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ISSUED SEMI-WEEKLT^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ? l x. OMST'S 80X8, Pabiiihen. } % dfamilj Unnsppf?: 4or tli? Jlromotiim of ft? f)#titi?al, ?a?iat, ^jri?altu?al and Commi?cial Jntmsta oj th? ?to||l?. | ...,,, .... * ' ? ESTABLISHED 1855. YORKVILLE, 8. C.s TUESDAY, AUGUST 5, 1913. NO. 62. ? " ? ? ? . _ _ The Mie By CHARLES TI Author of Vjhe ?ay of Soult (Copyright 1912, The Bobba-Merrl CHAPTER X Rolling Stones Gather Moss. The following: week Rome had another sensation. The McFetridge twins came back. Now the McFetridge twins belonged to an older and not easily relished annaL They were the nephews of old Howry, the undertaker, and had been the village cut-ups be fore they Inherited the Carmlchael livery-stables. But even a livery-stable did not reform them, and promptly, on attaining their majority, they sold the stable and went off, to the relief of all Rome. What deviltry Hen McFetrldge did not think of in his 'teens, Ben did. They had been a pillar of red neckties by night and -a-cloud of bad cigar smoke by day on the drag-store corner, since they spent their patrimony trying to develop racers in the period when all Iowa went made over trotting and built a mile track in every county and paid fabulous prices for mares and drivers?the days of Allerton and Axtell arid Bud Doble. But the fleetlimbed k.organs have long since given place to Percherons and Clydesdales, and the mile tracks are innocuous county fairs,* or raising corn today; and with the passing of the trotting bankrupt at twenty-one. Occasional rumor and reminiscenses of the McFetridge boys came out of the west as other sons returned, but one bleak day Hen and Ben, rotund and forty, same neckties and bad cigars, were discovered in front of Carmlchael's relating a tale of Aladdin to Rube Van Hart, the broken-down league player. They had registered at the Parsons House, slapped Miss Amelia on the shoulder, dropped their real alllgater skin cases and walked around the Bquare Into every store And office: up-stalrs to Vawter, the artist; blithe ly into tne bacic room or c~ai wee, president of the First National; and to Uncle Mowry's, Dickinson's grocery and all through the court house, bringing a presence of freckles, good living, diamond pins and dizziness. They saw everybody, "Jollied" everybody?within two hours everyone in town knew the McPetrldgo boys had struck It rich. "Same old town, Ben," said Hen. "Same, Hen." answered Ben. "Let's go over to Wiley's and get something in the News about us." But Wiley was off trying to collect bills. He did not see the McFetridgo hoys until he went to the Maccabee's supper at Odd Fellows'Hall that evening. There, with old Mowry, in his long black coat and white tie, at the <1/vnr tt'oro Hon fljld Ben. a self-con stituted reception committee for the ladles. Wiley was always invited to lodge functions and affairs of the sort because, for his share of chocolate cake and coffee and Ice-cream he would have something about it in next week's "News Notes of a Busy Day." He had heard that the twins hadn't changed a bit, except to get fat, and Hen's diamond was In a horseshoe pin, while Ben's was set in a real and immense nugget. Hen and Ben slapped him on the back simultaneously and spilled coffeo over his best trousers. "Hello, Wiley?you old gazabe!" "Still running the old sheet, Wiley, that the old man used to chase us out of?" "Yes. Hello, Hen?Hello, Ben! Yes, I'm making out about the same!" "Poor sledding, ear near *_ .1 iuiuand Cld Thad bumped you when they arranged to have the Earlville papers get over here for early delivery. Say, heard about us In oil?" "Yes." "Big. Tulare fields, California. Hen and me was beating it from one watertank to another one day?fllppered, both of us. Cleaned out In the dray business In Fresno. Well, Hen and me coming down a canon along the track about dark, saw some cow tracks. Now we saw the stars shining up out of those cow tracks. Wiley, if it had been you that's all you would have seen, Just stars shining back from them cow tracks. But Hen and me saw oil." "Ben and me prospected, and lit for town and entered that whole blamed cow pasture. Then we went to Los Angeles, where all the easy marks In the United States come out, and we capitalized them cow tracks. Say, we got more engraved certificates of stock than you can shake a stick at sluing round California this very minute." "Did they bite?" put in Ben? "couldn't keep 'em off with a club!" "Crazy about us," said Hen?"us and the cow tracks. We organized and sold more stock for development, and blew It In; and whenever we wanted more money we assessed the stock and got it. Finally the whole company blew up?Hen was president, and they said they didn't want a president who spent all his professional time at the girl shows in Los." Hen looked at Ben?"Was it good, Ben?" Ben looked at Hen?"Was it. Hen? We made those reorganlzers buy us out at five hundred thou. Good?what, Hen?" "Onui (rool/o fnr mlnp " aiirhed Hen. "First thing Hen says was: 'Let's beat it to the old town back in Iowa and show 'em we got the money.' We climbed into a Pullman at Los and Hen gives the nigger ten dollars to buy a paper. 