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> kyi ^ ^ ^ ^ l. m. grist s sons, Publishers.} % 4amit5 ?le?-"sp;iprr: J; or the promotion of the political, Social, agricultural ami (Tommerrial interests of the people. { te""tn'0te"(,pv,r"*y,'ora^"#e' ESTABLISHED 1855. YORKVILLE, S. C. TUESDAY. NOVEMBER 15, 1910. - - - y<). 91. **+A **+A *&+A l??+A K?*A H*4 ! .FORTUNl 1 + Novelized by Lo | From the Play o 4 by Wine | Copyright 1910, by Winchell S ***A *?*A ***A ??*A ??#?A CHAPTER II. It had been a forlorn hope at best, this attempt of his to escape Kellogg? Duncan acknowledged it when, his packing rudely finished, he started for the door, Robbins reluctantly surrendering the suit case after exhausting his repertory of devices to delay the young man. But at that instant the elevator gate clashed in the outer corridor and Kellogg's key rattled in the lock, to an accompanying confusion of voices, all masculine and all very cheerful. Duncan sighed and motioned Robbins away with his luggage. "No hope now," he told himself. "But?O Lord!" Incontinently there burst into the room four men?Jim Long, Larry Miller, another whom Duncan did not immediately recognize and Kellogg himself?bringing with them an atmosphere breezy with jubilation. Before he knew it Duncan was boisterously overwhelmed. He got his breath to find Kellogg pumping his hand. "Xat," he was saying, "you're the only other man on earth I was wishing could be with me tonight! Now my happiness is complete. Gad, this is lucky!" "You think so?" countered Duncan, forcing a smile. "Hello, you boys!" He gave a hand to Long and Miller. "How're you all?" He warmed to Jib m tsgjfm I M ''- % W^jr XXLLOOO FOBBOKE TO QUESTION HIS RETURN their friendly faces and unfeigned welcome. "My, but it's good to see you!" There was relief in the fact that Kellogg. after a single glance, forebore to question his return; he was to be counted upon for tact, was Kellogg. Now he strangled surprise by turning to the fourth member of the party. "Nat," he said, "I want you to meet Mr. Bartlett. Mr. Bartlett, Mr. Duncan." A wholesome smile dawned on Duncan's face as he encountered the blank, blue stare of a young man whose very smooth and very bright red face was admirably set off by semi-evening dress. "Great Scott!" he cried, warmly pressing the lackadaisical hand that drifted into his. "Willy Bartlett?after all these years!" A sudden animation replaced the vacuous stare of the blue eyes. "Duncan!" he stammered. "I say, this is rippin'!" "As bad as that?" Duncan essayed an accent almost English and nodded his appreciation of it, something which Bartlett missed completely. He was very young?a very great deal younger, Duncan thought, than when they had been classmates, what time Duncan shared his rooms with Kellogg, very much younger and sugfering txquisitcly from oversophistication. His drawl barely escaped being inimitable. His air did not escape it. "Smitten with my old trouble," Duncan appraised him?"too much money. Heaven knows I hope he nev er recovers!" As for Willy, he was momentarily more nearly h' man than he had seemed from the moment of his first appearance. "You know," he blurted, "this is simply extraordinary. I say, you chaps. Duncan and I haven't met for years, not since he graduated. We belong to the same frat, you know, and had a jolly time of it. if he was an upper class man. No side about him at all, y' know, absolutely none whatever. Whenever I had to go out on a spree I'd always get Nat to show me round." "I was pretty good at that." Duncan admitted, a trille ruefully. But Willy rattled on heedless. "He knew more pretty gels, y' know. I say, old chap, d'you know as many now?" Duncan shook his head. "The list has shrunk. I'm a changed man. Willy." "Ow, I say, you're ehawfin," Willy A ??+A *?*A ***A *3*A * H E ... ! s re/?. i M uis Joseph Vance f the Same Name M hel Smith ^ mith and Louis Joseph Vance. j| A ft?*A *?+A ??*+A H?+A H?*A * argued incredulously. "I don't believ that, y* know, hardly. I say, you re member the night you showed me hoi to play faro bank?" "I'll never forget it," Duncan tol him gravely. "And I remember wha a plug we thought my roommate wa because he wouldn't come with us. He nodded signincanuy cowaru m amused Kellogg:. "Not him!" cried Willy, expostulanl "Not really? Why, it cawn't be!" "Facts," Duncan assured him. "H was working his way through college you see, whereas I was working m; vay through my allowance and the: some. That's why you never met him Willy, he worked and got the habit We loafed with the same result That's why he's useful and you're or namental and Fm"? He broke off ii surprise. "Hello," he said as Rohbin offered a tray to the three on whicl wer" slim stemmed glasses filled witl a pale yellow effervescent liquid. "Wh; the blond waters of excitement please?" he inquired, accepting a glass From across the room Larry Miller' voice sounded. "Are you ready, gen tlemen?" We'll drink to him first, am then he can drink to his royal littl self. To the boy who's getting on ii the world! To the junior member o L. J. Bartlett & Co.!" Long applauded loudly, "Hear, hear! and even Willy Bartlett chimed ii with an unemotional, "Good work! Mechanically Duncan downed th toast. Kellogg was the only man no drinking it, and from that the meanini was easily to be inferred. With i stride Duncan caught his hand an< crushed it in his own. "Harry," he said a little huskily, " can't tell you how glad I am. It's th< best news I've had in years." Kellogg's responsive pressure wa answer enough. "It