTER.

THE tyrannical ruling spirit now prevailing in the South is not the evidence of advancement of Christianity or the grandeur of civilization, but the influence of savage usurpation which is degrading the civil communities wherein mob violence and lynch laws are paramount to civil judgment. No state or nation of people can continue the pursuit of happiness and at the same time continue the practice of savagery in way of mob violence. And if the South will continue such heinous practices as it has adopted, and will persist in disgracing the fair land of the sunny clime, what was said of the Negro at the late Montgomery Race Conference (that he is going back instead of coming forward) will be true in fact of the white race, especially in southern sections.

For science and philosophy plainly indicate that one race cannot ascend to a higher standard of civilization while another race living within are sinking in degradation and ignorance. If, therefore, the superior desire to crush the inferior, they cannot do so without bringing shame upon their country, sorrow

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in the community wherein they live, and grief to the loved ones of their bosom. Slavery went on for some time; went on increasing in horrors until the country was enrobed in a mantle of shame, went on until Northern freedom, Northern Christianity and Northern civilization could no longer stand it.

The appreciation of freedom and the spirit of right and of justice to all men so prevalent in the North, is what gave the death-blow to slavery in the South. And it is yet the same spirit of civilization, of right and of justice to all citizens alike, that is now fighting mob violence and the tyrannical lynch laws so much appreciated in the sunny clime.

As long as certain sections of the American Republic contend for white supremacy and the right of the minority to rule without the consent of the majority, strife will occupy the place of peace, ignorance will take the stand of intelligence, the church will lose its sanctity and the government its high integrity, while mob violence will be the ruling spirit and lynch law supreme.

It should be the pride of every citizen to promote good will and aid the progress of education, that intellectual qualifications may follow and be the test of superiority in the community wherein he resides. Then prosperity would be on every hand, and to the glory and honor of the American Republic, the dignity and the grandeur of civilization would be supreme, and not mob violence and Judge Lynch presiding to the lasting disgrace of a free country and a civilized community. It is no test of superiority or evidence of white supremacy that men are burned at stake or suspended from limbs of trees, for accusations not proven by the civil courts.

It is sad to see editorials in leading newspapers in and near where these heinous crimes occur, taking the side with laws executed so repugnant to the grandeur of civilization. Their side should be the side of culture, of refinement and education, the welfare of the community and the care and dignity of home, of humanity and justice for all but inhumanity and injustice toward none. Then every citizen would appreciate in fact the protection of a free country, and become equally interested in its progress.

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## CHIROBODY AND DERMATOLOGY,

DR. T. W. MCKENZIE.

IN the gradual advance of time mankind has ever proven himself eager to grasp the inspiration of the age in which he lives by surmounting difficulties, arresting the forces of nature, and thus making them subservient to his will, proving that he, though by Divine injunction, is placed a little lower than the angels, is the masterpiece of creation.

Man, endowed with a mind capable of indefinite expansion, showing that his Maker created him a progressive being, has in all ages been searching out cause and effect, until today he has found that the entire universe is but a network of science.

We will accordingly consider the science of chiropody. Briefly stated, chiropody is a scientific method of treating diseases of the feet.

In nearly every walk in life there are many persons who are sufferers daily from one or more diseases of the feet. The question is often asked: Why, or from what causes are these troubles?

Having devoted many years to the study of this science, as well as for some years being an experienced practitioner, treating and curing the most difficult cases, I beg leave to inform you that the causes are numerous. Generally, diseases result from some improper care or ill use of the feet. Frequently it is that of placing the feet in poorly fitting shoes, either too large or too small.

Either of these causes is liable to create friction, and from this, pain or disorder of some kind is readily recognized.

Ofttimes a boy or girl moving clumsily along will strike his or her toe against something, an apparent small accident. Left unguarded or not properly attended at the proper time, sooner or later discontentment arises; and nine out of ten cases one or more corns will result, sometimes as late as twenty years after the cause which produced them.

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Corns and bunions are very susceptible to hygroscopic influ-
ences; that is, they are largely affected by the temperature.

Every person should place special stress upon the feet,
because they are important members of the body, and at all
times should receive that special care which nature has intended
they should have.

When once out of order no one is more important to seek to
bring relief than he who has made the study and treatment of
the feet a specialty.

Dermatology is a kindred branch of scientific treatment to
that of chiropody, but its function is to deal chiefly with dis-
eases of the skin.

The skin is composed of two parts; viz., the cuticle and cutis,
or the outer and inner skin, forming a complete covering for
the human structure. In this elastic robe are thousands of very
small tube-like cells, composing a meshwork of minute pores
through which a large quantity of waste matter is expelled from
the body in the form of perspiration, sensible or insensible.
This process of emitting wastes is closely allied to skin-making.
Deep in the cells a new skin is made which, by a peculiar work-
ing of nature rises gradually to the surface, taking the place of
the cutis, while the cutis that of the cuticle, and the cuticle finally
in turn disappears as waste, in the form of scales, sometimes
scabs, etc.

Hence it is readily seen that in the external part of the body
there is a continual evolution. There is an abnormal growth of
hair on the body, divided into several groups; but that which
we propose to consider is that occupying the regions of the
face. Here have been noted occurring various facial diseases
resulting from innumerable causes.

Some of them are very painful indeed, as well as disclosing
the facial beauty. Like other ills which fraught mankind's path
of brief existence here, he should not defer or withhold any
means in having them removed. The sooner the better,
because the evil increases with great rapidity. In conclusion,
I would urge you to give the best attention to your body in its
various parts, as no one can get the most and best from life
who is hampered with bodily infirmities.

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THROWN INTO FAVOR,

CHARLES STEWARD.

SHE made a grimace of pain and blushed profusely, as Paul Gifford dismounted from his wheel and crossed the road to where she was sitting.

"My wheel tripped over a stone, and I sprained my ankle."

"I'll help you, willingly; is your wheel too damaged to ride?"

"I can't ride, my foot pains so." He seemed so stupid. "I was in dread of having to stay here all night. It's so lonely, too; and the mosquitoes thick and merciless. I've sat here two hours. Only one wagon passed; and the men in it seemed so rowdy I made a pretence of fixing my wheel. But I'm so grateful you happened this way."

"You can't ride with a sprained ankle, and you can't walk. Perhaps" — and Paul looked up and down the road with the idea of procuring a horse and wagon at a farmer's; but remembered there was not a dwelling for miles.

"I must try to hobble along."

She had removed the shoe from the injured foot, and began now to draw it on, with alternating little spasms of distress and forced smiles. Paul seemed to be attentive to the last faint pencillings of the amber autumn sunset and the cheery twilight lay of the toads and crickets in the woods and fields, till once he turned and saw her eyes gleaming with tears, though she laughed and still tugged coaxingly at the shoe.

"Don't try that," and he took hold of her arm.

She stopped as if exhausted, and gazed up into his face helplessly.

"I'm going for a wagon," he said doggedly.

"No, no; lend me your knife; this shoe shall go on. There," slitting the shoe, "now it fits: have you a piece of twine?"

Paul found courage to bind the shoe on, and helped the girl to rise; she leaned heavily on his shoulder, and tried to limp forward. "Oh, I can't go on; and I'm causing you so much trouble; and we are strangers."

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"The trouble is nothing. Your injuries need immediate care. Suppose I help you to mount; then I can shove your wheel and tow mine; that will make a gain in speed."

He placed her upon the saddle and knotted his handkerchief into a sling, looping it over the handle-bars to hold the swollen ankle up from the pedal. She laughed merrily.

"You're a real nurse. But it's too bad to trouble you so; you'll be so fagged when you get to Dover. You need not walk so fast; my ankle is less painful now. I hope you live in Dover?"

"Yes."

"Oh, I'm so glad, because, you know, I should be sorry if you had to travel further than Dover. As for that, I'd beg papa to ask you to stay all night at our house. But couldn't you get on your wheel? Perhaps I can pedal with my good foot."

"We'll try that after we get up this hill."

And at the top of the hill Paul mounted his wheel, and, holding a handle of his companion's wheel, they sped smoothly to the bottom and a mile or two on the level road, till Paul's arm ached. He changed at intervals from side to side, and had strained either arm strengthless and sore when they reached the reservoir, whence the road descends clear to the heart of Dover.

"Oh, we're nearly home!" and the girl clapped her hands. "Turn this corner; that house on the right; here we are at last!"

Paul trundled his charge round a gravelly walk through a lawn, and lifted her bodily across a long portico. By the light of the door-lamp he observed she was pale; and as she rested upon his arm, murmuring, "You've been very kind to me," he was suddenly aware of her uncommon beauty.

A tall, somewhat grey gentleman in a study-coat answered the ring.

"Why, Fanny! why, what's this? sick? hurt?"

"My wheel" —

"Lizzie! Lizzie!" and a kind-faced lady hurried to the door.

"Oh, my darling! are you much hurt? Papa, don't stand here; run, call the doctor."

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Seeing his services at an end, Paul slipped away home, and but casually spoke of the incident at supper. But the next morning, as he was reading the Dover *Pioneer*, a paragraph showed him the incident was not yet concluded.

Miss Fanny Abington, the beautiful and accomplished daughter of Squire Abington, met with a very painful accident while out on her wheel yesterday afternoon. She was on her way home from Milton, and when five miles out of town her wheel struck a stone; the young lady was thrown violently to the ground, and badly wrenched her ankle. She suffered a great deal during the night, but is resting comfortably this morning. She was assisted to her home by a young wheelman of this city, name unknown; and Squire Abington wishes us to announce that he earnestly requests the young man to call at his residence as soon as convenient.

Paul decided to go that evening. He wondered why he had been urgently requested to call. Perhaps the squire intended to reward him, just as many others with a surplus of this world's coined sweat would be prompted to do in such a case. The thought of having to face an offer of money almost deterred him from responding to the summons. Perhaps, though, the squire, whom Paul's mother called tight-fisted, would not attempt to play generous, and merely wanted to see him to learn his version of the accident. And it may be the lithe, graceful figure, the nut-brown hair, the smooth, oval face, the pleading eyes, the helpless dependence of the injured girl upon him during her home-coming, drew him on and silenced all other considerations.

The squire met him at the door with a gruff "Good evening, sir," and looked him up and down.

"Oh, er, you air, I suppose, er, the young man who helped my daughter home last night. Come in; yes, yes; I want to talk with you."

And the squire chattered in a string all the way to his study.

"You did my daughter a great kindness, yes, yes, a great kindness; and we all appreciate it. She says you put yourself to a vast amount of trouble; yes, er, lemme see, er, here's your

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handkerchief. That's your name on it, I fancy. Mr. Gifford, I assure you I'm happy to know you. Related to Jim Gifford?"

"I'm his son."

"Oh, you air. I knew your father; he's dead now; yes, yes, I rec'leck. Family still living in Dover? But yes, I know; my wife sees your ma at temperance meetings. Well, er, Mr. — Gifford, you deserve all the praise we can give you. My daughter suffered frightfully last night, yes, yes."

"She's much better this morning, I saw by the *Pioneer*."

