Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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t ' '% . .? ? l. m. ORisrs soHS, Pubii.h.r.,} & ^amitg gtmsiiBytr: Jfor th< fumotioit of th< |olitiwl, fa?ial, lgri<mltm;al and (gammeijrial gnltrials ofth< |njli. } T" ?o?%". *' ESTABLISHED 1855. CHAPTER II?Continued. McHenry knew Dupuy in a business way, knew he was counsel for several of the biar mercantile establishments which advertised in the Advance and that the lawyer had represented various corporations at the state capital. "Well, I suppose I'll have to see him," he Anally resolved. "Show Mr. Dupuy in," he called to the boy. "Good evening," was Dupuy's greet4^ ing to McHenry as he entered and placed his overcoat on a chair. "Good evening, Mr. Dupuy. What can I do for you?" The visitor seated i 4 "IPt no Joke. McHenry.." himself at the right of McHenry's desk. "McHenry," began Dupuy decidedly, "somebody on your paper has been making bad breaks lately, particularlly the one this morning." "What one this morning?" "The Judge Bartelmy story, of V course." "Help!" sang out McHeniy. "I've been geting that all day." "It's no Joke, McHenry," snapped Dupuy. "It was a mistake," responded the managing editor. "Mistake! Who was responsible for it?" leaning forward. "Oh, it Just slipped through in the rush." "Tell that to the marines," retorted Dupuy sarcastically. He paused. "Who ! snypcu u 1111VU5U . ^ There was another pause. McHenry began to assert himself. "Excuse me, Dupuy," he asked pointedly. "But how does the Bartelmy story affect you?" "Some of my clients have a very ^ high regard for the judge. Your story grossly misrepresents him." "Yes, I suppose so." "This growing tendency to bring our Judiciary into disrespect is a danger:>u* symptom of the unrest beneath the surface," spoke Dupuy pompously. "The Federal bench is the ultimate bulwark." McHenry laughed. "Oh, capital in distress! Yes, I know all about that." Dupuy stirred indignantly. "There was no occasion for that remark," he shot forth tartly. ^ McHenry saw that Dupuy was very much in earnest, and the management of the Advance, as he had previously known it?representatives of an insurance company?would have desired to gratify the wishes of the powerful interests behind Dupuy. So far as the new owner was concerned, the managing editor could not tell what his attitude would be in the matter, but he had received no instructions as yet to change the policy of the paper. Plainly the course of wisdom, he reasoned, would be to act toward Dupuy as he had acted in the past, when the insur^ a nee company had insisted that the paper be operated on a purely commercial basis. Yes, he would deal carefully with Dupuy?that is, with Dupuy's clients. "No offense meant," explained McHenry. "Well, we'll have nothing more about Bartelmy. Will that satis? fy your people?" "Thank you, McHenry. That will be eminently satisfactory both to them and to me as their local adviser." "All right; that settles that" f "Oh, not quite!" said Dupuy, raising his hand warningly. "There's one more point Who was responsible for the story?" "Oh, let's pass that!" But Dupuy could not be turned aside. McHenry had begun to give way to him, and the lawyer intended to follow up his advantage. "Very well; it's up to you," he said. "But I want you to realize, wnuirtn happens, there is no personal animosity in tfie matter." "What do you mean by 'whatever happens?' " asked the managing editor quickly. The visitor was a living picture of complacency. "How much advertising did you get fr?*m our c-m'ern 'ast year";" The managing editor began to discern more clearly the hidden club in Dupuy's words and demands. Fourth Novelized by FREDERICK R. TOOMBS I ??? From the Great Play of the Same Name by Joseph Medill Patterson and Harriet Ford. 0 0 COPYRIGHT. IMP. BY JOSEPH MEDILL PATTERSON AND HARRIET FORD. "Oh, I can't say as to that" "About $30,000 worth, wasn't It?" "Yes, I should think so." admitted McHenry. "Well, there's the answer," exclaimed Dupuy triumphantly. "As a matter <-f business, McHenry, if you are n-.