j^j^ ^ I^J * ISSUED SEMI-WEEKLY. l. m gbists sons, Pubu.hers. j % 4amil8 Beursjapeit: J[or th In New York. He could take his choice under her wise guidance. She promised to begin his course of instruction tonight. Never had Bivens's offer seemed more generous and wonderful. His pulse beat with quickened stroke as he felt the new sense of power with which he would look out on the world as a possible millionaire. He gazed over the old Square with a feeling of regret at the thought of leaving it. He had grown to love the place in the past years of loneliness. He had become personally acquainted with every tree and shrub and every limb of the nearby trees. He had watched them grow from his window, seen them sway in the storm, bow beneath the ice, and grow into new beauty and life each spring. He was J ?|J1__ * xorhono Thprc UfL'IUlIig IUU OUWII, |/VI iiupw. ..... were some features of Bivens's business he must understand more clearly before he could give up his freedom and devote himself body and soul to the task of money-making as his associate. He resolved to make his decision with deliberation. But if he should go in for money, he wouldn't forget his old friends, nor would he leave Wash- i ington Square. He would buy that corner plot on Fifth Avenue across the way for his house. There should be two beautiful suites in it for the doc- < tor and Harriet, and from their win- 1 dows they could always see the. old home on the other side. He would buy ' the two adjoining houses, turn them i into a sanitarium, endow it and place < the doctor In charge. And he would I give him a fund of ten thousand a year for his outside work among the l poor. He woke from his reverie with a start and looked at his watch to find he had been standing there dreaming for half an hour. He hurried across the < Square to take a cab at the Brevoort. ' His mood was buoyant. He was 1 I *>? > Ufa nrtftx mnrp throueh IUUMI15 WUI v?? IKV V..V? w__ rose-tinted glasses. At Eight street he I met at right angles the swarming thou- i sands hurrying across town from their work?heavy looking men who tramp- i ed with tired 9tep, striking the pavements dully with their nailed shoes, tired anxious women, frouzle-headed little girls, sad-eyed boys half-awake ?all hurrying, the fear of want and the horror of charity in their silent faces. And yet the sight touched no responsive chord of sympathy in Stuart's heart as it often hud. Tonight he sawonly the thing that is and felt that it was good. He pushed his way through the shabby throng, found a cab, sprang in and gave his order to the driver. A row of taxicabs stood by the curb. He took an old-fashioned hansom from choice. It seemed to link the present moment of his life to the memory of some wonderful hours he had spent, up tneir noses uemnu my wick anu marvel at my low origin and speak in bated whispers about my questionable financial strokes?all have their little secrets. For my own comfort I've made a special study of great fortunes in America. The funny thing is that apparently every one of them was founded on some questionable trick of trade." "Not every one, surely." "In my study of the subflect I ran across a brilliant young Socialist by the name of Gustavus who has devoted his life to the study of the o ein of these fortunes. He has written a book about them. I have read it in manuscript. It will fill four volumes when completed. Honestly I've laughed over it until I cried. For instance, speaking of the devil, here comes Major Viking. His people are no longer in trade. Such vulgarity is beneath them. He comes here because I'm supposed to be worth a hundred million and belong to the inner circle of the elect. There are less than two dozen of us, you know." "Delighted to greet you, major. My old friend and college mate, James Stuart." The proud head of the house of Vik with Nan by his side, years agu. As the cab whirled up Fifth Avenue he leaned back in his seat with a feeling of glowing satisfaction with himself and the world. The shadows of a beautiful spring night slowly deepened as the city drew her shining mantle of light about her proud form. The Avenue flashed with swift silent automobiles and blooded horses. These uptown crowds through whose rushing streams he passed were all well dressed and carried bundles of candy, flowers and toys. The newsboys were already crying extras with glowing advance accounts of the banquet and ball. Stuart felt the contagious enthusiasm of thousands of prosperous men and women whose lives at the moment flowed about and enveloped his own. This was a pretty fine old world after Ul. and New York the only town worth living in. And what was it that made the difference between the squalid atmosphere below Fourth street and the glowing, hashing, radiant, jeweled world up-town? Money! It meant purple and fine linen, delicacies of food and drink, pulsing machines that could make a mile a minute, high-stepping horses and high-bred dogs, music and dancing, joy and laughter, sport and adventure, the mountain and the sea, freedom from care, fear, drudgery and slavery! After all in this modern passion for money might there not be something deeper than mere greed; perhaps 'he regenerating power of the spirit pressing man upward? Certainly he could only see the nrignt side <>i u lomgni and the wonder grew on him that he had lived for twenty-five years in a fog of sentiment and ignored deliberately the biggest fact of the century, while the simpler mind of the poor white boy in Bivens had grasped the truth at once and built his life squarely on it from the beginning. Well, he had set his mind to it at last in time to reach the highest goal of success. if he so willed. For that lie was thankful. As fcis cab swung into Riverside Drive from Seventy-second street the sight which greeted him was one of startling splendor. Bivens's yacht lay at anchor in the river just in front of his house. She was festooned with