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L x GEI8T8 sons, Pnbu.h?r..j 4 4amilS B'tcsjajer: ^or th< promotion of th< political, Social. lgmul(ui;al and Commeniial Interests of th< feojle. . i c'pV ?? 11 ^ established 1855. " ~~ YORKVILLE^S. C., FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 12, 1909. MO. 91. m BIR1 By ETTA V ill ? tmtKM ^ CHAPTER XXV?Continued. ^ "I am about," he began, sinking into a chair opposite the general, "to prove that Miss Rale has a right to the re* * ' ??V4 n/\ '? semblance we nave inougm. =u The general Jerked straight up In his seat, unmindful of the gouty foot under which Hilda had stooped to arrange the cushions.. "I mean to say," said Trent, "that it's small wonder your beautiful ward, the betrothed wife of your heir, bears the stamp of the Guilte blood In her face, since she Is the baseborn daughter of your son Ernest, and his Jewish love, Adah Arnault!" One awful, breathless moment, then one wild cry broke from the lips of that girl In the window, and another from the old graybeard, who, all unmindful of his gouty foot, leaped up in his chair. "Polly!" he thundered; "my darling! The spawn of that cursed woman? ^ what do you mean?" He looked reedy to fly at the lawyers throat "I mean," answered the latter, "that, eighteen years ago, when the pair were on their way to the old mansion once owned by you in that sea-side town, ^ Adah Arnault gave birth. In a wayside house, to a female Infant, which she left there in charge of Hannah Duff, a fisherman's wife, to go in pursuit of the lover who had abandoned her. The Duff woman, drunk with bad gin, left the child to drown on the shore, where she was picked up very opportunely by ^ old Rale; and, I repeat, your so-called ward is no other than the daughter of Captain Guilte and the Jewess, Adah ^ Arnault" Paulette turned from the window and IBS glided toward the speaker. Would she ever forget, so long as she might live, the room at that moment?the light falling through the window vines?Hilda Burr's bilious face, the general's, livid and fierce, and Trent, the suitor she had scorned, her insidious foe, lounging there so easy and nonchalant, while he spoke of her this terrible thing? "Guardy!" she screamed, running up to the general; but he did not so much as look at her?he was fixedly staring ^ at Trent words iro for little at any time!" he cried; "and, by the the living; God, yours are worth less than nothing;!" "I have Ion# known," said Mr. Trent, smoothly, "that I was no favorite of 6 yours. A man always hates another whom he fears, and you have feared me for many a day. my dear general. Far be It from me to beg credence for a story unsupported by proofs. First of all, do you remember the letter Ernest Gullte wrote from his foreign deathbed, and which you, in your fury, commanded me to burn unopened?" "I remember." Trent thrust a hand Into his pocket and drew out the document in question ?discolored, crumpled, tern. He opened it with a careless hand. "I am a cautious man," he said, "I never destroy anything that may be made available." "Listen to this: " There is a child?a daughter?born at the house of a woman who called herself Hannah DutT, on the Salem road. She is branded on the throat with my brother's blood?stamped with a birthmark by which you would know her the world over?the mark of a imifa fiitminc from chin to tnroat. The ^ thought of this child makes my last hour wretched. I commend her to your care. As for poor Adah'? "And the rest is a scrawl," said Mr. Trent, "for, Ernest Gullte died before he could make up his mind regarding the exact thing he ought to write about his forsaken love. You see that his story and mine, thus far, are as one." With bloodless lips and dilated eyes stood Paulette. Only, when the birth* marked was mentioned, she raised her hands, with a quick, involuntary emotion, to her throat. "But this has nothing to do with Polly," cried the general, hoarsely, and ^ snatched the letter from Trent, and ? looked with his own eyes on the words Ernest Guilte had written, with dying hand, so many years before. "Where is the brand he speaks of? What plot have you laid against her? Look at her throat. It is as spotless as snow." The sheet dropped from his hold and fluttered yellow and rustling to his feet. Trent gazed steadily at Paulette. She stood like a statue, facing her enemy. For her life she could not have spoken. "To be sure," said Mr. Trent, "no such mark is visible to the naked eye; but I put the question frankly to Miss Rale? does it not exist, or has it not existed, * in time past?" Her lips moved spasmodically. "What right have you to ask?" she stammered. "I will not answer you!' "Then," interposed Hilda Burr, step? ping briskly forward, "if she will not, I must! The birth-mark is there?on her throat?under the paint with which she covers it, for I have seen it with my own eyes!" "Did not I tell you she was a deceit? a false, cheating actress?" she cried. "Oh, now I know why I have always L hated her?the child of that Jew creature who wrecked my whole life." Tall, terrible, the general started up Ill Ills tlUlll. "Is this true?" he demanded, in a frightful voice. "Paulette, Paulette, for 4 God's sake say no!" With a heart-breaking cry she cast herself at his feet. "Oh, guardy," she moaned, "yes, yes, it Is true!" and she tore at the disguising paint with her frantic fingers. "Look! see for yourself and hate me forever!" A deep groan burst from his livid lips. He fell back in his chair. She / clung about his knees. \ "Guardy, guardy, speak, speak to me ?to me. your Polly! Oh. you are ready to curse me! Am I not Ernest Guilte's child? Are not you my father's father? If you look at me like that I shall die!" With a gesture of unutterable hormr ' and loathing, he thrust her back from him. "Out of my sight!" he raved. "Hilda, PI-MRI V. PIERCE. take her from me! Never let me see her again!" She shrieked out, sharp