| friendly to my clients, why, you can hardly expect them to be friendly to you, and I shall explain to the new proprietor of the Advance, Mr. Nolan, the reasons for the sudden drop in his advertising-. He is a rich man, and he probably will not like to know that he is in the way of losing a good deal of money to further a radical propaganda which he probably abhors. Come, Mc | Henry, for your own sake be reasonable. Who wrote the story? Surely you are not groins to consider a mere reporter in a matter so vital to our interests. Who was it?" McHenry surrendered. "A young fellow named Wheeler Brand." Dupuy rose and towered above McHenry as he sat at his desk. "I thought so. I only wanted to make sure," he said. "He's a dangerous type. Comes from good enough people, but ambitious to feet into the limelight by stirring up the mob. Thought he might have learned sense by now, but it seems he hasn't Guess he never will; these fanatics never do." "We consider him the best Investigator in town," warmly, in praise of Brand. "He's entirely too zealous. Do you catch me?" asked Dupuy, leaning over McHenry and gazing significantly into his eyes. The managing editor caught Dupuy's meaning and stared at him blankly in his surprise. "You don't mean"? Dupuy smiled coldly. "Yes?I mean?get rid of him!" CHAPTER m. The managing editor again began to weigh just what significance the de mand of Dupuy had. He directed his glance at him fixedly, and a long pause ensued after the lawyer lobbyist's abrupt demand that Wheeler Brand be discharged from the Advance. Dupuy returned McHenry'a stare, and his discerning eye and brain enabled him to read the workings of McHenry'a mind. He felt Instinctively as he glared at McHenry that he had the managing editor "on the run." During the period of the Insurance company's ownership there had been no doubt that the decision of the managing editor of the Advance would have been in favor of Dupuy and his demand for the discharge of Wheeler Brand. And the lawyer, like McHenry, knew nothing of the new owner that would change the attitude of the paper. Dupuy was right in his estimate of McHenry's weakness. The lawyer lobbyist was playing in rare fortune, indeed, to discover in his opponent a man who dared not stand for the right. He well knew that he would not find the same sort of man in a position of importance in many other newspapers of the land. Well, too, did he know "the power of the press" throughout all America, for he had learned at bitter cost that it was the foe of all the Ed Dupuys and all th >sc that employed them to serve their ends. Finally McHenry spoke in answer to Dupuy's demand. "Let us give Brand one more chance!" protested McHenry. "I'll put him on baseball or water front. Come, now." "YES; IT WAS THE STREET CAR HARTELMY SENT JERi BST^tte "I will be candid with you. I was instructed to make an example of somebody for this mornings story. Perhaps, though, a good hauling over might do for this time. Call him in now. It's his last chance." A boy entered. "Ask Mr. Brand to step in." "I'd rather take a licking than do this," protested McHenry. Dupuy was unsympathetic. "Well, he's only got himself to thank!" he snorted. Wheeler Brand came in. "Mr. Brand," began the managing editor, "there is a kick being made on the Bartelmy story of this morning." "Yes, sir; I suppose so." Brand looked up and saw Dupuy, and the reporter's face showed that he understood. "I forward the kick to you, Indorsing it (J. K_, saia Mcnenry. xn oiner words, the kick goes." "Why, what"? "This Is a practical world," Interposed Dupuy. Brand grew bitter, for well he knew the practices of Dupuy. "Oh, yes; I know the patter?a world of live and yet live. We must be very careful before Imputing motives, eh, Mr. Dupuy? Does not the good book say, 'Let him that is without sin among you cast the first stone?at United States judges.'" "WTieeler, Wheeler," cried McHenry, "we only ask you in to talk it over calmly!" "This man has hit me in the dark before," exclaimed Brand. "This Is the first time that he has come into the light." "I desire to say that my clients," put in Dupuy, "like a great many othsr of the?ah?subscribers?to this paper, were disappointed at wnat tney conceived to be an unwarrantable attack full of insinuations about one of the most distinguished members of the United States bench, and they wish merely as readers of the paper to express the hope that nothing of the sort will occur again, in which case they are willing to overlook this morning's article entirely?to, in fact, regard it merely as a mistake, a mistake made without malice." "You mean I am to have another chance to hold my job if I'll be good from now on?" asked Brand. Dupuy once more became complacent. "Such, I believe, is Mr. McHenry's decision," he announced calmly. "You certainly have your gall, Dupuy," cried Brand in menacing tones, "to