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_IggT?P_ggMI-WKKKL^ l. m. grist s sons, PnbUihera. j % ^?nti!g Jfeicspaper,: Jjor (hi; promotion of thi; political, Social, ggrieullurat and (Tommerrial Interests of the j3eopli>. J ,E""?'N0^0pV'"*E'"CE"""Ct' established 1855. YORKVILLE, 9. C., TUESDAY, JULY 4, 1911. """ Nq. 53. r W fir THOM Copyright, 1911, rgj Pub. by Doubied*) I ? BOOK II?THE ROOT. CHAPTER XIII?Continued. The artist had caught the secret of her character and expressed It with genius in the poise of the superb form, the incarnation of sensuous soulless beauty dominated by keen intelligence. T?WI?? MAMtmiU A? nrklnh ho fltnnH p?7. ing as If in a spell was evidently painted the second year of their marriage. He remembered now her diary had given an account of it when the painter came over from the Continent to execute the commission. He tried to reher appearance the day of the assault. The impression was too blurred by excitement to have much meaning He wondered if she really ?how?-<l the ten years added to her age. At least he knew that she had not been happy. There was some consolation in that. Her ceaseless efTorts to win back his friendship had left no room for doubt. He sank deep into the great chair and silently waited her coming. When .he suddenly heard the rustle of h?r dress in the hall his heart began to'pound. He rose with a movement of nervous anger. His boasted self-control was a myth, after all. When Nan's radiant figure appeared In the doorway, her bare arm extended, her lips parted in a tender smile, Stuart knew that his face was red. The fact that he knew it Increased his confusion until the whole room became a blur. His feet refused to move, and he stood staring at the approaching vision as if in a trance. Her hand touched his. The shock was sobering; he remembered himself otir) om i loH "What a long, long time, Jim!" "A thousand years?I think, Nan," he stammered. "Nine hundred to be exact, sir, but better late than never. I began to ihink your stubbornness would postpone this call until the next world." "And we may not land at the same place on the other side?" "A compliment or an insult?" "1 don't know, do you?" He was laughing quietly now, his nerves stronger by the tension of the challenge of her evident gaiety. She smiled a gracious forgiveness of his dubious answer. "Mr. Bivens was detained down town on business. I am awfully sorry he's not here to Join in my welcome." "Well, I'm not." He was looking steadily at her with curious concenfration. She answered with a flash from her dark eyes and critically looked him over. "Well?" he asked. "I'm awfully disappointed." "Why?" "My vanity is hurt. I expected to find you, after nine years, with deep lines of suffering written on your face. You are better looking than ever. The few gray hairs about your temples are extremely becoming. Your honors have given you a new repose, a dignity and reserve power I couldn't conceive when I saw you battered by that mob." "Allow me to return the compliment by saying that you are even a more startling disappointment to me. I was sure that I should find you broken." "And you don't?" Stuart smiled. "I'd as well confess it frankly. You are far more beautiful than ever." The woman softly laughed. "You see no change?" "The only changes I see merely add to your power; the worldly wisdom which marriage writes on every woman's face, a new strength, a warmth and fascination and a conscious joy at which I wonder and rage." "Why wonder and rage?" She drew him gently to a seat by her side, leaned forward and gazed smilingly at him. Stuart was silent a moment and . turned suddenly on her. "Because Nan, when I look into your face tonight and see its joy, I can't help thinking such happiness is a crime. I saw joy like that once on the face of an Italian I defended and acquitted of murder. I believed him innocent but when he was free he conf*ssed to me his guilt, confessed with .ch joy that I sprang on him and choked him into silence." "And you think of me as a murderess. Jiin?" "No, no, my dear little playmate, hut when I see you tonight in all this splendor so insolently happy?" Nan sprang to her feet laughing. "You are delicious tonight, Jim, and I'm so glad you are here. Come into the art gallery. It will take you days to 9ee it; we'll just peep in tonight." He followed her into a stately room packed with masterpieces of art; gleaming marbles and sombre bronze in groups of bewildering beauty, with every inch of wall-space crowded with /lont'nooo (rt ntoooii'A or/tl/1 fro mqa or] n 117. v am uara hi maoon c ftuiu it uiuvo ??vn ing with the soft radiance of concealed electric lights. Stuart gazed a moment in rapture. "You must spend days here, Jim. Now honestly, with all your high-browed ideals, wouldn't you like to own this?" "I wouldn't dare." "Dare?" "No. Not if I had the wealth of Croesus." "Why not?" "It's a crime to rob the world of these masterpieces of genius. They should be the free inheritance and inspiration of all the children of men. The humblest child of the street should own them because he is human. The man who has the power to buy them, of all men, should give to the people whose lives and toil gave him his power." Nan gazed at Stuart in vague bewilderment and then a mischievous smile crept into the corners of her mouth. "You're trying to throw dust in my eyes, but I can tell you what you are really thinking. Would you like to hear?" "Very much." AS DIXON jjl by Thomas Oixon. *jU r, Pags & Co., N. Y. ff "You are really wondering why th wicked prosper?" The man remained silent while look of deep seriousness overspread hi face. "Confess!" Nan insisted. "Am I no right?" "Absolutely wrong," he replied slow ly. "Why the wicked prosper has nev er worried me in the least. The firs big religious idea I ever got hold o was that this is the best possible worli God could have created?because it* free. Man must choose, otherwise hi deeds have no meaning. A deed of mln is good merely because I have th< power to do its opposite if I choose In this free world step by step I cai rise or fall through suffering am choosing." "Oh, Jim," Nan broke in softly, "I'vi made you suffer