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Show Forestry Problem Is Great and Must Is IN THE PUBLIC EYE Be Met by People of United States 8 8 V V 3 SWORN ENEMY OF OIL TRUST By GIFFORD PINCIIOT. Chief of National Bureau of Forestry I Thomas W. Phillips, the millionaire oil operator, whose home Is In Newcastle, Pa., is the one The present destructive system of cutting over independent producer who never bowed to the wall of the Standard Oil octupus. His name is the forests will result in the total los3 of our resources synonymous with the oil Industry of the United within the next 25 years unless some very rigid laws States, and always he has been the implacable foe of this gigantic trust, fighting it in the open, and are passed for forest protection and conservation. It always in a quiet, unostentatious and telling manis for the purpose of talking over every detail of a ner. Obtaining wealth through the flow of golden vast plan with the governors of the several states that oil from the depths of mother earth, he became the president called the congress of governors, which widely and popularly known over a vast area of territory and was forced into politics to the benewill meet in May. fit of the whole country. After his election to So far as I know this is the first time in history congress his greatest achievement was aiding that a nation has undertaken to make the best posin the passing of the law creating an industrial to which was due the establishment commission sible uses of the foundations of its welfare. of the department of labor and commerce, and The people of the United States are at length realizing that they the granting of so drastic powers to the bureau of corporations that it was .have a country out of which to make as much or little as enabled to expose the iniquitous system of rebates which jare now Ring they please. It requires three things to make a nation people, institutions and prosecuted iu the courts. Phillips knew no fear; neither did he know defeat. He followed the .land. Standard Oil to various parts of the country, bought leases and producing Heretofore Americans have reasoned that they will always have territory betore the trust representatives were fairly on the gound. He their national resourees. This same sort of logic played, havoc with the educated the farmers, especially in certain parts of Pennsylvania, to the Standard s methods of doing business, making it a hardship for the trust to resources of Spain, northern Africa and Palestine. get a foothold iii some of the best producing pools in the state. He built Forestry is to be a big problem in America. Father, I should say, it pipe lines of his own, permitting others to use them, much to the chagrin of the trust. is a big problem for and for the future. In the east When oil was discovered he and his three brothers gave up farming the timber is held largely under private ownership, and the steps we have and went to drilling wells. Twice they were ruined by the trust, but they taken to replenish the timber supply in our national forests out west will won in the end and became wealthy. mot make up for the wanton ruin that is being done east. The forest service is endeavoring to with eastern timber owners in every way possible to teach them economy in lumbering; to George Fred Williams of Dedham, Mass., Is stop the diminution of our resources that will entail additional disaster one of the most persistent Bryan workers In the with relation to its effects upon the water supply of our rivers and the whole country. He was with Bryan in 1S96 and led the forlorn hope in Massachusetts, a state purjty of those waters. that is naturally hostile to free silver. That he However rigid the public may consider the administrations forest would fall was what might have been expected, policy to be, it will be maintained. And there is another very important but Mr. Williams did not take his defeat very much to heart. As a matter of fact, he knows point that has been gained. defeat and fears it not, and he can take it as philosophically as the peerless one himself. Three times he ran for governor of Massachusetts, and The love of scandal ! It appears that so three times he was defeated, but he is still unfar no one has ventured to rob woman of daunted. her laurels in this regal d. Her passion for Undeterred by his former defeats, Mr. Wilthis thing amounts to genius. There seem liams has been trying to get the Democratic state committee to indorse Bryan this year, and he to be no limits to her capacity for imbibing even succeeded so far as to get a Resolution to it, no bounds to her daring in acquiring it. that effect presented. It was voted down by a majority of 24 to 4. The committee objected to what It termed Mr. Williams dictation, and Intimated Nor does her taste, it seems, need to be culthat if the resolutions were to be presented later by someone who could not tivated for a spicy and salacious morsel. he regarded as a mere delegate of Mr. Williams it might have some chance Shes born with a relish for it a relish that of being adopted. Mr. Williams whole life has not been a failure, even from a grows only by what it is fed on. political he was in public life from 1889 to 1893, one term in the point The world never had so fine an illustra- state of view, forand one in congress. He was spoken of as the Bryanite legislature tion of feminine love of scandal as during candidate for the Democratic presidential nomination four years ago, but the movement never amounted to anything. the progress of