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' YORKYILLE ENQUIRER. " ISSUED SEMI-WEEKLY. i. m. OKIST s SONS. PnV'i.h.r,. { I Jfamiln Uucssajer: Jfor th< promotion of th< folitot, Social ^;rii;allnpl and <Eontnt?|tial Jntergsfs of thj {TETKo?^.pr" ?o?^4M 1' ESTABLISHED 1855. YOEKVILLE, 8. C., FRIDAY, JANUARY 28, 1910. NO. 8. J L]k| Synopsis of Preceding Chapters. Capter I?Judith Bartelmy, society woman, goes to the office of the Daily Advance to protest against a story which had severely criticised her father, a judge of the United States court. She discovers that the author of the article was Wheeler Brand, a brilliant young writer whom she had promised to marry. He refuses to cease attacking her father. II?Judith discards her engagement ring. Dupuy, a lawyer, representing big advertisers, calls and demands Brand's discharge, as his cli? ents are friends of Judge Bartelmy. Ill?Brand is discharged by the managing editor, for the paper, long owned by an Insurance company, had been I friendly to corporations. Michael Nolan, who buyd the paper, comes in the office and finds Dupuy to be an old I enemy of his. IV?Nolan calls for Brand and makes him managing editor. V?Brand tells Nolan and his socially ambitious family that the dishonest judge, Bartelmy, and his unsuspecting daughter have taken them up socially so as to try to Induce Nolan not to attack the judge In his newspaper. VI? Dupuy aids Bartelmy in endeavoring to have Brand and the Advance avoid attacking the judge regarding a tricky opinion he has rendered in the Lansing Iron case. "Every man has his price, r even Brand," says Dupuy. VII?Nolan ?? M 1 ?ill wfalmtr In fha says II DD1UU Will II af 1?1 1CU11J iu v..w act of offering him a bribe to keep silent that the Advance will print the story in full. ? CHAPTER VIII. The abruptness with which Brand separated from Nolan as they appeared aroused the suspicions of both the Judge and his lobbyist satellite. How- I ever, they little Imagined the pro' nounced seriousness of the conversation ' they had interrupted. In the mind of each ran the thought that the Advance's proprietor and his editor had been discussing the proposal to elect Nolan to the Oak Door club. Even a * failure in this laudable venture they would have considered a serious setback, but probably had they an intimation regarding the story Brand wanted to write and the effort that was to be made to detect the judge In ^ offering a money bribe they would have exhibited leas of the easy assurance that marked their re-entrance into the drawing room. "Mr. Nolan, I'm afraid I must be going," said Bartelmy. "I hope to see you at my house soon, and you, too, Wheeler." Nolan rose from his chair. ^ "Judge, can you spare me a few mo> ments?" put in Brand resolutely. The judge gave a look of surprise. "Certainly, my boy; certainly. Will you excuse mer" turning to rsoian. ^ Nolan, surprised at the readiness of Brand to begin on the plan to entrap Bartelmy, readily assented and proceeded into the library with Dupuy. , "Well, Wheeler, what can I do for you?" asked Judith's father. The young man stepped close to the other and faced him squarely. "Judge, how about your latest decision in the Lansing Iron case today?" * he asked. rmnewii} BUII ICU uatn III aui|/' "It was in accordance with the statutes and the constitution," he finally said. "The supreme court of the United States was at variance with you in a similar case," advised Brand. "Sir," indignantly, "I decline to dis / V V "I trait the reporter. Judge Bartelmy." -0 cuss out of court questions relating to my conduct on the bench." The judge moved as though to go. "You weren't so particular this morning." p Bartelmy began to lose his confident, easy pose. "I fail to comprehend you," he answered. "Early this morning, between 1 o'clock and 3," went on the unrelenting editor. The judge turned his head to one side and tugged nervously at his gray beard. "A reporter for the Advance saw you come out of your house at four minutes to 1 and walk to a house on Washington avenue that belongs to the attorney for the Lansing Inn corporation." 0 Bartelmy turned his back on Brand, a furtive look coming into his eyes as he did so. "You knocked at the servants' door, Judgre," continued the editor. "This man admitted you. One hour and fiftyseven minutes later you left that house 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. 