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tr\l [/^^^[] SEMI'WEEKL^ ^ ^ ^ L m GRIST s SONS, Publishers, j -1 Tamils $?usjap?r: J[ir the jproutotion of the political, "Social. Agricultural and (Commercial Interests of the feogle. {TK^0'?""i*ViKvi?V?*M' ESTABLISHED 1855. = YORKVILLE, S. C. FK1DAY, JULY 8, 1910. NO. 54. '? - - - - - I l . . | *** A ** ?*+ A +$*&+ A +***+ I When a M ?; By MARY < ROBERTS \ j R1NEHA * I X Copyright 1909? J 4 +?J>?4 T 4<?3(C>4 4&3A&4 CHAPTER VIII. Correspondents' Department. The following letters were found in the house post-box after the lifting ol the quarantine, and later were presented to me by their writers, bound in white kid (the letters, not the authors, * of course). From Thomas Harbison, late Engineer of Bridges, Peruvian Trunk Lines, South America, to Henry Llewellyn, care of Union Nitrate Company, Iquique, Chili. Dear Old Man: I think I was fully a week trying to drive out of my mind my last glimpse of you with your sickly grin, pretending to be tickled to pieces that the only white man within two hundred miles of your shack was going on a holiday. You old bluffer! I used to hang over the rail of the steamer, on the way up, and see you standing as I left you be^ side the car with its mule and the Indian driver, and behind you a million miles of soul-destroying pampa. Never mind, Jack; I sent yesterday by mail steamer the cigarettes, pipes and tobacco, canned goods and poker chips. Put in some magazines, too, and the collars. Don't know about the tiesguess it won't matter down there. Nothing happened on the trip. One of the engines broke down three days out, and I spent all my time belowdecks for forty-eight hours. Chief engineer raving with D. T.'s. Got the engine fixed in record time, and haven't got my hands clean yet. It was bully. ^ With this I send the papers, which will tell you how I happen to be here, and why I have leisure to write you three days after landing. If the situation were not so ridiculous, it would ^ be maddening. Here I am, off for a holiday and congratulating myself that I am foot free and heart free?yes, my friend, heart free?here I am, shut in the house of a man I never saw until last night, and wouldn't care if I never saw again, with a lot of people who never heard of me, who are almost equally vague about South America, who play as hard at bridge as I ever worked at building one (forgive this, won't you? the novelty has gone to my head), and who belong to the very class of extravagant, luxury-loving, non-producing parasites (isn't that what we called |hem?) that you and I used to revile from our lofty Andean pinnacle. y To come down to earth: here we are, six women and five men, including a policeman, not a servant in the house, and no one who knows how to do anything. They are really immensely interesting, these people: they all know each other very well, and it is "Jimmy" here, and "Dal' there?Dallas Brown, * r\ Iti/lin with mp! VftU rp member my speaking of him?and they * are good-natured, too, except at meal times. The little hostess. Mrs. Wilson, took over the cooking, and although luncheon was better than breakfast, the food still leaves much to the imag_ ination. I wish you could see this Mrs. Wilson, Hal. You would change a whole lot of your ideas. She is a thoroughbred. sure enough, and of course some of her beauty is the result of the exquisite care about which you and I? still from our Andean pinnacle?used to rant. But the fact is, she is more than that. She has fire, and pluck, no ' end. If you could have seen her this morning, standing in front of a cold kitchen range, determined to conquer it, and had seen the tilt of her chin when I offered to take over the ^ cooking?you needn't grin; I can cook. and you know it?you would understand what I mean. It was so clear that she was paralyzed with fright at the idea of getting breakfast, and equally clear that she meant to do it. By the way, I have learned that her name was McNair before she married this would-be artist, Wilson, and that she is a daughter of the McNair who financed the Oallao branch! I have not met the others so intimately. There are two sisters named Mercer, inclined to be noisy?they are piaying roulette in the next room now. One is small and dark, almost Hebraic in type, named I?ila and called Lollie. The other, larger, very blonde and languishing, and with a decided preference for masculine society, even, saving the mark, mine! Dallas Brown's wife, good looking, smokes cigarettes when I am not around?they all do. except Mrs. Wilson. Then there is a * maiden aunt, who is ill today with grippe and excitement, and a Miss Knowles. who came for a moment last night to see Mrs. Wilson, was caught in the quarantine (see papers), and. after hiding all night in the basement, is sulking all day in her room. Her ?? ..v, it.-m,'111 out of prt'SrillT n rami .... all proportion to the apparent eause. From the fact that I have reason to know that my artist host and his beautiful wife are on bad terms, and front the significant glances with which the announcement of Miss Knowles' presI enee was met, the state of affairs seems rather clear. Wilson impresses me as a spineless sort, anyhow, and when the lady of the basement shut herself away from the rest today and I happened on "Jimmy." as they call him, pleading with her through the door, I very nearly kicked him down the stairs. Oh, yes, I'll keep out. right enough, it isn't m> affair. Ity the way, after quarantine and with the policeman locked in the furnaee-room, a pearl necklace and a diamond bracelet were stolen! Just ten of us to divide the suspicion! Fpon my word, Hal, it's the queerest situa^ tion I ever heard of. Which of us did it? I make a guess that not a few of us are fools, but which is the knave? The worst of it is. I am the only unac credited member of tfie nousenuiu. This is more scandal than I ever w wrote in my life. I.av it to circumscribed environment, and the lack of twenty miles over the pampa before breakfast. We have all been vaccinated, and the officious gentlemen from the board of health have taken their ? ***** ***** A ***** A +** 'an Marries i 4> ^ Author of ?J* r" The Circular St aire ate" M and | "The Man In Lower Ten" ^ The Bobbs-Merrill Co. j| ***** ***** ***** +** i grins and their formaldehyde and gone. < Ye gods, how we cough! ' The Carlton order will go through t i all right, I think. 