University of South Carolina Libraries
_ _ ISSUED " L. m. grist's sons. Publishers, j % df*""1!! Dnrspaprr: jfor the promotion of the political, Social, ggriculturat and (Tommerciat interests of the jpeopte. | ESTABLISHED 1855. YOKKVILLE, S. C., TUESDAY, .TULY 7, 1!)14. ~ " "xNO.rg. I PARRO' By HAROLD ] sg Copyright 1913. The Bobbs-Mer CHAPTER XIX Two Letters. ^ Elsa sang. She flew to her mirror. The face was hers and yet not hers. Always her mirror had told her that she was beautiful; but up to this moment her emotion had recorded nothing stronger than placid content. Now a supreme gladness filled and tingled her because her beauty was indisputable. When Martha came to help her dress for dinner, she still sang. It was a wordless song, a melody that every human heart contains and which finds expression but once. Elsa loved. Doubt, that arch-enemy of love and ^ faith and hope, doubt had spread its dark pinions and flown away into yesterdays. She felt the zest and exhilaration of a bird just given its freedom. Once she slipped from Martha's cunning hands and ran out upon the gallery. "Elsa, your waist!" Hk Elsa laughed and held out her bare arms to the faded sky where, but a little while since, the sun had burned a pathway down the world. All in an hour, one small trifling space of time, j this wonderful, magical thing had happened. He loved her. There had been hunger for her in his voice, in his blue eyes. Presently she was going to make him feel very sorry that 1 he had not taken her in his arms, then and there. "Oh. beautiful world!" "Elsa. what in mercy's name pos- 1 sesses you?" ! "I am mad. Martha, mad as a March hare, whatever that is!" She loved. ! "People will think so, if they happen ' % to come along and see that waist. Please e?;me instantly and let me fin- 1 ish hooking it. You act like you did when you were ten. You never would stand still." "Yes, and I remember how you used ? to yank my pig-tails. I haven't really forgiven you yet." 1 "I believe it's going home that's the matter with you. Well. I for one shall ' be glad to leave this horrid country, i Chinamen everywhere, in your room, i at your table, under your feet. And in the streets, Chinamen and Malays and < ? Hindus, and I don't know what other i outlandish races and tribes. . . . Why, what's this?" cried Martha, bending to the floor. i Elsa ran back to the room. She gave a little gasp when she saw what it was * that Martha was holding out for her j inanootinn it wan Warrinerton's let ter of credit. She had totally forgotten its existence. Across the face of the thick Manila envelope (more or less covered with numerals that had been scribbled there by Warrington in an attempt to compute the interest at i six p?r cent), which contained the letters of credit and identification as .vritten in a clerical hand the owner's iame. Martha could not help seeing it. Elsa explained frankly what it was ( and how it had come into her posses- , ^ sion. Martha was horrilied. J "Elsa, they might have entered ' your room; and your jewels laying about everywhere! How could you be so careless?" ! "Hut they didn't. I'll return this to Mr. Warrington in the morning; per- , haps tonight, if 1 see him at dinner." "He was in the next room, and we never knew it!" The linal hook snap* ped into place. "Well, Wednesday our boat leaves," as if this put a period to all further discussion anent Mr. Parrot & Co. Nothing very serious could happen between that time and , now. ( "Wednesday night." Elsa began to sins again, but not so joyously. The , petty things of every day life were | lifting their heads once more, and of necessity she must recognize them. , She sat at the consul-general's table informally. Thre was gay inconsequential chatter, an exchange of recollections and comparisons of cities and countries they had visited at separate * times; but neither she nor he men- ' tioned the chief subject of their ' thoughts. She refrained because of ' a strange yet natural shyness of a woman who has found herself; and he, because from his angle of vision ' it was best that Warrington should 1 pass out of her life as suddenly and ] mysteriously as he had entered it. Had lie spoken frankly he would have save Klsa many a bitter heartache, many a weary day. Warrington was absent, and so 1 were his enemies. If there was any 1 truth in reincarnation, Klsa was con . i ... .i~-. t ? ,k.. ....1,.,,f i IllK'Ill UlCU ill nil .->|I1CIIUIU UO..O ^ Home she had beaten her pink palms i in applause of the gladiators. Pagan, ' she was all of that; for she knew ! that she could have looked upon Mai- 1 low's face with more than ordinary ! interest. Never more would her I ^ cheeks burn at the recollection of the man's look. ] She was twenty-five; she had waited longer than most women; the I mistake of haste would never be hers. Nor did she close her eyes to the fu- .