1949, BY JOSEPH MEDILL PATTERSON AND HARRIET FORD. by the same door and returned home rapidly on foot. You kept your coat collar turned up, and, contrary to your usual custom, you wore a slouched hat pulled down over your eyes. Half an hour later Dupuy came out of the same house. Ten hours later you handed down your decision reversing on a technicality the Judgment of the lower court in the Lansing Iron caBe and freezing out the small stockholders In favor of the insiders, as usual. Those, Judge Bartelmy, are my facts!" tJarieimy maae a uespcm?.c cuvn wi retain his self control and to command his ability to think clearly and effec- I tlvely In this dire emergency. At last he spoke after minutely scrutinizing the accusing figure of Brand before him. "It's easily explained, Mr. Brand," he said in honeyed tones. "It's a lie; that is all it is. Your reporter lied." "I was the reporter," exclaimed the accuser in a supremely contemptuous manner, and as he spoke he wondered and marveled that such a man as the betrayer, Bartelmy, could be the fath I tfoir about uofioor er of such a girl as Judith?Judith, whom he was even now, he was convinced, putting away from his arms and his love for all time. The false Judge paled. His mouth became parched. Had he not leaned against a chair for support it is likely that his knees would not have retained enougn sirengin iu noiu mm up. xuc Jig was up. Plainly the end was in sight. Indeed, It had already arrived unless?unless? Yes, there was one possible way out?If Brand would listen to the proposal! Listen? Every man had his price. Dupuy had told him so. He knew it anyway, and Brand was poor. He was ambitious too. Ah, reasoned the false Judge, that is a dangerous combination?poverty and ambition. Few could evercome It honestly; few ever had, ever would. And I am rich? "Well, what do you propose to do?" he asked of Brand, putting It up to the other man to lead the conversation at this point, just as a clever tactician should. "That depends," answered Brand doubtfully, a trifle weakly, sinking thoughtfully into a chair beside a table. Bartelmy detected at once the note of doubt and weakness in Brand's reply and questioned to him what it might portend. "On what?" asked the judge carefully. trying to analyze the mental processes of his opponent, who stared at him across the table. Brand spoke deliberately, in low voice. "On whether you're willing to meet me halfway." Bartelmy's hopes Immediately surged high. Ha, as plain a bid for a price as he had ever heard, and he had heard them before. He gazed, reassured, at the young man's earnest face. Ha, how skillful he was, this young Brand! How he had deceived every one! Yes, he was just like some of the other reformers the judge had met?just like some of his political friends who started to clean up certain conditions, only to be retained to let them exist as they were. But Brand was the cleverest one of the lot by far, and probably he was to divide the proceeds of this bribe with Nolan. Oh, they were a cunning pair! Had even fooled Dupuy, who thought them dangerous. And what i a son-in-law Brand would make! Yes, he could have Judith; he was worthy , to possess the reigning beauty of a i great city. So argued to himself the false judge, and he said: i "Of course I am willing to meet you I halfway, but It all depends on whether I we understand each other." "Tour decision was doubtless of some value to you, and If I am willing to keep silent about its antecedent circumstances then"? Brand looked the Judge in the eye expectantly. Bartelmy felt relieved. He felicitated himself on the fact that his Judgment had been correct. "Yes, you"? He halted. "Why"? Brand paused. "Well?" queried the Judge irritatedly. "There you are," responded Brand simply, his eyes meeting those of the Jurist. Bartelmy glanced cautiously at the editor, seeking for signs of deception, of a trap, but he found them not. "* ? *--4, ../v.. "Mr. cnina, Wllttl UU jruu nam . un asked sharply. "What's It worth to you?" "I would prefer you to set the figure." "No." "How about $10,000?" asked the Judge. "Yes," agreed Brand, rising?"In cash \. r ASKED THE JUDGE. tonight." "Rather short notice for such a sum," protestingly. "Where shall I see you?" "At my office." "Your office?the Advance! No, no. I prefer you to come to my chambers about noon tomorrow. We shall be quite private there." "I can't wait that long for It, Judge. I've got to have It tonight" "Oh, Is It something of that sort? Well, then, come to my house after dinner." "But I've got to be at my office," Insisted the editor. "I hardly like to go there, Mr. Brand." "That's up to you, judge. But If you don't come the story goes to press tonight. Well?" with a rising inflection. "I"? Judith Bartelmy entered. "Will you come now, papa?" she asked. "Just a moment, my dear. I Intended to ask Dupuy to dine with us." "Oh, can't you take him to the club?" she pouted. "That wouldn't be convenient, my dear. You know we're going to the opera." He stepped back toward the library. "Mr. Brand, I'll see you again hoforo vaii Ion va " There was a moment's embarrassed silence between Judith and Wheeler Brand as the judge disappeared. "How do you do, Mr. Brand?" she finally asked. "How do you do, Miss Bartelmy?" His manner was awkward and strained. 