'Phoned him this > ' morning. If it does, old man, we will take a month in September and ex- r i plore the Mercator property. 1 Do you know, Hal, I have been c thinking lately that you and I stick J , too close to the grind. Business is right enough, but what's the use of spending one's best years succeeding in v everything except the things that are t worth while? I'll be thirty sooner than I care to say, and?oh, well, you won't r understand. You'll sit down there, with the Southern Cross and the rest of the infernal astronomical gaiaxy looking down on you, and the Indians chanting in the village, and you will think I have grown sentimental. I t have not. You and I down there have v been looking at the world through the v reverse end of the glass. It'S a bully ^ old world, Hal, and this is God's part c of it. r Burn this letter after you read it: I a suspect it is covered with germs. s Well, happy days, old man, ^ Yours, Tom. t P. S.?By the way, can't you spare v some of the Indian pottery you picked up at Callao? I told Mrs. Wilson about f it, and she was immensely interested. tl Send it to this address. Can you get j, it to me next steamer:?i. From Maxwell Reed to Richard Bur- j, ton Bagley, University Club, New a York. e Dear Dick: Enclosed find my check for five hun- a dred, as per wager. Possibly you were within your rights in protecting your s bet in the manner you chose, but while f( I do not wish to be offensive, your re- j, porters are damnably so. Yours, c Maxwell Reed. From Officer Flannigan to Mrs. Mag- h gie Flannigan, Erin Street. o Dear Maggie: v As soon as you receive this, go down h to Mac and tell him the story as I tell s you hear. Tell him I was walkin my ti beat, and I'd been afther seein Jimmy S Alverini about doin the right thing h for Mac on Monday, at the poles, when h I seen a man hangin suspicious around tl this house, which is Mr. Wilson's, on tl Ninety-fifth. And, of coorse, afther o chasin the man a mile or more, I lose him, which was not my fault. So I go tl back to the Wilson house, and tell h them to be careful about closin up fer tl the night, and while I'm standin in the h hall, with all the swells around me, f< sparklin with jewels, the board of c health sends a man to lock us all in, s because the Jab thats been waiter nas s took the smallpox and gone to the hos- a pitle. I stood me ground. I sez, sez I, c you cant shtop an officer in pursute of tl his duty. I rafuse to be shut in. Be d shure to tell Mac that. m So here I am, and like to be for a e month. Tell Mac theres four votes h shut up here, and I can get them for it hint, if he can stop this monkey bus- a iness. Then go over to the Dago Church on s Webster Avenue and put a dollar in tl Saint Anthony's box. He'll see me out \\ of this scrape, right enough. Do it at t< once. Now remember, go to Mac first: c maybe you can get the dollar from tl him, and mind what you tell him. Your husband, S Tim Flannigan. From Me to Mother?Mrs. Theodore t( McNair, Hotel Hamilton, Bermuda. P Dearest Mother: I hope you will get this before you v read the papers, and when you do read n them, you are not to get excited and worried. I am as well as can be, and A a great deal safer than 1 ever remember to have been in my life. We are quarantined, a lot of us, in Jim Wil- t< son's house, because his irreproachable Jap did a very reproachable thing? s took smallpox. Now read on before p you get excited. His room has been e fumigated, and we have been vacci- c nated. I am well and happy. I can't be killed in a railway wreck or smash- h ed when the car skids. Unless 1 drown h myself in my bath, or jump through a c window, positively nothing can happen e to me. So gather up all your maternal anxieties and cast them to the Bermu- h da sharks. ? Anne Brown is here?see the papers u for list?and if she can not play pro- s priety, Jimmy's Aunt Seliua can. In fact, she doesn't play at it: she works, y I have telephoned Lizette for some h clothes?enough for a couple of weeks, v although Dallas promises to get us out sooner. Now, dear, do go ahead and s have a nice time, and on no account come home. You could only have the t carriage to stop in front of the house, n and wave to me through a window. a Mother. I want you to do something s for me. You know who is down there, t and?this is awfully delicate, Murnsy <\ ?hut he's a nice hoy, and 1 thought I a liked him. 1 guess you know he has t been rather attentive. Now, I do like a him, Mumsy. hut not the way I thought i I did, and I want you to?very gently, v of course?to discourage him a little, t You know how I mean. He's a dear I hoy, hut I am so tired of people who J don't know anything but horses and f motors. t And, oh, yes,?do you remember a f girl named Lucille Mellon who was at \ school with you in Rome? And that she married a man named Harbison? 1 Well, her son is here! He builds rail- s roads ana uriages anu wings, uuu m? even built himself an automobile down in South America, because he couldn't afford to buy one, and burned wood in it! Wood! Think of it! I wired father in Chicago for fear he would come rushing home. The picture in the paper of the face at the basement window is supposed to be Mr. Harbison, but of course it isn't any more like him than mine is like me. Anae Itrown mislaid her pearl collar when she took it off last night, and has fussed herself into a sick headache. She declares it was stolen! Some of the people are playing bridge, Hetty Mercer is doing a cake-walk to the Khapsodie Ihoigroise Jim has no every-day music and the telephone is -inging. We have received enough lowers for a funeral?somebody sent Lollie a Gates Ajar, only with the jates shut. There are no servants?think of it, Uumsy. I wish you had made me earn to cook. Mr. Harbison has shown ne a little?he was a soldier in the Spanish war?but we girls are a terri)ly ignorant lot, Mumsy, about the real hings of life. Now, don't worry. It is more sport han camping in the Adirondacks, and lot nearly so damp. Your loving laughter. Katherine. P. S.?South America must be wonlerful. Why can't we put the Gadfly n commission, and take a coasting trip his summer0 It is a shame to own a acht and never use it.?K. This