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K?l ISSXJE.0 SSMI-WKEHL^ t. *. gbist's 80H8. Pabiiihen. } $ Jfamilj Itepgen: jfor ih^ {promotion oj[ <h$ {political, ?oqiat, ^grieulturjil and ffommtyial Jnteresls of tit< fjtojlg. { """i^ilot*! *fncm!!**' ESTABLISHED 1855. V"ORKYILLE, 9. ajTRIDAY, NOVEMBER 7, 1913. WO. 89. * ^ ? il AAA - ^ TS^r W?* V^iTV w vi> vTw VTT ^STg WITHIN r BY MARI FROM THE PLAY OF i. Copyright, 1912, by the H. K. F AAA AAA '** *' AAA AAA AAA M OV* W*j3 TOT WTTi? TWT TvT w m \i? **T? CHAPTER X. Garton's Noiseless Gun. Something of what was in his mind was revealed in Garson's first speech uur ui ig(B tviiis. "That's & mighty big stake he's playing for." "And a big chance he's taking!" Mary retorted. "No, Joe, we don't want any of that. We'll play a game that's safe and sure." The words recalled to the forger weird forebodings that had been troubling him throughout the day. 'It's sure enough," he stated, "but Is It safe?" "What do you mean?" Garson walked to and fro nervously as he answered. "8'pose the balls get tired of you * ^tf|MBIy^^^HHn^v JBy^ fB^MW|MlBt x. ^^H^^^HHR^HBB ;r iWMMIHHKWWrSai HHfl Inspector Burke. putting: it over on 'em and try some rough work?" "Don't worry, Joe. I know a way to stop it" "Well, so far as that goes, so do I," the forger said, with significant emphasis. "Just what do you mean by that?" Mary demanded, suspiciously. "For rough work," he said, "I have this." He took a magazine pistol from his pocket. It was of an odd shape, with a barrel longer than usual and a bellshaped contrivance attached to ihe muzzle. "No, no, Joe," Mary cried. "None of that?ever!" "foon: " ine lurger vncmiuicu. "Even If I used It, they would never get on to me. See this?" He pointed at the strange contrivance on the muzzle. "What is it ? I have never seen anything like that before." "Of course you haven't. I'm the first man in the business to get one, and I'll bet on It. I keep up with the times." He was revealing that fundamental egotism which is the characteristic of all his kind. "That's one of the new Maxim silencers. With smokeless powder in the cartridges, and the silencer on, I can make a shot from my coat pocket, and you wouldn't even know it had been done. And I'm some shot, believe me." TmnAoolKl I M Vorv oinpiilntpfl "No, It ain't. Here, wait, I'll show you." "Good gracious, not here!" Mary exclaimed In alarm. "We would have the whole place down on us." Garson chuckled. "You just watch that dinky little vase at the table across the room there. 'Tain't very valuable, is it?" "No," Mary answered. In the same instant, while still her eyes were on the vase, it fell in a cascade of shivered glass to the table and floor. She heard no sound, she saw no smoke. Perhaps, there had been a faint clicking noise. She stared dumfrmnriert fnr ft few seconds, then turn ed her bewildered face toward Garson, who was grinning in high enjoyment. "Neat little thing, ain't it?" the man asked, exultantly. "Where did you get It?" Mary asked. "In Boston, last week. And between you and me, Mary, it's the only model, and it sure is a corker." That night in the back room of Biinkey's, English Eddie and Garson sat with their heads close together over a table. "A chance like this," Griggs was saying, "a chance that will make a fortune for all of us." "It sounds good," Garson admitted, wistfully" "Well," urged Griggs, "what do you say ?" "How would we spin u: "Three ways would he right." Griggs answered. "One to me, one to you and one to be divided up among the others." Garson brought his fist down on the table with a force that made the glasses jingle. "You're on," he said, strongly. "Fine!" Griggs declared, and the two men shook hands. "Now, I'll get"? "Get nothing!" Garson interrupted. ? ? ? +#* ?+# +? *? ?+? ?* rHE LAW rIN DANA ' BAYARD YEILLER Iy company. ^ 'T w? \y wTVy w "1117 wvvP w" w vfc'V 'ftf 'TU get my own men. Chicago Red Is In town. So Is Dacey, with perhaps a couple of others of the right sort. I'll get them and we'll turn the trick to morrow night." 'That's the stuff," Griggs agreed, greatly pleased. But a sudden shadow fell on the face of Garson. He bent closer to his companion and spoke with a fierce Intensity that brooked no denial. "She must never know." Griggs nodded understanding^. Mary had gone to her bedroom for a nap. She was not in the least surprised that Dick had not yet returned, though he had mentioned half an hour. At the best there were many things that might detain him?his tether's absence from the office, difficulties In making arrangements for his projected honeymoon trip abroad ?which would never occur?or the like. At the worst there was a chance of finding his father promptly, and of that father as promptly taking steps "fftven f onn frnm over ocroln IU JJi U ? tui IUC BV4I V... V?V? seeing the woman who had so Indiscreetly married him. Tet somehow Mary could not believe that her husband would yield to such paternal coercion. Rather, she was sure that he would prove loyal to her whom he loved through every trouble. At the thought a certain wistfulness pervaded her and a poignant regret that this particular man should have been the one chosen of fate to be entangled within her mesh of revenge. There throbbed In her a heart tormenting realization that there were