makes it doubl; worth while to win out and have yoi all so glad," he said. "So you've taken him into the firm es?" Duncan inquired of Bartlett. J M.. orru The Diue eyes wiaenea siomiy. i n governor has. I'm not in the business y* know. Never had the slightest turi for it, what?" Willy set aside hi glass. "I say, I must be moving. Nc I eawn't stop, Kellogg, really. I \va dressin* at the club and Larry told mi about it, so I just dropped round t< tell you how jolly glad I am." "Your father hadn't told you then? "Who, the governor?" Willy looke< unutterably bored. "Why, he gave u] tryin' to talk business with me loni ago. I can't get interested in it, 'poi my word. Of course I knew h thought the deuce and all of you. bu I hadn't an idea they were goin' t take you into the firm. What?" Long and Miller interrupted, propos ing adieus which Kellogg vainly con tended. "Why, you're only just here"? h expostulated. "Cawn't help it, old chap," Willy as sured him earnestly. "I must go, any way. I've a dinner engagement." "You'll be late, won't you?" "Doesn't matter in the least. I'm al ways late. Night, Kellogg. Congratu lutions again." "We just dropped round to take ol our hats to you," Long continue! pumping Kellogg's hand. "And tell you what a good fellow w think you are," added Miller, followini suit. "You don't know how good you mak me feel," Kellogg told them. Under cover of this diversion Dun can was making one last effort to sli] away, but before he could gather to gether his impedimenta and get to th door Willy Bartlett intercepted him. "I say, Duncan"? "Oh, rats!" said Duncan beneath hi breath. He paused ungraciousl; enough. "nvs.n trrxf q Kit r\f ono an other, now we've met again, y* know Wish you'd look me up. Half Mooi club '11 get me most any time. We'l have to arrange to make a regular oli fashioned night of it, just for mem ory's sake." Duncan nodded, edging past him "I've memories enough," he said. "Right-oh! Any reason at all, > know, just so we have the night." "Good enough," assented Duncai vaguely. He suffered his hand to b wrung with warmth. "I'll not for get. Good night." Then he pulled u] and groaned, for Willy's insistenc had frustrated his design. Kellogg ha< suddenly become alive to his attitud and hailed him over the heads of Loni and Miller. "Nat. I say! Where the devil ar you going?" "Over to the hotel," said Duncan. "The deuce you are! What hotel?" "The one I'm stopping at." "Not on your life. You're not golm just yet. I haven't had half a chanc to talk to you. Robbins, take Mi I uncan's things." Duncan set upon by Robbins. wh had beep hovering round for just tha purpose, lifted his shoulders in resig nation, turning back into the room a Miller and Long said good night t him and left at Rartlett's heels, an smiled awry in semi-humorous depre cation of the way in which he let Kel logg outmaneuver him. When it cam to that it was hard to refuse Kellog anything; he had that way with hin especially if one liked him. And hoi could any one help liking him? Kellogg had him now, holding hir fast l?.v either shoulder, at arm length, and shaking a reproving hea at his friend. "You log duffer!" h said. "Did you think for a minute I* let you throw me down like that Have you dined?" At this suggestion Dum-an stiffene and fell haek. "No, hut"? Kelllog swept the ground from uu der his feet. "Rohhins," he told th man. "order in dinner for two from th eluh, and tell 'em to hurry it up." "Yes, sir," said Rohhins, and Hew t ohey before Duncan could get a chant to countermand his part in the order. "And now," continued Kellogj $ "we've got the whole evening before us in which to chin. Sit down." He led Duncan to an armchair and gently but firmly plumped him into its capacious depths. "We'll have a snug little dinner here and what do you say to taking in a show afterward?"' "I say no." "You dassent, my boy. This is the night we celebrate. I'm feeling pretty good tonight." "You ought to, Harry." Duncan struggled to rouse himself to share in the spirit of gratulation with which $ Kellogg was bubbling. "I'm mighty glad, old man. It's a great step up for you." "It's all of that. You could have knocked me over with a feather when Bartlett sprang it on me this morning. Of course, I was expecting something, a boost in salary, or something like ? that. Bartlett knew that other houses in tV?o o root ViqH nffprs T?VP 0 41 v" ov 1 been pretty lucky of late and pulled off one or two rather big deals, but a partnership with L. J. Bartlett? Think of it, Nat!" e "I'm thinking of it, and it's great." ' "It'll keep me mighty busy," Kellogg y n vs" mm Hn> ijRHH^Er K^f^'KV Wr , . 'Vj? Am Ss? ym wf ^mb. V 1 K,/ KAVTJAVTRT, nTTVfiAK. I ~~~ ^ blundered blindly on. "It means a lot of extra work, but you know I like to 3 work." ^ "That's right, you do," agreed Dun1 can drearily. "It's queer to me. It must be a great thing to like to work." ' "You bet it's a great thing. Why, I couldn't exist if I couldn't work. e You remember that time I laid off for ' a month in the country for my health's 3 sake? I'll never forget it?hanging s round all the time with my hands '> empty?every one else with something 3 to do. I wouldn't go through with it e again for a fortune. Never felt so use3 less and in the way"? "But," interrupted Duncan, knitting his brows as he grappled with this 3 problem, "you were independent, P weren't you? You had money?could ? pay your board?" 1 "Of course. Nevertheless 1 felt in e the way." f "That's funny." 