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SEMI.WEEKL^^ l. m. okist's sons, PabUiher.. ( % '4ami,B Beirspapeii: 4(or lhi| fromotion of fh? political, Social, Agricultural and (Commercial interests of the Jeop!(. { IER"s^otJK0lJv,,"1"VEl"cls'0^"ctestablished 1888. . YORKVILLE, S. C., TUESDAY, JUNE 13, 1911. >107477 ? ?? ?g? BY THOM *50^ Copyright, 1911, fc CW) Pub. by Doublsdsy, BOOK II?THE ROOT. CHAPTER n. An Intruder. On the night following Stuart worked late In his office, developing his great case. He was disappointed in the final showing of the evidence to be presented to the grand jury. His facts were not as strong as he expected to nuue mem. At 10 o'clock he quit work and hurried home to refresh his tired spirit with Harriet's music. He could think more clearly while she played for him. As he hurried up the steps be suddenly collided with a handsome young fellow Just emerging from the door. His first hope was that he had crippled a lodger. He hated the sight and sound of them. He had always felt their presence in the house an unpardonable intrusion. A second look showed him that the youngster who had hurried down the steps with profound apologies and much embarrassment was not a lodger. He was dressed too handsomely and he had evidently been calling on some one. Perhaps on Harriet! A sudden fear gripped his heart. He felt like following him to the corner and demanding his reasons for such Impudence. Where had he seen that boy's face? Somewhere, beyond a doubt. But he couldn't place him. He let himself in softly and started at the sight of Harriet's smiling face framed in the parlor doorway. His worst fears were confirmed. She was dressed in a dainty evening gown and had evidently enjoyed her visitor. Stuart pretended not to notice the fact and asked her to play. He fell lazily into an arm chair while the deft fingers swept the keys. As he sat dreaming and watching the rhythmic movement of her delicate hands, he began to realize at last that his little pal, stub-nosed, red haired and freckled, had silently and mysteriously grown into a charming woman. He wondered what had become of the stub-nose? It seemed to have stretched out into perfect proportions. The freckles had faded into a delicate white skin of creamy velvet. And what once threatened to be a violent red head had softened into beaten gold. But the most charming feature of all was the deep spiritual tenderness of her eyes, blue sometimes, gray and blue sometimes, but always with little brown spots in them which Nature seemed to have dropped by accident the day she painted them. Stuart always imagined she had picked up a brown brush by mistake. He thought with a sudden pang of the possibility of losing her. She was twenty-three now, in the pride and glory of perfect young womanhood, and yet she had no lovers. He wondered why? Her music of course. It had been the one absorbing passion of life. Her progress had been slow for the first years, while at college. But during the past two years of training every lesson seemed to tell. He had watched her development with pride and brooding tenderness. And her eyes had always sparkled with deep joy at his slightest word of praise. For the first time it had occurred to him as an immediate possibility that she might marry and their lives drift apart. He resented the thought with unreasonable anger. Of course she must marry. And he would have to give her up. He began to realize dimly how much he owed to her of peace and happiness during the past nine lonely years. A sweet comradeship had grown between them deeper and more tender than the tie which binds a brother and sister, and he had taken it as a matter of course. He resented the idea of a break In their relations. Yet why should he? What rights had he over er life? Absolutely none, of course. He wondered vaguely If she were sly enough to have a sweetheart and let nobody know? Who was that fellow? where had he met him before? He rose with a sudden frown. Sure as fate?the very boy?the tall dreamy looking youngster who danced with her so many times that night ten years ago at her birthday party? sne saia he was too frail?that her prince must be strong. Well, confound him, he had gotten strong. That's why he had failed to place him at first. He made up his mind to put a stop to it. He was her guardian anyway. Her father was so absorbed in saving the world, any thief could slip in and steal his daughter under his very nose. The fellow who took Harriet would have to measure up to the full stature of a man. He made up his mind to that. He walked over to the piano and stood behind her a moment. When the last note died softly away and she began turning the pages of a pile of music sheets without looking up, Stuart said, with a studied indifference: "Tell me, little pal, who was that tall young fellow I ran into on the steps?" "Why, don't you remember my fraP young admirer of long ago?" "Do you love him, girlie?" Stuart bent low and looked searchingly into her eyes. Her fingers slipped lazily over the keys in little touches of half-forgotten songs. "When I was very, very young, I thought I did. It makes me laugh now. It's wonderful how much we can outgrow, isn't it?" "I'm glad you've outgrown this." "Why? He's an awfully nice fellow." "Perhaps?hut I don't like him." "What's the matter with him?" "I just don't like him and I don't want you to like him." "Oh!" "You see, little pal, I'm your guardian." "Are you?" "Yes, and I'm giving you due legal notice that you have no right to marry without my consent?you promise to make me your confidant?" fj r nr n [ l/i EjfMJUW == $ 45 DIXON ^ iv Thomas Dixon. A soft laugh full of tenderness and Joy came from the girl as she turned her eyes upward for the first time: "All right, guardie, I'll confer with you on that occasion." CHAPTER III. A Straight Tip. Nan received the announcement of Bivens's failure to settle Woodman's suit with a grim resolution to win now, at all hazards. The sensational report of Stuart's action against