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ESTABLISHED 1855. YORKVILLE, S. C., FltLDAY, OCTOBER 23, li>OB. NO. 85^
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By CHARLOT7
CHAPTER I.
I am a barrister, with a large practice.
and it may well be imagined that
in the course of my experience I have
^ known some strange stories. Perhaps
one of the saddest is this incident,
which happened to me some ten years
ago.
In following up a criminal case ten
years since, I was compelled to go to
America.
t woo ino- tr> Ww York, and a sreat
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friend of mine, Charlie Bellairs, offered
to give me an introduction to his
brother, Austin Bellairs, who had
married a New York beauty, and was
comfortably settled there. That offer
was gratefully accepted. Charlie
wrote off a long letter to his brother,
* asking him to take especial care of
pie, and show me what American hospitality
was like.
When I reached that well known city,
Mr. Austin Bellairs was there to meet
me.
My purpose in writing this story is
A not to give any description of America
W or New York, which I leave to abler
I pens; it is merely to relate what I
thought a very curious incident.
W Mr. Bellairs welcomed me warmly.
He would not hear of my going to an
^ hotel or taking lodging. "I was Charlie's
friend," he said; "and Charlie's
friend was welcome as Charlie's self.
His wife was expecting me. my rooms
were ready, and I must go."
I went. Austin Bellairs, with his
family, resided in a house on Fifth
avenue, a house that gave me the impression
of wealth and comfort. The
welcome received was wonderful. Mrs.
^ " Bellairs, who had been a beauty and
an heiress, was a beauty still. I was
charmed with her still lovely face and
graceful manners.
During dinner the conversation turn?
ed unon children. The great house
0T was
so still and quiet, my first impression
was that there were no children.
Austin Bellairs spoke of them presently.
and told me that he had eight.
"My eldest daughter is 12 years old,"
he said, "too young to be admitted to
the dinner table, but you will see them
_ all at dessert."
"I have an excellent governess," said
Mrs. Bellairs; "she has been with me
A two years, and the children are very
much attached to her."
"Talk of English beauty," said Mr.
^ , Bellairs; "I consider our governess a
perfect specimen of it."
"Only that her beauty is half spoiled
by the sadness of her expression. I
have never seen a face so sad in all
my life."
Unconsciously I found myself thinking
of this beautiful woman, wondering
what she was like. I imagined I
- \ might perhaps see her "when the children
came in. Yes, Mrs. Bellairs sent
her compliments to Miss Forsyth, and
it would be pleasant if she would accompany
the children to dessert.
4 I* plead guilty to watching the door
anxiously. Whenever was man In
different to the charm of a lovely face?
1 was disappointed. Presently the
children came down, but no governess
with them.
I heard the eldest girl, Miss L,aura
Bel lairs, give a message to her mother.
"Miss Forsyth would be much obliged
if Mrs. Bellairs would kindly excuse
\ her?she had a violent headache."
Claude, the eldest son, heard the
message, and laughed aloud.
"Miss Forsyth always has a headache.
mamma, when any English genA
tleman comes. It does not ache for
PF the Americans."
Claude was properly rebuked, and we
spent a very pleasant evening.
"I hope Miss Forsyth will feel better
tomorrow," said Mrs. Bellairs. "You
will be charmed with her singing; she
has a magnificent contralto voice.
But it seemed to me that I was not
destined to meet Miss Forsyth. In that
well managed household the children
^ were only seen once a day. and that
was at dessert. As it happened that
dinner parties at home were frequent,
and we went out quite often to dine,
a whole week had passed, yet I had
seen nothing of her.
^ It was tantalizing to know there was
a beautiful woman in the house, yet
never once to obtain even the least
glimpse of her. I said to Mrs. Bellairs
at last that I thought her English
governess was invisible. She smiled.
"Poor Miss Forsyth has not been
well lately: she has been suffering severely
from nervous headache, and the
very thought of society seems to distress
her."
r"I am not society," I said.
"You are part of it," laughed Mrs.
Bellairs.
t"If Mahomet cannot go to the mountain,
the mountain must go to Mahomet,"
I said to myself. "I will see
Miss Forsyth."
Two days after that one of the little
children, in the most innocent manner
possible, asked me how long I was
going to stay. A suspicion darted
across my mind that the governess had
prompted that question. I cannot tell
how the suspicion arose, but I could
not avert it.
^ The same day I was passing through
the hall when I saw a tall, veiled lady
coming down the broad staircase. She
wafc dressed for going out; the very instant
she saw me. she turned round
and went back again.
? It might have been accidental; but it
looked to me as though it were purposely
done.
In the evening we were alone, with
the exception of a few friends. Mrs.
" i'-'? ?.?oro ir? ac n PTM t faVOl"
MeilHII S nt-iii again.
to ask for Miss Forsyth's presence
among us. I smiled when the inevitable
answer came about the headache.