in life possibilities infinitely more splendid than the Joy of vengeance. She would not confess the truth even to her inmost soul, but the truth was there and set her atremble with vague fears. She had slept, perhaps, a half hour when Fannie awakened her. "It's a man named Burke," she exnlolno/l an her mistreat) lav hlinkintr. "And there's another man with him. They said they must see you." By this time Mary was wide awake, for the name of Burke, the police inspector, was enough to startle her out of drowsiness. She got up, slipped into a teagown, bathed her eyes in cologne, dressed her hair a little and went into the drawing room, where the two men had been waiting for something more than a quarter of an hour?to the violent indignation of both. "Oh, here you are, at last!" the big, burly man cried as she entered. "Yes, inspector," Mary replied pleasantly, as she advanced into the room. She gave a glance toward the other visitor, who was of a slenderer form, urlfh a thin liaen fflro And rproimiZftfl him Instantly as Demarest, who had taken part against her as the lawyer for the store at the time of her trial, and who was now district attorney. She went to the chair at the desk and seated herself In a leisurely fashion that increased the indignation of the fuming inspector. She did not ask her self invited guests to sit. "To whom do I owe the pleasure of this visit, inspector?" she remarked coolly. It was noticeable that she said whom and not what, as if she understood perfectly that the influence of some person brought him. "I have come to have a few quiet words with you," the inspector declared. Mary disregarded him, and turned to the other man. "How do you do, Mr. Demarest?" she said evenly. "It's four years since we met, and they've made you district attorney since then. Allow me to congratulate you." Demarest's keen face took on an expression of perplexity. "I'm puzzled," he confessed. "There is something familiar, somehow, about you, and yet"? "Can't you guess?" Mary questioned. "Search your memory, Mr. Demarest." The face of the district attorney lightened. "Why!" he exclaimed, "you are?it can't be?yes?you are the girl, you're the Mary Turner whom I?oh, I know you now." "I'm the girl you mean, Mr. Demarest, but for the rest, you don't know me?not at all!" "Young woman," Burke said peremptorily, "the Twentieth Century limited leaves Grand Central station at 4 o'clock. It arrives in Chicago at 8.55 tomorrow morning." He pulled a massive gold watch from this waistcoat pocket, glanced at it, thrust it back, and concluded ponderously: "You will Just about have time to catch that train." "Working for the New York Central now?" Mary asked blandly. "You'd better be packing your trunk," the inspector rumbled. "But why? I'm not going away." "On the Twentieth Century limited this afternoon," the inspector declared in a voice of growing wrath. "Oh, dear, no!" 1 say yes: iue anawei vmo a bellow. "I'm giving you your orders. You will either go to Chicago or you'll go up the river." "If you can convict me. Pray, notice that little word 'If.'" The district attorney Interposed very suavely: "I did once, I remember." "But you can't do it again." Mary declared with an assurance that excited the astonishment of the police official. "How do you know he can't?" he blustered. "Because if he could he would have | had me in prison some time ago." "Huh!" Burke exclaimed gruffly. "I've seen them go up pretty easy." "The poor ones; not those that have money. I have money, plenty of money?now." "Money you stole!" the inspector returned brutally. "Oh, dear, no!" Mary cried with a fine show of virtuous indignation. "What about the $30,000 you got on that partnership swindle? I s'pose you didn't steal that!" "Certainly not," was the ready reply. "The man advertised for a partner in a business sure to bring big and safe returns. We formed a partnership with a capital of $60,000. We paid the money into the bank, and then at once I drew it out It was legal for me to draw that money?wasn't it, Mr. Demarest?" The district attorney admitted the truth of her contention. , "Well, anyhow," Burke shouted, "you may stay Inside tne law, out you've got to get outside the city. On the level, now, do you think you could get away with that young Gilder scheme you've been planning?' "What young Gilder scheme?" "Oh. I'm wise?I'm wise!" the Inspector cried roughly. "The answer is, once for all, leave town this afternoon or you'll be in the Tombs In the morning." 'It can't be done, Inspector." Mary opened a drawer of the desk and took out the document obtained that morning from Harris and held it forth." "What's this?" Burke stormed, but he took the paper. Demarest looked over the inspector's shoulder, and his eyes grew larger as he read. When he was at an end of the reading he regarded the passive woman at the desk with a new respect. "What's this?" Burke repeated helplessly. Mary was kind enough to make the document clear to him. "It's a temporary restraining order from the supreme court instructing you to let me alone until you have legal proof that I have broken the law." "But it can't be done," shouted Burke. "You might ask Mr. Demarest," Mary suggested pleasantly, "as to whether or not It can be done. The gambling houses can do it and -so keep on