f ' ISSUED SEMI-WKKKI^ ________ l m. qrist'S sons, Pobii.her., } % 4HmilS $?Dsppi;: ^or thg fromofion of Ihg political, Social, ^gritultitral and Commercial JntereslB of thi> Jptoplg. | ESTABLISHED I85"?. YORK, 8. TUESDAY^ NOVEMBER 8371915 ~ NO. 94. TARZ THE By EDGAR RIC 4F j Copyright, 1912, by the Frank A. Mu 4 1 CHAPTER XL l *"Mo?t Remarkable." Several miles south of the cabin, upon a strip of sandy beach, stood two old men arguing. Before them stretched the broad Atlantic, at their backs the dark continent; close around them loomed the Impenetrable blackness of the jungle. Savage beasts roared and growled. Noises, hideous and weird, assailed their ears. They had wandered miles in search of their camp, but always in the wrong direction. They were hopelessly lost Samuel T. Pilander was speaking. ?"But, my dear professor," he was saying, "I still maintain that but for the victories of Ferdinand and Isabella over the fifteenth century Moors in Spain the world would be better a thousand years in advance of where we now find ourselves. But, bless me, professor, there seems to be some one m approaching." Prof. Archimedes Q. Porter turned to the jungle in the direction indicated by the nearsighted Mr. Philander. "Tut, tut, Mr. Philander!" he chided. "How often must I urge you to seek after absolute concentration of your mental faculties? And now I find yo>u guilty of a most flagrant breach of courtesy in interrupting my discourse to call attention to a mere quadruped of the genus felis. As I was saying. Mr."? "Heavens, professor, a lion!" cried Mr. Philander, straining his weak eyes toward the dim figure outlined against the dark tropical underbush. "Yes, yes. Mr. Philander, if you insist upon employing slang in your dis course a. iowi. nui, cu I noo .. "Bless me, professor," again interim*' rupted Mr. Philander, "permit me to suggest that we postpone discussion of Moors until we may attain the enchanting view of yon felis carnivora which distance proverbially is credited ^ with lending." In the meantime the lion had approached with quiet dignity to within ten paces of the two men, where he stood curiously watching them. "Most reprehensible, most reprehensible!'' exclaimed Professor Porter, with a faint trace of irritation in his voice. "Never, Mr. Philander, never before in my life have I known one of these animals to be permitted to roam at large from its cage. I shall most certainly "report this most outrageous breach of ethics to the directors of the zoological garden." "Quite right, professor," agreed Mr. Philander, "and the sooner it is done the better. Let us start now." Seizing the professor by the arm, Mr. Philander set off in the direction that would put the greatest distance between themselves and the lion. They had proceeded but a short distance when a backward glance re vealed that the lion was following ^ them. Mr. Philander tightened his grip ^ upon the professor and increased his speed. "As I was saying. Mr. Philander"? repeated Professor Porter. ^ Mr. Philander took another hasty V glance rearward. The lion also had Quickened his gait and was doggedly maintaining an unvarying distance behind them. "He Is following us!" gasped Mr. Philander, breaking into a run. "Tut, tut, Mr. Philander!" remonstrated the professor. "This unseemly p "Good evening, sir," said the professor. haste is most unbecoming to men of letters." Mr. Philander dropped the professor's arm and broke into a mad orgy of speed that would have done credit to any varsity track team. With streaming coattails and shiny silk hat. Professor Archimedes Q. Porter followed, while from the shadows peered two keen eyes in interested appreciation of the race. It was Tarzan of the apes who watched, with face a-grin. this old game of follow the leader. He knew the two men were safe enough from attack in so far as the lion was concerned. The very fact that ^ Xuma had foregone such easy prey at all convinced the wise forest craft of Tarzan that Xuma had already dined. [ The lion might stalk them until i hungry again, but the chances were i that if not angered he would soon tire ^ of the sport and slink away to his jungle lair. So Tarzan swung quietly to a lower! limb in line with the approaching; fugitives, and as Mr. Samuel T. Phi AN OF APES E BURROUGHS insey Company. ! lander came panting and blowing beneath him, already too spent to struggle up to the safety of the limb, Tarzan reached down and grasping him by the collar of his coat, yanked him to the limb by his side. Another moment brought the professor within the sphere of the friendly grip, and he too, was drawn upward to safety Just as the baffled Numa, with a roar, leaped to recover his vanishing quarry. For a moment the two men clung, panting to the great branch, while Tarzan squatted with his back to the stem of the tree, watching