the big financiers had given her quick mind the cue to a new line of stratagem. She began cautiously. "You are no going to give up a thing I've set my heart on merely because old Woodman's a fool, are you?" she asked her husband, with a touch of scorn. "Jim Stuart is tne nest rriena you ever had. He has become one of the most famous men In America. He would lend distinction to our house. I want him at our next entertainment." "The thing that puzzles me," Blvens broke in, "is why the devil he will not come to the house. When I meet him down town he's always friendly." Nan's lips quivered with a queer little smile. "Will he succeed In this action against these men?" "No." "Why?" "He can't get the facts." "If he could get them and did succeed, what would happen?" "He'd shake the foundations of the financial world." "You could get the facts, couldn't you, dear?" Nan spoke in the softest tones. "I have them already." "Why not give them to him?" "I had thought of that?but it's dangerous." "Why dangerous?" "It might bring on a panic." "What have you to lose by it?" "Nothing, if I'm wise." "I've never known anybody to call you a fool." "A panic's a dangerous thing to monkey with." "Nonsense!" Nan cried with enthu siasm. "I'll back you to win when the teat comes." Bivens smiled with pride. "Yes. I could win, I think, having a little inside information about what may happen." * "Why don't you do It. then?" "It's dangerous," Bivens repeated, thoughtfully. "It couldn't injure Stuart?" his wife asked cautiously. "No. It couldn't hurt him. On the other hand, I might make him the unconscious instrument of a great personal vengeance, double my fortune and possibly land Jim in the White House." "You must do it, dear!" his wife cried, trembling with suppressed excitement. Bivens hesitated and shook his head. "It's playing with dynamite." "It's worth the risk of double your fortune?do it for my sake!" Nan leaned close and pressed her husband's hand while her dark eyes found their way into his heart. The hard mouth smiled as he took her flushed face In his hands and kissed her. "I'll do it," he said with firm accent. "I know you'll win?you never fail!" she cried, "You'll not lose a moment?" "No. I'll 'phone him at once." Bivens called Stuart and made an appointment to meet him at the Algonquin club for dinner two days later. wny lWO uays ueiu.v ; i\an a?cu petulantly. "It will require that time to prepare the papers. Don't worry. I'll put the thing through now." When Stuart sat down with Bivens in one of the magnificent private dining rooms of his millionaire club two days later, he was struck with the perfection of the financier's dress, and the easy elegance of his manners. "Nan has surely done wonders with some pretty crude material!" he mused. As the meal progressed the lawyer's imagination continued to picture the process of training through which she had put Bivens to develop from the poor white southerner, the polished kittle man of the gilded world he now saw. No flight of his fancy could imagine the real humor of it all. He recalled Nan's diary with grim amusement. While Bivens had really been wax in her skillful hands since the day of her marriage, the one task she found hard was her desperate and determined effort to make him a well-groomed man. She was finally compelled to write out instructions for his daily ? -a fVtom U'lth till COnuUCl ttliu riuuivv i..?.. sorts of threats and blandishments. She pasted this programme in Bivens's hat, at last, and he was in mortal terror lest some one should lift the inside band and read them. They were minute and painfully insistent on the excessive use of soap and water. They required that he wash and scrub two and three times daily. Not only did they prescribe tooth brushes and mouth washes, with all sorts of pastes and powders, but that he should follow it with an invention of the devil for torturing the gums known as "dental floss." To get even with the man who invented the thing Bivens bought him out and stopped its manufacture ?only to find the scoundrel had invented a new one and had it on the market three weeks later. In the midst of this agony of breaking him to the copious use of water, Bivens found a doctor who boldly declared that excessive bathing was ruinous to the health?that water was made for fish and air for man. The little millionaire made him chief of the staff of his household doctors, but Nan refused to admit him when she learned his views. Bivens secretly built him a hospital, endowed it, and gave a fund to found a magazine to proclaim his gospel. . It took two years to thoroughly break him so that she could always be sure that his nails were trimmed and his clothes in perfect style. He had long since ceased to struggle and had found much happiness of late years in vying with her in the perfection of his personal apj>earance until he had come to fit into the great establishments, which he had built at her suggestion, as though to the manor born. When the dinner was finished Blvens dismissed the waiter, lighted one of his huge cigars and drew from a mo[ rocco case which he had placed beside his chair a type-written manuscript. He turned its leaves thoughtfully a moment and handed them to Stuart. "There's a document, Jim, that cost me ten thousand dollars to prepare; for whose suppression a million dollars would be paid and no questions asked." "And you give it to me?" the district attorney asked, with a smile. "I give it to you." "But why this generosity on your part, Cal?" The sarcasm which the lawyer threw Into the playful banter of his tone was not lost on the financier. The mask of his cunning, dark visage was not slipped for a moment as he slowly repiled: "I have anticipated that question. I answer it fully and frankly. There Is enough dynamite in that document to blow up half of Wall street and land somebody in the White House." "And many in the morgue?' "And some in the penitentiary. I've watched your work the past nine years with genuine pride, Jim. You've