< ture. She knew exactly what the ' world was, and how it would act. She was not making any sacrifices. She was not one of those women, lightly balanced, who must have excitement i in order to exist; she depended upon i herself for her amusements With the man she loved she would have i shared a hut in the wilderness and been happy. < ?no of the things that had drawn her to Arthur had been i his <|uiet love of the open, his inter- ] est in llowers ami forests and streams. I Society, that division of classes, she i had accepted, hut to it she had never : howed down. How very well she could i * do without it; She would go with him i and help him build his bridges, help him to tight torrents and hurricanes, and to forget. That he had bidden i her farewell was nothing. She would ^ seek him. In her pursuit of happiness she was not going to permit false modesty to intervene. In her room she wrote two letters. The one to Arthur covered several pages; the other consisted of a single i line. She went down to the otflce, i r & co. MACGRATH rill Company. mailed Arthur's letter and left the note in Warrington's key-box. It was not an intentionally cruel letter she had written to the man in America; but if she had striven toward that effect she could not have achieved it more <Mi/wteecfnllv_ She cried out against the nay he had treated his brother, the false pride that had hidden all knowledge of him from her. Where were the charity and mercy of which he had so often preached? Pages of burning reproaches which seared the soul of the man who read them. She did not confide the state of her heart. It was not necessary The arrangement of the one and the defense of the other was sufficiently illuminating. Soundly the happy sleep. She did not hear the removal of Warrington's luggage at midnight, for it was stealthily done. Neither did she hear the fretful mutter of the bird as his master disturbed his slumbers. Nothing warned her that he intended to spend the night on board; that, having paid his bill early in the evening, her note might have lain the key-box until the crack of doom, so far as he was likely to know of its existence. No angel of pity whispered to her, Awake! No dream-magic people tell about drew for her the picture of the man she loved, pacing up and down the cramped deck of the packet-boat, fighting a battle compared to which that of the afternoon was play. Elsa slept on, dreamless. When she awoke in the morning, she ran to the mirror; all this fresh beauty she was going to give to him, without condition, without reservation, absoiutely; as Aspasia might have rendered her charms to Pericles. She dressed quickly, singing lowly. Kate makes us the happiest when she is about to crush us. Usually she had her breakfast served in the room, but this morning she was determined to go downstairs. She was excited; she brimmed with ex urbance; she wanted romance to begin at once. "Good-morning," she greeted the consul-general, who was breakfasting alone. "Well, you're an early bird!" he replied. "Elsa, you are certainly beautiful." "Honestly?" with real eagerness. "Honestly. And how you have gone all these years without marrying a grand duke, is something I can't figure out." "Perhaps I have been waiting for the man. There was no hurry." "Lucky chap, when you find him. By tne way, our rummiuc ran-ui ? Co. have gone." "Gone?" Elsa stared at him. "Yes. Sailed for Saigon at dawn." "Saigon," she repeated. "And 1 am rather glad to see him ?o. I was afraid he might interest pou too much. You'll deny it. but you'll never outgrow the fairy-story ige." "Saigon." "Good heavans, Elsa, what is the matter?" "No! no! Don't touch me. I'm not the fainting kind. Did you know last night that he was going?" "Yes." "1 shall never forgive you." "Why, Elsa?" "Never, never! You knew and did not tell me. Do you know who Paul Ellison is? He is the brother of the man at home. You knew he was stealing away and did not tell me." She could not have made the truth any plainer to him. He sat duck in his chair, stunned, voiceless. "I'm going to my room," she said. "Do not follow. Please act as if nothing had happened." He saw her walk bravely the length of the dining-room, out into the office. What a misfortune! Argument was out of the question. Elsa was not a child, to be reasoned with. She was i woman, and she had come to a woman's understanding of her heart. To place before her the true angles of the case, the heartless banishment Hum the woriu she Knew, me regret which would be hers later, no mutter how much she loved the man?He pushed back his chair, leaving his coffee untasted. He possessed the deep understanding of the kindly heart, and his own thought was Elsu's future happiness. As men go. Warrington was an honorable man; honorable enough to run away rather than risk the danger of staying with Elsa. He was no longer in outlaw; he could go and come as he would. Hut there was the misstep, not printed in shifting sand but upon the granite of recollection. Single, he could go back to his world and pick up the threads again, but not with a wife at his side. Oh, yes: they would be happy at tirst. Then Elsa would begin to miss the things she had so gloriously thrown away. The rift in the lute; the canker in the rose. They were equally well-born, well-bred: politeness would usurp affection's hold. Could he save her from the day when she would learn romance had come from within? No. All he could do was to help her find thf man. He sent livo cablegrams