them with mingled curiosity and amusement. It was the professor who first broke the silence. "I am deeply pained, Mr. Philander, that you should have evinced such a paucity of manly courage in the presence of one of the lower orders. As I was saying. Mr. Philander, when you interrupted me, the Moors"? "Professor Archimedes Q. Porter." broke in Mr. Philander in icy tones, "the time has arrived when patience becomes a crime and mayhem appears garbed in the mantle of virtue. You have accused me of cowardice. Believe me, sir, I am tottering on the verge of forgetfulness as to your exalted position in the world of science and your gray hairs." The professor sat in silence for a few minutes, and the darkness hid the grim smile that wreathed his wrinkled countenance. Presently he spoke. ,,t *- t>v? (in n/) nt< ?? via J-iUUIV IIC1C, Oivilllljr ATM lliauuvi, ?*v said in belligerent tones, "if you are lookin* for a scrap, peel off your coat and come down on the ground, and I'll punch your head just as I did sixty years ago in the alley back of Porky Evan's barn." "Ark!" gasped the astonished Mr. Philander. "Lordy, how good that sounds! When you're human, Ark, I love you. Somehow it seems as though you had forgotten how to be human for the last twenty years." "Forgive me, Skinny," the professor said softly. "It hasn't been quite twenty years, and heaven alone knows how hard I have tried to be 'human' for Jane's sake, and yours, too, since my other Jane was taken away." An old hand stole up from Mr. Philander's side to clasp the professor's, and no other message could better have translated the one heart to the , other. , "You certainly pulled me up into ( this tree Just in time," said the professor at last. "I want to thank you. ( You saved my life." "But I didn't pull you up here, professor," said Mr. Philander. "Bless , me, the excitement of the moment quite caused me to lorgei mai ? myself was drawn up here by some outside agency. There must be some one or something in this tree with us." "Eh?" ejaculated Professor Porter. "Are you quite positive, Mr. Philander?" "Most positive, professor," replied Mr. Philander. "And," he added, "I think we should thank the party. He may be sitting right next to you now, professor." Just then it occurred to Tarzan of the apes that Numa had loitered beneath the tree for a sufficient length of time, so he raised his young head toward the heavens, and there rang out upon the terrified ears of the two . old men the awful warning challenge of the anthropoid. The two friends, huddled trembling in their precarious position on the . limb, saw the great lion halt in his restless pacing as the bloodcurdling , cry smote his ears and then slink , quietly into the jungle to be instantly ^ Inst t n vlow . "Most remarkable, most remarkable," murmured Professor Porter, clutching frantically at Mr. Philander to regain the balance which the sudden fright had so perilously endangered. Unfortunately for them both Mr. Philander's center of equilibrium was at that very moment hanging upon the ragged edge of nothing, so that it needed but the additional impetus supplied by the additional weight of Professor Porter's body to topple the devoted secretary from the limb. For a moment they swayed uncertainly, and then, with mingled and most unscholarly shrieks, they pitched headlong from the tree, . locked in frenzied embrace. It was quite some moments ere ei- ' ther moved, for both were positive ' that any such attempt would reveal so many breaks and fractures as to make futher progress impossible. At length Professor Porter essayed 1 an attempt to move one leg. To his 1 surprise it responded to his will as in 1 days gone by. He now drew up its 1 mate and stretched it forth again. 1 "Most remarkable," he murmured. "Thank heaven, professor," whis- ! pered Mr. Phidander fervently. "You're not dead, then?" ' "Tut, tut. Mr. Philander: tut, tut!" 1 cautioned Professor Porter. "I do not know as yet." With infinite solicitude Professor Porter wiggled his right arm?joy! It ( was intact. Breathlessly he waved his left arm above his prostrate body. It ( waved. I "Most remarkable; most remarka- ( ble!" he said. "To whom are you signaling, professor''" asked Mr. Philander in an excited tone. Professor Porter deigned to make no response to this puerile inquiry. Mr. Philander had not moved from where he had fallen. He had not | dared the attempt. How. indeed, could one move when one's arms and legs and back were broken? One eye was buried in the soft i loam; the other rolling sidewlse, was fixed in awe upon the strange gyra- , tions of Professor Porter. Professor Porter rolled over upon his stomach. Then he sat up and felt J of various portions of his anatomy. \ "They are all here!" he ejaculated Whereupon he rose, and, bending a scathing glance upon the