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(New Yorl
Fei. 1, 2011. Seren o'clock in the
morning. The closed shutters pro
long the night. John Smith sleeps
peacefully. Suddenly at his bedside
the ci upper of the phonograph-alarm
"trembles and produces sweetly har
monious sounds.
John opens his eyes. Reaching out
his hind he finds an electric button,
?which he presses. Automatically the
-shuttsrs open. The window closes
and the sunlight pours into the
John Smith's chamber is furnished
?with taste and even with a certain
amount of luxury: not because he is
rich, but that in this twenty-first cen
tury luxury costs little and no one
is poor. The brass bed is no longer
that heap of blankets, feathers, wool
and hair against which hygienists
use* to rail. A metal mattress sup
ports pneumatic cushions inflated
?with air, the temperature of which
is regulated at pleasure. All is ready
for Ms toilet and his bath.
Through the room the air circu
lates freely, ceaselessly renewed by
Ingenious mechanism. Within tne
walls, conduits of water, warmed by
a central electric furnace, distribute
everywhere an equal heat in the cold
season. In summer the same con
duits serve to cool the air.
Such is the apartment occupied by
John Smith on the forty-fifth floor of
One Hundred and Eighteenth avenue.
New York.
But Mr. Smith has not yet risen
He Is talking to the table beside his
"I want a cup of synthetic cocoa,
very hot," he says.
In a few minutes the table opens
and the aromatic breakfast appears
before the eyes of the hungry man.
This is no magic table; no spirit is
concealed in it; it is simply provided
with a microphone by means of
which Mr. Smith expresses his wants
to the officials of the public aliman
taticn service, which has its branch,'-?
on Ihe ground floor of every house
of any importance.
While drinking his chemically pro
duced cocoa Mr. Smith listens to the
morning papers. Every hous? wHh
'modern conveniences' communicates
with a central information bureau
whii:h gives it at all hours the news
only to slip a small coin into a slot,
and a speaking trumpet is unco/ered,
which at once begins in a sonorous
voice to recite the telegrams of the
night, the news items, the political
news, the stock quotations, literary
and dramatic criticisms. When Mr.
"Smith has heard enough of one >u
ticlj he presses an e'.ec ri? button
anc. the voice tells something else.
This continues till his toilet is ?n
Mr. Smith is something of a dandp.
He is dressed in a full tunic it- Gre
ctai! style, which sets off his power
ful and youthful figure and allows
perfect ease of movement. ITi= shoes j
arc polished by mechanical brushes,
operated by electric buttons.
What vehicle shall he take to go
to his business? The railway that
runs under every street? The mov
ing sidewalk that passes before all
the shop fronts? Shall he go on
foct over the innumerable bridges
which unite all the buildings of the]
?city at all heights? He decides upon
an aerotaxl. Let us follow him in j
th<- elevator, which sets him down
upon the terrace of his dwelling, un
tie" a sky that is shadowed by great
wings that vibrate with the sirens of I
tho aerobuses.
A Harbor in the Air. I
The sky resembles the harbor of a
grijat port in which multitudes of
veusels are moving in every direction.!
Aerocabs, with polished hoods, buzz
absut like big beetles. The ventri- j
potent Tottenville-Poughkeepsie
aerobus passes like a flash in a whirl
wind. As it is scarcely S o'clock
few private airships, with solemn
footmen In livery and gauntlets, are
seen. But many clerks mounted
"upon old-model Bleriots, bought at
second hand, hasten to their morning I
Upon a biplane of archaic model,
"which looks like a flying bureau, they
mount a crippled sandwich man, who
scatters handbills as he dodges about
in the crowd with all the skill of the
New York street arab.
The use of balloons has not been
abandoned; those cumbrous bind dors
inflated with inflammable gas. thosti
dangerous toys with which our an
cestors used to allow themselves to
flcat, not yet knowing how to fly. |
They are to be seen everywhere nut
without aeronauts. Reduced in sir.o
and always captive, they serve :<s
buoys and marks, bearing the names
of the several streets that lie below,
or of the landing stations. Like
baskets, great Incandescent electric
lights are hun? from them to illum
inate the air routes at night. And
then there are the advcrtisi'is: bal
loons, launched from the roofs of the
great stores like soap bubbles, which
float in all directions to announce
the great white sale here or the bar
gains in furniture there.
Mr. Smith mounts a cab which has
come to a stop beside the terrace.