"This lady is purposely avoiding
me." I thought to 'myself. "What can
he her motive? Is she really, as these
kindly people so honestly believe,
averse to all si>eiety. or is there some
deeper, graver motive?"
^ For a lawyer to #et hold of a suspicion
is like a eat getting hold of a
mouse. She was avoiding me?there
ROVEN.
E M. BRAEME.
was no doubt of it?and I resolved to
discover why.
Trust a lawyer for finding: out the
means to an end. I rose a little earlier
than usual one morning, bent upon
having my own way. I went out and
bought a large parcel of costly toys
for the children. They came home soon
after we had finished breakfast, and I
asked permission from Mrs. Bellars to
I go to the school room and distribute
them.
She half hesitated. I did not mention
the name of the governess, seeming
utterly to ignore her.
"I promise." I said, "not to detain the
children long from their studies; but
do give me the pleasure, Mrs. Bellairs."
I knew that she was hesitating entirely
on account of the governess, but
I resolved to conquer.
Mr. Bellairs interrupted us.
"Take Mr. Lyndsay to the school
room, Mima." he said; "there can be
no possible objection."
We went. I am sorry now that I ever
undertook that journey to America at
all. I am sorry that I persevered in
my wish to see the beautiful governess,
but all sorrow is too late. I had no
motive in wishing to see her beyond
strong curiosity.
Mrs. Bellairs. carrying one large parcel.
led the way; I followed with another.
The school room lay at the end of
a large, wide corridor. We heard the
murmur of little voices; then Mi's. Bellairs
opened the door.
I had determined not to look at her
at first, so no one could suspect my
motive: but, as soon as I entered the
room, I became aware of a woman's tall
figure bending over a little child.
"Now," said Mrs. Bellairs, "come
here, children. Mr. Lyndsay has made
up his mind to spoil you all. Come
and see."
They crowded round us.
"Mr. Lyndsay," said Mrs. Bellairs,
again, '"I must introduce you to Miss
Forsyth."
She was standing quite motionless
and still by the table. I looked up.
Pray God I may never see such a sight
again. The ghastly face was awful to
see; the gray pallor of death seemed
to have spread over it; the white lips
were parted and open, and the eyes
were filled with a look of wild horror.
I recognized her; she was not Miss
Forsyth, but Mrs. Ross, and I had conducted
the prosecution three years before.
when she was accused of murder
?accused of poisoning her husband,
Malcolm Ross of Ross House, near
Glascone.
As I looked at her, the whole of the
trial Hashed across me. I remembered
how we had all admired the beautiful
face, and raved about it.
Arnold Keith, supposed to be the best
pleader in Scotland, had appeared for
her, and it was a proof of his eloquence
that the jury returned a verdict of
"Not Proven," according to the old
Scottish custom. Circumstantial evidence
was strong against her.
"My dear Miss Forsyth," cried Mrs.
Bellairs, "you are very ill. Why did
you not tell me? You should not be
here with the children: your white face
shocks me."
She did not even seem to hear; her
eyes were fixed on my face with such
Imploring entreaty, such unutterable
anguish; she knew, poor, unhappy woman,
her social life or death was in
my hands.
A * U/k%tar? ?-* ,1 l?,nifrhto oil t?nrn/1 thfitlicrh
."1 lUV'U^ailU 11 lUUfc 1UO nuibvu nnvwo"
my mind. Should I denounce her?
Ought I not to tell these kindly, trusting
friends of mine that the woman to
whom they had confided the care and
training of their children had been accused
of murder, and only acquitted
because her guilt was "Not Proven?"
Or should I spare her because she
was a woman?young, beautiful and
helpless? In that moment I could not
decide. I said to myself that I would
wait and think it over, keeping her
secret until I had arrived at a just decision.
Then I saw that Mrs. Bellairs was
looking curiously at us. I saw suspicion
in her face, and suddenly remembered
that I had made no reply to her introduction.
"I hope Miss Forsyth will soon be
better," I said.
Oh, the grateful look she gave me?
the relief that came into her face!
"Go to your room at once. Miss
Forsyth." said Mrs. Bellairs, "and do
not leave it until you are better. A few
days' holiday will not hurt the children."
The next moment the governess had
left the room, and the children were
holding high carnival.
"I believe Miss Forsyth was frightened
at you. Mr. Lyndsay." said Mrs.
Bellairs, half suspiciously.
"That is no great compliment," I replied,
with a smile; "I am not quite a
Gorgon. I hope."
I got through the day. but it was a
very unpleasant one for me.
CHAPTER II.
It is well known that the greatest
tragedies in life turn upon the smallhinirixi
Tho loss of JI little folded
paper led to the one I have to tell.