breaking the law. The race track men can do it and laugh at the law. The railroad can do it to restrain its employees from striking. So why shouldn't I get one, too? You see I have money. I can buy all the law I want. And there's nothing you can't do with the law if you have money enough. Ask Mr. Demarest. He knows." "Can you beat that?" Burke rum bled. He regarded Mary with a stare of almost reverential wonder. "A crook appealing to the law!" "Well, gentlemen, what are you going to do about It?" "Miss Turner," the district attorney j said, with an appearance of sincerity, "I'm going to appeal to your sense of fair play." "That was killed four years ago." But Demarest persisted. Influence had been brought to bear on him. I| was for her own sake now that he urged her. "Let young Gilder alone." Mary laughed again. "His father sent me away for three years?three years for something I didn't do. Well, he's got to pay for It." By this time, Burke, a man of superior intelligence, as one must be to reach such a position of authority, had come to realize that here was a case not to be carried through by blustering, by intimidation, by the rough ruses familiar to the force. "Don't fool yourself, my girl," he said in his huge voice, which was now modulated to a degree that made it al ifflBl r V?' A\ |Pfy . ?;. y-#'^ ^F'W^sBhks?BR I I "Well, gentlemen, what are you going to do about it?" most unfamiliar to himself. "You can't go through with this. There's always a weak link in the chain somewhere. It's up to me to find it. and I will." "Now," she said, and there was respect in the glance she gave the stalwart man, "now you really sound dangerous." Fannie appeared at the door. "Mr. Edward Gilder wishes to see you. Miss Turner," she said. "Shall I show him in?" "Oh, certainly," Mary answered, with an admirable pretense of indifference, while Burke glared at Demarest, and the district attorney appeared ill at ease. (To Be Continued). A Good Sheriff.?SherifT Joe M. H. Ashley of Anderson county is making good in an office wneretn is required tact, wisdom and courage. It was felt last year that Anderson had made a bad trade when Mr. Ashley was chosen sheriff: but such apprehension has been dissipated by the conduct of the sheriff. When it came to his attention that certain social clubs were violating the law in the matter of intoxicating liquors, Sheriff Ashley firmly but fairly notified them all that such conduct would not be tolerated. Last week, when the circus was to visit Anderson, knowing the history of drunkenness and crime attending the usual circus, Sheriff Ashley put a deputy on duty] at the express office, to prohibit indis criminate delivery of liquor, thus re- I ducinp drunkenness to a minimum. Nor dors Sheriff Ashley stop at the enforcement of whisky laws. He has been alert in other causes, as he should have been. When a sheriff desires to see laws enforced, he can enforce them. It is all in the man.?Abbeville Medium. NcLAURIN ON TILLMAN. Marlboro Man Is Troe to His Lifetime Colors. WILL NOT PLAY DOG IN MANGER. Would Have Peace in South Carolina; but Even for Peace Would not Sacrifice the Splendid Principles for Which Ha has Bean Fighting Since His Entry Into Political Life?Really a Message to Tillman; but no Less a Message to South Carolina. Senator John L. McLaurin on last Wednesday afternoon gave out to the press the following In reply to Senator Tillman's recent spiteful broadside: Bennettsvllle, Nov. 4th 1913 Senator Tillman's letter is so "Tillmanesque" that when I read It yesterday, I hardly knew whether to laugh or cry; cuss or pray. I expect a little of all is in order. He hits Blease with a meat axe, pitchforks me, Ignores Smith and spits In Slmm's face. I am not going to let myself loose (If I can help It). The situation Is too serious, for from the way I feel and he feels, we'd be fighting in a pair of minutes and let South Carolina go to the devil as we did before. I will honestly acknowledge that I have never been able to get entirely over an early afTectlon for Senator Tillman. I have said hard things myself, but I don't like to hear other people say one word against him. If I had conquered and had him down, I would never have rubbed sand In his eyes. His letter Is distinctly offensive: "Johnny is smart, but he is a bad little boy, he sassed papa. Papa is sorry, but come here Johnny, hand me the brush, now get across my knee, papa is going to spank you, but if Johnny Is good the balance of the week, he can go to the 'movies' Saturday." I feel like saying "damn," but I'll say "Bless the | Lord." That letter discloses why I couldn't get on with Tillman, why Latimer [ couldn't, and why he and Smith can't agree. An imperious will .that brooks no opposition. I could get on with hlra now, I'd laugh at him. I used to take him arid myself too seriously. I will say however that, God never made a man big- enough .to talk down to me. My record In the senate needs no defense. I have done the "penance" of the "very nearly great man," who 'was too far ahead of his time. I have suffered the bitter fate that comes to all advanced thinkers. After "pitchforks" are forgotten and "dung heaps" plowed under, the state warehouse idea with agricultural products as a bankable asset will give me a place In history, where .foul