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^ ISSUED SEMI-WEEKLY. l. m. GRIST'S SONS. Pui.ii.her?, j % Jamilg feirspaper: Jor the {promotion of the political, Social. Agricultural and (Commercial Interests of the {people. J L?n?VA!" ESTABLISHED 1855. YORKVILLE, S. C., FltLDAY, OCTOBER 23, li>OB. NO. 85^ 4 ?M?? ?? NOT PI By CHARLOT7 CHAPTER I. I am a barrister, with a large practice. and it may well be imagined that in the course of my experience I have ^ known some strange stories. Perhaps one of the saddest is this incident, which happened to me some ten years ago. In following up a criminal case ten years since, I was compelled to go to America. t woo ino- tr> Ww York, and a sreat 1 "<*" B""'0 ? ----- _ friend of mine, Charlie Bellairs, offered to give me an introduction to his brother, Austin Bellairs, who had married a New York beauty, and was comfortably settled there. That offer was gratefully accepted. Charlie wrote off a long letter to his brother, * asking him to take especial care of pie, and show me what American hospitality was like. When I reached that well known city, Mr. Austin Bellairs was there to meet me. My purpose in writing this story is A not to give any description of America W or New York, which I leave to abler I pens; it is merely to relate what I thought a very curious incident. W Mr. Bellairs welcomed me warmly. He would not hear of my going to an ^ hotel or taking lodging. "I was Charlie's friend," he said; "and Charlie's friend was welcome as Charlie's self. His wife was expecting me. my rooms were ready, and I must go." I went. Austin Bellairs, with his family, resided in a house on Fifth avenue, a house that gave me the impression of wealth and comfort. The welcome received was wonderful. Mrs. ^ " Bellairs, who had been a beauty and an heiress, was a beauty still. I was charmed with her still lovely face and graceful manners. During dinner the conversation turn? ed unon children. The great house 0T was so still and quiet, my first impression was that there were no children. Austin Bellairs spoke of them presently. and told me that he had eight. "My eldest daughter is 12 years old," he said, "too young to be admitted to the dinner table, but you will see them _ all at dessert." "I have an excellent governess," said Mrs. Bellairs; "she has been with me A two years, and the children are very much attached to her." "Talk of English beauty," said Mr. ^ , Bellairs; "I consider our governess a perfect specimen of it." "Only that her beauty is half spoiled by the sadness of her expression. I have never seen a face so sad in all my life." Unconsciously I found myself thinking of this beautiful woman, wondering what she was like. I imagined I - \ might perhaps see her "when the children came in. Yes, Mrs. Bellairs sent her compliments to Miss Forsyth, and it would be pleasant if she would accompany the children to dessert. 4 I* plead guilty to watching the door anxiously. Whenever was man In different to the charm of a lovely face? 1 was disappointed. Presently the children came down, but no governess with them. I heard the eldest girl, Miss L,aura Bel lairs, give a message to her mother. "Miss Forsyth would be much obliged if Mrs. Bellairs would kindly excuse \ her?she had a violent headache." Claude, the eldest son, heard the message, and laughed aloud. "Miss Forsyth always has a headache. mamma, when any English genA tleman comes. It does not ache for PF the Americans." Claude was properly rebuked, and we spent a very pleasant evening. "I hope Miss Forsyth will feel better tomorrow," said Mrs. Bellairs. "You will be charmed with her singing; she has a magnificent contralto voice. But it seemed to me that I was not destined to meet Miss Forsyth. In that well managed household the children ^ were only seen once a day. and that was at dessert. As it happened that dinner parties at home were frequent, and we went out quite often to dine, a whole week had passed, yet I had seen nothing of her. ^ It was tantalizing to know there was a beautiful woman in the house, yet never once to obtain even the least glimpse of her. I said to Mrs. Bellairs at last that I thought her English governess was invisible. She smiled. "Poor Miss Forsyth has not been well lately: she has been suffering severely from nervous headache, and the very thought of society seems to distress her." r"I am not society," I said. "You are part of it," laughed Mrs. Bellairs. t"If Mahomet cannot go to the mountain, the mountain must go to Mahomet," I said to myself. "I will see Miss Forsyth." Two days after that one of the little children, in the most innocent manner possible, asked me how long I was going to stay. A suspicion darted across my mind that the governess had prompted that question. I cannot tell how the suspicion arose, but I could not avert it. ^ The same day I was passing through the hall when I saw a tall, veiled lady coming down the broad staircase. She wafc dressed for going out; the very instant she saw me. she turned round and went back again. ? It might have been accidental; but it looked to me as though it were purposely done. In the evening we were alone, with the exception of a few friends. Mrs. " i'-'? ?.?oro ir? ac n PTM t faVOl" MeilHII