electric lights from the water line to the top of her towering steel masts. From every shroud and halyard hung garlands of light, and the flags which flew from her peaks were illumined with waving red, white and blue colors. From the water's edge floated the songs of Venetian gondoliers imported from Italy for the night's festival, moving back and forth from the yacht. rQFlraS = ? AS DIXON ^ y Thomas Dixon. The illumination of the exterior of the Bivens house was remarkable. The stone and iron fence surrounding the block, which had been built at a cost of a hundred thousand dollars, was literally ablaze with lights. Garlands of tiny electric bulbs had been fasten ed on every Iron picket, post and cross bar, and the most wonderful effect of all had been achieved by leading these garlands of light along the lines of cement in the massive granite walls on which the iron stanchions rested. The effect was a triumph of artistic skill, a flashing electric fence built on huge boulders of light. The house was illumined from its foundations to the top of each towering minaret with ruby-colored lights. Each window, door, cornice, column and line of wall glowed in soft red. The palace gleamed in the darkness like a huge oriental ruby set in diamonds. Stuart passed up the grand stairs through a row of gorgeous flunkies and greeted his hostess. Nan grasped his hand with a smile of Joy. "You are to lead me in to dinner, Jim, at the stroke of eight." "I'll not forget," Stuart answered, his face flushing with surprise at the unexpected honor. "Cal wishes to see you at once. You will find him In the library." Bivens met him at the door. "Ah, there you are!" he cried cordially. "Come back down stairs with me. I want you to see some people as they come in tonight. I've a lot of funny things to tell you about them." The house was crowded with an army of servants, attendants, musicians, singers, entertainers and reporters. The doctor had been recognized by one of the butlers whom he had befriended on his arrival from the Old World. The grateful fellow had gone out of the way to make him at home, and in his enthusiasm had put an alcove which opened off the ball room at bis and Harriet's disposal. The doctor was elated at this evidence of Bivens's good feeling and again congratulated himself on his common sense in coming. Bivens led Stuart to a position near the grand stairway, from which he could greet his guests as they returned from their formal presentation to the hostess. He kept up a running fire of biographical comment which amused Stu art beyond measure. "That fellow, Jim," he whispered, as a tall finely groomed man passed and touched his hand, "that fellow is as slick a political grafter as ever stole the ear-rings from the sleeping form of a fallen angel. He levies blackmail on almost every crime named in the code. But you can't prove it in court and he's worth millions. His influence on legislation is enormous and he can't be ignored. He's one of the kind who like this sort of thing, and he goes everywhere. Money is power. No matter how you get it. Once gotten, it's divine. Call the man a thief and grafter if you will, but the laws of centuries protect him. There are no rights now except property rights. I'd like to kick him out of the house. I'd as lief a toad or a lizard touched my wife's hand, but he's here tonight, well, because I'm afraid of him." Stuart nodded. "Yes. I tried to send the gentleman to the penitentiary last year." "But you didn't even get on speak* AiA lfnii 0?? lug uisioiar ....... u.v. "No, and?" "You bet you didn't; he's a lawyer himself." "I thought he smiled when he shook hands." "You remember that old Latin proverb we used to get off at college? I was punk in Latin, but I never forgot that? 'Harus pex ad harus picem* when one priest meets another it's to smile! The lawyers are the high priests of the modern world. Only the women support the church." "At least we can thank God there are only a few such men who force their way into decent society." "I guess you are right," Bivens answered, "and he couldn't do it by the brute power of his money only. He has brains and culture combined with the daring of the devil. Still, Jim, most of the big bugs who come here tonight live in glass houses and have long ago learned that it don't pay to throw stones." A titled nobleman passed, and Bivens winked. "The poor we have with us always!" Stuart smiled and returned at once to the point. "Just what did you mean by }hat last remark about glass houses?" "Simply this, old man, that all these high-browed society people wno turn ing grasped Stuart's hand and gave It a friendly shake. His manner was simple, unaffected, manly and the bronzed look of his face told Its story of life in the open. "Not our distinguished young district attorney whom the politicians had to get rid of?" he asked in tones of surprise and pleasure. "The very same," Bivens answered gravely. The major gripped Stuart's hand a second time. "Then I want to shake again and offer you my congratulations on the service you have rendered the nation. It's an honor to know you, sir." Stuart was too much amazed at such a speech to reply before the tall figure had disappeared. Bivens pressed his arm. "That's why I could afford to pay you a million a year." "You don't mean to say that his fortune is streaked with the stain of fraud?" Stuart asked, in low tones. "Certainly. Personally, he's a fine fellow. He's a big man and lives in a big world. His fortune is not less than two hundred million, securely salted down in gilt-edged real estate, most of It. But the original fortune was made by fraud and violence in the old days of colonial history. The elder Viking was a furrier. The fur trade was enormously profitable. Why? Because the whole scheme was built on the simple process by which an Indian was made drunk and in one brief hour cheated out of the results of a year's work. His agents never paid