said a lot of hard things about rich malefactors, but you've never touched me." "No, I think you're too shrewd to be caught in that class, Cal." "I nride myself that I am. It's only the clumsy fool who gets tangled In the criminal law. But a lot of them have done It?big fellows whose names fill the world with noise. I've taken the pains to put into that typewritten document the names, the dates, the places, the deeds, the names of the witnesses and all the essential facts. Do what you please with it. If you do what I think you will, some men who are wearing purple and fine linen will be wearing stripes befo-e another year and you will be the biggest man In New York." "And your motive?" "Does it matter?" "It vitally affects the credibility of this story. "You must know my motive?" "I prefer to be sure of it before taking so important and daring an action as you suggest." Bivens rose and stood before his friend with his smooth hands folded behind his back. "You believe me, Jim, when I say that my pride In your career is genuine?" "I've never doubted it," was the quick answer. "Then two suggestions will be enough. Perhaps I wish to get even with some men who have done me a dirty trick or two, and perhaps, Incidentals. in the excitement which will follow this exposure of fraud and crime, I may make an honest penny?is that enough?" "Quite." "And you'll make the attack at once?" Stuart glanced rapidly through the first page of the document and his eyes began to dance with excitement. "The only favor I ask," Bivens added, "is twenty-four hours' notice before you act." "I'll yet you know." "Stuart rose quickly, placed the document in his inside pocket and hurried home. (To Be Continued.) TRAPPED IN A WOLF'S HOLE. Sam Lawson's Adventure Shows the Kind of Men They Have In Oklahoma. "The fact that Sam Lawson is alive today," said Col. Joe Ellswell of Sweet Wells, In the Texas Panhandle, "shows the stuff they make their citizens of over in Oklahoma. Sam Lawson's brother-in-law, Miles Blodgett, lives in Deaf Smith county, grand old Texas and Sam went over there to spend a week or so with Miles. Quite a few wolves keep up their bothering of folks in that chunk of the Panhandle and Sam hadn't been there a day before he went out to hunt wolves. He didn't come back that day and next morning the folks started out to have a look for him. They found his horse on the prairie, saddled, but without a bridle. Thirty men scoured the country all day but couldn't find the missing Sam nor any sign of him. "The hunt was kept up until late In the afternoon of the next day, and then one of the searching party came upon the feet and legs of a man sticking out of a hole In the ground. The feet and legs were Sam Lawson's. The hole in the ground was a wolf den and Sam's body was covered three feet deep with dirt and stones. "His face wasn't buried. Sam was alive and no time was lost in unearthing him from his living grave. He was so much nearer dead than alive that it was not until some time after he had been carried home and cared for that he could give any account of how he-got into the extraordinary situation in which he was found. "He had trailed a wolf to its den and discovered that the hole contained a number of wolf whelps. In order to get to them he had dug down on a slant as if he were making the entrance to a dugout. In the trench thus made he lay down flat on his stomach to reach into the hole after a pup. "He got the pup. dragged it out and killed it and gave It a toss back from the trench. He had tied his horse to a bunch of bear grass near the hole and the dead wolf whelp fell directly under the horse's nose. That scared the horse and he began to plunge about. "His plunges caved in the bank upon Sam where he lay flat in the trench. The falling stones and earth burled him. "By a frantic effort he managed to work with his hands enough dirt down into the hole under him so that he uncovered a breathing space, although he was almost smothered before he succeeded in accomplishing the task. The weight on him was so great that he could not move as much as a finger after that and succor had arrived not a moment too soon. Sam had lain there helpless, without food or drink, two nights and nearly three days. "He was able to get around in a couple of days and went right back to Oklahoma where, he said, they didn't call on a fellow to put his makeup to I such strenuous tests." ittisccllanrous 2Uadinp. BARRETT ON POLITICIANo. Can Best Serve Farmers By Staying Out of Politics. Charles S. Barrett, president of the National Farmers' Union, In his iricst open letter to the organlza Ion, stresses unselfish service in both politics and within the farmers' own organizations. It Is interesting at this point to note that recently complied statistics or tnej Farmers' Union show that the organization Is growing steadily in numbers and Influence, with the exception of a very few states. It is perhaps the first time in the history of any purely farmers' organization this condition has prevailed. For a time the union appeared to be doomed to the same fate that has overtaken practically every similar or-i ganizatlon?slow disintegration. While there was a sagging for a time, the union has taken on fresh life and Is unquestionably growing in strength, numerically and In Influence. Here Is President Barrett's latest statement: To the officers and members of the rr<? ITnlnn' Solflshnpss is the bane of politics and of every organization. the Farmers' Union not excluded. We are gradually scourging It from the Farmers'. Union. There's less of It among the leaders than ever before. But the purging must be complete before the order reaches the effectiveness destined for It by the national needs It seeks to supply. Here Is an illustration: I know politicians high in favor and In office who could have served the people with twice the efficiency had they stayed out of office. The minute a man begins to run for office, his nobler and broader qualities are likely to suffer. He finds