S nt-iii again. to ask for Miss Forsyth's presence among us. I smiled when the inevitable answer came about the headache. "This lady is purposely avoiding me." I thought to 'myself. "What can he her motive? Is she really, as these kindly people so honestly believe, averse to all si>eiety. or is there some deeper, graver motive?" ^ For a lawyer to #et hold of a suspicion is like a eat getting hold of a mouse. She was avoiding me?there ROVEN. E M. BRAEME. was no doubt of it?and I resolved to discover why. Trust a lawyer for finding: out the means to an end. I rose a little earlier than usual one morning, bent upon having my own way. I went out and bought a large parcel of costly toys for the children. They came home soon after we had finished breakfast, and I asked permission from Mrs. Bellars to I go to the school room and distribute them. She half hesitated. I did not mention the name of the governess, seeming utterly to ignore her. "I promise." I said, "not to detain the children long from their studies; but do give me the pleasure, Mrs. Bellairs." I knew that she was hesitating entirely on account of the governess, but I resolved to conquer. Mr. Bellairs interrupted us. "Take Mr. Lyndsay to the school room, Mima." he said; "there can be no possible objection." We went. I am sorry now that I ever undertook that journey to America at all. I am sorry that I persevered in my wish to see the beautiful governess, but all sorrow is too late. I had no motive in wishing to see her beyond strong curiosity. Mrs. Bellairs. carrying one large parcel. led the way; I followed with another. The school room lay at the end of a large, wide corridor. We heard the murmur of little voices; then Mi's. Bellairs opened the door. I had determined not to look at her at first, so no one could suspect my motive: but, as soon as I entered the room, I became aware of a woman's tall figure bending over a little child. "Now," said Mrs. Bellairs, "come here, children. Mr. Lyndsay has made up his mind to spoil you all. Come and see." They crowded round us. "Mr. Lyndsay," said Mrs. Bellairs, again, '"I must introduce you to Miss Forsyth." She was standing quite motionless and still by the table. I looked up. Pray God I may never see such a sight again. The ghastly face was awful to see; the gray pallor of death seemed to have spread over it; the white lips were parted and open, and the eyes were filled with a look of wild horror. I recognized her; she was not Miss Forsyth, but Mrs. Ross, and I had conducted the prosecution three years before. when she was accused of murder ?accused of poisoning her husband, Malcolm Ross of Ross House, near Glascone. As I looked at her, the whole of the trial Hashed across me. I remembered how we had all admired the beautiful face, and raved about it. Arnold Keith, supposed to be the best pleader in Scotland, had appeared for her, and it was a proof of his eloquence that the jury returned a verdict of "Not Proven," according to the old Scottish custom. Circumstantial evidence was strong against her. "My dear Miss Forsyth," cried Mrs. Bellairs, "you are very ill. Why did you not tell me? You should not be here with the children: your white face shocks me." She did not even seem to hear; her eyes were fixed on my face with such Imploring entreaty, such unutterable anguish; she knew, poor, unhappy woman, her social life or death was in my hands. A * U/k%tar? ?-* ,1 l?,nifrhto oil t?nrn/1 thfitlicrh ."1 lUV'U^ailU 11 lUUfc 1UO nuibvu nnvwo" my mind. Should I denounce her? Ought I not to tell these kindly, trusting friends of mine that the woman to whom they had confided the care and training of their children had been accused of murder, and only acquitted because her guilt was "Not Proven?" Or should I spare her because she was a woman?young, beautiful and helpless? In that moment I could not decide. I said to myself that I would wait and think it over, keeping her secret until I had arrived at a just decision. Then I saw that Mrs. Bellairs was looking curiously at us. I saw suspicion in her face, and suddenly remembered that I had made no reply to her introduction. "I hope Miss Forsyth will soon be better," I said. Oh, the grateful look she gave me? the relief that came into her face! "Go to your room at once. Miss Forsyth." said Mrs. Bellairs, "and do not leave it until you are better. A few days' holiday will not hurt the children." The next moment the governess had left the room, and the children were holding high carnival. "I believe Miss Forsyth was frightened at you. Mr. Lyndsay." said Mrs. Bellairs, half suspiciously. "That is no great compliment," I replied, with a smile; "I am not quite a Gorgon. I hope." I got through the day. but it was a very unpleasant one for me. CHAPTER II. It is well known that the greatest tragedies in life turn upon the smallhinirixi Tho loss of JI little folded paper led to the one I have to tell. That night, as I was going along the passage to my room, a paper was slipped into my hand. I caught one glimpse of white, slender fingers, and guessed whose they were. I read it. and most fully intended to destroy it?God knows I did. The letter ran: "Dear Mr. Lyndsay?Will you keep my fatal secret? I swear to God that I am innocent as a child. I>et me see you and plead my own case. Keep my secret, I pray you upon my knees. I thought?I hoped the past was dead, and I am trying so hard to do right in the present. All my future, all my life?1 may say all my hopes of heaven. lie in your silence. F. F." I read the note, then 1 folded it. I held it in my fingers in the very act of burning it. when there came a rap at my door. It was only Mr. Bellairs to tell me something he had forgotten. 