money for skins. They first used whisky to blind their victims and then traded worthless beads and trinkets for priceless treasures of fur. And on such a foundation was the great house founded." "It's incredible." "The facts have been pubiisnea. it they were not true the publisher could be driven out of business. The Vikings maintain a dignified silence. They have to do it, but softly, here is the head of the house of Black Friday. Everybody knows about his father's sins. Yet he was the friend and comrade of the great who were canonized while he was cannonaded. Good fellow, too, all the same breed when you come right down to it, only some of them have the genius for getting away with the goods and saving their reputations at the same time." "For instance?" Stuart asked. Bivens craned his neck toward the stairs. "There's one of them, now, one of the great railroad kings, not one of your western bounders, but the real Eastern, New York patriotic brand, one of the brave, daring pioneers who risked all to push great transcontinental railroads through the trackless deserts of he west?with millions furnished by the government?which they dumped into their own pockets while the world was shouting their praises for developing the nation's resources. "My friend, Mr. Jaines Stuart, Mr. Van Dam." It was with difficulty that the young lawyer kept his face straight during those introductions. Van Dam bowed with grave courtesy, and when he was beyond the reach of Bivens's voice the little dark biographer went on: "Old Van Dam, the founder of the house, whose palaces now crowd Fifth Avenue, was a plain-spoken, hardswearing, God-fearing, man-hating old scoundrel who put on no airs, but simply went for what he wanted and got it. He was the first big transportation king we developed. His fortune was founded on the twin arts of bribery and blackmail. The lobby he maintained in secret collusion with his alleged rivals in Washington while he was working his subsidy bills through congress was a wonder, even in its day. He and his rival with two gangs of thieves publicly lobbying against each other met In secret and divided the spoils when the campaign was over. If a real rival succeeded in getting a government subsidy for a transportation line in wnicn ne naa no share, his procedure was always the same; he began the construction or equipment of a rival line until they bought him off by a big payment of monthly blackmail. His income from blackmail alone was frequently more than a million a year. His sons are fine fellows and doubled the old man's millions in bigger, cleaner ways, as I've doubled mine. But it gives me a pain when these men begin to nose around, inquiring about my early history." "Well, Cal," Stuart broke in with a laugh, "the one thing I like about you is that you have never been ashamed of your humble origin." "Still I'm not without my weak spot, even there, Jim," the little man said, with an accent of pain that startled Stuart. "What do you mean?" "You see that bunch of newspaper reporters over there? They are the ghosts that haunt my dreams. Oh, not what they'll say in their dirty papers. We can control that, we own them. But there's a magazine muekraker among them. He has nosed his way in here tonight as a reporter, for some devilish purpose. He has been down in North Carolina, moving heaven and earth to find my poor old father and mother and get under my hide with a biographical sketch. He has written a volume of lies about them already? but list, here's another one of the great ones you must know, old Grantly, the proud possessor or a ioriune maue in the services of the nation for the nominal consideration of SO per cent profit, a typical civil war nabob." Bivens bowed with exaggerated courtesy to the great man, introduced him and said with a quiet sneer: "The kind that makes me really sick is the patriotic poser. I suppose it was because my dad wasn't a very brave soldier." He laughed quietly. "Remember the day you knocked those brutes down at college for forcing me to make a speech in praise of my father's heroism? I could have died for you that day, Jim." "Oh. that was nothing," Stuart protested lightly. "To you, maybe, but to me?well, as I was saying the great man who just passed is very proud, not only because he is a multi-millionaire, but because his house is supposed to be one of the pillars of the nation. The truth is that during the civil war he formed a 'Union Defense Committee' and raised funds to carry on the war. Incidentally?quite incidentally, of course?he got contracts for supplies from the government and made millions by th frauds he practised. One of his tricks was the importation of worthless arms from Rurope which he sold the government at enormous profits. He made more than a half-million selling these worthless guns to the state authorities of the north. The Hall Carbine was his favorite weapon, a gun that would blow the fingers off the soldiers who tried to shoot it, but was never known to do any harm to the man who stood in front of it. I never knew what the fellow meant when he said 'Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel,' until I became personally acquainted with that gentleman." Bivens bent low and whispered: "The sweetest memory of my life is that I pulled a couple of millions of wool out of his hide In the recent panic. Jim, you love to hunt. You don't know what real sport is until you jump a skunk like that in a panic. You go all the way to Virginia to shoot ducks. When you get to my office in Wall street I'll take you on a hunt you'll not forget. What's the use to waste your time for a whole day trying to kill a poor little duck when there are hundreds of big, fat, juicy animals like that roaming around loose in New York!" "I see," Stuart laughed, "that's what you mean by the game." "Surely, m" boy?It's the only game worth playing, this big red game of life and death with a two-footed human