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BOOK II?THE ROOT.
CHAPTER X.
The Demi-God.
The clouds of the panic slowly lifted
and the sun began once more to shine.
A fearless officer of the law had struck
a blow for Justice that marked the
beginning of a new era of national life.
And yet apparently the only men to
profit by it were the giants who rode
the storm it had created. The people
were left in mental bewilderment. To
their short-ranged vision the young
district attorney who lay prostrate on
a bed of illness was a man who had
been tried and found wanting. He had
either wilfully and corruptly played
into the hands of a powerful group
of millionaires or had blunderingly
done so. In either case the act was a
crime.
Slowly hut surely the prices of
stocks began to mount and the great
men who had bought them at the bottom
grew greater.
Incidentally a corner in wheat was
suddenly developed, and the price of
bread rose twenty per cent. Bivens
was found to be the mysterious power
behind the deal, and before the oldtimers
in the wheat pit could marshal
their forces to crush him, he closed
out his holdings at a profit of five millions.
The little financier awoke next morning
to find himself the most famous
man in America. His picture now appeared
everywhere and all sorts of
writers began to weave marvelous
stories of his achievements. The suicide
of his associates, the higher price
of bread, and the long trail of blood
behind the panic were forgotten ny me
ral?l?le which began to regard him with
the awe due a demi-god.
Nan was insisting again that he
make Stuart an offer to become his
associate in business.
"But my dear," the financier protested,
"I've toid you over and over
again, in the best of humour and with
infinite patience, that I'd jump at the
chance, but I can't get on my knees
and beg him, can I?"
"I'm sure he will consider your offer
now."
"He turned it down once emphatically."
"Times have changed."
"But he hasn't. He promised you
the day he was hurt to call at the
house. He hasn't done It."
* "He has been ill in bed ever since.
He will come when he is up again."
"Perhaps." Bivens answered, musingly.
"Besides," she continued, "it's the
right moment to approach him. The
politicians have turned him down.
Both parties have named new men for
his office. He resents this action intensely.
He don't want the office, but
he does want the recognition of his
services."
Bivens shook lift* head.
"It's no use. Jim's a dreamer. He'll
smile and wait for the next generation
to value his work."
"He won't have to wait that long.
When this panic has passed he will be
the hitrires! thine to emerge from it.
His personality will be worth millions
t ? you."
The woman's face was tense with
pleading.
Bivens looked at her a moment curiously
and she turned her eyes away.
"Why do you think he has changed
his attitude toward me?"
"From something he said. That mob
has written a question marked before
his life."
"By George!" he exclaimed, his black
eyes sparkling. "It may he possible."
"You'll try?" Nan asked eagerly.
"No."
"Why not?" she eried with anger.
The little man smiled cunningly.
"I'll not try?'I'll do it."
His wife laughed.
"Yes. I'll do it," Bivens continued
with elation. "And I'll make my offer
so big and generous I'll take his
breath, so big that no man in human
shape can resist it. I'll prepare every
step so carefully that there can be
no possibility of failure."
' How?"
Nan spoke her question with the
eagerness of a child, and the shrewd
man of the world never dreamed of the
sinister motive coiled within the silent
depths of her heart.
"I've an enemy somewhere among
the fallen," Bivens went on musingly,
"who is dying hard. With his last
gasp he is trying still to reach my
heart. In spite of the fact that I
have unlimited resources, this man is
constantly circulating reports about
the soundness of my finances. He uses
the telephone principally and he has
.started two runs on my liank within
the past month. Another is pending.
I'm going to ask Jim to preside over an
investigation of my resources in the
presence of a dozen newspaper reporters."
Nan stoop and kissed him.
C'HAPTKR XII.
The Lamp of Aladdin.
When Stuart reached Bivcns's new
offices in Wall street he was amazed at
their size and magnificence. The lirst
impression was one of dazzling splendor.
The huge reception hall was
trimmed from floor to dome in onyx
and gold. The draperies were a deep
scarlet, with massive furniture and
oriental rags to match. A fountain
with concealed electric lights adorned
the centre.
Stuart nodded to a group id' reporters
waiting lor the chance of a word
w itli the great man.
A reporter ventured to give him
some information.
"Tin afraid you're too late, not a
chalice iti see him; look ai ' iii waiting."
Me waved around the loom at the
crowd lounging ahoiit or gazing at the
paintings.
"|.ook like a full house, doesn't it?"
Stuart answered casually.
"They've heell here for hours.
There's a senator of the I'nited States.
top sgy say
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by Thomas Dixon. 'JSP
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three members of the house of representatives.
the ambassador of a Buropoan
eourt, the governor of a Chinese
province, a Japanese prince and a dozen
big politicians from as many states,
to say nothing of the small fry."
"Well, I have an appointment with
Mr. Bivens at this hour."
"Really!" the reporter gasped. "Then
for heaven's sake give me a chance at
you five minutes before the other fellows.
Remember now, I saw you
first!"
He was still pleading when Stuart
smilingly drew away and followed one
of Bivens's secretaries.
He passed rapidly through a labyrinth
of outer offices, each entrance
guarded by a detective who eyed him
with keen scrutiny as he passed.
Bivens came forward to greet him
with outstretched hands.
"I needn't say I'm glad to see you,
Jim. How do you like my new quarters?"
"Absolutely stunning. I had no idea
you cultivated such ceremonial splendors
in your business."
"Yes, I like it," the financier admitted
thoughtfully. It don't mind confessing
to you on the sly that it was
Nan's idea, at first, but I took to it
like a duck to water. And the more I
see of it the better I like it."