slanders and ow own, weaknesse are forgotten. God has been good. I do not need an office for my name to live. When Cole L. Blease stood up before 8,000 people and said he is a "good man, he would make a good governor, he has been badly treated by the scurrilous politicians of South Carolina," he made a personal friend that will last him after the miserable bootllcks and sycophants have turned on him, like those who used to lick Tillman's hand and at his bidding drove the steel into my heart and are now ready to drive it into Tillman's for the favor of another. Senator Tillman has served a great purpose, he does not need an office to perpetuI ate his fame, but he is a man, poor weak clay, same as I. In us both is that unperishable spark, that after death has washed the dross away, will shine clear and bright. Why should he still seek to dim the luster of my star? I envy him not the faintest ray of his own. I rejoice in all true greatness, and sorrow in what is little for are we not all MEN. God must Judge between us and the balance he strikes shall be for all eternity. I long ago forgave him, his letter shows he has never been able to do that. God does not expect repentence ex cept from the "near" great. Life is a pose to 99 per cent. The world is a stage. My sense of humor saves me. It made me laugh, to see how utterly the public misconstrues the true character of both myself and Tillman. It is the Joke of the century. Tillman's pose from the beginning has been bluff, brutal honesty, "P!.fc! fork Ben." "Give 'em hell and rub 11 in." He overplayed his hand a little Down underneath lives the most astute player of the polLtical game that ever dealt a card. The only man without college training that I ever knew witn a classical eaucauun. unucr uuu roughness, exquisite literary tastes. A giant mind that has read, digested and assimilated the wisdom of all the ages, and applied it to practical politics. Beneath bluster Is the subtle genius of a Tallyrand, he has made every man in South Carolina vote for him one time or another. I laughed with him when the Gonzales solemnly voted for him last summer. I am no politician. I haven't fooled anybody and Tillman has fooled everybody except himself. I was the seeker of abstract truth, careless 01 personal fortunes. Tillman was the adroit political acrobat that could change from a radical to a conservative. I tried to reason it out and was crucified for the reasons, not the result. Woodrow Wilson and Underwood are just where I stood fifteen years ago. His letter is so full of Tillmanism. his arrogance and dominant power over men, that I almost love him for being just what he is. It brings back ' A' - V. ??? TJf??r?V> Pfl plaw fKfl T\Alloh. Kt'llllt" UlttVC IlUgll i IU?WJ, MIV ed Tlndal, dear old "Wash Shell," and "Curly headed Johnny," gathered around the fierce old "Lion," that dominated us all. I am not going to be swayed one way or the other by self. I am going to act for the best good of the state as I see it, not as directed by anybody. Before Tillman's letter came out or I saw Blease's statement. I sat down and wrote a paper to my friends in various sections of this state explaining my course and they are free to give it to the press. If It is necessary to fight for peace, then I am ready to fight. I will not be a "dog in the manger" nor be a servile tool to gratify any man's spleen toward Governor Blease, or to in any manner curtail the rights gain ed by the people In 1890. Good citizenship Is not measured by loyalty to a man but to a principal. Tillmanlsm split on that rock. It is tearing ragged holes In the ship that carries the high hopes of the many good people who are Bleaseltes. I will always defend Tillmanlsm as dlstinc' from Tillman. I place both Tillmanlsm and Bleaseism as higher and greater than the personality of any man. I have regretted the evil dispensary graft, that prevented Tillman from leading the movement to its full fruition, and I would like to see Bleaselsm accomplish that in which Tillman ism failed, and when it does the state will be saved. Our people must get together. I have canvassed this entire state, and they will get together. Self seeking pretenders cannot Juggle Almighty God, out of the progress he has decreed for the human race. "In the days of Armagreddon: In the last great fight of all; May our houses stand together That the pillars do not fall." Jno. Lowndes McLaurin. i DE8TROYINQ MONEY Washington Woman Has Caused $1,500,000,000 to Be Torn Up. After having destroyed something il P Art AAA AAA I** roo 1 mAtlOV u&o |i,OUV,UVV,VVU ?u >v?