Off he goes over New York. Some of
the small antiquated buildings .'f the
early twentieth century of the smr.ll
antiquated buildings of the early
twentieth century still exist?the
Metropolitan Tower, the Public Li
brary, the Cathedral of St. .lohn the
Divine. But thpse cnce magnificent
structures are insignificant now in
this forest of fifty-story buildings,
with their spacious roof terraces,
"built for all time, of steel and ce
ment, proof against fire or earth
quake. These gigantic structures are
studios, factories, shops, hotels. Man
hattan Island is the heart of the city.
It is covered from one end to the
other with these buildings in which
nothing but business is d^-ne, for n<
one lives on Manhattan lslan.l any
These buildings are tied to each
other at almost every story by sus
c World.)
pension bridges, which give the cit>
the aspect of fifty cities superim
posed, each black with moving mul
Electricity the Only Motive Power.
All chimneys have disappeared.
Electric light, heat ai>d power have
long since done away with the use
of steam, even for cooking. From
the height at which Mr. Smith is hy
ing he looks down upon avenues of
trees and flowers through which cir
culate the moving sidewalks. There
is do dust, for there are neither
wagons nor horses.
?Suddenly a platoon of flying police
dashes into the cloud of airships,
making a lane among them for a
giant that darkens the horizon. A
siren booms and a majestic shadow
soars over the city. It is the express
aerial Atlantic liner Prris-New" York,
which arrives at 8 a. m. every day
and settles like an albatross to dis
charge its passengers upon a vast
landing stage where Central Park
was a hundred years ago.
The great co-opeiu.tive societies
absorbed the small factories and
shops long ago. Each has a tower
in which all branches of its industry
are conducted. It is upon the ter
race of one of these that John
Smith's aerotaxi sets him down. It
is called the Shoe House. For the
elegant John Smith is a working
shoemaker in the morning, ihe ex
treme division of fortunes and labor
abolished all idlers la this society,
where every one takes his share of
moderate work that is never tiring
ind even manual labor is no longe*
considered to be degrading.
The workshop is vast. As wall it
Ms fifty tiers of cel;s lighted from
the outside?like the cells of a gi
gantic dove-cote a thousand feet
liigh. Each cell contains one man
or several men, but machinery does
everything and the workman is only
the intelligence that directs.
On arriving Mr. Smith registers his
presence and goes to his own com
partment, where he sits comfortably
in an arm chair at a table covered
'with instruments. Mirrors enable
him to watch in the space occupied
by the machines, which fills the cen
ter of the skyscraper from cellar
to roof, that particular bit of mach
anism which is his department. From
time to time he touches a spring, In
terrupts or opens a circuit or sends
a. message over the telephone, hold
ing in his plump hand?as soft as
that of a bureaucrat?the little lever
which regulates the movement of a
wheel a hundred feat in diameter
that performs automatically the
work formerly done by a hundred
Mr. Smith's every movement Is
registered by a dynamometer. An
other machine registers the number
of hours he is at work. These rec
ords are transmitted to a central mo
chine which automatically calculates
his salary.
When his attention is not immedi
ately necessary he chats with distant
nersons, listens attentively through
the microphone to tue lectures some
professor at Columbia or Harvard is
giving to his pupils.
The clocks of the city chime noon.
The workman's day is over. A few
hours have sufficed for a world of
workers to produce whatever roan
kind needs in food, clothes, paper,
light, heat, etc., for a day. A slot
above his desk opens and John
Smith's diurnal salary falls out. He
is free for the rest of the day.
The flood from the factories pours
out upon the city, flows over the
bridges, spreads out upon the ter
races, humming wi+h life. On the
edge of the streets three sidewalk?
move at graduated speeds, in order
that people may step from one tn the
other without danger. That nearest
the houses permits the promenaders
to inspect the window displays In Use
shops. There is a sidewalk for those
who are in a hurry and one ft.r those
who merely want to loaf. Th* latter
has seats, telephones and little cafes
upon it.
Appetite euides Mr. Smith to a res
taurant. No waiters are to be seen.
He glances over the menu, which is
a record of the progress of culinary
chemistry, and selects for his lunch
eon two scrambled eggs with grated
cheese, a beefsteak, a salad and
strawberry ice cream. He spe^.^j his
order to the table us he would have
done years ago to an attentive Lead
The table opens and from the
I hollow arise a plate, bread, forks,
wine'and a steaming dish full of .-.
golden mass. Needless to say. no
hen laid those eg*p; they are an ad
mirable composition of artificial al
bumen. No cow gave the milk from
which this cheese was made; no vine
sjrew grapes to make this wine.