I? Saigon, to thf consulate, to tin- principal hotels: the most difficult composition he liail ever attacked. !!nt hecjtnse he had forgotten to send the sixth to meet tile packet-boat, against the possibility of Warrington changing his mind and not landing, his labor was thrown to the winds. .Meantime. Klsa stopped at the office desk. "I left a note for Mr. Warrington who has gone to Saigon. I see it in his key box. Will yon please return it to me?" The clerk did not hesitate an instant. He gravely returned the note to her. marveling at her paleness. Klsa crushed the note ill her hand and moved toward the stairs, wondering if she could reach her room before she broke down utterly. He had gone. He had gone without knowing that all he wanted in life was his for the taking. In her room she opened the note and through blurred vision read what she had so happily inscribed the night before. "Paul?I love you. Come to me. Klsa." She had written it. unashamed. She Hung herself upon the bed. and there Martha found her. "Klsa, child, what is it?" Martha cried, kneeling beside the bed. "Child, what has happened?" Klsa sat up, seized Martha by the shoulders and stared in the faithful eyes. "Do you want to know?" "Elsa!" "Well, 1 love this man Warrington and he loves me. But he has gone. Can't you see? Don't you understand? Have you been as blind as I? He is I'aul Ellison, Arthur's brother, his twin brother. And they obliterated him. It is Arthur who is the ghost, Martha, the phantom. Ah, I have caused you a good deal of worry, and I am going to cause you yet more. I am going to Saigon; up and down the world, east and west, until I lind him. Shall I go alone, or will you go with me?" Then Martha did what ever after endeared her to the heart of the stricken girl: she mothered her. "Elsa, my baby. Of course I shall go with you always. For you could not love any man if he was not worthy." Then followed the strangest quest doubtless ever made by a woman. From Singapore to Saigon, up to Bangkok, down to Singapore again, to Batavia, over to Hongkong, Shanghai, Pekin, Manila, Hongkong again, then Yokohama. Patient and hopeful, Elsa followed the bewildering trail. She left behind her many puzzled hotel managers and booking agents: for it was not usual for a beautiful young woman to go about the world, inquiring for a blond man with a parrot. Sometimes she was only a day late. Many cablegrams she sent, but upon ( her arrival in each port she found that these had not been called for. Over these heart-breaking disappointments she uttered no complaint. The world in which she could only look back and wide, Elsa knew that some day she would find him. In the daytime there was the quest: , but, ah! the nights, the interminable hours of inaction, the spaces of time in which she could only lie back and think. Up and down the coasts, across islands, over seas, the journey took her, until one day in July she found herself upon the pillared veranda of the house in which her mother had been born, (To be Continued.) i WERE NO "GOOD OLD DAYS." People Now Are Just As Upright As 1 In Former Years. We may as well demolish the timeworn superstition that the good old times again are all that we need to make us happy. There never was any 1 good old times. "Say not thou. What 1 is the cause that the former days were 1 better than these?" chides the preacher. showing that the complaint is us ' old as human nature. Hear Homer: "Few sons are like their fathers; most ' are worse, only a few are better." If : in Homer's opinion?and he puts the ' words into the mouth of Athena, speaking on the guise of Mentor, dou- ' bled-distilled wisdom?most men are ' worse than their fathers, then upon 1 what degenerate days must we have 1 fallen! (Jive a length of time like that between ourselves and Homer, 1 and the complaint falls to pieces of ' its own absurdity. For one, I like to believe that the * young people of the coming genera- 1 lion are not less able or less earnest. ' nor less willing or less devoted, than ' those of our own young days. Those 1 men in buckram whom we boast of ' having fought, were they indeed so much more formidable than the giants ' in the path of the youth of today? Were we never "cowards on instinct," ' pluming ourselves on our "discre- ! lion?" 1 feel that we, the talking gen- ' eration, might suffer in comparison 1 with the youth of today, did not our ' memories so often play us false. Cer- 1 tainly not all of us have achieved even honesty and courtesy and common human kindness. Did we all once 1 have learning and wit and zeal? 1 Where are our wit and zeal and learn- 1 ing now? Are our sons and daughters ' so much our inferiors? No, by by my ( halidoine! And we know it!?Fannie 1 H. Eckstorm, in Atlantic Monthly. 