*t uavmv/ since May, 1912, Miss Louise Lester, of tile treasury department, still likes her Job, although it Is a "messy" one, and hopes to keep at it for some time to come, says a Washington letter to the New Tork Telegram. Miss Lester Is a member of the com* mlttee on the Destruction of Mutilated Money. Her fellow members of the committee are Messrs. U. L. Adams, chairman; J. N. Flte and William M. Meredith. Every day shortly after 9 o'clock In the morning a big automobile truck backs up to the treasury and takes aboard six or eight trunks. Every one of the trunks contains half a million or more dollars In real money, the bills being cut in halves. Accompanying the truck is a carriage from the bureau of engraving and printing. Into this climb Mr. Adams and Miss Lester. At least two members of the committee must keep the money In sight at all times. UDon arriving at the bureau, the trunks fall of money are taken to the masceratlng machines. The mutilated money Is dumped by Miss Lester and other members of the committee Into four large Iron funnels, which convey it into the mascerating machines below. The latter are huge revolving cylinders lined with angle parts which tear the bills to pieces. With the completion of the feeding process bucketfuls of soda, ash and ^unslaked lime are poured in. This takes the color out Then the machines are set in motion and grind away for twenty-four hours. The gray pulp matter then goes Into another machine and is made Into sheets. Most of the pulp is converted into pasteboard, the government receiving $40 a ton from a New York contractor for the pulp. "There is only one drawwback to my Job," said Miss Lester today. "I receive ever so many letters from persons who seem to think it is my own money I am destroying and that I am doing so for the fun of the thing. But to me it is inconceivable that they do not understand the necessity for destroying the mutilated money and that ''Aiiar n nfiw one 1UI CVCi J UV11U1 vivwm is put into circulation. "While my work is somewhat 'messy,' ft is interesting and does not grow monotonous. It is really fun!" / Helpful Household Hints. Aluminum ware may be cleaned by washing in hot water with plenty of soap suds. It may be polished with a paste of jewelers' whiting which has been sifted to remove hard particles. Paste may be made with soapy water or water and alcohol, or water and ammonia added to the whiting; spread paste smoothly on surface and polish with soft cloth or chamois skin. Nickel and silver are polished In the same way. Any good metal polish may be used. If the stain is very bad, polish with sapoilo. ir irns xuiia, uiotuiumtions may be removed with a very dilute solution of nitric acid. Never use alkalis such as washing: soda or potash in cleaning aluminum. Never try to clean yokes, collars or cults while sewed on the gown. Such things should always be made detachable. Add a sliced banana to the white of one egg and beat until stiff. The banana will entirely dissolve, and you will have a delicious substitute for whipped cream. If starched clothes become wet with rain while on the line, do not take them down. Allow to remain till dry and they will retain their original stiffness. Fresh chalk will clean a soiled white hat, either felt or beaver. Dust the chalk well into the nap and then shak< and beat it out carefully. Repeat the process several times if It seems necessary. Remember that you must never brush a beaver hat; It mats the fluffy pile down beyond repair. Shake and beat it with a light rod or whisk and the fluff continues erect. When anything boils over on the stove cover the spot with salt and see how quickly the unpleasant odor will disappear. When potatoes begin to spoil, try sprinkling with lime. Put a few drops of water with th' whites of eggs and see how much nicer and quicker they beat. Gold may be brightened by rubblne with cigar ashes. Very few know the value of hot oats for a bad cold on the lungs, or for pneumonia. Put a couple of quarts of the grain in sacks of thin material and heat in the oven until very hot; or they can be heated in a steamer, then applied to the spot desired. Oats have the power of retaining heat iongei than most applications and are easily reheated as often as desired. The disagreeable odor of creosote, cod liver oil, petroleum and other substances can easily be removed froir vessels of any kind, mortars, etc., by boiling black mustard, meal and water in the vessel and allowing Lt to stand aside for a while. H&iscfUanrous Reading. LAWSON'8 $12,000 BOOK ''High Cost of Living" Sent to Congressmen is Financier's Latest Bomb for 8ystem. The latest bomb from the Boston camp of Thomas W. Lawson Is a portly folio encased in red ooze calf, faced with crimson silk, printed on I hand-made deckle-edged paper and with fine colored illustrations of devils ?quite the most exquisite setting ever devised for verbal shrapnel. The total cost of the edition was $12,000. It is full to the brim of explosives, contains his latest magazine articles exposing "The System's" responsibility for the advancing charges for food, housing, raiment and transportation, besides other arguments proving the relation between Stock Exchange quotations and high cost of living?done in the best Lawsonese ?vivid, pyrotechnic, forcefuL Of this expensive work, only 1,000 volumes were printed and a copy, suitably Inscribed, sent to each member of the United States senate and house of representatives, and to certain other lawmakers throughout the country. Sandwiched among the serious arguments. Drinted in red, appear a series of p&rables and epigrams which the author calls muckrakings, from which the following are excerpted: "Oh, the Muck that the Muckraker rakes Is the Muck that the Muckraker makes. And the Muck that the Muckraker makes Is the Muck that the Muckraker rakes." "The Wall street map of America is divided into three sections: Wall street, Suckervllle and the territory embraced by Bloomlngdale, Mattewan and Washington. "A