beast the quarry." Bivens's little swarthy figure suddenly stiffened and his black eyes flashed. He looked up the stairs and a smile lighted his face. "Now, Jim, here comes one Into whose hide I know you'd enjoy putting a harpoon?a pillar of the church. Look at the cut of those solemn Presbyterian whiskers. It makes me faint to remember how many times I've tried and failed to get my hooks Into him. I know you could land the deacon. I'd joyfully give you a million just to see him wriggle in my hands." Bivens grasped his hand with pious unction. "A glorious night, deacon. I know you won't stay for the ball, but if you'll do justice to the dinner I'll forgive you." The deacon murmured his thanks and hurried on. "It's evident that however much he loves the Lord he don't love you, Cal." "No, he's just afraid of me. That's why he came tonight Jim, If you can get even with him for me, I'd give you the half of my kingdom." "Why don't you like him?" "Because he has slipped through my hands like an eel every time I thought I had him. His specialty is piety. | That makes me tired. I'm a church member myself, but I don't trade on . my piety." "Well, there couldn't have been anything crooked about his fortune?" Bivens chuckled softly. "No. It was a masterpiece of fine art! His father was the original founder of the importing trade graft. He was the first man to discover that a colossal fortune could be made over night by swindling the United States envernnii?ut at the DOrt of New York. His people have been noted for their solid and substantial standing1 in the business world. The head of the house was known as the premier among the high-toned business men of the old school. His family set up his statue in a public square in New York. I suppose they bribed the city fathers to get a permit. Well, one day before this statue was unveiled a plain little honest fool of a U. S. treasury agent got onto the old man's curves and the government brought suit for a part of what he had stolen. Old William Crookes paid into the treasury the neat sum of one million and compromised the case. Some of his modern imitators with their false weights and scales haven't been so wise." "The world has never heard of this ?that's funny!" Stuart exclaimed. "Not so funny, Jim, when you think of the power of money to make the world forget. God only knows how many fortunes In America had their origin in thefts from the nation during the civil war, and the systematic frauds that have been practised on our government since. I've turned some pretty sharp tricks, Jim, In stalking my game in this big manhunt of Wall street, but at least I've never robbed the wounded or the dead on a battlefield and I've never used a 1- Intn vnvorn. IOI.ICII, I" < ...v? w.._ D~.. ment vaults at Washington. I'm not asking you to stand for that." "If you did?" "Yes, I know the answer, but speak softly, his majesty the king approaches ? long live the king!" Bivens spoke in low, half-joking tones, but the excitement of his voice told Stuart only too plainly that he fully appreciated the royal honor his majesty was paying in this the first social visit he had ever made to his home. The little financier's eyes danced with pleasure and his delicate hand trembled as he extended it to the great one. The king gave him a pleasant nod and grasped Stuart's hand with a hearty cordial grip. He was a man of few words, but he always said exactly what he thought. "I'm glad to meet you, Mr. Stuart. You've done us a good turn in sending some of our crooks to the penitentiary. You've cleared the air and made w ?r>??iiiiA for an old-fashioned bank er to breathe in New York. It's a pleasure to shake hands with you." The king passed on into the crowd, the focus of a hundred admiring eyes. Bivens could scarcely believe his ears when he listened with open mouth while his majesty spoke to Stuart. "Great Scott, Jim!" he gasped at last. "That's the longest speech I ever heard him make. I knew you had scored the biggest hit any lawyer has made in this town in a generation, but I never dreamed you'd capture the king's imagination. I'm beginning to think my offer wasn't so generous after all. Look here, you've got to promise me one thing right now. When you do go in to make your pile it shall be with me and no other man." Nan passed and threw him a gracious smile. "It will be with you, if I go, Cal, 1 promise." "Well, it's settled, then. Your word's as good as a government bond. His majesty is in a gracious mood tonight Watch him unbend and chat with the boys." s "At least, Cal," Stuart broke in, jc' i Ingly, "there's one exception to your i i indictment of all great fortunes." "That's the funniest thing of all," > Blvens whispered. "He's not an ex> ceptlon. Understand, I'm loyal to the ^ i king. He's a wonder. I like him. I i like his big head, his big shaggy 1 eyebrows, his big hands and big feet. i I like to hear him growl and snap his ^ i answer?'Yes', 'No'?that means life ^ or death to men who kneel at his feet. . ta He's a dead game sport. But he, too, has his little blots in his early copy- ^ books at school if you care to turn the pages." "No!" Stuart interrupted, incredu- ? vv lously. Bivens glanced about to make sure he could not be overheard and continued In low tones. "Yes, sir, he turned the Bllckest trick j on Uncle Sam of all the bun^h. He ^ was a youngster and it was his first deal. When the civil war bvoke out re the government had no guns for the volunteers. He learned that there were arc 5,tyD0 old Hall carbines stored away ai*ong the junk in one of the national CO arsenals In New York. He bought ^ these guns (on a credit) for a song? about $3 apiece?and shipped them to ^ General Fremont, who was in St. ^ Louis for arms. Fremont agreed to ^ pa^ $22.50 each for the new rifles and ^ closed the deal at once by drawing on , i Icj the government for enough to enable the young buccaneer to pay his $3contract price to Uncle Sam In