note, evidently delivered by nessenger, was found among other itter in the vestibule after the lifting if the quarantine. ilr. Alex. Dodds, City Editor, Mail and Star. Dear D.?Can't get a picture. Have vaited seven hours. They have closed he shutters. McCord. Written on the bai k of the above lote. Watch the roof. Dodds. CHAPTER IX. Flannigan's Find. The most charitable thing would be o say nothing about the first day. We cere baldly brutal?that's the only cord for it. And Mr. Harbison, with lis beautiful courtesy?the really sinere kind?tried to patch up one quarel after another and failed. He rose uperbly to the occasion, and made omething that he called a South American goulash for luncheon, alhough it was too salty, and every one cas thirsty the rest of the day. Bella was horrid, of course. She roze Jim until he said he was going o sit in the refrigerator and cool the utter. She locked herself in the dressitg room?it had been assigned to me, ut that made no difference to Bella? nd did her nails, and took three differnt baths, and refused to come to the able. And of course Jimmy was wild, nd said she would starve. But I said. Very well, let her starve. Not a tray hall leave my kitchen." It was a comnrt to have her shut up there anyhow: tVin timn whan aHa u?nn1rl ome face to face with Plannigan. Aunt Selina got sick that day, as I ave said. I was not so hitter as the | thers; I did not say that I wished she rould die. The worst I ever wished er was that she might he quite ill for ome time, and yet, when she hegan r> recover, she was dreadful to me. he said for one thing, that it was the ardhoiled eggs and the state of the ouse that did it, and when I said that he grippe was a germ, she retorted hat I had probably brought it to her n my clothing. You remember that Betty had drawn he nurse's slip, and how pleased she ad been about it. She got up early he morning of the first day and made erself a lawn cap and telephoned out tr a white nurse's uniform?that is, of ourse, for a white uniform for a nurse, he really looked very fetching, and he went around all the morning with red cross on her sleeve and a Saint 'ecilia expression, gathering up botles of medicine?most of it flesh reucer, which was pathetic, and closing ,'indows for fear of drafts. She refusd to help with the house-work, and >oked quite exalted, but by afternoon : had palled on her somewhat, and she nd Max shook dice. Betty was really pleased when Aunt lelina sent for her. She took in a botle of cologne to bathe her brow, and ,*e all stood outside the door and lisfned. Betty tiptoed in in her pretty ap and apron, and we heard her cau iously draw down the shades. "What are you doing that for?" Aunt lelina demanded. "I like the light." "It's bad for your poor eyes," Betty's sue was exactly the proper bedside itch, low and sugary. " 'Sweet and low, sweet and low, rind of the western sea!'" Dal humled outside. "Put up those window-shades!" .unt Selina's voice was strong enough. What's in that bottle?" Betty was still mild. She swished r? the window and raised the shade. "I'm so gory you are ill," she said ympathetioally. "This is for your ?or aching head. Now close your yes and lie perfectly still, and I will ool your forehead." "There's nothing the matter with my ead," Aunt Selina retorted. "And I iavc not lost my faculties; I am not a hild or a sick cow. If that's perfumrv, take it out.' We heard Betty coming to the door, ut there was no time to get away. She had dropped her mask for a minite and was biting her lip, but when he saw us she forced a smile. "She's il, poor dear," she said. "If ou people will go away, I can bring ier around all right. In two hours she rill eat out of my hand." "Kat a piece out of your hand," Max coffed in a whisper. We waited a little longer, but it was no painful. Aunt Selina demanded a nustard foot bath and a hot lemonade r.d her back rubbed with liniment and ume strong black tea. And in the inervals she wanted to be read to out if the prayer-book. And when we had ill gone away, there came the most errible noise from Aunt Selina's room, md every one ran. We found Betty 11 the hall outside the door, crying, vith her fingers in her ears and her ap over her eye. She said she had ?een putting the hot-water bottle to Vunt Selina's back, and it had been too lot. Just then something hit against he door with a soft thud, fell to the loor and burst, for a trickle of hot vater came over the sill. "She won't let me hold her hand," Jetty wailed, "or bathe her brow, or smooth her pillow. Shi- thinks oi notnng but her stomach or her back! And vhen I try to make her bed look decent ihe spits at me like a cat. Kverything do is wrong. She spilled the foot>ath into her shoes, and blamed me or it." It took the united efforts of all of is?except Bella, who stood back and smiled nastily to get Betty back into lie sick-room again. I was supremely hankftil by that time that I had not Irawn the nurse's slip. With dinner rdered in front one of the clubs, and he omelet ten hours behind me. my lositioii did not seem so unbearable, tut a new development was coming. While Betty was fussing with Aunt telina. Max led a search of the house. :le said the necklace and the bracelet must l?e hidden somewhere, and tha no crevice was too small to neglect. We made a formal search all to gether, except Betty and Aunt Selina and we found a lot of things in differ ent places that Jim said had beei missing since the year one. But n< jewels?nothing even suggesting a jew el was found. We had explored th< entire house, every cupboard, everj chest, even the insides of the couchei and the pockets of Jim's clothes? which he resented bitterly?and fount nothing, and I must say the situatioi was Growing rather strained. Somi lone had taken the jewels; they hadn' walked away. It was Flannigan who suggested th< roof, and as we had tried every place else, we climbed there. Of course w< didn't find anything, hut after all day In the house with the shutters closed on account of reporters, the air was glorious. It was February, but quite mild and sunny, and we could lool down over Riverside Drive and the Hudson, and even recognize people we knew on horseback and in cars. It was a pathetic joy, and we lined up aloii? the parapet and watched the motorboats racing on the river, and