1 burned something when I came back. I thought it was that letter, but it must have been something else; my table was half covered with scraps of paper. I have forgot to mention, in a postscript were added these words: "Pray let me see you as soon as you can. I can be in the garden tomorrow morning at seven. Dare I ask you to see me there?" I have often felt annoyed since to think upon how small a pivot a destiny turns. If I had burned that note? dear heaven, how I wish I had! The next morning by seven o'clock ' I was in the garden; she joined me at once. The first look at her face softened my heart, it was so white, so helpless and sad, the eyes all dim with weeping. "How shall I thank you?' she said. "You have kept my secret, and you are here. You have done me two favors nirondv. Arc vou inclined to be merci ful towards me?" % WmKki | t, . .. COMMANDER OF NEW DIVI Rear Admiral Conway H. Arnold 1 division of the Atlantic fleet consisting ( shire and Mississippi. The Dolphin w division ordered to Provincetowu, Mass. "I am indeed. As you speak so frankly, I will tell you my dilemma. I have hesitated as to whether my friend's children ought to be left in your hands. A woman who has been accused of murder cannot be a proper guide for youth." "I was accused, but I'm innocent," she cried. "Listen! Look up at that bright morning sky. Truly as the Great God is throned there, I am innocent of any thought to harm him. I did not love him, but I never even wished him dead." "The evidence was strong against you," I said. "I, for one, saw no flaw in it." "So it seemed, but God knows the truth," she replied, in quiet despair. "Oh, Mr. Lyndsay, give me this one chance more. I am trying so hard to make a fresh life for myself. These little ones love me?they do, indeed? and I am so fond of them. True, I have stood face to face with an earthly judge, I have been accused of a terrible crime, but my hands are stainless as your own. I have done good to these children! ask them if I have not. I have taught them to say their prayers, to love God, to be good, to shun evil. All that I could not have done had I been a wicked woman. Judge me by what I do now, judge me by the consequences of my teaching. I am willing to abide by the test." "I promise you to do nothing rashly," I said, "I will take time to consider; I will weigh all you have said in my( mind, and I will tell you the results." She thanked me with a passion of tears. Even as I stood listening to that woful weeping, I heard a sound as of footsteps in the long grass near us; they died away; then Miss Forsyth left me. I remained alone in the garden until the breakfast bell rang. I fancied there was a shadow on Mr. Rellairs' kindly face, while his wife look ed disturbed, agitated and unhappy, a gentleman, a friend of Mr. Bellairs, took breakfast with us. Even his presence did not <iuite do away with the constraint that hung over us. Breakfast had been over about an hour, when Mr. Bellairs asked me if I would come into his study. His wife was already there. They looked at me. hesitated, and seemed unwilling to speak. "Is anything the matter?" I asked, struck by the strange manner of both. "The fact is?it is very unpleasant." said Mr. Bellairs; "perhaps a few words will be best. Miss Forsyth, as our governess, is under our protection; we must shield her as we would one of our own children. Is it true, Mr. Lyndsay, she was seen in the garden with you this morning, weeping bitterly?praying to you almost? My son Charlie tells me so." It was useless to deny it. "You are right." I said; "she was there." "Then it is only fair to presume that you knew Miss Forsyth before you saw! her here?" "I knew her very little. The truth is, I know something of her affairs; she has not always been a governess. I had something to do with business of hers some time ago in Scotland." They looked at each other; there was a faint glimmer of a smile on Mrs. Bellairs face. "It will be all right, Austin," she said; "we have frightened ourselves for nothing." But Austin had no answering smile. "It is very unpleasant, Mr. Lyndsay, and I hope you will believe nothing but ' a sense of duty prompts me to ask ; these questions. Is this letter written i to you by Miss Forsyth?is it her handwriting?" To my unbounded consternation he produced the identical note the unfor- / tunate lady had written to me. "Where did you Ret that?" I cried. "It must have dropped from your hands, or have been blown by the wind from the window of your room," he replied. "Little Ardie picked it up on the grass-plot, and brought it to her mamma." ' "I knew Miss Forsyth's writing at once," interrupted Mrs. Bellairs, "and read the letter, believing it was addressed to myself." "I must ask you, Mr. Lyndsay, for an explanation. My