New Yofrk and lay aside a snug sum for a ^ rainy day besides. fco hen Fremont found that the guns we^e worthless, he advised the government to stop payment on the balance. It was stopped on the ground of fraud. And then the youngster show- ^ ed the stuff he was made of. Did he crawl and apologize? Not much. He sued the United States government ? for the full amount and pushed that CO suit to the supreme court. In the face W! of the sneers of his enemies he won, " and took the full amount with inter- cc tr eat He's the king today because he was born a king. His father was a millionaire before him. He's the great- t0 est financial genius of the century." V Bivens paused and a dreamy look *? came into the black eyes. '{Jim," he continued with slow em- m phisis. "I'd rather get my fingers on g( his. throat in a death-struggle than vc lead the combined armies of the world to victory." Stuart was silent. The financier moved uneasily and asked: "What are you brooding over now?" 88 "I was Just wondering why the devil yc you've taken the pains to tell me all e* these incredible stories about the great ones here tonight?" 8,1 "And I answer with perfect frankness. When you come in with me It must be with your whole soul, without n? a single reservation. When It comes bl to the critical moment of your declsion It may turn on a sentimental whim te ?a question of high-browed honor. I fa want you to come with your eyes wide open. I want you to know that I'm no th better, no worse, than the best of the 44 big ones whose names fill the world w with awe. Every word I've told you m about them is true and a great deal c0 more that will never be told; and mind you there's not a Jew among the w fellows I've sketched. There are two men in New York of old Scotch ances- m try who have more money than the ge whole Hebrew race in America." se "The stuff you've told me seems be yond belief." ar "Exactly. That's why I wanted you " to know. The truth is, Jim, you'd Just as as well face it at once. I am asking you to resign your place in the old SF academic world to enter commerce, the real modern world. Pommerce is built on the power to over-reach. Isn't deceit the foundation of all successful trade? The butcher, the baker, the candle-stick maker, the banker, the Yi broker?their business is all alike. A trader is a trader, one who clutches and fights his competitor and lays traps for his customers, In short, his ^ victims. A trader is one who by hook or crook beats down the price at which he will buy below its market value and ^ marks It up to the limit of his victim's credulity when he sells. That's the grain of truth beneath the mountain of ^ chaff in the old aristocratic hatred of ^ people who are in trade. The world has outgrown this hatred. The age of the aristocrat is past." J "I'm not so sure of that," Stuart answered, thoroughfully. "The old aris- ^ tocracy had their weaknesses. They C were always gamblers and the devotees of licentiousness. But they despised lying and stealing. And the feudal code of the old patrician bred a high type of man. The new code of the liar has not yet made this demonstration. The grace, elegance, breeding and culture of the past are no longer binding laws on the new masters of the world. I think you may get on a while without the patrician, but the *.r fr question is how long can you live without his virtues?" m IS An answer was on Bivens's lips when the soft tones of hidden oriental w' gongs began to chime the call for din- 8 ner. The chimes melted into a beautiful piece of orchestral music which 8,; seemed to steal from the sky, so skil19 fully had the musicians been concealed. lU Ci Nan suddenly appeared by Stuart's side, and he was given the honor of ',? leading his hostess into the banquet hall, before even the king, while the T' great ones of earth slowly followed. /nv? f~*rin H n 11 Prll \ J. V? t?v , th ? Cipriano Castro, the noted ex-pres- C ident of Venezuela, is giving some concern to that government, more be- , i b< cause the Venezuelans do not know i tr what he is doing than because they are aware of his movements. The govern, ment is anxious to learn his where- ? E abouts. as it has been informed that ^ Castro is planning a revolution against the administration of President Gomez. | The sudden and complete disappear- 11 ance of Castro from Las Palmas, Ca- sc 1 nary Islands and his reported sailing, 31 ostensibly for Havana, have caused pc some anxiety, although the govern- ^ ment announces that it is fully pre1 pared to meet any armed invasion. I At Washington the latest advices of the es state department indicate that Castro di , is still in Lisbon. The department is closely watching his movements and relying upon the co-operation of other 31 [ governments to prevent his return to M Venezuela. When his present activity w was first rumored it was reported that he was bound for Cuba to operate ' 1 against Venezuela. The department , communicated with the Cuban govern- of , ment and received assurances that any such designs would be quickly frustrated. ai pisttUaneous grading. WILSON ON LAWYERS. ew Jersey's Big Governor Tells Some Plain, Blunt Truths. Gov. Woodrow Wilson spoke recently i the New Jersey Bar association and s address must have been painfully ank to the legal fraternity. It cer.Inly Is refreshing to the people of le country to have their case against ie delays and technicalities of the w as practiced by modern lawyers it an rilnlnlv and forcefullv. Gov. rl1son, among other things, said: "The people of the United States are a very critical mood as to the lurts," said Gov. Wilson, "and while e respect for the courts Is Inherent us all, It certainly has been strainI. As for myself, I have a deepated, I might say an Incorrigible, verence for the courts. "When I look around me," said the vernor, "It astonishes me to think what I might have come If I had intlnued the practice of law. Still, I ive been teaching law