'I haven't seen vou all winter." She placed her hands on the back of a chair near a settee. "No; I haven't been anywhere. I've been kept pretty close at work. " He paused. "Won't you sit down?" She moved to the left and occupied the settee. After a few moments of silence she said: "It's strange I haven't seen you all winter. I suppose it will be another hundred years before I see you again." Brand looked intently at her. "It won't be if you wish to see me any sooner, Judith, and, thus speaking, he leaned over the back of the settee 4 ...n iU/v or I ?*1 V* r> UJWciiu inr s111 iuivu. "Why, of course I wish?er? You were having a talk with father when I came in, weren't you?" "Yes," rising and stepping back from her. "Wheeler, come here," the girl asked wistfully. "I want to talk to you." He moved to a chair close by her side. "Aren't you beginning to realize that you may have been a bit headstrong?" she said tenderly, looking Into his eyes. "I'm afraid you are getting In very deep. Your friends, most of them, have been patient with you so far, but there's a limit, you know and you'll lose them." "I'm sorry." "Oh, Wheeler"?she was Intensely In earnest?"Is it worth while to let them go Just for an Idea?" "A man must act according to his light, Judith." "And a woman according to hers. I Perhaps you aon't realize 11, out uumbi what I've been trying to do. You know I've been alone a great deal of my life. I've had more responsibility than most girls. I've had to decide things for myself and the younger ones and do the best I could for all of us." "Yes, I know that. There's nobody like you, Judith." "I'm glad If you think that." "I'll always think that, Judith," be exclaimed passionately. "And I'll always feel all that I've lost" J. "Haven't you brought It on yourBAlf?" aha asked nnleklv Brand seized both her hands, and In a tempest of emotion, long suppressed, he rose and bent over her. "Oh, dearest, can't we have this one moment"?he was aroused to a pitch she had never seen him reach before? "even if we never have another, without thinking of anything except?except each other?" He seated himself close to her. "Wheeler, I've a little story I want to tell you," she said fondly, yet sadly. She spoke as one pleading in a vital cause. "Once upon a time there was a girl, and she rather liked a somewhat gloomy young man. nui one uigui something happened and then?they didn't speak for a long time?oh, a very long time. But there were other young men, and one of them has asked to call tomorrow afternoon at 5 o'clock. He was very serious about it Yet see, the girl has been waiting so long that she's beginning to be afraid? afraid that?er? Oh, Wheeler, why won't you drop it all? It's not toi late!" She rose to her feet, still with her hands in his, and in another moment be stood beside her. He threw both Hla orma ornnnH Vior onH hpM hpr plniA to his bosom. "Judith," he whispered passionately to her. "Why don't you call tomorrow at 4?" was her response. As they stood there in fond embrace, her lips raised to his, Judge Bartelmy appeared at the extreme end of the room. He gave a sudden start as he saw their oblivion to all else but them* selves. His cold blue eyes shone with the satisfaction that filled him. He had done a good day's work, he con* gratulated himself. He had arranged to buy Brand's silence for $10,000 when it was really worth twice that sum *} a man of the United States judge's wealth and standing. Why, he had originally planned to give Brand twice that sum as a wedding present when he married Judith. "Mr. Brand," the judge declared, "1 will call at your office tonight at 9 o'clock. Judith, I am ready to go now." The couple drew apart in confusion. She walked away slowly from her lover, her eyes wet with tears. She went out of the room with her father, leaving Wheeler Brand standing in the middle of the room, overcome by the unconquerable sorrow that filled his soul. , The towering figure of Nolan appeared from the library. He stepped toward the editor. "Well, did you put It through?" he asked. Brand threw back his head, and his misery was Imprinted In every line of his face. Yet by superhuman will power he forced his voice Into steadiness as he said: "Yes?I put It through." CHAPTETR IX. At 9 o'clock In the managing editor's room In the Advance building Wheeler Brand and three other men, Howard Hartley, Jeff Thome, staff reporters, and Bill, their much browbeaten un derstudy, were industriously at work. At one side of the office diagonally from the managing