wife and I are quite willing to give Miss Forsyth the benefit of a doubt; she has served us faithfully, and we like her very much. Still, our children must be first. We must know what the secret in this woman's life is; then we can judge if she , is fit to be entrusted with the training , of immortal souls. Will you tell us, 1 Mr. Lyndsay, what this secret is?" SION OF ATLANTIC FLEET. tins been selected to command a new of the battleships Idaho. New Hampill be his flagship. This is the naval , for target practice and maneuvers. ??????????????? "I cannot. I gave my word to the [ unfortunate lady this morning that I would keep her secret." . "Then from that promise she herself must free you. Understand me, Mr. Lyndsay, I do not wish to be hard; but I must know what this woman's secret is. If she be unfortunate, and not guilty, she will remain where she is. If she be guilty, she must leave my { children, but we will not forsake her? j, we will befriend her all our lives." Nothing could be fairer than that. j "The best plan," I said, "will be to ^ send for Miss Forsyth, and tell her s what has happened." . We sat in perfect silence until she t came. I could not help admiring the , quiet dignity with which she entered ? the room. She looked around at our t three faces, and her own grew white. | "Miss Forsyth," said Mrs. Bellairs, ^ "we have sent for you to ask you to confide in us?to trust us. This letter of yours, written last night to Mr. Lyndsay, has been found and read. It was lost accidentally, and Mr. Bellairs has read it. We only wish to be kind to you, but you must tell us what your secret is." There was the least shade of reproach in her beautiful eyes raised to mine. "Must it be told?" she asked. "It is absolutely necessary," replied Mr. Bellairs." "Suppose I go at once?leave your house never to return?would that not do as well?" "It would do, but in that case we should be forced to believe you guilty. I would fain think otherwise. Trust us, miss rorsyui. 'I could not toll it." she said. "If Mr. Lyndsay will relate it for me, I will thank him." She turned to me with a quiet, dignified despair. "Do not spare me. Mr. Lindsay," she said: "neither add one word nor take one away. Let me be fairly judged." "I will send for you again when we have arrived at some decision," said Mr. Bel lairs. Do you know that, although I had conducted the prosecution, I felt inclined to follow that lovely woman out of the room and do my best to comfort her? But my host and his wife were look ing anxiously at me. I drew a chair to the table and began my story. To be Continued I ~c Little Islands. I The latest addition to the British i Empire. Coetivy Island, in the Indian < ocean, is not the smallest bit of terri- c tory reigned over by King Edward, i says the New York Tribune. It Is, for I instance, at least ten times as big as i Pudding island, in tbo Tonga group, < which is less than a mile in circumference. The area of this latter, too, is ? gradually diminishing owing to disin- 1 tegiution and subsidence of the coral i base on which it stands. It derives Its i curious name from its striking resetn- \ blance to the top half of a pudding, the t barrier reef which entirely surrounds > it standing for the rim of the basin. ^ Then there is Beehive island, in the i South Pacific, which rises from the t centre of a perfectly circular platform ( to a height of 400 feet, in a smooth, l dome-shaped hill of polished basalt, 1 exactly resembling a beehive. Its area f altogether is less than 100 acres. Nev- t ertheless, on the ledge surrounding the i inaccessible central dome are some 200 natives, who support themselves by fishing. Conway island is another curiosity in < smallness. It is only six feet above i the water, and measures barely 180 ( yards in one direction by about 80 in j another. i THE BIG AND L The Methods of the Two Men Standard Oil By James > This is a story of the two John D.'s ar the big and little boss of the Standird Oil. The likeness between the two men does not end with their front lames. Both Rockefeller (without his kvig) and Archbold are short on hair ind long on money, both endow universities, and both are devout church members. Rockefeller was born in Mew York and emigrated to Ohio, and \rchbold was born in Ohio and emijrated to New York. One is the pres dent and the other the vice president )f the bigr oil trust, but while the tall Tohn D. shapes the general policies of 'he concern the short John D. works >ut the details. It must not be suppos?d, however, that Mr. Rockefeller has ill the big things his own way. It is tnown that one very Important change n the Standard's plan of campaign vas brought about by Mr. Archbold. This was in relation to publicity. The Rockefeller plan had been to say lothlng and gather in the earth and the ,'ullness thereof. The Archbold method is to continue taking in the earth, but ;o keep up an easy flow of conversation and printer's ink while in the act. \s soon as allowed to have his own ivay the little John D. set to work with lis ready letter writer and talked back. Whenever anybody attacked the Standird Oil company there immediately apleared in the papers a letter from Mr. \rohbold saying in effect that the man