"Much better this morning, much better, yes, yes. Read the *Pioneer*, eh? A very enterprising paper, ain't it? Now, er, Mr. — Mr. — Gifford, we highly appreciate your services, and, er, I'm unable to show our appreciation better than by giving you this poor return," and he held out a check to Paul, who had already begun to hate the man. The insult tweaked his mettle.

"It is belittling Miss Abington to seek to remunerate a mere courtesy toward her; and as for me, it is reward sufficient to have had the privilege of giving her assistance."

The squire stared agape, and Paul had backed out to the front door before the squire again spoke.

"Good-night, Mr. Abington."

"Er, good — good — night, sir."

Within a fortnight or so Paul one morning saw Miss Abington awheel on the road to Milton. She was accompanied by another girl; and as they rode by, Miss Abington was chatting gayly, and did not so much as nod or look toward him. He felt some little irritation to be thus unnoticed. Was it a proposed slight? or, as she had not seen him since the accident, was it simply an innocent failure of memory? It gave him a fillip of pleasure when, a few hundred yards ahead of him, the girls dismounted to adjust a pedal, and as he rode up, Miss Abington's companion accosted him.

"Will you kindly fix my wheel?"

"Oh, it's Mr. Gifford!" exclaimed Miss Abington, with the spasmodic bravery of a drawing-room debutante; "it was you who helped me home," and then she introduced him to Miss

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Sewell. "Isn't it very warm today?" she added, pressing both
palms to her cheeks, which were as red as the autumn-dyed
woodbine. But it would not be fair to impute the crimson prettiness
to anything but the physical exercise of a healthy girl.
Miss Sewell laughed mischievously; and Paul, in tightening a
nut, hurt his fingers. He might have agreed with Miss Abington
that the day was certainly warm.

"Since we are all going the same direction, Mr. Gifford, will
you not join us?" asked Miss Sewell.

Paul could not refuse; and the three pedaled along, inter-
changing small talk till they came to Milton, where Paul was to
leave them.

"I'm very glad to have met you, Mr. Gifford," said Miss Sewell; "I've heard Tom Mason speak of you. You know him — he's in your class at college. I knew you to be Mr. Gifford when we passed you," and she laughed and glanced toward Miss Abington, who might still have called the day warm. "By the way, Fanny, since Mr. Gifford and you are both to go back to Dover this afternoon, why not make the trip together? Then I can keep you with me longer."

Miss Sewell's brisk way of leveling the obstacles of etiquette,
though it kept Miss Abington's cheeks always aglow, was far
from being disagreeable to Paul, who was secretly grateful
toward Miss Sewell for these goodly strokes. That afternoon,
as he glided along by the side of Miss Abington, the ten miles
between Milton and Dover were traversed in what seemed to
him a surprisingly short space of time. The ground had sped
under him.

Of course after that he often met Miss Abington awheel, and
equally, of course, when he was back at college they corresponded.
He felt insecure, however, because she had not even hinted an invi-
tation to call on her; and he was not taken by surprise when
this 'delightful exchange of sentiment was rudely broken by a
brief note to the effect that her father had forbidden it: but he
was so discomfited that he had no desire to pass the Christmas
vacation in Dover, though nothing could deter him from going
there, when Easter came and with it good 'cycling weather.

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"I can't understand papa," said Fanny, as she and Paul were one day wheeling together; "and I do so hate to disobey him."

"And Fanny, I hate to coax you out with me, since he forbids it." But he continued to coax and she to disobey.

On a certain morning Paul was puzzled to receive a note inviting him to come at once to the squire's office, an invitation that he accepted with alacrity. He loved Fanny manfully; and like all true lovers who see only roses and stars, he fancied the squire might have softened toward him. When he arrived at the office he met the squire coming out.

"Er, good morning, er, Mr. — Gifford. Glad to see you. I'm, er, just off on a little matter. You got my message, eh? Well, er, jump in," offering Paul a seat in a phaeton before the door; "we can talk on the way."

As they bowled along the streets and out upon the Milton road, Paul thought the horses required a great deal of attention. The squire's tongue was never weary of re-enforcing rein and whip to check or spur them. "Whope sir! Who-ope! Come up, sir! Been shut up too long a spell; feel your oats. Now look at that scamp! Steady, Mack! There! How does that taste? You, Jess! Want a dose, too? There! Whope! Who-ope! Reckon that'll hold you to your places. A fine pair, eh, Mr. Gifford? That nigh horse is a leetle soft; but ever see two go better together? Hello! here we are."

They turned from the road into a grove of pines and came to a halt in a glade. The squire hitched the team and stripped off his coats. Things seemed shaping for a duel.

"Er, Mr. Gifford, maybe you'd best shed yours, too."

"It's not yet apparent to me why I'm here."

"We're going to have a knock. Know how to use your fists? But p'r'aps we'd best prefer wras'ling. Any good at that?"

"Not an expert."

"Well, er, Mr. Gifford, I'll come to the point: you're getting too blamed attentive to my daughter, and that, too, when I've put a veto on your pretensions. My daughter tells me she handed you my decision; but you insist on an appeal. Well,

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I'm going to offer you a fair show to make out your case.
Now, I don't care a button for new-fangled regulations on
wras'ling; but I'm for throwing hard and heavy; and either
you've got to larrup me or I'll larrup you; and the best two
throws out of three wins. Ready?"

At a nod from Paul, who could not believe the squire
serious, the pair closed, and Paul was dazed to find himself in
an instant flat on the ground, with the squire puffing triumph-
antly over him.

"Chalk one for me," and the squire stood off awhile, moping his brow.

The next bout, Paul, who was a little angered by the squire's
tricking him to the contest, lifted his opponet aloft and flung
him to the ground so heavily the doughty gentleman of the
bar groaned aloud. But he was to his feet quickly; and before
Paul had recovered, the pair had clinched again, the squire
struggling and panting feverishly.

"Plague on the luck!" and the squire was down the second
time.

"Well, I'll be blowed! You cooked me; yes, yes, you
cooked me to a turn," and he rose with a limp, extending his
hand to Paul, who shook it good naturedly. "You're good,
blamed good; and your father was good before you. Me and
him used to have it hot and heavy, wras'ling; though honors
stood about even between us. But I like your timber, yes, I
do."

Paul smiled, and helped the squire into the carriage. As
they drove back to Dover the squire did not permit defeat to
slacken his tongue.

"Yes, yes, you're a good 'un, er, Mr. Gifford, a blamed
good 'un; and you've got the timber for a lawyer. Fanny tells
me you're reading law. Where'll you set up shop — in this
state? Yes? That's good. Always room at the top, ha, ha;
and, er, lemme see; well, er, Paul, I mean Mr. Gifford —
Fanny calls you Paul; she's pled your cause — er, I never had
a *thing* 'gainst you, er, Mr. Gifford; only I didn't fancy things
to run along 'thout my knowledge; see? a father's pride, you
understand."

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Paul assented that he understood very well; and the squire went on:

"And, er, Paul, so you like my daughter, eh? She's a fine girl now, ain't she? Do you love her? and you'd knock a man down for her, would you, that is, er, under strong provocation?"

Paul stammered out something about protecting her as a man should.

"I believe that; yes, yes, I believe that. Well, I'll not intermeddle between you; and — er, Paul, my office stands open as your jumping-off place when you're ready to begin practice."

## BOOK NOTES.

**"THE AMERICAN CITIZEN."** No more adequate idea of the scope of this excellent work can be given than by quoting the author's words: "I have had specially in view the large class of boys and girls in the upper grades of grammar schools and in high schools, or academies, as well as many adults who may wish to make a beginning in the study of citizenship. Only a few scholars can be expected to go to college or to take a thorough course in Political Economy and Politics. But all must become citizens with the responsibility of action in private or public upon various grave and difficult problems. They ought not, surely, to meet those problems without some intelligent and serious view of their meaning." Mr. Charles F. Dole has in this work given a most comprehensive, clear and convincing outline of the qualities making for good citizenship, and puts forth strong and able argument for the repeal of certain existing evils. (Published by D. C. Heath & Co., Boston.)

M. L. O.

**"THE YOUNG CITIZEN."** A preliminary volume to "The American Citizen," by the same author, is dedicated to the boys and girls of America, into whose keeping as citizens and patriots will soon be given the welfare of our nation. In this work, which is intended as a reader for the school and home, Mr. Dole presents the subject of which it treats in a manner that cannot fail to make it interesting as well as instructive to its readers. It is a most excellent book to place in the hands of a

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boy or girl arrived at an age when their interest should be
aroused to the things that concern the welfare of the individual
and the nation. (Published by D. C. Heath & Co., Boston.)

M. L. O.

"AVENGING THE MAINE." That the spirit of music and of poesy is inherent in the Negro race, we have abundant evidence. And now appears a little volume of verse entitled "Avenging the Maine, and Other Poems"; the work of a young Negro poet, struggling despite sadly hampering circumstances to give expression to the poetic longing of his soul. The author of this collection of poems, now in its second edition, is James Ephraim McGirt, whose picture appeared in last month's issue of THE COLORED AMERICAN. He is an example of the type of earnest truth-seekers in whom lies the greatest hope for the future of the race. (Published for the author by Edwards & Broughton,

Raleigh, N. C.)

M. L. O.

THINGS CHINESE. Being notes on various subjects connected with China. By J. Dyer Ball, M.R.A.S., H.M., Civil Service, Hongkong.

In the book produced by Mr. Ball there is a large accumulation of interesting facts relative to China and the Chinese. That the author is not a scientific man is evident from the reading of such chapters as those upon insects, geology, zoology and some others; but the volume is not intended to be scientific. It is written rather from a popular point of view that those whose eyes are now turning more and more toward the Yellow Kingdom, may by its aid be able to learn something of Chinese history, something of its folk-lore, its legends, the manners and customs of the people there, that seem so curious in their Orientalism when looked at with occidental eyes.

The Chinese are a hard-working and industrious people. Their ways are not our ways, nor are their thoughts our thoughts. It is therefore not always desirable to measure the Chinese by Western standards. Their language means nothing to Americans generally. They have amusements that are unknown to us. Their "incense assemblies," where incense is burned that imitates "the perfume of the lotus, the smell of the summer breeze and the odor of the autumn wind," lacks the prototypical among us. The Chinese have accomplished the "dwarfing" of trees and shrubs that we may only observe with marvel, but not with the hope of rivalry. Their very eyes are oblique when measured by our standards. They have jinricki-

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shas in the place of our wagons and carriages. Infanticide prevails to an alarming extent. Their laws are parental in authority, and such a principle as of a man being considered innocent until proved guilty, and of no man criminating himself, are absolutely unknown to them. A prisoner must, however, confess crime before he can be punished, but unfortunately the utility of this safeguard is somewhat if not entirely nullified by the introduction of torture, if needs be, to induce confession. Chinese art, the native pottery and carvings of Jade and other stones, all are quaint and curious. We must pay a tribute to the results they are able to reach by industry, skill and perseverance.

The Chinese practice of medicine is to us full of horrors. Some of the food eaten by them would not be acceptable to us. We would scarcely be willing to exchange with the Chinese, but yet they are for the most part happy and contented with the conditions with which they are surrounded.