horribly. You hav< the right to be hard and bitter." "But I'm not, Nan," was the quie answer. "I've been made generoui and warm and tender by disappoint ment. Through the gates of pain I'v entered into fellowship with my fel lowmen, the humblest and the greatest This sense of kinship has given me i larger vision. I've learned to love al sentient things. I've made friends wit! all sorts and conditions of men, th' rich, the poor, the good, the bad. Yot have taught me the greatest secret o life." "I wish I could blot out the memor; of the pain." "Well, I'm glad you can't Life ha: become to me a thing so wonderful, si mysterious, so beautiful?just lif within itself?I'd live it all over agaii if I could." "Every moment of it?" "Every moment with every light an< shadow. It's glorious to live!" A solemn English butler entered am announced dinner. Seated by Nan's side alone in tin great dining room, while servants ii gorgeous liveries hurried with sof light footfall to do her slightest bid ding, Stuart could scarcely shake of the impression that he was dreaming Such pictures he had weaved in hii fancy the first wonderful days of theii conscious love-life. But it seemed cen turies ago now. They had both dle< and come to life again in a new mys terious world, a world in which he wai yet a stranger and Nan at home. Th< splendors of the stately room pleasec his poetic fancy and in spite of hii hostile efTort he had to confess in hii heart that Nan's magnificent figur< gave the scene just the touch o queenly dignity which made it perfect He tried again and again to recall th< girl he had known in the old days, bu the vision faded before the dazzlin; light of the present. He looked at Nan cautiously and be gan to study her every word and move, inent and weigh each accent. Did shi mean what her words and tones im plied? In a hundred little ways mon eloquent than speech she had said t< him tonight that the old love of th< morning of life was still the one livinj thing. Did she mean it or had sh< merely planned another triumph fo her vanity in his second conquest knowing that his high sense of hono: would hold him silent and yet he slave. With a lawyer's cunning he pu her to little tests to try the genuine ness of her feeling. He threw off hi: restraint and led her back to the scene: of their youth. With a frankness tha delighted her he told of his own strug gles of the past nine years and watch ed with patient furtive care for ever; tone of feeling she might betray When dinner ended, she was leanini close, her eyes misty with tears, am a far-away look in them that told o memories more vivid and alluring thai all the splendors of her palace. Stuart drew a breath of consciou Stuart drew a breath of consciou triumph and his figure suddenly gre^i tense with a desperate resolution. Bu only for a moment. He frowned, looked at his watcl and rose abruptly. "I must be going, Nan," he said witl sudden coldness. "Why, Jim," she protested. "It's onl; ten o'clock. I won't hear of such i thing." "Yes, I must," he persisted. "I'v an important case tomorrow. I mus work tonight." "You shall not go!" Nan cried. "I'v waited nine years for this one even ing's chat with you. Cal has told m of his offer. It's the most generou thing he ever did in his life. I knot the kind of fight going on in you heart. Come into the music room, si down and brood as long as you lik< I've planned to charm you with an ol accomplishment of mine tonight." She led him to a rich couch, pilei the pillows high, made him snug, drev a harp near the other end, and bega to tune its strings. Stuart gazed at the mural painting in the ceiling and in a moment was los in visions of the future his excited fan cy began to weave. Nan's fingers touched the strings i the first soft notes of an old melodj He woke with a start and looked a her. What a picture she made, wit her full lips parted in a warm sntih her magnificent bare arms moving i rhythmic unison with the music! I just that pose he had seen her a hun dred times in the days when he calle her his own. And now that he ha lost?her beauty had just reached th full splendor of perfection. He closed his eyes to shut out th picture and again the light began to the mastery of life. A voice whispered: "Unless you are a coward, grasp th power that is yours by divine right o nature. Why should you walk whil pigmies ride'.' Why should you lag be hind the age in this tierce struggle fo supremacy? The woman who sits be fore you is yours if you only dare t tear her from the man who holds he by the fiction of dying customs!" He felt his heart throb as anothe voice within cried: "Yet why should I, an heir to im p mortality, whose will can shape a ^ world, why should I live a beast of r prey with my hand against every ^ man?" r The answer was the memory of dir^ ty finger nails closing on his throat * while a mob of howling fools surged r\ over his body and cursed him for try'J ing to save them from themselves. p Again he heard a woman's voice as she ,J held his head close, whispering: ^ "I've something to say to you, Jim!" J His lips tightened with sudden dejr cision. The golden gates of the forbid,j den land swung open and his soul entered, el riTT a nmrxn vnr ^nAr iim Ai?. a s An Aftermath. The day following Bivens's offer to 1 Stuart was made memorable by a sinister event In Union Square. A mass meeting of the unemployed " had been called to protest against I their wrongs and particularly to de' nounce the men who had advanced the ^ price of bread by creating a corner in 8 wheat. | 8 On his way down town Stuart read ; e with astonishment that Dr. Woodman , e would preside over this gathering. He determined to go. As he hurried II through the routine work of his office, ^ giving his orders for the day, he received a telephone call from Nan, ask6 ing him to accompany her to this meete ing. "I don't think you ought to go," he 1 answered emphatically. 