1 _ i Alabama Negro Farmers.?Negro ^ farmers own or control 5,10(1,000 acres (if land in the state (if Alabama alone, or 350,000 more acres than they controlled in 1000. The negro farmers of that state have under their control 3,563,000 more acres of improved land than they were cultivating in 1900. In ten years the number of negro farmers increased 17.3 per cent and now they own or control one fourth of all the farm property in Alabama, having an aggregate value of $97,370,000, or 107.5 per cent more farm property than they controlled in the beginning of the ten year period. < To the close of 1913, Alaska had produced known material wealth to the value of $248,300,000. This is the Harvard ColleRe second ley, KnKland, on tlie Thames river, Sati FOOTSTEPS OF THE FATHERS As Traced In Early Files of The Yorkvllle Enquirer m NEWS AND VIEWS OF VESTERDAV Bringing Up Records of the Past and Giving the Younger Readers of Today a Pretty Comprehensive Knowledge of the Things that Most Concerned Generations that Have Gone Before. The first installment of the notes appearing under this heading was published in our issue of November 14. 1913. The notes are being prepared by the editor as time and opportunity permit. Their purpose is to bring into review the events of the past for the pleasure and satisfaction of the older people and for the entertainment and instruction of the present generation. SiXTY-FIRST INSTALLMENT (Thursday morning, March 21, 1861.) The Dallas Connection. We have said that it was to the interest of the Charlotte and Columbia as well as South Carolina railroad, to take stock in the proposed road to Dallas; we propose now to show how this is the case. It is well known that our last legislature granted a charter for the Central railroad, which is to pass through Sumter and Camden and terminate at Lancaster. This road connects with the South Carolina road at Gourdin's Turn Out, and from present indications will assuredly be extended from Lancaster to Charlotte. This, when affected, will give Charlotte a connection with Charlotte and Columbia, and for the most part, independently of the South Carolina railroad. These two roads will then have an important rival in the Central; for the distance between Charlotte and Charleston by either route, is about the same. The Charlotte and Lincolnton road, now in process of building, and the Western Extension, which is destined to reach Rutherford, will tap Gaston, Cleveland, Lincoln, Rutherford and other counties, and carry their trade to Charlotte, where the chances will be good for it to take the Central road, even when its destination is Charleston. Now, if a railroad is built to Dallas, thence to Lincoln, and ultimately to Newton and Morganton, a large portion of the trade of these counties, both to and from Charleston, will pass by Columbia and this place. The Charlotte ana (joiumma roau wiu, therefore, enjoy the benefits of their trade 65 miles?that is, from Columbia to Chester?and the South Carolina road, all its length from Columbia to Charleston. This trade would seek this channel for the simple reason that Yorkville is on a bee-line between Charleston and Morganton, and the roads in question make but a very small elbow with each other at Columbia. Another thing for these roads to take into consideration is the keen rivulship which is destined to exist between Charleston and Wilmington, is the markets and emporiums of trade for western North Carolina. From Charlotte, produce is about as likely to go to the one as the other, l?rices being equal, but for counties westward of Charlotte, Charleston is the natural market; and all that is wanted to make it their real and permanent market, Is the proper railroad onnection. This desirable end will !>e forwarded by the road to Dallas; ind it is, therefore, a matter of standing interest that this road should be built, not only to the railroads referred to, but likewise, and even in a greater degree, to the city of Charleston itself. These remarks are predicated on he assumption that North Carolina ivill ultimately take her place in this Confederacy. If she remains where she is, Wilmington must needs become lier great medium of seaward importations and exportations. It is, however, perfectly safe, we deem, to proceed upon the assumption which tve have made. 1 he tailure of 'contention" in the late election, is ominjus of her future action. Gov. Ellis, t is rumored, has already issued his proclamation convening the legisla:ure in extra session, and the purpose if its meeting willbe to call a conven.ion. The people of the state are now prepared to act?they will be more so vhen the time comes to vote again; uid they will choose delegates who ivill promptly enact secession. We sincerely hope, however, that air people will come forward at once, md subscribe for stock sufficient to uild this road to the line. We are >f the opinion that it will prove a landsomely paying investment; and ive prefer that the profits should be listributed at home, rather than accrue to other railroad companies. From every source we learn that the people of Gaston are alive to this enerprise. Let York show in behalf of ler best interest, an equally enlightened zeal. The time has come when people must have their railroads, or ?et clearly behind the age. ? Married?on Tuesday, 12th, instant. eitflit that won the famous Grand Chall trday. Tliis rowing event is an English by Rev. R. Y. Russell, Rev. James S. ' Railey of Chester district, and Miss Elvira C. Gill, of York district. On Tuesday, 12th, instant, by Rev. 1 Robt. Y. Russell, Mr. Thomas Burris