himself compromising with his convictions, when they run counter to his opportunities. He finds his mouth closed In denouncing abuses that work to the harm of the people, because those who perpetuate them may be able to injure him. He makes countless enemies of powerful and good Individuals that otherwise he could have kept in line for the public good, had he not injected the bitter virus of partisanship. The man who would serve the farmer can most often do It best by remaining out of politics. You will have no difficulty recalling men of powerful mentality who could have been of Inestimable service to the public weal, had they not tied themselves to the | wheel of politics. , There is such a thing as statesmanship in private life. The leader of the farmor In r\r nut nf f?PB?nl?ltion. must train up to that sort of statesmanship, the first requisite of which is the submerging of selfish ambitions for the general welfare. You leaders among the farmers, have you kept this faith? Has your every effort and energy been directed toward bettering the condition of the farmer or yourself? Would you make for the farmer the sacrifices you have made for yourselves? If you have not, and would not, it Is unlikely you will ever be able to give the brand of service that will be truly effectual and that will write your name in history. Are you in the order for glory and selfish advancement, or to so strengthen it by your devotion and abilities that it will further the interests of the farming masses of this country? You would not allow yourself to become easily discouraged if you were working for your own aggrandizement or prosperity. Will you allow yourself to become discouraged when you are working for the aggrandizement and , prosperity of the farmer? Here Is this man of the acres who has suffered and been neglected these centuries, and who is just coming into his own. Are you able to point out to . him his frailties, and have you the courage to do it? Have you the bravery to stick to his cause when. In misunderstanding and temporary pettish- i ness, he smashes you? Are you broad ( enough to remain fighting by his side, , when you believe he Is In the wrong, but know he needs you none the less? We have solved some big problems , for the farmer In the past six years. We will need to solve still larger ones in the future. You must strip for the battle. Unselfishness must be your guidon. Hanging on in the face of defeat and keeping your head In the flush of victory must be your programme. I admit the programme is a hard one. But when you consider the Immensity of the field you are working in, and that in this particular vine- 1 yard the "laborers are indeed few" you will understand more thoroughly the necessity of the qualities I have outlined. CHARLES S. BARRETT. FIRED THE FIRST SHOT. Edmund Ruffin. Who Started Tha Struggle, Later Committed Suicide, There is always a fascination about the first, whether it's a baby, a pair of trousers, a high hat or the discoverer of the north pole. And so it is that, with the fiftieth anniversary of the civil war, there is a particular \ Interest attaching to the man who fined the first shot. There has been some dispute about it, but the consensus of opinion has settled upon Edmund Ruffln as the one who "fired the shot that freed the slaves." Certain it is that he suffered the ill fortune that pursues so many benefactors of the human race, because he ended a career of misery by firing a final shot that gave him entrance to "that bourne from which no traveler ever returns." Withal, he was an unwilling benefactor, because he was such an ardent secessionist that when he saw the blue would win he ended his life rather than endure "Yankee rule." A book that the passing of years has made interesting is in the possession of Captain Noble D. Preston of Philadelphia. It is a history of the American revolution, and was the property Edmund Ruffln. Captain Preston will never forget the day that his servant Aaron handed him the book, for with it came a handsome pair of heavy blankets. Preston, with his comrades of the Tenth New York cavalry, was near the Tames river in Mav. 18G4. when one night Aaron woke his master up by throwing the heavy blankets on him. Aaron had been out with a party on a foraging trip. But he never told where he got the articles. As Captain Preston never allowed his men to enter a house except to get eatables, he took the negro boy sharply to task. But when the captain looked at the blankets he noticed the initials "U. S." "Well, whoever had these blankets stole them, so you're all right, Aaron," he remarked. The history has since been in the relic chest at Captain Preston's home, he didn't take it out until a few days ago. when General Pr.vor announced that he had been first delegated to fire that first shot. The captain pasted this recent newspaper clipping in the back of the book beside an old, yellow clipping which chronicled the suicide of Ruffln. The book is the first volume of a history written by David Ramsey, M. D., and was published by R. Atkln & Son in Philadelphia. Besides the signature and bookmark of Ruffln there are two other signatures on the front covers. One is "Alexander Mitchelson, London," and the other "W. Harrison, January 14, 1804." The first clipping on the back cover reads as follows: "Old Edmund Ruffln, who fired the first gun on Ft. Sumter, committed suicide on Saturday last near Danville, Va., by blowing his brains out with a musket. He had become very low-spirited since the capture of Richmond, and did not wish to live under Yankee rule. He left a note saying, "I cannot survive the loss of the liberties of my country.'" Then, after 46 years, another clipping throws a different light on the firing of the first shot. It Is this statement of General Roger Atkinson Pryor, the soldier, editor and lawyer. It reads as follows: "The first shot on Ft. Sumter freed the slaves, but that was not my Intention when I viewed the cannon's fuse, prepared to touch It off. "I was