'Keep the change, nigger,' says Hen, 'we're going back to see the old town.'" Wiley smiled. "I'm glad you did so well." He sighed, stilling a resentment against fortune. He. too, had swung the circle of the west and was back to the old town. And oh, what the McFetridge half-million would have done if he had found it! But they were| right. Wiley would have seen only stars In the cow tracks?he never saw anything but stars, some way or other. But he smiled cordially: "It's great, boys. Come round to the News tomorrow and see me." "Sure. We want some stuff in the papers about us. Who's doing the >LANDERS &NNEY JACKSON i, My Brother't Keeper. Etc. 11 Company.) Barlville Mercury-Journal correspondI ence?" "Miss Amelia Parsons." "Oh, lord!" cried Hen?"we're on? big as a house! We'll have a two-column cut made of us and shove it In. Maybe you can uso one in the News, too." . "Surely," Wiley laughed?since the days when they and Rube Van Hart and all the kids batted flies on the News lot he had er Joyed the McFetrldges. "Same old town, Wiley." "Same old town. Hen." "What it needs is a few funerals. Maybe some of 'em w ill drop dead when they know Ben and me got money. Where can a man get a drink in this town easiest ?" : ? i Wiley looked at Rube Van Hart. Rube winked at Wiley. The Maccabees were cluttering up the hall with cake and conversation, and old Mowry and Hicks, the expressman, with their enormous reception badges of white satin and wired roses, were enough for a welcome committee. Rube winked at Wiley, and the four went out and down-stalra "I'll bet," said Hen to Ben, "that there's been as much bootleg boose drunk at Carmtchael's stable since we sold out as before, and that's going some." Rube arranged a row of beer bottles along the side of a horse stall after an errand to the hay. "Shut the door," he said: "the Methodists are coming home from Mrs. Blake's, and Carmichael's trying to corral an agreement with 'em to do all the hauling for the assembly next summer. Carmlachael's wife is going to Join 'em to cinch It!" "Oh, lord!" roared Ben, "same old town!" "We'll throw a fit into 'em," said Hen: "watch us." Rube and Wiley drank their beer and listened. Poor old Rube, who once had batted .400 with the Cubs, and was now chambermaid to Carraich-' ael's horses; and, Wiley T. Curran, who had the ink on his hands of a three dollar and twenty-flve cent printing Job from the Gem restaurant! They listened hungrily to all this magic? they, too, had come back to the old town! "Say," went on Hen, after all the veat had been rehearsed, "we got a scheme that's a wonder. We're going to buy the tint opera-house." "Crazy about the show business," added Ben. "Why, these old zooks here don't know they're alive," continued Hen. "What do they get here? Swiss Bell Ringers and Flint, the Hypnotist, or some dead one with a picture show on art, that these women's clubs round up. If you want to go to a show you got to go to Earlville, and the blamed cars stop at eleven-flfteen. Now ain't that nice for a man with a girl? Suppose he wants to pull off a little eat after the show?" "Oh, my Aunt Maria!" whispered Wiley softly. "Where?this side of Chicago r* "Leave it to us. We had more fun out in 'Frisco with the show business than anything you ever heard of. These actors and managers think they are wise, and they did get some of our money, but we got our fun. Backed one show and it broke up for twenty thousand?but that's all right. You see there's always a lot of phony shows around waiting: to be financed, and when/ Hen and me sail in line two little angels from the long: uncut, they can't do enough for us. And when we've had all the fun we want we cut the string, and down comes the show?flop!" Wiley's face looked vacant. Rube rubbed his aureate nose. "Four shows now out on the coast wondering what has become of their little angels," said Hen?"but what's the use. We wanted to see the old town!" W llill Hie UIU luttu neeus, ncm un Ben, "Is a silver cornet band, a semipro ball team, and a few hot shows In the tin opera-house." "You can buy It of the Gamble estate for two thousand," said Rube. "Listen. Got something more than that. Morris Feldmart, over at the tentwenty Main street house in Earlville, was telling me about this girl who won the Chronicle beauty prize. Why. he says when she goes to Chicago the vaudeville managers will be climbing over one another to sign her! Morris went out to see her, and old Lindstrom chased him over the fence with a gun, and then prayed for his soul because he couldn't shoot him. Leave it to a Jew to take care of his hide. Morris finished his interview with the cowshed between him and the Dane, but he says we Just got to get that girl." "Get her?" Wiley looked startled. "You mean?" "Sign her, and put a show out. Morris Feldman says he's found a man with a piece, and all they need's the money. And they tell me around town that this little girl's having a tough time of it. All these High street gazooks won't look at her?the Shakespeare club gang and all them." "Yes," murmured Wiley, "it's true. She's not very happy over it all." "Is she pretty as the papers tout her?" "Yes. Isn't she. Rube?" "All the way. If she coached along the side-lines with me pitchln', I'd be rattled clear out of the box." "It's a shame," said Ben, "if she ain't got a chance! Ain't It, Hen?" "It is. We read that paper and we says: 'Little girl, the twins'll stake you with their last cow track!'" "You mean," retorted Wiley, staring at them, "that you're going to back Aurelie Lindstrom to go on the stage?" "You guessed it the first rattle." Hen looked at Wiley with the pity of the money-getter for the dreamer; and Wiley looked at Hen with the reserve of the idealist for the vulgarian. He