naking the charges should be called sy a shorter and uglier name. No onger was "26 Broadway" known as 'the great silence." The sphinx grew focal and gave people to understand otomml flrlillo U'QQ T"l nt milph jf a riddle after all. There was nothng mysterious except that the Standird had wanted the business and had jot it. It never undersold an independ?nt concern, as charged, if it could kill :hat concern off in any other way. Mr. Archbold said that a mistake lad been made and that henceforth the Standard would take the public Into ts confidence. This was a slight vacation on the manner in which the public had been taken in and confilenced before, and the change was lalled with a sigh of relief. For a time he new policy worked as smoothly as :he oil of which it treated, and even Rockefeller himself was converted. He jrew more and more loquacious, not >n!y in court, where he could not help limself, but at other times, when he alked only because he yearned to tell he public all about it. He joined the American Press Humorists, made the eporters boon companiohs and finally vound up by publishing his reminis:ences in a New York magazine. Publicity Policy Episode. Yet Archbold, the originator of the jolicy, got more publicity than he had >argained for. The papers not only minted the letters that he intended to lave printed, but other missives that vere designed only for United States lenators and other officials who needed he money and wanted to earn it by lecoming errand boys for the Standtrd. It appears that certain trusted employees stole Mr. Archbold's letter lies, and they were secured by Wiliam R. Hearst, who also believes in mblicity. Then Mr. Hearst read these v v/f& ^4 rrfr- \ JOHN D. ROCKEFELLER. etters all out loud to grinning auliences Mr. Archbold's policy of pubicity had got away from him and was aising the old Ned with his privately nvned herd of United States senators. :ongressmen and other stock of the ublic official class. As a letter writer dr. Archbold suddenly awoke to find limself crowding all tne otner prunes rut of the temple of fame. Since that episode it is said that Tohn I). Rockefeller has come out of lis ten years' retirement and has taken nore active control of the affairs of he Standard. Some of those epistles vould drag a ghost back from the oth;r shore of a statesman from his job, to It is not to be wondered at that they ?hould have pulled Rockefeller again nto the fray. The public is already 'amiliar with the famous missives con. erning Senator Foraker and other high ights in the political firmament, but lere is another epistolary gem from ornier Congressman Sibley to Mr. \rehbold that may not have reached so nan.v eyes. It runs: Personal and Confidential. House of Representatives, Washington, Nov. 23, 1903. My Dear Mr. A.?A (Rep.) United States senator came to me today to nake a loan of $1,000. I told him I lid not have it. but would try and get t for him and would let him have it n a day or two. Do you want to nake the investment? He is one who THE [TTLE JOHN D. Who Stand at the Head of the Corporation. \. Edgerton. . will do anything in the world that is right for his friends if ever needed. Please telegraph me yes or no. I will give you name when I see you. 1 don't know but what I ought to come over and see you. Events are crowding, and I am on the inside of them and think I, am playing no small hand and want to know whether to go ahead. The nomination of a Republican president is not yet settled. No man can safely predict the nominee, and guess I have got hold of the real situation as closely as any one here. If you need me for any purpose telegraph me and I will come over. Sincerely yours. Joseph C. Sibley. The name of this senator is not given; neither is it divulged whether or not the "investment" was made, but at a trifling little $1,000 per head the price of senators seems to have come down. At this figure the Standard could easily buy up all the senates, parliaments, congresses, legislatures and other lawmaking bodies on earth. It would seem to be as cheap to buy senators as to buy slaves in the old days. A good slave brought $1,000, and he had to be fed, clothed and housed besides, while the senator looks after these minor details for himself. Unless Mr. Archbold is as much pleased with the latest turn of his publicity campaign as is the general public he will doubtless hereafter follow the advice of a famous American statesman and "burn that letter." Files and presses containing secret correspondence are dangerous things. The intimate side of a man revealed by this sort of yellow dog literature is so different from that which he usually r\??Aaanf o to t h a rvllKl I /"? Claims of the Oil Kings. If the little John D. has been unfortunate in taking the public into his confidence, however, the big one has gone on swimmingly. In his reminiscences he chats along in a garrulous and cheerful fashion, intimating that things are not half so bad as painted and that he may tell some things which will put a new aspect on the case. So far he has not divulged any of these pleasant points, but has only hinted that he may do so. In a sort of inward chuckle he dismisses the story that he forced any of his business associates