Bivens stood warming himself before
a cheerful blaze of logs while he spoke
and Stuart had quietly taken a seat
and watched him with growing interest.
In spite of his contempt for the mere
possession of money, in spite of his
traditional contempt for Rivens's antecedents,
character and business
methods he found himself uncon
sciously payin*r homage to the power
the little dark swarthy figure today
incarnated.
He was struck too with the fact that
remarkable changes had taken place
in his physical appearance during the
past ten years of his reign as a financial
potentate. Into his features had
grown an undoubted dignity. His
mouth had grown harder, colder, and
more cruel and more significant of
power. His eyes had sunk hack deeper
into his high forehead and sparkled
with fiercer light. He had become
more difficult of approach and carried
himself with quiet conscious pride.
Stuart was scarcely prepared for the
hearty, old fashioned cordial way in
which he went about the business for
which he had asked him to come.
"I'm glad you like it. Jim," he added
after a pause.
"It's magnificent."
"Cllad." he repeated, "because you're
going to come in here with me."
The lawyer lifted his brows and suppressed
si smile.
"(>h. you needn't smile," Bivens went
on good-naturedlv. "It's as fixed as
fate. You are the only man in New York
who can do the work I've laid suit and
you've got to come. The swine who
made un your convention the other day
knew whsst they were about when they
turned you down. You were too big'
a man for the job they gave you."
He paused and drew closer.
"Now. Jim. this is vunr dav. those
fellows out- there in the reception hall
can wait. You and I must have this
thing out?man to man. heart to heart.
You can talk plainly and I'll answer
squarely.
The little man stopped again and
looked at the ceiling thoughtfully.
"I've got a proposition to make to
you, so big you've got to hear it. so
lug you can't get away from it. hecause
you're not a fool. You are a
man of genius. You have eloquence
and magnetism, intellect and will.
Among all the men I have met in this
town I don't know one who is your
equal. There is no height to which
you can not climb when once your feet
are on the ladder And I'm going to
put them there."
The assurance in Bivens's voice, and
the contagious enthusiasm with which
he spoke impressed Stuart.
Mivens \?as quick to recognize it and
strike at once.
"Before I present my plans I want
to show you that I can make good my
word I have caused these reporters
to he sent here today for the purpose
of giving the widest publicity to the
facts about my fortune. Another run
has been planned tomorrow on one of
my banks. I have placed my money
and securities in the next room so arranged
that you can verify my statements,
and at the proper moment I
shall ask these reporters into the place
and let them see with their own eyes.
There enu be no more rumors in Wall
street about in\ tinaneial status, t'ome
in here."
Hivens led the way into the room
beyond. whieh wais the nifetini,' place
of the directors <>f his many corporations.
Stuart hail scarcely passed the door
when he stopped, struck diuiih witli
amazement. In the centre of the threat
office was a sight that held him spellbound.
All immense vermilion wood
table six feet wide and fll'ty feet in
length tilled the centre, ttn it the wizard
had placed his fortune of ninety
minimis m (imiins. i nrmi were
in gold its heavy weight sustain *i|
hy extra statiehimis. The colli. apparently
all new from tin* National
mint, was earefully arranged around
the edges of |||e tal'le ill a Solid I Ml I walk
two |"ee| high.
Iteliind this gleaming yellow pile of
gold lie had placed his stocks and
bonds each pile showing on its top
layer the rich green, gold or purple
colors of its issue, each pile marked
with a tag which showed its total
amount.
The effect was si milling. Tile whole
scheme of decorations of the imne'i'Se
room lellt itself to tile effects the tinaiicicr
had sought to produce. The
walls were covered with rich brown
leather fastened with leatller-covcfed
nails and every piece ot woodwork in
the Hour, wainscoting, beams and panels
as well as the I limit arc, was of
solid dark red vermilion wood from the
heart of a South American forest.
From the panelling on the inside
wall huge doors of a safe stood open,
showing the entrance to a steel vault
from which a noiseless electric elevator
let! to the storage vaults live stories
Itelow the surface of the ground.
The draw panelling, the massive furniture,
and the rich leather-covered
walls with their heavy ceilings, itII accented
the weird etYects of the millions
of gleaming coin and gorgeously tinted
stocks and honds. The huge tahle
seemed to till and crowd the entire
i . t- 11 e U ? l---v .
room ano me wan 01 gum m nr iniw i
ins; itself against the ceiling.
Bivens approached the table softly
and reverently, as a priest approaches
the High Altar, and touched the gold
with the tips of his slender little lingers.
"In romances, Jim, remorse always
crushes and kills the rich man?"
Bivens paused and smiled.
"But in life, never! He laughs and
grows fat. 1 haven't reached the fat
period yet because I've just begun?"
"You've just begun?" Stuart interrupted,
laughingly.
"Yes, you'll understand what J mean
before I've finished the day's work."
"But why?" the young lawyer asked
passionately. "Such a purpose seems
to me in view of this stunning revelation
the sheerest insanity. Life, the
one priceless thing we possess, is
too short. And what lies beyond the
six feet of earth we don't know."
"That's because you're an unbeliever,
Jim."
There could be no mistaking the seriousness
with which Bivens spoke.
Vi.i stliuirt lane-lied in suite nf his ef
furl t<> control the impulse.
tin the other hand. Cal," he answered.
with mischievous banter, "if
your little heaven and your little hell
in which you seem to take so much
comfort are true, so much the worse.
I can see you shovelling coal through
all eternity?"
"Fiut I happen to be going to the
other place," Hivens broke in. goodnaturedly.