think you can muzzle me for $40 a week. I've paid more than that for the privilege of fighting you." The lawyer turned quickly to the managing editor. "You better let him go, McHenry." he suggested. "He's a crank." Wheeler Brand was amazed at the way in which McHenry allowed Dupuy to influence him. "Does he give you orders?" he asked meaningly of the managing editor. "Yes, my boy; he does, and I accept your resignation." The reporter was by no means daunted by his discharge. "I'm sorry for you," he cried, inclin Ing toward McHenry. Dupuy laughed significantly. "Reserve your sympathy for yourself, young man," he advised the young newspaper writer. "Reserve your sympathy for Bartelmy; he'll need It before long," was his cutting retort. "Oh! Is that so?" sneered Dupuy. "Go west and grow up with the country, for if you hang around here to hurt STRIKE, AND YOU AND JVDUR KY DDL AN TO JAIL." Bartelmy don't forget that criminal libel Is punishable with arrest" "Sorry, old man," spoke McHenry kindly. "If I didn't have a family I'd go west with you." "If It wasn't for men having families," put in Dupuy philosophically* "there'd be a revolution." Brand straightened up and, with a, contemptuous expression on his faca, started toward the door. "You've got more heart than senaa^ McHenry, was the parting shot whick he hurled at the managing editor. 1 "Pretty tough on a reporter to lira him for 'scooping' the town on a big story," said the managing editor. "Oh, pshaw!" grunted Dupuy. A boy entered with a card. Dupuy crossed to a chair and picked up his overcoat. "Mr. Nolan, sir," the lad announced^ with an amusing grimace. "He's the new boss, and he's got a couple o* mitts on 'lm like Jim Jeffries. Gee, but I'll bet Nolan is there with th* wallop, all right!" i Dupuy put his overcoat back on the chair. His luck was still holding good, he congratulated, himself. Here was a chance to make the acquaintance o? the new owner of the influential Ad-' vance, an opportunity to pave the way possibly to secure future favors from him for his clients when emergencies arose. Needless to say, emergencies frequently arose to disturb the peaoa of mind of the varieties of people who sought the versatile aid of Mr. Ed Du-' puy. pe turned to face McHenry and said: "Oh, the new owner! I'd like to meet him. If you don't object I'll wait" Dupuy seated himself at the extreme, left hand corner of the office close to the rack containing files of the daily papers. He took down a file and began' to read. McHenry, laughing at the * patent anxiousness of the lawyer to meet Nolan, put on his coat A heavy step was heard, and the bulky form of the new owner of the Advance stood before the managing editor. "I am Mr. McHenry," explained the latter. "I am Mike Nolan," the newcome# remarked bluntly. At the sound of the big man's bjg voice Dupuy, whom Nolan had not notlced In the corner, stirred and turned his head to gain a better view of him? There was something familiar in the ring of that voice. There was something familiar In the features and the poise of Mr. Mike Nolan. Surely he had met him somewhere. He pondered and pondered and Anally gave up the 1 problem in disgust 1 "This is a nice looking place you've 1 got here," he remarked to McHenry. ' "That you've got, sir." A feminine voice from the outee hallway was heard to exclaim breath- ' lessly, "I refuse to climb another step." McHenry turned inquiringly, where- 1 upon Nolan explained: "My family's < Just outside. I wanted them to see me take possession." His voice was 1 tinged with pride. He stepped to the door. "Come In, mother," he called ^ gayly. Mrs. Nolan, a tall, well pro- 1 portioned brunette, attired in the costliest of imported garments, entered the 1 managing editor's office with a pro- 1 nounced flourish, followed by the two Nolan children, Sylvester and Phyllis? 1 the son about twenty-two years old and the daughter probably a year or two younger. "Oh, mercy, them stairs!" exclaimed the mother, endeav- ' oring to catch her breath. Nolan pre- ' sented his wife and son to McHenry. i Mrs. Nolan called to Phyllis to draw 1 near. "This is my daughter, Phillis," ' she said. "She went to Bryn Mawr." Phyllis and the managing editor ex- ? changed greetings. "My son, Sylves- I ter," went on the mother proudly, "went ' to Harvard." 