to come in with him or suffer ruin, alleging as a proof that they have stayed with him loyally all these years, which they hardly would have done if coercion had been used in the first instance. He also speaks of the liberal treatment given by the Standard to its employees, recites the fact that the company has had scarcely any strikes or labor troubles and recounts with some pride the provision of old age pensions for his superannuated workmen. There is a promise of something better in these reminiscences, however. There Is not the slightest doubt that Rockefeller has a most interesting story to tell, and he seems to tell it In an easy and frank manner. Whatever opinions we may hold of him and his business methods, we cannot but be fascinated by the tale of how the world's most colossal business was organized and the world's richest man got his wealth. We cannot deny Rockefeller intellect, say what we may of his character or heart. It will be worth while to know his side, to see on what theory he bases his actions, to find the flaw in his attitude and argument as well as that in our own. Rockefeller and Archbold seriously regard themselves as benefactors rather than malefactors. They say their wealth has been obtained honestly, that they have resorted to usual business weapons only in their fights with rivals, that the attacks on them come from competitors rather than consumers, that they have shown the power of combination in cheapening both production and distribution, that they have opened new markets throughout the world, educating the Chinese In the use of oil and thus literally taking them from darkness into light, and that finally they have given great bequests to education in their own land, thus figuratively performing the same service for the mental eyes of their countrymen as they have for the physical eyes of the Celestials. Rockefeller, it is true, does not directly mention the educational matter himself, but it cannot be omitted from a list of the services to mankind claimed by him and for him. Charity of World's Richest Man. A mere list of the known Rockefeller benefactions is staggering, and there are many of his donations that have never been made public. In the giving game the oil king does not let his right hand know what his left hand Is doing?that is, not always. To the general education board he has made over the enormous sum of $43,000,000, and of this $32,000,000 was given at one time. He has donated $23,000,000 to the University of Chicago, $100,000 and a library on Greek art and literature and money donations to Vassar, $1,375,000 to Barnard college, $250,000 to missionary bodies, $1,000,000 to Yale, $1,835,000 to the Rockefeller Institute For Medical Research, $1,126,000 to the southern education fund. Harvard $1,000,000, Teachers' college $500,000 and numerous other donations to educational and religious institutions, amounting in all to over $85,000,000. The Rockefeller charity has been organized as a regular business. It is headed by trained experts, who closely scrutinize and investigate every application for a gift. The mere administrative expense of this bureau costs in the neighborhood of $40,000 a year. The amount given out each twelve months foots up millions. But all of this Is a mere bagatelle to a man who is so rich that he does not know within many millions of dollars how j rich he is, according to his own admission. It is probably not true that he is a billionaire. That being does not exist on the earth?yet. If Rockefeller lives a few years longer?he is now 69, and comes of a long lived rece?he may reach it. There is little or no question hat he is the richest man in the world. He has five residences?one in New York city, one at Pocantico Hills, near Tarrytown, N. Y.; one at Lakewood, N. J., and two at Cleveland, O., one being a town house and the other In the country. He spends some time in each of his houses, goes to church regularly each Sunday, officiating sometimes as deacon; never goes into society, plays golf as a regular recreation and generally enjoys life as much as a man without any hair and with more money than he can count or give away can be expected to do. That is John D. Rockefeller, the man who has more dollars and more denunciations than any other in the world. Standard Oil's Active Head. As for the other John D., the smaller one, he is only a wisp of a man, but with a prominent forehead and a combative thickness between the ears. He has more hair than Rockefeller, fewer dollars and fewer benefactions. He seems to follow in the footsteps of his chief, as he also lives near Tarrytown, a region once made famous by Wash ington Irving. After all, the people who live longest and are loved mo9t are not those who take material wealth from humanity, but those who giv? mental and spiritual wealth to humanity. This truth proved so pften of old time Is being most strikingly driven home once more. Mr. Arehbold is nine years younger than Rockefeller and Is now the active, as the other is the titular, head of Standard Oil. He is impervious to criticism. though he objects to the term "tainted money" and also dislikes to be called "the man behind" Syracuse university, the institution of which he is regarded