then a lawyer of 33 from Virginia, and had make a speech In Charleston Just a few days before the 12th of April, 1861, In which I said: 'Strike one blow and Virginia will secede In an hour by the Shrewsbury clock.' It was in compliment for this speech that General Beauregard bestowed upon me the honor of firing the first shot. Ruffln had a paper, of which he had been editor for many years. He was the first advocate of secession as distinct from Calhoun's doctrine of nullification. Virginia did not favor Ruffin's notion strongly. That Is why Ruffin went to South Carolina to propound his doctrine. He went to Charleston In April. Charleston was beleagured with 3,000 to 4,000 young southern gentlemen, all in fighting trim. With these boys Ruffin enlisted. He was present when General Beauregard asked me to fire the first shot. I introduced him to the general and told the general what Ruffin had done to further the cause of the south, and persuaded him to allow Ruffin to fire it. The general was persuaded. Ruffin fired the first shot. Virginia thereupon seceded, uniting the entire south." Ruffin's name would hardly be known today If General Pryor had obeyed the first instructions. The taking of the old book from his chest has brought back old memories to Captain Preston, and once again he wonders what became of his faithful boy Aaron. Aaron always said that was his only name and he never nan another one. Like Topsy, Aaron didn't know anything about his past. Captain Preston met him during the early part of the war and he was faithful to the end, even following him to Philadelphia. When Captain Preston recovecaA from serious wounds near the close of the war and went to Washington on his way north, Aaron stuck with him. Aaron walked with his master to the train shed, wearing his saber and belt. Noticing how down-hearted Aaron was the captain asked him if he wanted to go "north." "Golly, master, I'd like to." But Aaron forgot a satchel and went back to the headquarters to get Jt. The train went off without Aaron, and Captain Preston arrived In Philadelphia minus the faithful servant. He stayed In Philadelphia for several days visiting friends prior to going to his home In New York. Before going to the old Kensington depot to catch his train he went down to the Washington Avenue depot. Tnere he was amazed to see Aaron walking wildiy up and down the street with the satchel, saber and belt. There was a grand reunion, but It wasn't to last long. Aaron stopped to talk to some negroes and the captain lost track of hint But he got his belt and saber, and still has them. Aaron, It appears, was arrested when he went back to the quarters and was brought before General Abercromble. The officer commanded him to give up the belt and saber, but the plucky little fellow refused to do It. He explained that "a bullet went clear through that belt and through Massa Preston's body, and Massa Preston wouldn't part with It for a mint." The general admitted the boy's nerve and was also Impressed with the story and gave him a pass out of the city. To Aaron the "north" was a definite place, (and he thought that if u? ??.i. train Pnln? north lie would find the captain. So It was entirely by accident that Captain Preston got his mementos. Aaron, If he is living, Is the only one that can explain where Ruffln's book came from.?Philadelphia NorthAmerican. Cheating the Dead. To steal pennies from a dead man's eyes has been held for ages as the most contemptible form of thievery. But modern days have developed a meaner depth of larceny?the betrayal of trust whereby poor bodies are defrauded of the few feet of earth to which they are entitled as a last resting place. No walk of life is free of these plunderers, the relatives or heirs who succeed to comfortable fortunes being quite as apt to rob their dead benefactors as poor men are to run away and shirk responsibility. Mr. Smith?who is In this instance a composite person?was a fairly prosperous New York business man. His wife died In 1906. He mourned her with every indication of sincerity, and had her body kept in the receiving vault of a high-priced cemetery near New York City for nearly a year. Then he learned of a less expensive place farther away, and had the coffin removed to it. The bereaved man was so overcome with grief that he could not immediately select a burial plot. After six months he revisited the cemetery and spent hours looking over the grounds. With tears in his eyes he told the salesman who showed him about how beautiful his wife had been: what a sweet, lovable character she had; how devoted she had beerij to him. Indeed, he became so sad, as he once more realized his loss, that he could not proceed with the melancholy business of choosing a plot. He went away, still overwhelmed with emotion and saying he would return when he was more composed. That was more than two years ago. He has not been back yet.?Harper's Weekly. I?" When he really needs it, the Christian has as much right to pray) for gold as for grace. EDITORS IN NEW YORK. Gotham Paper Tells of Visit of South Carolina Press. New York Herald. "This Is where the reporters get In. Not so fast there! Not the New York reporters. Oh. dear, no. They're in all the time?In bad. No, New York editors never go away In a bunch and leave the newspapers to the reportorial staff. If they did there'd be something new, as well as something good, In newspapers, but?that's another story. "No. the reporters and even the devils who do get In are the reporters and devils of South Carolina. They've been In for a week, and there's still another week coming to them. One week ago the editors of Ben Tillman's state quit business, they began to convene, they did convene, and yesterday they arrived In New York for a week's recuperation. Meanwhile the newspaper public of South Carolina Is having newspaper stories served up to them as they should be?even as this one. The editorial blue pencil Is being stayed In Its deadly work for two whole weeks?In South