The book introduces to the reader's notice many things not always known of the Chinese. It is a volume to which one may turn, and by means of it catch a bird's-eye view of a peculiar people. Those who are following the war in China (and who is not?) will find in "Things Chinese" something more than a primer of information. It is a veritable handbook of the subject of which it treats. (Imported by Scribner, N. Y.)

## HERE AND THERE,

[Under this heading we shall publish monthly such short articles or locals as will enable our subscribers to keep in close touch with the various social movements among the colored race, not only throughout the country but the world. All are invited to contribute items of general views and interest.]

PRESIDENT MCKINLEY'S letter of acceptance evidenced his familiarity and deep interest in a number of public questions. But he failed to enter his protest against those Southern States that are depriving the colored citizens of their votes.

— *Philadelphia Weekly Tribune.*

THAT was a signal victory won by Afro-American laborers when the Miners' Union of Birmingham, Ala., forced open the door of the Trades' Council for our carpenters, masons, etc.

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BISHOP ARNETT writes the editor of the *Courant* and says he will support Mr. Bryan.
— *Boston Courant* of Sept. 8.

THE Negro race, on bended knees, has begged with outstretched hands too long for protection. With a weapon in one hand and a just cause behind it, he has got to rise up and demand his rights by force. Justice never bowed nor bended.

— Galveston (Texas) Idea.

THE white business stores of Lexington, Ky., are employing colored clerks. Graves, Cox & Co. set the example by employing Sam L. Tolley, who has held this position a number of years. The Kaufman Clothing Company was next, who have in their charge Noah Woolridge. Also Mr. Louis Adler, the shoe man, has recently added to his force J. B. Caulder. All white business which has large Negro patronage should have one or two Negro clerks.

## WHAT MEMBERS AND FRIENDS OF THE RACE SAY ABOUT OUR MAGAZINE.

NEW YORK, Aug. 16, 1900.

I HAVE examined with interest two copies of THE COLORED AMERICAN MAGAZINE. Both from a literary and typographical standpoint it reflects great credit upon its editors and managers. Its aims are commendable, and if the *same high standard is maintained* it should not only command success but accomplish great good.

Very truly yours,

FRANKLIN FISHLER.

[Mr. Fishler is a veteran newspaper man of long and varied experience, who long ago took his place at the head of the class of successful journalists. Mr. Fishler is resident manager of the local office of the American Press Association, New York City.]

I take great pleasure in praising your excellent magazine to the fullest, in all respects. I think that I can safely say that the

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present monthlies that have been published for years will find
in your creation a foeman worthy of their steel.

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## TESTIMONIAL RECITAL.

A RECITAL for the benefit of Miss E. E. De Lyon which took
place in the parlors of the Hotel Maceo, New York City, was a
most brilliant success.

Miss De Lyon is from Jacksonville, Fla., and has been in New
York undergoing careful instructions in vocal music under some
of the leading masters.

She takes the character of Michiela in *Carmen* as performed
by the Theo Drury Opera Company, and this company has also
added to their repertoire *Faust*, with Miss De Lyon as Marguer-
ita. This opera will be staged the first of the year.

Miss Fowler, of the original London's Fisk Jubilee Singers,
also participated, being the recipient of many bouquets. She
has sung before many of the crowned heads of Europe: Queen
Victoria, Prince of Wales, Princess Beatrice, etc.

Mr. Chisum of Dallas, Tex., New York's favorite elocutionist,
rendered the Castle Scene from *Richelieu* with great ability.
He attended the Hayes School of Elocution.

Mr. Rosamond Johnson, song writer and musician, played an
able accompaniment.

THE proprietors, Samuel W. Young and Benj. F. Thomas, of
the palatial Hotel Maceo, finding their present quarters wholly
inadequate for their many patrons, are forming a company to
build a large and commodious one, costing not less than one
hundred thousand dollars. It is a good move; for the cheapest
lodging-house in New York suddenly finds that its rooms are
all taken (?) when a colored person applies for lodging. May
they be supported in this move.

REV. SYLVESTER S. BRYAN is a native of Newbern, N. C.,
and is a man of more than ordinary ability, one who has the

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best interest of the race truly at heart. As a member of the
New York Conference of the A. M. E. Zion Church, his influ-
ence for good has been felt in many districts of that connection.

At Rahway, N. J., and Greenport, L. I., he has served with
marked ability and eminent Christian zeal. He is of valued
assistance to the Rev. F. M. Jacobs, pastor of the Fleet-street
A. M. E. Zion Church, Brooklyn, N. Y. In fraternal orders,
such as the Masons, True Reformers and the Society of the Sons
of North Carolina, Mr. Bryan is well known for his kindhearted-
ness and interest in his fellow-members. He has served in vari-
ous stations in Progressive Union Fountain, No. 754, of True
Reformers, and is the present presiding officer of that fountain.
Mr. Bryan owns valuable real estate in the city of Newbern, N. C.

## FILIPINO WOMEN.

AT a Filipino wedding in Manila the American clergyman,
who had lately come to the Philippines, was much astonished
to see a Filipino lady smoking a big cigar; and greater was his
surprise when, the ceremony over, she tripped out and bought
for him a beautiful box of candy. The bride, a good-looking
girl of seventeen, took off her slipper to show the guests a bruise
on her foot. Other female guests all during the ceremony
smoked cigarettes. But in this behavior, so strange to Ameri-
cans, there was nothing to indicate a lack of modesty; and not
one of the ladies seemed to realize the least impropriety in
what each did.

It is this simple-heartedness which is one of the most notice-
able traits in the character of Filipino women. But with all
their naivete they are intensely practical in business, and easily
hold a place in the foreground in competition with the resident
Japanese and Chinese tradeswomen. Their business activity is
confined chiefly to keeping booths in markets, where they carry
on much of the trade in dry and fancy goods and bric-a-brac,
many articles of which they themselves manufacture by hand.
In ability to fabricate tasteful ornaments from cheap materials,
the Filipinos far excel Americans.

Beautiful and highly cultivated women are not rare among

the Filipinos. Many of them have been educated abroad, particularly at Hong Kong. Not so grand nor so stately as Hawaiian women, with whom they are sometimes compared, the Filipino women are more handsome, and certainly more practical and less indolent.

C. S.

### MCKINLEY NOT INDORSED.

AT the meeting of the National Afro-American Press Association just held at Indianapolis, Ind., we note that a resolution to indorse the administration of President McKinley was voted down.

THE German government has just applied to Principal Washington in a cablegram for three Tuskegee graduates to take charge of and conduct a model farm in one of the German provinces in the west coast of Africa. This is highly significant.

## EDITORIAL AND PUBLISHER'S ANNOUNCEMENTS,

DR. D. P. REID, the prominent colored dentist of New York, whom the *Phrenological Journal* of September spoke so highly, will have an article for an early issue of THE COLORED AMERICAN MAGAZINE. The doctor is intellectual and learned in his profession, and from the anxiety of our white publications to have his opinions and contributions, we can but look forward to an interesting and instructive article.

WE take pleasure to announce to our musical readers an article from Prof. Theo Drury upon "Science of Vocal Culture," for December number.

THE advance sales of Miss Pauline E. Hopkins' "Contending Forces" have been enormous, considering this to be her first work published in book form. She is a woman of great versatility, deep thought, and wide scope of observation. We predict for her book (now in publication) the success it merits. Her article in this number is but a foretaste of what is to follow.

NEGRO AND FILIPINO.

*[From the Lewiston Journal.]*

IT seems to be well agreed that the recent session of the Negro business men at Boston was a revelation to all except the closest student of the race question in the South. This meeting was serious, purposeful, intense in its zeal for the elevation of the Negro, full of sensible consideration of the mission of the race in business and in society, and finally, it disappointed those friends of the enemies of Negro education who looked in it for a display of the frivolous buffoonery that distinguishes the cake-walk darkey and the Negro specialist.

Alongside this convention put the recent scenes at New Orleans, Akron, New York,— the unbridled license of white men burning, killing and destroying,— and the picture is not beautiful from our standpoint.

The Negro has his faults. He is but emerging from the blackest night of ignorance, idolatry, lust and bestiality. He is out of slavery into liberty; but with him as with others it is the fittest that survives and the best and strongest that marches in the van.

Political demagogues who cry upon the corners for liberty to the Tagalogs and the Sulus shut their eyes and ears to the disfranchisement of this people whom Lincoln freed.

Anti-imperialists who sweat blood because McKinley, in obedience to the Senate, assumes to place the flag in Manila and to defend it there, are silent over the act that Louisiana and Mississippi pass laws that admit the vote to white men who cannot read or write and deny it to black men because they cannot read or write.

The fact is, that here in this nation the very sins which they wrongfully impute to the Republican party in the Philippines, they cultivate and promote within the body politic of the states of the nation that hate the Negro and seek to relegate him to ignorance and superstition in order to perpetuate his servility and his dependence.

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CONTENTS FOR JANUARY, 1901.

<table><thead><tr><th></th><th>PAGE</th></tr></thead><tbody><tr><td>"I GREET THEE, ABRAM," SAID THE NOBLE<br>Drawn by J. Alexandre Skeete.</td><td>Frontispiece.</td></tr><tr><td>ELIJAH PARRISH LOVEJOY<br>Illustrations from photographs and prints.</td><td>John Livingstone Wright.</td><td>163</td></tr><tr><td>VIRGINIA UNION UNIVERSITY<br>With illustrations of the new buildings, and portraits.</td><td></td><td>169</td></tr><tr><td>MISS WILKINS, M.D.</td><td>Edward Elmore Brock.</td><td>178</td></tr><tr><td>GREATER OPPORTUNITY FOR THE CIVIC DEVELOPMENT OF MANKIND<br>D. Augustus Straker.</td><td></td><td>183</td></tr><tr><td>HERE AND THERE<br>Many illustrations from photographs.</td><td></td><td>194</td></tr><tr><td>BOSTON'S SMART SET<br>With portraits of eight popular Bostonians.</td><td></td><td>204</td></tr><tr><td>THE STRESS OF IMPULSE (Serial)<br>Maitland Leroy Osborne.</td><td></td><td>210</td></tr><tr><td>THE SCIENCE OF VOCAL CULTURE<br>Prof. Theo. Drury.</td><td></td><td>216</td></tr><tr><td>PAULINE E. HOPKINS (A Sketch)<br>With Portrait.</td><td></td><td>218</td></tr><tr><td>WINTER'S SHROUDS (Poem)<br>Hattie E. Wallace.</td><td></td><td>219</td></tr><tr><td>FASCINATING BIBLE STORIES. III. Abraham and Isaac (Illustrated)<br>Charles Winslow Hall.</td><td></td><td>220</td></tr><tr><td>DECORATIONS FOR THE HOME<br>J. Roy Barreau.</td><td></td><td>230</td></tr><tr><td>WILLIAM WELLS BROWN (Illustrated)<br>Pauline E. Hopkins.</td><td></td><td>232</td></tr><tr><td>EDITORIAL AND PUBLISHER'S ANNOUNCEMENTS</td><td></td><td>237</td></tr></tbody></table>

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VOL. II.

JANUARY, 1901.

No. 3.

ELIJAH PARRISH LOVEJOY.

*The First Anti-slavery Martyr.*

JOHN LIVINGSTONE WRIGHT.