had his old feeling of doubt when he encountered men of action; the indraw Not yet had she more than dimly grasped her fame?not more than that, east and west, last Sunday, some twenty million blowsy breakfast-feeders had propped the supplement up against the sugar urn, and over their coffee and chops, had scrutinized her full-sheet presentment?that careless Egyptian face upturned, the leaves and blossoms in her hair, the simple gown betraying her slender rounded throat?scrutinized, grunted; read the "lead" of the story, grunted again; and turned to another roll and the "pink un" to scan the football scores. But off somewhere, the gilded world had called her. The letters she got by ing indecision, at times, made him revile himself as a weakling. Aurelie! Aurelie, with her hurt pride, her love that was a tragedy, her wild beating of life against her bars! hundreds, the congratulations and inquiries, curious and kindly, envious and ingratiating, warned her. A New York manufacturer wanted to use her face on his tooth-powder boxes?that was the worst she knew of. And John: Liindstom, in a rage, had seized most of her mail and burned it and forbid-! den her intercourse with the town. She had gone about in a dream, some inef-; fable heartsickness, which Harlan had left with her?she fought it rebellious-, ly with pride and anger and sullen si-; lences. When she made one trip to town she tossed her small head along| High street, conscious that every household hastened to the windows to see her. "There goes Aurelie Lind-I strom?the flrst time she's been out since it happened!" "If" was nnnkpn of in th#> best fa mi lies as one would speak of a surgical operation. But even her former schoolmates didn't banter her?she went past them with hardly more than a nod, and they fell back to discuss her status, her looks, her possibilities?she qouldn't be as handsome as Vawter's silly picture made her! Wiley lounged Into Miss Vance's of-; flee in the court house the next morning after the arrival of the twins. They saw Aurelle go into Dickinson's store, her red dress a brave bit of flame. Mr. Curran sighed, looking at Janet's Arm pen scratching its way across a dis-j trict requisition paper. "Poor little; girl!" he said, "I'm desperately sor-; ry!" Miss Vance's cool gray eyes lifted: "Why?" "AVi T 1rn/\TtT Awltf T'r? K ner\r> _ vjji, x uuu x niivn. viu/ x in 1/C5111ning to think as Harlan did?the whole thing Is horribly vulgar. I never knew Aurelie much before?but she's been at the shop I?I've met her"?he look ed away frowning at his own tremor? "she hasn't any idea of what to do? and there were six proposals of marriage in Saturday's mail!" Miss Vance scratched on: "I should think much good might come of it. As for vulgarity, it couldn't be much worse than her surroundings before. I hope something comes of it for her." "I'm afraid it'll spoil her." "Not necessarily. Wiley, it's like you to accept It Unpractically." "Why, the whole town's laughing at her. And here the McFetridge boys with their ridiculous scheme?" "Why?" Wiley subsided. Janet was always squelching him. "Well," he ruminated, "for a week she made the old town famous?it figured in a Chicago date line six times, and the photographers came and snapped Llndstrom's shack, and the Sinslnawa bridge, and the North Side school where she used to go, and"?Wiley got up and sighed? "well, Amelia Parsons says tne notoriety to Rome was shocking, and the Shakespeare club ought to pass resolutions deploring the whole business!" "Probably they will. They deplored my election also. If Aurelle can go and do anything that otherwise she'd never had the remotest chance of doing, I approve. Miss Conway said she was a very bright child in the eighth grade. And she certainly has appealed to your sentimental self." "Eh, well!" He shrugged. "Janet, the whole thing hit me! The little girl is a deal like myself, I fancy. A soul In bonds. I was, Janet?you remember?" He raised his hand to the October hillq. "I had to go off foot free and wander and see it all. Something beyond all this. Aurelle's suddenly awakened, too, out of her bitterness? her love?" he checked himself and signed. "I can understand ail mat, janet, My world was gilded splendidly ?and it Is yet, you know. I can't get over It." "Is it true these proposals of marriage she gets?" pursued Miss Vance impersonally. "Rot! Even Aurelle laughs?and tears 'em up! A lot of people bother her, indeed. But she's a sturdy little soul with a terrible simplicity and directness. Wants to be somebody? wants to be somebody! God bless the kid?I can understand!" "Wants to be somebody!" Janet watched him shrewdly. "And you? Wiley, I took you at your word?you're going to run for congress." "Janet!" "I had luncheon with Governor Delroy up in Des Moines last week. Now. please?please?this is not for the News, remember! I told him you had promised to lead his forlorn hope in this district." "Janet, I never held an office in my life!" "Neither did Delroy until he rebelled up there In the north!" She arose and came swirny io mm. wuey, i >c been all over the district at the Institutes, and I say the time has come! You don't know the restlessness against Congressman Hall and this old ! regime. Some live forceful man is go| ing to seize the change and ride on it j to success, and oh, Wiley, I want it to be?you!" "You lunched with Delroy? You? discussed me?" "Yes. He was eager to know of you ?ho'd watched your editorials." Wiley looked quizzically at