That night, as I was going along the
passage to my room, a paper was slipped
into my hand. I caught one
glimpse of white, slender fingers, and
guessed whose they were.
I read it. and most fully intended to
destroy it?God knows I did. The letter
ran:
"Dear Mr. Lyndsay?Will you keep
my fatal secret? I swear to God that
I am innocent as a child. I>et me see
you and plead my own case. Keep my
secret, I pray you upon my knees. I
thought?I hoped the past was dead,
and I am trying so hard to do right in
the present. All my future, all my
life?1 may say all my hopes of heaven.
lie in your silence. F. F."
I read the note, then 1 folded it. I
held it in my fingers in the very act of
burning it. when there came a rap at
my door. It was only Mr. Bellairs to
tell me something he had forgotten.
1 burned something when I came
back. I thought it was that letter,
but it must have been something else;
my table was half covered with scraps
of paper. I have forgot to mention, in
a postscript were added these words:
"Pray let me see you as soon as you
can. I can be in the garden tomorrow
morning at seven. Dare I ask you to
see me there?"
I have often felt annoyed since to
think upon how small a pivot a destiny
turns. If I had burned that note?
dear heaven, how I wish I had!
The next morning by seven o'clock
' I was in the garden; she joined me
at once. The first look at her face
softened my heart, it was so white, so
helpless and sad, the eyes all dim with
weeping.
"How shall I thank you?' she said.
"You have kept my secret, and you are
here. You have done me two favors
nirondv. Arc vou inclined to be merci
ful towards me?"
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COMMANDER OF NEW DIVI
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division of the Atlantic fleet consisting
( shire and Mississippi. The Dolphin w
division ordered to Provincetowu, Mass.
"I am indeed. As you speak so frankly,
I will tell you my dilemma. I have
hesitated as to whether my friend's
children ought to be left in your hands.
A woman who has been accused of
murder cannot be a proper guide for
youth."
"I was accused, but I'm innocent," she
cried. "Listen! Look up at that bright
morning sky. Truly as the Great God
is throned there, I am innocent of any
thought to harm him. I did not love
him, but I never even wished him
dead."
"The evidence was strong against
you," I said. "I, for one, saw no flaw
in it."
"So it seemed, but God knows the
truth," she replied, in quiet despair.
"Oh, Mr. Lyndsay, give me this one
chance more. I am trying so hard to
make a fresh life for myself. These
little ones love me?they do, indeed?
and I am so fond of them. True, I
have stood face to face with an earthly
judge, I have been accused of a terrible
crime, but my hands are stainless as
your own. I have done good to these
children! ask them if I have not. I
have taught them to say their prayers,
to love God, to be good, to shun evil.
All that I could not have done had I
been a wicked woman. Judge me by
what I do now, judge me by the consequences
of my teaching. I am willing
to abide by the test."
"I promise you to do nothing rashly,"
I said, "I will take time to consider; I
will weigh all you have said in my(
mind, and I will tell you the results."
She thanked me with a passion of
tears. Even as I stood listening to
that woful weeping, I heard a sound
as of footsteps in the long grass near
us; they died away; then Miss Forsyth
left me. I remained alone in the
garden until the breakfast bell rang. I
fancied there was a shadow on Mr.
Rellairs' kindly face, while his wife look
ed disturbed, agitated and unhappy, a
gentleman, a friend of Mr. Bellairs,
took breakfast with us. Even his
presence did not <iuite do away with
the constraint that hung over us.
Breakfast had been over about an
hour, when Mr. Bellairs asked me if I
would come into his study. His wife
was already there. They looked at
me. hesitated, and seemed unwilling to
speak.
"Is anything the matter?" I asked,
struck by the strange manner of both.
"The fact is?it is very unpleasant."
said Mr. Bellairs; "perhaps a few
words will be best. Miss Forsyth, as
our governess, is under our protection;
we must shield her as we would one
of our own children. Is it true, Mr.
Lyndsay, she was seen in the garden
with you this morning, weeping bitterly?praying
to you almost? My son
Charlie tells me so."
It was useless to deny it.
"You are right." I said; "she was
there."
"Then it is only fair to presume that
you knew Miss Forsyth before you saw!
her here?"
"I knew her very little. The truth
is, I know something of her affairs;
she has not always been a governess.
I had something to do with business of
hers some time ago in Scotland."
They looked at each other; there was
a faint glimmer of a smile on Mrs.
Bellairs face.
"It will be all right, Austin," she
said; "we have frightened ourselves
for nothing."
But Austin had no answering smile.
"It is very unpleasant, Mr. Lyndsay,
and I hope you will believe nothing but
' a sense of duty prompts me to ask
; these questions. Is this letter written
i to you by Miss Forsyth?is it her
handwriting?"