SOME great Americans have been born amid the rugged environments of the old Pine Tree State; men who have left records that the years will not efface. The list comprises soldiers, statesmen, singers and poets, but none, it is safe to say, ever uttered words inspired with the elements of truer heroism and nobler patriotism than found in this paragraph:

"As long as I am an American citizen, and as long as American blood runs in these veins, I shall hold myself at liberty to speak, to write, to publish whatever I please on any subject — being amenable to the laws of my country for the same."

They are the words of a man who understood fully the real meaning and prerogatives of that much-abused term, "the freedom of the press," and the one who promulgated them lived literally in accord with his doctrine, even to the giving of his life. It is over fifty years since the above expression was announced by Elijah Parrish Lovejoy, in the little frontier town of Alton, Illinois. They proved to be words destined to travel far

beyond the prairies, and to remain for all time as a wonderful synopsis of the spirit of Americanism.

Though it is reasonable to assume that Lovejoy did not realize what this agitation over slavery was to develop into, for it was his idea that it might be possible to so arouse the sciences of slave-owners that they would perhaps of their free will set their slaves at liberty, and never, so far as is known, suggested the possibility of armed force, yet the fact is that the death of Lovejoy at the hands of the Alton mob served as the inspiration of the ultimate Civil War.

For these many years the remains of the martyr have reposed in the little cemetery at Alton. Thousands have exalted his memory. The work that he undertook has been evolved into fruition. Assuredly one of the most portentous events of the world took place in connection with this, at the time, supposedly insane vagary of an over-zealous Presbyterian editor. Yet while expensive memorials had been reared to commemorate men

whose careers accomplished not a tithe of the practical good that did Lovejoy's, his grave had been marked by naught than a cheap, insignificant block of Illinois limestone.

Finally the memory of Elijah Parrish Lovejoy was honored on Nov. 7, 1897, the anniversary of the assassi-

ELIJAH PARRISH LOVEJOY.

(Drawn from a silhouette, the only likeness of Lovejoy ever made.)

nation, by the State of Illinois, which dedicated at Alton a monument that in an artistic sense is one of the most beautiful affairs of the kind in the country.

The erection of a monument to Lovejoy had been talked of for years in various portions of Illinois, but the movement never assumed a very practical form until about 1888, when Mr. Thomas Dimmock delivered an address at the Church of the Unity in St. Louis, and emphasized the importance of, in some way, raising funds

to provide a memorial over the grave of the hero-editor. Mr. Dimmock's address was printed and widely circulated by the Lovejoy Monument Association, with the final result that the Illinois Assembly voted an appropriation of $25,000, under the provision that the Monument Association should raise the additional sum of $12,500. This was accomplished, and the monument plans took definite shape. The completed memorial cost $30,000. The general conception of the work is remarkably original, and at the same time harmonious and beautiful in outline. Nothing could perhaps better combine the ideas of fearless, unpretentious American patriotism, and the glories of a free press and free speech than the winged figure of Victory, trumpet in hand, which surmounts the ninety-foot column of this Lovejoy monument. The base of this main shaft consists of a circular plaza forty feet in diameter, and elevated four feet above the ground. It is approached from the west by a broad flight of stone steps, and the rear semi-circle is formed into an exedra wall and seat, which terminates against two pedestals supporting great tripod urns. The steps are terminated by buttresses and flanked by two sentinel columns supporting bronze eagles. The central or grand column representing Victory is of solid granite four feet in diameter, and stands upon a pedestal, the four bronze panels of which represent episodes of Lovejoy's career. There are included pictures of the old Columbia press which was employed in expounding the anti-

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slavery doctrines, a bas-relief of Love-
joy, made from a silhouette, the only
likeness extant. Under this bas-relief
are the words:

ELIJAH P. LOVEJOY,
EDITOR ALTON "OBSERVER."

ALBION, ME., NOV. 8, 1802.

ALTON, ILL., NOV. 7, 1837.

A MARTYR TO LIBERTY.

"I have sworn eternal opposition to
slavery, and by the blessing of
God I will never go back."

On the north side appear the
words, "Champion of Free Speech,"
and the paragraph quoted at the
beginning of this article. This sur-
mounts a figure representing the
press. The east side has this in-
scription:

MINISTER OF THE GOSPEL.
MODERATOR OF ALTON PRESBYTERY.

"If the laws of my country fail to pro-
tect me, I appeal to God, and with Him
I cheerfully rest my cause. I can die
at my post, but I cannot desert it."

On the west side is the following:

**SALVE, VICTORES!**

This monument commemorates the valor
devotion and sacrifice of the noble De-
fenders of the Press who, in this city on
Nov. 7, 1837, made the first armed resist-
ance to the aggressions of the slave
power in America.

The youth of Lovejoy was passed
in the ordinary routine of New Eng-
land farming. His father, Rev. Daniel
Lovejoy, was a Congregational min-
ister, and possibly from him the son
acquired his taste for books and study.
At any rate, all of Elijah's spare
hours were thus employed. After a

short season at Monmouth and China
academies, he entered Waterville Col-
lege, graduating with the highest
honors in September, 1823. For
some time after leaving college he
taught school. He grew interested
in the prevalent enthusiasm over the
new West, and the year 1827 found
young Lovejoy in St. Louis, Mo.
School teaching and writing for the
newspapers occupied his attention.

LOVEJOY'S PRINTING OFFICE, ALTON, ILL.

From random poetical effusions and
short dissertations upon local subjects,
he gradually gravitated into journal-
ism as a profession, and in 1828 was
a member of the St. Louis *Times*
staff. He finally obtained such a
standing as made him prominent with
the Whigs, and he could have un-
doubtedly had a good showing in the
political field. However, with a relig-
ious revival in the winter of 1831-2,

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there came a complete change in
young Lovejoy's plans and purposes.
He became a member of the First
Presbyterian Church, then under the
pastorateship of Rev. W. S. Potts.
At the solicitation of his pastor,
Lovejoy went East to the Theological
Seminary at Princeton. In April,
1833, he was licensed to preach at
Philadelphia. Friends urged him to
come out to St. Louis and start a
religious newspaper. The first num-
ber of the St. Louis *Observer* ap-
peared Nov. 22, 1833. In the sum-
mer of 1834 the editor announced
himself an anti-slavery advocate, and
began to write upon this subject in
the *Observer*. Prominent citizens of
St. Louis warned Lovejoy that such
a course would not do; that the dis-
cussion of slavery in the paper would
surely lead to trouble. This gives
one a chance to reflect upon the
marvelous change between that day
and the present. This young man
was known for his religious character
and intelligence. He was the editor
of a church paper. He in no wise
hinted at the use of force in setting
the slaves free. His theory was that
slave-owners should be reasoned into
seeing the enormity of keeping slaves.
Indeed, he once said that he did not
believe anti-slavery could be brought
about in any other way. Yet so
fixed was the doctrine of slavery that
the public was determined that the
righteousness of the matter should
not even be questioned. The indi-
vidual who visits the bustling St.
Louis of today could hardly conceive
that this town ever held such extra-
ordinarily radical views. Take, for

instance, this passage in the *Observer*
of April 30, 1835:

> "Gradual emancipation is the remedy we propose. This we look upon as the only feasible, and indeed the only desirable, way of effecting our release from the thraldom in which we are held. In the meantime the right of all classes should be respected and the work be proposed, carried on and finished as one in which all classes are alike interested, and in which all may be called upon to make sacrifices of individual interests to the general welfare of the community."

Certainly there was nothing very
violent about such propaganda as
that. Compared to the utterances
of Wendell Phillips, they are as the
melodious strains of Ovid to the
Catalinian invectives of Cicero. And
yet those words set St. Louis wild at
the time they were published.

In all fairness it must be recorded
that leading citizens of St. Louis,
foreseeing what would undoubtedly
happen, and having some estimate of
the innate worth of young Lovejoy,
did their best to induce him to cease
publishing views on slavery. They
did this, beyond doubt, from a sincere
desire to protect him from what they
felt was likely to result in his death.
Their efforts were bound to be futile,
since Lovejoy was working for some-
thing deeper than fame. Things
moved rapidly. The printing-press
was destroyed. The office was moved
across the river to Alton, in the free
state of Illinois. The feeling there
was intensely bitter, and thrice was
the press destroyed, each time to be

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replaced by a new one, and worked by the indomitable Lovejoy. A public indignation meeting was held. Lovejoy was requested to be present, that he might defend himself if he could, against the charges made. There were some able men at that meeting, and they tried, on their part, to convince Lovejoy that his duty, in consideration of existing

confessedly innocent man, for no cause but that he dares to think and speak as his conscience and his God dictate. Will your conduct stand the scrutiny of your country, of posterity? Above all, of the Judgment Day? For remember, the Judge of that day is no respecter of persons. Pause, I beseech you, and reflect. The present excitement will soon be

THE MOB ATTACKING THE WAREHOUSE.

This building is Godfrey & Gilman's warehouse, where Lovejoy was murdered. From an old and rare print.

ditions, lay in silence. The reply of the editor was a masterpiece. Although there is not room to present it herein in full, still one passage will serve to show that this man was a prophet.

"... You have courts and judges and juries; they find nothing against me. And now you come together for the purpose of driving me out,

over; the voice of conscience will at last be heard. And in some season of honest thought, even in this world, as you review the scenes of this hour you will be compelled to say: 'He was right. He was right.'"

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who were friendly to law, if for no reason of favor to the doctrines of the *Observer*, agreed to do what they could to prevent mob violence. A constable was appointed to guard Lovejoy's office, and the mayor decided to personally command the Law and Order League. A new press was put in a warehouse on Second street, on the night of Nov. 6, 1837,

THE NEW LOVEJOY MONUMENT.
Grand View Cemetery, Alton, Ill.

and as no mob appeared, it was believed that danger for the immediate was perhaps past. Therefore a portion of the guards was withdrawn. Among those who had assisted in raising the press into the third story of the warehouse, which was thought to be secure against mob attack, was the Rev. Edward Beecher, president of Illinois College, at Jacksonville. Mr. Beecher, thinking that matters

were temporarily in better light, returned the following night to his home. Early in the morning, however, the mob appeared, large in numbers and fully armed. Unheeding the appeals of the mayor and other officials who were present at the building, the mob leaders avowed their determination to have possession of the press at all hazards. Ladders were brought and lashed together, and thus the roof was gained and fired. The mob presently retreated and placed itself in ambush. Lovejoy came out, probably thinking he might still be able to influence the rabble by something he might say. He had scarcely shown himself ere five rifle bullets were buried in his body. He retreated within, and actually managed to climb to the second story before he fell.

Thus perished Lovejoy.

Immediately succeeding the news of his death, Rev. Beecher, in telling of how, when he had left Alton on the 6th, he had thought the indications more favorable to the safety of Lovejoy, concluded thus:

> "Vain hopes! How soon to be buried in a martyr's grave. Vain! did I say? No; they are not vain. Though dead he still speaketh, and a united world can never silence his voice. Ten thousand presses, had he employed them all, could never have done what the simple tale of his death will do. Up and down the mighty streams of the West his voice will go. It will penetrate the remotest corner of our land; it will be heard to the extremities of the civilized world." Another prophecy.

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VIRGINIA UNION UNIVERSITY.