and strong, for mercy. "Guardy! Guardy! Oh, you cannot mean it!" "But, deaf for once to her voice, he turned his face and waved her away with uplifted hands. "Be off!" ho shouted, in a terriDie voice. She staggered to her feet. She stood gazing blankly, not at Trent or Hilda, but at that stricken old man. She turned about, walked blindly to the door, opened it and disappeared up the long, cool stair. The lawyer and Miss Burr looked at each other. "You must have been at infinite pains to discover all this," said she. "It was worth infinite pains," he answered. The general reared his fallen head with a flash of rage. "Away with you both!" he cried. "Leave me alone. You are p. pair of cunning serpents! Don't stay here to gloat over me! Oh, Arthur! Oh, my boy!" f They left him sitting with his face hidden in his hands, stepped out into the hall and closed the door between. "Well," said Hilda, looking at Trent, "she has quarreled with Arthur, and the general has cast her out. I think I may now safely say our beautiful Paulette will never be mistress of Hazel Hall." "Right!" said Mr. Trent: "neither wiill our dear boy Arthur ever be master of it." "What do you mean?" she demanded, with quick suspicion. He stroked his long mustaches. "We have had sensation enough for one day," he answered, carelessly; "the rest will keep till the general is a trifle recovered. Suppose you go up and see what Paulette Is doing." "Vrt" oil this frrun shppr x I'll na?v uvi*v ut? v??>w ?. v... revenge. In your heart, I dare say, you love her still." "I'm not in the least Inclined to open my heart to you today," he answered, dryly; "go, I say! 1 did not like her look. Women sometimes resort to prussic acid under such circumstances, and that would not do at all." "I wish to heaven she would!" muttered Hilda, viciously; and, obedient to the voice of her master, she ascended the stairs and rapped at Paulette's door. There was no reply. She listened breathlessly at the keyhole, but heard not the faintest sound within. "Spiteful thing! Of course, she'll not open to me," said Hilda, and hastened to Join Trent again. "If you get at her at all you will have to break down the door." They walked back and forth through the hall, listening for some noise from the drawing room, hearing nothing there; listening for some movement above stairs, hearing nothing. Mr. Trent looked placid, Miss Burr, sulky. "I know Arthur's Quixotic spirit," said she. "What if he should marry her, after all? The disgrace of her birtn will not weigh in the least with him, believe me; he will not care two straws about her mother." "Calm your iears, smneu air. ncui, "in this enlightened laJid it is voted rank hnpropriety to marry another man's wife. Paulette was married three years and more ago while an actress on the stage to a poor rake of a scenepainter named St. John. A second alliance, therefore, is, you see, out of the question." Hilda stood in blank bewilderment. "Then," said she, slowly, "ten to one it was her husband she went out to meet at the dead hour of night" "Ha!" cried Mr. Trent; "will revelations never cease? When was that?" She recounted the matter with great cheerfulness. He looked supernaturally grave. "Here's another affair for the general's consideration," said he. "Isn't this silence getting rather ghostly? Suppose we look in upon him? He may have had one of his alarming fits." Even as the lawyer spoke the door of the drawing room flew wide open. On its threshold, tall, straight, terrible, his white hair flying, his old eyes flashing under his bleached brows, stood the general. "Where is she?" he cried, looking wildly around. "Your arm, Trent. Help me up the stair!' Leaning heavily on the lawyer, quite unconscious, it seemed, of all the agonies in his gouty foot, the old lion mounted to I'aulette's door. He took hold and shook it with all his strength. "Open. Polly!" he cried; "open tome ?your grandfather!" No answer. No sound within?no movement. "Call the servants," he cried, to Trent, "to break down the door!" Trent obeyed, looking very odd and uncomfortable. The hinges were forced in a twinkling. The three rushed together into Paulette's chamber. The fading day tilled it with daffodil light. They looked around. It was utterly empty and deserted. On the bed lay the lace dinner-dress she had thrown off; on her dressing table, the string of old Guilte pearls?the general's gift? she had taken from her neck. "Polly!" he cried, wildly, "where are you, my darling?" But no voice answered him, for she was gone. CHAPTER XXVI. A small, veiled figure, dusty and disordered, opened the gate?It was for once unbarred?and walked with a faltering, reluctant step up the path to the gray cottage at Hammerton. The shutters were closed, the rank garden, beaten and devastated by frost and rain, lay In sere ruin. Paulette?for It was she? forlorn, forsaken, alone, rang the bell. It pealed with a dreary, empty sound through the cottage. Repeated jerks thereat brought to the door at last an old woman with an Injured and suspicious air. She regarded the small, veiled figure with the pale face and dark, woeful eyes. lette, "and ask me no questions. I am ready to faint." "Eh? Yes," replied Megrim; "I have been to the market, you see. Now I go to my humble home?far too humble for mademoiselle; but such as It is, I place it at your service." "Hasten, then," said Paulette. Megrim, pushing a passage smartly through the crowd, set her face toward the North End lodgings, where she had received, not many weeks before, Mr. George Trent "Mademoiselle," said she, "I see that you have left monsieur the general, and "What do you want?" said the woman. A fleeting crimson overspread the small, colorless face. "To see," answered Paulette, "the lady who lives here?Mrs. Arnault." "Land alive! She's gone!" The visitor seemed about to sink where she stood. "Gone?" she echoed, faintly, "when? where?" "When? A week