her. Janet lunching with Delroy, the great new name in the tumult of the new politics! Of course Delroy knew of Janet. The last paper she read to the state teachers on a radical reorganization of the country school system, and the way she forced a favorable resolution through the institute against the opposition of the state superintendent, had attracted everyone's attention. And Delroy, the handsome, dashing, bachelor governor?of course Janet Vance would attract him. He would be glad to listen to a woman who had twice been elected against the hostile conservatism of a reserve county to her superintendency. Curran sighed. "Janet, I couldn't afford it" "Suppose your campaign could he financed?" her cool business smile was on him. And then her enthusiasm broke past it "Oh, .Wiley, it's a big game! A man's game! I never was so interested as In what father and Arne tell me, and what I see is going on over the county! And you're going to be in it! I told Delroy so! They'll build his organization on you and your tight down here?they're eager to break In, and the county so needs lead" ership!" He smiled, but he felt the Inward tremor of the man who is conscious of his limitations of dally nervous force. The need of care of It had held him from many a crucial effort, that supreme hazard of fortune; for the phy sical Integer, after all, Is the factor of success. He had tried to tell himself that youth was done, Its visions, its nobleness, Its lechery; Its easy purity, which is virtue untempted; and Its evil which Is Ignorance of good. But of late had come his rebirth, the surge of aspiration and fine hope to the shallows of his life. Now, with the prodigal years done, should come a man's real work. He reached across the desk for Jan et's hands. "Girl, I'll do It. You can tell them so. I'll make the fight!" She threw back her strong shoulders laughing, the tears In her eyes. That's all I want to know! Just to hear you. speak that way, Wiley! I'm going totelegraph Delroy, and Schemmerhorni of the state central committee, and call: up Mr. Purcell?and father!" He was amazed as she arose with; that imperious decision of hers and1 went out. Janet had always left him! gathering his wits?perhaps that was; one reason why?well, he never could analyze his admiration for Janet. He was at his job-press that after-, < noon, when Hen and Ben McPetridge drove up in a begllded motor. With: them was a fresh-faced young Hebrew) who was Introduced as Morris Feldman of the Majestic Theater. "And"?continued Hen?"we got the little girl all right!" "Got her?" Wiley looked up. '' "Your prize winner. Old man was up in the woods with his dogs, chopping1, brush, and the old lady was off somewhere, and we talked with the girl. Told her we were going to put her out with a show and she most dropped dead." "I should think she would!" gasped Wiley. "She'll get used to our ways," con-j tlnued Hen?"heavy on the Job?eh* Ben?" "Right there?eh, Hen?" said Ben/ "Morris, here, has been tryina to see Miss Llndstrom for a week, but he was afraid of the dogs. But the mlnute he handed her a line of conversa4 tion we had her. He's got a man in Dubuque so crazy about this prizebeauty business that he wrote a play about It. Morris says all the people ' up the valley are crazy about It?and l Lt shows what a dead one this town is. I We can play up and down the state and get on to the Meyer & Sammet circuit later . . . say, think of the paper i we can get out?three-sheet stuff and i the window stuff: 'Miss Aurelie Llnd- ! strom, the (100,000 Prize Beauty win- f ner,' eh, Hen?" i "Got the 'Frisco Morning-glory I Bunch skinned a mile," said Hen. "You're crazy!" retorted Wiley. I "Crazy, maybe," said Ben?"but we < got her name on a contract." "But she can't act!" , "Don't need to," said young Mr. Feld- , man. "Nobody has to know how to act?it's all in the line of dope you put | over. Hand out some bunk that the , public is crazy about and they'll eat it. j And this girl's got it?biggest paper | In the west has been spreading on her , for two weeks now. It's a pippin. I , wanted to bite myself when she signed up. Stelnrnan & Franks were af- , ter her, too?they were going to have , a man down here from Chicago today." . "Those big vaudeville people? I , guess, if she's going in the business at , all, she ought to have gone with them." "Leave it to us," retorted Hen. "Mor* J ris read this here play to us last night ( ?four acts, and in the third they blow up the mill." Mr. Curran sat down on the plat- : form: "Hen, are you in earnest?" "Going to clean up the state. Mor- j ris got an option on a lot of scenery | that was made for the Millie the Mod- | el company; and it blew up, and the stuff's In Dubuque stored. And wait ] till you see our paper. Morris, here, , telegraphed for his booking agent to pick up some people. All to the candy ?eh. Ben?" , M aulri Ron "AnH \t thlfl Millie the Model scenery doesn't fit Hanbury's piece, he's willing to rewrite the play to fit the scenery." Wiley sighed: "Hen, you and Ben are wonders!" "No, we're out for the coin this trip. And to give that little girl a chance. Honest," continued Hen thoughtfully, "she's got me going. And besides Ben and me got fifty thousand dollars of Tulare oil stock to unload and we thought maybe if we spread on this show, It'll advertise us." Wiley looked his concern. "Now, It's ' all straight, Wiley," went on Hen, "and you can say so In your little old sortbacked newspaper. Morris, here, will give