Carolina. "Now for the story, for, after all, this is a tale about editors and not reporters. Fifty editors from South Carolina arrived fn New York yesterday on board the Apache, of the Clyde line. They left Charleston Sunday, after three days In convention at Columbia, S. C. "Editors! Thev are of all kinds? big editors, little editors, weekly editors and dally editors and a few semiweekly editors. There are married and unmarried editors; wives, families and other women friends, too. Quite a harpy party this editorial outing .from South Carolina. "What are they going to do in New York, these editors from South Carolina? What aren't they going to do in New York? Is more like the question. Some of them have been here before, and they are going to show the rest how much they have done for them In bringing them up here. To begin with, by way of getting their bearings, they are going around the town In sightseeing automobiles, and they are going to walk in a body down Broadway, at night. "Then they are going up the Hudson and coming down again as quickly as the steamboat will bring them. They have already decided that New York is much too good to be away from long. Then there are the theatres. Some of them have figured that by taking In matinees whenever possible, as well as all the evening performances they'll be able to see 10 different shows. They don't figure on the moving picture shows. They have moving picture shows themselves in South Carolina. "The editors have been Invited to the banquet of the Cotton Seed Crush era* association at the Produce exchange, and they hope to be able to accept it. But the editors are not going to forget business entirely. They are going to read New York newspapers and see what editors do here. They are to visit a linotype factory and a type foundry, and they are to inspect the Herald building. ^Altogether, the visit of the South Carolina Press association will "be a memorable one. The officers of the association in charge of the party are: August Kohn of The News and Courier. Columbia, president: J. L. Mlms, of the Edgefield Advertiser and E. H. DeCamp of the Gaffney Ledger, vice presidents. FAMOUS ROYAL JEWELS. Regalia of England Kept Under Guard In the Tower of London. The men of western countries leave the wearing of Jewels to women, but it is not so in the east, where, especially in India, the princes vie with one another in the magnlflcance of the jewels worn In turban, necklace, belt and sword hilt and sword scabbard. Their fingers are often covered with beautiful rings and great gems flash from their state dress. No one knows how ancient may havu been the fondness of gems in Asia and India, but the prehistoric man can have had but little use for them, for he could not appreciate their beauty where richness of color could only be got by cutting with instruments of which he was ignorunt. There must always have been some stones which without artificial preparation showed fine coloring. Of these the chief seem to have been the turquoise, the carnelian and lapis lazuli. In the most ancient of the Egyptian sepulchers we find the mummies of the dead kings and queenB and of the gTeat ones of the nation wearing these simple stones with the gold beads, plates, chains and rings, which have their value today as of old. One would imagine that with a people so full of learning and of such wondrous civilization other colored crystals to be found not far from the Nile would have had their place. But beyond the occasional discovery of an emerald the evidence tends to show that the beauties of Pharaoh's court had little but gems which in our eyes have comparatively small value. Our ancestors In Europe had, In the bronze age, at least, to content with enamels. The knowledge of the use of glass probably came to them from lighting fires on sands and rocks that could be melted with heat. Then the red colors always visible where iron exists must have given the first hint how to mix this red tint with the vitreous glaze. From the employment of red from Iron ores and springs they advanced to use the green of copper in the same way, and boxes and plaques of enamel of these colors took their place on shield and casque, breastplate and brooch. Then both for bronze and tin and gold, and for colored glass, used In beads, and for amber the traffic grew with the east. I have seen the mixed colored glass beads of Carthage dug up on highland moors. These were often regarded as charms by the peasantry, and kept as possessing properties that might cure disease, for none knew whence they came, anu iney were supersiuiuusi.v regarded, as were also any balls of white or red agate from old regalia of church worship. Pearls are so short-lived that we cannot know when they were first used. That they were much admired by our European and Asiatic forefathers is certain from the ancient sculptures which show them in use. They, with amber and with crystal, are probably the oldest ornaments worn. The emeralds of China and of India are emeralds in color, but have more of the composition of rubies, a fact known only to modern students of chemistry. All these wonders in colored stones were too costly and rare for the west e?n and northern monarchs of old. The plain diadem or band of gold they wore as a sign of their rank seems to have been followed by the diadem with spikes or rays of gold, and gems and enamel on the gold next appeared, copied from the eastern art. But in the east also the plain gold circlet was long retained, and the 1 change made to imply power is seen sometimes in a duplication or trlpllca- ' tion of the diadem or circlet. Thus j the papal tiara and the crown of Theodore of Abyssinia, now at South Kensington, are examples of the rals- 1 ing of the height by repetition of the ' lower design. The early spikes or ' rays became changed to flowers, the ! lily being the usual model. Then came the arch over the onen circlet and th? ' expression, "He has closed his crown," came to mean that a king had asmimed Imperial or