ago, miss. Where? Not knowing, I couldn't say. There came a man here one night, and the next morning she took Miss Sibyl and Rebecca Hardin and started. I was loft tn tnlro ohnrce for the nresent." Anguish and dismay were blended in Paulette's face. "Oh, is there not a single refuge left me? Surely you must know where I can find her!" "No more," replied the woman, stolidly, "than the dead In their graves!" In a blind, uncertain way, Paulette turned from the door and retraced her steps back to the gate. "Where shall I go now?" she said to herself; "oh, God, where?" The wide world was before her. It la sometimes hard to choose from so much. She stood holding the gate In her hand, her heavy veil hanging like a shield before her face, when she was stumbled against by some person just entering, flushed, eager, hurried?a tall, blond, bearded person, who, recoiling from the violent contact, looked down on her in surprise. "Your pardon!" he muttered, and lifting his hat, hastened on to the cottage. Paulette stared after him. She rub bed her eyes. He had changed but little since the day he knelt to her In his first hot, boyish passion?Serle Varneck, an unexpected ghost, Indeed, from her dead and burled past. The sight of him there first amazed, then perplexed her. Then?on such slight pivots do lour destinies turn?over her rushed a sudden memory of the old Puritan city sitting so stately beside Its bay, and In a moment her purpose was formed. "Serle Varneck!" She whispered the name with a shudder?It was so closely allied In her thought with that other which was like gall and wormwood Into her soul. She looked back into the garden, but the blonde figure had disappeared In a turn of the path. "What can he be doing: here?" She turned listlessly from the cottage and plodded back to the station. She seemed to herself now like a boat cut loose on a great sea. Crossing the ferry, she stepped Into an omnibus on the other side, where her small figure was crushed directly Into a corner, unheeded by all, and so went rattling up Broadway toward the Twenty-seventh street depot. There this pale young wanderer made her way to the ticket-office and purchased her ticket, looking over her purse for the first time with a serious thought to Its contents. Little had she taken with her from Hazel Hall save her despair and anguish. A few dollars only?so few she could count them on her fingers?stood between her and utter want. She entered the car, found a seat to nerseu, ana wrappea in nor shawl, her face still closely hidden, Paulette sat, voiceless, motionless, while the train started out upon Its way. No sleep came to her that night. She kept her wide-open eyes turned tirelessly outward to the chill dark through which she Journeyed, Her heart lay burning and smarting like a coal of fire in her bosom. One monotonous, ever-recurring thought stirred her dull brain. "Whatever she Is, or has been, she is my mother. I am an outcast now from all but her. I am branded, nameless and accursed. Where can I find her. I ask nothing but to creep Into her arms and die." So through all the night she sat, wild, broken visions flitting before her sight, first of this Jewish Magdalene mother, then of the brown, reproachful face of Arthur Guilte, and the white, furious one of the old general, and, most terrible of all, St. John, as she had seen him last at the tryst in the pavilion. In the gray, early morning, with a rumble and jerk and jar, the train swept in to its destination. More dead than alive, Paulette straightened her cramped limbs once more, arose mechanically and descended to the platform of the chill, dark, dreary Worcester depot. Houseless, homeless, alone, she stood again in the city where she had lived long, pleasant years with Jean Rale?where she had erred and triumphed, loved, or fancied she loved, and suffered?stood on its damp pavement and looked up at the sunrise, dappling with rose and amethyst tints the conscious east The first hum and stir of a vast human hive just springing into life filled the air. Paulette, like a lost pleiad slipping down infinite chaos, drew her veil again, and walked swiftly, aimlessly away. She turned from street to street, looking over her shoulder like one fearful of pursuit. . She was filled with a halfdelirious dread of seeing there the cruel, dark face of St John. Utterly lost and bewildered, she neither knew nor cared whither she went. T aiuIop ttoiu the hum a round her?I wheels rattled over the pavement, pedestrians began to crowd past, up and down. Paulette had eaten nothing for hours, and as she went on a great faintness and giddiness took possession of her. "Where am I?" she thought, with a thrill of dismay. "Whither am I going? Where shall I rest?" As she looked she found she had reached an open space before a great, gray building, flanked on either side by the teams of suburban farmers?Quincy Market, in fact, with its greedy crowds of buyers and sellers swarming about it, like bees round a hive. Hustled about by men and women with baskets in hand. Paulette, without a struggle, was caught in the midst of the current settling and flowing to and from the big open door. Then, of a sudden, a light touch fell on her shoulder. She turned, and saw a figure in a white cap, with a bright handkerchief pinned over her bosom, carrying a basket, from under the cover of which a crisp lettuce, surrounded by the white globes of eggs and the crimson tips of radishes, could be seen. "Ah, mademoiselle! can it be you?" said the voice of Megrim. Paulette lifted her veil, and saw the face of Jean Rale's foster-sister. "Mon Dieu! Yes, it is mademoiselle!" she cried: "but here?at this hour? I stand amazed?I cannot believe my eyes!" "Take me to some shelter," said Pau your nne home." "Forever!" answered Paulette. To the dingy tenement house they came, and ascending the dirty stairs, crowded with wrangling children, Megrim drew out a key. opened her door, and they