still prostrate form of Samuel T. Philander, he said: "Tut, tut, Mr. Philander: this is no time to indulge in slothful ease. We must be up and doing." Mr. Philander lifted his other eye out of the mud and gazed in speechless rage at Professor Porter. Then he attempted to rise, nor could there have been any one more surprised than he when his efforts were immediately crowned with marked success. He was still bursting: with rage, however, at the cruel injustice of Professor Porter's insinuation and was on the point of rendering a tart rejoinder when his eyes fell upon a strange figure standing a few paces away, scrutinizing them intently. Professor Porter had recovered his shiny silk hat, which he had brushed carefully upon the sleeve of his coat and replaced upon his head. When he saw Mr. Philander pointing to something behind him he turned to behold a giant, naked but for a loin cloth and a few metal ornaments, standing motionless before him. "Good evening sir," said the professor, lifting his hat. For reply the giant motioned them to follow him and set off to the beach in the direction from which they had recently come. "I think it the part of discretion to follow him," said Mr. Philander. "Tut, tut, Mr. Philander," returned the professor. "A short time since you were advancing most logical argument in substantiation of your theory that camp lay directly south of us. I was skeptical, but you finally convinced me, so now I am positive that toward the south we must travel to reach our friends. Therefore I shall continue south." Further argument was interrupted by Tarzan, who, seeing that these strange men were not following him, had returned to their side. Again he motioned them to follow him, but still they stood m argument. Presently the ape lost patience with their stupid ignorance. He grasped the frightened Mr. Philander by the shoulder, and before that worthy gentleman knew whether he was being killed or merely maimed for life Tarzan had tied one end of his rope securely about Mr. Phllander's neck. "Tut, tut, Mr. Philander," remonstrated Professor Porter. "It is most unbeseeming in you to submit to such indignities." But scarcely were the words out of his mouth eTe, he too, had been seized and securely bound by the neck with the same rope. Then Tarzan set off toward the north, leading the now thoroughly frightened professor and his secretary. In deathly silence they proceeded for what seemed hours to the two tired and hopeless old men, but presently, as they topped a little rise of Efround, they were overjoyed to see the cabin lying before them, not a hundred yards distant. Here Tarzan released them and, pointing toward the little building, vanished into the jungle beside them. It was a much relieved party of castaways that found itself once more/ united. Dawn discovered them still ( recounting their various adventures, ind speculating upon the identity of J the strange guardian and protector they had found on the savage shore. (To be Continued.) More Hogs Than for Years. ( There are more hogs in South Carolina now than in any recent year and i large number of farmers will at this time be beginning to select pigs from their herd for fattening for the winter , market. Some advice on this subject Is given by the livestock experts of , the extension division of Clemson col- ( lege, which will be glad at any time ( to answer questions about hog pro- ] Juction. ( For fattening, .select pigs weighing . from 130 to 150 pounds and in good j condition. They should be fattened , tor at least 60 days and perhaps 75, ( If it requires so long to bring them up , to a weight of 180 to 200 pounds. This , Is the most desirable weight at which to put hogs on the market and anima's of this weight in good condition will , bring top prices. Corn is selling at low prices in the ( state now, compared with prices in ( recent years, and it can be used to a , large extent for fattening hogs. Farm- ( ers who have fall pasture can supple- , tnent this with a feed of corn alone ind pet pood results. Otherwise, he , can feed a ration consistinp of one | part corn and one part wheat middlings. , In feeding corn as a supplement to pasture, begin with a daily feed of ibout two pounds per hundredweight. , or three pounds of corn for a hog weighing 150 pounds. When full feeding has been well begun, one may feed , all the corn the hog will clean up. , i "Killed by Idle Gossip."