and Miss Martha Williams, all of York district. On Wednesday evening, 13th, instant, by Rev. James M. H. Adams, Mr. I. Donom Witherspoon and Miss Margaret E. Wright, all of Yorkvllle. In Yorkville, on the 14th, instant, by John Ci. Enloe, Esq., Mr. William H. Howell, of Mississippi, and Miss Caroline Chambers, of York district. (Thursday Morning, March 28, 18G1). Chester a Port of Entry. We learn from a private source that Chester has been made a port of entry ior gooos coming rrom tne unuea States into the Confederate States. Mr. William T. Robinson, the very efficient and energetic agent of the Charlotte and S. C. railroad, has been appointed collector of customs; and will, we presume, enter upon the duties of the post immediately. * The Postal Service. The postmaster general of the Confederate states, has issued a couple of circulars to postmasters and contractors for mail routes, the substance of which we give to our readers. Postmasters will act under their contracts with the United States, until this department of the Confederate government can be organized, or the United States refuse to carry the mails for the seceded states. In the latter case Postmaster General Reagan is authorized by proclamation to continue, provisionally, present postmasters, and to enter into new contracts with parties carrying mail. No change whatever will be made until one or the other contingency arises, owing to the impracticability of mixing the employes of two governments in one and the same service. * * Fire. On Wednesday night of last week, a negro cabin on the premises of Mr. Moses Lindsay near Olivet church, was consumed by fire, destroying three negro children, respectively 13, 7, and 5 years of age. A negro boy of a neighbor, on a visit to his wife at Mr. Lindsay's, saved a woman by catching her as she leaped from a window, and extinguishing her garments which were on fire. The cause of the fire is attributed entirely to accident. Married?On Thursday, 21st instant, by Rev. Samuel L. Watson, Mr. G. M. A. C. Riddle, and Miss Mary M. Glenn, all of this district. (To be Continued). BOUGHT THEIR EXPERIENCE Asbury Park Newspaper Venture and What Came of It. The Asbury Park Times, a daily ..'ewspaper established last fall by a group of business men of that city, including the head of its largest department store, is to quit the field. According to the statement issued by the board of directors the indebtedness above the assets is not large, but the board declares that because of the impossibility of longer financing the enterprise they advise the winding up of its affairs. The stockholders are probably now convinced that while it is easy to start a daily newspaper, it is difficult to 1 make it a success without plenty of capital, in a field that offers favorable opportunity. When the promoters of the Times were discussing the feasibility of starting the paper they called into conference several experienced New York newspaper men, who unanimously advised them against the project unless they were prepared to put up at least $100,000 at the start, and be ready to put up $50,000 more if it should be needed. They said that few daily papers pay expenses the lirst year even in a favorable field. In Asbury Park the daily would have to meet the competition of an old and well-established newspaper, and time would be required to put it on its feet. This advice was not taken. The merchants who organized the com- 1 pany believed that they knew more about the matter than the newspaper men and went ahead with the project. After having put much less than $ fit), 000 into the Times they now admit that the paper is a failure and that they can no longer supply funds for carrying it 011. The backers of the Asbury Park Times are wiser than they were, and doubtless when, in the future, someone comes along seeking for contributions for the starting of another daily they will keep a firm grip on their bank rolls. Their experience has been the same as that of many others who have been anxious to pose as newspaper publishers.?Editor and ! Publisher. - l Consoling Reply.?"It gwieves me to , speak of it, Gwaee. Lawst evening , you laughed at me, right to my face." \ "You shouldn't mind that. Every , day of my life I am laughing at noth- ( ing."?Boston Record. x Russia's population is increasing 1 at the rate of 2,50.000 a year. It now stands at about 147,000,000, of which i 100,000,000 are peasants. ( ! v ms ' en?e Cup in a rowing contest at Hensporting event of much moment. iUiscrltantous iUatlinfl. WORLD'S ECONOMIC PROGRESS Statistics Show United States Ranks High in the Scale. In the basic elements of economic progress, says a Washington letter, the United States ranks high among the nations of the world, being one of the live countries only which have an area in excess of three million square miles, and the only nation of the western world (except Russia) hav| ing a population of over one hundred million. In the Interchange of products among its own people, it leads the world, its home trade at the present time being estimated at nearly 40 t.ti i x *uA <n?AW uiiuuu uuuaia, ui equal iu me uncinational exchange of the world and approximately