Stuart looked at the pile of gold a
moment and then at Bivens and said
slowly:
"Well, if you get there, Cal, there's
one thing certain, the angels will all
have to sleep with h . pocketbooks
under their pillows.'
Bivens's eyes sparkled and a smile
played about the hard lines of his
mouth. In spite of its doubtful nature
he enjoyed the tribute to his financial
genius beneath the banter of his
friend's joke.
With a gesture of conscious dignity
he turned to the table and quietly
said:
"fount one of those heaps of coin.
Rach stack of twenty-dollar pieces
contains a hundred?exactly two thousand
dollars. Between each pile of a
million a scarlet thread is drawn.
When you have counted one section,
you will find twenty exactly like it.
i Verify my statement and then make
a note of those packages of stocks
:ind Iiimils, all silt-filled dividend payers.
On that side table there in the
eorner," lie waved in that direct ion, "I
have thrown a heap of rubbish, the
common stock of various corporations,
not yet paying a dividend. Some of it
will be very valuable in time. For
example. 100.000 shares of |T. s. Steel,
Common. When that stock reaches
par, and it will yet do it, that package
alone will be worth ten millions. 1
haven't counted any of that stuff at
all."
"You will linil on this table exactly
ninety millions. Within an hour you
can examine each division of coin,
stocks and bonds and bear witness to
the truth of my assertions. I'm going
to close that door and leave you here
for an hour."
"Alone with all that?"
"Oh, there's only one way out," Biveiis
laughed, "through my little reception
room and I'll be there. I'll meet
some of the gentlemen who are waiting.
When you are satisfied of the accuracy
of my account, just tap on my
door and I'll join you immediately. Do
the inspection carefully. It's of grave
mmoi'tonce I shall call on von as a
witness liye and bye before that group
I newspaper men."
When Bivens disappeared into the
adjoining room, Stuart at onee began
tiie task of verifying the financier's
statement of iiis assets. In half an
hour he had completed the task with
sufficient care to be reasonably sure
there could be no mistake?a million
dollars more or less was of no importance
Ten millions in gold would make
good every liability of Rivens's banks.
When Stuart had satisfied himself of
the accuracy of the count, he stood
gazing at the ipieer looking piles of
yellow metal and richly tinted paper,
stunned by the attempt to realize the
enormous power over men which it
represented. Kveti in dead bulk as it
lay there the power it represented was
something enormous, an annual banking
income of ai least four millions,
a sum beyond the power of any human
being to spend intelligently, lint when
the huge pile should thrill with life
at the touch of tile deft lingers of the
master who could grasp its stunning
r..ree in )111111:111 affairs, who could tell
its possibilities?
H-e folded his arms and stood > >?re
lost in thought. Through his imagoiatioti
tin- old stories ol' the world's
treasure-eaves eatne trooping. The
l.atnp of Aladdin and all the dreams
of the Arabian Nights seemed tame
and passive before the incredible fact
on which he gazed. Hack of thsit marvelous
vision he sstw the figure of a
bare-footed boy of the poor white
trash of the south rising to a world
empire. The very mention of his name
now sent a thrill of hate, of envy or of
admiration to the hearts of millions.
Surely the age of the warrior, the
priest, ami the law-giver had passed.
The age of materialism had dawned,
and tile new ilge knew but one (Sod,
whose temple was the market place.
A wave of bitterness swept his spirit,
and for the lirst lime lie questioned
for the briefest moment whether In*
had missed the way in life, t tnly for
a moment, and then the feeling passed,
and in its place slowly rose a sense of
angry resentment against Hivciis and
till his tribe. The audacity and assurance
with which he was presenting the
offer of a change in the whole bent
of his character lie"fell to be :i personal
insult. Alld yet lie knew the deep,
underlying, affectionate loyalty in the
man's heart on which the act was
based. He couldn't resent it. Hut
when the little swarth> ligure suddenl\
appeared in the doorway, his soul
was in arms for tin* struggle he knew
coming.
"Well, ymi l'i*111hI I've mil made a
mistake?"
"No. To |int it mildly, you will not
lie forced to apply to the charity bureau
for any outside help this year. Of
course there's 110 telling what may
happen if hard times strike you."
"But at present I ought to he aide to
pay my debts and still have enough to
shuttle along somehow?'
"I think so. In fact I'll make oath
to that effect if you need it to stem the
present tide of adversity."
"Well. I don't mind confessing to
you. Jim, that I went into the recent
panic with only twenty-five millions.
You have counted ninety there without
looking over the trash on that side
tahle. As I told vou a while ago. I've
just begun. I've schemes on foot that
circle the globe. /I've made up my
mind to have you with me. We won't
discuss terms now?tiiat's a mere detail?the
thing is for us to get at the :
differences between us. Now say the i
meanest and hardest things you can
think. I understand."
Stuart dropped into a seat beneath
the pile of millions and a frown darkened
his face. 1
"My opinions, Cal, of your business '
methods are known to everyone."
"Yes. I know you started life with
a theory, but sooner or later, Jim, you '
can't resist the pressure in this town.
You started with ideals you can't realize.
You have grown older and wiser
and don't dream so much. One by one
illusions fade. One by one the men ;
who set out to serve the common people
always come over to the side of the '
mighty. Why? Because we alone recognize
their worth and reward them
accordingly."
Stuart looked at Bivens thoughtful- '
ly and then at the millions heaped 011 :
the dark blood-red table, while he 1
slowly said:
"They say, Cal. that the warriors of
the Dakota Indians used to eat the
heart of a fallen foe to increase their
courage and the New Zcalander swal- 1
business methods etaoiy nyjdon?fmxL
lowed whole the eyes of his enemy
that he might see further. Your business
methods haven't made much
progress beyond this stage, so far as I
can see."