?A coroner's jury at Western Springs, 111., has di- , rected attention to one of the greatest evils that afflicts humanity by rendering a verdict of "killed by idle gossip" in the case of a young wife and mother who committed suicide. How many persons have suffered slightly from the same exquisite torfure that forced this young woman to i end her life! The agony of mind that i ccmes from the gossip of friends as I " ell as enemies is beyond the imagi- I nation of those who have never suf- i fercd it. i A carelessly spoken word may ac- i lually wreck human life. It may be the spark that is set to a lifelong fuse i of disaster. Rumors circulated about i the character of a man or woman sel- < ilom are minimized, but rather are I magnified as they pass from lip to i lip. The most unfortunate part of the circulation of gossip is that it is usu- 1 ally directed against a woman. The i unfortunate dual moral code, which some day will be abolished, makes men impervious to such gossip usually, and in fact exempts him from ! it. Rut a woman, to whom reputa- ' ion means much more, cannot with- ( ste nd such gossip. Legal penalties are provided for slander, but unfortunately scandal is accentuated by an appearance in court I in such a case. It would be well if women would gain the courage to take such cases into court and demand the punishment of the offenders. But it 1 would be better still if society were to turn a cold shoulder upon the one who gossips rather than upon the subject if the gossip.?Washington Post. FOOTSTEPS OF THE FATHERS , As Traced In Early Files of Tbe Yorkvllle Enquirer. NEWS AND VIEWS OF YESTERDAY Bringing Up Records of the Past and Giving ths Youngsr Readers of To* day a Pretty Comprehensive Knowledge of the Things that Most Con* cornea uenorexione max nivi uvm i 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. 168TH INSTALLMENT (Thursday Morning, Jan. 2, 1868.) Too Much Cotton. Cotton seems to be the great Jacko'lantern which is destined to delude the world. It promises so much to the cultivator that it tempts him to neglect other crops and trust to the staple to make up all deficiencies. But wherever this course is followed people are sure to learn practically that they cannot live on cotton alone. The south received an impressive lesson on this subject last year which found her deficient in grain and owning a short cotton crop with a steady falling market. Another country is now learning the same lesson. India is suffering from a severe famine which was caused by the delusion mentioned above. The prospect of realizing an immense profit on cotton was so tempting that the energies of the country were devoted to its production to the neglect of the rice crop which is the main food crop of the country. The consequence is that she is bad off for something to eat and the moral is that a country ought to plant food crops first and for money next. No people are free from famine who reverse this order in their agriculture. Cotton Growing. The profit and loss account of cotton planters for the year Just passed has doubtless convinced many of those who planted on a large scale that us production wun iree moor ttt iuc low price commanded in the markets must result in failure. England's Indian possessions have successfully taken the cotton culture out of their hands and settled the question as to the supply of raw material. The question has heretofore been the origin of the high price of the article and to a great extent the fluctuations in the market. Against the cheap production of India cotton we have to contend with, the unsteady labor badly controlled, a high tax on the raw material, expensive transportation and a high rate for breadstuffs and other food necessities to supply the labor. Many of those who are preparing to plant another crop are doing so under the apparent delusion of better prices and a repeal of the tax. With the probability of an abundant supply from the east, we can perceive but little hope that better prices will soon be commanded. As to the repeal of the tax, congress manifests but little disposition to act in the matter, and a recent well informed correspondent says. "There is no prospect at all that the repeal will apply to the crop of the jjrtraem scusuii. j\. sirenuuus cnun will be made against the entire repeal of the tax even for the next year." Then are our prospects for success for another year better than they were for the beginning 'of the last? We think not; but on the contrary, fhey are far worse. Recent estimates from experienced planters concur in Ihe general fact that with free labor on good soil cotton must net the producer about 13 cents per pound to barely cover expenses without making estimates for the use of the lands. These are unpleasant facts but as facts they ought to teach us one of two things: either to abandon the culture of cotton altogether or to manufacture the raw material on our own water courses and send the fabrics to the world unencumbered by the costs of transportation to Europe and back again. Our material resources as a section are too much crippled to even contemplate at this time the adoption of any such scheme as the latter and we must therefore look gravely to the other