the Thaw trials. Mr. Williams is a lawyer, a scholar and a gentleman. After his graduaGlory be! cried the old policeman, tion from Dartmouth he went to Germany and studied at the universities who would have believed it? Gabriels trumpet wouldnt call out the of Heidelberg and Berlin, and on his return was admitted to the bar. He women and bumping and fighting each other so as to get in and has won an enviable place in his profession and has edited several law works, lie Is now B6 years of age. hear a story that isnt fit to be published. I know a woman who would scorn to read a weak latter-da- y novel, to whom an afternoon of pink tea would be sinful waste of time and to whom indulgence in gossip is the depth of degradation. She is CO years Theodore H. Price, the veteran speculator In old, but confessed without a qualm to having fought her way with her cotton, may be influenced only by a desire for the elbows bit by bit through a mob of women that she might secure a place welfare of his child when he resolved to give up in the court room during one of the sessions of the Thaw trial. Natural the market for a couple of years at least, and it may be merely a coincidence that his cotton curiosity to see the girl whose fame is no less than that of Helen of Troy, commitments, amounting to thousands of bales the girl whose beauty and whose daring were the talk of the world, the of tlje May cotton, will net him a considerable child who had lived a hundred lives while still in her teens, was the loss and that he would be glad to liquidate them plea in any case. It is commented upon as significant set up by feminine defenders. Perhaps but experience and study doesnt In the street that Mr. Price is selling his horses hear out the explanations. Judges and policemen in Detroit will tell and carriages, and is disposing of his country home at Tuxedo, surrounded by 12,000 acres of you that whenever a trial promises to be especially disconcerting they can land. There would be no necessity for disposing count upon women flocking to the court room in numbers that require of these at a sacrifice, the gossips say, if he was special handling. They fight for a good seat like they do on matinee merely going to pass two years on the coast of in the Maine. clays goddesses gallery, and they fight valiantly. M Mr- Price has deserted the market on ac Ive heard women with claims to refinement decry the tendency of the count of his heavy losses. It will be the first time he has shown himself best of the modern newspapers to print the stories of divorce suits, grueso devoid of nerve. When, as head of the firm of Price, McCormick & Co., some murders, illicit loves all that exploits the dark, the pitiable, the un- he was carrying on a heavy cotton corner he discovered that he was being his partners who had lost courage and had quietly stepped from lovely element in human natures. I didnt believe it at first, but now betrayed by under, leaving him in the lurch. The firm failed for $13,000,000. Price, inI know that editors and publishers are right when they say that it isnt stead of creeping into a corner and blowing his brains out, shook off his d the men, nor yet the uneducated and women, who devour partners, returned to the market and within a year had paid off all the debts these stories. Women of education read with avidity these documents of of the house and made three millions besides. Pie has since experienced several of these ups and downs and has always come up smiling. human sin and shame who wouldnt walk three blocks to see a great picMr. Price was engaged to be married when the first financial disaster ture or listen to a great symphony. Almost every woman laments loudly came upon him. His fiancee was Miss Harriet Dyer, sister of Mrs. James L. Taylor. It was currently reported that she had notified him after the crash Hie printing of scandal, but fewr there are who dont read it. that the engagement was at an end, but no such intention According to those on the inside there would be no shocking court young ladys head. She caused an emphatic denial to be had entered the Issued and when room crushes and few newspaper scandals if it were not for women. Their that failed to stop the gossip she insisted on the marriage taking place at demands are nowhere ignored and it is to meet them that we have the once. She carried her point and was of considerable assistance to her husband when he was struggling to himself. moral obliquity of a play like Zaza, the salacious slush of a Three It Is little wonder then, that he is devoted to his wife and child so dee Weeks, and the noisy headlines of a sensation. voted that he would give up the excitement of the market to spend two coast. years on a to-da- y, LONG CHAMPION OF BRYAN COTTON SPECULATOR QUITS 1 - silly-minde- first-pag- God-forsake- n The title of man is applied rather because of the graces and capabilities of the mind than because of any manual or even artistic skill. Among the famous men that the world remembers well-educat- ed forever were some who, according to modern use, could not he described as For example, Herbert Spencer was not, nor Shakespeare, nor Mozart, nor Abraham Lincoln; but Trcs. Eliot is, and so is many a business man, many an essayist and many an unknown scholar. The qualities because of which we unconsciously make this clear distinction are not very easy to catalogue, and they are not the qualities that are necessary to bestow' great benefits upon the world or to make a genius. A man may be of comparatively little use in the