tried tr feel that we were in the world as wel as of it, but it was very hard. Betty had been making tea for Aunt Selina, and of course when she heard us up there, she followed, tray and all and we drank Aunt Selina's tea and had the first really nice time of the day. Bella had come up, too, but she was still standofflish and queer, and she stood leaning against a chimney and staring out over the river. Aftet a little Mr. Harbison put down his cup and went over to her, and they talked quite confidentially for a Ions time. I thought it bad taste in Bella under the circumstances, after snubbing Dallas and Max, and of course tre*ating Jim like the dirt under hei feet, to turn right around and be lovely to Mr. Harbison. It was hard for Jim. Max came and sat beside me, and Flannigan, who had been sent down for more cups, passed tea, putting the tray on top of the chimney. Jim was sitting grumpily on the roof, with his feet folded under him, playing Canfleld in the shadow of the parapet, buying the deck out of one pocket and putting his winnings in the other. He was watching Bella, too, and she knew it, and she strained a point to captivate Mr. Harbison. Any one could see that And that was the picture that came out in the next morning's papers, teacups, cards and all. For when some one looked up, there were four newspaper photographers on the roof of the next house, and they had the Impertinence to thank us! Flannigan had seen Bella by that time, but as he still didn't understand the situation, things were just the same, But his manner to me puzzled me; when ever he came near me he winked prodigiously, and during all the search he kept one eye on me, and seemed to be amused about something. When the rest had gone down to dress for dinner, which was being sent in, thank goodness, I still sat on the parapet and watched the darkening river. I felt terribly lonely, all at once, and sad. There wasn't any one nearer than father, in the west, or mother in Bermuda, who really cared a rap whether I sat on that parapet all night or not, or who would be sorry if I leaped to the dirty bricks of the next dooryard?not that I meant to, of course. The lights came out across the river, and made purple and yellow streaks on the water, and one of the motorboats came panting back to the yacht club, coughing and gasping as if it had overdone. Down on the street automobiles were starting and stopping, cabs rolling, doors slamming, all the maddening, delightful bustle of people who are foot-free to dine out, to dance, to go to the theater, to do any of the thousand possibilities of a long February evening. And above them I sat on the roof and cried. Yes, cried. I was roused by some one coughing just behind me, and I tried to straighten my face before I turned. It was Flannigan, his double row of brass buttons gleaming in the twilight. "Excuse me, miss," he said affably, "but the boy from the hotel has left the dinner on the doorstep and run, the cowardly little devil! What'll I do with it? I went to Mrs. Wilson, but she says it's no concern of hers." Flannigan was evidently bewildered. "You'd better keep it warm, Flannigan," I replied. "You needn't wait; I'm coming." But he did not go. "If?if vnii'll pyimiub mo misq " h<] said, "don't you think ye'd betther tell them?" "Tell them what?" "The whole tiling?the joke," he said confidentially, coming: closer. "It's been great sport, now, hasn't it? But I'm afraid they will get on to it soon, and?some of them might not be agreeable. A pearl necklace is a pearl necklace, miss, and the lady's wild." "What do you mean?" I gasped. "You don't think?why, Flannigan?" He merely grinned at me and thrust his hand down in his pocket. When he brought it up he had Bella's bracelet on his palm, glittering in the faint light. "Where did you get it?" Between relief and the absurdity of the thing, I was almost hysterical. But Flannigan did not give me the bracelet; instead, it struck me his tone was suddenly severe. "Now look here, miss," he said: "you've played your trick, and you've had your fun. The Lord knows it's only folks like you would play April fool jokes with a fortune! If you're the sinsihle little woman you look tt be, you'll put that pearl collar on the coal in the basement tonight, and lei me find it." "I haven't got the pearl collar," 1 protested. "I think you are crazy Where did you get that bracelet?" lie edged away from me, as if he expected me to snatch it from him am: ron. but he was still trvinir in an ele pliant ine way to treat the matter as ? joke. "I found it in a drawer in the pantry," he said, "among the dirty linen And if you're as smart as I think yni are, I'll find the pear) collar there ir the morning?and nothing said, miss." So there I was, suspected of beiiif responsible for Anne's pearl collar, a: if I had not enough to worry be before of course I could have called them al together and told them, and made then explain to Klannigan what I had rcall> meant by my delirious speech in thf kitchen. But that would have meant telling the whole ridiculous story tc t Mr. Harbison, and having him think us all mad, and me a fool. In all that overcrowded house there ? was only one place where I could be - miserable with comfort. So I stayed i on the roof, and cried a little and then became angry and walked up and down, and clenched my hands and babbled helplessly. The boats on the river were yellow, horizontal streaks 3 through my tears, and an early search light sent its shaft like a tangible 1 thing in the darkness, just over my t head. Then, finally, I curled down in a 3 corner with my arms on the parapet, t and the lights became more and more prismatic and finally formed them* selves Into a circle that was Bella's ? bracelet, and that kept whirling around i and around on something flat and not r over-clean, that was Flannigan's palm, i [To be Continued.] i ~~ i Ginger For Temper, c Always eat ginger in the morning, i That is the newly discovered cure s for the got-out-of-bed-on-the-wrong i side feeling that afflicts so many Kngf lishmen in the morning. "For many years," a correspondent > writes, "I have been the victim of I my own ungovernable temper and have never been able to get myself t amiable before luncheon time. Last 1 week a friend presented me with a . Jar of preserved ginger and my good I fairy suggested to me that it would ' be nice as a relish at breakfast. ? "Since I have been taking it my 1 frame of mind in the morning has rapidly improved and now I am able to start the day as cheerily as a ty' pical country farmer. Is it the ginger that has worked this cure?" ; A well known doctor said that If , people would only eat ginger at breakfast their health would improve In ! many respects and they would start ' the day much readier for work than they do now. "Ginger," he said' "contains an essential oil which acts as a fine nerve I tonic. It promotes digestion is an i excellent stomach tonic and is ex' tremely good for the liver, i "The liver is the organ which makes i people so morose In the morning. 