recourse?the abandonment of its growth altogether. Our section is rich in natural resources calculated to make human life happy. We can produce corn, oats, wheat, rye. pinders, potatoes and nu merous inner crops inai win an n the Jury this week, believes the lnlect is already in his neighborhood 1 md cut down his yield this year by wo bales. Mr. Wilson is familiar with he appearance of the boll weevil by ^ laving seen some of the insects that vere brought here a few years ago J 'rom Texas, and is of the opinion that he insects that bored into his cotton lolls and acted in the way the weevil s said to do are without a doubt the 1 loll weevil Mr. Joe Pittman and 'amily of the Wylie's mill neighbor- ^ lood, left this morning for Louisiana, vhere they expect to make their future 1 lome Mr. C. E. Badley of Knoxrille, Md., has written here with re- ( rard to establishing a creamery route, ilso butter, cheese and Ice cream ^ >uslness, if he can Interest a number >f farmers and others, and we give ipace to this announcement In the lope that the matter will be taken j lp with Mr. Bradley. j King's Mountain Herald, Nov. 18: lev. E O. Cole left Tuesday for the 1 iVestern North Carol In conference vhich is meeting at Reldsville this I veek. Mr. Cole has been pastor of the King's Mountain and Bethel Metho- J list churches during the past year, drs. Cole is spending the week in j Charlotte visiting relatives Mr. ind Mrs. D. J. Keeter of Grover, were \ n town Tuesday Esq. G. W. KenIrick has fitted up his office for a noonllght school. He is depending ipon securing some member of the Iraded school faculty to do the teachng Russell Poteat of Shelby, ^ Lnd Miss EXigenia Jackson of Dallas, :ame here Suhday and G. K. Kendrick, Usq., married them. c Gaffney Ledger, Nov. 19: Mr. T. T. d Self of route one, who spent several '' lours in the city Tuesday, says that u pparently Cherokee county farmers b niena to siriKe a oiow at tne toDacco rust next year by raising their sup- * >lies of the "weed" at home. He is led o this conclusion by the large number 3 >f inquiries for seed which he has had L ilnce his success with tobacco this a rear which was chronicled in a recent F ssue of the Ledger Mrs. Pratt F 5lerson. Mrs. Bessie Wood and Mrs. R. c I. Wilkins will return today from n 3reenvllle where they attended the v itate D. A. R. conference which was in S ession there Tuesday, Wednesday and tl Thursday. A a t Lancaster News, Nov. 19: Tuesday li norning Alonzo Langley, a six-year- c Id pupil of the Graded school, while v >n his way to school, was run down >y a man on a motorcycle, said to be l; fernon Hair, and painfully cut and n therwlse hurt by the machine passing t; tver his body. It is said that the man, h ifter knocking the little fellow down, a lid not stop his machine but went even v aster. The boy was picked up from jj he side of the road where he was ^ hrown, by a woman who lived nearby v ind carried into her house, from vhich he was soon taken to his home. ^ There he received medical attention, ^ le has two gashes about the head, j, vhich, on account of their profuse ^ deeding, were at first thought to be p f a serious nature but later were ^ ound to be comparatively insignifl- a ant Miss Edith Parrott, agent t if the home demonstration work of Vinthrop college and the United States g lenartmpnt of aerieulture was In j ? " u >ancaster Wednesday on business, p rhich promises to open a new field of tj .ctivity for the girls of Lancaster e ounty. Miss Parrott wan's to intro- ^ luce the Canning club work Jn this ~ ounty. In order to do this it will be s lecessary to secure a legislative ap- ^ iropriatlon of $600 to which sum will >e added $300 from the department of griculture and Winthrop college. Miss * 'arrott met two members of the couny legislative delegation Wednesday n exposure, labor and all manner of lfflculties. are bred In these cold plands, and it is their homes which re now coming within the battle anes.'' I EDITORIAL VIEWPOINT ! What Various South Carolina Newsi Papara Think of Various Things. It looks as If Greece will not put her bet down until the winning horse has crossed under the wire.?Anderson Dally Mall. i The people that we come in contact . with during our every day lives Influence our thoughts to a greater extent than most people are willing to admit.?Fort Mill Times. Baby Kissing Tims Coming. Next summer will be hand-shaking time. And baby-kissing time. Every politician, from president to coroner, sir! II n nnon * Kafnra Visa rloo ? n^nnla OflH "i?? aj/J/VU4 I/V4VIV l>*v v?v**i ^VV|/*V ?MI%( lay claim to being the best man for the various Jobs.?Marlon Star. 8tart Hustling. Christmas not being more than fourteen rods off and rapidly coming in this direction, it is incumbent on everybody to get a hustle on and attend to his holiday shopping without