progress of human wisdom, and a d man may lead his fellows to great deeds. The definition that I give here must be understood to be merely the expression of my own individual opinion. A man, then, is a man of trained judgment and wide information about some of the topics that command attention in his own neighborhood, and who, in addition, knows enough of the speech and deeds of other lands and times to be able, by means of that knowledge, to confirm his own judgment iu the affairs of well-educate- well-educat- ed poorly-educate- well-educat- ed to-da- d. TAWNEY ONCE AN ACTOR Congressman James A. Tawney of Minnesota, on appropriations, is said to have a sense of humor about the size of a box of safety matches. He was regretting that he had not stuck to one of the "two trades in which he had been successful and made money blacksmlthing and the stage instead of going Into politics, when some of, his colleagues asked him for a spiel. He said: I was just trying to think which one of that fellow ShaShak Shakespeares characters said let me see, what was it he said? and that Mr Tawney wrinkled his brow fearfully. Oh, yes," he resumed, "I remember; it was in MacLear and In what? yelled a listener. . No, no, said Mr. Tawney, entirely I dont mean MacLear; I was thinking of King Hambeth." There was a loud shrieking silence for a moment, and then lifted his countenance out of a leather-coveresofa cushion Vong inquire: "Dont you mean Hamlet, Jim? "Certainly, remarked Mr. Tawney, with considerable asperity thats what 1 meant, Anyhow, I remember that whenever I recited those famous lines from Hamlet I fairly brought down the house. I remember them yet. They go: 'Laugh and the world laughs with and you weep alone and so forth. 'hsirman of the house committee , enoutl d you-wee- Mr T"BW' y. V The Little Womans Check Book r! tu E tl Md "p " hl' P..o,othy I. $ ! By Campbell MacCulloch 8 F (Copyright.) Phil, dear," said the Little Woman, the butcher has just sent in his bill, and its a perfectly horrid amount: $16.72. I said, rather aimlessly, "Indeed! and laid down the magazine I had been reading. The Little Woman sat at a desk near the window; she had the end of the penholder between her teeth; there was a cruel smudge of ink upon her forefinger, and her golden head was Just a little hit tousled. She was frowning heavily, and she looked at me perplexedly. Yes. I dont know how we, could possibly have eaten all that meat; do you, Phil? she queried, anxiously. The Little Woman deludes herself in the belief that she is a housekeeper, and she worries each month over her accounts in a perfectly alarming manner. On the desk lay the new check book which I had given her, and I began to see that behind the perfidy of the butcher lay something else. The Little Woman is proud, very proud; and when I had presented her with the check book some days previously, she had become so important that I began to see a vision of troublous days for the clerks in the hank. 1 had a dim suspicion that perhaps this new check book lay at the bottom of the present trouble, and that the butcher was merely a bait, squirming uneasily upon the hook of a difficulty. I suggested that she send a check for the amount, to which she agreed after some hesitation. I drew a little nearer, for I knew that this was the first check, and it was sure to be interesting. I even sat down on the arm of her chair and held my breath. She drew the check book to her firmly; she opened its brown cover with decision; she smoothed it down, and dipped her pen in the ink with an air of finality. After a trying half hour I succeeded in initiating her into the intricacies of writing a check. Nothing must do but that it must be mailed at once, and I took my hat and went off to the mail box. When I returned she was still sitting at the desk. As I entered she said: Will the people in the bank give out the money whenever I write a check? "As long as you have a balance there. rested her head against my should and confided to me that 6he had beea compelled to walk home. Why? Had you no money? I in. quired. horror-strucYou she replied, know, dear, wearily, ever since you gave me the check book, I never have ready money. I just take enough for car fare, and then I pay for things with . the checks. This last was said with an air of conscious pride, for she was proud of her idea in this respect. No hold marauder should catch her napping with hoarded gold. But why walk? I demanded. You see, rhil, if I want money when I am down town I always get It at the hank. I thought regretfully that I had neglected to explain to her about making checks out to Cash," and here she had found it out for herself. The Little Woman was certainly clever. "You know you didn't explain to me, but I found out how to do it, she went on. "When I go out I always call for Mrs. Wilson, and we go together. Then, you see, if I should want a little money, say a dollar or so here I inwardly groaned as I thought of that bank I just step into the bank with her, write out a check to Jier, and, as they know her there at the place, she gets it cashed and she gives me the money. There, wasn't I clever to think that out for myself? and she positively beamed from the tired gray eyes. I hugged her just a little closer, and she went on: To-da- y I went I couldnt find her, and so down town by myself. I thought I should surely meet her. I bought a few little things, pins and so on, you know, and then w'hen I wanted to come home, I didnt have the nickel. I walked to the bank and looked in, thinking perhaps