1 "Oh, you're a Harvard man!" spoke < McHenry to Sylvester. "What class?" < The son, togged in the latest freshman effects In the line of sporty < clothes and drawing on an unlighted < cigarette, replied, "1909, 1910, 1911." i Mrs. Nolan nointed at a nile of oa- < pers lying on a small desk. "I don't see how you ever get time to read 'em all," she addressed McHenry. "Oh, I read fifty or sixty a day. We've got to know what the other fellows are doing." "That's Just like me," she responded smoothly. "I always like to know what everybody else is doing, too," she went on. "I think what Journalism needs is a soft feminine, refining influence. It seems you don't publish anything now but crime, divorces and people's troubles." She laughed. "Oh, you wouldn't want to read every day that Mr. and Mrs. James Jones were living happily together. You're only interested when they're unhappy.". "Still I'd like to read once in awnne that somebody else was happy, at least for a little while." It was McHenry's turn to laugh. "Would you like to look over the plant, Mrs. Nolan?" he asked. "Oh, yes! What I want to see Is the reporters reporting." When Mrs. Nolan, Phyllis and Sylvester had departed in the wake of the boy who had answered McHenry's ring, Dupuy rose and made a signal to McHenry behind Nolan's back that he wanted to meet the owner. The managing editor beckoned him over. "Mr. Nolan," he said, Inclining toward the proprietor of the Advance, "this Is Mr. Dupuy." Dupuy bowed, again trying to fix In his mind the occasion on which somehow, somewhere In his busy past he had met Michael Nolan. He extended his hand, saying, "I am glad to meet you, Mr. Nolan." The newspaper publisher pierced 1 Dupuy with a glance which, to say the 1 least, was searching. He crouched to- I ward him and compressed his brows as i though to render his sight more certain, more penetrating. He had half I extended his own hand to grasp Du- i puy's. Suddenly, with a half smother- i ed oath, he drew It violently back. 1 "My God," he exclaimed, "It Is Ed Dupuy!" He continued to stare at the lawyer. After a moment a faint smile appeared. "Ed Dupuy, that's funny," he con tinued?"that's awful funny. wen, don't It boat all? Don't you remomber me, Ed?" Dupuy couldn't place him as yet. "Why?ah. Mr. Nolan! Yes, It must have been. Let's see. Wasn't It Monte Carlo two winters ago?" he ventured. "No, Ed, no; It wasn't Monte Carlo two winters ago. It was here In this town twelve summers ago. Remember now?" "Twelve summers ago?twelve summers ago?" Dupuy reflected. "The street car strike," reminded Nolan. "Oh, yea, the street car strike!" added Dupuy. Now he began to remember. He began to remember the part he, as the Consolidated Traction company's counsel, played In that war be tween capital and labor, and aomewhere in it all he realized that a face something like the one before him had come to his knowledge; also the name "Nolan" had a familiar ring. "Nolan, Nolan!" he repeated to himself. No, it was "Dolan,". he reassured himself; r ' \ "I'M JERKY DDL AS?BACK IS TOW FRIENDS ANDIhat had been the name of the man he had crushed and driven from the kin of men. Yes, that was it, "Dolan," and that man was a broken down and outer when Dupuy last heard of him. Nolan saw that Dupuy was nonplused, and he laughed as he said: "Yes, it was the street car strike, md you and Judge Bartelmy between you sent Jerry juoian to jau ior contempt, and that broke the strike after It'd been won." "He was a dangerous agitator, was Dolan," pronounced Dupuy, directing in interested glance at the new owner. Nolan drew a deep breath and, clinching his fists at his sides, replied to his arch foe of twelve years before: "He'll be a more dangerous agitator from now on. I'm Jerry Dolan!" CHAPTER IV. The declaration of the new owner of the Advance that he was no less a personage than the blacklist victim of years back created the sensation that tvould a cannon shot In the dreamy solitude of the sylvan dells of Arcady. Dupuy fell back as though struck by i violent blow. And, indeed, he and his Interest would have every reason to believe, he now knew full well, that they had In all truth a new enemy to combat, an enemy that would cost them Jearly if he were to be vanquished. "You?you are Jerry Dolan, and you jwn the Advance!" the lawyer cried chokingly. "What are we coming to next?" he finally managed to say after i desperate ellort to calm himself. Jerry Nolan, for none other than the ild time strike leader It was, enriched ay his mining operations In the rock ribbed Nevada hills, thrilled with the realization that he was now in a posl tion to strike terror into tne near is ma