3 "It's straight." "I know it is. It wouldn't be you if * you didn't love work. It wouldn't be * me if I did. Look here, Harry. Suppose you didn't have any money and e couldn't pay your board and had nothing to do. How'd you feel in that - case?" "I don't know. Anyhow that's rot"? "No, it isn't rot. I'm trying to make you understand how I feel when? - when it's that way with me, as it gen erally is." He raised one hand and let it fall with a gesture of despondeu * cy so eloquent that it roused Kellogg 3 out of his own preoccupation. "Why, Nat!" he cried, genuinely e sympathetic. "I've been so taken up S with myself that I forgot. I hadn't looked for you till tomorrow." e "You knew, then?" "I met Atwater at lunch today. lie - told me. Said he was sorry, but"? P "Yes, everybody is always sorry, * but"? e Kellogg let his hand fall on Duncan's shoulder. "I'm sorry, too, old man. But don't lose heart. I know it's prets t.v tough on a fellow"? y "The toughest part of it is that you got the job for and I had to fall - down." "Don't think of that. It's not your n fault"? 1 "You're the only man who believes 3 that, Harry." "Buck up. I'll stumble across some better opening for you before long, i- and"? "Stop right ihere. I'm through"? "Don't talk that way, Nat. I'll get you in right somewhere." n "You're the best hearted man alive e Harry, but I'll see you blasted first." "Wait." Kellogg demanded his atP tention. "Here's this man Burnham. e You don't know him, but he's as keen 1 .v,,... mobn 'or,, H?'a on thl? track * (10 IIIV* i 1 lUltV villi w e of some wonderful scheme for making ? illuminating gas from crude oil. If it goes through, if the invention's really e practicable, it's hound to work a revolution. He's down in Washington now ?left this afternoon to look up the patents. Now, he needs me to get the ear of the Standard oil people, and g I'll get you in there." p "What right 've you got to do that?" r. demanded Duncan. "What the dickens do I know about illuminating gas > or crude oil? Burnham'd never thank t you for the likes o* me." "But, thunder, you can learn. All " you need"? o "Now, see here, Harry!" Duncan d gave him pause with a manner not to - be denied. "Once and for all time - understand I'm through having yt ? e recommend an incompetent just beg cause we're friends." 1, "But, Harry"? A' "And I'm through living on you while I'm out of a job. That's final." n "But, man, listen to me?when we s were at college"? d "That was another matter." e "How many times did you pay the d room rent when I was strapped? How ? many times did your money pull me through when I'd have had to quit and d forfeit my degree because I couldn't earn enough to keep on?" "That's different. You earned enough ,e finally to square up. You don't owe e me anything." "I owe you the gratitude for the o friendly hand that put me in the way e of earning?that kept me going when the going was rank. Besides, the conditions are just reversed now; you'll I do just as I did?make good in the world and, when it's convenient, to me. As for living here, you're perfectly welcome." "I know it?and more," Duncan assented a little wearily. "Don't think I don't appreciate all you've done for me. But I know and you must understand that I can't keep on living on you?and I won't." For once haffled, Kellogg stared at him in consternation. Duncan met his gaze steadily, strong in the sincerity of his attitude. At length Kellogg surrendered, accepting defeat. "Well"? He shrugged uncomfortably. "If you insist." "I do." "Then that's settled." "Yes, that's se' "ed." "Dinner," said Robbins from the doorway, "is served." CHAPTER III. After dinner they smoked and talked about Duncan's future. Finally Kellogg said significantly, "Nat, if you follow my advice you can be worth a million dollars in a year!" "Let him rave," Duncan observed enigmatically and began to smoke. "No, I'm not dippy, and I'm perfectly serious." "Of course. But what'd they do to me if I were caught?" "This is not a joke. The proposition's perfectly legal. It's being done right along." "And I could do it, Harry?" "A man of your caliber couldn't fail." "Would you mind ringing for Robbins?" Duncan asked abruptly. "Certainly." Kellogg pressed a button at his elbow. "What d'you want?" "A straitjacket and a doctor to tell which one of us needs it." Kellogg, chagrined as he always was if joked with when expounding one of his schemes, broke into a laugh that lasted until Robbins appeared. "You rang, sir?" "Yes. Put those decanters over here, and some glasses, please." "Yes, sir." The man obeyed and withdrew. Kellogg filled two glasses, handing one to Duncan. "Now be decent and listen to me, .Nat. I've tnougnt tnis tning over ior ?oh, any amount of time. I'll bet anything it will work. What d'you say? Would you like to try it?" "Would I like to try it?" A conviction of Kellogg's earnestness forced itself upon Duncan's understanding. "Would I!" He lifted his glass and drained it at a gulp. "Why, that's the first laugh I've had for a month!" "Then I'll tell you"? Duncan placed a pleading hand on his forearm. "Don't kid me, Harry," he entreated. "Not a bit of it. This is straight Wr 9 w "DO TOD THINK ANT GIRL WITH A MIDLION WOULD TAKB A CHANCE ON ME poods. If you want to try it and will follow the rules I lay down, I'll guarantee you'll be a rich man inside of twelve months." "Rules! Man, I'll follow all the rules in the world! Come on, I'm getting palpitation of the heart, waiting. Tell it to me, what've I got to do?" "Marry," said Kellogg seriously. "Marry!" Duncan echoed, aghast. "Marry," reaffirmed the other with unbroken gravity. "Marry who?" "A girl with a fortune. You see, I can't guarantee the precise size of her pile. That all depends on luck and the locality. But it'll run anywhere from several hundred thousand up to a million, perhaps more." Duncan sank back despondently. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Harry," he said dully. "You had me all excited for a minute." "No, but honestly, I mean what I say." "Now look here, do you really think any girl with a million would take a chance on me?" "She'll jump at it." Duncan thought this over for a while. Then his lips twitched. "What's the matter with her?" he inquired. I'm willing to play the game as it lies, but I bar lunatics and cripples." There s no particular ner, yet. lou can take your pick. I've no more idea where she is than you have." "Now I know you're stark, staring, gibbering"? "Not a bit of it. I'm inspired, that's all. I've solved your problem: you only can't believe it." "How could I? What the devil are you petting at, anyhow?" "This pet scheme of mine. Lend me your ears. Have you ever lived in a out horse country town, a place with one unspeakable hotel and about twenty stores and live churches?" "No." "I have. I was born in one of 'em. Have you any idea what becomes of the young people of such towns?" "Not a glimmering." "Then I'll enlighten your egregious density. The boys?those who've got the stuff in them strike out for the cities to make their everlasting fortunes. Generally they do it too." "The same as you?" [To be Continued.] < Little Hob (just started in school) ?I'ncle Harry, what is the bird with the biggest bill? I'nelc Harry (who is still thinking of the night before)? A quail, my boy, a quail?on toast.? J udge. ( A *?*A *?*A *?*A *?*A ??*A * I HEALTH AND HY( * | fflj | Typhoid, Flies, Most] A ?? | HOW TO GUARD A * Practical Discussion of I * People Who Vali < j| Know and Heed. ?* y+&j? *?? +?* +?* +#* The following paper was read by Dr. I L/Ois uoya Ol W IIIIIII'UJJ tuucgc cvt iuc recent annual meeting of the Boys' Corn club: Let us consider first what goes to make up the home. With the most of us it is a great deal more than the house in which we sleep?the house and its surroundings, the barn, the outhouses, the water supply, our habits and mode of living. The house. The kind of house is not of nearly so much importance as its location, arrangement, ventilation, heating, furnishings and manner of keeping. There are many points to be considered In locating the house? its relation to the public road and the prevailing wind is not among the least (for we will find a little later on that dust is a great menace to health). Our forefathers used to put the house by the spring and the barn on top of the hill. Sometimes the house would be on the hill and the spring in the cattle yard or pasture. While driving through the mountains a few years ago I saw such a case. The house, outhouses and barns were on top of the hill, and pigs and cows were ranging on the side of hill. The spring was a beautifully clear, sparkling spring, but there had been four cases of typhoid fever in that family within less than two months. What else could you expect? There may be conditions r.ot quite so patent, yet quite as unsanitary. We know better than to put the barn and outhouses on a higher elevation than the spring, but do we always remember that the well drains an area whose diameter is four times the depth of the well? Since this is true it would appear at first glance that a driven or bored well would stand the greatest chance of contamination, but these two classes of wells are walled with iron piping which extends through the very hard clay layer, or through rock, so then there is very little chance for surface contamination. It's the well with the leaking wall which is dangerous, the well with the loose rock wall or wood curbing. The barn and outhouses are not alone possible sources of infection to the water supply, but they are the breeding places of one of the most dangerous enemies to human health and life?the common house fly, or typhoid fly, as once suggested. Horse manure is the favorite breeding place of the house fly, 90 per cent being reared there; but they will also breed in cow dung, human excreta or in decaying vegetable matter. One female of the house fly variety is capable of laying from 120 to 150 eggs, and these eggs develop in from five to seven days. Now see what a host of enemies one female fly may bring against us. First, let us consider a few of the reasons why we should fight the fly? '' ? ' """I fl,. no wo would a me. cuuuuuii uuuoe ?w .. - plague. It has been proved beyond the shadow of a doubt that the bacteria of typhoid fever are present in the excretions from the kidneys and bowelb of a patient, both before and after the period of prostration with the disease. Not only this, but a person who, himself, has never had the disease may have the germ of typhoid in his excretions and be a source of infection to others. Since these facts are true don't you see that to disinfect the excrement during the time of disease is not sufficient? A fly is capable of carrying many thousand germs. He has been bred in this very material which is alive with typhoid germs; he feeds upon it, then thinks it his right to come and inhabit our kitchens, dining rooms and pantries. He walks over our food with his germ-besmeared feet, and leaves the germ-infected deposits from his body upon our food and dishes. The result is we again eat the germs of typhoid which have once been thrown off from our