all my life and ive been In touch with the currents lawyers' thinking. This profession ls not undergone the same llberallzg in this country of ours that has atnded It In other countries. In Amera alone has It remained a truly techcal profession. "It used to be that the lawyer occued a position analogous to that of the mlly physician. He was the special iunsel of the citizen, the family and communities. He Is that no longer, e deserved the confidence that was ven to him then. "There are a few men who still bear at relation, but they are very few. 9U here before me are specialists in chnical advice along very narrow les. Most of you are advisers of the irporations. I know many lawyers ho, when a general law question imes up, are obliged to go out and y to find a lawyer. "The task that is on my shoulders, find a man suitable for judge, is a ;ry hard one. The field, I may say you, Is getting mighty small. If you ive to get a Judge you must find a an that knows the general law. It is Jttlng so that you have to catch 'em >ung and make them judges. "The community does not any longregard you lawyers as a body of tides of its affairs. The trouble is at you have abandoned statesmanilp to climb to technicality. I am not ylng this by way of criticism, but >u are now in the business of giving :pert advice of technical matters, his I may say to you is not a profeson any longer; it is a business. "We have intensified our technlcalles. We have constructed so impregible a tangle of technicality, an amlsh of technicality that surrounds e law and the courts that we must ar the veil away In order to see the ee of the facts. "We must tear away the shell to get e kernel, and It seems to the people i if It were all shell, and as If there asn't going to be any core. Now, you ay restore your profession to the infldence of the people, If you will, ou may do It In a single year, If you ant It done. Why do you not do It? ou say you are acting for the comunlty. If you are, why do you not t rid of the technicalities Instead of tting up difficulties anew. "Let me say that these difficulties id technicalities will be torn away, this change is wrought without your isistance, it will be wrought to.your scredit. There is no mistaking the tirit of the times. If that spirit Is istile to institutions, those instituons will fall."?Augusta Chronicle. THE VALUE OF THE HEN. ear's Egg Crop Will Bring A Billion Dollars. A billion dollars is set down as the ilue of the poultry and egg products the United States for the present *ar, as estimated by the 1911 catogue of an Incubator company, says e New York Sun. The United States census of 1900 ive the value of poultry and eggs at 80,686,429. In 1905, according to the nth annual report of Secretary Wilm, of the department of agriculture, >ultry products had "climbed to a ace of more than half a billion dolrs in value," so that the farmers' >n now competed with wheat for presence; while at a banquet given by e Washington Poultry association In ecernber, 1909, Secretary Wilson said lat "the poultry and egg products of ie United States in 1908 amounted to 00,000,000, and were second only to ie corn crop in value." The catalogue goes on to say that tola supplied by the government sho.v iat in 1905, 1906 and 1907, the inease was 50 per cent more rapid than om 1HUU lO IttlH, a[1(1 u una laic ui ore rapid increase was kept up for OS, 1909 and 1910, as no doubt it as, then it Is clear that in 1911 we tall have a billion dollar poultry inistry, and with a good margin to tare." Regular poultry courses are now ught at more than twenty agriculral colleges of the United States aid inada, and graduates In poultry husmdry are now receiving diplomas at le rate of several thousand each year tiese graduates are returning to the rms of the country to raise more an 1 'tter poultry by improved methods, or ley are taking places as professional >ultrymen or starting plants of their vn. It is stated that probably more ar.d tter poultry, especially dressed pouly, is delivered daily at Faneuil and uincy markets, Boston, than to any her market place in the world. "New ngland was the cradle of the poultry dustry in North America and the >ultry growers of that section have illy held their own both in the ience of breeding exhibition quality id in the production of prime table lultry, including broilers, capons and le famous soutn snore son roasters, hese soft roasters retail at $2.50 to $4 ich at weights of six to ten pounds, essed." Hundreds of carloads of live poultry e shipped east from Indiana, Illinois, issouri, Iowa, Kansas and other midest states. More than 800 regular mltry cars are now employed in this rvice. Ten years ago the number ' these cars was less than 200. More than 2,000 poultry exhibitions e now held each year in the United States, including fall fairs and winter poultry shows. The different branches of poultry raising as a business include the operation of broiler and roaster plants, eggs farms, duck ranches, the sale of day old chicks, custom hatching, the work of fanciers and so on, the successful fancier being now known more generally as a poultry breeder, because of the increase in the commercial value of his work. There are now thousands of experienced poultrymen in the United States and Canada who make a regular business of breeding standard bred fowls, their annual production varying from small flocks to thousands of birds. Prices obtained for this stock range from $1 to $100 a head, with occasional sales reaching such figures as $200, $300, $500, $800, $1,000 and even $1,500 for extra choice breeding stock or exhibition specimens. Similar prices now prevail in England also for exceptional quality. Eggs for hatching from standard bred fowls now sell freely at prices tnat would nave been declared impossible twenty or thirty years ago. Customary prices range from $1 for thirteen eggs to as much as $10 an egg. One poultryman sold 4,534 eggs