Zanzibar galley slave, passing through Homestead in those good old days before Andy swapped his $150,000,000 of human broilers and heartand-soul friers into a $1,500,000,000 license-to-tax-the-American people, was so terrorized at the sight of My Lord of Sklbo's subjects, that he faint ea. woming 10, ue uoggcu iu us embalmed until he could get back - to God's own country and ways, and 'tis said that in far-off Zanzibar the poor devil even yet nightmares at the vision of America's freedom." "A son of Erin, loaded to the gunwale with the ozone and mlcrobic good things of God's free and abundantly supplied atmosphere, sitting on the steamship landing contemplating the possibilities of getting a lubricant for his sea-mussed innards, or, as second choice, a solid meal for the vacuum created by his contributions to the fishes on the way over, had his attention tweaked by the arrival of the crested broughan of one of the kings of New York. As the beautiful steeds were being thrown to their haunches, the bedazzling footman, hurling through the box and door space to his "me ludshlp," knocked the babe from the arms of a ragged mother, whose palsied outstretched for-heaven's-sake-give-me alms hand was already in through the broughan's window. As to-the-mannerborn retainer boot-toed the babe clear of "me ludship's" path with a gently whispered "Get to hell out of here with your brat." Pat recognized in the plug-hatted statesman millionaire king of the western metropolis, his old Dublin bar-tending crony. As the hot, red blood flew to Pat's hungry 0 ? 1 Vtlm mil itor iu.ce, a uyoiuuuei u?u u . "Thank God, Ireland is oppressed! If I'd come over to the land of freedom and equality when Mike did, probably by this time I'd been royalty, too!" Just then the ship's band struck up the national air, "God Save the Trusts," in honor of the arrival of the company's president The 27 American Dollar Kings, those of a quarter billion apiece, recently held a meeting and voted to petition the author of Burke Peerage to establish an American branch of real royalty. After a few meetings it looked like a go. They agreed on the dollar sign for a crest, the mushroom for a crown, and that none should qualify but quarter-billionaires; but when they heard the Burke taboo on combination plug hats, sackcoats and ten-cari-neaaiigrni-iuu-ureas Biun fronts, they refused to merge unless the English code was revised. "And as the System leered, the People raised their imploring hands and their clenched fists, and in a wild wail and hoarse howl, which resounded from ocean to ocean and from the frozen fields to the torrid gulf, shrieked: 'Justice!' Where is Justice?"' "And there was incubated from Liberty and Prosperity a Leering Thing?the System. And out of it's leering came Crime and Misery. And Virtue cringed and Honor shriveled and Class-hatred reared its beast form. And where had been Liberty and Prosperity there was Desolation and Hell." In the rural districts of the United States tainted money means one thing in the financial habitats another, and in Washington quite another. When a Wall street man says "tainted mone> " he means only such money as he cannot get his claws on. In the country the much-harangued-agalnst tainted coin is that which the ruralitles hanker to get their claws on. In Washington tainted money is that which the country's saviors hope to get their claws on. During a former administration a Russian nobleman, passing through New York, impressed with our superb dollar royalty, asked: "Who is yonder king? How old is his title? What is his income?" After being told that King Dollar had risen in 20 years from bartender to an income of a million a minute, he grew meditative. Later, while observing the hundreds of thousands of pasty-faced, hollow-eyed, slunk-chested men and women rushing to their slavery and crawling back to their hovels, he asked: "Are these King Dollars' subjects?" Being answered in the affirmative, he ejaculated: "Take me to Washington. I must see your natloial playhouse before I return to my own great country; I I have been told that your actor states[men are very amusing." Once upon a time In ancient land there was a community where the cost of living dovetailed the ability of the community to pay. There everything was peace and plenty. There every one was happy and hopefuL And it came to pass that a self-chosen few of the community crossed a giant vulturA with an enormous centlDede. and there was blrthed a mastodonlc gobblecraw. And as time passed this gobblecraw grew and grew, until its shadow darkened the community's playground, blackened its church spire, yellowed its legislative halls and gangrened Its courts of Justice. When this mastodonlc gobblecraw arrived at maturity the community's cost of living was so high-pedestaled that the daily wage of the people, save that of the self-chosen few, owners of the mastodonlc gobblecraw, sufficed only for one half day's expenses. And the people waxed sullen, and their wise men cried: "Death to the horse, the cow, the dog, the cat, kitten and goat, for they require so much of the community's store that the price of the balance rises and rises until It la beyond the people's ability to get one day's sustenance for one days' efforts." And the community wrangled the pros and