editor's desk was a high mahogany desk which backed against a wooden partition which cut off a small room used as a "morgue," the place where newspaper and magazine clippings are kept for reference. Through the partition a round hole about five inches in diameter had been cut with a handsaw, and on a table in the morgue a camera had been rested with the telescope protuberance containing the lens projecting through the hole in the partition into a private mall box directly above the desk. The door of this box, into which were placed letters arriving for the managing editor during his absence, had been unlocked. A line of shoe thread had been tVio r\t tno hnr nnH PY lUOlCll^U VU kwv UVVk V*. kaiv ? tended down behind the desk to the floor and across to the left hand side of Brand's desk. A slight tug on the thread would cause the door of the mall box to open, exposing to the lens Brand's desk, his chair and, another chair which had been placed at the right of the desk next to the telephone. For several minutes the mysterious preparations went on. Just what they meant no one but Brand could tell, or*** ho u-oa atrancrolv cllpnt PYP.PDt ftS to directing what should be done. Hartley was anxious to make certain that the lens aimed directly at Brand's desk. He measured the line with his eye. "Get it " called Jeff. "No, not yet. Wait a minute." Howard answered, dodging around quickly toward the little "morgue." "I haven't got the focus right yet. Hold on!" Jeff lighted a match, held it up and stood between the two chairs. "How's that?" he cried. The answering voice came back. "Yes; that's the very thing. It's all right now." Brand stopped forward from a corner of the room from whence he had been watching the final preparations for the strange event that was to occur. "Are you all set now, boys?" he asked. "Is your camera In the right place for the flashlight?" "Yes, sir!" cried Jeff and Howard simultaneously. "The flashlight Is planted here, sir," said Howard, pointing to a narrow pan In a shadowed spot on top of the mahogany desk and close to the lens. "Have you tested this?" asked Brand. "Yes, sir." "Be careful, sir, or you'll explode the flash," warned Jeff as Brand lighted a match to ascertain the location of the powder. "Qo Into room 4, boys, and wait till I send for you," directed Brand. Jeff and Howard went out Brand went to his desk as the office boy, Durkln, entered. "Joe Dillon's here." said the lad. "Drunk?" "Just one over." "Broke?" "Sure!" The boy grinned. Dillon, one of the "has-beens" characteristic of the type that prey on the newspaper men at night in the big nfHoa urmiM nHlnarllv bftVP TArAlvP^ abort ahrlft from a busy man like Brand, but Dillon, an ex-newspaper reporter, had once given Brand, when _ Ho >* \ uT'm hungry." a beginner, some valuable pointers, which the now managing editor had never forgotten. "Tell 1iim to come in," ordered Brand. He reached for the office telephone and called the night city editor. "The Patriot has got the town skinned on shipping," he said. "Do you know who's doing it for them? Well, I think you'd better hire him." Joe Dillon wandered in. "Good evening, Mr. Brand," he said msolrlv Hnplrln trhn hoH an m mnnpH him, followed him In. "Well, Joe, what Is It?" "Walt a minute, Durkln. Got a story for us, Joe?" queried Brand sympathetically. Dillon staggered forward. "Better sit down," cautioned Brand. "Same old story, eh?" "No. I'm hungry." "Durkln, go get one hot roast beef sandwich and a big pot of black coffee and see that he gets them." "Yes, sir." The lad sped away after dexterlously catching a quarter which Brand tossed him. "I wish I was going in there to work with the boys Instead of eating charity grub," began Dillon plaintively. "I know you mean all right, Mr. Brand. I've tried and tried again to light it off; but it's useless. I can't. It's too late. I'm a dead one. The hard stuff, the five cent whisky, has got me. Tou never heard how this thing started, did you, Mr. Brand? If It hadn't been for my wife"? "Oh, cut it out!" cried Brand, and Dillon shambled out of the room. Downs hurried In. He had become night editor when the shakeup occurred at the time of Brand's promotion. ( V/xi.mv DnKKln HnnHHln nln/?hp/1 1 UU115 JJUUUIC ^VVilLMW f ?? ??. again for speeding," he rattled off. j'Three show girls In the auto. Ail of em lit up. Bobbje weeping because the girls had to miss the theater, and his mother's at me all evening to keep it out. What'll I do?" Brand leaned back and smiled. "Well, It was on her account we kept out his partial elopement with her French maid and the time he kissed the head waiter at the St. Honore hotel In lieu of a tip, and I guess?well, print this one. It may help brace him up." "Oh, and that