To my unbounded consternation he
produced the identical note the unfor- /
tunate lady had written to me.
"Where did you Ret that?" I cried.
"It must have dropped from your
hands, or have been blown by the wind
from the window of your room," he replied.
"Little Ardie picked it up on
the grass-plot, and brought it to her
mamma." '
"I knew Miss Forsyth's writing at
once," interrupted Mrs. Bellairs, "and
read the letter, believing it was addressed
to myself."
"I must ask you, Mr. Lyndsay, for
an explanation. My wife and I are
quite willing to give Miss Forsyth the
benefit of a doubt; she has served us
faithfully, and we like her very much.
Still, our children must be first. We
must know what the secret in this woman's
life is; then we can judge if she ,
is fit to be entrusted with the training ,
of immortal souls. Will you tell us, 1
Mr. Lyndsay, what this secret is?"
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of the battleships Idaho. New Hampill
be his flagship. This is the naval
, for target practice and maneuvers.
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"I cannot. I gave my word to the
[ unfortunate lady this morning that I
would keep her secret." .
"Then from that promise she herself
must free you. Understand me, Mr.
Lyndsay, I do not wish to be hard; but
I must know what this woman's secret
is. If she be unfortunate, and not
guilty, she will remain where she is.
If she be guilty, she must leave my {
children, but we will not forsake her? j,
we will befriend her all our lives."
Nothing could be fairer than that. j
"The best plan," I said, "will be to ^
send for Miss Forsyth, and tell her s
what has happened." .
We sat in perfect silence until she t
came. I could not help admiring the ,
quiet dignity with which she entered ?
the room. She looked around at our t
three faces, and her own grew white. |
"Miss Forsyth," said Mrs. Bellairs, ^
"we have sent for you to ask you to
confide in us?to trust us. This letter
of yours, written last night to Mr.
Lyndsay, has been found and read. It
was lost accidentally, and Mr. Bellairs
has read it. We only wish to be
kind to you, but you must tell us what
your secret is."
There was the least shade of reproach
in her beautiful eyes raised to
mine.
"Must it be told?" she asked.
"It is absolutely necessary," replied
Mr. Bellairs."
"Suppose I go at once?leave your
house never to return?would that not
do as well?"
"It would do, but in that case we
should be forced to believe you guilty.
I would fain think otherwise. Trust
us, miss rorsyui.
'I could not toll it." she said. "If Mr.
Lyndsay will relate it for me, I will
thank him."
She turned to me with a quiet, dignified
despair.
"Do not spare me. Mr. Lindsay," she
said: "neither add one word nor take
one away. Let me be fairly judged."
"I will send for you again when we
have arrived at some decision," said
Mr. Bel lairs.
Do you know that, although I had
conducted the prosecution, I felt inclined
to follow that lovely woman out of
the room and do my best to comfort
her?
But my host and his wife were look
ing anxiously at me. I drew a chair
to the table and began my story.
To be Continued I
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Little Islands. I
The latest addition to the British i
Empire. Coetivy Island, in the Indian <
ocean, is not the smallest bit of terri- c
tory reigned over by King Edward, i
says the New York Tribune. It Is, for I
instance, at least ten times as big as i
Pudding island, in tbo Tonga group, <
which is less than a mile in circumference.
The area of this latter, too, is ?
gradually diminishing owing to disin- 1
tegiution and subsidence of the coral i
base on which it stands. It derives Its i
curious name from its striking resetn- \
blance to the top half of a pudding, the t
barrier reef which entirely surrounds >
it standing for the rim of the basin. ^
Then there is Beehive island, in the i
South Pacific, which rises from the t
centre of a perfectly circular platform (
to a height of 400 feet, in a smooth, l
dome-shaped hill of polished basalt, 1
exactly resembling a beehive. Its area f
altogether is less than 100 acres. Nev- t
ertheless, on the ledge surrounding the i
inaccessible central dome are some 200
natives, who support themselves by
fishing.
Conway island is another curiosity in <
smallness. It is only six feet above i
the water, and measures barely 180 (
yards in one direction by about 80 in j
another. i
THE BIG AND
L
The Methods of the Two Men
Standard Oil
By James >
This is a story of the two John D.'s
ar the big and little boss of the Standird
Oil. The likeness between the two
men does not end with their front
lames. Both Rockefeller (without his
kvig) and Archbold are short on hair
ind long on money, both endow universities,
and both are devout church
members. Rockefeller was born in
Mew York and emigrated to Ohio, and
\rchbold was born in Ohio and emijrated
to New York. One is the pres
dent and the other the vice president
)f the bigr oil trust, but while the tall
Tohn D. shapes the general policies of
'he concern the short John D. works
>ut the details. It must not be suppos?d,
however, that Mr. Rockefeller has
ill the big things his own way. It is
tnown that one very Important change
n the Standard's plan of campaign
vas brought about by Mr. Archbold.