as the especial patron. This is the institution from which Chancellor Day delivers broadsides at the president of the United States and defends Standard Oil. Many other men have given almost as much to this college as Arehbold, but he is nevertheless looked upon as its particular mentor and friend. Mr. Arehbold has a rather pleasant face, never allowed his picture In the papers until recent years, is of the type of unemotional, well trained administrative machines that make up the disciplined corps of the Standard Oil, Is the political end of the giant trust and is the same efficient and plausible gentleman whether in church, club, at an alumni dinner in Syracuse, at the administrative head of a world embracing business, writing letters to defend his company or manipulating senators and other Standard assets. J?.. * V. J? n.nn ii ..Vi t OlA I fl UIIC uay linn man >uv Standard. What is the mysterious power which enables this Institution to enroll an army of over a million men and to make of its one time enemies Its most faithful friends? GAS BY THE POUND. Invention of German Chemist Puts Light In Dark Place*. "Give me two pounds of gas. Folks complain it's getting kind of dark up at our house." Thus the farmer of the near future, addressing the bewhlskered corner grocer, who will hand a little iron cylinder over the counter and write the > amount in the customer's red covered , charge book, says the New York Tri- ( bune. And that evening the farmhouse will blaze once more like the ( ballroom of a summer resort hotel or a , sideshow at Coney Island. Light, plenty of light, for the common and ( isolated people is not a distant dream, , but a fact already achieved with com- , mercial success in Germany, and wait- , ing the first favorable opportunity to , come across the pond. Blaugas, the invention of the chem- , 1st, Hermann Blau, will make any su- ( burbanite, lantern lecturer, camper or ] traveling professor of phrenology quite independent of gas trust and oil trust, , not to mention the wayward apparitions of the moon. Just get a 22-pound , cylinder of liquid gas, six inches in diameter and three feet long, and you | will have more than enough superbrilliant illumination to last four months. A small portable outfit the size of a grip will furnish a 60-candlepower light for three and a half hours a day for a fortnight. It is said to be ( absolutely safe aboard ship or train. You could use it advantageously in the subway. This gas, which is mostly liquified under a pressure of 1500 pounds to the square inch, is not poisonous or exDlosive. It costs slightly more than metropolitan gas. but the public service commission may have a say on that. Anyhow, it beats electricity, acetylene, tallow candles and kerosene. It can be piped through a copper tube as small as a telegraph wire. It burns right side up or upside down in a mantle burner, giving an incandescent white glow. A number of suburbanites could with little expense have a common plant for the distribution of the great light giver. or each one could pipe his house separately, taking care not to inform the plumbers' union, which might object to the simplicity of the installation. Mr. Blaugas?that is, Mr. Blau, the inventor?is praised by scientists because he ingeniously constructed his gas by a reversal of the usual gassy process, distilling oil at a low temperature and mixing in gases the trust has no use for. There may be some political significance in the fact that the invention is coming this way in a campaign year. Herr Blau on the stump, illuminated by blaugas, might add cheer to some dark prospects. Too Well Imitated. It is no easy matter for a violin maker to rival the famous Stradivarius Instruments, but this an American maker did. and did so effectively that experts pronounced his violin a genuine Stradivarlus. The successful man was the late George Gemunder, a famous violin maker of Xew York. His remarkable ability as a preparer of violins was known to many a distinguished player, such as Old Bull, Remenyi and Wilhelmj. But he made, so runs the story, his greatest success at the Par- , io ovnnoitinn nf tower fame. , To that exhibition he sent an imita- , tion Stradivarius and to test its merits had it placed on exhibition as the , genuine article. A committee of experts carefully examined the Instruments and pro- I nounced it a Stradivarius. So far Mr. . Gemunder's triumph was complete. But now came a difficulty. When he claimed that it was not an old violin. ' but a new one made by himself the ] committee would not believe him. > They declared he never made the instrument and pronounced him an im- 1 poster. He had done his work too well. ' ?Ri$?llanfous Reading. PEOPLE OF THE ARCTIC. Peculiar Views of Life Held By Eskimo Men and Women. These people of the White World, these children of the snow and Ice, give themselves little concern regarding what is going on in worlds beyond their own, says a writer in Leslie's. The climate in which they live and the limitations of their whole environment make it impossible that there should be much change in their manner of life, and they do not care for the changes that soap and water :.;:6ht make in their domestic life, while the women of the family