disappearance case," reminded Downs. "The girl's come back?old gag, visiting her friends in Jersey, but she's been off on the suit case circuit all right" "Home now?" jerked the managing editor. "Yep." "Think she'll stay there?" "She might." "Well, she can't If we print this, so let's forget It." "But we've had a man on It two days," persisted Downs. "We're the only paper tnai s got 11. "Well, we won't be the one to kick her down," pronounced Brand, turning his head away to end the conversation. "All right, Just as you say." , The telephone bell rang. Brand took of the receiver. "Hello! Tell Mr. Dupuy I'm busy!" he cried after taking the message. "Waht? Send him In. That's all, Downs. See that they take care of Dillon, will you?" The night editor nodded in the affirmative and gazed rather curiously at Brand as he went out. Dupuy came into Brand's office with a most circumspect and deferential air. Dressed In evening clothes, carrying his silk hat in his hand and with a boutonniere of hothouse violets in his lapel, he gave every indication of being the society figure that his name and wealth had made possible for him. The lawyer lobbyist walked directly to the desk at which Brand was seated. In reply to the managing editor's salutation he bowed stiffly and leaned forward over the desk. Several moments elapsed before Dupuy spoke. He was trying to put his ? ~-'l" In tho mnst ludlclous uprmiig nuiua ... ...v ? language, and well he might hesitate when one considers the nature of his evil errand. "The gentleman who was coming to see you tonight," at last he said carefully, "has had to go to the opera with his daughter. He has asked me to come In his stead." An expression of complete bewilderment spread over the other's face. "A gentleman? What gentleman?" he Interrogated. Dupuy was momentarily nonplused. "Why, the gentleman who?ah, with whom you made an appointment for 9 o'clock this evening?here?at your office." Brand still refused to show his hand. "I should be very glad to hear what you have to say, Mr. EVupuy, but, frankly, I don't know what you are driving at." The visitor was annoyed. He was positive that Bartelmy would not send him on a wild goose errand. Surely the judge and Brand had come to terms regarding the silence of the Advance as to the Lansing Iron case decision. The editor was playing with him now, he knew?dangling him on a verbal hook to tantalize him. "Oh, come, you know who I mean? Bartelmy!" snapped the Judge's despicable tool. "Judge Bartelmy!" exclaimed Brand In surprise. "Well, what about him?" Dupuy produced a card, which the editor glanced at. "What's this?" he asked. Then he read: '"Dupuy will represent me.' In what?" He started to put the card In his pocket. "Perhaps you would better let me have that so I can return it to him." Dupuy reached eagerly for the card, which Brand slowly extended to him. "This refers to that transaction of which you and he were speaking this afternoon," continued the lawyer. Brand laughed loudly. "Well, Dupuy, I'm a poor hand at guessing riddles. I give It up. What's the answer?" The lawyer became Impatient "The transaction Involving the?ah? the investment?of a certain?sum of money," he explained haltingly. "A business deal I was going into with the Judge?" in amazement. "Precisely." "If I had any business with the judge, Dupuy, I would prefer to do it with the Judge." "But I am his plenipotentiary." "Mhm, mhm!" grunted Brand negatively. "You are rather unreasonable, Brand." A wearied and hopeless look began to show in the lawyer's visage. The young editor noted this and re solved to temporize with and exasperate this man whom he despised above all others, even above Bartelmy himself. Bartelmy, believed Brand, even if he was a scoundrel, actually had superior mental ability, was a brilliant thinker and acted boldly in many of his dishonest transactions on the bench. But Dupuy?he was to Brand the hanger-on, the skulker, the vandal jackal that devoured corpses in the night that braver animals had fought and killed by day. His eyes blinked in the light, did Dupuy's. It was in the underground runways that he coursed the swiftest. And as these thoughts sped through his brain the editor looked away absently. Dupuy came hot on his trail. Shall I make an appointment with him for you, say, tomorrow morning?" he anxiously queried of the newspaper man. "I don't care." "Then I'll do it!" he said decidedly and moved away from the desk. "And ?er"? He saw that Brand was still Indifferent He returned to the desk. "Things will remain stationary until then?" he asked. "Things never remain stationary in a newspaper office," responded the managing editor laconically. "What I mean Is that there would be no story?er?about him until you see