This was in relation to publicity. The
Rockefeller plan had been to say
lothlng and gather in the earth and the
,'ullness thereof. The Archbold method
is to continue taking in the earth, but
;o keep up an easy flow of conversation
and printer's ink while in the act.
\s soon as allowed to have his own
ivay the little John D. set to work with
lis ready letter writer and talked back.
Whenever anybody attacked the Standird
Oil company there immediately apleared
in the papers a letter from Mr.
\rohbold saying in effect that the man
naking the charges should be called
sy a shorter and uglier name. No
onger was "26 Broadway" known as
'the great silence." The sphinx grew
focal and gave people to understand
otomml flrlillo U'QQ T"l nt milph
jf a riddle after all. There was nothng
mysterious except that the Standird
had wanted the business and had
jot it. It never undersold an independ?nt
concern, as charged, if it could kill
:hat concern off in any other way.
Mr. Archbold said that a mistake
lad been made and that henceforth the
Standard would take the public Into
ts confidence. This was a slight vacation
on the manner in which the
public had been taken in and confilenced
before, and the change was
lalled with a sigh of relief. For a time
he new policy worked as smoothly as
:he oil of which it treated, and even
Rockefeller himself was converted. He
jrew more and more loquacious, not
>n!y in court, where he could not help
limself, but at other times, when he
alked only because he yearned to tell
he public all about it. He joined the
American Press Humorists, made the
eporters boon companiohs and finally
vound up by publishing his reminis:ences
in a New York magazine.
Publicity Policy Episode.
Yet Archbold, the originator of the
jolicy, got more publicity than he had
>argained for. The papers not only
minted the letters that he intended to
lave printed, but other missives that
vere designed only for United States
lenators and other officials who needed
he money and wanted to earn it by
lecoming errand boys for the Standtrd.
It appears that certain trusted
employees stole Mr. Archbold's letter
lies, and they were secured by Wiliam
R. Hearst, who also believes in
mblicity. Then Mr. Hearst read these
v v/f& ^4
rrfr- \
JOHN D. ROCKEFELLER.
etters all out loud to grinning auliences
Mr. Archbold's policy of pubicity
had got away from him and was
aising the old Ned with his privately
nvned herd of United States senators.
:ongressmen and other stock of the
ublic official class. As a letter writer
dr. Archbold suddenly awoke to find
limself crowding all tne otner prunes
rut of the temple of fame.
Since that episode it is said that
Tohn I). Rockefeller has come out of
lis ten years' retirement and has taken
nore active control of the affairs of
he Standard. Some of those epistles
vould drag a ghost back from the oth;r
shore of a statesman from his job,
to It is not to be wondered at that they
?hould have pulled Rockefeller again
nto the fray. The public is already
'amiliar with the famous missives con. erning
Senator Foraker and other high
ights in the political firmament, but
lere is another epistolary gem from
ornier Congressman Sibley to Mr.
\rehbold that may not have reached so
nan.v eyes. It runs:
Personal and Confidential.
House of Representatives,
Washington, Nov. 23, 1903.
My Dear Mr. A.?A (Rep.) United
States senator came to me today to
nake a loan of $1,000. I told him I
lid not have it. but would try and get
t for him and would let him have it
n a day or two. Do you want to
nake the investment? He is one who
THE
[TTLE JOHN D.
Who Stand at the Head of the
Corporation.
\. Edgerton. .
will do anything in the world that is
right for his friends if ever needed.
Please telegraph me yes or no. I
will give you name when I see you.
1 don't know but what I ought to
come over and see you. Events are
crowding, and I am on the inside of
them and think I, am playing no
small hand and want to know whether
to go ahead. The nomination of
a Republican president is not yet settled.
No man can safely predict the
nominee, and guess I have got hold
of the real situation as closely as any
one here. If you need me for any
purpose telegraph me and I will come
over. Sincerely yours.
Joseph C. Sibley.
The name of this senator is not given;
neither is it divulged whether or
not the "investment" was made, but at
a trifling little $1,000 per head the price
of senators seems to have come down.
At this figure the Standard could easily
buy up all the senates, parliaments,
congresses, legislatures and other lawmaking
bodies on earth. It would seem
to be as cheap to buy senators as to
buy slaves in the old days. A good
slave brought $1,000, and he had to be
fed, clothed and housed besides, while
the senator looks after these minor details
for himself.
Unless Mr. Archbold is as much
pleased with the latest turn of his publicity
campaign as is the general public
he will doubtless hereafter follow
the advice of a famous American
statesman and "burn that letter." Files
and presses containing secret correspondence
are dangerous things. The
intimate side of a man revealed by
this sort of yellow dog literature is so
different from that which he usually
r\??Aaanf o to t h a rvllKl I /"?