you a column of dope that will make this old town weak In the pins. Still Wiley hesitated; he was supersensitive to a degree about anything concerning money despite his unpaid bills. "I?I?don't like It, boys. You see this girl?Well!" he floundered? for an Instant Harlan's name was on his lips' . . . then, after all, what did he know of Harlan and 'Aurelle? He went on doggedly: "She's a good little girl, Hen?after all." "Bet she Is," retorted Hen?"and I'm going to see she gets her chance." The editor watched the machine roll up High street. He went in and sat at his old desk, and lighted his old pipe, and stared at his old shop. He wished that sometime he would grow up. (To be Continued). ? Two negroes, Davis McReynolds. and Jasper Green, were on Tuesday sentenced by the court at Beaufort to dl? in the electric chair at the state penitentiary on September 4, having 1' convicted for the murder of J. R. Cooler, a dispensary constable. STRUGGLE FOB RIGHT. leal Meaning of Progressively In Politics. SEN. HcUDIU ON SUPIEIE ISSUE. True Politician ie the Man Who 8eeka the Advancement of Hie Fellowe, Rather Than the Promotion of Hie Own Intereete?All that ia Good in Government Eaeily Identified ae Havino Oriainated With Almiohtv Qod. Leaving all politics out of the question, easily the most striking development at Filbert last Friday, was ln; that portion of Senator McLaurln's address which undertook to explain the significance of Progressiveness In politics. The speech was remarkable in that it was different from anything of a political nature that has been previousy heard from a South Carolina * % . i ? 1 * HM :m MgMgMgp* '-'^P^h ;.m| > -itjiSfE i * HHkS;: 'j|S| . '.u BUHBSBBre^^^^gg^ M&HBmS,am mE ' wUBBBM^ ''~^*&S& i*r 3?Si I ^?1 it i&k ^wB H 'Hlk r >' ': \I. ?t f; ; i . i HON. JOHN j The man who wanta the south to cor cotton by means of state-owned and ' 4 ' j ' * ' - ' rostrum. Here is what the speaker had to say on the subject: Fellow Citizens: I am not here to talk politics further than what is In accord with the relation which every good citizen bears to his fellow man. Nor am I nere, (as 01ten heralded), as the evangel of a new dispensation, either religious or political. I want to talk about cotton, for I have an extract from the New York World, showing how Congressman Ragsdale and Henry of Texas, have the new currency bill held up, trying to amend It, so as to embrace every principle contained In the warehouse bill, which is now on the calendar of the state senate. They are having a bard fight against Intrenched privilege, but sooner or later, the volume of money must be made to bear its true relation to the products for exchange. It has become a common thing to sneer at men who feel called, upon to follow a public career as "politicians." The word has come to mean to thousands, a low. dirty intriguer with no ambition save the promotion of his personal Interests. The only statesmen are dead politicians. As long as one is alive he is surrounded by the fires of hate and suspicion?a center for the attack of harpies, who care nothing for the welfare of the people they pretend to serve. So many men have small ability coupled with vaulting ambition: these can protect nothing, and only rise by pulling otherfa rlswxrm t%w%A nnlnf Intr Allt th#* Of UW*T1|, UIIU pviiikiiig ? ? _ __ any plan that does not Include the promotion of their ambition. A gang of wolves, when one of their number is wounded, always stops long enough to devour their brother, then give tongue In pursuit of fresh prey. These men are not politicians they are human wolves, ever crouching In terror at the feet of power, but ready at any moment to turn and drink the heart blood, while licking the hand of the master. The true politllcan Is called of God, as much as he who expounds His holy word; he battles for his fellow man through good and evil report; he suffers the slings and arrows of vituperation; If In human weakness he falters and mistakes the road he hears through the dark hours the voice calling and rises, girds up his loins and presses on; he bears with patience and forgiveness the doubt and suspicion of those for whom ne wouia giaaiy give his life, and like the Man of God, he has no reward except In the next world. "Well done, thou good and faithful sevant." You older men, know the conditions that existed twenty years ago, and all of you know them as they exist today. There have been tremendous changes for the better. How have they been brought about? By men who fought error In spite of popular clamor, who pointed out the way of progress, with no thought of Its effect on personal or political fortunes. You remember that greatest of all popular movements, the Farmers Alliance, with Its hated and despised subtreasury plank. Today a president and congress is trying to devise a currency reform based upon this very principle. A government commission Is traveling " ? * airatam f\t OCrl. GiUrope, tuuuyiiig iiic o;oiciii ut . cultural credits abroad, and that all the sub-treasury meant with a view of making the products of the farm abasis of credit. Every one of the great | leaders of the Alliance went down under the load of abuse, many of them broken hearted. Yet today the speeches I of Peffer, Polk, Tom Watson and "Bookless" Jerry Simpson, read like prophecies. Their work was not in vain, even though others reap where they sowed. We older men, remember how sweet those doctrines sounded and how just and right. You remember how the entire representation in congress from South Carolina, on all financial questions, were pledged to stand by these demands and not the caucus of a political party. The Democratic party at that time, dominated by Wall street interests went completely to pieces, then after years of struggle, In the last election the Republican party went to pieces, and the Democratic party went Into power with Bryan and Wilson,' as the culmination of the great up-heaval set in motion twenty-five years ago by the farmers of the west and the south. Tou were told then that no matter how It resulted, you would never be benefitted, but this is not true. Let me ask you older men, who remember the beginning of this fight, to note the prosperous, contented and well to do ap mm ,]Va|?pr | Blsi BH --i IBB ?m|L, mBBplM fivsli#' mHH^H-' - > ;v< ra M^tr."