last winter and spring for $9,068, at the rate of $2 an egg. Some specialists of popular varieties now receive from $1 to $5 each for hatching eggs from choicest specimens, and the demand for them is greater than the supply. Day old chicks now sell in great numbers at from 10 cents to $5 each, according to the quality of the parent stock. But it is still the poultry produced annually on the farms of the United States that form the solid foundation of the country's great poultry business. The poultry fancier, so called, has done and will continue to do a great work, but the farmer is the natural poultryman, and It is on the farms of America that the thousands of tons of poultry meat are produced and the millions of dozens of eggs are laid aooVi voop T t la tho formftr and his everyday helpers who are sending to market the tralnloads of poultry and egg products, it (is the farm product that must be considered in tabulating the immense figures that pile up into a billion dollar poultry Industry. KIDNAPPING KINGS. Many Attempts Made to Change Dy? nasties. Not only Is the kidnapping of a ruler or of a scion of royalty an ever present peril and a source of Intense anxiety to the police of Europe, but it also adds not a little to the cares and worries of royal parent/:. It Is difficult, however, for people in this country, when we consider the freedom enjoyed by the children of King Oeorge and Queen Mary, to imagine the fear which haunts such royal parents as the czar and czarina, the king and queen of Italy and King Alfonso and Queen Victoria of Spain. It is in such countries of unrest and intrigue that the plans of kidnappers of royalty have to be guarded against as much as the plots of assassins, and night and day the royal children are guarded by trusted servants. By stealing a member of a royal house, political plotters, of course, mlcht ho nhlo tn rhaneo a dvnastv: and it was generally believed that the unsuccessful attempt to kidnap King Alfonso when he was four years of age was the result of a plot of the more advanced members of the Carlist party, who believed that by carrying the little fellow off and holding him for ransom they would be able to induce his mother to surrender, In his name, the throne to the Legitimist party. One of the most daring of kidnapping plots was that which resulted In Prince Alexander of Bulgaria being seized on the night of August 21, 1886, a year before he abdicated, and carried off into Russian territory until the protests which reached the czar from nearly every foreign coUit in Europe led him a few days later to order the prince's release and safe conduct to the frontier. The cause of the kidnapping was to be found In the fact that Prince Alexander, who owed his election to the rulershlp of Bulgaria to the backing of Russia, refused to redeem certain promises which he had made to Alexander III. and his government. Doubtless It was hoped to force the prince to keep his prom ises by a period of captivity. As a matter of fact it has often been said that he abdicated because of a pledge extorted from him by kidnappers while he was in their hands. Prince Alexander was succeeded by Prince Ferdinand, who has on two occasions been in danger of kidnapping by plotters among his own subjects, who dissatisfied with his rule, arranged to seize him at night and convey him to the mountain fastnesses on the Macedonian border and to extort from him there his abdication of the throne. Failing in this, they have endeavored to kidnap his children, and in 1900, when the young crown Prince Boris and his brother Cyril were six and five years of age respectively, a determined attempt was made to kidnap the boys from Sandrovo, the favorite country seat of Prince Ferdinand. The little boys were at play when suddenly there appeared on the scene some men in Macedonian garb who seized the children in their arms and rushed toward the hills, but the attendants were quickly in pursuit and the men were compelled to abandon the children before they had gone very far. One of them was shot, and from him the details of the conspiracy were obtained. A remarkable story of how the Fenians plotted to kidnap Queen Victoria on the occasion of her visit to Ire* 1 1 ? 41 1 fllQ U'QQ rp. lanu in llie uuiunni VI - vealed at the trial of John O'Leary, the famous Fenian leader, who died in Dublin a year or two ago. The plan was to kidnap the queen while she was visiting the country seats of the Duke of Leinster and several other Irish noblemen and carry her majesty off to some fastness in the Micklow mountains, there to hold her prisoner until her ransom was paid in the form of home rule for Ireland. It was a wildcat scheme, but would nevertheless have been carried out had it not been for the sudden illness of one of the leaders of the plot. Louis II. King of Bavaria, the predecessor of the present mad King Otto, in 1886 conceived a plot for kidnapping the present king of Italy. King Louis's idea was to capture the young crown prince, as he then was, and carry him off across the border to some remote castle of the Bavarian Tyrol and keep him there in captivity until his father, the late King Humbert, consented to restore Rome to the papacy and to withdraw from the Eternal City. It was really the discovery of this plot which led the Bavarian cabinet to place King Louis under restraint.?Tit-Bits. TRAVELING TOO FA8T. Some People 8ay Swearingen Charged Graft When He Didn't. The following editorial article from the Anderson Daily Mall is chiefly remarkable for the number of misstatements it contains: "The Charleston News and Courier has nominated Superintendent of Education Swearingen for the governorship. We do not take to this nomination very enthusiastically. Mr. Swearingen Is the right man In the right place now, and if he can curb his Impulsiveness, and refrain from charging graft where graft doubtless never ex loit-u, we wouia iavor retaining' mm as superintendent