Bivens stroked his silken heard with
a nervous puzzled movement, rose and
walked to the window.
"Come here, Jim."
He gazed for a moment over the city
and slowly said:
"Look over this sea of buildings
riniiik iiKf wuvtrs ??i uir tirriui tmu
stretching away until its lines are lost
in the clouds. The swarming thousands
who live in them, what is their
trade? Their business is by hook or
crook, to get hold of the money simple-minded
people have produced in
other sections of the world. They were
born to lie the kings and rulers of ignorant
masses. This kingship of
mind over matter may be a hard law
( lit it is the law. There's no other
meaning to those great buildings whose
argus eyes gleam tonight in the shadows
among the stars. I am simply dointr
what everv man in New York or
the world would do if he had the
chance, the brains and the daring."
"Not every man, t'al," was the
steady answer. "There are men in
New York who would cut their right
arm off rather than do such things."
"Show me one that would cut his
right arm off rather than do them and
I'll show yon ten thousand who would
eut off I Kith arms and spare a leg to
win the half of my success. I'm simply
doing better than they can what
they'd give their bodies and souls to
do. That's why I'm above the law and
people envy and worship me. If 1 am
a devil. I am their creation. That's
why I wield a power kings never knew.
That's why 1 need regard no restraint
of culture, experience, pride, class or
rank. I am the product of the spirit
of the age?the envy and despair of
them all. I might be torn limb from
limb by the black, creeping thing on
the pavements below, that clutched at
your throat that day, but for the fact
that they all love money and Inst after
it with abject longing.
"The people will only get justice
when they learn to love justice. Because
they love privilege and lust after
money they are plundered by men
who are their superiors in intelligence.
If 1 am a wolf it's because so many
lambs are always bleating at my heels
that 1 have t<> eat them to save my
self-respect. people will continue to
starve so long as they tire content
with a circus and a bread-line. And
such people ought to starve. They get
what they deserve. The government
is trying to rescue four thousand men
who are stranded and starving in
Alaska. Are they paupers'.' No, just
average business men who are mad for
money, who dare frozen seas or blazing
deserts, death or hell to win it.
That's why my power is power. This
passion for money, money for its own
sake, right <>i" wrong. is tin- motive
power ill ihe mnileni wurlil. That's
why I laugh ;il my critics and sneer
at threats. I am secure because I've
Imilt my career mi the biggest fact ??f
the century. You'd as well have common
sense ami accept the world as it
is. As you've just said, we've only a
little while to live in it anyhow."
"Hut I want to really live," Stuart
broke in. "not merely exist. You don't
live. You are engaged in an endless
light, desperate, cruel, mercenary?for
what? The snpertliious, ambitions you
never exploit, privileges you don't
know hmv to use, caprices without the
genius to express them, pleasures
when you don't know Imw to play.
Why?"
"The game man. the game!"
"Came? what game? To crush and
kill for the mere sake of doing it. as a
sheep-killing dog strangles titty lambs
in a night for the fun of hearing them
bleat. Isn't there a bigger game? a
Kit mm' "I III II t list 1 joys Hill) llupes. "I
s11111iu111 ami laughter?"
"Kill, Jim," I In* little financier i?r??Icsted.
"I (lnii't make iiit'ii as liny are,
imr diil I make conditions."
is alwavs i?ii between I.itV and Iteath.
"Still is I hat any reason why a man
shinddn'i take his place mi the right
side id the lightThe eternal struggle
A man's in league with mie or the
other. Which is it? Vmi are a wrecker
and imt a lmildcr."
"I'llt is that title?" Itivelis iliterrnpteil
eagerly. "I'm organizing the
industries id the world. I have I'ttrtItefed
the progress id humanity."
"Yes. in a way yon have. And if the
price id goods continues to rise for an
other ten years as it has during the
past ten under your organizing the
human race will lie compelled to make
still further progress. They will have
to move to another planet. Nobody
but a millionaire can live on this one. |,
A day of reckoning is bound to come."
Hivens laughed, walked back to the
window and gazed down on the narrow
streets below. r
"A day of reckoning;" he exclaimed. j
"Look at those crawling lines of men, ,,
Jim. and think for a moment of the f
millions like them on the surface of j
the earth, each one fighting tooth and (J
nail for his own kennel and the bone t
that he claims. Think of the centuries t
of stupid history back of each genera- f
tion of those crawling things?their e
selfish habits, as fixed as the color of s
hair and eyes, their pride, their little g
prejudices of rare and creed?and talk
to me about days of reckoning and g
revolution! Hurl yourself against the p
mighty system of business that has
slowly built itself through the eentu- a
ries out of such material and you sim- tl
ply heat your brains out against a j
granite wall." k
"Well, I see something entirely dif- g
ferent," Stuart answered, "as I look
on that slowly moving line of men d
down there. To me they symbolize
the eternal, the endless stream that r
sweeps through time to whose life a h
century is but a moment. You think t)
that you are one of the mighty. By t
I he signs on that table you are. And u
yet, you could die tonight and that e
black stream of humanity would flow tl
along that narrow street tomorrow a* r
it does today and not one in all the f,
crowd would pause to look up at the |,
flag at half mast on your building.
One by one the mighty fall and are ft
forgotten and yet that crowd grows i
denser, its feet swifter, and the pres- t
sure of Its united life becomes more t|
and more resistless. A hundred years v,
front now and your name will have s
vanished from human memory. A mil- v
lionaire dies every day. Nobody u
knows. Nobody cares, is such life t,
at its best worth living? And yours is j
never at his best. You can't eat much, p
You don't sleep well and you can't live v
beyond fifty-five." p
Blvens's dark face grew suddenly tj
pale and his slender fingers touched p
one of the piles of gold.