own digestive tract, or that of some one else. If one's power of resistance is great enough, the germ will be killed. If not, there will be a doctor's bill to pay. But, unfortunately, typhoid fever is not the only disease transmitted by the house fly. Dysentery, cholera morbus, summer diarrhea of children, tuberculosis and blood poison can be carried this way. Then why not extinguish the house fly? It has been done! It can be done again! The greatest enemy of the fly is cleanliness. I imagine I can see some husband nodding at his better half as much as to say, "You don't keep this kitchen clean." Just wait a minute. How about the stable? That is where the trouble lies. Don't give the fly a place to lay her eggs, and they cannot hatch. What disposal do you make of the stable and other excreta and waste about your home? Do you know that if twice each week you would have all manures of every kind, all decaying vegetables and all other filth gathered up, put into a fly proof house and sprinkled with chloride of lime, the fly on your farm would be a thing of the past? It takes from five to seven days for a fly's eggs to hatch, so if you have "spring cleaning" twice a week the eggs don't get a chance to hatch. But the fly is not the only winged enemy we have. There is the mosonitri which torments us so with his nocturnal serenades. TTnllko the house fly the house mosquito, or the culix, is not the one which makes us shake and tremble in his wake, but his cousin, the swamp mosquito, or anopheles, who spreads malaria. Here again the female is to blame. The male does the singing and the female does the biting. She enters the house about sundown or later and, unless leaving before morning, seeks a dark coiner in which to spend the day. I am fully aware of the fact that here in this audience there are men, intelligent men too, who will take issue with the scientists of today as to the mode of spreading malaria, but these men have never seen the little animal?Plasmodium malariae, we call him?living and growing in the red cells of man's blood. Neither have they seen the same little animal living and developing in the salivary gland of the mosquito. Scientists have spent years in the study of this little animal and his habits. He could be watched only by the aid of the microscope, but he was watched. You would think it criminal to sit by and see your child cut one of his arteries and not try to keep him from bleeding to death, yet how many of us do all in our power to keep the Plasmodium malariea from destroying the very blood of this same child? Do you know that when the malaria Plasmodium is introduced into your body that it immediately takes up its abode In one of the red blood cells? that it begins to grow and when It has reached full maturity instead of being one Plasmodium there are from five to twenty plasmodii within the ?*A ?a*+A *$+A *#+A *<2*k *?+A QIENNE | HE MODEL HOME 3 __ ^ [uitoes, Malaria, Dust | AGAINST DISEASE | W I mportant Facts That All x I ue Their Health Should ? * ? +?? +?* *#* T?K-V? one red blood cell? At this stage the cell breaks, the Increased number of plasmodll are turned loose In the blood to inhabit as many new cells (it is just at this stage we have the child) and the process of blood destruction continues. Fifteen out of every one hundred thousand deaths which occur in the south are directly due to malaria. The number of deaths indirectly due to malaria cannot be estimated. For the prevention of malaria we ooroln lr??%k tn thf? m PT1 in the family. The anopheles, the malaria carrying mosquito, lives in the damp, swampy places, pools, puddles, ditches, canals and oth xr bodies of stagnant or but slowly moving water. Have your farms properly drained. If the pools cannot be drained thoroughly, stock them with fish. Among the most efficacious are the top minnows. sun fish and sticklebacks. If fish cannot be used, then pour a little oil on the troublesome waters, but this last must be done at regular intervals of not longer than two weeks. Screen your houses securely. After taking these precautions, watch the number of malarial cases decrease. Just a word as to how wo can distinguish between the innocent culix, or house mosquito, and the malaria carrying anopheles, or swamp mosquito. The culix hangs with his body parallel to the wall, while the anopheles hangs with his body at an angle with the wall. This can easily be seen with the naked eye. There is one more house pest which I want to speak of this morning. This pest does not have wings but it often flies, hence the danger to health. This time we will have to look to the women, the really true home makers, for its extermination. Perhaps you have already guessed the name of this pest?dust. You not only get credit for being a poor housekeeper if your furniture is allowed to become dusty, but you are a poor housekeeper if the same dust is there day after day. Remember, I said same dust. You have probably heard your city friends talk of sewer gas and how it must be guarded against. Well, there is much more danger to health from dust than from sewer gas. Each little particle of dust is an air ship which is capable of carrying hundreds of passengers, and these pas senders are germs ui uiseaac. The germ of tuberculosis has been found in active state in the dust of a room one year after the death of its occupant from the disease. Eminent bacteriologists have made extensive research in the subject of transmission of disease germs by dust. They have found that diphtheria, pneumonia, erysipelas, epidermis, cerebro-spinal