^*1-. !HLv9KI^HB < EBjifc BJ I H IBi3^8 K3^syei^^^B8 I ;1 ' I ! 1 < ?< i <?, 1 V ' I ] I ( I i ; 1 I 1 ? , ! i L. McLAURIN iserve the wealth that comes through operated warehouse,. pearance of the people who make up this great audience, then look back and 1 contrast this crowd, with the anxious 1 faces, and the generally- poverty strlcken appearance in the campaigns about ' 1890. They told you then that the ' practical realization of that revolution 1 meant ruin to all. I ask you today, ' who has been hurt? Such prosperity, as has come to the farmers of the west and south, had , been shared by all other classes of people. And I want to tell you, that this Is only the beginning, for If we continue steadfast and faithful the rewards for productive labor are greate^ than any yet received. Those who clothe and feed this world are entitled | to the greater share of Its comforts and luxuries, and thoy receive less. 11 18 a common i.ning 10 near una man or that lay claim to being the discoverer of progressive principles; : but I want to say to you my friends, that progressive principles are as old 1 as the history of man. Tou will And ! the fundamentals laid down in the book of Genesis. If you will read your ' Bible and then profane history, you 1 will see that the question through all the ages has been the vain and ruinous ( struggle of man made government to ' supersede and overthrow the government framed and perfected by Al- 1 mighty God. J The difference between these con- , tending ideas has overthrown empires \ and built civilization. Man made gov- < ernment has ever been arrogant, selflsh 1 and cruel, while the theocracy which God established for Israel is the perfection of charity and justice, contrib- 1 uting to the peace, comfort and happiness of each individual in exact pro- ' portion to his or her capacity for enjoyment. The only perfect ogvernment ' that the world has ever seen was established by God four thousand yeara - - - ...U J 1 ago, US rorce ana power ib eviueiiueu by the fact, that the Hebrews, though 1 scattered for 2,000 years over all the world, are as distinctly a nation today 1 as they were then. On the other hand 1 every strictly man made government that has ever existed has been h&sed ' upon the idea of the domination of the 1 few over the many. They have either 1 fallen Into decay and perished, or sav- 1 ed themselves as we are doing, by the 1 gradual adoption of the cardinal principles of the old Israelltlsh theocracy. ' And I am here to tell you that what we call "Progresslvlsm" In American ' politics, elected Woodrow Wilson pres- ' ident, and Is nothing more or less than a revolt against selfish man made gov- 1 ernment, back to original principles as ' comprehended In our Declaration of Independence. 1 The American revolution was the ' grandest and most Important event In the world's history since the birth of Christ, and on yonder little mountain, only ten miles from here, your fore- ' fathers fought the battle, which made that revolution an actual reality. That I battle was for God and Right; but you 1 and I know that after It was won, our < 1 1 1J ? tha Biihtlo 1 IfUUCI ? t'UUlU IIUl 1COIO? bitv temptation of ambition, and set up anew, the old principles of privileges for the destruction of which our fathers have poured out their blood. But the eternal principle which God had laid down at the beginning, was definitely and finally unshackled, and today we can see that the world is coming more and more under Its domination. Every intelligent man has noted within the past few years the mighty crystallzatlon of this sentiment. What a similarity there Is between the Roos evelt-Taft split in the Republican party, with the split of the fold wing of the Democracy under Palmer and Buckner, against the Progressives of years ago. This means that the Progressives in both old parties are in a majority and will control the destiny of this country, no matter which party Is in power. I have often asked myself the question, "Why this change of sentiment?" I have heard it explained. In many ways, but none of them are sausiaciory 10 me. i win ten you wmi I think about It After the revolution the people were Ignorant, education was confined to the few. The leaders would shout "Equal rights to all and special privileges to none," and then go in foregathering for themselves all the special privileges to be had. But about seventy years ago the common nohool idea began to find its birth in a modest way. , * Then out of the travail and sorrow of a Civil war, the slave owning caste was destroyed, and a new era dawned. Privilege and wealth began to be taxed, and servitude and poverty taught