cons of the - " -? ?Irllllnop policy ox. UUS iuo UV4W, the cow, vivisecting the dog, skinning the cat and the kitten and crucifying the goat And It came to pass that when the pro-and-connlngs were pitched unto a frenzy, an aglleminded gazabo pointed to the community's vision to the burs ting-with-good-things barn wherein the mastodonlc gobblecraw abode, whereupon the now frenzied community appointed a committee to Invite practical mastodonlc gobblecraw wing clippers and claw extractors. The committee organized, proclaimed and held forth at community hall until community hall became the rendezvous of the community's sun-gliding and moon-burnishing dreamers. And as - the committee were about to recommend to the much-harassed community the exnarlmont nf ntnk.tMlnr and chocolate car&melllng the gobblecraw into a state of voluntary glve-back-and-takeno-moreness, a grizzled professional gobblecraw hunter offered the following resolution: "Be it resolved, that this committee cease its flapdoodllng and proceed forthwith to shoot holes into our enemy, the mastodonic gobblecraw until his carcass shall resemble a peekaboo, waist, and, "Be it further resolved, that his teeth and wings and claws be distributed among the children of the community as mementoes of a thlng-thatwas-but-never-can-be-again." And today travelers through ancient land can read the following inscription upon the giant shaft which marks the spot wfiere the mastodonic gobblecraw fell when his carcass was bullet-riddled to a peekaboo-waist holeness: "Here lies the creature of the self chosen few. It came like a toadstool, stayed like a beggar a-horseback, and went like the celluloid shroud of a hell-bent corpse." And returning travelers tell that in the humble cottage of this ancient community hearts are still dusted with gobblecraw wings; that their "God Bless Our Homes" are framed In gobblecraw's teeth, and that May Day feasts and Fourth of July clambakes the favorite toothpick is still that which is fashioned from gobblecraw claws.?New York World. PROFESSIONAL RESPONSIBILITY Some Mistakes are Corrected; But Others are Not. In a communication a reader of the Roanoke Times inquires whether a client who has bought real estate on the favorable report of his lawyer on the title and subsequently learns that his title is hopelessly bad has a remedy. It seems, that by Justice he should have; but probably in practical test he would have none. No professional man is supposed to be, and few pretend to be infelible. When it is a question of brains and knowledge, law, custom and necessity allow wide latitude for mistakes. Reasonable diligence Is all that is required. In every lawsuit one side or the other is badly advised or suffers from the mistakes of some lawyer, on or off the bench. Lawyers, doctors, clergymen, civil engineers, fall into errors and clients, patients, people and patrons suffer, but recovery of damages for such losses is rare. a "*1"* AAn*?mafAr oni! hlllMftr A UIUUl U1U wuktuvvv* uatw once put the case clearly. A house he had put up for. an eminent physician was a botch in some respects and the old man was derided and rebuked with asperity. "Yes, doctor," he said quietly, "that's the way of the world. When I do a bad job everybody sees it and says 'that old fool ought to be run out of town.' When you do a bad Job they take it up with flowers and the newspapers say you exhausted in vain all the resources of medical science." In a famous sensational murder trial in Maryland a lawyer snapped at a doctor on the stand, "Your mistakes go six feet under ground." "And your's swing six feet up in the air," retorted the doctor, who retired with the honors of war. Mistakes we make with our hands are visible and subject us to action for damages. A newspaper's mistakes are nhvimia nnH Hf?t?vrtpd instantly. Some times a lawyer is made to pay damage for a defective report on a title or for negligence and a physician is held in damages for malpractice. Of what becomes of preacher's mistakes we are not advised and no suit for the promulgation of misleading doctrine or for putting false sign boards on the straight and narrow path ever has been brought. It is mighty hard to prove negligence or incompetence against any of those many who are supposed to earn their livings with their thought and study.?Roanoke Times. ,t9" "Pat," said the doctor, "your case is a very peculiar and baffling one, and if you'll agree, I'd like to call in another physician. Two heads are better than one, you know." "Oi agree," returned the willing patient. "Sure, th' fellow must be worth seein'. Bring in th' doctor with th' two heads!"