ten times the value of our own foreign trade now valued at four billion dollars. That our present foreign trade is far short of the immediate possibilities of the nation, is evident from the consideration of its area, commerce and other economic factors in comparison with that of other leading countries, as set forth in comparative tables published in the Statistical Abstract of the United States, 1913, compiled by the bureau of foreign and domestic commerce, department of commerce. Thus the present export trade of the United States (two and a hair billion dollars) represents about $25 per capita. A per capita basis equal to that of Argentina would raise the export power of the United States to five billion dollars, and one equal to that of Belgium would bring its exports to ten billion dollars a year; while our aggregate foreign trade, when upon a per capita basis as large as that of Canada would be considerably over thirteen billion dollars a year. Other comparative tables in the "Statistical Abstract" further emphasize the commercial power of the United States and its strong international position. In railway mileage, for example, we possess one-third of the world's total, our 258,000 miles being ten times as much as the mileage of the United Kingdom and six times that of Germany. One company alone has 238,000 miles of telegraph lines, or double the total in Russia, next in order. More than one-third of the world's mail service is perform ed upon routes located in the United States, while our public debt of one billion dollars is smaller than that of Italy, Austria-Hungary, Spain. Germany, Austrailia, Japan, British India or Great Britain, and Is less than onesixth that of France, and one-fourth that of Russia. Temporary recessions have frequently marked the course of American commerce, but the tendency .according to historical tables published In the Statistical Abstract, is ever higher. In eleven years, from 1890 to 1901, our foreign trade grew from one and one-half billion to two and one-fourth billion dollars, an increase of 50 per cent, while in the eleven years from 1902 to 1913, It increased from two and one-fourth billion to four and one-fourth billion, a gain of 90 per cent. The foundations of this growth are laid deep in the soil and natural resources of our country and in the character of our people. Thus the American Union, from thirteen states having 325 thousand square miles and one million people, has expanded to 48 states and the territories of Alaska, Porto Rico and Hawaii, with an area of three and two-thirds million square miles and 100 million people. In the period since 1870, the value of our farm products has risen from two billion to about ten billion dollars a year. the output of coal from less than 30 to nearly 500 million long tons; copper from 12 1-2 thousand to over one-half million tons, pig iron from two to thirty-one million tons; petroleum from 221 million to 9 1-4 billion gallons, and manufactures from 4 billion to over 20 billion dollars. Data relating to education, labor, finance, prices and other facts affecting the economic life of the people, are also contained in the "Statistical Abstract of the United States, 1913," which may be procured from the superintendents of documents, government printing office. Washington, D. C? for 50 cents a copy. TRANSATLANTIC FLYER Dr. Bell Discusses Feasibility of Over Ocean Passage. The possibility of a transatlantic ocean llyer in a heavier-than-air machine in 13 hours, is pointed out in a communication to the National Geographic society, at Washington, D. C., from Dr. Alexander Graham Bell, inventor of the telephone and former president of the society, says a Washington dispatch. "The distance from Newfoundland to Ireland is less than 2,000 miles," says Dr. Bell. "This means that if you go at 100 miles an hour you will cross the Atlantic in 20 hours?less than a day. We have flying machines that go at a greater speed than that. We already have machines that could cross the ocean if their engines can keep going for 20 hours. Of course, these are exceptional machines; but even the ordinary machines of today make 50 miles an hour with ease. "Now, a Hying machine Hies faster is you go higher up, because the rarer lir offers less resistance to the motion, while the propeller gives the same push with the same power, whatever the elevation. As you get into rarer lir the propeller spins around faster. \ fiO-mile-an-hour machine Hying two miles high in the air?and we have machines that have gone twice as high as that?will tly much faster ban 50 miles an hour. Then at an devotion of two miles high in the air, there is a constant wind blowing in he general direction of Kurope, havr.g a velocity anywhere from 25 to 50 miles an hour. "As a net result of all these things. ' here can be little doubt that any 1 irdinary machine that is able to sup- i port itself in the air at an elevation of wo miles high, will attain a speed of it least 100 miles an hour in the direction of Europe, and that means gong from America to Europe in a angle day. Calculations show that. I aking all these circumstances into onsideration, our best machines should be able to cross the Atlantic in 13 hours. I hardly dare say it aloud for publication. It Is sufficiently startling to know that it is not only possible, but probable, that the passage may be made in a single day. Hut if. as I imagine, It can be done In 13 hours, you may take an early breakfast in Newfoundland and a late supper in Ireland the same night." CAPT. W. P. BURTON % i? ?K, -jMRrNfe ' f-^--- - > 3B^5^ .