In the schools That all men are bom free, entitled to the same opportunities and that privilege Is a matter of worth, not birth. A great and eternal truth is about to become In this nation a grand and glorious fact But my friends, I have not come here to talk about the past it Is of the future and the opportunity now open to the south of utilizing her cotton crop to become the dominant factor in the financial world. I would not have you think tnat I regard me question as one of mere money, but I recognize the fact, that with wealth goes Intelligence culture and an ever advancing clvlllsa-.' tlon. Here the senator gave a full exposi-< tlon of his well known views of state owned and operated warehouses for agricultural products. In the course of his remarks, he referred With approval to an editorial in the News and Courier on the subject-of the proposed $50 tax on contracts for future delivery] Baying If It was paid, it would come out of the cotton grower, as every ex-j pense from the gin-house to the fac-> lory was deducted from the price paid the planter. The way to do was to give cotton a stable price like the cofTeej growers of Brazil did, then there woulq be no Bulls and Bears, and thto ex-i changes would serve their legitimate purpose as the coffee exchanges are now doing all over this world. If you get a doctor who can't diagnose the case, he Is apt to give you the wron^ medicine and kill you. Cost of Intervention.?Cost of Inter mention in Mexico Is something inai American statesmen need to consider now. That was a consideration with the Taft administration and it is no less so with the present one. "Intervention means a terrible toll of American lives," That statemenj which appears in a current news report is followed with another seatence laying that "there is no question of this in the minds of President Wilson and his advisers." Never was there any question of it in the minds of President Taft and his advisers. The cost in money would be tremendous. As Senator Bacon, chairman of the senate committee on foreign relations said one day recently in a debate with Senator Fall, of New Mexico, it would be Immensely cheaper for the United States to pay all the losses of Americans in Mexico than to intervene for protection of their property rights. But the larger and more Important consideration is the toll of Uvea It is not merely the loss of lives of an army of intervention that must be taken account of. There are yet In Mexico thousands of Americans whose lives might pay. That pros* pect more than any other halted American troops on this side of the Rio Grande when the so-called manoeuvre army was assembled in Texas by order of President Taft. There has been a considerable exodus of Americans since then, under urgent advice of our government, but large numbers did not leave, many because unable to do so. The present administration, like its predecessor, must have regard for them. That it is regardful there is abundant evidence. It is considering what might happen to them in counting the cost of intervention. And it sees that "intervention means a terrible toll of Amerl:an lives."?Pittsburgh Times-Ga Mtte. A Towtr of Gold<?According to a law promulgated In Germany in 1871, the 830,000,000 which Prance paid in Indemnity to the Prussians the previous year was guarded in the "Tower of July" at Spandau, the famous fortress situated eight miles from Berlin. Besides this amount of money, definitely set aside, is a quantity of gold In reserve for commercial panics. In order to safeguard such a massive store, great precautions have been taken for the past forty-two years. The money is kept on two floors of the fortress and is packed in 1200 oaken chests. Each chest contains $25,900 in gold. The involablllty of these chambers is secured in the following manner; they have tripple doors witji various locks whose keys are held by certain ' officials of the ministry of war; and these keys each open only one door, so that no one official is ever able to enter alone. The clamps of the chests are sealed and stamped In such a way that It is not possible for them to be tampered with without danger of almost Instant discovery. Moreover the weight of each sack and chest Is registered.? Harper's Weekly. Th# Flying Frog of Java.?The Javanese frog Is a creature measuring between fifteen and twenty-five Inches. The skin of Its back Is pale blue and by night looks dark green or olive brown. The frog remains motionless during the day. with eyes sheltered from the light and with belly up, clinging to Its support by adhesive cushions and by its belly, which is provided with a sticky covering, and It is hardly distinguishable from the objects that surround It. At nightfall It begins its hunt for the mammoth crickets on which it feeds, making leaps covering seven feet of ground. During the leap the play of lungs filled with air swells its body. To descend from a height it spreads wide Its claws and, dropping, rests upon its feet.?Harper's Weekly. WESTERN FARMER8 Why They Make Mora and Work Loaa Than Wo Do. By Clarence Poe. I am going: to atop right In the middle of my north-western co-operation storlea to say something about north" western farming. For the fact is, that the first essential to co-operative marketing ia to have something to market, and if a man will not adopt progressive methods in the farm work he is already doing, there is not much hope that he will adopt progressive methods In the marketing work he may do some