"Don't talk nonsense, Jim, I'll live M
as long as you."
"And yet you turn pale when I speak p
of death."
Bivens suddenly drew his watch and a
spoke with quick nervous energy: ,1
"I must call those reporters and get
rid of them as soon as possible." n
He gave the order, and in a few mo- e
ments walked back into the room fol- j
lowed by the newspaper men, a half- ,.
dozen young fellows with clean-cut, t
pager faces. t
Not one of them showed a pencil or a
a note book, but not a feature of th-- j
startling exhibition escaped their intelllgence.
Every eye flashed with a
pilfering light, every nerve quivered f
with sensitive impressions. Every e
sight, sound and smell wrote its story v
on their imagination?the odor of the ,
flowers on Blvens's desk in the little v
sitting room, the picture of his wife v
beside them, the smell of the leather
mi the walls, the touch of their hands p
on the silent symbols of power lying in ?
yellow heaps?all found souls that r
throbbed and lived and spoke in their a
vivid sensational reports. v
They looked at Bivens with peculiar K
awe. Stuart noted with a smile that s
one of them spoke loudly in the pros- ,
ence of ninety millions of dollars. (|
All whispered except a Idase youngster v
from the Kvening Post. He dared to a
articulate his words in modulated (
tones. He seemed to regard himself
as a sort of assistant high priest at |,
this extraordinary function. The oth- a
vr fellows unconsciously paid the tri- n
hute of whispered awe to the great t(
god all true New Yorkers worship. v
When Rivens led ti.em out at last v
and returned to the room, he was in v
high spirits. I,
"Now. Jim," he began hastily, "if you (l
have said all the bad things you can v
possibly think about me, we'll get |(
down to business and I'll present the
big proposition you can't resist. As I _
told you a while ago, I've just begun ^
to make money. Come into the next
room while my men remove the evil "
from our midst.
He smiled lovingly at his treasures
as if in apology for his momentary
levity.
(To Be Continued.)
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a
? I?arlington special of June 20, to v
the News and Courier: Cicero Byrd, .
colored, was burned to death in his 11
home in the New Providence section
of this county last night. It is sup- a
posed that lightning struck his house, .
killed him and then the lire cremated
his remains. Only a few bones could "
be found this morning. He lived by v
himself. Byrd was the principal wit- ,.
ness in the case against Coit Blackmun
charged with killing Kd Rozeman and s
his son, Bartow Rozeman, last Decent- s
her, and whose second trial was to s
have taken place this morning, but .
mi account of the death of Byrd the
case was continued. Rlackmott was '
tried in March, but a mistrial resulted g
front the failure of the jury to agree.
? Columbia special of June 22. to
Vltttt |'| it iiliiimr 11 > t i i*i i 1 I !iit't>t'l)ol' l^lt'.'ISH
announced tonight thai in Hie counties
where the sheriffs and supervisors have
written him that the state detectives
are iii>t needed fur the enforcement of
the laws, these men will lie relieved
from duty. The statement was made
liy (Jovernor Mease when he was asked
what disposition will lie made of
the constabulary in the dry counties
to which he had recently addressed
letters asking the sheriffs and supervisors
if during the summer months at
least the state detectives were needed.
Such letters were addressed to twenty
counties in the state. Governor Mease
says that it is his present intention to
remove the constabulary where the
sheriffs and supervisors ask this except
in two or three cases where he
has information that the constables are
needed. Tonight (Jovernor Mease released
for publication letters from seven
counties from which he has heard.
In most of the counties heard from the
plea is made that the state constables
lie removed as they are not needed.
< irangeburg county sends a uniipie letter.
the supervisor stating it would be
a good thing if beer is sold. In somC
of the counties it appears that prohibition
is a farce.
A Lightning Change Artist.?The
rapidity with which chameleons change
their color is marvelous. You gather
one from an outdoor shrub and it immediately
becomes dark, almost black,
hissing and with its mouth wide open,
threatening to bite. Meanwhile it is
never still, but continues to crawl upward
whenever possible Up .Volt, lip
vonr sleeve, always upward. By de
gives the angry Mack changes into ?
whatever color is nearest. If one's ?
dress is ul' a brownish color so is the c
chameleon's s
iUiscfUancoHs grading.
WOMEN "BOOTLEGGERS" FOXY.
<eep Oklahoma Officers Busy Trying
to Catch Females Who sell Whisky
to Indians.
"The huhhle skirt is not a tfnod thing
or a woman bootlegger to wear," is
he declaration of Rev. <\ Hrannoti
f Rlackwell. okla.. a prohibition en
orcement officer in the employ of the
"nited States government, in its camiaign
to keep separate the reservaion
Indians- and firewater. He ought
0 know in regard to the hobble skirt,
or the wearing of one recently eausd
the arrest of one of the most peristent
women bootleggers in the
outhwest.
"We had been suspecting her for
ome time," said Rev. Brannon recentin
telling of how they caught her.
but we were unable to catch her with
ny liquor about her. It was evident
hat she was selling to the Osage Inians,
getting her supplies at Pawhusa,
but, although always on her guard,
he was foxy enough to deceive us.
'inally a hobble skirt caused her unoing.
"You know, or at least every maried
man does, that the hobble skirt
as also done away with the wearing
1 petticoats, for the narrow, tight - fit iug
skirt will not permit of very much
nderneath it. And this woman prov
(] to he no exception to the rule. Alhotigh
in an unlawful business, she
emained feminine enough to copy the
ash ion plates, and she was no bad
inker in the prevailing styles.