Mrs. Wilson might have gone there, but she hadnt, and so I had to walk home, Phil, dear, and Im so tired. I held out my arms to her again in sudden pity. I carried her Into the library, and placed her in the big leather chair, and brought her a glass of wine, and then I cursed myself for an idiot. I would explain it to her at once. I would show her all about drawing a check for her personal use, and then I thought, wouldnt it hurt her pride? She was so pleased about her way, and it would hurt her terribly if she found there was another simpler way that she hadnt thought of. I decided to wait. Nearly three weeks went by without further complication, and in time I began to get quite hardened to the appealing looks cast at me by the bookkeeper and the cashier. It was then that Nemesis overtook me. I had gone home to luncheon and had been quite jolly and free from care. At the table the Little Woman said to me: Phil, dear. I answered her by a look of inquiry. My check book is quite gone. I felt a guilty consciousness of relief for the moment. I used the last check yesterday to pay the gas. Yes? I ventured. Yes, this morning the Iceman came and I didn't have a single check left." Did he promise to come again? I asked, for icemen are quite obliging at times. What Is a balance? explained that to her, but I could not remove the impression that the people at the bank were a most accommodating set. Then another idea appealed to her. You know Nellie was once robbed by two men who came into her house. They found all her housekeeping money, and took it away. They couldnt do that to me, could they, Phil? You see I never intend to have any money at all. Ill write a check for everything. Then no one can steal anything, can they? I agreed that this was an Incontrovertible fact, and again assured myself that the people at the bank were going to be busy; very busy, Indeed. Her head was filled with a continuance of the idea, for she said: Father told me that you had to be identified at the bank before they would give you money. Father is right, I assured her. That, however, need not concern you. Let the people to whom you give the checks worry." But if I went am? tried to get money for myself, would they give it Oh, it wasnt necessary, she said, to me? You see, Mrs. Wilson was brightly, They would be delighted. here." Would they believe me if I said I I felt a tightening at the heart, and was Jessica Harmon? looked up with an inward quake. Your signature would identify I told her my book was quite you. empty, and she offered me hers, said Oh! she replied, and then was the Little Woman. silent. And did you accept? I asked. Two days after that I had occaYes; it was so kind and thoughtful sion to pass the kitchen, and of her, I just took one of her blanks hearing sounds of argument I basely listened. and filled it out, and gave it to the Now, Norah, run down to the man. druggist s and get me ten cents worth of I could feel my collar getting uncombenzoin. Here's the money. fortably tight, but I swallowed hard, Where, mum? inquired the skep- and tried to say, quietly: tical Norah, whom I have Does Mrs. Wilson have her account always of a suspected residence quite near to at the same bank? Missouri. Oh, no. It's quite a different bank, Here, silly, responded the Little but I m sure it's just a3 good as our Woman. I have written a check bank, replied the Little Woman. Then I went away, and I kissed her quite began to hurriedly and sudthat my suspicion that the denly remembered a most important bank people were going to be busy appointment I had. neglected. It was was being Justified. In the next week positively vital, and I hurried off to t overheard conversation to find the iceman. Unfortunately the checks for various amounts.relating Once it check had been sent to the bank. He was for 63 cents for vinegar. Again hoped it was of no matter. It was 18 cents for tomatoes. Onco I hurried to the bank. I sought the sgain it was H cents for a of cashier. . I knew him by bag salt. As I walked upon the sight, but he streets of had small knowledge of me. I asked Dur town I began to notice for and obtained a Srins upon the faces of therespectful private interview. various Of course it was after I smiled back tradespeople. at them but he obliged me. Ibailing hours, rather think juite cheerfully, for I, too. save an appreciation of the began to he scented a good loan, and then I exAt plained. The cashier's liftth. tank bowee', a ed. It was regrettable, eyebrowshe did ack of cordiality for some reason still, The not see I explained all over again. paying teller no longer welcomed me I told him with a cheering smile; He began to everything. my old friend smile. I asked him if he was a marthe bookkeeper seemed to be dus ried man. He was, and on that sessed of a secret trouble, and there ground we struck a mutual chord of was an air of unrest about feeling. He shook my hand and I bound tution, I smiled inwardly, but him to secrecy. He uneasily. . agreed, and I was outside with the Little Woman's check One day he Little Woman came safely buttoned within I home quite late. I had been at the hastily sought our bank my coat. I window watching for her, there and and I saw obtained half a dozen cheek hooks. her turn in at the gate with quite a The paying teller and the cashier wiltwearied step. I opened the door for ed horribly as her and as I gathered her in they saw me with the my arms pile in my I commented on her but I smiled at hands, tired look. She them cheerfully, and went home. n, y . ie'.d VS, .nmjlw t n |