Claims of the Oil Kings.
If the little John D. has been unfortunate
in taking the public into his
confidence, however, the big one has
gone on swimmingly. In his reminiscences
he chats along in a garrulous
and cheerful fashion, intimating that
things are not half so bad as painted
and that he may tell some things
which will put a new aspect on the
case. So far he has not divulged any
of these pleasant points, but has only
hinted that he may do so. In a sort of
inward chuckle he dismisses the story
that he forced any of his business associates
to come in with him or suffer
ruin, alleging as a proof that they have
stayed with him loyally all these years,
which they hardly would have done if
coercion had been used in the first instance.
He also speaks of the liberal
treatment given by the Standard to its
employees, recites the fact that the
company has had scarcely any strikes
or labor troubles and recounts with
some pride the provision of old age
pensions for his superannuated workmen.
There is a promise of something
better in these reminiscences, however.
There Is not the slightest doubt that
Rockefeller has a most interesting story
to tell, and he seems to tell it In an
easy and frank manner.
Whatever opinions we may hold of
him and his business methods, we cannot
but be fascinated by the tale of
how the world's most colossal business
was organized and the world's richest
man got his wealth. We cannot deny
Rockefeller intellect, say what we may
of his character or heart. It will be
worth while to know his side, to see on
what theory he bases his actions, to
find the flaw in his attitude and argument
as well as that in our own. Rockefeller
and Archbold seriously regard
themselves as benefactors rather than
malefactors. They say their wealth
has been obtained honestly, that they
have resorted to usual business weapons
only in their fights with rivals,
that the attacks on them come from
competitors rather than consumers,
that they have shown the power of
combination in cheapening both production
and distribution, that they
have opened new markets throughout
the world, educating the Chinese In
the use of oil and thus literally taking
them from darkness into light, and
that finally they have given great bequests
to education in their own land,
thus figuratively performing the same
service for the mental eyes of their
countrymen as they have for the physical
eyes of the Celestials. Rockefeller,
it is true, does not directly mention the
educational matter himself, but it cannot
be omitted from a list of the services
to mankind claimed by him and
for him.
Charity of World's Richest Man.
A mere list of the known Rockefeller
benefactions is staggering, and there
are many of his donations that have
never been made public. In the giving
game the oil king does not let his right
hand know what his left hand Is doing?that
is, not always. To the general
education board he has made over
the enormous sum of $43,000,000, and of
this $32,000,000 was given at one time.
He has donated $23,000,000 to the University
of Chicago, $100,000 and a library
on Greek art and literature and
money donations to Vassar, $1,375,000
to Barnard college, $250,000 to missionary
bodies, $1,000,000 to Yale, $1,835,000
to the Rockefeller Institute For Medical
Research, $1,126,000 to the southern
education fund. Harvard $1,000,000,
Teachers' college $500,000 and numerous
other donations to educational and
religious institutions, amounting in all
to over $85,000,000.
The Rockefeller charity has been
organized as a regular business. It
is headed by trained experts, who
closely scrutinize and investigate every
application for a gift. The mere administrative
expense of this bureau
costs in the neighborhood of $40,000 a
year. The amount given out each
twelve months foots up millions. But
all of this Is a mere bagatelle to a man
who is so rich that he does not know
within many millions of dollars how
j rich he is, according to his own admission.
It is probably not true that he is
a billionaire. That being does not exist
on the earth?yet. If Rockefeller lives
a few years longer?he is now 69, and
comes of a long lived rece?he may
reach it. There is little or no question
hat he is the richest man in the world.
He has five residences?one in New
York city, one at Pocantico Hills, near
Tarrytown, N. Y.; one at Lakewood, N.
J., and two at Cleveland, O., one being
a town house and the other In the
country. He spends some time in each
of his houses, goes to church regularly
each Sunday, officiating sometimes as
deacon; never goes into society, plays
golf as a regular recreation and generally
enjoys life as much as a man
without any hair and with more money
than he can count or give away can
be expected to do. That is John D.
Rockefeller, the man who has more
dollars and more denunciations than
any other in the world.
Standard Oil's Active Head.
As for the other John D., the smaller
one, he is only a wisp of a man, but
with a prominent forehead and a combative
thickness between the ears. He
has more hair than Rockefeller, fewer
dollars and fewer benefactions. He
seems to follow in the footsteps of his
chief, as he also lives near Tarrytown,
a region once made famous by Wash
ington Irving. After all, the people
who live longest and are loved mo9t are
not those who take material wealth
from humanity, but those who giv?
mental and spiritual wealth to humanity.
This truth proved so pften of old
time Is being most strikingly driven
home once more.