meningitis, summer diarrhea of children are without doubt transmitted by the dust. There are many others upon which the authorities are divided. Now, since dust is so full of the dreaded disease germs, let us consider how we can get rid of it. In the first place, don't take a broom and stir up all the dirt in the room and fool yourself by thinking you are cleaning up. If it is not convenient for you to have a commercial "dust down," then devise one of your own. Use damp tea leaves, damp sand, bits of wet paper or just a wet broom. When you go to remove the dust, take a damp cloth and carefully fold the dust under. Don't use your mother's feather duster. Put that on your hat. It can do no harm there and this season they are very stylish. I have seen people dust very carefully with a cloth and then shake all the dust out of the cloth into the atmosphere of the room again. If you do that you will have to wipe up the same old dust each morning. I cannot close this talk on health in the home without making a plea for the health of the baby. Some of you will not believe what I am going to say, but if I can save the life one little one, it is worth while. In the spring, when your baby begins to have diarrhea, don't, I beg of you, don't blame it on the teeth. Many a child who might have lived had he received the proper treatment is dead because he was supposed to be "teething, and the poor innocent little teeth had nothing to do with the case. The baby had gotten infected somehow?flies on his mouth while he slept, dust off the floor when he played, infected milk, improper food; but rarely the teeth. I spent a summer at the Mount Wilson sanatorium for children near Baltimore, where hundreds of children are treated every summer. I saw babies with all kinds of diarrhea but not in a single case could it be traced to teething. I saw one baby that summer sick from teething, but he did not have diarrhea. Pardon my enthusiasm on this subject. but for a number of years I have felt it a shame that the babies of the south are neglected as they are. EARLY MONEY. Ring Currency and the First Gold and Silver Coins. Earliest history refers familiarly to the use of gold and silver as a purchasing medium, but the metals were exchanged in the form of bars or dust for many centuries. Even today the Chinese prefer their gold and silver in bullion form. The credit of making the first gold coins is given to the Lydians by Herodotus, and the first silver coins are supposed to have been minted on the island of EKina. 860 B. C. There are to be found In the vurloUH larKe museums of the world coins of Persia issued 350 B. C. The earliest coins known in Palestine were called Daric, or king's money (from Darius), and were coined 4 50 B. C. In the year 139 B. C. Antlochus VII. granted the privilege of coining money among the Jews to Simon Maccabeus, anil the various pieces are dated "in the first (or second) year of Simon, benefactor of the Jews, high priest." The earliest Biblical mention of wealth is that of Abraham when he left Egypt to return to Canaan and the 1,000 pieces of silver that Abimelech gave Abraham for Sarah's use. Abraham bought the cave of Machpelah and weighed to Ephron 400 shekels of silver. Achen stole a wedge of gold weighing fifty shekels. In the east in all ages jewels have been regarded as a convenient method of transferring and holding wealth. Prior to the first coining Egyptian and perhaps other "money" was made into rings for the sake of convenience, and the bundles of money carried by the sons of Jacob when they went into Egypt to buy corn were doubtless strings of gold or silver rings of a fixed weight. Fortunately it has been the. custom from earliest times to date coins in some manner, and by their aid it has been possible to prove tho truth of legends and traditions even after centuries, and the finding of a single coin has often served to throw a great light on a dark page of history.?Emmett Campbell Hall in Detroit Free Press. ittisrctlancous Reading. TWO MILES ABOVE EARTH. Aviator Tells of World's Altitude Flight. "I sailed by a scant 286 feet to carry lout my threatened ultimatum of ten thousand feet or bust! "It was absolutely the first time that I had set my foot In the little machine with which I broke the world's record today, but I am convinced that the 'light roadster,' as we call her, is the best altitude machine ever built. "I figure that I flew over seventyfive miles to attain an altitude of 9,714 feet this afternoon. This figure Is based on the time that I was In the air (one hour and thirty-two minutes, the speed of my craft, fifty-five miles an hour:) and the time taken In dropping to earth, which I estimated at between five and six minutes. "The first mile of my drop to the earth was accomplished in a trifle over two minutes. I never saw a machine that dropped so easily and yet maintained such wonderful stability as this little girl. She sure was good to me and I'll reward her yet by taking her up ten or twelve thousand feet. "Although I was in somewhat of a purple haze up there I never lost sight of the earth. Why, down below I could see trees and houses that looked smaller than toy blocks. Far over to one side I could get a fleeting glimpse of the ocean. The bay in the distance looked like a volcanic eruption. As a guidepost, I kept a narrow ribbon-like road running north and south. Like everything else the road looked "dished" below me. 