"She laughed at us when we conronted
her for about the seventeenth
ime, and told her that we were positive
that she was selling whisky to
he Usages. She was standing when
i'e entered the room, just opposite me.
ihe was telling us how innocent she
.as of the charge, and that we were
11 a wrong trail entirely in continuing
ii pester her, when my eyes caught
lie shape of a half pint bottle or flask
inprinted through her hobble skirt,
,-here it was drawn tight just below
er left knee. The sun was shining
hrough the window, and brought the
inprint of the bottle out plainly.
" 'So you still insist that you are inocent?'
I asked.
"'Certainly I do; I have never sold
iciuor of any kind to an Indian.'
" "Will you please tell me, then,' I
sked, "what you have in that half-pint
ask in your left stocking?'
"She knew the jig was up the mlnte
she caught the direction of my
yes, for she could see as plainly as
did, the imprint of the flask. We
ailed in a woman operative, and had
he bootlegger searched then and
here. We were not going to give her
ny opportunity to avoid us this time.
ii each stocking leg the woman varied
a half pint of bootleg whisky, and
t the top of her corset our operative
ound a half dozen more flasks, all fllld
and ready to be delivered. It deeloped
afterward that she had sold
he liquor to Indians in advance, and
ras about to start out to deliver it
I'heii we entered the room."
"We find the woman bootlegger the
ardest to catch always," said Branion.
"I have been on watch on the
eservations in Oklahoma, Minnesota
ml several other states, and it is always
the woman whisky seller who
ives us the most trouble. A man will
ell whisky and leave a trail every
hue, luit tti?* woman will face you
own with a smile, and sometimes
nth tears, and declare her innocence,
ml yon have absolutely got to catch
hem in the act.
"I remember an experience I had,
nig ago, with a woman bootlegger
inoiig the t'ullblooded Creeks. She was
lotherly and kind, her face showing
oil, but sweetness, too, the kind you
rould swear by, and always she had
rith her a baby girl, a pretty tot who
roiiId coo ami laugh if you gave her
all' a chance. The baby was a valuale
asset, and it came out later that it
ras one she had borrowed for the
nisiness.
"With the baby in her arms and
arrying a basket of baby clothes aliavs,
she was the last person on earth
on would suspect of being in the
lootlegging business. The one thing
hai aroused suspicion was the fact
hat she took afternoon walks into the
ountry. always carrying the baby
ml basket of innocent-looking baby
lothes. 1 determined to shadow her
nd find out, for my own satisfaction,
i'here she went every afternoon out
nto the tall timber.
"I did this by going into the woods
head of her, and like Zaccheus of old
climbed a tree to have a better view
I things down below. I selected one
i here the foliage sheltered and conen
led me, but from my perch 1 could
ee plainly up and down the path for
onie distance. Presently the woman
howed up. The hut sun had put the
iah.v to sleep, and stopping not far
rom my tree she laid the child on the
xass. Then she herself sat down to
rait.
"My tree seat was getting iiiicomforthle
and tlie cramped position I was in
lad caused my legs to grow tiumh, hut
determined to stick the thing out. It
ras not long until the clutter of
lorses' feet thoroughly aroused me.
'here were three men in the party,
nil all dismounted when they reached
he woman and child, tine of the men
aieeled down on the grass and kissed
he sleeping hahy. and later it proved
hat he was the child's father. All of
hem talked awhile, evidently in regard
o money matters, for in a few minlies
they paid her several pieces of
ilver and then took up the basket.
>lv astonishment was such that I
early fell from my perch when they
iti I aside the hahy clothes?little
Iresses and napkins and such like and
iftcd from the bottom of tin- basket
wo dozen liair-|iiii( Potties iii \vhisk\.
"They transferred tin* Potties to
heir pockets, mounted ami rode away
111<> the t 'reek roimtry, anil the woman
lirki'd up the child ami liasket and
valkcd hack into town. The next <lay.
cconi|ianicil l?y several local officers,
hid in the underhrush and awaited
he regular al'teriioon conference. All
if the parlies came and we placed the
ntire lot tinder arrest. luiter they
v ere convicted."
Two women were arrested in the
'reek country who carried hot ties of
vhisky in their hustles, while only re cully
Sheriff Sale of Norman, arrestd
one who wore a woolen skirt and
oiitained twenty pockets, each the
ii/e of a half pint hot tie. A woman.
who siiId tu the Osage Indians, kept
her stuck of wet guuds on the' bottom
uf the Arkansas river, going to and 1
fro in a boat. The buttles were tied
to a strong stake which was driven
into th?* mini underneath the river's t
surface. New Orleans Times-Demo- t
crat. i
"THE DREAMERS." i
t4
One of the Mosi Widely Copied Pieces "
of Literature. '
"The Dreamers," written by Herbert I
Kaufman, and first printed in Every- *
body's Magazine, has been copied and
clipped and riuoted to an unbelievable h
extent. It has been published in de f
luxe volumes and scattered broadcast c
through the earth in leaflet and circu- v
Inn Q
Yet this extraordinary little piece of d
literature is only a matter of a few o
hundred words. Every one who has c
ever read It will enjoy the second pe- a
rusal, and it Is reprinted here: v
THE DREAMERS. c
They are the architects of greatness, a
Their vision lies within their souls. P
They never see the mirages of Fact, t
hut peer beyond the veils and mists of
doubt and pierce the walls of unborn v
Time. t
The world has uceuladed them with v
jeer and sneer and gibe, for worlds a
are made of little men who take but 3
never give?who share but never v
spare?who cheer a grudge and grudge a
a cheer. ''
Wherefore, the paths of progress '
have been sobs of blood dropped from r
their broken hearts.