Mr. Arehbold is nine years younger
than Rockefeller and Is now the active,
as the other is the titular, head of
Standard Oil. He is impervious to criticism.
though he objects to the term
"tainted money" and also dislikes to be
called "the man behind" Syracuse university,
the institution of which he is
regarded as the especial patron. This
is the institution from which Chancellor
Day delivers broadsides at the
president of the United States and defends
Standard Oil. Many other men
have given almost as much to this college
as Arehbold, but he is nevertheless
looked upon as its particular mentor
and friend.
Mr. Arehbold has a rather pleasant
face, never allowed his picture In the
papers until recent years, is of the type
of unemotional, well trained administrative
machines that make up the
disciplined corps of the Standard Oil,
Is the political end of the giant trust
and is the same efficient and plausible
gentleman whether in church, club, at
an alumni dinner in Syracuse, at the
administrative head of a world embracing
business, writing letters to defend
his company or manipulating
senators and other Standard assets.
J?.. * V. J? n.nn ii ..Vi t OlA
I fl UIIC uay linn man >uv
Standard. What is the mysterious
power which enables this Institution to
enroll an army of over a million men
and to make of its one time enemies
Its most faithful friends?
GAS BY THE POUND.
Invention of German Chemist Puts
Light In Dark Place*.
"Give me two pounds of gas. Folks
complain it's getting kind of dark up
at our house."
Thus the farmer of the near future,
addressing the bewhlskered corner
grocer, who will hand a little iron cylinder
over the counter and write the >
amount in the customer's red covered ,
charge book, says the New York Tri- (
bune. And that evening the farmhouse
will blaze once more like the (
ballroom of a summer resort hotel or a ,
sideshow at Coney Island. Light,
plenty of light, for the common and (
isolated people is not a distant dream, ,
but a fact already achieved with com- ,
mercial success in Germany, and wait- ,
ing the first favorable opportunity to ,
come across the pond.
Blaugas, the invention of the chem- ,
1st, Hermann Blau, will make any su- (
burbanite, lantern lecturer, camper or ]
traveling professor of phrenology quite
independent of gas trust and oil trust, ,
not to mention the wayward apparitions
of the moon. Just get a 22-pound ,
cylinder of liquid gas, six inches in
diameter and three feet long, and you |
will have more than enough superbrilliant
illumination to last four
months. A small portable outfit the
size of a grip will furnish a 60-candlepower
light for three and a half hours
a day for a fortnight. It is said to be (
absolutely safe aboard ship or train.
You could use it advantageously in the
subway.
This gas, which is mostly liquified
under a pressure of 1500 pounds to
the square inch, is not poisonous or exDlosive.
It costs slightly more than
metropolitan gas. but the public service
commission may have a say on that.
Anyhow, it beats electricity, acetylene,
tallow candles and kerosene. It can be
piped through a copper tube as small
as a telegraph wire. It burns right side
up or upside down in a mantle burner,
giving an incandescent white glow. A
number of suburbanites could with little
expense have a common plant for
the distribution of the great light giver.
or each one could pipe his house
separately, taking care not to inform
the plumbers' union, which might object
to the simplicity of the installation.
Mr. Blaugas?that is, Mr. Blau, the
inventor?is praised by scientists because
he ingeniously constructed his
gas by a reversal of the usual gassy
process, distilling oil at a low temperature
and mixing in gases the trust has
no use for. There may be some political
significance in the fact that the
invention is coming this way in a campaign
year. Herr Blau on the stump,
illuminated by blaugas, might add
cheer to some dark prospects.
Too Well Imitated.
It is no easy matter for a violin
maker to rival the famous Stradivarius
Instruments, but this an American
maker did. and did so effectively
that experts pronounced his violin a
genuine Stradivarlus.
The successful man was the late
George Gemunder, a famous violin
maker of Xew York. His remarkable
ability as a preparer of violins was
known to many a distinguished player,
such as Old Bull, Remenyi and
Wilhelmj. But he made, so runs the
story, his greatest success at the Par- ,
io ovnnoitinn nf tower fame. ,
To that exhibition he sent an imita- ,
tion Stradivarius and to test its merits
had it placed on exhibition as the ,
genuine article.
A committee of experts carefully
examined the Instruments and pro- I
nounced it a Stradivarius. So far Mr. .
Gemunder's triumph was complete.
But now came a difficulty. When he
claimed that it was not an old violin. '
but a new one made by himself the ]
committee would not believe him. >
They declared he never made the instrument
and pronounced him an im- 1
poster. He had done his work too well. '
?Ri$?llanfous Reading.
PEOPLE OF THE ARCTIC.
Peculiar Views of Life Held By Eskimo
Men and Women.