*With Illustrations of the New Buildings.*

ON May 18, 1900, on an elevated plateau once crowned by formidable earthworks, a part of the defences of Richmond during the Civil War, the

the Virginia Union University, erected near Richmond, Va., principally through the labors and munificence of the Baptist Home Mission Society.

M. MACVICAR, LL.D., PRESIDENT VIRGINIA UNION UNIVERSITY.

eloquent and scholarly T. J. Morgan, LL.D., delivered a remarkable address, dedicating to the education and elevation of the Negro race the splendid buildings and attractive campus of

This society, organized in New York City in 1832, was more especially intended to promote the spread of Christianity, and where possible, of Baptist faith and church fellowship

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and suffered for the sake of what they believed to be the truth, is an unmistakable evidence of the necessity of

GEO. F. GENUNG, D.D.,
Dean Richmond Theological Seminary.

such institutions as will afford the greater souls of a down-trodden people that preparation for a great mission which will enable them to become the evangelists of mental, moral or religious awakening.

He advocated to the splendid and lasting architectural beauty and dignity of the new college buildings, as emblematic of a usefulness, not for months or decades, but for generations: a usefulness which shall gather virtue and dignity from the very antiquity of their continuous services as temples of Christian learning, religious worship and social elevation.

It was with unusual eloquence that the orator spoke of the fact that the completion and dedication of these buildings were "in harmony with the spirit of the age. We stand on the

threshold of the twentieth century looking back upon the most magnificent cycle of a hundred years in human history." Looking backward upon the vista of human progress, which from darkened and narrow paths had widened into the broad and effulgent status of existing civilization, he happily reverted to the humble elementary teachings of the founders of this work, in the narrow precincts of "pumpkin's jail," and the "academic, normal, collegiate and theological departments, which offer to their students a range of studies and a breadth of culture, comparing favorably with similar institutions, established and maintained

REV. GEORGE R. HOVEY,
Dean Wayland College.

for the training of young men, who are the heirs of a thousand years of civilization and education."

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It does one good in this era of
little-souled teachers in great univer-
sities to hear or even to read such
sentiments as the following: "This
institution symbolizes liberty; God
has implanted in every human heart
the desire for freedom. Every
healthy normal being who has come
to a full consciousness of his dignity
as a child of God, desires to be
master of himself, to choose his own
occupation, determine his own domi-
cile, direct his own movements, be
recognized by his fellows as an indi-
vidual capable of self-direction and
under the necessity of calling no man
master." . . . "Every generation re-
quires the training which schools only
can impart, that shall prepare its
members to take their place in
society and meet the increasing
duties and obligations devolving
upon them; each generation needing
a broader culture and a more thor-
ough training than its predecessor,
because of the enlarging sphere of
human duties and the growing com-
plexity of modern life."

"In addition to this general need of preparation for life, the young Negro men and women of today are confronted with the fact that race prejudice and traditional inferiority impose conditions upon them which amount practically to a kind of bondage."

"The founders of this institution have not stopped to inquire minutely and critically as to whether the Negro is the equal with the white man or not, but they have recognized in him a man, made in the image of God, endowed with capacities for knowing

and doing, and have sought through
the instrumentality of learning and
training, to awaken in him all his
dormant powers, and to stimulate
him to put forth his best efforts to
achieve all that it is possible for him
to achieve in this life."

"If we should admit," he contin-
ued, "for the sake of argument
merely, the inferiority of the colored
race, I submit that even that does
not constitute any valid reason
against making provision for their
education. Their weakness, instead
of being an argument against it, is
an argument in favor of it, in order
that they may not suffer unduly by
their natural inferiority, if they have
such. Besides this, those who seek
the welfare of the so-called "superior
race" could probably do it in no
better way than in providing schools
of learning for the colored people;
for their success and even their
rivalry would be a stimulus and a
spur that would have a tremendous
influence in hastening the develop-
ment of the so-called superior race."

We regret that space forbids the
publication of many other timely,
forcible and eloquent sayings, which
plainly and unmistakably declared
the purpose of the Virginia Union
University to be to fit its colored
graduates for any position in life, and
so far as possible to demand for him
the recognition of all truly just, gen-
erous, and manly and womanly Chris-
tian souls. It would, however, be
unjust not only to the speaker, but to
our readers were we to omit the whole

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of his references to the "defects of industrial education." He says:

"In the current discussions of today much is said about the 'industrial education' of the Negro, in contradistinction to their so-called 'higher education.' The distinction between the two types or degrees of education is not always clearly marked. There is a class of publicists who, when they speak of the need of industrial education, seem to have in mind the idea that the Negroes are a class by themselves, destined to be 'hewers of wood and drawers of water,' and that consequently the great desideratum is to give them that skill of hand by which they shall become producers, self-supporters. Reduced to its lowest terms, this means that they as 'the laboring class' are to be taught only trades, handicrafts, including farming, carpentering, blacksmithing, brickmaking, shoemaking, and other branches of industry known as the mechanic arts. Too much cannot

be said in favor of such practical training of the young of the rising generation of any class of people as shall lead them to look upon labor as dignified, and shall seek to give to each individual such mastery of himself and of such a trade as shall secure for him and his a decent living.

"Any theory of education, however, which stops with this rudimentary training in trades, is essentially defective. In the first place it will utterly fail of accomplishing its own purpose. He who is only a laborer will be a poor laborer; he who is only a mechanic will be a poor mechanic. Every scheme of industrial training which begins with making a student master of the rudiments of industry, should look to that training of the brain, that enlargement of the outlook, that quickening of the intelligence, that shall develop among the multitude the few master minds capable of becoming captains of industry."

## MISS WILKINS, M.D.

### Or, The Millville Mystery.

### EDWARD ELMORE BROCK.

WHEN the last touches had been given to the old Gray Cottage by the painters and carpenters, in the effort to make it more habitable after its having been vacant for two years or more, there was a restless curiosity among the villagers as to whom the new occupant was to be. That it was to be tenanted by someone foreign to the neighborhood was no longer

a speculative conjecture, since the executors of the Gray estate had vouched this much information, without going further into the details.

And it so happened that on the morning of the day upon which the future tenant's things were drawn up in front of the newly painted stoop, that there were any number of the villagers whose especial business it

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was to pass back and forth in front of the house, in the endeavor to get a closer view of the newcomer. And as she came up the main street of Millville on this beautiful cloudless morning in June, her ears, even had they wished to, could not be deaf to the many criticisms that were passed upon her.

"Yes," said Silas Godfrey to Isaac Newcomb, just as they came abreast of her, "she's a mighty likely lookin' miss, sort o' uppish lookin' though, you can see that. I don't think she'll be took to by our folks hereabouts,— that is, on the go-off; but p'haps she'll kind a thaw out after a little."

"Don't judge her too quickly, Silas," answered his companion. "Give her time, Silas. Yes, give her time, and mebbe she'll turn out better than you think."

"At any rate, I hope so," replied Silas Godfrey gravely. And as they continued their walk on down the street the subject suddenly switched off onto other matters.

"Umph!" sneered Mrs. Dora Richardson, as she leaned over her gate opposite the Gray Cottage, while chatting with her friend, Nance Little. "Needn't be a holdin' her head so high, as though she was all the Lord ordered. Just as good folks in Millville as she ever dared t' be. Didn't even deign t' notice us. Seems t' me, Nance, if 'twas me a movin' 'mong strangers, I wouldn't a passed 'em by without bowin', anyway. She's from the city, I swa'th, or else she'd a had better manners."

There is no telling just how far she would have run on in this strain, had

not just at this juncture their attention been diverted from the newcomer by a rough-and-tumble fight between two dogs across the street.

"It's strange t' me," said Adrian Marsh, head deacon in the first Baptist Church of Millville, and whose homestead joined the Gray Cottage, speaking across the table to his wife as they sat at supper that same night, "that Bluxome would rent the Gray Cottage to a lone woman, 'specially without ascertainin' somethin' of the feelings of the neighbors in the matter. It's a very queer piece of business, to my thinkin', and he will certainly know my feelings in regards to it tomorrow. He ought certainly to know that in a Christian community like Millville such a thin' will not be tolerated. Who knows anythin' as to who or what this woman is? Not a soul in Millville, and I dare say not even Bluxome himself; and still, I suppose we'll be expected to extend to her the right hand o' fellowship and admit her into the sanctity of our homes. As one endeavorin' to live an upright life, I'm not averse to doin' this, but then we certainly ought to know somethin' of her past life, that's how I feel about the matter."

He had talked on so rapidly that it was not until he reached over to replenish his empty plate that Mrs. Marsh got a chance to get in a word edgewise.

Anne Marsh was one of those practical little women who always weighed everything in the balance ere she would allow herself to express an opinion, but when she did speak her words had considerable

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weight. So when her husband had reseated himself she said:

"Adrian Marsh, I be ashamed o' ye, to be allowin' yourself to run on likes o' that manner; you who's always a pridin' yourself on your Christianity and the hopefulness o' a future life. Now, I ain't agoin' to sit here and have ye a talkin' likes o' that. Don't it say in the Bible likes o' this: 'Judge ye not wrongfully, lest ye too shall stand condemned in the eyesight o' the Lord?' You don't know neither but what she may be all right; so I say wait awhile in your judgment for fear you'll be a kickin' yourself for bein' too hasty later on."

It was seldom that Adrian Marsh and his wife became involved in an argument, nor did he intend that there should be one in the present case. Therefore he merely said: "Mebbe you be a right after all, mother; yes, we'll wait and see."

A month passed, and still the people of Millville did not succeed in getting any nearer to a solution of the mysterious stranger than they had the first day she came among them. That there was some mystery — of love and romance — concealed beneath this seclusion on her part, had long since become a gossiping rumor throughout the village, and conjectures were rife on every hand, although when traced to their true sources they evaporated into nothing positive, any more than anything positive was even known as to her maintenance. One rumor, but from what source was never definitely learned, was to the effect that she

had had a sailor lover who had sailed away a year before, never to be seen or heard of — he or his ship — since that time; and that broken-hearted she had simply drifted to Millville. This rumor was somewhat strengthened, since often long into the night a light was seen burning in a certain room of the Gray Cottage. Silas Godfrey couched his sentiments in regard to it thus:

"She's a keepin' it a light fur him, I reckon, when he comes back frum the sea."

But if Millville was in a fever of excitement before, the ripple was still further broadened when the people awoke one morning to see hanging over the doorway of the Gray Cottage a small sign with the following inscription:

MISS WILKINS, M.D.

Thus by this means they received the first inkling as to who the newcomer was, or what her mission among them intended to be. But for some time previous to this, it had been noticed that once a week she would leave the house with a large, well-wrapped, though oddly shaped bundle, and would take the train going to the city, always returning in a like manner. This peculiar proceeding was looked upon by the neighbors as being somewhat queer, and they were not lukewarm in expressing their sentiments anent the affair; more especially since not a case of sickness in the village had

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ever been known to come to the
female physician. That she should
continue to reside in Millville and
yet get no practice only served to
envelop the mystery in a deeper
haze.