entered. Cherry looked the little room, with its box of mignonette blooming in the window, and the canary singing cheer fully In his eagre above. Megrim set a chair for her gueet, then swept the silk and wire and artificial flowers off her work table, and spread It with a clean cloth for breakfast. As Paulette laid aside her hat, her utter pallor and exhaustion startled even the old Frenchwoman. "Ah! mademoiselle looks 111, Indeed!" said she. "Well, well, a cup of chocolate and an egg will revive you. Ah! I little thought, when you went away with monsieur the general, to ever see you return like this!" With a listless hand, Paulette took the chocolate the old creature tendered, sipped a little, then put It down. "Megrim!" she cried out suddenly, "why. did you set him on my track? Why did you tell him where he could find and torment me?" Megflm gave a great start. "Who, mademoiselle?" "The man I hate and fear above all others?St. John." Her old, carp-like face underwent a swift change. She fumbled with her painted cups in a confused way. "Mademoiselle, he has returned to you, then?" "Yes! oh, yes!" wringing: her hands. "Dieu!" cried Megrim, in alarm; "has he done you harm? He came here, he asked about you, and I answered him. Could I do lees?" "True, you did not know how I learned to abhor him." "Fie! The husband for whom you had the grand passion four years ago! Where is he? Does he know you are here?" "God forbid!" "And have you no money?" queried Megrim. "Surely monsieur the general, with his great heart, did not let you leave him empty-handed?" Paulette drew out her purse, and laid its contents on the table. "Take it," she said; "I shall find work before the sun sets. I am gulng back to the old life?to the stage." "Mademoiselle, you look ready to faint. Lie down now upon my little bed, and rest." "Rest?" she echoed, bitterly. "Shall I ever again know the meaning of the word? How can one rest rajcea up in hot coals?" She sat down by the mignonette In the window, and looked blankly out over the neighboring roofs and chimney pots, till the hands of the clocks on the steeples pointed to eleven. Then Paulette arose, put on her outer garments, and descended to the pavement. From Megrim's lodgings, she made her way into Hanover street and up the Row, till she came to the dark-gray front of the old Museum. The morning rehearsal was then, she knew, In full blast. She ascended the stairs, and paused at the box-offlce, throwing back her veil. "Is the stage-manager here?" she asked, of the treasurer. He recognized her at a glance. "He Is on the stage," he answered. "Let me see him at once." He motioned her to pass. She opened the door, ascended to the first gallery, stopped a moment before the stage-entrance, then touched the familiar spring by which the door opened, and trod once more the boards where she had trtumphed of old. (To be Continued.) WOMEN IN TROUSERS. Some Whose Work Compels Them to Dispense With Draperies, The Idea of a woman in trousers seems to be the most horrible that the modern civilized mind can conjure up, but there are parts of the world where women wear these garments as a matter of course, and the heavens have not yet fallen. They even contrive to look charming In them, too, as in one of the cantons of Switzerland, where the bifurcated garment Is worn on dress occasions as well as for work. Not even at the altar are the trousers discarded. The bride wears white ones, with a white bodice and white flowers in ner nair, ana many a unuc .n a court train is less shy and sweet. In spite of their trousers, which are necessitated by the work they do in the fields, these women do not ride astride, but use a sidesaddle just like the woman who is trammeled by skirts. The trousers of Switzerland are loose, baggy affairs, sometimes almost as cumbersome as skirts, but the peasant maids of the Austrian Tyrol wear short, close fitting small clothes, which cannot impede their moverrfents in any way and which are not particularly becoming. The socks do not meet the trousers and the knee is left bare, like a Highlander's. The upper part of the costume has some feminine touches, and over the trousers is a short drapery, which may be the remains of a skirt. These women work in the fields and stables and are compelled by their llfo tn rilannnao with minprflnntm rim peries. French and Belgian fisherwomen wear trousers. They wade through the water, pushing their nets before them, and the heavy waves would soon sweep them off their feet If they wore skirts. Even without them they are obliged to go out In little parties for mutual protection. In China, where they do most things differently from the rest of the world, the women wear trousers and the men do not disdain skirts. The women also smoke. In Turkey, before Paris fashions invaded the harem, trousers were worn by the women, while the cigarette Is an Indispensable part of their llvefi.?New York Tribune. Miscellaneous ^catlint). WHO OWNS THE AIR? Flying Machine Raieee New Legal Questions. How high must an aviator fly to be 3tllC LiUIII LI1C UUliOC^UCilCCO V& iiivqui tree pass? and a great many other questions, not burning now but considered as soon to be hot ones, were treated^ by Lyttleton Fox, a lawyer, In an address to members of the Aero Club of America The answer was that the aviator would have to be out of sight. He must dodge the police. The old Roman law which gives to the owner of land absolute ownership also of the air above It Is responsible for. this. The law must be changed, he ladded, or the courts will be ruinously congested. As matters stand, there having been no changes In the la^r for several hundred years, a man in a dying machine has no rights that a man with a plow is bound to respect. The question is how best to bring the attention of the judicial system to this unfair discrimination against the flying portion of the race. No man can fly as things now stand without