A periscope in the middle of the
table reflects into '.he basement the
iraase of this man c.nd his luncheon,
so that when be has finished the first
course and pushes back his plate this
vanishes instantly and is replaced
quickly by a fine juicy synthetic beef
steak and artificial lettuce.
His meal costs him only a few
cents. There is no waiter to tip,
no cashier to pay. The price Is fixed.
On leaving he slips the amount into
a slot by the door.
John Smith generally employs his
afternoons in perfecting his educa
tion. He often goes to the Museum
wherein are preserved speciments of
extinct animals such as horses, (loss,
cats, sheep and ch.'ckens. He loves
to study the day in which such be
ings were the companions of men.
For now, such progress have
chemistry and mechanics made that
man has no more need of animals.
He has killed olT some and neglected
to foster the multiplication of others.
So they have disappeared. The
whistle of machinery and the hum
of motors have taken the place of the
song of birds. The forests are de
serted and the fields without moos,
whinnies or larks.
Entering the great hall of the
'.Museum,''Mr. Smith attends the in
augural lecture of a course that is
to trace :the history of the conquest
of the mpon. It was in 19S0 that a!
new Christopher Columbus, long
foreshadowed by the story-writers,
landed upon our satellite. A vehicle
was built, moved by apergy, that
etherlc force which counteracts the
attraction of gravitation and enables
a body to pass through interplane
tary space. The car, contained an
abundant provision of oxygen in solid
form, of which it was only necessary
to melt a small piece in order to
feed the lungs of the daring explorer
for several days.
lAfter six months of anxiety and
hope this modern caravel landed its
captain upon the moon at the bot
tom Of an arid hollow which astron
omers had called the Sea of Sereni
ty. The man, in a diver's suit, took
several steps outside his car, enough
to gaze upon a vast amphitheatre,
dazzling in the crude iight and brist
ling with hard ridges and mineral
efflorescence. He proved that this
dead world was utterly uninhabita
Through the hermetically closed
costume which covered him he could
feel a glacial chill; his limbs swelled
and gave him' acute pain; death was
lying in wait for him.
Hurriedly he started on his return
voyage to the earth. Unfortunately
the greater part of the stored oxygen
had leaked out and spread itself over
the surface of the moon, so that on
the returin trip he was obliged to
put himself on short rations of air,
as ancient mariners used sometimes
to have to do with fresh water, and
he arrived home half asphyxiated
about a year after his departure.
But he opened the way. Crowds
ventured to m-.-.ke the terrific voyaf,t..
Many never returned. Visionary per
sons suggested that, as weight count
ed for nothing in the etheroraobile,
tons of solidified air might be trans
ported to be liberated on the moon,
where, held by the attraction of grav
itation, it would little by little form
an atmosphere. Such a task
world have required centuries and
would have impoverished cur own
supply of air. Instead of this, chem
ical reagents were employed which
started a chemical revolution on the
moon and liberated vast quantities
of the oxygen that had been in com
bination with its minerals.
After many voyages and many ex
periments a thin stratum of breath
able air spread over the lower places
at the surface of the ground. Slen
der though it was it sufficed for the
vegetation of humble plants such as
mosses and lichens, and through nat
ural chemistry to form vapor. Seeds
were planted and they grew. From
that time the dead moon was reborn;
its atmosphere increased in volume
through the sole agency of the res
I piration of the plants. Little by little
the Inhabitants of the earth noticed
changes in the appearance of their
satellite, now covered by fine, misty
flakes, which broke up the light into
exquisite twilight tints. It was at
last possible to live there. The high
er plants were now beginning to
grow; the decay of vegetable matter
was forming soil. A few small ani
mals were taken there; then a whole
Noah's ark. These, by supplying or
ganic matter, were contributing to
make the moon at some later day
habitable to man.
Matters have reached this stage
now, when John Smith is listening to
the story in the Museum. If man
has not yet taken possession of his
colony he has made many excursions
to it and is accustoming himself to
Its severe climate. The species of
animals that are now extinct upon
the earth, save in a few zoological
gardens, are developing at liberty
and transforming themselves natur
ally to adapt themselves to their new
conditions of existence.
Catching a Bank Thief.