jouls of those who had attempted to Jestroy him and his loved ones. He knew that he had in his power the men who had almost succeeded in their iesigns against him twelve years before. McHenry, at first even more puzzled than Dupuy and who was bending forward, with an expression of deepest Interest and concern implanted on his features, began to understand the sitjation more clearly when he heard his lew employer say in a voice that pulsated with determination: "Yes, Eld Dupuy, I am Jerry Dolan, ind I am back in the old town to pay my respects to my friends and?and"? (lis voice shook?"to my enemies." The whole truth now dawned upon the amazed McHenry and also upon Dupuy, who had been dealing with men long enough to know that his inly successful pose at the present momentous time would be a conciliatory one. He must at all hazards smooth over this dangerous factor In the city's affairs, the returned Jerry Dolan, and persuade him that he was now his friend. "Well, well," Dupuy began Ingratiatingly, simulating a sickly smile, 'this Is a most Interesting meeting? most Interesting Indeed." He laughed as loudly as the nervously contracting muscles of his throat would permit. "But It Is time now to let bygones be bygones, eh, Mr.?er?ah"? He again thrust forward the hand that the newspaper proprietor had refused to grasp. "Nolan," answered the newcomer In his deep, strong voice, "N-o-l-a-n, with an 'N' and not a 'D' on the front end of it. That's my name now. I had to change it." He stopped abruptly and again directed his dark eyes menacingly on the face of the man opposite him. After a few moments he continued: "You see, Ed Dupuy, I was blacklisted as Dolan. Likely you'll remember that too." Nolan reached out and, seizing Dupuy's hand, held it firmly. McHenry, at one side, witnessed with a distinct shock what he understood as Nolan's sudden resolve to, as Dupuy had suggested, let "bygones be bygones," else why should he shake hands with the man? Dupuy also felt a thrill of pleasure. even of triumph, as the one time chairman of the Street Railway Work- I ere' union warmly shook his hand. Dupuy smiled and, bowing pleasantly, essayed to withdraw his hand from Nolan's grip and step away. But his smile turned to a wrinkled contraction of his facial muscles, indicating acutest pain. The giant hand of the exstriker, ex-miner, was closing with crushing force around the lawyer lobbyist's Angers and knuckles. It did not cease to crush, try as Dupuy might to wrest his hand free. At the moment when he felt that he must scream in his pain or else crlngingly plead for mercy Nolan's grip partially relaxed, and he swung Dupuy to one side. A lE^T TP) N TO FAY MY liEtiFEUTti TO MY MY ENEMIES." grim smile made ltd way into the furrows, won by suffering and privation in the Nevada mining camps and desolate gold regions, that marked Nolan's visage. "You see, I'm stronger than you now, Ed Dupuy, Just as you was stronger than me twelve years ago?you and Bartelmy between you.". A great sigh escaped him as he finished. Dupuy, now having freed his hand, rubbed it smartly with the other to restore the circulation to the flattened veins. He wheeled away to pick up his overcoat. Nolan now addressed McHenry, who had seated himself at his desk. "You're the managing editor?" "Yes. sir." "Well, I.Just want to tell you that that was a true article you had about that old hypocrite, Judge Bartelmy, this morning," he stated to McHenry. "Have another tomorrow and stronger." Another Idea came to him, and he added, "Who was It got up that one today?" Dupuy felt that he must come to McHenry's rescue. "A young man who has since resigned," he Interjected for the managing editor. Both McHenry and Dupuy were growing uneasy at the trend of Nolan's thoughts and words. A glimpse into the craniums of them both at this moment would have revealed the same thought to be predominating: "What is he driving at?" Nolan appeared distinctly surprised at two things?first, that the writer of the story had resigned; second, that Dupuy should be so familiar with the O oton tnurarH fVlO lot* ter. "Resigned?" he asked in reverberating tones. "How do you know?" Before Dupuy could answer Nolan wheeled on McHenry. "Is It so, what Dupuy says?" he asked of the managing editor. "Yes, sir." "What's his name?" "Wheeler Brand." "What did he resign for?" "Some of the big advertisers forced him to," admitted McHenry calmly. A look of understanding flitted across Nolan's face. He shifted his glance