technically breaking the law, unless he gets special privileges from the landowners. It is a problem that bristles with novelty, says Mr. Pox. In the event of pedestrians being hit by ginger pop bottles dropped by the passing aviator or by other objects, Including the aviator himself, the man below would have redress at law. Mr. Fox believes the Aero club should urge the Wright brothers, for instance, to consent to be sued by the owner of land over which they have flown (and thereby trespassed), so as to bring the whole subject before the courts for settlement. The suit should be a friendly one, he said, the object being to modify, If possible, the law of aerial tres paps. Anuuier way uiigui u? iu vu.idemn the air by legal procedure, and thu? knock over the historical fossil. A discussion that followed the address of the evening resulted in the members arriving at the Arm belief that the air should be considered a highway, and there was preliminary talk concerning an attempt at legislative enactment. To avert suits for aerial trespass Mr. Fox suggests that the state condemn and buy a stratum of air as a highway for flying machines. The fact that Count Lambert in his flight across Paris violated a police regulation forbidding aeroplanlng over the city shows that the French have already applied the law to cover one phase of the question. By leaving the aerodrome for his Paris flight, Lambert incurred a penalty of $4; at the Rheims meet an aviator was fined for reckless driving. The military airship will necessitate new provisions in international law to meet the new problems of international relations which it will raise. France h*? now seven airships, Germany eleven and Italy five in course of construe tlon. Given a fleet or zeppeiins arriving unannounced above a British port, will the act constitute a cause of war? If the aeroplane develops the power to carry explosives for dropping on an enemy's fleet, will the practice be permitted under the rules of war? The interesting fact in connection with the suggested regulation of air travel is that it is already made necessary by an invention only yesterday In its Infancy which threatens a revision of the statute books along with Its revolution of traffic. In advocating arrangements for a test suit, Mr. Fox seems to believe that after the existing legal status of an aerial trespasser has once been clearly outlined the law may be so modified that the air will be pronounced a public highway. Legislation of that kind, however, would be unfortunate If it were not very accurately limited. There is a wide difference between navigation of the sea and navigation of the air. If a transatlantic steamship is badly handled those who are on board her may suffer, and she may injure another craft which is on the same level. There is practically no chance, however, that she will harm anybody or anything directly under her, at the bottom of the ocean. She can discard ashes, ballast or any other material without fear of doing mischief. If such things drop from an airship, there will always be a possibility of danger? danger which is enhanced by the temperamental characteristics of those who engage in aerial navigation foi sport. Editorially the New York Times says: "Will the invasion of the air by aeroplanes be repelled by suits for trespass? "We think not. The first successful human Might made the air a highway? a possibility not contemplated in the Roman law. Besides, there can be no effective possession, of the upper air by a land owner^i^^re possession neither is nor there should be no owners]r* N,,x;nJrny rate, this Is assurrya*11' ^N^any and Switzerland, whiclNP (,erli^ed statutes establishing " 10" -DU^nrln] mo f\ " I UlCfl III \ " ?U\- I IU>1 ? VM\*< ADVENTURES FOR PICTURES. Camera Men Risk Their Lives In Quest of Photographs. Although the sensational photograph has provided a fund of amusement and Interest to the readers of the up-to-date illustrated periodical, few realize, says Tit Bits, that in many cases the intrepid photographer-journalist has risked his life . order to obtain such splendid results. A professional photographer with years of experience told the writer recently "that the man who desires to take up newspaper photography as a means of livelihood must have a constitution of iron, nerves of steel and the abilities of an expert steeplejack to enable him to climb to any eminence to secure the snapshots the public is thirsting for." However, that may be, fear must be unknown to the photographer, and he must frequently be prepared to run more than ordinary risks of serious injury. Most photographers nowadays specialize. F. J. Mortimer has won renown by his daring and skill in obtaining photographs of big waves. His happy hunting ground is in the Scllly Isles, where the full force of the Atlantic makes itself felt on the numerous rocky islands which abound. Clad in oilskin from head to foot, and with camera similarly protected, the daring photographer finds some coign of vantage?often a rock, almost surrounded by the sea?from which to bay his prey. If he has to occupy some particularly dangerous position, he takes the precaution to have a rope fastened round his waist, held by some one nearer the shore. He has had some narrow escapes, and on several occasions a wave nas dashed him to the rocks, smashing his camera to pieces. Mr. Mortimer has been most happy In his work, however, having taken more than 2,000 successful pictures of big waves. The Kearton brothers, who are, perhaps, the most wonderful nature photographers in the world, have taken photographs of wild birds In their nests, which required not only skill, b.ut nerve and caution. The Keartons adopted all sorts of subterfuges In order to get close to their subjects. Their favorite method Is to work from a small tent, which, painted green and covered with twigs and leaves, looks like a mound or hillock. For photographing birds such