^s^x>' vfc^gggfg^ap Capt. W. P. Burton, it is expected, will be the skipper of the yacht with which Sir Thomas Llpton hopes to capture the America's cup this summer. AL JENNINGS, CANDIDATE If Elected, Will Pardon Good Men and Imprison Crooks. The puzzle in Oklahoma politics is A1 Jennings, ex-train robber, who is seeking the Democratic nomination for governor, says a Tusla, Oklahoma, dispatch. Prominent newspapers mi uug'iuui me amic aic uciimciue Jennings' candidacy, as rival candidates declare he is being aided and abetted by Republicans, who believe by "putting him over" at the August primary, the Republican success at the general election will be assured. The religious element, which says It would be "just too awful for anything" to nominate a one-time outlaw for the highest office in the state, is holding its breath in fear this will happen. The fact remains, according to the best posted men on politics in Oklahoma, A1 Jennings is leading the race and is daily gaining strength, while his opponents are either barely holding their own or are losing. Whereas, rival candidates are speaking to mere handfuls of people, Jennings, by the mere announcement of his own coming, is day after day speaking to enormous crowds. A few nights ago he broke the record in Tusla for political meetings, addressing an open air gatherii\g, estimated at 5,000 people. Two nights later he spoke to a crowd at Muskogee that blockaded two of the principal streets, necessitating calling out of the police reserves in order to make an opening for traffic. It is just such crowds as this that face the "bandit" candidate night after night. "Elect me governor and watch the exodus of political crooks across Red River the minute I get into office," Jennings L telling the people. "I expect to use the parole system in the state penitentiary freely, for many a good man gets into prison, but, so help me God, for every man I let out on parole I will fill his place with a crooked politician. The great trouble in Oklahoma is too many thieves in - nign places. Although Jennings holds letters , from Gov. West of Oregon, Gov. Hunt of Arizona and noted people In the , country indorsing his candidacy and . wishing him success, and he can tell a "sob story" that never fails to win, ] he is not springing any of this. He < is telling what he declares to be the truth about political conditions in i Oklahoma and of certain forces that are seeking to down him. I "I admit the crimes for which I : have done my bit, and now am trying to come back and show the world at 1 large just what an official is worth i who honestly tries to do his duty," he | told his Tusla audience. "There are I thousands in the state occupying places of power and distinction who < are criminals, and if they had their ' ..I,J o?OiArltv ( urnri is wwuiu uc suui n ui aumuiu; and cast into prison for the good of ' the commonwealth. Elect me gover- * nor and watch me get these men. I 1 know them and their methods, and they know it. This is one reason why my campaign has been attacked so bitterly from many different angles." It makes no difference to A1 if one of the objects of attack happens to be in the crowd. The chances are he will single him out by name. Although barely five feet tall, Jennings will boldly proclaim a giant a thief if that ' Is what he believes him to be, and if 1 he happens to be present, will dare ' the object of his attack to come back ' at him in any manner he chooses. f 1 m 1 t Books Worth $15,000,000. j The last of the twelve volumes f which comprise the findings of the j thirteenth census is off the press and j makes complete the most expensive s set of books that the world has ever , known, says the Technical World. v The !*ed< ral government has spent , $15,000,000 in producing these hooks: j each one has cost about $1,250,000. Yet t the government considers that the t money which it has invested in the t thirteenth census is well spent. \ The chief cost has not been in print- < ins the books, but gathering and compiling the facts which make them up. Every individual in the nation has j l>een catalogued. > it ' One in every three persons in 1 Australia has a banking account. c CAN'T DODGE PROSPERITY Bumper Crops Sure to Make Good Times, Says John B. Farwell. "The biggest crops of all kinds for years are reported by our traveling men," said John V. Farwell, head of the John V. Farwell company, one of the largest dry goods wholesale houses in the west. "The railroads have arranged to handle the produce as fast as it is delivered. Our markets are waiting to receive the shipments, and the bankers are anxious to get their reserve cash into circulation. With these potential factors at work, the 'country cannot dodge prosperity if it tries. "The