roval power. There was a new crown made for Queen Victoria, and In this, which Is a perfect constellation of Jewels, the four arches to close the dome of the crown meet to support In the center the jeweled orb, and above that again, an equal armed cross, each arm like a battle ax, placed back to back. The cdp of violet velvet within is copied from a crown of Henry VIII. The great Kohlnoor diamond, the chief ornament of the crown, was part of the treasure taken at Lahore, in India. When it still graced the native sovereign collection of. gems. It used to be shown with other Jewels at great assemblies, or durbars. The Great Ruby of the kingdom of Bohemia, captured by the Black Prince at Aglncourt, is a wondrous stone. The regalia of crown jewels of England, which may be seen in the Tower of London, where thousands of Americans have viewed them, are as follows: St. Edward's crown, made after the pattern of that crown broken up and sold during the civil war, although far more richly embellished; the new state crown made for the coronation of Queen Victoria; the Prince of Wales's crown, the Queen Consort's crown, the Queen's diadem, a circlet of gold made for the coronation of Mary D'Este, consort of James II., St. Edward's staff of beaten gold, the royal scepter, a scepter with the cross, the rod of equity, or scepter with the dove, the Queen's scepter with the cross, the Queen's Ivory scepter made for Mary D'Este, an ancient scepter made for Queen Mary, consort of William of Orange (III. of Great Britain), the orb, the Queen's orb, the Kohinoor diamond, the sword of justice, the armulee or coronation bracelets, the royal spurs, the ampulla for the holy oil, the gold, coronation spoon?the only piece of the ancient regalia remaining; the golden saltcellar, the baptismal font and the silver fountain presented to Charles II. by Plymouth town. "One would think that as the king's treasury was so nobly furnished some of the largest and finest jewels would have graced the principal regalia." Bo wrote a gentleman after he had counted up the great treasure in jewels and plate which was sent over to Holland, "privately, by the king's special warrant to the Duke of Buckingham." This was in the reign of Charles I., and yet in 1649, when the trustees of parliament had got possession of the Jewels from the upper Jewel house In the tower, It was found that the crown had no great value. The imperial crown and other regalia of the realm at the time of Charles I. were valued at only ?2,000. In another account, written in 1626, the king's Jewel office was said to contain an immense quantity of Jewels, gold plate of divers forms, such as feathers, flowers, collars composed of diamonds, rubies, sapphires, etc. There were also basins and ewers, "bolls," cups, saltcellars and dishes. And now the old Tower of London holds the regalia of England. You may see there the stones which have given cause for endless Intrigues and strife set In new gowns. So the fame and glory of older civilization, old before ours began, are renewed to lend luster to our empire of today. Ttiese gems and grandeur are all symbols of the ever-shifting aspects of all hu- ( man power?gone today, to be found ? tomorrow, and again to fade and ap- j pear over and over again In ever { altered form.?Youth's Companion. 1 SOME ORATORICAL BULLS. ( ' t Mixed Metaphors By Even Careful ? Speakers In the House of Commons. f The ex-Irish attorney-general's de- ] lghtfully mixed metaphor at Bootle s about the milch cow which distilled f golden sovereigns Is another proof j that one should not use a metaphor s unless one really means it. The house ?( I of commons produces a rich crop of N these weeds of oratory. When Mr. f Bryce, our ambassador at Washing- jton, was Irish secretary he amused t the house by describing the Irish local government board as "a malignant fairy which steps in off its own bat." I It was an Irish member who after t pointing out that the Irish Land t league was losing public support and had to practise economy went on to 8 say: "But sir, the well is running 1 dry, and they think that by putting in j the pruning knife they can bring t more grist to the mill." Another Irish Unionist described a concession to the 1 Nationalists as "the first stitch in the p dismemberment of the empire." <, Mr. Field, who has something of a reputation for this sort of thing, once said: "The right honorable gentleman t shakes his head?and I'm sorry to fc hear it," and on another occasion t speaking of a bill relating to the ship- . ping of cattle across the Irish sea he c begged his fellow members "not to a look at the subject from a live stock j point of view." ^ Eut even the most practiced speakers sin In this way at times. The 8 present prime minister, usually count- 1 ed among the most lucid and logical 0 of debators, once affirmed that "retri- . button Is a thorny subject which requires delicate handling or it will 1 tread on somebody's toes," and the leader of the Unionist party once spoke of "an empty theatre of unsympathetic auditors."' a Even Mr. Gladstone, replying to an t opponent in the house who shook his at some statement attributed to him: "No, no; It will not do for the r honorable member to shake his head t in the teeth of his own words." j Lord Curzon, another extremely lucid speaker, was once betrayed into saying "Though we are not yet out of s the wood, yet we have a good ship," i and Sir W. Hart Dyke, in compliment- , ing Mr. Lowther, said that he "had _ caught a big fish in his net?and went ? to the top of the tree for it." Lord Middleton, then Mr. Broderick, in- ' formed the house of commons, when * it was settling down to discuss the af- ? fairs of the army, that "among the s many jarring notes heard in this house this subject at least must be regarded i as an oasis."