'Today in spite of the cold, I felt a strange exhiliaration. In endless circles and flying as swiftly as the motor would carry me, I arose to a height of R.KOO feet in from twenty to twenty five minutes. It was speedier than I had ever risen before, and I had all I could do to attend to the machine. A glance at the barograph strapped to my waist told me I was in striking distance of the world's record. But suddenly my heart sank as I noticed that the little pencil on the barograph had ceased its upward tracings and was holding it at an unsteady level. With victory in my grasp, I could feel it slipping away from me. 1 think then that I muttered a prayer to the 'God of Fools.' I am not sure, but while I was praying, I was also thinking. "I was floating then on a level, simply ploughing along in the air field. There were just two things for me to do to aid my desperate battle for the record. 'Level her down,' my instinct told me, and I leveled her down, that is, I held her or. an even keel and depended upon a sudden puff of wind or series of puffs to boost her upward. The aero didn't move an inch. In fact she seemed to my overwrought imagination to be sinking a few inches at a time. "Now I tried a trick which is considered risky 100 feet from the ground, but most people experienced in the art of air flying consider suicidal at such a height and in such thin atmosphere. Nursing my motor and almost rising from my seat in my eagerness, I pointed her nose directly upward, seeking what we call the proper 'nose angle.' I finally found it at forty-five degrees (it must have been less, but it seemea to me mure; ami mc nine roadster shivered and quivered, and slowly, very slowly, dug up into the air. "Then followed the most nerveracking battle of my life. It took me one hour to push her up from 8,000 to 9,000 feet. How I did it at the angle luck only knows. I was seated like a cowboy mounted on a refractory broncho. My feet were jacked up and my head was lying back, as though reclining in a steep Morris chair. "Now and then the Morris chair and its stability would disappear, and I seemed to be reclining in a huge rock- J ing chair. Half the time I was lying almost flat on my back and straining for a view of the angles. In such a I position one often loses his sense of the horizontal. Before I left on this trip I tied a little ribbon to the front of the machine. I was grateful for it then, for I am afraid without it a panic would have seized me. "On the whole I enjoyed the trip as greatly as though I had been on terra firma all the time. "Once only did I long to feel the springy turf of Belmont park beneath my feet again. That was when I had almost reached the summit of the trip. I realized that I was penetrating further toward the unknown regions above than any man had ever done before in a flying machine, and suddenly the thought flashed into my head: "Look here, old fellow, you haven't got any idea what's ahead of you up there. You are rushing into the unknown and you may plump into a comet or a planet or something any moment. Two miles is an awful fall." ?Ralph Johnstone in New York American. TRADITIONAL SIX. The Hallowed Ways of Breaking Into the Modern Novel. A careful study of contemporary fiction has revealed to me the fact that there are six recognized methods or opening. The six are these: 1. The modern society opening. 2. The John Driveller, or testamentary. opening. 3. The local color opening. 4. The detective opening. 5. The peaceful country house opening. 6. The spirited, or gadzooks, opening. To make my meaning clear I will give a short instance of each style. The Modern Society Opening: "Certainly not," she said, putting up her sunshade with an air of decision. "Home, John." And before I could say a word, that ass. John, had started his horses and I was left on the pavement alone. The people all seemed to be staring and sniggering, so I hailed a passing taxi and went to the club to think it over. You see, Cynthia and I had been more or less engaged for a year, only she called it "an understanding." and said I wasn't to tell anybody until I was making at least ?200 a year at the bar, which seems rot when a fellow's got ?2.000 a year anyway. However, one can't argue with Cynthia, because she simply smiles, and then a dimple comes, and you're done. And as for arguing with Cynthia's mother. Lady Crowborough, I would as soon argue with the Sphinx or play a concertina in Bond street. Still, to snap out "Certainly not" seems a bit rough, when all I'd said was?&c. The John Driveller, or Testamentary Opening: I, John Driveller, of St. Mary Piplington, in the County of Devon, yeoman, being now in my 82d year, would fain make clear, while yet there is time, those strange events which befell me in the days when George was king. I have little skill in the use of woras, ana my nanas are more accustomed to the sword than the pen; but if you would have a plain story of stirring deeds and of the love of a lad for a lass. And here my dear wife looks over my shoulder and playfully says she must help me when I come to speak of these matters?matters in which she played so brave a part 'Tis hard to realize that sixty years have passed since first we met. It seems but yesterday, and yet today our grandchildren are swarming like bees in the orchard. Strange, strange! But to our muttons, as the French ?a curious people?say. Well, you must know I was born Ac. Market day in Mudford: A steady downpour of rain had given the High street an appearance highly suggestive of the propriety of the name of Mudford. A cold, persistent rain, that ran swiftly down the gutters of the sloping old street, and in thin and tortuous trickles through the coblestones. A rain that made every one miserable except the landlord of the Green Pig, who did a thriving trade in hot rum. Among the crowd of farmers and drovers in the bar parlor sat a man of a different stamp. A refined, intellectual man in well-fitting clothes of another cut than Mudford's. Mr. Claude de Crespigny, the new tenant of Mudford Hall?