When John Smith left the Museum
it was about 3 o'clock. He was
struck by the unusual aspect of the
streets. The sidewalks moved, un
occupied, scarcely a vehicle flew
through the air. 'But a a vast crowd
was gathered in one of the squares'
and all eyes were turned upon a
white sheet that hung before a win
dow. Suddenly, streams of ink be
gan tracing letters upon the sheet
and Smith read:
."3 P. M.?In checking the ac
counts of a certain Lafuite, cashier
of the Boston Bank, away on his
vacation, a deficit of $3,000,000 has
just Jseen discovered. At this mo
ment the portrait of the defaulter is
being sent b$ wireless telephotogra
phy to all points of the world. It is
known that he is not in New York.
Then the sheet was drawn up and
an immense photograph of the dis
honest cashier was shown. The crowd
greeted it with hoots.
At this very moment this very
portrait was being displayed in every
city and town in the world, from the
cold abode of the Esquimaux to that
of the Terra del Guegans, from the
island dots in the middle of the
oceans to the highest peaks of Asia.
It was also appearing upon the re
ceiving boards of ships upon the sea,
of subterranean railroads and air
I ships far above the clouds. It was
appearing in the submarine abysses
in which men were travelling or
working. There was scarcely a hu
man being at this moment who had
; not this picture before his eyes. Ah!
{how difficult has the profession of
j thief become! Throughout the city
the news was discussed. Soon a new
j dispatch was posted:
"3:15 P. M.?It is announced that
?an etheromobile disappeared twelve
days ago from a gnrace in Rrooklyn.
I Lafuite is believed to have taken pos
j session of it at nitdit in order to
''elude pursuit by taking refuge on
I the moon. If this prov? true all
[hope of finding him must be aban
' doned. We do not yet possess
thanks to the carelessness of the'
i Government any means of arresting
a man upon the surface of our satel
Yes, the moon, 238,S50 miles from
the earth, a five months journey, as
a safe refuge for the criminal, lr
the villain has twelve days' Btart he !
can never be caught and at the end,
of his. journey he will have a whole
world ?to himself.
The crowd is struck with admira
tion for the audacity of the criminal
and half hopes this rumor may prove
true. The whole city is excited.
Vast crowds gather before the bulle
tin boards of the newspapers. More
than 30,000 are assembled before
that of The World, now an hourly
paper. From the balcony a vast
trumjpet roaxs despatches as they
are received from all over the earth.
At 4:45 a shout goes up. The dis
appearance of the etheromobile has
been explained it is carrying a com
mittee of four members of the Uni
versity to observe meteorological phe
nomena. So Lafuite is still on earth.
?At 5:3 0 a despatch from Vera
Cruz announces that a man corre
sponding to the description of La
fuite and traveling alone in an aero
plane descended in that city six days
ago to get gasoline and food. He
left again for the South at a speed
estimated at 3 00 miles an hour.
At last, at 6:05, a thunderous des
patch proclaimed that the defaulting
cashier has just been arrested in a
cafe at Buenos Ayres, where he was
Identified in spite of the fact that he
had shaved off his beard and was
wearing black goggles.
Night falls upon the excited city.
This is only a phrase, for there is no
more night except in the room3
where men sleep. When the sun
setj myriads of electric moons make
an artificial day, as bright as the
real, a terrestrial daylight that
mounts into the sky and puts the
stars to shame. It is the hour of
evening promenaders. The citizens
of New York, mounted upon rapid
airships, go out with thtir families
for fresh air in the Catskilis and the
Berkshire Plills, which have become
city parks, full of crowds and music.
Dinner by Pushing Electric Buttons.
For New York, which once was the
tiny city bounded by Yonkers and the
ocean, has swallowed its suburbs,
eaten up the adjacent counties. It is
no longer a city?it is an urban
region. Around a monstrous nu
cleus, the centre of business and
pleasure, wherein no one lives out
side working hours, extends in ev
ery direction, the garden city of
which the ancient hygienists used to
preach. In this smiling country,
filled with parks and gardens, the
New Yorker lives, if he has a family.
There are a few bachelors, like John
Smith, who prefer to dwell on th'-?
upper floors of skyscrapers on the
edge of the business centre, but all
others must have their own h ?uses.
There is no home so humble that it
is not tied to the universe by tele
phone, telegraph and telephone, wire
less, of course. The moving side
walks and subterranean railroads
take them to and fro, to say nothing
of the aerobuses and aerotrains. A!.'
these pretty homes are heated, cooled
and lighted by electricity and pro
vided with automatic apparatus that
dispenses their Inhabitants from
John Smith gladly accepts an invi
tation to dine with friends. This ev
ening he goes out to the hoi:?f of
Mr. Barrett, a widower who lives
among his rhododendrons on the
southern slops of Slide Mountain,
with his centenarian mother and a
charming daughter.