him." "I don't know what you are talking about." "Can we let It go over for one day?" "I don't know what you are talking about" "You Insist on his coming here personally?" "Of course I don't. I don't Insist on anything." "How much time have we got?" "He knows all about that." Dupuy was Immeasurably relieved at this last remark. It was the first time that Brand had Indicated that Bartelmy and he had had an engagement. "Mr. Brand, I can almost assure you that my client will keep his appointment." The lawyer's voice rang out firmly. The editor nodded carelessly toward the speaker, who spun on his heel and speedily strode away. The telephone bell sounded. Brand bent over quickly. "Hello! Who?oh, yes, Mr. Nolan. No, sir, not yet, but I think we'll have him landed all right In about half an hour. Please don't worry about It It'll be all right. Just go away and hide somewhere, for they'll be doing the baby act as quick as I trap him, and you'll be squeezed to death before we get to press. You promised me this chance. You want to know what's going on? Well, where will you be? Triple 3 Plaza. Get off the wire, Miss Stowe. Yes, Mr. Nolan, they cut in on US. 1 11 can JUU up laici. To be Continued. Spite Fence In North Carolina.? Before adjourning court yesterday morning, Recorder Smith, addressing the chief of police, called the attention of that official to a recent decision of the supreme court of North Carolina, in which it was declared that fences erected for spite because of some neighborly, or rather unnelghborly, disagreement are illegal and can be removed by due process of law. The chief was also directed to consult City Attorney W. C. Maxwell for in* a strucnons now 10 jjiuwcu. There Is no statute which covers the case directly, but the opinion of the supreme, court, it Is declared, has absolutely settled the matter, In case the proper proceedings are brought. Lawyers say that this could properly be done by an application on the part of the person aggrieved for an injunction to restrain the offending person from continuing a nuisance. The decision of the highest court would then apply. It appears, therefore, that the city cannot proceed directly against any ' ? 'n# o anoniflp Qtftt uiie, in me auocuvc vi <* o|/w>..v ute. When the subject was broached to one possessor of a fence of this character, he declared with considerable heat that it was a fixture and the city had nothing to do with it, as it was on his own property. "If action were to be started and he were to consult a lawyer he would advise him to take it down," was the comment of a lawyer.?Charlotte Observer. Miscellaneous Reading. BOY8' CORN CONTE8T. Mr. O. B. Martin Tells All About the 8chemo. It Is worth while to get a boy to form a good purpose and work persistently toward its accomplishment. If a number of boys can be Induced to strive for the same goal, with a spirit of friendly rivalry which stimulates observation, study, industry and economy, then the good results will be increased many fold. Such is the plan of the Boys' Clubs in the farm demonstration work. In order to get the best results It is not only necessary to get the boys to unite their efforts, but It is also essential that other vital forces in the county co-operate. One of the strong features about the demonstration work Is that it is co-operative. So in the Boys' Department we frequently And the county superintendent of education and teachers, the demonstration agents, the business men, the newspapers and the parents giving aid and support. Where this work is being introduced in a county, the county superintendent of education and teachers can reacn me ooys in an necuuna ui the county more qulckiy and more effectively than any other agency. The superintendent can explain the plan to the teachers, and they can explain It to the boys and secure the names of all boys who will agree to plant one acre of corn. It is best to begin with corn. It is a fine subject for study, and our people need to raise more corn in order to be prosperous and Independent. After this Is done a meeting of all boys Interested should be held at the court house for the purpose of organization and instruction. Such meeting should be held early in the season so that every boy may have time for proper preparation of soli and selection of seed. For the first year It has been found advantageous to see that first class seed are furnished to all of the boys alike. After that each boy should select and breed his own seed! Wherever a special agent of the U. S. department of agriculture is located in & county it will be found that he will gladly help in giving instructions and advice in regard to the agricultural part of the work, either to the county club or to local groups