from McHenry to Dupuy. Then, with a significant smile, he said: "I see you are still on the job, Ed Dupuy." "Well, it's business"?began the lob- i bylst defiantly. But Nolan would not listen to him. Thoughts vastly more important than conjecture as to Dupuy's motives now crowded his brain. "Where is Brand now?" he asked sternly of McHenry. "I think he is in the local room now, sir," pointing to the door at his left. The new proprietor strode impulsively to the doorway and called at the top pitch of his powerful voice: "Whpplpr Rrand! Wheeler Brand!" As he had hurried from the managing editor's room after his dismissal from the Advance, Wheeler Brand struggled valiantly against a wave of discouragement that assailed him and for a moment or two threatened to overwhelm. "Discharged for 'beating' the town on the story of the year," he muttered. "Well, I'll try to get on across the street," he concluded, "across the street" meaning the GuardIan, the bitter rival of the Advance. He went to one of the long oak tables In the city room, where he seated himself next to Higgins, the leading police reporter of the paper, and began nervously to finish the story of a new bank merger on which he had been working when summoned by McHenry. When he finished he laid the pages of copy on the city editor's desk. He Sihit?pH a nhair to a window, sat down and gazed moodily down at the crowda of people hurrying along the street below. It was not his dismissal from the staff which chiefly concerned him. He was certain of obtaining another position. In fact, his reputation along [Coninued on Page Three.] jpteallatuou* grading. WILLIAMS TO THE BOY FARMER8 Expert Describes Government's Plan to Improvs Corn Culture. Aiken, January 16.?Special: Yesterday afternoon Prof. Ira W. Williams, who is In charge of the farm demonstration work in this state, under the auspices of the agricultural department, made an address at the court house to the Boys' Corn club, of Aiken county. The club was formally organised and launched, with about fifty contestants. The contest bids fair to be the most interesting contest ever conducted in this state. Prof. Williams exhibited ears of corn grown by Mclver Williamson and Baseombe Usher, explaining the advantages of selecting corn. He said that seed corn should always be selected as regards fullness of ears, stralghtness of rows, which shows purity of variety, well filled out ears, with the corn fully developed to the end of the cob. The cobs should be small, and If the corn Is white, the cobs should be white (although some authorities differ with the government on this score.) In part, and in substance. Prof. Williams said: "Boys' corn clubs were conceived with the idea of disseminating among ? - 4*-- 1 nil til A me people in me ruroi uiouivw u<? knowledge the government has obtained through its experiment stations. The government feels that It Is best to take one specialty, and corn was selected for that reason. The boys are everywhere taking the greatest of Interest In the contests. "We need to be taught methods of Increasing the productive capacity of that class of people, who, from force of circumstances, must reside In the rural districts. The fact is that, at the present rate of Increase, in forty years, it will require 52,000,000 bales of cotton to supply the demancf of the world, whereas at this time, the productive capacity of cotton, and almost all other crops, is decidedly on the decline. "The government wants boys and girls to learn those things that will increase the wealth of the people legitimately. Uncle Sam is ready to pay salaries of $100 a month to boys and girls, who can be of use in showing the people this fact "It is planned to have twenty-five counties in this state participating In the corn contest this year. The boy or girl who makes the greatest yield in this state, independently of the county prizes, will be given a free trip to Washington, and will have all the honors of the department possible shown him or her. This honor was this year won by Bascombe Usher, of Marlboro, who made the country's greatest yield of corn on one acre, 162 Dusneis. in Illinois, u uubis uu mi average from 20 cents to 37 cents a bushel to raise corn; in this state, from 6 cents to 27 cents; and as four-fifths of the plant food for corn comes from the atmosphere, corn here can draw from the air much longer. The names of all the contestants will be forwarded to Washington, and from time to time they will be sent