3 "Why?" "Well, there might he a riot for one e thing." "I'm not afraid." i ' "And you might hear some very , I plain talk about your husband." , * "That's exactly why I wish to go!" ^ "I don't think it wise," Stuart pro- | e tested. ( II "I'm going, anyhow. Won't you ac* company me?" "If you will go?yes." f "That's a good boy. I'll send one of | my cars to the office for you Imroedl- < s ately." , J An hour later when Stuart, seated by 3 Nan's side, reached Union Square, the , i automobile was stopped by the police and turned into Seventeenth street. ( Every inch of space in the Square 3 seemed blocked by a solid mass of motionless humanity. Stuart left the car 1 in Seventeenth street and succeeded finally in forcing a way through the ( e crowd to a position within a hundred i feet of the rude platform that had been t erected for the orators. The scene - about the stand bristled with policef men, most of them apparently picked ! men, their new uniforms glittering in s the sun and their polished clubs flashi* ing defiance as they twirled them in , the faces of the people with deliberate i provocation. Besides the special detail of picked s men who moved about the stand, occas sionally clubbing an inoffensive man, 1 a battalion of three hundred reserves . 3 was drawn up in serried lines about a 3 hundred yards to the north on the ' 3 edge of Fourth avenue. Between these f reserves and the crowd about the stand * an open space was kept clear for their - possible assault in case of any dist turbance. I Near these reserves stood the big red automobile of Hamberger, the po lice captain of the district. He was - reputed to be a millionaire, though his s salary had never been more than - enough to support his wife and chils dren. The sight of his fat insolent > face as the representative of Law and s Orden gave Stuart the impression of ? farce so irresistibly that he laughed. 2 Surely some of Bivens's sinister philr osophy to which he had listened yes, terday had a pretty solid basis in the r facts of our everyday life. r When the speaking began Stuart t pressed his way as close as possible, - drawing Nan with him. s He was astonished at the genuine s eloquence and power with which the t first speaker, evidently of anarchistic - leanings, developed his theme, a pas sionate plea for freedom and the highy est development of the individual man. He sketched the growth of the Amer5 ican Republic from its crude begin3 ning in the unbroken forests, and f showed with clear historic grasp how n all the thinking and creative deeds which had added anything to the sum s of human progress belonged to this 3 period of anarchistic liberties. He v traced the growth of tyranny in the t development of our system of laws until today we were less free than the h people of England, who lived under the hereditary king against whom our h fathers had rebelled. A tyranny of corrupt and ignorant politicians he dey nounced as the lowest and vilest yet a evolved in history. His concluding sentences roused his e crowd to a pitch of wild enthusiasm, t "In the Old World, from which your fathers and mothers fled in search of e freedom, men enslaved their fellow men by becoming lords, dukes or kings, e murdering or poisoning their way to a s castle or a throne. The methods of v your modern masters are more subtle r and successful. You vote to make them t your masters, and still imagine that ?. you are free. d "Freedom belongs to him who would be free. And at last the masses of d the people are becoming restless, not v so much because they lack leisure and - ? ^ 1 L?../v ri luxury, OUl necausr imry uatc huiiiiuk to live for. s "Millions ask the question: Is life t worth living? "Because they have begun to ask it, they will never cease until they n have made it worth living. "A deep, half-confused consciousness t of the injustice of life has begun to li clutch our throats. We begin to curse both church and state, thank Ood, at n last! Statesmen must hear or die. n Property must respond or strengthen - its bolts and bars and there's no room d on the door for another bolt. The d church that has 110 answer to this cry e is dead already." A cheer like the roar of an angry e sea swept the crowd. Again and r again it rose and fell, increasing in volume as its contagious spirit set fire to the restless minds of the thousands e who had packed the Square but could if not hear the man who was voicing e their faith. In the deep roar of their cheers there r was 110 sodden despair. As Stuart - looked into the faces of the crowd he o saw 110 trace of the degeneracy and r loss of elemental manhood which makes the sight of an Kuropean mob loathr some and hopeless. These men were still men, the might of freemen in their - souls and good right arms. Where had such crowds met before? Somewhere he had seen them in body or in spirit. Was it in the streets of Paris before the French Revolution sent those long lines of death carts rumbling over her pavements to the guillotine? '"Who is that fellow, Jim?" Nan asked. "Haven't the remotest idea." "He's a great orator if he is an anarchist. He made the cold chills run down my back." "Yes, I'm just wondering how many more such firebrands of eloquence could be found in this swaying forest of nobodies." He watched the sneering faces of the policemen as they demanded silence of the crowd. They couldn't understand what the fools were cheering about. They had instructions to pull the whole "show" at a nod from the censor. But he had deemed It as harmless as a Sunday school picnic. The words of the orator had rolled from his uniform like water from a duck's back. The next speaker devoted his time to a fierce denunciation of the church, and ended with a bitter denial of the existence of God. When the last echoes of the cheers had died away there was a stir near the stand and Sfuart saw the stalwart figure of Dr. Woodman suddenly rise. He lifted his arm over the crowd, demanding silence. Stuart could see that his old friend was deeply moved. His big hands were 1 trembling and his voice vibrant with emotion as he stepped to the edge of the platform and faced the crowd. Among the five thousand people who stood within ear shot at least a hundred recognized him ajy? gave a hearty cheer. The doctor plunged at once into the ; message with which his heart was quivering: "Let no man tell you, my friends, that the God of our fathers is a myth You can't lose faith in God because you have not lost faith in