So when Mrs. Richardson came
out upon the porch to get the morn-
ing paper the newsboy had left and
saw the little sign swinging to and
fro in the zephyrous breeze, she gave
vent to a fit of laughter as she hurried
back to the dining-room where her
husband was at breakfast, to proclaim
the news.

"For the land's sake, Hiram, what
d' you think?" And as he simply
gave a negative nod of the head, she
continued: "Why, the new neighbor
across the way is a doctor,— a
woman doctor. Now what in the
name o' the Lord d' you suppose
Millville needs with a woman doctor,
'specially when old Doctor Flanders
don't get 'nough practice t' eke out a
decent living? All's I've got to say
she'll have t' pull up stumps here if
she don't want t' starve to death."

"Umph!" soliloquized Silas Godfrey to himself, as he passed the Gray Cottage on the way to his shop, after looking up at the sign: "Won't get any practice in Millville, I'm a thinkin'. Never was much on women doctors, anyhow; old Flanders is quite good 'nough for all the Godfrey family, and when he ain't easy to hand,— well, there's always plenty o' caster ile, liniments, jimsen weeds, sass'fras, an' the likes o' that on hand for emergency."

Old grey-haired Doctor Flanders
closed the door upon the one solitary

patient that had entered his office
that day, and as he re-entered his
office, might easily have been heard
to remark:

"Umph! a woman doctor, they say. Just one case for me today. I wonder where she'll come in? Poor outlook for any kind of a physician, I'm a thinking. Well, she's welcome to all the practice that don't come this way." And he gave just the slightest chuckle of a laugh.

In fact, ere the sun had ascended
far on its course in the sky, the whole
of Millville was apprised with the
news of the woman doctor.

The next morning the Rev. Charles
Calvin, pastor of the First Baptist
Church of Millville, sitting at his
desk in his cosy study, had put the
finishing touches to his sermons for
the following Sabbath's services, and
had started once again upon the
chapters of a religious novel on
which he had been at work for some
time. Suddenly he stopped, and
putting his pen down looked over
toward his wife, who sat half-inclined
on a couch reading a late magazine,
and remarked:

"No use; I can't write any more
on my book this morning, dear,
especially while my thoughts are of
other things."

"Why, what's troubling you?"
asked his wife in a sympathetic tone.

"I have just realized that I've
been so busy lately in regards to
my literary efforts that I have been
blinded to my ministerial duty. You
know for some time there has been a
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not so far been in attendance at any
of our services, and as the pastor of
this parish I have certainly neglected
my duty in not calling upon her.
There has, too, I learn, been much
unfavorable comment in reference to
her since she came here; that being
the case, it is more than imperative
that we should call to see her, and
endeavor to get her in attendance at
our meetings."

"I, too, have been thinking seri-
ously lately over this same matter,
dear," replied his wife, "and had in-
tended speaking to you in reference
to it, but thought it best to wait until
you had finished your book. But
now that you have broached the
subject, suppose we drop over to see
her this evening?"

"Very well, we'll do so right after
supper."

That evening their knock was
answered by Miss Wilkins, who after
a cordial greeting ushered them into
the parlor,— a room while not lux-
uriantly furnished, bore all the deft-
ness of exquisite feminine touches.
After the minister and his wife had
become snugly ensconsed in their
seats, the conversation drifted pleas-
antly from one subject to another,
until at last it fell upon the profes-
sional woman.

"Yes," said Reverend Calvin, "I
am glad to see the independent spirit
manifesting itself in the gentler sex
to invade more and more the pro-
fessions; it's a healthy tone of the
times. Now take your profession,—
that of medicine,— it is one of the
greatest"—

He did not get a chance to com-
plete the sentence, being interrupted
by Miss Wilkins, who at this juncture
gave vent to a fit of laughter.

"M-e-d-i-c-i-n-e, me a physician;
how absurd!" And again she burst
forth into laughter, while the Rever-
end and his wife looked on in be-
wilderment.

"I have a profession," she went
on, "but it is not a medical one.
Come." And as she arose she beck-
oned them to follow. Reaching the
rear end of the room she drew aside
the portierres through which an
entrance was gained to the next
room, and as she did so the pastor
and his wife were more bewildered
than ever. They saw before them a
room around whose walls were ar-
ranged any number of shelves, upon
which were dolls of all varieties,— the
very dreams of the dressmakers' and
milliners' art. A long, bare table oc-
cupied the center of the room, on
which were many others in various
stages of disrepair: some without eyes,
some without legs, and some without
heads. There were also bowls of
pinkish and red paints, brushes, lumps
of wax, a profusion of wigs, and
many other tools used by doll-
makers. On the table also was a
typewritten letter, which Miss Wil-
kins took therefrom and handed to
the reverend gentleman to read. It
was from one of the large department
stores, and ran:

MISS LOUISA WILKINS, Millville.

*Dear Miss:* We have been re-
ferred to you by Messrs. Thatcher,
Simpson & Thatcher, who inform us

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that you have been employed by
them for a number of years.

We are preparing for our annual
summer clearance sale, and find that
we have any number of dolls left
over from last year's stock which we
wish to put on sale at that time, but
find many of them shopworn, while
some are sadly in need of repairs.
This being in your line, we would be

glad to have you call at our store at
your earliest convenience.

Very truly yours,
R. H. LACY & CO.

And thus once again Millville was
in a state of feverish excitement when
it learned the news: that the woman
doctor was not a woman doctor at
all, but merely a mender of dolls.

D. AUGUSTUS STRAKER, DETROIT, MICH.

THE unsettled condition of society
everywhere is the reason for calling
attention to this subject. In speaking
of man in society I do so regarding
him in the most comprehensive
term—mankind. It is conceded
that society in its economic and social
state is at unrest everywhere. The
nineteenth century has seen the development
of man in art, science
and literature, in a greater degree
than ever before witnessed. Upon
the stage of human activity during
this, what may be termed golden
age of thought, have appeared men
and women who have given to society
for its highest development the
sublimest thoughts and deeds—Tennyson,
Gladstone, Bismarck, Holmes,
Tolstoi, Huxley, Spencer, Froude, Rbenstein,
Newman, Manning, Frances
Willard, Susan B. Anthony, Harriet
Beecher Stowe, and others, have lived
and died, as bright stars in the constellation
of human thought and activity.
The harmony of the progress
of man has rolled on, evolving, by

invention and discovery, the hidden
powers of nature and the hitherto
unknown capacity of human intellect,
bearing witness that God made man
in his own image. This expression,
as delivered unto us by the Scriptures,
is vast in its extent of meaning. It
involves man's possibilities, spiritually
and materially, and declares them limitless.
Its corollary, showing how
these possibilities are to be reached,
is again given us by teachings of the
Holy Word, in the language of the
great teacher of mankind, Christ the
Savior, in his precept: "Be ye perfect
even as God your Father in heaven
is perfect." These two declarations,
evidence that man was created a
 creature of development along a
ladder, social and spiritual, with one
end upon the earth, God's footstool,
and the other reaching unto the heavens,
at the foot of his throne. Thus
to attain this stage, man's social attributes
must be developed. The
social nature of man is the distinguishing
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brute creation. Where instinct leaves off reason commences for the use of society, just as a distinguished divine has truly said: "Where reason ends faith begins," for the purposes of the immortality of the soul. In all this man's first need is opportunity. This earth is the stage of man's opportunity for the development of his higher powers, higher than the brute, and for higher purposes. God gave man dominion over the earth; for what purpose but to develop his powers upon the earth? And what is society, but man's development upon the earth in the aggregate? In order to perfect this development, man has need of society, as established by a law as unerring as that of any other natural law; namely, the law of the selection of affinities. As water and oil do not mix, neither will man and brute associate for mutual development. Hence for mutual development man must have his affinity, which is his fellowman. In society this development begins with the family in the marital state, and treads its way through government, science, art, literature, morality and industry. This last is the handmaid by which the others move in their spheres. Society is said to have arisen through man's need in his primitive condition, which is but another expression for the selection of his affinities, which always take place where weakness and strength combine for an end. It is so in peace and in war.

But society differentiates in its selection as do the laws of atoms, in establishing the principle of "the survival of the fittest"; not meaning,

as I take it, "might over right," or oppression or power over weakness, but an equal opportunity in competition.

In the selection of affinities the law of harmony prevails as unerringly as the sun shines by day, the moon by night, the planets revolve in their course, and the seasons recur in their periods, but all under the law, and yet one star differeth from another in glory and magnitude. It is then the duty of man to enlarge and promote the enlargement of opportunity for the development of mankind, in all that pertains to his advancement beyond the brute creation. These are laws enjoined upon us from creation. And yet it appears in divers periods of man's history upon earth, that a constant struggle has been going on through the violation of the laws of human development—the individual has been swallowed up in society, and to his disadvantage. Society has moored off the original plan, to supply the needs of mankind in an orderly and effective manner, and is launched anew into a protecting organization of the classes against the masses, instead of protecting the masses against the classes. The first idea of social organization was doubtless of a tribal character, for the purpose of government. This form of government grew and developed, until social and religious interest were divided into religious and social classes, for moral and industrial purposes, dominating the central idea, and constricting the freedom of selection of affinities, thus introducing centralized power, instead of equal

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opportunity. This was first seen in
the struggle for religious liberty, or
the opportunity to worship God ac-
cording to the dictates of man's con-
science. The Roman Empire in its
rule over the world gave the rein of
human control in nearly every re-
spect to the Church, and by this
method swallowed up the State in
the Church. Ecclesiastical corpora-
tions as trustees for material wealth,
taught human greed to the extent
of having the few benefited without
reciprocal advantage to the many.
The masses were hoodwinked by
the cloak of ecclesiastical rights and
ceremonies from observing their in-
dividual rights, which they unwit-
tingly turned over to the few. Hu-
man endeavor was circumscribed, and
human distinctions arose in the divi-
sion of tribune and plebian. The
original plan of dividing the spoils of
war among the victors, soon changed
into dividing the spoils of war between
the king or emperor and his few chiefs,
and thus an aristocracy of classes
arose, and individual endeavor was
restricted in its opportunity for gen-
eral advancement and development.
Even in war religious monasteries,
too, circumscribed education within
its walls. The opportunity to read
the Holy Scriptures was denied the
masses, and shrouded in a language
not generally spoken, and only by
the few understood.

Under this system frauds were per-
petrated, and the civil statute of
Mortmains held sway, by which the
property of the individual at his
death, instead of entering the com-
munity of the masses from which it

had been gathered, and like a river
flowing into the sea of human en-
deavor, was by corporate methods
meandered into a lake having no
outlet, as are most organizations of
today of corporate nature: political,
social or industrial. Thus men at an
early time began to consolidate and
control the few over the many, and
the original purpose of society was
thus turned from its primitive pur-
pose of the necessities of mankind to
the benefit of the rulers. The press
assailed this innovation upon the
original principles of human society,
and this usurpation of human govern-
ment, which had the general accre-
tion of corporate character and the
right to govern, reached the belief
that "the king could do no wrong,
and that the Pope was Peter's vice-
regent," to whom the latter had in-
trusted the keys of the Church, which
by a singular construction of ecclesi-
astical power meant also the State;
until thus, concrete control reached
the high idea that it could and should
control human speech, and any utter-
ance which was deemed reflectory
upon the integrity of the ruler was
deemed treason.