?Manchester Guardian > RETURN OF THE 8NUFFBOX. Battles Have Beer Fought and Sermons Preached Through Aid of Powdered Tobacco. It is stated that snufftaking Is once more showing signs of returning popularity. Aforetime It was a great art, and practiced by all sorts and conditions of men and women. It was then ordained that, in order to take a pinch In a graceful manner, it was absolutely necessary to go through a set ritual. Having taken the box In the right hand, It was tapped and opened, and after It had gone the round of the company. Its owner gathered up the snuff In the box by striking the side with the middle and forefingers and then took a pinch with the right hand. It was held two or three moments between the Angers and then carried to the nose. It was then sniffed in with precision by both nostrils This done, the box was closed, the performance concluding with a sneeze and the vigsrous application of the handkerchief to the nose. But that was the procelure on ceremonial occasions?in private it was taken haphazard, and alnust unconsciously. "The consumption of snuff at the gambling table was considerable, as the players believed it cleared their leads, stimulated their intellects and toothed their nerves?attributes that iccounieu largely tor us aimosi universal use. Napoleon wus a great belever In the virtue of pinches of snuff >ft repeated for the same reasons, :hough they availed him nothing at Waterloo, where he is said to have applied himself incessantly to his snuffbox. Other soldiers, too, have been iddicted to a pinch amid the roar and iln of conflict. For instance, during a battle in Holland a general implored >ne of his officers to allow him to dip into his box. At the very moment :he latter was presenting it he was :arried off by a cannon ball. Not in :he least disconcerted, the general :urned to the other side a'id said quietly to another officer: 'Well, sir, then vou must give me a pinch.' "A more famous soldier won probtbly the greatest battle of modern :imes, it is asserted, mainly through :he influence of snuff. All through the Prussian advance Von Moltke contlnjally took pinches. When he was told :hat MacMahon was marching northward he exclaimed, 'Mein Gott! surely le's mad!' and forthwith nearly emptied his snuffbox as he retired to his tent to organize the plans which culninated In the tremendous conflict of Sedan. At the end of the war he revived a bill from the military stores, * For one pound of snuff supplied to* General Von Moltke, one thaler!' The treat soldier paid It without a murnur. "Had these timely pinches of snuff lot been taken Von Moltke might hot lave crowned his career with such, a riumphant victory. But be that aa it nay, he would most certainly have tuffered If he had been deprived} of the, ? , treat-, solace of hie^. lavswiSa enetfr er**- ? \nent the agonies of snuff takers in he absence of snuff one remembers a itory or oean Karaaey. a severe snowitorm had cut off all communication n a Highland district for some weeks, ind every snuffbox in one village was exhausted, with no hope of replenlshnent. The minister in particular was 10 starving for a pinch that study was >ut of the question. At last the bealle suddenly rushed off and returned n a few minutes with an exultant-cry )f 'Hae!' and a resupply box. "Whaour lid you get it, John?' asked the minster, after a long, deep pinch. 'I soupit swept) the poupit,' replied John. The ninister's continual splllings of snuff Sabbath after Sabbath had proved of ,'alue in the days of famine. "That minister's replenished box jrought much benefit to those who ap>lled themselves to its contents. There is, too, on record a tale of a >inch of snuff that turned enemies in0 friends. A well-known tobacco and muff manufacturer's son entered one >f the crack cavalry regiments, to the p-eat disgust of the aristocratic 'genlemen and officers' thereof. It was jrlvately decided to make the intruler feel that he was not wanted in hat exclusive unit of the service, and 1 neat plan was formed with that obect. As soon as the dessert was over, tnd the. wine was on the rounds on he first night he appealed at mess his >rother officers simultaneously took >ut their pocket handkerchiefs, and hen ensued what was more like a ineezing competition than anything >lse. The one for whose benefit this ittle hint was Intended looked around i moment in mild antonishment beore taking in the import of the dls>lay. Then he rose, dignified and calm, ind with the politest air in the world: Gentlemen,' he said, taking out a silver mounted snuffbox, 'allow me to ofer you a pinch of my father's very >est snuff.' From that moment all anagonism was at an end. "By the way, some idea of the great >opularity of snuff in the old days may >e rormea Dy me raci mai a cuicuiuion was once made that the Inveterate muff taker in 40 years occupied no ess than 24 months in taking pinches, t being computed that one pinch was aken every 10 minutes. This is how he result was arrived at: Every ?inch, with the incidental circumtances, consumes lj minutes?lj minites out of every 10, allowing 16 hours 0 a snuff taking day, amounts to 2 tours and 24 minutes out of every naural day, or one day out of 10. One lay out of 10 amounts to 36 days and 1 half In a year. Hence, if we suptose the practice to be persisted in 40 ears, two entire years. Altogether, ilthough the cult of the snuffbox had ts pleasing amenities, it does not seem ine whose revival would bring in such mmense popularity as it enjoyed in he good old times."?London Globe. Caught the Lion's Eye.?A middle iged man stopped in front of one of h*> linn casres in the Central Park nenagerie and gazed intently at the lead of the old animal that was lying lown near the iron bars, prefaces the s'ew York Sun. After keeping his yes on the Inmate of the cage for leveral minutes he made passes with lis hand toward It. The lion's head rradually went down onto his paws ind he appeared to be asleep. "Great Is science!" the visitor said. 'The books say one can hypnotize any vild beast if near enough to hold his >ye while casting the spell, and I have lucceeded." "Hypnotize nothing! That old lion las been blind In his near eye for ears," the keeper said.