1 Until it has been well stirred up by ' the day's work it is in a lethargic ' condition, and frequently the brain 1 Is In the same state, for its blood supply Is not right. ! "Now if people who experience these symptoms would only take ! plenty of ginger at breakfast their livers would act properly and their ! digestion would improve to an extent they can not realize. 1 "I am perfectly certain that if more ginger were eaten the world would be a very much better place to live in, for nine-tenths of the peoI pie who are now unbearable until they have worked the bile out of their systems would then be as jolly and bright in the morning as they are at 1 an evening party now."?London Mirror. 1 The Peach Tree Borer.?Next to the San Jose scale this is the most destructive peach insect in the state. , Every fruit grower is familiar with its work. The time is approaching when effective work for preventing the ravages of this pest next year can be done. Briefly stated the life history of this insect is as follows: The small brown-, ish eggs are laid in the crevices of the bark or in wounds on the base of the tree and also on exposed roots. These soon hatch and the small larvae begin burrowing into the sap and outer layer of wood, where they continue to develop until growth is checked by cold weather. In this condition they lie dormant, except for an occasional inter ruption by warm weather, until ine approach of spring, when feeding is resumed and continued until about the tenth of June. At this time the fully developed larva leaves the tree and forms a cocoon or capsule about one inch in length, composed of silk, in the , soil at the base of the tree. In this cocoon the larva passes a quiescent period of about three weeks, finally emerging as a beautiful moth, the male of which slightly resembles an ordinary wasp. The beautifully colored female begins laying eggs, for the next generation, soon after emerging, about July 10. Approximately speaking, the egg laying period extends from July 10 to October 1. If the soil is banked around the base of the infested trees to a depth of about ten inches after the larvae have entered the soil for pupation, which is about June 20, the resulting moths will perish 1 in attempting to come to the surface i of the mound of earth. The mound l should be left about the tree until October IS. which will prevent female moths from other orchards, and any possible ones that may have escaped, from laying their eggs on the moist portion of the tree. Many of the eggs laid higher up on the trunks of the i trees will never hatch, and the larvae of any that may hatch can easily be , destroyed by carefully going over the orchard with a knife later in the fall. After October. 15 the mounds may be removed and the upper portion of the roots uncovered during the winter, in order to destroy any borers by expoI sure should the weather be suffleienti ly cold. This method has been tried in I orchards in South Carolina and round to work admirably. By following those few simple suggestions we will be able to improve the j quality and quantity of our fruit besides adding greatly to the protection of our orchard.?t'lemson Extension 1 Work. Drastic French Customs. i These are hard times for French smokers, and there is much grumbling against the government tobacco monopoly. After appreciably increasing the i price of tobacco, cigars and cigarettes of all except the commonest cattgories, it has now curtailed the supply of wax vestas by reducing the contents of the penny box from forty to thirty. But worse remains behind. It has been discovered that the enhanced price of tobacco is aggravated by a serious shortage in weight. A ' purchaser of two packets, finding that i even with the wrappings they were I considerably under weight. lodged them with the nearest police commissary. and instituted proceedings. > protesting that dishonest trading on ? the part of the state is no more justi. liable than in the case of private individuals. British tourists should be warned [ that they will lie heavily taxed for any tobacco or cigars they may bring into France. The idea that ten cigars are allowed in duty free is not admitted in ' the practice of the custom house. | A recent visitor declared nine c igars and was charged ltd. on each, while some three ounces of tobacco, every - - ? 1 grain or wmcn was caret uny wcibhcu, was taxed exactly 1 oo per cent of its . retail cost. The officers declared that they had the right to levy duty on a ' single cigar. 1 The delay to which the traveller is i subjected by these exactions is not the least vexatious part of the business. It may iftean the missing of ' trains or other equally important en' gagements. One of the latest exploits of the reI lent less "Regie" is the prosecution of a poor woman for making and selling 1 chocolate and cocoa cigarettes, such as are familiar in every Knglish sweet> shop. <m the ground that this is a fraudulent form of competition with the government tobacco monopoly.? 