eternal justice. This faith is just coming Into conscious existence in the hearts of millions. By this sign we know that a new age is born. Poets and artists no longer gaze into heaven. Their eyes are fixed on earth. Men have ceased to long for another world, therefore their hope is now for this one. To bring Justice anl Beauty to pass on this earth in wisdom and fearlessness of Death?this is the new creed of the people! My menu, no sucn people ever uvea In history before. This continent has been the great white plain of eternity on which the chains of ages have been broken, freeing the human soul and body at one stroke, placing in men's hands, the mighty weapon of progress and defense?universal suffrage. The workingman of today lives better than the kings of the Middle Ages. Have patience, my friends, the workingman of tomorrow will be the heir of all the knowledge, of all the pain and all the glory of the centuries. "There can be no other meaning to the drama of history, the sweep of whose movement is always upward for the life of millions, always writing in letters of fire across the sky 'The Law ?the Law!' "1 have seen this mighty city grow from comparatively small and mean conditions. And I have watched slowly growing here a new City of the Soul, the gradual development of civilization itself into a joyous religion whose God is Justice and Righteous uess. Each year I have seen the streets cleaner, its parks more beautiful, its homes sweeter, its schools finer, Its hospitals, asylums and play grounds more magnificent and all its charities more efficient. I have watched the municipality slowly but surely absorb the functions of the ancient church, and for the first time in the history of the world begin to do its work with the divine breadth of God's boundless love. "We should not be so impatient, we should not be discouraged. The progress of the world has really just begun. "And so I, who watch the darkness pass and see the eastern sky begin to glow?I cry to you who may still be below: "Be of good cheer?the day dawns!'" A feeble cheer rose from the hundred or more who knew the doctor personally. It was the only response the sullen crowd gave to his burst of epic feeling. They were not in sympathy with his optimism. The anguish of the present moment of bread-hunger and cold was too keen. Men with empty stomachs had no historic perspective. They felt instinctively that it was just as black for a man who starved to death in the ideal "City of the Soul" as it was for the wretch who starved in chains in Egypt three thousand years ago. When the doctor sat down Stuart saw Harriet suddenly lean over, draw his big shaggy head down and kiss him. He hadn't recognized her before. The next speaker made his attack on the corruption and graft of our system of government with brutal frankness. He assailed the foundations of the Republic and at last the principles which underlie civilized society itself. Undoubtedly he was a madman, driven insane by tne nerce struggle for bread, but none the less a dangerous maniac. 1 With scathing, bitter wit he Hayed the 1 corruption of our system of democ- ' racy. The big fat sleek captain of police had drawn near, and listened to this part of his speed) with secret enjoyment. A triumphant smile played about the corners of his mouth. He knew that the speaker was hitting the bull's eye now with every shot, but he squared his massive form and looked over the cheering crowd of hungry poverty-stricken men and women with an expression of quiet contempt. Clearly he had a very simple and comprehensive answer. It was not necessary for him to speak it. His whole body fairly shouted it: "Well, what are you going to do about it, you weak-kneed, blear-eyed Qfiim ii(* thp parlhl" For the moment Stuart could not determine which one of the men he hated most?the madman who was doing his best to pull the house down which sheltered him or the stupid beast who stood over him clothed with the supreme authority of law. The speaker closed his tirade with a fierce personal attack on the man who had made five millions in a corner on bread and flaunted his ill-gotten gains in the face of starving men and women. Nan's face flashed with sudden rage "Take me to my car, Jim. I've an idea?I'm going to execute It at once." } "Wouldn't you like to meet the doctor and his daughter before you go?" "Thanks, hardly. You know he is on Mr. Bivens's black list." "I'd forgotten that," he answered regretfully. "I'd like awfully for you to meet Harriet. I'm sure you'd like her." Nan smiled. "I could see she likes you. I don't think she took a fancy to me, however." "Nonsense, Nan," he said, with annoyance. "She couldn't have seen you. I didn't know she was here until she kissed her father." "Perhaps my eyes are keener than yours." The captain of the district brushed rudely past and sprang into his automobile. He waved his hand to his chauffeur. His gesture was mistaken by a pair of keen restless eyes for a command to his reserves to disperse fte crowd. .^A pale, shabby young fellow leaped past the line of police into the open space and rushed straight for the reserves. His long thin arm was lifted high in the air clutching a black thing aiith a lighted fuse sparkling from Its c?est. A murmur rippled the crowd, the police stood still and stared, and the next moment the bomb exploded in the boy's hand and his body lay on the Stones a mangled heap of torn flesh and blood-soaked rags. t The police charged the crowd and clubbed them without mercy. The people fled in confusion in every direction, and in five minutes the Square was cleared. Stuart had hurried Nan to her car, and rushed back to the scene of the tragedy. He readily passed the lines of the police, who recognized him as the district attorney. The doctor reached the spot and Harriet was holding the dying boy's head in her lap. Stuart bent over her curiously and slowly asked: "You were not afraid to ruan up here with your father and take that poor mangled thing in your arms?" "Of course not," she replied simply. "Papa says he's dying?nothing can be done for him. They've sent for an ambulance." The doctor stood staring at the dying boy, and a tear had