Makers of empire, they have fought r
for bigger things than crowns and "
higher seats than thrones. Fanfare d
and pageant and the right to rule or
will to love are not the tires which ^
wrought their resolution into steel. a
tirief only streaks their hairs with sll- f
ver, but has never grayed their hopes. v
They are the Argonauts, the seekers *'
of the priceless fleece?The Truth.
Thi'liiioh :ill tht. :itfes ihcv have
heard the voice of Destiny call to theifi
from the unknown vasts. They dure
uncharted seas, for they are makers
of the charts. With only cloth of
courage at their inasts and with no
compass save their dreams, they sail
away undaunted for the far, blind
shores.
Their brains have wrought all human
miracles. In lace of stone their
spires stab the Old World's skies and
with their golden crosses kiss the sun.
The belted wheel, the trail of steel,
the churning screw, are shuttles in
the loom on which they weave their
magic tapestries.
A Hash out in the night leaps leagues
of snarling seas and cries to shore for
help, which, but for one man's dream,
would never come.
Their tunnels plow the river bed and
chain the islands to the Motherland.
Their wings of canvas beat the air
and add the highways of the eagle to
the human paths.
A God hewn voice swells from a
disk of glue and wells out through a
throat of brass, caught sweet and
whole, to last beyond the maker of the
song, because a dreamer dreamt.
What would you have of fancy or of
fact if hands were all with which men
had to build?
Your homes are set upon the land a
dreamer found. The pictures 011 its
walls are visions from a dreamer's
soul. A dreamer's pain wails from
your violin.
rney are tne rnosen iew?me maze
rs of th?* Way?who never wear f
Doubt's bandage on their eyes?who '
starve and chill and hurt, but hold to
courage and to hope, because they |J
know that there is always proof of .
truth for them who try?that only (j
cowardice and lack of faith can keep
the seeker from his chosen goal, but If .
his heart be strong and if he dream '
enough and dream it hard enough, he
can attain, no matter where men fail- (
ed before.
Walls crumble and empires fall. The
tidal wave sweeps front sea and tears
a fortress from its rocks. The rotting
nations drop from off Time's bough, j
and only things the dreamers make
live on.
They are the Eternal Conquerors?
their vassals are the years.
I
PSYCHOLOGY OF A CROWD.
A Chance to Study It In Those Who r
Watch the Daily Dropping of the j
Time Ball. t
"Any one interested in psychology, j
and particularly the psychology of a f
crowd," remarked a Broadway store- ^
keeper, "ought to take a few observations
near Broadway and Ann street |
at the noon hour. Having done this ^
myself many times I have discovered t
one thing and that is that a very .
large number of busy men are perfect- f
ly willing to waste five minutes and ,
risk a stiff neck for no other reason j
than to see something which they
know is going to happen and which in ,
many instances they have often seen ^
before. s
.... E ......-I... ,.r t
I lit \ JIIK U |?lcU C mm 1?? WI vuua ov a q
have been able to observe this curious ,
instinct of a crowd more closely than ^
some others, and what does not strike r
you as funny when you see it just once x
is apt to do so when you see it again t
and again. Of course I refer to that
daily occurrence at the noon hour of |
the time ball sliding down the pole on <
top of the Western I'nion building. v
"When the clocks around are point- ,
ing to the minutes of the noon hour t
every day I can see stragglers here t
and there begin to stop and fix their ..
ga/.e on that ball. The effect of this
is to cause a lot of seemingly busy
people to follow the direction of the v
ga/.e of these others and then come to e
to a dead stop too. Others do the same (
thing until, at a guess, I should say (]
that the crowd includes messenger ,
boxes, car conductors, lawyers, mer- a
chants and men in all kinds of busi- (
ness. c
"By three minutes before the ball is
due to drop the corner here is almost
solidly packed; and so is the opposite
corner. .Vow the funny part of the j
thing which I daily observe is this, that j
of all these people who wait here four '
and live minutes just about one in '.j
twenty makes any pretence of taking ^
out a watch and seeing whether he has ?i
the right time when the ball does drop. ?
Ii.uIa.ikI th..v ill,. |,nil ir,, ilowtl the ,
pole and then instantly resume their I
journeys. In other words, just about '
!?"i per cent of the erowd Itas stopped ,
and lost four or live minutes for no j
other purpose than just to satisfy the a
longing of their eyes.
"Another observation I have made x
from my advantageous position is I
this: That this same longing of the *
eyes, if yielded to, may heroine a hah- 1
it. like other things. This is based on j
the fuel that I have observed the same I
people stop here and go through the '
perfor ma nee many times. They do it
beeanse the erowd is doing it and t
that's all, I guess. Anyway, I'd like ?
to hear the psvehologists dismiss it "
?New York Sun
SOME FAMOUS DWARFS.
rhey Were Generally The Favorites of
Royalty.
Among the famous dwarfs of hisory
was Jeffrey Hudson, who was inrodured
to Henrietta Maria, consort
>f Charles I.. In a big venison pie.
When the pie was opened." out stepied
Jeffrey in all the dignity of his
ighteen inches and made a courtly
ibeisance to the astonished and deighted
queen, who, in response to the
ittle man's appeal to lie taken into her
ervice, promptly granted the request.