1 Pall Mall Garette. flrtiscfllancous grading. FAMOUS BROADWAY SPENDERS. How Harry G. Moore Sot the Paco by His Crazy Generosity. There is an old theory that the road to hades is paved with good intentions. Poppycock! If you examine a popular stretch of the road you'll find that the surface is composed of hard, round, milled American dollars, and the has relief of the lady always and always is placed uppermost. The greatest and siraigniesi section 01 ine nignway is made up of a portion of Broadway. There are other pieces of boulevard and avenue in the world which, for some, trend the same way, but it is no Broadway that the paving gang works overtime and the boss Satan personally supervises the Job. There is more money squandered along Broadway and a few adjacent alleys of radiance every day and every night than an able receiving teller could take in over a counter in a month. Yet, singularly enough, while unnumbered dollars How and flow, the ordinary citizen finds it extremely difficult at this point to deflect much of the mighty current to himself. Unless you happen to be a waiter or a hotel proprietor or a manager of a theater or a chauffeur of a taxicab you might wonder what becomes of it all. It's as baffling as one of Herrmann's tricks; you have a fleeting glimpse of the coin as it passes from hand to hand, and that, apparently, is the end of it. You know where it comes from, but you know not | whither it goes. Those who are needy wunoui ueing neiarious can tne roau the Great Tight Way. There are so many methods of getting rid of money on Broadway that no one feels the necessity of being charitable. Nearly all of the fools who are troubled with a clot of money in the breast pocket seek Broadway eventually, placing themselves into the hands of specialists for the operation of removal. The work is done with neatness and dispatch, and frequently in an almost painless manner. Even if the patient is afflicted with millions he will be given absolute relief along Broadway. The roster of Broadway spenders is as long as the finger of fate. The names of new ones are being added each year, and, in so far as certain institutions of folly are concerned, it is well that such is the case; for the old ones, after periods of a greater or lesser brevity, fail to answer the call. If you are a person of tact you will not go along the Great White Way inquiring after the spender of yesteryear. Rest content with the general statement that the dead past has buried its live sports. Broadway knows them for a moment and then they are gone. As time wears on they are forgotten, and even the distinction of serving as "horrible examples" is not theirs. The Great White Way has no time to digest moral lessons. Such names as Walter Farnsworth Baker, Graham Polley, J. Waldere Kirk, Harry G. Moore, James Rhodes, John Campbell Smith and Malon Walton Russell are recognized by but fewpersons today. It was but recently, as years go. that they were associated with the most reckless sort of prodigality. They startled Broadway for a few days or months or years?these forgotten men. But when their money ran out they dropped back into oblivion. The scenes of their erstwhile activities are concerned with them no more. There are new favorites and new fortunes ready for dissipation; fresh material is waiting. Yet they were valiant spendthrifts? some of these youths, each of whom tried to stir up a bigger commotion than his predecessor. While their money lasted they were the uncrowned kings of the merry-merry. They flitted briefly their course where the lights are brightest, the gayest and giddiest crowd in Christendom scampering at their heels. Then, after a time, things began happening to them I with much suddenness. Their White Way friends fell away. Bankruptcy came swiftly, and death or imprisonment, or just blighting indigency followed. The career of a spendthrift is hilariously simple and its climax is as trite as it is inevitable. There was Harry G. Moore, who one bright afternoon a few years ago set himself the task of cutting a dizzy swath up Broadway. Mr. Moore had money?bales of it?which he had acquired legally, if not laboriously. How much he had no one ever knew. He never stopped to count it. He was too busy in the department of disbursements. He even thought it too much trouble banking his fortune and writing checks when he required the coin. "It would be absurd," he once told a solicitous friend, "to deposit my money when I'll be needing it so soon." He carried bills of a large denomination in his various pockets, and one of the drawers in his apartments was choked uo with eold certificates. When he spent such money as he carried in his clothes, he returned to his rooms to get more. j "Ah, yes, Harry was a good fellow," says such few of the gay district people as recall him at all, "but he should have kept his stuff in a bank. He could have lasted six months longer If he hadn't carried it around as if it were waste paper." Hut then, perhaps, he knew best. He probably wished to have it over with quickly. It was a dull month for Moore when he didn't get rid of $20,000 or $30,000. He wanted to set the pace for the Broadway prodigals, and he did. Moonwas strolling down Broadway one evening with some friends, when his attention was arrested by a display in the window of a jewelry store. With his crowd of hangers-on he entered the shop. He began by buying ten-dollar stickpins, bracelets and the like. Then he amused himself by purchasing articles for which he had no earthly use. His little shopping expedition became a saturnalia of spending. He bought ? >1(1 watches, solitaire rings, diamond brooches, gold llagoiis, jewel-in-crusted cigar cases, cut-glass punch bowls ?everything that caught his eye he bought. "Shall I deliver them?" asked the excited jeweler. "Deliver nothing." said Moore, "What would I want with all that truck in my apartments? I'll take it with me." He and his friends loaded themselves with the stuff. "This is souvenir night on Rroadway," said Moore. "I want the gang to have something to remember me by." From the care to music nan and back again to cafe, they wended their opulent way, even as Stevenson's whimsical youth with the tarts. At tables where gay women were dining with "rollers" not so high they left presents. Moore put gold watches into the pockets of casually encountered Johnnies, adjusted tine necklaces over the heads of pretty chorus girls and placed diamond rings upon the fingers of women he never had seen before. Then he order champagne for everybody. Moore's crazy generosity became contagious. Other men who had ordered one or two bottles of wine instantly multiplied their hospitality. People had champagne that night who never had it before, and they had lots i of it. It was a big night. Moore rented apartments for which i he paid $6,000 per year, a modest sum i for him. But, as he said, he believed in keeping the expense for necessities \ within reasonable bounds. While ] Moore was making his conquest of ( Broadway he spent on an average of ( $100 a night for champagne alone. He < had his cigars made specially for him, i and he paid a small fortune to a florist 1 to create a freak flower so that no one ] else in the world could have a bouton- < niere like his. I At his bankruptcy hearing Moore i told the court of his marriage. "One | afternoon," he said, "I awakened in my apartments and found a woman sitting by the window with an air of one | who owned the place. 