slowly gathered In his kindly eye. He pressed Stuart's arm and spoke In low tones: "I've made some big mistakes in my life, my boy. I'm Just beginning to see them. I've read a new message in the flutter of this poor fellow's pulse. I'll not be slow to heed It." But Stuart stood watching with growing wonder Harriet's deft little hand brush the damp hair back from the poor disfigured face. (To Be Continued.) ^ . ON A BOER FARM. Not a Very Inviting Existence From an American Point of View. An American woman travelling in South Africa was detained by floods and compelled to spend a month on a Boer farm. "The first night's monotony," she writes In Health Culture, "was broken by the roaring of ostriches under our window. We thought it was a tame lion. "The farmer and his family lived chiefly on sour bread and sour skimmed milk. I was therefore hungry most of the time and the ripe figs hanging in clusters were pretty alluring. After pushing back the skin of the fig and enjoying the soft fruit with its tropical taste I had a refreshing night's sleep, only to awaken in the morning pretty well scared, for my tongue was so swollen and black that 1 could not talk. "The Boer wife laughed and enjoyed my discomfiture and explained that the skin of the fig had numerous fine thorns and I had not been careful to remove It when eating. "When I told the farmer's wife that I liked buttermilk in quantity 1 noticed that I had a cupful or so given me, but she threw it by the pailful to the pigs. They were of far more consequence to her than I, for they would stay longer with her and were her familiars. I was not. "Then, again, when I was hungry for butter on my bread, a white clammy substance made from "sheeptail fat" was handed to me, and 1 could not allow the farmer's wife to see me quiver. She sold her butter in the village close by at seventy-five cents a pound, more or less. Sour bread and green strawberries (plenty of them) were considered good enough. "This Boer family was one of the wealthiest of their kind. There was not a ripple of fun or exuberant life In anything but the live stock. Conversation was a dead language?unknown. * "The women are mute beings, accepting their destiny with a deep stillness. The wife gives of her strength to the limit, and dies after giving birth to a dozen or more children, to make way for wife number two, who gives another dozen children to her country. Her adobe house, with its dirt floor made of anthill clay mixed with beef gall, is a chamber of horror to an American traveller. "The farmer depends upon his ten to eighteen children, of all sizes, to help him. A'Kaffir as an employee Is undependable as the wind that blows. Yet that Kaffir is the hired man in the mines and elsewhere in South Africa. The white man as a day laborer is a general failure. He can not be worked In droves ime me ivaifir from the interior, whose language, in clicks and vowel sounds, is hardly human. "The Boer is not long lived. One seldom met an aged Boer of the old stock. Oom Paul Kruger, who was 75 years old when he died was an exception. Hatred toward the Uitlander and the lust for gold and power was what kept the fires of life burning at white heat within him. "To stem the elements alone in Africa takes the stoutest heart. Fevers assail the discouraged and underfed home boy. The easily forded streams become rivers, like swirling Niagaras, in a few hours and the terrific thunderstorms paralyze one sensitive to eiretrii'ai iiuiut-in-ca. "There is no pretty little, far off streak in the sky which the amateur photographer can catch on tiis film, hut the air is charged with electricity so appalling in its violet hued and deep orange earth-bound clouds that one has to come to a complete standstill whether walking or riding on the open veldt, so as not to attract the ribbonlike lightning playing around hint and venting its fury on any moving object." ; ^Miscellaneous grading. ?, - tl FOR A PARCELS POST. J ~ o 1 The Fallacy of Some of the Arguments Brought Against It. n) The passage by the senate last week |u J of Mr. Bourne's resolution authorizing an Investigation of the postal system may be the first step toward a parcels post?that Is, a parcels post such as the people of nearly all civilized ^ lands except the United States enjoy. The denial of this great modern ap.... . a pnance to tne American people, is, ^ perhaps, the most flagrant lllustra- j tion of the power of selfish and slnls- A ter Interests in the country. Just as j soon as a parcels post Is suggested o] the rich express companies and those a that are Interested in their stocks and bonds and railroad stocks and bonds p push forward the poor country merchant as the victim of the parcels 11 post. They do this just as the trusts that are opposing Canadian reciproc- rt ity are putting forward the farmer and supplying money to send "grange ^ agents" to Washington. These trusts n, do not care for the farmers any more et than the express companies and their 1,1 stockholders care for the country mer- lf chant. They use both to Impress the sj rural congressman. 81 The fear is, or the pretence is, that a parcels post would enable the peo- e, pie in the country to get their goods 01 cheaper than they can buy them tr from the country merchant, and so u Injure the latter or compel him to sell ) t cheaper. If the parcels post would ?c enable country people to get their ^ supplies cheaper, or enable city people to get food cheaper, are they to be p denied this advantage? If it is to be y< the policy of the government to sup- N port the country merchants, why not w levy a general tax for that purpose? si Why put their support on the country ^ people aione : Forty years ago there were shoe- pi makers in every village. The big shoe 18 factories have driven them out of busiqess. There were wagon makers, xw plough makers, carriage makers. All -> of them have been put out of business * by the big manufacturers. Farmers will not buy a home-made plough or a home-made wagon or home-made c< shoes, because they can buy better ones from the factories for less money. All these mechanics were an advan- ai tage to the communities in which they it lived. But the government