as larks and whltethroats they have a special life-size model of a bull, with a hole in the chest for the lens, and for mountain birds a stuffed sheep made on the same principle. Sometimes the photographer must disguise himself as a tree trunk for birds in the bushes. MoBt of the Kearton brothers' thrills have been experienced in trying to "snap" a sea eagle. They have been trying 15 years, and have not succeeded yet. Many photographs have been taken dangling in midair at the end of a rope, while once Cherry Kearton waited six hours a day for three days up to his shoulders in water to get a picture of an osprey. The camera on this occasion was placed on stilts. The most desperate efforts were made to photograph a certain golden eagle on a Highland estate. Every day for a fortnight Mr. Kearton tramped up the mountains in dreadful weather, and one day, during a snowstorm, he fell over a cliff, smashing the camera and injuring himself so that he was laid up for a week. Many other stories these brothers tell of stratagems and adventures in their work on cliff, crag and moor. Herr Schillings, the Oerman explorer, is one of the most remarkable men among enterprising photographer Journalists. He has recently published a book of his fine set of photographs of wild animals of the forest In their native element. For several years Herr Schillings has lived In Central Africa, and his wonderful stories of hairbreadth escapes furnish us with one of the most exciting books of adventure of recent times. His modus perandl is to go direct to the resorts of wild animals, set up his huge camera, which he has had specially prepared, place a flashing apparatus in readiness and wait. Perhaps the scene is th* river side, where the animals come in the night to drink. Just as a lion, tiger, leopard or some other savage beast steps to the water's edge a vicious crocodile may make a snap at the beast and a terrible flght for life takes place. Instantly the flashlight operates, and the ghastly scetoe is recorded on at least one of the Alms. Just to study how a beast of prey makes its attacks, Herr Schillings used to secure an antelope to a tree and await developments. Some splendid photographs of wild beasts were secured, in the act of springing upon their prey. Blinding flashes of light in the forest, however, were so terrifying to the animals that in most cases they left the bait unharmed. Some unique pictures are published In his book of fierce conflicts between wild beasts. It Is not surprising to hear, therefore, tnat Herr Schillings has had some wonderful escapes from death, as the scars on his body bear testimony. Apart from these cases the general news photographer has had adventures that have given pause to the stoutest heart. As a case in point, reference may be made to the riots which occurred some months ago on the Longcha'mps race course, when the angry crowd broke down some of the stands and set Are to the remainder. A noted Paris photographer was observed amid the flames taking snapshots of the extraordinary scenes, and it was only at the last moment that he could be persuaded to leave his perilous post. His enterprise nearly cost him his life, but he reaped a rich harvest from the number of extraordinary photographs he had obtained by his daring courage. The launching of great battleships and liners is a time for photographers to show their mettle. They climb the masks of ships, to be dislodged sometimes from their point of vantage by the huge tidal wave, and are often rescued from a position of extreme peril just in time. Then the intrepid photog?^pher is expected to descend coal mines after disasters to get snapshots; he must go down with a diver to inspect the hull of a vessel, or photograph coral beds at the bottom of the ocean, or ascend to a giddy height on the main girder of a skyscraper, or, while troops are laying down their lives for their country, he must calmly make pictures of the scene, in order to arouse the enthusiasm of his countrymen at home. Never Mind Who's to Blame. Everything that goes wrong in a household need not necessarily be some one's "fault," says the Colorado Springs Herald. Mothers sometimes have a way of thinking that any hitch In the domestic machinery must be blamed on some one, and children very naturally resent blame of things that are at worst only accidents, and seek to lay it on some one else. "It isn't my fault the toast is burned," says Ruth. "It's John's because he left the outside door open and I had to go shut it." "My fault?' says John Indignantly. "Guess not. I left that door open because I didn't have any hands to shut it with. It's Bob's fault because he made me take all the bundles." "Aren't you the limit?" says Bob. "What did I give you those bundles for? You know if I hadn't given them to you and lit out after that dog he'd have killed our cat." Accidents and Inconveniences and discomforts are often no one's "fault" at all; but simply the result of a combination of circumstances. If every one in a family would realize this and not seek to continually be blaming some one. the domestic atmosphere might frequently be clearer. So next time you start to say, "It's some one's fault," why not just try not saying it for a change? SOUTH AMERICAN TRADE. President Finley Tells How It Can be Developed. Editor Yorkvllle Enquirer. The publication of the letter on the Importance of direct and regular steamship communication between our South Atlantic and gulf ports and the LatinAmerican countries, which I addressed, under date o ly 8th, 1909 to the editors of sout 'i newspapers, resulted In the receli y me of a large number of letter; showing a widespread Interest In th subject throughout the south. This correspondence revealed the fact that some very Important manufacturing Interests are ready to take advantage of opportunities to extend their trade in this direction by shipments through southern ports. This