'What's your | name?' I asked her. 'Mrs. Moore, she ( said, without batting an eye. 'Who are | you?' I demanded. 'Your wife, of | course,' she answered. And do you j know, she really was my wife. She i proved to me that I'd married her the | night before." I Moore didn't remember anything | about the wedding, but the ceremony , had been performed legally enough. | His wife was a rather pretty woman ( whom he had met in some cafe and , who was willing to contract marital obligations as Mrs. Moore. Her obi I- , gations, in this case, were to help her | husband spend his money. She prov- j ed herself a capable companion and . assistant. ! One of the most picturesque of the J Broadway money dispensers was Prince Hunvah of Korea. The prince. who had been a good boy at home, was permitted by his amiable parent, the potentate, to come to the United States for a vacation. The young man's father thought $30,000 an ample allowance for a prince's sojourn In New York. Perhaps the royal youth thought so, too, at first, but it was only a few weeks before he was trying to levy against the honorable exchequer for additional funds. The prince's activities were not confined entirely to Broadway, although he undoubtedly learned some new wrinkles in the money-spending game along the Great White way. The first thing his royal highnes3 did upon hitting town was to invade a tailor shop and order clothes. He bought himself eighty-nine suits in various patterns and designs. These he had sent to his apartments. He wore a different costume for every few hours he remained in this country. He purchased waistcoats, hats and cravats to match, and dozens and dozens of each. He rigged himself out like a shop window and sallied forth to get acquainted with the town. He found any number of citizens who had the willingness and ' the leisure to play with him, so long as he paid his bills. j Some of the most noteworthy epi- ( sodes of his short career here occurred at Coney Island. The simple mind of the Korean delighted in the "ultra- 1 civilized" pastimes to be enjoyed there. ' He was so naively happy with his new ( playground that he wished to share his i joys with every one. He ran through 1 his money with true Oriental carelessness, and then his parent sent for him to come home. The results of the 1 prince's little outing in New York were ' not so serious as many others have j been, for the reason that his cruel father called a halt. i As it has heen hinted before, the ' lady's face on the dollar should always lie shown conspicuously, for, as a s.vm- , hoi, it means everything on Broadway. I A sort of silly vanity is the trouble of ( most unruly spenders. They desire to j be admired of women and somehow, i they believe that the furious dissipa- I tion of coin will engender that highly ! to be wished for result. Whether a "royal good fellow" really excites any emotion other than contempt in a woman, good, had or worse, is a question which no man is qualified to discuss. It is only known that there are always women who will permit and encourage youth to spend money. Most of the fortunes which have been squandered on Broadway have been squandered for some woman i or women.?New York Press. THE LION'S HEAD. < Origin of Its Use as Decoration For , Fountains. "The sun glows in the Lion," says 1 Seneca, meaning that when the sun enters the sign of Leo at the summer solstice the highest temperature of < the year is experienced. We may say on the other hand that the Babylonion astrologers thousands of years ago placed the king of beasts, the fiery and ferocious Hon, in that part of the zodiac which the sun enters at the summer solstice. The constellation which is called Leo bears very little resemblance to the outline of a lion. Probably the name was originally applied only to its principal star, Uegulus. It is to this constellation in the zodiac that we owe the countless water spewing lions head which are found in ancient and modern fountains, because in the latter part of July, while the sun is still in the sign Leo. the Nile is at its highest level. Furthermore, the lion's head with widely open jaws is in itself very suitable for the mouth of a fountain or waterspout. This decorative motif was employed universally throughout the Greco-Roman world. Lion's heads are found used in this way at Athens, Kphesus, Olymphla, Aggrigentum and countless other places. It is not <iuite certain that this employment of the lion's head originated in Kgypt. Curtius describes an Assyrian bas-relief from Italian showing water streaming from the ring shaped vessel. A lion stands as if on guard on either side of the fountain. The water clock, which was used in judicial proceedings, had the form of a Hon and a name which means the guardian of the stream. Hence the idea of protection may have been the origin of the association of lions with fountains, and this custom may have originated in Asia.?Scientific American. KLNaiuiNtKO un/hir.ftaipm. Estimated That 32,000 Die Every Year. Dying at the rate of 32,000 year, says the Washington correspondent of the News and Courier, the total number of pensioners on the roll of the government is expected to show a big decrease when Director Durand, of the census, concludes his work In the near future. There was no tabulation of pensioners In the last census but the one now under way makes such provision. With 32,000 names being dropped from the rolls every twelve months, 2,700 every thirty days, it will not take long to entirely do away with the present work of the pension bureau unless another war should intervene to cause more dependents on the government. How many persons survive the various wars whose names do