Jeffrey Hudson was a man of stout
icart and adventurous spirit. He
ought two duels, one with a turkey
ock and one with a certain Crofts,
i'hn far?pri thp llttlp fpllrwvv nrmpH with
"squirt," and was forthwith "shot
lead." Twice Jeffrey saw the Inside
f prison walls; once when he was
aptured hv the French on his way
cross the Channel, and again when he
ras taken by Barbary corsairs. To
ap his career of adventure, he was
reused of complicity in the popish
ilot and spent the last of his days in
he Gate House in 1682.
Another notable dwarf was Boruliaski,
the Pole, of whose debut an Ineresting
tale is told. As a boy of 15,
then he was just one inch higher than
two-foot rule, Borulwaski was preented
to the Empress Maria Theresa,
i-ho was so charmed by his good looks
nd grace that she seated him on her
ap and gave him a hearty kiss. To
he queen's question as to what he
onsidered the most interesting sight
a Vienna the dwarf replied; "What I
iow behold, so little a man on the lap
f so great a lady." This speech renlered
the little fellow a great favorite.
He became a special favorite of
Stanislaus II., who took him to England
.nd introduced him to George III., and
or more than half a century Borulraski
made his home at the English
ourt.
Th iu /I tt'o rl' of Vila tallfial tvaa a
arcl and three inches, had a sister
rhnse head just reached her big
mother's shoulders. Borulwaski was
iot only a handsome and courtly man
?ut a scholar of repute. He lived In
Ive reigns, and was laid to rest In
)unham In 1837, side by side with the
""alstafflan Stephen Kemble,
Richard Gibson and his wife, who
lourished in the seventeenth century,
k-ere a remarkable pair, quite apart
mm their inches, which combined
larely made up 7 feet. Both were
lever painters of miniatures, and Glbon
was drawing-master to the daughters
of James II. At their wedding,
ihich was arranged by Henrietta Mala,
Charles I. gave the bride away, the
lueen placed a valuable diamond ring
n her finger, and Edmund Waller, the
ourt poet, wrote a poem in honor of
he occasion.
Among other dwarfs of Interest was
'hiletas, who acted as tutor to Ptolemy
'hiladelphus and who was said to be
o light as well as short that he carled
weights in his pockets to prevent
lis being blown away! Then there
vere Coropas and Andromeda, two tiny
landinaidens of Julia, nieces of Augusus,
each of whom was but 28 inches
ligh. Richebourg, who died in Paris
n 1858, was Just one inch under 2 feet.
It is a curious fact that most of the
amous dwarfs lived to ripe old ages,
lorulwaski was but two years short
f the century when he died; Rlche>ourg
was 90; Gibson was 74. while
lis widow died at the advanced age of
9 years.
Among those in the service of the
ate sultan of Turkey, Abdul Hamid,
rho found themselves without a Job
ipon the abdication of that ruler, was
he clever dwarf Mehemmed Selim,
i'ho stands twenty-eight inches in his
tockings. Mehemmed Selim is said
o be a linguist of remarkable attalnnents
and a musician of no mean abiltv.?Harper's
Weekly.
tu a i uk niuuuuuno.
f It's a Simple Case Try a Sneeze or
Hang From a Beam.
Simple cases of hiccough are often
elieved by such measures as sucking
ee or taking salt and vinegar, says
he New York Medical Journal. Puling
the tongue forward and holding it
or some time is an effective procelure.
Sometimes obstinate hiccough is reieved
when the patient is strong by
laving him hang with the arms exended
and grasping some beam or
?ole, so that his feet do not touch the
loor. With all the abdominal muscles
ense, have him hold his breath as
ong as possible.
Sneezing is very efficient in certain
ases, since it is the exact opposite to
liccough. being a sudden expiratory
ict. In Plato's "Symposium" the phyliclan
Eryximachus recommended too
nuch. either to hold his breath or to
targle with a little water, and if not
elieved to tickle his nose and sneeze
thereupon the hiccough would be sure
o go.
The spelling "hiccough" is recent,
icing a combination of the syllables
hie" and the latter term of "cough."
vhlcli is without either physiological
>r etymological basis; the proiiunciaion,
with perhaps the rarest excepIoiis,
is still that of the older form
hiccup." earlier given variously?as
hickup," "hickupsnickup," "hickhop,"
hickcoek." "hichenek," and "hiekett."
vith <iuasi diminishing suffixes ock,
t; but the "hick" a syllable aptly ex
iressive of the spasmodic sound proluced
l>y the conditions giving rise to
he particular disturbance, is found in
,11 references to the origin of the term
o which the writer has been able to
ilitain. The term singultus is rarely
ised.
A Queer Medical Superstition.?The
dassachusctts Medical society has
ust expelled a physician who was
he founder of an emergency hospital
md for 20 years its surgeon in chief.
The charges against him were that
le hud been guilty of gross violation
if tlie codes and ethics pertaining to
he organization. What was this awuI
violation that was visited with
he extreme penalty of expulsion? He
lad advertised in the newspapers, that
s all. The fact that he was a physiia.ii
of known and established repute
lid not Weigh. Because lie believed
it letting the people know who he was
md where he was located and of the
vork he had done in an honest belief
hat he could benefit humanity, he
vas disciplined. It appears to be a
lard world for the professional man
vho is struggling to increase his slenler
practice. If he is a doctor he can
lily advertise by reading a paper hebre
some society, or smash into a
i.vdraut with his automobile while
lurrying to save the life of some paieiit.
If he is a lawyer he must pick
lit some office to run for, in order
get his name in print, and if he is
lefeated this isn't much of a help. An
ulvertisenient in the newspaper means
irofessional ignominy. Queer idea,
sn't it"-Holyoke Transcript