As soon as he arrives Miss Bar
rett cooks the dinner with her o-vn
dainty fingers. For neither here nor
in the palaces of the banker-princes
are there servants any more. The
fai.-yi electricity has reduced culinary
operations to a series of daintv ges
tures, very similar to those made' by
typewriters or pianists. All dishes
are prepared in the dining-room,
right on the table, by means of glit
tering instruments of precision of
copper and nickel.
A Theatre in the Drawing Room.
When they rose from the table af
ter dinner Mr. Barrett expressed the
hope that Mr. Smith would pass the
evening with them and suggested
that they go to a theatre. His daugh
ter suggested the opera, Mr. Bar
rett thought Mr. Smith might like to
hear that ancient classic "Chantec
ler," which was being given at
"I like those old-fashioned simple
things," said the host," and in mu
sic I confess that I do not under
stand those new composers. I ha/o
not go beyond Strauss; yes, Strauss,
simple and old-fashioned as he is.
And I really enjoy an evening of
that antiquated Wagner, strange as
it may seem. Mother, will you ac
company us?"
The aged Mrs. Barrett shook her
"I will leave you," she said. "I
have my own theatre, that of the
old folks.
"My mother," said 'Mrs. Barrett,
"scarcely sleeps now by reason of
her age, and she passes the greater
part of her nichts calling up the
past. She has in her room a phon
ocinematograph and is never tired of
making it unroll the films on which
her whole life is registered. It is
a tradition in our family to register
all important events such as births,
marriages, deaths, family feasts,
conversations with dear friends, etc."
They went into the drawing room
and sat down in silence.
"Daughter," said Mr. Barrett, "put
out the lights and give us communi
cation with the Old Theatre."
'Mr. Barrett had the telephotothe
atrophone in his house.
Darkness filled the room. Only
the great mirror that covered one of
the walls Beemed full of fluorescent
liiht. A luminous vapor passed over
it. The light grew stronger and a
great red curtain appeared. At the
sides of the mirror moved the heads
of spectators, the horseshoe of the
balconies spreag; fans quivered over
flashes of diamonds on bare shoul
ders. Expectant life seethed upon
this animated picture. The buzz of
conversation could be heard. The
three persons had all the impression
of being in the theatre.
The curtain rose. The perform
ance took place.
Three hours later Mr. Smith took
his leave, and before midnight was
back in the city lighted by a thou
sand artificial moons, and was re
gaining his apartment in One Hun
dred and Eighteenth avenue. His
day was over.
Office of County Treasurer, Orange*
burg County, Orangeburg, S. C.
October 1st. 1910.
The regular Tax Duplicate will be
open for collection of all taxes due
State, County and School for Orange
burg County, from tht 15 th day of
October to the 31st of December, in
The following is the levy:
State Tax.5 3-4 mlllB.
Ordinary County.4 1-2 mills.
County School Tax.3 mills.
Road Tax... . .1 mills.
Total.14 1-4 mills
Also the following special local
Special Bonded
District No. 27 .. ...4
District No. 28.4
District No. 33 .3
District No. 34.3 2
District No. 36 .,. .,. .. 6 2
District No. 3.3
District No. 8.3 4
DiBtrict No. 11 .-.2
District No. 12..3
[ District No. 13 .. .,.2
District No. 18.r.4 2
District No. 20 ... .. .,.4
District No. 21.2
District No. 22.2
District No. 23 .. '.. ...2
District No. 26 ....;?. 5 1
District No. 37 ?. .. . .2
District No. 38.2
District; No. 40.-.4
District No. 41.4
District No. 42.2
District No. 43.3
District No. 44 .. .:. . .3
District No. 4 6.3
District No. 47.1
District No. 48.4
District No. 49.2
District No. 55.3
District No. 64 .. ... . .3
District No. 65.5 2
District No. 68..4
District No. 70.5 2
District No. 71.4
District No. 72 ... . . . .4
District No. 74.4
District No. 75.2
District No. 76.3
District No. 78.3
District No. 82.3
District No. 83.3
District No. 86.2
Commutation Road Tax will be re
celved at same time. The time for
payment of Road TaxeB expires
March lBt, 1911.
County Treasurer, 0. C.
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