not appear on the pension rolls is not recorded In the pension office or in the afflce of the adjutant general of the war department. The officials refer to these unrecorded soldiers as the "unknown army." Many of them belong to Grand Army posts or camps of Confederate Veterans, but there are many who are neither pensioners nor identified with these organizations in any way. More Than Two Million. i ne most generally accepieu esumate of the total number of men serving In the Union army and navy during the War Between the States Is 2,213,365. This estimate was prepared by Gen. Alndworth, adjutant general of the army, about fourteen pears ago, and It Is one upon which pension officials and others Interested In such matters depend for data. But this was at best only an estimate, the record showing that the total number of enlistments from the various states and territories under the calls af President Lincoln aggregated 2,778,304. But on this number there were 105,963 enlistments credited to the army alone, exclusive of 16,422 Tien who were serving In the regular irmy. It Is estimated that of these 2.672.341 men there were 543,393 reenlistments, which, when subtracted, leaves the estimate of individual soldiers in the war 2,128,948. There were enough re-inlistment in the navy to bring the total number of individuals in the navy down to 84,147, making the number serving in the war on the Union side 2,213,365. rhis is the only official estimate ever made, and how far it varies from the ictual number can never be determined. Rapid Deduction. Gen. Ainsworth, In his estimate, said that it appeared that at the end of the war there were 1,727 individuals in :he Union army surviving, deserters jxcluded. He thought the number of survivors in 1890, should be 1,285,171 and 1,125,725 in 1896, while he nrpHlptpH that at tha rata at which :he men were passing away the army would be reduced to about 999,000 survivors In 1900. The actual number of survivors of the War Between the States on the pension rolls June 30, 1909, was 593,961. At the close of the Spanish war. In 1898, there were 726,446 civil war survivors on the pension rolls. An Interesting table Just prepared for the use of the senate shows some lata relative to the service of boys which has heretofore gone unnoticed. This table shows that of the total lumber of enlistments, aggregating 2,778,309 for the Union army and lavy, the number of enlistments at various ages was as follows: 10 years ind under, 25; 11 years, 38; 12 years, 225; 13 years, 300; 14 years, 1,525; 15 years, 104,987; 16 years, 231,051; 17 years, 844,891; 18 >ears, 1,151,438; 21 years, 2,159,798; 22 years, 618,511; 25 years, 44,626; 44 years, 16,)71. Average Ages of Pensioners. This table shows that over a million enlistments were of boys less than 18 years of age. The authorities, therefore, figure that the average ige of pensioners of the War Between the States Is now about 68 'ears. There are no pensioners of the RevDulutlonary War or of the War of 1812 living. The last survivor of the War of the Revolution on the pension rolls was Daniel F. Bakeman, who tiled at Freedom, N. Y., April, 1869, iged 109 years. The last surviving pension soldier of the War of 1812 was Hiram Cronk of Ava, N. Y., who died In 1905, aged 105 years. The last survivor of the Revolution on the rolls lived for eight years after the close of the war, and if there Is any soldier of the War Between the States, who will survive an equal i ??*U ? V* {o nomo will hp Pftf 1**11*111 iu tunc, Itao iiuh.v ..... ried on the pension rolls until 1951, provided there Is any need for a pension roll or bureau at that distant date. ? Anderson, July 3: Anderson's home-coming and gala week, August 1-6, promises to he a great event. The people of Anderson are inviting all their friends and relatives who ever lived in Anderson to come and spend the week with them. Ample amusements and attractions will be provided and the week promises to be one of enjoyment for the visitors and home folks alike. The festivities will open on Tuesday, August 2, when the Anderson fire department will have its annual parade and inspections. A tournament will follow and a number of teams from other cities will compete. Prizes of sufficient size are being offered to make the tournament a success. Wednesday, August 3, will le farmers' day. Some of the leading agricultural workers of the country will be invited to be present and deliver addresses. There will also be a meeting that day of the Anderson County Boys' Corn club. Thursday, August 4, will be Woodmen of the World day. All the camps in Anderson county will take part in the monster parade. Several of the national officers are expected to be present and the day will oe one or iiueresi anu ^unit to the members of this grand and popular secret order. Friday, August 5, will be Confederate Veterans' day. It is planned to make it a reunion for the Confederate veterans exclusively. A barbecue will be served to the old soldiers at Buena Vista park and they will have a day entirely to themselves in which to enjoy themselves in their own fashion. The speakers for the occasion will be announced later. Saturday, August 6, will be Red Men's day. All the tribes in the Piedmont section are invited to be present. Prizes will be offered for the tribe making the best display in the parade. The Anderson Chamber of Commerce has contracted for an airship to give daily exhibitions during the week. This airship is of the same type as the one in which Count Zeppelin has been creating so much excitement in Germany. It will My all over the city of Anderson every day during the week. During four nights of the week there will be lyceum attractions in the casino at Ruena Vista park. These are all high "Ins* attractions and will be very much appreciated. The Chamber of Commerce Is considering other attractions for the home-coming week and these will be announced within a short time. All in all, Anderson's homecoming and gala week promises to be one of the biggest events of the year in South Carolina. A great deal of interest is being shown in it, both at home and abroad, and Anderson will 1 e thronged with crowds every day during the week. The people of Anderson county cordially invite all their friends to come and visit them at that time.