?Exchange. WHAT ARE X-RAYS? A New Weapon in the 8earah Into the Mysteries of Nature. Ever since Prof. Roentgen discovered the mysterious "rays" which beer his name it has been a pussle as to what these rays could be. They eeem like a form of light?they give out light under proper conditions. Or rath* er they cause plates and screens prepared with certain chemicals to become luminescent or fluorescent, as the physicists say, when they are bomhv ilu V.mv. But otherwise they do not (or did not seem to) act like ordinary light at all. For example, when ordinary light Is passed through a prism it is bent slightly out of its straight-line course, and the degree of bending varies with the color?that is, with the wave length of light So, when a compound light like sunlight is put through the prism it is split up into all the colors of. the rainbow. Again, ordinary light rays when passed through certain substances like turmaline are "po^larlsed"?that Is, only those vibrations which lie In a particular plane get through. And. again, it is possible to measure the "wave length" of ordinary light even of those waves which lie far above and far below the limits of visibility. But all this was impossible with the X-rays. On the other hand, as everybody knows, the X-rays are generated when a metal plate in a vacuum tube is bombarded by an electrical stream. It is one of the greatest discoveries of recent years that this electrical stream, this beautiful glow which is seen in siae toe vacuum tunes, ta aue to myriads of electric "atoms" or particles which act for gll the worid like the particles of a gas?air, for example. But while the weight and "charge" of these electrical atoms can actually be measured, no such measurement could be made with the "X-raya" And so the puxsle remained. ' Very recently, however, some English and German physicians have found substances which react in a very peculiar way to the X-raya Certain crystals, and the rough edges of mica plates and the like, it has been discovered, will act like a glass prism to the rays, so that the later can now be manipulated much like the rays of ordinary light And in this way It has been established that the rays are actually little pulses of light But they are incredibly thin and small. Ordinary light waves are measured In fractions of a meter?very small fractions ?to be exact In millionths of a thousandth of meter. A millionth of a meter is called a micron, and a thousandth part of this Is called a micromicron. The longest visible rays are 704 or 800 of these units in length, and me inonw, h m? viu.em wu ?i ms spec rum, are about 500. It ia possible to measure untraviolet rays, which are less than 100 units in length: But no method of measurement has yet been devised* which can give any accurate idea of the waves in the X-ray pulses. Probably they are not a thousandth part tne slse of the smallest of the untravlolet But now that their nature has been determined, now that they can be "refracted" and "polarised" Just like ordinary light, it Is only a matter ef time when marvelous instrument makers and ingenious experimenters will find a way to determine their actual dimensions. When they do we shall have a new weapon in the search into Nature's mysteries; and already researches in this field promise to throw new light upon the structure of atoms and molecules?that is, the structure of that "matter" amid which we live and a part of which we are.?Collier's Weekly. World's Bread 8upply<?At short intervals some professional economist feels it to oe nis solemn auiy 10 mi his voice in warning to a heedless world concerning the rapidity with which it is using up its resources of food, or fuel, or building material, or something else upon which human existence is more or less dependent This time It Is a British scientist sounding warning about the bread supply. The wheat-growing area, he declares, is about all under cultivation and, in his view, there is a near danger?within about a century or so?that there will not be enough bread to go around. Perhaps before another century passes the scientists will tell us how to make bread from a combination of elements to be found in the earth, air and water. But anyhow, the food requirements of the world are better supplied now than they were a century ago, and there is good reason upon which to found the belief that foods will always be In ample supply for the world's population. As to growing wheat, the untitled lands of Siberia, Canada and Argentina are of an extent to nearly double the present yield of bread cereals. Barely a start has been made In the United States in intensive methods of wheat growing. The Malthuslan doctrine about population tending to out-grow subsistence sounds all right in theory, but the experience of more than 4,000 years demonstrates that there Is no such danger.?Baltimore American. A Heavy Diet.?A Tlpperary fisherman makes a specialty of pike, for which he finds ready sale In the town. He had one customer who was In the habit of so beating him down In price that he felt justified in resorting to somewhat questionable means to in crease the weignt or ma nsn. in me manner of the winner of the stAkes In the celebrated "Jumping Frog" sporting event, he would Introduce some weighty substance into their interior? stones, bits of iron railing, etc. Once he went so far as to stuff two old handless flatirons he had picked from a refuse heap down the gullet of one before taking it to his customer, who, having weighed it carefully and, after much haggling, paid him a fraction less per pound for it than he might have perhaps obtained elsewhere. Meeting him next day, Pat instantly aware there was trouble In the wind by the opening remark, "What do pi ice feed on, Paddy!" "Och and indade, your honor, but there's mighty little that comes amiss to thim lads," answered Pa. "Frogs and fish, sticks and stones they like well, but they would give their two eyes for flatirons."