information and statistics of existing commerce Indicate that, with regular lines in operation and with systematic and co-operative efforts on the part of our manufacturers and merchants, a con .sic' arable trade may be built up. In fact, something may be done In this direction even In advance of the establishment of regular lines. The southern ports In endeavoring to build up trade with South America, should rely principally on the development of new business and on the more systematic handling of the Irregular traffic now moving in both directions between them and South America by vessels chartered for single cargoes. There is a considerable volume of this business, but it Is not sufficiently regular to afford constant employment to the vessels which engage in it. They seldom make round trips with cargoes in both directions. For Instance, in the year ended June 30, 1908, there were imported through the South Atlantic and gulf ports 245,415,955 pounds of coffee, largely from Brazil, and some rubber and other Brazilian products were brought In through these same ports, but the vessels bringing them did not obtain return cargoes, but sailed In ballast to North Atlantic ports or with cargoes to Europe, and this notwithstanding the fact that Brazil, in that 8a me year, bought from the United States products to the total value of $19,490,077, including 3,470,818 yards of cotton goods, 742,896 gallons of cotton seed oil, 306,871 barrels of flour, manufactures of iron and steel to the value of 35,945,082, and other articles, some proportion of which could advantageously be shipped through southern ports. In like manner we Imported through southern ports, principally from Chile and Peru, 82,165 tons of nitrates, but the vessels bringing theroj In seldom or never obtained return cargoes, though the west coast countries are steadily increasing their purchases of American goods. The best coustomer the United States has in South America Is Argentina, to which country our exports in the fiscal year ended June 30, 1909, amounted to 333,712,505, Including 1,510,317 yards of cotton sroods. 5613,357 gallons of cotton need oil, manufactures of iron and vteel to the value of Jtf,876,789. furniture .to the value of $214,891, agricultural implements and farm machinery to the value of $4,309,223?manufactured principally in localities from which shipment can be made conveniently through southern ports?and a long iiut of other articles. Our Imports from Argentina in the last fiscal year amounted to $22,230,182, the principal items being wool and hides. Probably little Argentine wool is used in the south, but southern tanneries use South American hides to a considerable extent and their use may be expected to increase, as there is no duty on them under the new tariff law. At present hiiiaa nomo in throueh the North Atlantic ports almost entirely and are shipped to southern tanneries either all rail or by rail and water. Some of them even go by way of Europe. In one case that came to my notice hides for a North Carolina tannery were shipped from Argentina to Antwerp, ucross the ocean again to New York, und thence by rail to the tannery. In another case a southern tanner bought 20,000 hides in Mexico, but found that, on account of shipping conditions, he had to have them carried from Vera Cruz, Mexico, to New York, and thence by rail to his tannery. In the rtscal year ended June 30, 1908. seventy-six steam vessels entered at our ports south of Cape Charles, Va., with cargoes from South American ports, and seventy cleared, with cargoes for South America. While this trade, as a whole, is thus nearly balanced, it Is not so as to individual ports, as Is shown by the following ItlUIC. Entered. Cleared. Norfolk & Portsmouth. 1 15 Newport News, Va. ... 1 3 Charleston, S. C. 15 ? Savannah, Ga 4 1 Kernandlna, Fla ? 2 Apalachicola, Kla ? 2 Pensacola, Fla. ? 7 Mobile, Ala. 1 8 Pearl River, Miss ? 31 New Orleans, La. 54 ? Galveston, Tex ? 1 Total 76 70 The principal commodities carried by the steamers which cleared from southern ports for South America were lumber. naval stores, and coal. The first step In the direction of developing more regular service might be taken by systematic efforts, both in the southern ports and in South America, to secure return cargoes, so that vessels could make round trips and be encouraged to stay in this service. Then, with knowledge in advance that a certain vessel was to arrive at a southern port with coffee from Brazil or nitrates from the west coast, it would be mure practicable to concentrate a return cargo, and, in the same way, if it were known in advance that a vessel from a southern port would arrive on a certain date at Buenos Aires, there would be a better chance of getting a return cargo including hides for southem tanneries. This employment of vessels of known capacity for round trip service would obviate one of the practical difficulties encountered in trying to obtain for tramp steamers, which is that, when the exact carrying capacity of a .ship is not known, there Is danger of not getting a full cargo and having to pay higher charges than if the vessel were loaded to its capacity or of concentrating at the port more g iods than It can carry, and then, In order to prevent undue delay, the surplus must be reshlpped by rail or coastwise steamer to some other port where it can go by a regular line. While some increased business might be built up by thus systematizing the use of irregular steamers, the establishment of regular lines is of supreme importance. At the outset it might be found impracticable to develop enough traffic to support regular lines with but a single port of call at each end of the voyage, but there are various combinations that might be made. Vessels might stop at two or more ports of the United States, discharging part of their cargo and receiving part of a return cargo from each. In the same way, vessels