all literature of the department on corn culture." EVEN THE LAWYERS ALARMED. Harry Thaw's Efforts Compel Very Serious Consideration. The efforts that have been made to secure the liberation of Harry K. maw I rum me inuucanau as jiuu* u.v scathingly rebuked by the special committee on the commitment and discharge of the criminal Insane in a report recommending to the thirty-third annual meeting of the New Tork State Bar association the amendment of the habeas corpus law, says a Rochester New York dispatch of last Friday. The report referring to Thaw's efforts to gain his liberty says "nd stronger illustration o fthe abuses of our system of criminal Jurisprudence can be had than by recalling the circumstances of this case." Thaw's first trial is described as a disgraceful farce and his efforts to gain his liberty are described as a continuous performance in habeas corpus. Amendment to the law which the committee suggests would make it possible for a person confined in a private asylum to apply for a writ of habeas corpus at any time without supporting affidavits, but would require an inmate of a state hospital tnr the insane or for insane convicts or criminals to submit a verified petition with the certificate of two qualified medical examiners in lunacy who must certify that the inmate seeking his release is not insane. The report recommends the abolition of the defense In murder or insanity. "The point we make," wrote the committee, "Is that, however, legally right under existing legal concepts, it is really wrong, sociologically wrong to find a man not guilty on the ground of Insanity. Thaw's crime and his early life are reviewed in the report in scathing terms and the members of his family who have aided in his habeas corpus are rebuked. In referring to Thaw the report says: "A youthful debauchee of great wealth, trained to believe that his money gave him a right of freedom from all restraints, whether Imposed by law or the rules, of decency, inheriting an abnormality of mind likely to develop into homicidal acts, leading a debased and ignoble life, without a thought of the responsibilities which wealth imposes upon Its owner, commits a foul and cowardly murder in a public resort. If he were sane, there could be no escape from the penalty of death. His only de fense Is insanity. "After a long and seemingly needless delay?and delays in haling murderers to the bar for trial bring the administration of the criminal law into disrepute?he is brought to a trial, which by reason of the manner in which it Is conducted, degenerates into a disgraceful farce, and a confused Jury finds itself unable to agree. A second trial, conducted properly and with dignity, results in a verdict of acquittal on the ground of insanity, and thereupon the prisoner is sent by the court, as required by the statute, to a state asylum for the criminal insane. "From this he plans to get free upon successive writs of habeas corpus, which he purposes to apply for so long as his purse will enable him to pay sealous counsel and unscrupulous experts. We say unscrupulous experts, for, to the shame of the medical profession, be It spoken, the expert who'at one time swears him out of Jail on an opinion of Insanity o am nfa at anntVino HtMa t/\ sivaa ? uv win j/vo ob oiiubuoi uiuv bu onc?4 him out of the asylum by an opinion of sanity. "So forgetful are the murderer's family of their duty to society, their obligation to uphold the law, that they aid and abet the plot, and instead of leaving him to his fate as is their duty as citlsens to do, they claim, forsooth, that he is an object of persecution. It is a mere question of time and money when this particular murderer will be set free to direct his homicidal inclination against some other citizen who has already fallen or may hereafter come under his displeasure." RECLASSIFYING 80CIETY. Big 8nobs Branch Out On More Ambitious Lines. Goodby to the Four Hundred, for now it's to be the One Thousand. Under the name of the "assembly set" the smart sets of New York, Philadelphia and Washington will be fused into a body not to exceed a thousand families. In this process there will be eliminated the now historic Four Hundred. Mrs. William H. Taft Is behind this movement, which had its inception shortly after the death of Mrs. ' wiuiam Amor a year ago, ana u ia looked upon favorably by the New Yorkers In view of the way that divorce and other causes have played havoc with the original membership. There Is absolutely