other time. The fact is, that these western farmers. apart from their co-operative activities, are making more money than we are making, and with less work?less muscular labor. * V? n uvuuic tca?VU| U4CI ClUl IV behooves us to find out how they ere doing this. We should like to get the Increased profits they ore getting, even with our present amount of labor; and we should also like to reduce the proportion of fatiguing labor on the farm. The answer to this riddle is the answer that I have frequently given In the Progressive Farmer; namely, that these western farmers are running their brains with from two to four horse-power, while we are running ours with one horse-power. This is an age of machinery. To such an extent is this true that It has been estimated that the interventions and discoveries in use In the world today (chiefly Improved machinery), Increase the average man's productive power twelve-fold. That is to say, the man who makes adequate use of improved implements and machinery and scientific knowledge, can accomplish as great results as be could accomplish with eleven slaves working for him In the primitive stage of society. We cannot be too often reminded, therefore, that this Is an age of machinery and that the man or the people who neglect to avail themselves of its labor-saving 'and money-making advantages, simply condemn themselves to poverty, unrewarded toil, and general backwardness. Moreover, while I have Just said that the western fanner runs his brain with from two to four horse-power while we in the south run ours with one horse-power, I am reminded that when Dr. Butler looked up the census facts he found that neither for the farm workers In the Carolines and Virginia, nor for the farm workers in Alabama, Louisana and Mississippi, was there an average of even one horse apiece? IViapa mora nnt annticrh hnraaa and ?l?vtV VTV? V tiv? VI?VM?ll MWi WW mule* to average one apiece for each farm worker, where** in Iowa and 'Indiana and Illinois, typical western states, thefe were between three and four horses apiece for each and every farm worker In the entire territory. And then the census showed quite naturally indeed, that, the average farm workers In these western states using three to four horses, cultivated sixtythree acres, while the farm workers in Alabama. Louisiana . and Mississippi cultivated on an average only sixteen acres, and in the Carolina* and Virginia, only twenty-two acres apiece. I saw a great many significant and interesting sights in the west, but I believe the most interesting and significant of all was what I saw on Mr. A. O. Kelson's farm the Monday morning I left there?-his twelve-year-old boy cultivating from six to eight acres of corn a. day with a two row cultivator?and riding while he did it in otner woras, mis iz-year-oia ooy, Hubert Nelson, and he wasn't twelve years old until the twenty-third of April, this year, was (1) doing twice the work of an ordinary grown man in a southern corn field, and (2) probably doing it better on account of the character of the cultivator, and (3) accomplishing all this result with less fatigue than would have been Involved In hoeing corn for the same period of time. "Let the Horses Do the Work," is the motto of the western farmer; and well do they live up to It. Hoeing is almost a lost art in Minnesota and Wisconsin. "I believe the only 'Man With the Hoe' in Wisconsin is a woman," I remarked to Professor Hibbard. "The nniv tuinnia T im AaIii> flnv hoelnar are a few women here and there In gardene: Don't you do any hoeing at all?" "Hoeing Is almoat unknown," was the reply. "Back in Iowa I remember that one man did hoe a little field. But he was an exception. I once cultivated fifty acres of com by myself?and, of course, you can't do that with hoe work." "Tell me your methods of cultivating corn?" I naked Professor Hlbb&rd In this connection, and he answered: "Most of the land is broken in the spring. We plow, then harrow at once and let it lie a week or a month, then disk and cross-harrow. After planting we harrow one to three times before the corn comes up. This harrowing kills about all the weeds and grass just as they are sprouting, so that we have mighty little trouble with them later, if a good seed-bed has been mado, and if there is plenty of harrowing before the corn comes up and just after. After it gets up well, we cultivate from three to five times with a two-horse cultivator, one man In this way cultivating from six to ten acres a day; or if he uses a two-row cultivator, from ten to fourteen acres a day. We keep this up until the corn joints, or begins to tassel; that is to say, until the stalks get so they would break if cultivation were longer kept up." "And isn't there anything you use a single horse for out here?" I asked Professor Hlbbard. "About the only thing we use a single horse for out here Is a buggy," was his reply. "The main thing that troubles the western farmer is that he can't drive ten horses at the time. I have driven five." And the beauty of it is, as I have already suggested, that the man who gets the Increased results from using from two to four horses is likely to do it with even less "hard work." One of the things that would most astonish a southern farmer traveling in the west would be the great proportion of arm work done while the farmer is sitting down. In the Progressive Parmer a few weeks ago, we printed the story of a sas farmer who said, "It would take (Continued on Fourth Page)