of boys whom he may meet In his rounds over the county. Prizes and Premiums. If the merchants and other publlcsolrlted citizens have been visited and the work explained to them before the general meeting of boys, there will be a fine list of prizes to announce. There have been many commendable contributions to this cause in various parts of the country during this year. It adds considerable Interest to the work to offer prises like the following, which have been selected from different lists in the south for ?h<a vast* A trio to Washington, ISO In gold, $10.00, $6.00, a nice buggy, a first class bicycle, a strong twohorse plow, a double-barrel shotgun, a $6 hat, a $15 suit of clothes, an up-to-date corn planter, a ton of fertilizer, a two-horse wagon," and other articled of utility and value. Some boards of trade and chambers of commerce have made appropriations direct for prizes and some have given fine recognition to the efforts of the Boy's Clubs by giving them banquets and street car and automobile rides. Circulars and Bullitsns. Just as soon as the names of all of the boys are assembled In the office of the county superintendent of education, duplicate lists should be sent to Dr. S. A. Knapp, Washington, D. C.f who has charge of the farmers' co-operative demonstration work. These boys will from time to time receive circulars of Instruction and information in regard to preparation, "** * * aivjvsl onlAO. fertilization, cuiuvauvu, o..... tion, etc. These circulars furnish excellent subject matter for discussion at a club meeting or for a lesson In school. They also lead to further study of farmer's bulletins and books. A boy will profit from such lessons, discussions and books because he Is making practical application of the principles that are taught He learns scientific argrlculture because he needs it and not because It is scientific. Rules and Awards. It is not necessary to have many .iiioo a few regulations, however, are necessary in order to prevent misunderstanding. It is well for the boys to elect their own president, vice president, secretary and treasurer. Some clubs have badges of membership in the shape of a button with the name of the club, name of the county and state, and the year printed or engraved upon it The following rulee might be adopted by a club, with such modifications and additions as may be fond necessary: 1. Boys Joining clubs and entering contests must be under eighteen years of age. . 2. No boy shall contest for a prize unless he becomes a member of a club. 3. The members of the clubs must agree to reaa me uhuuwuv... of the demonstration work. 4. Each boy must plan his own crop and do his own work. 5. Exhibits must be delivered to the county superintendent of education by October 16 th. 6. The amount of the yield and the method of measurement must be certified by each boy and attested by at least two disinterested witnesses, who shall be satisfactory to the county superintendent. 7. In awarding prizes the following basis shall be used: (a) Greatest yield per acre 30% noat 10-Par exhibit 16% (c) Best written accounts showing history of crop and all expenses 30% (d) Best showing of prlflt on investment 80% Experts from agricultural colleges and departments of agriculture and leading farmers should be invited to act as Judges and also to give talks on corn judging and seed selection. In estimating profits uniform prices should be used, for instance; 85 per acre for rent, 10c per hour for the work of each boy, and 5c per hour for each horse. Fairs and Exhibits. Where there is a county fair the boys' exhibit should be shown there. If no fair should be held in a county, the boys' exhibit should be collected in the court house or some other public place easy of access. A good exhibit of a Boys' Club may lead to the establishment of a county fair. Exhibits by local clubs at school houses stimulate the work and give fine opportunities for general instruction. Although the clubs may start with corn, the development naturally leads to exhibits of other farm and garden crops. Rssulta. The object of the Boys' Demonstration Work is the same as that among men, namely, better methods of farming and greater yields. Many of the boys in the clubs who begin to study agriculture in this way will .dnue the sttfdy in the agricultural colleges, others will continue such efforts on their farms, and all of them will make more useful and more efficient citizens. From the pleasant and profitable experience of owning and managing their small plats they .will develop into independent, intelligent farmers. The country needs such a citizenship and such a life offers and will offer great opportunities for some years. The professions are crowded and the wage-earners