engaged in the River Plata trade might also call at Braalllan ports. In some cases ports in the West India Islands might advantageously be included in a round trip voyage. Thus, Cuba buys large quantities of aim /I a/I Koa# If n u " lAwlrn/I Kaa# " ouiruucu ucci, Aiiunru ao jci adu ucri, from the River Plata countries. The vessels carrying this beef to Cuba get no return cargoes from that island, but only a short voyage would be required to bring them to a south Atlantic or gulf port for such a cargo. If this trade Is to be developed to the utmost and Is to be made of the greatest possible value to our southern people, earnest efforts must be made to build it up. One thing that might be suggested Is the establishment at our southern ports of houses devoted to handling export business directly from those ports. Such a house handling southern cotton goods, for instance, would not only be of assistance In developing the Latin-American trade, but could make direct exportations to the Orient and other ports of the world as well. Another thing of Importance is direct representation in the countries In which it Is sought to sell goods and a careful study of the wants of each particular market This Is particularly desirable in selling such articles as cotton goods and furniture, IT in which different markets require dlffaeont ivra/1aa anil atvlao Tlia imv\ai4 _ AVSVSSl giCUiCO OUU OV/iVO? A AAV 1IUJ/V1 V ? ance of this Is shown by th decline of the exports of cotton goods from the United States to Braxil. The Brazilian market for these goods was formerly one of great promise. In 1906 It took 9,689,0566 yards of American cotton goods. Bach year since has shown a steady decline, until. In the last fiscal year, the amount was only 2,468,460 yards, a decrease of neatly 76 per cent in four years. This Is partially explained by the fact that Braxil, under a high protective tariff, Is building up a cotton manufacturing industry, using native cotton. But Bngllsh mills, In most of the years of this period. Increased their shipments to Brazil by having their expert representatives on the ground to study the needs of the market and to supply those grades of goods not made by the Brasilia# mills. In the fiscal year ended June gfc 1908, Brazilian purchases of American cotton goods amounted to but 8378,546, as compared with purchases of British cotton goods for the calendar year 1908 to the value of 88,367,768. The total purchases of American cotton goods by all the South American countries for the fiscal year 1908 amounted to but 82,760,231. In the calendar year 1908 the values of cotton goods bought by these same countries from the principal European countries were as follows: United Kingdom, $38,330,205; Oermany, $13,832,000; France, $5,702,000; Italy, $8,332,764, and Spain, 12,030,283. In other words, the United States sells to these countries less than four per cent of the total value of the cotton goods they buy from the six countries above mentioned. This poor showing can not be Improved merely -by supplying better steamship service, Important as that Is. If a larger share in the South American trade is to be had it must be sought earnestly and be won in the (ace of sharp competition. Otherwise it will be Impossible to develop sufficient traffic to warrant any improvement in the present limited ocean transportation service. There is much practical information of great value as to foreign markets, the tariff laws of foreign countries, etc., that can be obtained from the state department, the bureau of the American republics, the bureau of manufactures, and other government offices In Washington. All this information is readily accessible to the Southern Railway company, and with a view of being of practical assistance to our manufacturers and merchants desiring to develop export business, dils company will take pleasure in securing and supplying any of this Information in that may be desired. Correspondence on this subject should be addressed to the president of this company. W. W. Finley, President. Washington, D. C., November 8. 80UTH CAROLINA NEWS. ? Columbia special to the Charlotte Observer: Most Important to the claimants of the 8620,000 held by the dispensary commission will be the meeting of the commission here Wednesday, so it will be at this meeting that final Judgments on the claims will be rendered. Most of the claims were tentatively determined at the several executive sessions of the commission following the last examination of witnesses In the supreme court room a few days ago. iso aennue ngures regaraing any of the claims can be obtained, but enough has gotten out to warrant the statement that the commission's announcement of judgments will be a sore disappointment to several claimants, and the Judgments will be much cussed and discussed. So far as can be learned the commission is through with the investigating end of its work, and hopes to get its final report to the legislature in shape some time in December. ? News and Courier: There was quite an exciting bout on Sullivan's Island recently, the participants being an American eagle and a Chinese peacock. The result of the combat has not been related, but it Is understood that the birds are now on the b^st of terms. When Col. Marsh took charge at the Fort Moultrie post he Issued an order that the two eagles, recently captured on Morris Island and subsequently taken to Sullivan's Island be set free, as no American eagle should be Imprisoned. When the eagles were liberated one circled above the dome of Capt. Devereux's residence and finally perched itself upon the ball on top of the dome, ninety feet from the ground. Capt Dewereux had a peacock In his yard, hatched from a Chinese egg, and the eagle soon came down and "interviewed" the foreigner. The result **?- ? fl??o*_Alaoa onvon nnanoH wna niai a iiiok-viaog ovt but peace has been restored and the two birds are now on friendly terms.