of education." The News and Courier has not nominated Mr. Swearingen for the governorship. It did say that it agreed with The Yorkvllle Enquirer that if Mr. Swearingen were a candidate for the governorship he would receive a handsome vote, and that if elected he would make a good governor, but it added that it thought that Mr. Swearingen in his present position had ample opportunity for the time being to render effective public service. Mr. Swearingen himself has stated, according to a report printed in the Columbia Record, that he does not intend to become a candidate for governor. Nevertheless, it is entirely possible that he will be considered in this connection In case Governor Blease offers for re-election. As to whether the News and Courier would then consider it a duty to urge Mr. Swearlngen to enter the contest is a matter which the future must determine. A number of gentlemen are being spoken of in this connection? Major Richards, and the Hon. T. O. McLeod, and Lieutenant Governor Smith and others?but it is entirely too early as yet to give any serious attention to the selection of a candidate. We hope, however, that if Governor Blease is in the held that those who desire his defeat will unite upon a single individual to oppose him. Surely the people of South Carolina ought to have learned by this time the folly of splitting up the decent and enlightened vote among several candidates. This has been done repeatedly, with consequences always regrettable and sometimes disastrous. As for the other point made by the Mall, it only remains to be said that Mr. Swearlngen has distinctly disclaimed any charge of corruption. The allegation he has brought against the board is that in awarding the text book contracts the board displayed "an unjustifiable disregard of property rights." This allegation has not been preferred either hysterically or theatrically, as the Mail suggests. Mr. Swearlngen has shown that about 85 per cent of the books in use in the public schools have been changed, and that this change will involve a cost to the public school patrons of fully 8204,* 000. He contends that this revolutionary action was unwarranted. It would certainly seem so. Slurs at Mr. Swearlngen in the circumstances are distinctly out of place. He is one of our most capable public officers and is trying to do his duty, however disagreeable It may be.? News and Courier. ? Columbia State: The Judgment of the Lee county court has been af nrmeu oy me supreme cuui t m mc case of the State against Lena Smith. The opinion is by Associate Justice Woods. The appeal is from an order of Judge Prince, quashing an indictment for assault and battery with intent to kill, on the ground that L A. Morse, clerk of the court of common pleas and general sessions for Lee county, and ex-offlcio one of the jury commissioners who had drawn the grand jury presenting the indictment, was an uncle of the wife of the prosecutor. The circuit judge took the position that it was in the exercise of his discretion that he quashed the indictment because of the relationship, and he is upheld by the supreme court. "The circuit court," says Associate Justice Woods, "thus clearly expressed that it was in the exercise of his discretion that he quashed the Indictment because of the relationship of the clerk to the prosecutor. I have held in this case what I meant to hold in the case of the State vs. Perry and the State vs. Henderson. It seems that I did not make myself clear in those cases. I thought in the exercise of my discretion that a man within the sixth degree was too close to participate in the drawing of the Jury. That is what I Intended to hold and I am still of the opinion, and I am certain that a man within the third degree is too close kin. 1 think that we must not only deal fairly with alleged criminals before the courts, but we must appear to deal fairly with them, so that the public will not get an erroneous iueu. that there was any unfairness committed toward the parties." "After a review of the case. Justice Gary for the court thus states the rule in State vs. Perry, 73 S. C.? 199. 'The correct rule is that the consanguinity or affinity must be such as would reasonably lead to the presumption that the jury commissioner would thereby be affected in such manner as to impair the proper discharge of his duties and this fact must be determined by the presiding judge in the exercise of sound discretion. It would tend to retard the trial of cases very much to adopt any other rule.' It may be well to remark that the trial judge in exercising his discretion is not restricted to the consideration of the degree of relationship only. The court may inquire whether the case had arisen and whether the officer knew of his pendency when the jury was drawn. These and other pertinent inquiries, in addition to the fact of relationship may well enter into the exercise of the discretion of the court. The trial judge, in this instance, having exercised a reasonable discretion in quashing the indictment, this court can not interfere. The judgment of this court is that the Judgment of the circuit court be affirmed." When Knights Were Cold.?MontyMollycoddle closed the window. Freddie Freshair opened it. Then they -? ~? ...k nlkur iruwneu ai cav.11 uviivi. "Do you mind lowering the window old chap?" said Monty. "This weather's exceedingly treacherous, and on these chilly evenings one can't be too careful." "On the contrary," retorted Freddie, "one can kill oneself with care." "Yes; but It's easier to kill oneself with a draught," observed Monty. "Nonsense!" replied Freddie. "Look at all these modern cranks, and compare them with our splendid ancestors. They don't stand comparison! And our ancestors didn't take medicines, or stay in stuffy rooms, or bind their necks with woolen comforters when they went out." "I know they didn't," answered Monty. "And where are they now, old chap? All dead!"?Answers.