did nothIng to protect them. All of them "( have found other employment, and in the farmers are prospering, and have d< the advantage of better machinery, ~ ploughs and vehicles than they had in ^ the olden time. ,m The arguments we hear from the ai , ignorant or interested opponents of the parcels post are old and familiar. |r It was protested that the railroads pi would injure the rural communities because they would put the stage ^ coaches out of business and take the rt trade away from numberless wayside st taverns, and would destroy the breeder's market for his horses. The rail- w roads came, however, and the countrv still lives Tn Flneland riots took V! place when labor-saving machinery was put in the cotton mills. In Mary- bl land violence was threatened when c< binding reapers were first employed, Every advance in civilization is opposed by those employed in the old vl methods and by those individuals who C( think they will lose money by It. ?s In point of fact, the parcels post ul will not hurt the country merchant. d< The country merchant Is hurt now by Inefficient railroad service and by the heavy express charges. It will not Is hurt him to give him better transpor- SI tation at cheaper rates. His trade is mainly In heavy articles, which the postal service could not handle, or in ? articles which he gets by railroad freight In great bulk. tl The parcels post would not be any m innovation. It would be only the enlargement upon a reasonable basis of .' the present parcels post system. That ^ Is, It would merely increase the size of g the package which would be received , in the mails, from four pounds, the d( present limit, and make a reasonable reduction from the present rate of . sixteen cents a pound. Even after the the parcels post Is established, there t* will be plenty of business for the express companies. The great bulk of w *u 'I ~ Kuolnaoa onnh f nr InciQnpp LII??U uuomvoo, ouvn, ?x/i transporting oysters and fruit by the carload or goods and produce in large , quantities would be untouched. The postoffice would compete with them in tr less bulky packages, and a large part of the postal business would be In v carrying packages to points which the * > express companies do not reach and p In bringing to the cities packages of V( food which now is wasted on the ^ farms for lack of transportation.? jj. Baltimore Sun. ^ A GENSENG FARM. W ti. Raising the Curious Roots That Sell PI For $8 a Pound. k, Owing to years of systematic hunt- TI ing for its roots very little genseng re- tr mains growing in its natural state in the woods, and in order to supply the m demand it has been found necessary n< to resort to artificial cultivation. A correspondent of the Fir News describes the genseng gardens in Rut- m land county, Vt., started six years di ago from wild roots, though the subsequent plantings have been from P(< seeds. The seeds planted in the fall to do not come up until the second year. n( The beds were made of sand, well- I1* ru rooteu horse manure, leaf mold and the se like, forming a soft soil such as Is dt found about the roots of trees in the j*'1 woods. The soil is mulched each fall with old leaves. A network of slats it is built over the beds to stimulate the Yi shade of the woods, as frequent sunshine upon the plants invariably kills them. Ry exercising due care in the prep- SP aration of the beds the plants thrive *h as well as they do in the natural state, to Very few weeds grow among them on P' account of the shade, and consequent- **n ly they need very little attention ex- th cept in case of blight, which occasion- th ally attacks the plants and retards th 'heir growth. A spraying of Bor- ol deaux mixture is effective In checking gs this blight. The root, which gets its growth in de five or six years, is the genseng of pr commerce and is called ir.anroot, be- "J cause it frequently assumes the form in of a human body. The first frost of sa autumn knocks down the plant and na the matured roots are then dug and ^ dried ready for market. Ice and snow rpj have no effect upon the roots and ro they grow from year to year. The ou beds under cultivation are so planted re that one matures each autumn. The dried roots are worth seven to ight dollars a pound in this country, tough the Chinese, who consume by ir the larger portion of genseng prouced pay a much higher price for it. enseng thrives best In cold climates, nd Is extensively grown In Canada, arthern New York and the New Engind states. JEWISH IV iS. nions of Uncles and Nieces?First Cousins. Marriages of uncles to nieces are not llowed in any part of the United tates with a single exception, and tat made to Jews only, says the merlcan Hebrew. While first cour*a mov nnt Intormiirrv In ft number f states, yet such marriages are usuI, and rabbis of little and long expeence trequently disregard the law, to jaoty witnout Knowledge of the m i jus consequences ana the same is ue ot jews ot all conditions and lugtn ot residence. vvnile the Taimud permitted, nay tcommenaed, marriages between unit and niece (probably because of a -nuer soncituae tor tne daughter of nes sisier per naps widowed; such a larriage is now everywnere prohlbltl 111 me United Mates, out such a lamage may be contracted by Jews i tne state ot Khode island. There ie promotion as to marriages correjonaing to tne L?vltical taoie of derees, uy statute running back to 1798 ues not extend to or in any way aifect ' ny marriage which shall be soiemnlzi among tne Jews witnin the degrees l amniiy or consanguinity allowed by leir religion. cut the exception really Inures only > the benefit of residents, tor non:sidcnts wnen returning to their domue are likeiy to inhict misery on lemseives anu innocent offspring for lenmnir the laws of their own states. The avuncular marriage has been rohlbited in most states for many iars, but disallowed by statute in >me only during this generation (e. g., ew fork.) Tnis may account for a iuespread popular belief that in some ates it is still allowed. Generally relates of half blood are on the same toting as those of the whole blood, intermarriage of hrst cousins is ronlbited in many states and the list growing. The states which