Opportunity as given by God to
mankind, and not to a few, to seek
and promote its highest development
as a race of beings, and reason so
given that in the competition for
development man could have do-
minion over the brute creation, was
so deprived him that it had become
intolerable to the English barons at
Runnymede. There the protest for
enlarged opportunity in civil affairs
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Charta of human rights, in greater opportunity for human suffrage, was demanded, and reluctantly granted by a feeble-minded king. In the twelfth century began the struggle for greater opportunity among the English barons — a struggle which increased in strength with opposition, a struggle which soon found that society not only in its form of government, but in all its parts, was assuming the attitude of the tyrant and oppressor, instead of the protector and benefactor, and the individual was fast being driven from social protection into exile, under the pretence of being too weak, because ignorant, poor, uneducated, black, Chinese, Indian or the like; and that the law of human rights, the right to be governed only by your own consent, the right to enjoy the blessing of government as founded for the welfare and happiness of all mankind, was fast slipping away from its grantors.

This condition, born of wrong and oppression, but which some choose to deem a physical development, only expressing itself in "the survival of the fittest," is still with us at the present day, manifesting itself in periods of social upheaval. Civilization is a growth, and is only acquired by the opportunity for the individual to grow. It is, indeed, but the maximum growth of the individual, as barbarism is man in his lowest condition, without opportunity for development in the exercise of reason in the activities of life. Opportunity is greater or less in proportion to the scope of freedom. Hence slavery is

always seen in its effort to deprive its victims of opportunity. Slavery is the lowest scale of human freedom. It cuts off the opportunity of the subject to develop. He is kept within the lowest compass. All slavery is alike in effect though differing in kind and application. Dominion having been given by God to man could not have been intended to be exercised by man over himself, but over another of a different type; hence it is that man innately resents slavery in all its forms.

This has been made manifest at certain periods. Sometimes by classes, as seen in social religious struggles, as in the Reformation of the sixteenth century. At other times by individuals, beginning with Moses in Egypt, and followed by St. Paul during the Christian era, and by Cromwell in England, Luther in Germany, Joan of Arc in France, Tousaint L'Overture in Hayti, William the Silent in the Netherlands, and Washington and Lincoln in the United States. In all these struggles it has been the endeavor of the reformer to give mankind a greater opportunity for development. The first evidence of freedom of social development is seen in the condition of the social-civic world. This is the great question which presents itself for man's consideration at the present time. There is a social upheaval everywhere, and in different forms. Everywhere discontent rests among the masses. In the last fifty years certain social orders and organizations have arisen, some directed at reform of existing evils, others tend

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to destruction of society in any representative form whatever. The cry is unequal taxation and no representation. Unequal taxation is unequal representation. Social disorder is the product of social discontent. This calls for a readjustment of opportunity, a greater opportunity than is now possessed by a large majority of the masses. When we look around what do we find to be the condition of the masses? I reply, unequal opportunity and unjust restraint. Instead of a government of the people there is a government by the few. In short, the present form of representative government if not a total failure, is manifest injustice, inasmuch as the consent of the governed is destroyed. The divine right of kings has been substituted for the divine right of wealth and monopolies. As soon as a few men acquire wealth, instead of seeking to benefit mankind by their wealth, they seek to put the iron foot of restraint and exclusion upon their fellowman, and to build a Chinese wall around their wealth to prevent its dissemination. Thus it is we see vast corporations, trusts and monopolies controlling the function of government, created "by the people for the people"; thus it is we see rich men walking in the presence of the poor, offering to bestow charities in the building of poorhouses and establishing of charitable associations, and giving large donations of money for the poor and the building of costly churches and almshouses, while it denies an equal opportunity with itself to secure the means of honorable

support. Ralph Waldo Emerson said: "Give no bounties; make equal laws, secure life and property, and you need not give alms. Open the doors of opportunity to talent and virtue, and they will do themselves justice, and property will not be in bad hands." Men are not mendicants by choice, but by necessity. They dislike to receive alms instead of rights from those whom they have enabled to get riches. They only ask greater opportunity to exercise their skill and labor, and for just and adequate compensation. They demand that these barriers to self-development be thrown down, or they will tear them down themselves. This is the social disorder of which so many people complain, and which they sometimes falsely call *anarchy* and *socialism*. This is the condition which confronts us today. It is not a theory, but a condition; a condition from which the people will assuredly rid themselves, as did the English barons at Runnymede and the American colonies in 1776, a condition so fearful in its results as to cause so profound a philosopher as Professor Huxley to say: "If there is no hope of a large improvement of the condition of the greater part of the human family, I would welcome the advent of some kindly comet to sweep it all away." This is not the language of some ward politician, nor office seeker, nor anarchist, nor even trades unionist, but the sober contemplation of a profound philosopher. And what has caused Professor Huxley to thus exclaim? It is because he finds

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that social development is being hindered and retarded, so that what should be evidence of the progress of mankind is in truth and fact man's retrogression. That our social development is unsound at the core; that riches, the development of science, the progress of art, the advancement of bare literary achievement, the telegraph, the telephone, the steam railway, electricity, are only developments of the brain and not the heart, and that by an inverse ratio as science advances, social development of the human family either stands still or retrogrades. In London, Eng., with its magnificent edifices, its luxury in wealth, its advancement in science and in art, its extended commerce, thirty per cent of its population are of the poor class. In thirty-seven districts, with a population of 1,179,000 people, forty to sixty per cent of said people are poor. Read the condition of the people of London in 1842, as depicted by Charles Kingsley in his novel "Alton Locke," and say whether or not the social condition of the laboring classes has kept apace with what is termed civilization. Investigate the slums of New York, enter the tenement of the working classes in that great city as elsewhere, and tell what availeth it in ameliorating so sad a condition of mankind. That science produces the telegraph, the telephone, or that the locomotive speeds its way at a mile a minute, proves not civil progress. The labor strikes which have occurred in this and other countries mean more than what they seem. They are the har

bingers of social revolution such as the Netherlands produced, and which are so graphically described by Motley in his "Rise and Fall of the Dutch Republic"; such as the sixteenth century witnessed in the fall of the Bourbons in France; and such as took Charles I. of England to the scaffold. In each of these periods the cry was for greater opportunity for the masses, more equity and less law in the privileges of social development, an overhauling of social tendencies, an investigation of the causes of poverty and crime. A greater opportunity for human development will lessen crime and ignorance among the masses. "Society," says Kidd, "is being organized by classes into huge battalions, the avowed object of which is, making war on each other. We have syndicates, corporations, federations of capital, on the one side, and trades unions and federations of labor on the other; and all this is called by the scientific phrase of 'social phenomena.' And the remedy called for is the education of the masses." But Mr. Henry George declares that "to educate men who must be condemned to poverty is but to make them restive. To base on a state of most glaring social inequality, under which men are theoretically only equal, to stand a pyramid on its apex." Mr. de Lavaleye a few years ago said: "The message of the eighteenth century to man is: 'Thou shall cease to be slaves of nobles and despots who oppress thee.'" Says another: "Only one hundred years ago society was apart; since then

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the wants and requirements of every part is regulated by economic laws, bewildering in their intricacy. With a nervous system of five million miles of telegraph wire and an arterial system of railway, the old bonds of society have been loosened, old forces are becoming extinct, whole classes have been swept away, and new classes have arisen. Vast displacements of population have, and are still, taking place. In this change the rich grow richer and the poor grow poorer. Wealth is attributed to the introduction of machinery, which increases capital by reducing production to a minimum. But what does it profit the worker that knowledge grows, if all the appliances of science are not to lighten his labor? Wealth may accumulate, and public and private magnificence may have reached a point never before attained in the history of the world; but wherein is society the better if the Nemesis of poverty still sits, like a hollow-eyed specter, at the feast?"

I would fain stop here and content myself with what I have said concerning the social development of mankind but I am constrained to ask attention a few moments longer, while I refer to the injustice of society, in withholding full opportunity to any of its members for full social and manhood development. Society may be likened unto a chain: it is only as strong as its weakest link. It is only truly strong when all its links are equal in power and constituency.

It is known that in our midst exists a class of people who have been shut

out from social development for upwards of two hundred and fifty years, excluded from all social privileges, under a cruel and relentless system of human bondage, in which no social privilege or right of manhood development was permitted them. Human competition for the development of true manhood ripening into the image of the Divine Creator is denied this class—the survival of the fittest is not allowed, for in competition only can such result be achieved. There can be no fittest where there is no just and equal competition, and yet we know such deprivation is shown to a class of human beings, and is still exercised towards them today upon no other grounds than a deep-seated prejudice against their color. Hear what Mr. Laird Cloues of England has said upon this phrase of the question "of greater opportunity for the Negro," which is but equal opportunity for all. "In the midst of democratic civilization," says he, "and under its forms and cover, the war of races is waged as effectively as in any other state of society."

Throughout the South the social position of the man in whose veins Negro blood courses is unalterably fixed at birth. The child may grow to be wise, to be wealthy, to be trusted even with responsibilities of office, but he always bears with him the visible marks of his origin, and these marks condemn him to remain forever at the bottom of the social ladder. To incur this condemnation he need not be by any means black;

a quarter, an eighth, nay, a sixteenth
of African blood is sufficient to deprive
him of all chances of social equality.
A white man may be ignorant, vicious
and poor, and every opportunity is
afforded him to progress in the march
of life, but the black or colored man,
no matter what his personal merits
may be, is ruthlessly shut out. A
line has been drawn, and he who
from either side crosses that line has
to pay the penalty. If it be the
Negro who dares to cross, cruelty
and violence chase him promptly
back again, or kill him for his temer-
ity. If he be white, ostracism is the
recognized penalty. All this, and
more, particularly and characteris-
tically within the pale of that vigor-
ous Anglo-Saxon civilization of which
we are so proud, and which to many
of us is associated with all the most
worthy ideals of liberty, religion and
government that the race has evolved.
This is the language of the Anglo-
Saxon himself, in which is so truly
depicted the inequalities of social
privileges between the white and
black citizens, and proves the neces-
sity for greater opportunity for the
weaker race, for full manhood devel-
opment. Says one: "Broadly speak-
ing, the social problem is a problem
of how to so organize the world that
all men may be equally secure in the
material means and social resources
needful for a complete life. The
hope of the social reformer is to open
wide the gates of opportunity, so that
every creature, from the least to the
greatest, may make his life a moral
adventure and a joy, and exhaust his

possibilities in the thing he can do
best. All that is good in civilization
must be for equal use of all, in order
that each man may make his life
most worth while to the common life
and to himself; and there must be
equal freedom for each to choose the
work that will best fulfill his serving
capacity and individuality."