must pay high prices for the necessities of life. The wise and Judicious producer can enjoy health, wealth and contentment. The question is how many boys can be reached and Influenced thus to succeed. A DUEL OF WORDS. When "Private" John Alton and John R. Follows Mot Adlal Stevenson in his recent book tells of an oratorical duel between Allen and the late John R. Fellows, then a member of congress and later die trlct attorney of New York. It occurred at a banquet at John Chamberlain's In Washington. "There Is one thing," said Allen. "I would like to have Colonel Fellows explain. He was captured the first year of the war and never exchanged, but was held as a prisoner by the Federals until the war was over. I was taken prisoner five times and always promptly exchanged. I would like Colonel Fellows to explain how it was that he was kept In a place of safety while I was always at the front When the applause which followed had subsided, Colonel Fellows arose and said: "I am grateful to my friend from Mississippi for giving me an opportunity to explain that part of my military record which I apprehend has never been sufficiently clear. It Is true I was taken Driaoner the first year of the war, and the enemy, well knowing the danger of my being at large, persistently refused to release me until peace was restored. Had I been ' promptly released the result of that war might have been different! But why It was that my friend from Mississippi was so repeatedly and prompt- ?? ly exchanged Is a question that until yesterday I have never been able to understand. It has given me deep concern, I have pondered over It during the silent watches of the night Yesterday, however, my mind was completely set at rest upon that question by reading the correspondence?to be found In volume 748, page 481, of the 'Record of the War of the Rebellion' ?between President Lincoln and President Davis relating to the exchange of Private John Allen, of company C, Fourteenth Mississippi volunteers. The correspondence covers many pages of this valuable publication, but I will read only the closing communication.'' And while John with a new supply of terrapin before him was listening Intently, Fellows, carefully adjusting his eye-glasses and taking a letter "The letter I will read from President Lincoln concluded the correspondence, and is as follows: " 'Dear Jeff: With this I return you Private John Allen, of company C, Fourteenth Mississippi. I require no prisoner in exchange. The Lord's truth Is, Jeff, I had rather light John than feed him.'" ' | 0 | A M00NSHINER'8 CAMP. A Place Revenue Officers Would Net Be Apt to Find. A W. and Julian A Dlmock, the well known writer and photographer, respectively, nave iwcuu; wu >u ?*perlence which falls to the lot of but few men. They befriended an Indian guide in the Everglades of Florida one day, and he, in return for their kindness, took them through the mysterious passages of this swamp to a genuine "moonshiner's" camp. One cannot wonder at the ease with which these lawbreakers defy the revenue officers when he reads Mr. Dimock's account of the entrance to the "moonshine fastness" in Recreation. Sometimes the course lay along almost Invisible trails, over a sea of meadow, dotted with Islands of bay, white, black and sweet, myrtle and cocoa plums, marked by strands of cypress and an occasional group of palmettoes; across wide bands of the almost Impassable saw-grass of the Everglades; through sloughs choked with grass and moss, and deep waterways so grown up with "bonnets" that one could almost walk upon the continuous carpet of their leaves; through acres of long cat-tail flags that rose high above our heads and shut out the air, while a noonday sun poured down upon our heads vertical rays that fris zled our brains, burned our eyes ana sent the sweat streaming down our bodies. Prom out of this Tophet we slid into the cool, dark recess of a cypress swamp, along a creek, scarcely the width of the canoe, which was fairly choked with gar, mudfish and bass, that beat tattoos upon the canoe as they struggled past it Moccasins slipped into the stream before us, or, lift ing their ugly neaas rrom uie tugs w which they lay, let their forked tongues play before our faces as we passed. More than once I barely escaped laying a hand upon one as I helped push the canoe over the shoal places. Often the stream broadened to a pool of mud and water, from which the heads of alligators would appear in response to the grunting of our guide. Wary old 'gators would sink slowly back beneath the mud, but the youngsters sometimes replied vigorously, in grunts that could not be distinguished from the call of our guide. The French government pays its military conscripts one cent a day.