&c. The Detective Opening: My friend, Mr. Henry Trapper, the world-famous detective, leaned back In his arm chair and puffed luxuriously at his disreputable clay pipe. Outaide the rain beat on the window panes and the wind howled dismally in the chimney pots. I put another lump of coal on the fire and said cheerfully, "It's not a fit night for even a dog to be out." "Nevertheless," he replied, "a dog is out, and, If I mistake not, Is on his way here even now. A sad dog, with red hair and a smell of whisky*? "Trapper!" I said involuntarily. "This is really too much. Tou are making fun of me! How on earth can you know"? "That he comes from Putney to tell u:? about the mysterious murder of a middle-aged Anglo-Indian colonel at the remote village of Slushington? Tut, tut, my dear fellow, the thing is simplicity ltseir cut nere comes Mr. Jenkins. Let him tell his own story." The door opened and a wet, dishevelled creature, with red hair and a strong smell of whisky, entered the room?&c. The Peaceful Country House Opening: The old flagged terrace at Rowlands Tower was bathed In the warm sun of a glorious afternoon In late September. Nothing stirred In the shimmering heat save a big St. Bernard, who snapped lazily and with a resentful grunt at a passing fly. From the terrace one looked over an old-world garden gay with roses and hollyhocks, sunflowers and larksspurs, a riot of color and autumnal beauty. To the left lay the orchards, their fruit trees bowed down with a generous harvest. To the right the kitchen gardens, flanked by the tall sheltering wall of the stablea Between them trim sloping lawns and quaintly slipped yews stretched away In the distance to the banks of the river, and far beyond rose the line of the hills. In a hammock by the river's bank lay a slim young girl with a book. The sun, filtering through the branches of the beech, touched her hair with a soft caress?&c. The Spirited, or Gadzook's, Opening: "Marked cards!" The cry rang through the crowded room and was succeeded by a silence so still that one could have heard the proverbial pin fall. Instead there fell the hand of my Lord Rochester?across the mouth of the Marquis de Chateauneuf du Pape. In an instant swords were out and a scene of indescribable confusion ensued. Chairs were overturned and cards and dice trodden under foot as the fashionable throng of gamblers - J r\f pressed iorwaru iu gci a ?> the combatants. My Lord Rochester was seemingly the coolest man in the room. With a careless smile and an easy grace he took off his pale blue satin coat, flicked a speck of dust from the long lace ruffles which hung over his wrists, felt the temper of his blade, and, bowing courteously to his enemy, "A votre service, Monsieur le Marquis," said he. Now the Marquis de Chateauneuf du Pape was notoriously the best sword that had come out of France these many years?&c. I write neither in sorrow nor in anger, much less in sarcasm, a vile habit of which I am incapable. They all seem to me very good openings, and if I could I would write, quite cheerfully, long and successful stories in all the six styles and sell them for * large sums of money to publishers and proprietors of papers. As that is beyond me, I can only call your attention to the phenomena and perhaps?who knows??guide the steps of the novice into the way of gold.?Westminster Gazette. PRESIDENT IN CHARLESTON. Mr. Taft Received Attention During Several Hour* Last Thursday. Charleston, November 10.?President Taft arrived in Charleston this morning at 7.15 a. m., over the Atlantic Coast Line special from Washington, where he embarked at 11 o'clock on the battleship Tennessee for Panama. The president was met at the depot by Mayor Rhett, Gov. Ansel, Hon. Wilson G. Harvey, Congressman Legare, Collector of Port Durant, Admirals Fox and Stanton, and driven to the home of Mayor Rhett for breakfast. At a few minutes past a ociock, President Taft was escorted up King street to Marion Square, where he was greeted by many cheers; he tn return gave the cheerers his same "old smile," He spoke for a few minutes to 3,500 school children and about as many citizens besides. From Marion Square, the president was driven to the negro industrial school building, making a short talk to the negro children. Then he was driven over the city, visiting several points of interest. At 10.50, the president arrived at the Carolina Yatch club grounds, where he was met by a special committee who accompanied him aboard the Tennessee. and a throng of cheers from several thousand people who hau collected to watch his departure. The president's departure from the Yatch club pier was marked by a salute of twenty-one guns of the naval reserves. When President Taft got aboard the Tennessee, she weighed anchor and steamed out of the harbor for the deep Atlantic. The president expects to arrive in Panama Monday, where he intends to spend four days in looking over the canal zone. On his way back, he expects to arrive in Charleston on Wednesday, the 22nd in time to catch a train for Richmond, where on the 23d he will make an address to the Virginia State Teachers' association.