no Intention to ignore other cities, except geographical- % ly. In the opinion of those behind the 'movement every social leader of the United States maintains a residence in either Philadelphia, Washington or New York, and this will be sufficient qualification for membership. Rank, birth and wealth will be only relative qualifications for membership. Rank will be more valuable than birth, according to the promoters of the movement They Include birth as a categorical qualification In order to embrace those families that have achieved no especial rank or wealth to to Justify their coming under these headings. Wealth alone will not be considered. That money nevertheless is not an unnecessary item Is made plain by the drain of expenses that membership in this set will demand. The latest development by the way, discussed at a recent informal reunion at which Mrs. Taft was present Is to make especial allowance tor bachelors , between the aces of twenty-five and fifty. Their -membership will not be considered a numerical unit in the One Thousand, but an extraneous set highly neoessary to the smooth woihlug of "? exclusive social life. The ace limit is made twenty-five on the assumption that a man younger than that is not of much interest except as a dancing partner or to fill in odd places, and these odd places, very frequently at ordinary functions, will be eliminated in the new assembly. At about fifty a bachelor will begin to be uninteresting. Washington believes that there will be a great howl following this winnowing out of many rabid social families. In raoet cases, it is said, protests and objections will be overlooked as insignificant, but because the assembly is to be a national set socially prominent and entirely dissociated from the traditional sets made popular In fiction or otherwise?and the White House might officially step on the toes of some "howling political dervish whose daughters make him cantankerous and whose wife drives him to desperation," to use the very words of a popular official hostess from Massachusetts?the launching of the assembly will be unaccompanied by publicity or announcement of date and therefore may be expected to materialise any day. Those who are left out may not know of it for many months. The west will not he ignored in inis reclassification of social families. There are at least fifty families who reside some time In the year in either Washington, Philadelphia or New York. New England will be well represented. In planning the new assembly perhaps not one-fourth of the Four Hundred will be given places. This assertion, already current In high society, has reached the ears of some who believe themselves doomed to exclusion, with a resultant antagbnlsm on their part and expressions of derision at the new order of things. It seems that the promoters of the assembly unite In the belief thpt the Four Hundred and similar sets in other cities have outgrown themselves by Intermarriage and a too farfetched loftiness which has removed them from the Interesting side of the world. C0L088U8 OF RHODE8. One of the Ancient 8even Wonders of the World. The ancients succeeded In ma kins that alloy of copper which Is known as bronze. Among the seven wonders of the world was the famous statue, wholly made of bronze, historically known as the colossus of Rhodea It represented Phoebus, the national deity of the Rhodians. It was begun by Chares, a pupil of Lyslppus, the sculptor, and was completed by Laches 288 B. C. The popular belief is that it stood astride the harbor of Rhodes, that it was 105 feet high and that atilne miilH aosIIv anil hatwf>?n its less. Pliny said that few men could clasp its thumb. It was cast on metal plates, afterward Joined together, and this process occupied twelve years. In the interior was a. spiral staircase reaching into its head, and in a great mirror suspended to its neck vere reflected the coast of Syria and the ships sailing into Egypt. After it had stood for sixty-four years this colossus was overthrown by an earthquake, and its remains lay on the shore for 923 years?that is, until A. D. 672?when they were sold by doMnano to a Hoalpr Thfl original cost was 300 talents?about $6,000,000 ?and it is not too much to say that a ' similar image might be constructed now in one-fourth of the time and at one-third of the original cost Rhodes, by the way, must have had colossus on the brain, for Fliny relates that the port was adorned with 1,000 colossal statues of the sun.