further delay.?Qaffney Ledger. ? Becoming Annoying. If somebody, we don't care who It may be, will Invent bed sheets that decline to absorb all the cold air in the neighborhood, we know where they can sell several pairs. This thing of sliding with fear and shivering between the two frigid pieces of cloth is getting more than annoying.? Greenville Newa 9 9 9 But Germany Has Them. Germany denied that she is near famine. For the sake of the multitude of non-combatants, it is to be hoped that this is so. But this is not the point in war. The Confederacy . was not threatened with famine in 1865. What Lee could not get was men and new fighting equipment.?Spartanburg Herald. m m m Slow But 8ure. Woman suffrage was defeated last week in three great eastern states, New York, Massachusetts and Pennsylvania. This followed the recent defeat of woman suffrage in New Jersey. It does look to a man up a tree that the dear ladles will have to wait awhile before they can use the ballot?Chesterfield Advertiser. The Governor Is Right. In taking the position that the salaries of state officers should not be increased at this time. Governor Manning is entirely right to our mind. The salaries of all state officers, and many county officers, are too low, it is true, but the people are now trying to recuperate, from the ruinous conditions of the past eighteen months, and it would not be right to further burden them with increased taxes to raise salaries now.?Bamberg Herald. Your Grandfather. ?It your to a living, why can't you? Herbert Kaufman asks this pointed question and then follows it up by pointing out that your grandfather dealt with a thousand handicaps you are not called upon to face. It is true. The world of today is full of advantages beyond the reach of his arms and imagination. There are still sixty minutes to the hour but the day is really three times as long as it was with the big men of fifty years ago and consider what some of them accomplished. The thinkers are the winners now as then. Ever think of It? Do It now.?Greenwood Indejc. Why the Malaria? At least three or four citizens of this community are laid up, or have recently been laid up, with malaria; and we're impelled to ask the question, why should there be any malaria at all In Chester, located as it is on high hills and with splendid natural drainage? Malaria, to our way of thinking, is one of the most serious evils that a community can be troubled with, and rather than have the evil in the community's midst it would be better for the time being to suspend every other improvement or department of endeavor and fight this one evil. We don't believe that climatic conditions this summer and fall have favored the mosquito more than in other years. The trouble must have been that there has not been the determined aqd continuous fight waged on the pest that was necessary to keeD it won.?Chester Reporter. Loafer*. There are two classes of men who deserve sympathy. The first and last deserving class is composed of bachelors. Many of them have money, freedom to go and come without restraint of conscience, and freedom to become abnormally and utterly selfish, but, for all that, they miss the only real pleasure In life?the sympathetic and understanding companionship of a woman. The other class is composed of loafers. If ever any man deserved the sympathy of his fellows, that man deserves it who has nothing to do from morn till dewey eve but butcher lime and wait for his meals. Without ambition or reasonable desire, he is a prey to his own inertia and fat. Life for him is mere existence. If he arises at an early hour, it is only that he may get an early start waiting for bed time. He smokes too much, drinks too much, grows adipose in the haunches and soft in the brain. He becomes like a stalled ox; dull, beefy, without wit or wisdom. The business man puts in a half century in decent employment and then, when industry has become second nature to him, retires to "enjoy life" The "enjoyment" consists of -*-?-? i-l.l.. J_._ ? Tho 31I1KK1K MUICKiy llliu a. giaic. i ? wealthy farmer adopts the same plan, and meets with the ^ame end. Idleness is death to the man whose brain or muscles have been inured to toil. It is not death, but indeterminate uselessness and endless folly to the young man who has some money but no task to fill his hours. Pity the man who does no work. The world has no use for them. He has no use for himself. He doesn't know what real pleasure is, and never will know. Life will always taste bitter to him. and the years will only make the dregs more bitter. The "homy handed son of toil" isn't deserving of all the gushing sympathy bestowed upon him by loud-mouthed politicians. He works and sweats and digests his meals. He is the favored son of Adam. Only loafers are to be pitied.?Fountain Inn Tribune.