now troid them are Arizona, Arkansas, linols, Kansas, Louisiana, Michigan, issouri, Nebraska, New Hampshire, orth Dakota, Oklahoma, Oregon, ennsylvania, south Dakota and Wyfnlng. Marriage is prohibited to lose nearer than hrst cousins in orth Carolina, Minnesota and Wlstnsin, to those nearer than second tusins in Indiana, Montana, Nevada, hio and Washington. In some countries such marriages re void; elsewhere and generally tey are merely voidable. They are ther null and void from the beginIng or may be annulled even when intracted outside of the state wherei ihe contracting parties have their >micile or residence, while penalties t home await those who go out of le state or country to evade the law. enerally ministers who perform such larriages expose themselves to hnes id other penalties. A marriage is said to be void when is good for no legal purpose, and its ivalidity may be maintained in any roceeding in any court between any irtlea, whether in the lifetime of or Iter the death of the supposed huamd, whether the question arises diictly or collaterally. A marriage is lid to be voidable when the lmper- . iction can be inquired into only durig the lifetime of both husband and ife. Until it is set aside it is practically ilid; when set aside it is rendered dd from the beginning. So that the anger to marital happiness, the light to be put on the lives of lnno;nt offspring, is so serious that these mstanguineous marriages are fines to | ie parties as well as to the minister. Nor can one escape the letter and olate the spirit of the law by pro?edlng to another country or state here such marriages are legal. This ( also prohibited by statute and reg lariy Dy me aecisions. a reaerai jcison not reversed makes the mar- , age of uncle and niece legally cel>rated in a foreign country illegal are, despite the comity usually extlng between countries in this reject. The Last Ditch of ths Slavs Raider. 1 -When seventeen civilized nations sreed In the Brussels congress to ork together for the suppression of ' le slave trade the concerted moveent to wipe it out began. Since , len every Arab slaver has been , riven out of the Belgian Congo, their , chest harvest field. Slave trading , is been suppressed In Germany and , rltish East Africa, In Nyasa Land, , i the two northern divisions of Rho- ( asla, in the French Congo and in i arthern Nigeria. The cloud that , wered over 70,000,000 of helpless ! itlves has been lifted. Till this bet- ] r day dawned they did not know ( te shouts of the slave stealers, and hen they went to sleep but they , r every slave that was led to the ] arts about seven perished in the at- ] ick or on the terrible journey. , The French suppressed the slave ade on all their African coasts in 148. Among the first to close their | frlcan ports against the exportation ' slaves, it now devolves upon the j rench nation to wipe out the last j 'stige of slave raiding in central frlca. Their territory of Wadal, in | le central Sudan, is the last strong- ] aid of this nefarious traffic. < The business has still thrived in | radai though everywhere else prac- ( cally suppressed. The Arabs and lelr native allies have found It very i ofltable to cater to the slave mar- < -ts or Tripoli ana the sanaran oases, he first heavy blow struck at their ade was when the French, about iree years ago, declared it illegal to ansport slaves across their vast doain In the desert. The risks are >w so great that the business has ?come unprofitable. The most re>nt evidence of this fact Is an uniccessful effort of some Arab slave erchants to smuggle over a hun ed negro slave women across the >sert to Tripoli. Put slave raiding is still encouragI by the demand for slaves In the wns of Wadai, and the French are >w facing this problem. The couny Is very large and the French ive not yet acquired effective posssion of the whole of It; but the ty Is not far distant when the Arab ave power will be rooted out of its st stronghold and "the open sore the world," as Livingstone called will be a thing of the past.?New t ork Sun. 1 Why "Jack Robinson" Is Quick.?A. y >xen Ferguson of Oxford university, j eaking of the old-time ballads, said , at as most of the public executions ok place In some park or market- I ace, where everybody could be pres- 1 it, the onlookers oftentimes amused j emselves by singing ballads giving i e entire history of the victim, and * is Is the reason why so many of the j d songs are concerned with the 11 lows tree. Particularly interesting also was his 'scriptlon of the origin of the ex esslon "quicker than you can say ack Robinson." heard so often both England and America. It came, he id, from an old ballad about a sailor tmed Jack Robinson, who returned Portsmouth, England, to find his d sweetheart married to another, te poor sailor vowed that he would am the seas forever, which he set it to do almost before his friends alized what he was doing. They lied after him. but he was gone.? jston Transcript. CONFEDERATES IN CONQRE83. They Largely ' Outnumber Statesmen Who Wop# the Blue. Fifty years after the first guns of the civil war sounded the congress of the United States is comparatively in control of the Confederates. If the battle roll of the house and senate were called today it would show more Confederate veterans In each branch of congress than survivors of the armies of the blue. There are veterans of many battles and survivors of many trying situations. In the senate there are six of these Confederate warriors. Three of them, Senator Bacon of Georgia, and Senators Johnston and Bankhead of Alabama, were captains In the southern ranks; the others, Senators Martin -0 tri?i?u mKamm?