This question of social equality is
greatly misunderstood or studiously
perverted. It is confounded with do-
mestic rights, which means the rights
of the home or family. With these I
have nothing to do. The laws of
individual selection govern, and not
the laws of society. It is no good
excuse why a colored man should be
denied employment in a store, bank
or vocation of a trade because he is
black, any more than to give employ-
ment to a white man because he is
white. This is social prejudice; and
as no man would submit to be tried
for his life, or submit his property
rights to a jury prejudiced against
him, so ought no man to hold preju-
dice against his fellow in his struggle
for manhood's development. The
distinction is a difference only in
mode, but is exactly alike in princi-
ple. It is no excuse to reply: "Am
I my brother's keeper?" If you are
a patriot you will love your country's
citizens. It is well known that a
colored man or woman in these
United States is handicapped in their
effort for social development. He is
indeed the opportunity for develop-
ment along the lines of industrial
effort, by the very classes who them-
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opportunity. Trades unions in one
way or another exclude him from
their craft. He is denied the knowl-
edge of handicraft by those possessing
the knowledge of the same. He is
excluded from the counting-house,
the merchant's store, the office and the
club. He may be a janitor, but can-
not be a clerk; he may be a porter
on a steam-car, but not a conductor;
he may sweep the lawyer's office, but
cannot become his law-partner, his
typewriter, or his stenographer; he
may buy of the merchant, but cannot
become his clerk; he may carry the
hod, but cannot contract for the
building. He is confined to a few
vocations, as teacher, preacher, or
farmer. He receives alternately kicks,
and blessings grudgingly bestowed.
To what does all this tend? It inevi-
tably must disorganize the elements
of society, and set them warring, one
with the other. It dwarfs the mind
and debases morals. I am at a loss
for the philosophy which impels a
man to endow a college with ten
thousand dollars, and then subse-
quently impels him to refuse service
of one of its graduates, in any civil
employment he may be engaged in,
on the ground of color or race. But
the greater question is, what will be
the effect of this general system of
ostracism on the laboring classes in
general and the Negro in particular?
And what is the remedy for such a
social condition? I do not believe
that the money question is the chief
discordant condition of the elements
of society in the United States, since
this discord is to be found well nigh

in every civilized community in the
world. This term civilization, when
viewed in the light of our social
troubles, is itself an anachronism
and a source of ridicule. It is not so
much as to how far right the mone-
tary ratio of 16 to 1 is, as in the lan-
guage of the Irishman, "The trouble
is nothing to ate." The effort at re-
form should not itself draw distinc-
tions, for the reason sought to be
remedied is common to all. We are
confronted with a condition, not a
theory. The condition is one of re-
striction of human development and
energy. Beginning with the tax sys-
tem, as at present practised and fol-
lowed by corporations and corporate
trusts, charter franchises, and even
clubs and societies, the practice is to
restrict the benefits to be derived to
the few. Why is it that we have of
late so many clubs of all kinds, from
the Cooks' Club to the Federation of
Labor Clubs and the Political Clubs?
It is because the individual finds
society in its dealings unable to
benefit the masses. The individual
must join the club to get the benefit
of society; he then restricts others as
he was restricted. He must join the
concentrated power of the few over
the many, or else be crushed in the
march of its Juggernaut. Some say
education of the masses is the great
need; but Henry George in his
"Progress and Poverty" truly says:
"Education is only education so far
as it enables a man to move effect-
ively, and use his natural powers.
Compel a man to drudgery for the
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he will lose the incentive to industry. If you would have the slave show the virtues of the freeman, you must make him free." By this is not meant to take the shackles and fetters from his limbs only, but from his endeavors to rise in the scale of progress. It is the fullness of injustice to tie a man's hands and feet and then bid him walk.

A greater opportunity is needed for the betterment of mankind. A greater opportunity is needed for those who are struggling along the pathway of life in their endeavor to rise in the march of progress and civilization. I therefore appeal to you of the stronger race to help the weaker. I appeal to you to discern between taking one into your home or your family, and giving him an opportunity to labor so that he may develop such a manhood as is in him. I appeal to you to remember that love of country means love of its highest welfare, in which is included all of its citizens. I appeal to you to remember that in sending our citizens to foreign shores to aid a struggling race to obtain their God-given rights, and to maintain national honor, we have entered a page of civilization brighter and more noble than the world has ever seen since Christ died for man. I appeal to you to remember that those you would shut out at home from securing an opportunity to develop themselves in civil, industrial and political advancement,

stood by you in this struggle with Spain, shoulder to shoulder at Siboney and San Juan, showing bravery and courage hitherto unsurpassed in warfare. I appeal to you for greater opportunity for this race of people whom I believe, in the near future, God will bring out of the furnace of oppression strong and noble sons and daughters of this Republic. The polished ebony is no less beautiful than the crystal marble, but both need the hands of the sculptor or artisan to evolve its beauties; so likewise man needs opportunity for development of all his powers, that he may appear in the image of his Creator, and become a noble and useful citizen to his country.

I believe the time is near at hand when race prejudice will be a thing of the past in these United States. There will be a Bodicea of modern times, who will assert the rights of her sex; as there will be a Moses among us who will melt the heart of the Pharaohs of modern times. Christianity will make manifest the peace of good-will towards all man, among high and low, rich and poor, black and white alike.

"Let us pray that come it may,
As come it will for a' that;
That sense and worth o'er a' that earth
May bear the gru and a' that;
For a' that and a' that
It's coming yet for a' that
That man and man the world o'er
Shall brothers be for a' that."

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HERE AND THERE,

Rev. JAMES H. HOLMES.

A PALL of sorrow enveloped the
preparation of the holiday festivities
in our historical city upon the James,

service with the above church began
in 1855 as deacon, from which he
was elected pastor, in which capacity
he served thirty-four years, making
his influence for good felt wherever
he went. Rich and poor, Jew and
Gentile, came to pay their last respects,
while churches, organizations and
colleges sent resolutions of condo-
lence. A diamond needs no beautiful
setting to display its lustre. So the
Rev. Dr. Holmes surpassed the sur-
roundings of his day and time.

Dr. David A. Ferguson was born
in Portsmouth, Ohio, June 8, 1875.
He began the study of dentistry in
June, 1889, at Bowling Green, Ky.,

THE LATE REV. JAMES H. HOLMES.
Richmond, Va.

casting a gloom which will take time
in its wingless flight many days
to dispel. No denomination, creed,
sect, race or political belief was in
question as to the sorrow caused by
the death of Rev. Dr. James H.
Holmes, late pastor of the First Bap-
tist Church of Richmond, Va.

The reformed drunkard, the way-
ward woman, the agnostic, the blas-
phemer, all bowed to the inevitable
will of our Supreme Ruler, thankful
for the contact which had brought
them under the kind influence of this
man of God.

He was born in King and Queen
County, Va., Dec. 9, 1826. His

DR. DAVID A. FERGUSON.
Richmond, Va.

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in the office of Dr. E. T. Barr. In 1892 he returned to Portsmouth, Ohio, and entered the office of Dr. C. P. Dennis, at the same time attending

cate to practice, until the regular meeting of the State Board on June 12, 1900, at which date he appeared before the Virginia State Board of Dental Examiners, was successful, and is the first colored dentist ever given a certificate by that state. He is now located at Richmond, Va., and is advocating, through THE COLORED AMERICAN MAGAZINE, the organization of a Colored National Dental Association, to meet annually.

Allen A. Wesley, A.B., M.D., of Chicago, Ill., is late major and surgeon U.S.V.I., president of staff and attending surgeon to the Provident Hospital, member of American Medical Association, Chicago Medical Society, Association of Military Surgeons of the United States, etc. Dr. Wesley prepared a very able and exhaustive paper on "The Spanish-American War as seen by the

ALONZO MILTON SKRINE.

New York, N. Y.

Author of the poem "The Negro's Worth," published in our December issue.

the Portsmouth High School, from which he was graduated in June, 1896. In October, 1896, he entered Howard University at Washington, D. C., to complete his course in dentistry. Having had seven years of experience before entering college, he had no trouble in leading his class, which was graduated in May, 1899, and he also gained a reputation as a skilled operator at the dental infirmary. In November, 1899, Dr. Ferguson went to Richmond, Va., and was examined for a temporary certifi-

EDITOR'S NOTE.—For the benefit of all dental practitioners we request the names and addresses of all the colored dentists who are practicing in the United States and foreign countries, to be sent to this office. Let everybody respond at once, and thereby assist the race in a grand undertaking.

MAJOR ALLEN A. WESLEY.
Chicago, Ill.

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Military Surgeon," which was read before the Association of Military Surgeons of the State of Illinois at its meeting in Chicago April 10, and, at the request of the eminent founder of the National organization, Colonel Nicholas Senn — before the Association of Military Surgeons of the United States, at its meeting in New York City, May 31 to June 3, 1900.

The subject of this sketch, Thomas Morris Crump, is a young man born

THOMAS MORRIS CRUMP.
Richmond, Va.

since the close of the Civil War, in Richmond, Va. After leaving school he secured employment with the Singer Manufacturing Company. His stay there was of a short duration. Feeling that he could best promote his interest in a different sphere of labor, he accepted a position with the Richmond *Planet* (of which Hon. John Mitchell, Jr., is

editor and proprietor,) as general bookkeeper and collector, being later promoted to the position of assistant manager. When the Nickel Savings Bank, an institution founded and conducted by colored men, determined to establish a branch more easily accessible to its increasing up-town patronage, they with the consent of Mr. Mitchell (in whose building the "Branch Bank" was established) selected Mr. Crump as their manager, in which capacity he served with the greatest satisfaction. It was with many regrets that on June 10, 1899, he severed his connection with the Richmond *Planet* and the Nickel Savings Bank to assume a responsible position with the Southern Aid Society. Mr. Crump is one of the most widely known young men in the city, from a business, social and fraternal point of view. He has the honor of being for his fourth term the Grand Keeper of Records and Seal of the Grand Lodge of Virginia, Knights of Pythias, N.A., S. A., E., A., and A., and is also a Mason and Odd Fellow. Mr. Crump is a strong race advocate, and especially partial to young men succeeding in business. He is easily approached, affable, and withal a pleasant man to meet.

## THE SEPTEN CLUB OF NEW BEDFORD, MASS.

This club is composed of seven (as its name signifies) young ladies of New Bedford, Mass., and Bridgeport, Conn., organized for the betterment of their separate qualifications; they seem to blend into one harmo-

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nious whole as to their aspirations along the musical, social and literary lines.

Its personnel contains Miss Emily May Morgan, daughter of Capt. Noah Morgan, of a coasting vessel hailing from New Bedford.

Miss Morgan is of a literary and musical turn, fond of outdoor sports,

a voice of good depth. She is the organist of the Union Baptist Church.

Miss Grayce Hawley of Bridgeport, Conn., is acquiring a very substantial profession, that of dentistry, and has succeeded in turning out many good specimens of her prowess.

Miss Augusta Hawley of Bridgeport is what you may style an "all-

and quite a traveler, having made many voyages with her father.

Miss Gertrude Douglass (daughter of Dr. F. M. Douglass, a prominent pharmacist of New Bedford) is also literary and musical, coupled with a good local reputation as a delineator of character sketches.

Miss Eleanor Wilson is a social favorite in many cities. Her musical development lies with the "life's study"—the violin.

Miss Maybel Wilson is blessed with

round traveler," as she seems never to be more delighted than when on the go.

## EDWARD ELMORE BROCK.

AUGUSTUS M. HODGES.

It has been my aim in days of yore to speak the unpainted truth about the merits and demerits of our great, would-be-great, our eminent and would-be-eminent men and women, or else hold my pen in curb. This sketch of the life of Edward Elmore