These people of the White World,
these children of the snow and Ice, give
themselves little concern regarding
what is going on in worlds beyond their
own, says a writer in Leslie's. The climate
in which they live and the limitations
of their whole environment make
it impossible that there should be much
change in their manner of life, and they
do not care for the changes that soap
and water :.;:6ht make in their domestic
life, while the women of the family
are not anxious to adopt changes in
methods of cooking that might make
some of the dishes they prepare much
cleaner and far less deadly than they
appear to be. But the best filled larder
In the homes of the moat affluent of
the Eskimos offer but little in the way
of variety in food, and the question so
vexing to the American housewife,
"What shall we have for breakfast?"
or for dinner or supper, never troubles
the Eskimo housewife, since these
meals may not vary for months at a
time, and are prepared in the primitive
way in which they were prepared by
the Eskimos of generations and generations
ago.
The dress of the women and the men
is so much alike that if an Eskimo
lady's husband's clothes happened to
be better than her own she might borrow
them to wear to some Eskimo society
function without exciting any
comment as to her dress.
As in some other lands, the man is
regarded as being vastly superior to
the woman, and the birth of a girl is
never regarded as a blessing. Indeed,
it often happens that both the father
and mother resort to the unavailing
folly of tears and lamentations when
it is announced that the newcomer is a
girl. A boy can become a great fisherman
or a great hunter, while a girl?
of what use is she? A mere cumberer
of the earth, regardless of the fact that
she works as many hours a day as,
and even more than a man when she
reaches the goal of her ambition and
marries. Not to marry is as sad a misfortune
as may befall her, and if she is
married and widowed she makes all
possible haste in securing a second
partner.
THE HEADSMAN.
He Used the Sword and Not the Ax
Prior to 1483.
I am inclined to think that prior to
1483 the sword and not the ax was
usually employed as the weapon for
judicial decapitation and that a block
was dispensed with, the victims receiving
their doom "meekly kneeling upon
their knees," and in this opinion I am
fortified by the concurrence of an eminent
clerical historian. This learned
writer agreed with me that the ax did
not become the "regulation" lethal implement
until after the rough and reedy
"heading" of Lord Hastings on the v
Tower green, when he was summarily
dispatched by order of the protector,
Gloucester.
In this instance, according to the
chroniclers, the victim's neck was
stretched upon a piece of timber then
In use for the repair of the adjacent
church of St Peter ad Vincula, probably
a^ "putlog," part of the scaffolding
which, we read, "conveniently lay In
the way." Contemporary accounts
seem to indicate that the executioner
straddled over the prone body, and
from this position I infer that the decapitation
was effected by the tool
known as an adz, the cutting edge of
which is at a right angle to and not in
a plane with the haft.
I may add that the only contemporary
reference I have come across of
the use or proposed use of an ax and
block for inflicting capital punishment
nrior to this tragedy is in one of the
Paston series of letters describing the
peril of an unfortunate captive of Jack
Cade's rebels (A. D. 1450), a generation
before Lord Hastings was so
clumsily hacked to death.?London
Notes and Queries.
AN ACRE'S POSSIBILITIES.
Experiment to Be made in Kansas to
Test Capacity.
Work on one acre for demonstration
purposes is to be started in September
at La Bruyere, the Blue Ridge farm of
the Brus Brothers, says the Kansas
City Star. The brothers have not decided
finally what crops they will try
to fill in the fall months, but probably
they will plant some spinach, turnips
and radishes. These products will
bring high prices in the market when
cold weather comes.
The Brus Brothers agreed to set
aside one acre of their farm to demonstrate
the possibilities of that much
ground. Spinach is the hardest of
late crops and sells readily, while the
latest radishes are accepted in the city
is delicacies. They expect to keep
the special acre fully occupied until
the time comes to set out plants grown
In the hotbeds and greenhouses. This
ivlll start the next spring early.
From September 1 to the same date
lext year the acre will be yielding continually.
Every item of expense and
svery cent received for the products
from it will be recorded daily.
"The demonstration will be interesting."
Eugene Brus said a few days
ago. "We are giving the idea close
attention because we cannot afford to
miss one opportunity during the year.
We are satisfied that our acres can be
made to produce more than they do.
We believe this special acre can be
pushed to higher productivity tnan in
the past and we shall try to get it to
the highest point. Our record will
show labor required and its cost, time
used for each crop and the price and
profit realized."
t"T India's exports of lac exceed $11,900.000
a year. Lac is a resinous incrustation
produced by a scale insect
which sucks and excretes the sap of a
tree. From the crude article shellac is
manufactured.
The eminent philologist, Professor
Skeat, is counted among the new converts
to Esperanto. He' took his first
lesson at 4 p. m. and that evening was
ible to appear before an Esperanto society
and translate into English a story
written in the new language. But
Professor Skeat is an expert linguist.
The average learner probably could
not hope to master Esperanto in so
summary a fashion.

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