are not anxious to adopt changes in methods of cooking that might make some of the dishes they prepare much cleaner and far less deadly than they appear to be. But the best filled larder In the homes of the moat affluent of the Eskimos offer but little in the way of variety in food, and the question so vexing to the American housewife, "What shall we have for breakfast?" or for dinner or supper, never troubles the Eskimo housewife, since these meals may not vary for months at a time, and are prepared in the primitive way in which they were prepared by the Eskimos of generations and generations ago. The dress of the women and the men is so much alike that if an Eskimo lady's husband's clothes happened to be better than her own she might borrow them to wear to some Eskimo society function without exciting any comment as to her dress. As in some other lands, the man is regarded as being vastly superior to the woman, and the birth of a girl is never regarded as a blessing. Indeed, it often happens that both the father and mother resort to the unavailing folly of tears and lamentations when it is announced that the newcomer is a girl. A boy can become a great fisherman or a great hunter, while a girl? of what use is she? A mere cumberer of the earth, regardless of the fact that she works as many hours a day as, and even more than a man when she reaches the goal of her ambition and marries. Not to marry is as sad a misfortune as may befall her, and if she is married and widowed she makes all possible haste in securing a second partner. THE HEADSMAN. He Used the Sword and Not the Ax Prior to 1483. I am inclined to think that prior to 1483 the sword and not the ax was usually employed as the weapon for judicial decapitation and that a block was dispensed with, the victims receiving their doom "meekly kneeling upon their knees," and in this opinion I am fortified by the concurrence of an eminent clerical historian. This learned writer agreed with me that the ax did not become the "regulation" lethal implement until after the rough and reedy "heading" of Lord Hastings on the v Tower green, when he was summarily dispatched by order of the protector, Gloucester. In this instance, according to the chroniclers, the victim's neck was stretched upon a piece of timber then In use for the repair of the adjacent church of St Peter ad Vincula, probably a^ "putlog," part of the scaffolding which, we read, "conveniently lay In the way." Contemporary accounts seem to indicate that the executioner straddled over the prone body, and from this position I infer that the decapitation was effected by the tool known as an adz, the cutting edge of which is at a right angle to and not in a plane with the haft. I may add that the only contemporary reference I have come across of the use or proposed use of an ax and block for inflicting capital punishment nrior to this tragedy is in one of the Paston series of letters describing the peril of an unfortunate captive of Jack Cade's rebels (A. D. 1450), a generation before Lord Hastings was so clumsily hacked to death.?London Notes and Queries. AN ACRE'S POSSIBILITIES. Experiment to Be made in Kansas to Test Capacity. Work on one acre for demonstration purposes is to be started in September at La Bruyere, the Blue Ridge farm of the Brus Brothers, says the Kansas City Star. The brothers have not decided finally what crops they will try to fill in the fall months, but probably they will plant some spinach, turnips and radishes. These products will bring high prices in the market when cold weather comes. The Brus Brothers agreed to set aside one acre of their farm to demonstrate the possibilities of that much ground. Spinach is the hardest of late crops and sells readily, while the latest radishes are accepted in the city is delicacies. They expect to keep the special acre fully occupied until the time comes to set out plants grown In the hotbeds and greenhouses. This ivlll start the next spring early. From September 1 to the same date lext year the acre will be yielding continually. Every item of expense and svery cent received for the products from it will be recorded daily. "The demonstration will be interesting." Eugene Brus said a few days ago. "We are giving the idea close attention because we cannot afford to miss one opportunity during the year. We are satisfied that our acres can be made to produce more than they do. We believe this special acre can be pushed to higher productivity tnan in the past and we shall try to get it to the highest point. Our record will show labor required and its cost, time used for each crop and the price and profit realized." t"T India's exports of lac exceed $11,900.000 a year. Lac is a resinous incrustation produced by a scale insect which sucks and excretes the sap of a tree. From the crude article shellac is manufactured. The eminent philologist, Professor Skeat, is counted among the new converts to Esperanto. He' took his first lesson at 4 p. m. and that evening was ible to appear before an Esperanto society and translate into English a story written in the new language. But Professor Skeat is an expert linguist. The average learner probably could not hope to master Esperanto in so summary a fashion.