depression of the summer has partly been due to lack of confidence on the part of capital. Much money went into hiding to await de veiopmenuj. wnuicvcr appiciiciimuu was felt, however, has been set at rest by the bumper crops. The next move is the distribution of products and money, so that prosperity will be brought to every individual. That such prosperity will come within a short time is reasonably certain." Asked what effect the crops would have on prices and cost of living, Mr, Farwell said: "It is too early to answer that question intelligently. In my mind, the first thing the country wants to do is to get both labor and capital to work ?in other words, to put the money Into the hands of the people who can buy. The question of prices will then take care of itself." George M. Reynolds, president of the Continental and Commercial National bank, said: "Crops are becoming more and more a deciding factor. There has been too much talk of business reac tlon. We have promise now that our agricultural yields, including livestock, will reach the stupendous total of $11,000,000,000 to $12,000,000,000. CAPTURED ANTELOPE ALIVE Tired It Out and Then Caught it Very Easily. An old timer in the San Luis Valley of Southern Colorado tells the following story of the dacy, now long past, when antelope grazed in great numbers in the beautiful natural meadows along the Alamosa, Conejos and Rio Grande. A young school teacher named Paul Brown came out from Ohio to spend the summer at my ranch. He was a lover of hunting, but had never had a chance at any kind of big .tame. No sooner did he learn that th^re were antelope in our neighborhood than he made up his mind to get one. I gave him an old buckskin broncho cow pony, not much for looks, but wltb an amazing amount of wind. He could gallop twelve hours with almost ' no rest, and be non$ the worse for It the next day. As Brown rode along the Conejos river one morning he Jumped a buck out of the tall grass almost under his horse's nose. The antelope ran, and Brown was so startled that he entirely forgot his rifle. But the pony laid back his ears and started in pursuit of the fleeing antelope. At the first Jump, his hind leg struck the end of the rifle barrel and knocked it out of the saddle scabbard. Brown was too busy keeping the antelope In sight to notice its loss. The antelope soon got out of the tall grass, and settled down to a steady run on the open prairie, with the plucky little cow pony about 100 yards behind. Brown then remembered that IIC iiau a 1IIIC, unu iva^uvu uvn? aw? it. The gun was gone, and he had no time to go back and hunt for it, so he made up his mind to run the antelope down and capture it alive. The buck ran in a great circle and at the end of an hour or a little more, had finished the first lap. The gap between himself and the pony was about the same as at the start. Whenever the antelope sprinted, the buckskin was equal to the occasion, and held his own. Both animals showed signs of weakening at the end of the second hour. Then Brown had a happy thought. HIS saddle weigneu iiuuui iu puuuuo. The pony would last longer if he could get rid of the saddle. So, leaning down, Brown loosened the cinches. When everything was loose he slipped over the horn to the pony's shoulders and pushed the saddle off behind him. Relieved of that weight the pony began to gain slowly, and at the end of another half hour was less than fift yards behind. The antelope was pretty thoroughly exhausted, and the pony was breathing hard, but at the end of five minutes was running neck and neck with the antelope. Brown then realized that he should have kept his rope when he threw the saddle away. He did not even have a pocketknife. He did not know what to do. Then he had an inspiration. Pulling off his coat and holding it under his irm he climbed on the pony's shoullers and made a flying leap on top of the antelope. By chance he landed squarely astride the buck's back. The mtelope was pretty well worn out, ind with the additional weight of the ider he tired rapidly. Brown then threw his coat over the buck's head md tied the sleeves together under his throat. The blindfolded antelope stepoed into a hole and fell. Brown went >ver the antelope's head and landed ininjured just in front of his horse, vhich had come to a standstill. Jumpng up Brown unsnapped one of the >ridle reins, and before the exhausted >uck could regain his feet the man lad him securely hog-tied. Leaving the antelope tied and blind 'olded Brown started home, andreach>d the ranch house just about dark, ie told me his experience, but he had ilenty of trouble making me believe lis story. The next morning, however, . hitched a team to the wagon and itarted out with him for the place vhere he said he had left his game. I lad to believe his story when we eached the place and found the anteope tied and blindfolded. We loaded he buck into the wagon and, after ising up the remainder of the day inding Brown's gun and saddle, drove tack to the ranch house.?Youth's Companion. X'' Owing to the printers' strike at 3rague. the leading newspaper, the Carodni Listy, was recetnly produced >y photography from typewritten opy.