/\n n# T ahialono uL v lrgiuia, x uut uvun w? uvwhkw^w) and Tillman of South Carolina, fought either as privates in the regular army or as members of cadet corps that were enrolled for active service. In the house of representatives there are eight Confederates, including Brig. Gen. George W. Gordon of Tennessee; Major Charles M. Stedman of North Carolina; Capt. John Lamb of Virginia, and William Richardson of Alabama. The other Confederates Include Representative Talbott of Maryland; Rucker of Colorado; Taylor eft Alabama, and Estopinal of Louisiana. The only Confederate general in congress is Representative George Washington Gordon of Tennessee. At the recent Confederate reunion at Little Rock, Ark., Gen. Gordon was a prominent figure. His history is a striking one. He was captured three times, dangerously wounded once and slightly wounded several times; was in every important battle participated in by the Tennessee troops, and was finally taken prisoner and removed to Fort Warren, Mass., where he was held until three months after the war was concluded. Two men in the house of representatives?Capt. John Lamb of Virginia, and Major Charles M. Stedman of North Carolina?wer*- with the 1,200 Confederates who fought the battle of Bethel, the first battle of the war, and were still fighting with the Army of Northern Virginia when Lee laid down his arms at Appomattox, April 9, 1866. The records show that only twelve men enjoyed this distinction. Atterson W. Rucker. now a representative from Colorado, went through a trying prison experience as a 16year-old boy. He enlisted from Missouri with the Confederate forces. He was with Price at the battle of Lexington, and figured in the long running fight under Shelby and Marmaduke from the Missouri river to the south. Senator Martin of Virginia, like Senator Johnson, went into the army as a boy member of a military school brigade. Senator Martin was 17-years old and a student at the Virginia Militarv institute when he was enrolled with the students of that school aa a private in the Confederate army. He served throughout the last year of the war until Lee laid down his arms, In April, 1865.?Washington dispatch to New York Herald. Accidental Inventions. The bayonet la said to have derived its name from the fact th&t it was first made at Bayonne, and its origin Illustrates the proverb "Necessity is the mother .of invention." A Basque regiment was hard pressed by the enemy on a mountain ridge near Bayonne. One of the soldiers suggested that as their ammunition was exhausted they should fix their long knives into the barrels of their muskets. The suggestion was acted upon. The first bayonet charge was made, and the victory of the Basques led to the manufacture of the weapon at Bayonne and its adoption into the armies of Europe, i Not infrequently an invention has been suggested by some trivial event which would have passed unnoticed had not a man with eyes and brains Been it. Argand, a poor Swiss, Invented a lamp with a wick fitted into a hollow cylinder up which a current of air was allowed to pass, thus giving a supply of oxygen to the interior as well as to the exterior of the circular frame. At first Arcand used the lamp with out any chimney. One day he was busy in his workroom and sitting before the burning lamp. His little brother was amusing himself by placing a bottomless oil flask over different articles. Presently he placed it upon the flame of the lamp, which instantly shot up the long, circular neck of the flask with increased brilliancy, 't did more, for it flashed into Arg ind's mind the idea of the lamp by which his invention was perfected. One day the children of a Dutch spectacle maker were playing with Borne of their father's glasses before the door of his shop. Setting two of the largest glasses together, they peeped through them, and were surprised to see the weathercock of the opposite church brought close to their eyes. They called their father to see the strange sight. He looked through th* glasses and what he saw suggested to him the possibility of constructing a curious toy. Galileo, hearing of the toy which made distant things appear close at hand, saw at once what a valuable help it would be in studying the heavens. He set to work, and soon made the telescope. An accident helped Senefelder to Invent lithography. He was a sort of Jack-of-all trades, a writer of verses and comedies, an actor, a fiddler, a painter, an engraver and a printer. He worked at etching on copper but the coppersmith refused to let him have any more plates unless he paid cash for them. He then tried to utilize the old plates by rubbing off the etchings with a soft limestone. At last the copper became useless through many rubbings, and he tried etching on the stone, a plan that did lot work very well. One day, while he tvas polishing off a stone which he intended to etch his mother asked him to write out a list of the linen which the laundress was waiting to carry off. Mot finding a slip of paper or a drop )f ink, Senefelder wrote the list on the itone with printing ink prepared from tvax, soap and lampblack, intending to copy it at his leisure. A few days later when he was about to wipe the writing from the stone he thought he would learn what would be the effect of writing with the prepared nk on the stone if it should be written in with aqua fortis. He bit away * - * J .0 aDOUl me nunureuui pan. ui an mv.11, harged the lines with the ink, took leveral impressions and discovered :hat he had invented the art of llthsgraphy.?Harper's Weekly. Dutch Railroads.?In contrast with he history of Belgium, Germany, France and Austria. Holland alone of ill European countries presents a sitiation where the railroads require protection from the competition of the ranals. Holland thus reverses the general rules which apply in all other counries. Railroad development was renarkably slow in Holland. The first Dutch railroads were short local lines vhile the waterway system was extenilve and strongly entrenched. At length, convinced that she could tot keep pace with other European :ountries by her waterway system tlone, the Dutch government constructed an ambitious line of railroads ronnectlng with the International lines >f Europe. The railroads were built not with 'nvnaMo fl/vtl that thpV WOUld be profitable as Investments but because hey were considered absolutely necessary to save the country from Indusrial decadence. Holland is the only :ountry In the world in which the state has provided both rail and water llghways substantially free of capital harge. The railroads are now operated at a loss to supplement the watervays, which carry 90 per cent of the raffle of Holland.?Review of Redews.