The Saturday Evening Post 1915-08-07: Vol 188 Iss 6

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST An Illustrated Weekly Founded A°® Diz728 dy Benj. Franklin AUGUST 7, 1915 =. = 5cts. THE COPY ®, Judge Priest Comes Back-ByIrvinS.Cobb

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Pricein Canada $165. Starting Thursday, August 5th, you can secure this new “‘regular’’ Burroughs Adding and Listing Machine from any of our offices in 170 Cities. Never before could the adding machine needs of the smallest retailer be filled by a Burroughs of such wonderful value at a price so low. It is now possible only because of an immense factory equipped to economize through large production. And at that we believe the demand will for many months exceed the supply. Your telephone book or your banker will tell you the nearest Burroughs office. Let it Stop Your Figure-Mistake Losses Suppose you're a grocer and fill about 150 orders a day. These orders average about five items —a total of 750 items a dav or 225,000 a year. You or your clerks have to add all these items. You are human and all men make mistakes. Here are 45,000 chances for mistakes If it’s a charge slip you can go over the addition after hours—when you're too tired to add straight. But if it’s a cash sale the customer has gone and taken the record with him. You do find mistakes now in your charge slip additions. If you could know you would surely find the Most mistakes in cash sales Your wholesaler employs an expert in figures, uses a double-entry system and an adding machine to prevent mistakes. Your clerks are experts at making sales, not at adding up figures. They are right out in the hustle and confusion of the store. Machine can’t make mistakes Put a Burroughs on the counter where you wrap up the goods. The machine will print and add the figures quicker than your clerk can set them down by pencil. The total can be printed by a pull of the handle, and that Total is always correct Hand the printed slip to the cash customer as a proof. It shows each amount and the correct sum They must rush to serve waiting customers, Write to any Burroughs Office, or to the factory at Detroit, Michigan, for full information (and easy terms) and for the free Burroughs book for retailers. Branch offices in 170 cities Your telephone book or your banker will tell you the nearest It inspires confidence. You and the customer both know it is right One mistake prevented each day will pay you a handsome return on your investment. You are now making more than one mistake a day. We stand ready to prove from your own records that you are now paying for a Burroughs in mistakes that can easily be prevented. Whether you're a grocer of Any other kind of retailer the same thing is true. Your brain and your time are needed to make sales, serve customers, arrange stock and do many other things that make for profits You can’t afford not to leave the figure work to the machine. You can’t afford the mistakes the Burroughs can and does prevent Since you are now paying in mistakes the price of this Burroughs, you ought to own it

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Published Weekly The Curtis Publishing Company Inde pendence Square Philadelphia London: 6,Henrietta Street | Covent Garden,W.C Volume 188 Founded A°D' 1728 Ay Benj. Franklin PHILADELPHIA, AUGUST 7, 1915 Copyright,1915, by The Curtis Publishing Company in the United States and Great Britain Entered at the Philadelpa Post-Of fice as Second-Class Matter Entered as Sec ond Class Matter at the Post Office Department Ottawa, Canada i i —_ — Number 6 JUDGE PRIEST COMES BACK ROM time to time persons of an inquiring turn of mind have been moved audibly to speculate—I might even say to ponder—regard- ing the enigma underlying the continued pres- ence in the halls of our National Congress of the Honorable Dabney Prentiss. All were as one in agreeing that he had a magnificent delivery, but in this same connection it has repeatedly been pointed out that he so rarely had anything to deliver. Some few among this puzzled contingent, knowing, as they did, the habits and customs of the people down in our country, could understand how in a corner of the land where the gift of tongue is till highly revered and the golden chimings of a full-jeweled throat are not yet entirely lost in the click of cash registers and the whir of looms, within limitations the Honorable Dabney might have been oratorically conspicuous and politically useful, not alone to himself but to others. But as a constructive statesman sent up to Washington, District cf Columbia, and there engaged in shaping loose ends of legislation into the welded and the tempered law, they could not seem to see him at all, at all. It was such a one, an editorial writer upon a metropolitan daily, who once referred to Representative Prentiss as The Human Voice. The title stuck, a fact patently testifying to its aptness. That which follows here is an attempt to explain the mystery of this gentleman’s elevation (o the high places which he recently adorned. To go back to the very start of things we must first review briefly the case of old ir. Lysander John Curd, even though he be but an incidental figure in the narrative. He was born to be incidental, I reckon, heredity, breeding and the chance of life all conspiring together to fit him for that inconsequential réle. He was born to be a background. Theonething he ever did in all his span on earth to bring him for a moment into the front of the picture was that, having reached middle age, he took unto himself a young wife. But since he kept her only long enough to lose her, even this circumstance did not serve to focus the attention of the community upon his uncolored personality for any considerable period of time. Considering him in all his aspects—as a volunteer soldier in the Great War, as a district school-teacher, as a merchant in our town, as a bachelor of long standing, as a husband for a fleeting space, and asa grass widower for the rest of his days—I have gleaned that he never did anything ignoble or anything conspicuous. Indeed, I myself, who knew TLLUSTRATED B 4 him as a half-grown boy may know a middle-aged man, find it hard after the lapse of I seem to recall that he was neither tall nor years to describe him physically for you. short, neither thick nor thin. He had thecustomary num- ber of limbs and the customary number of features arranged in the customary way—I know that, ofcourse. Itstrikes | me that his eyes | were mild and gen- tle, that he was, as the saying runs, soft-spoken and that his whiskers were straggly and | thin, like young | second growth ina new clearing; also that he wore his winter overcoat un- til the hot suns of springtimescorched it, and that heclung } to his summer al- } paca and his straw hat until the frosts of autumn came along and nipped them with the su- mac and the dog- wood. Thatletsme out. Excusing these things, he abides merely as a blur in my memory. On a certain morning of a cer- tain year,the month being April, Judge > ape gs FRoenvede By IRVIN S.COBB - d the cuit courtroom on the right-hand side of the long hal! in from the He was shoulders deep down in his the other, and he nspiring episodes called, which was a bare wide room behitr cir Yr F. R. GRUGER in the old courthouse, as you came leffer son Street door big chair, with both his plump legs outstretched and one crossed over was reading a paper-bound volume dealing in the main with certair in the spectacular life of a Western person known as Trigger Sam. On his way downtown from home that morning he had stopped by Wilcox & Powell's bookstore and purchased this work at the price of five cents; it was the latest production of the facile pen of a popular and indefatigable author of an earlier day than this, the late Ned Buntline. In his hours of leisure and seclusion the Judge dearly loved a good nickel library, especially one with a lot of shooting and some thrilling rescues in it. Now he was in the middle of one of the most exciting chapters when there came a mild rap at the outer door. Priest slid the Trigger Sam book into a half-open drawer and called out “*Come right on in, whoever ’tis.”’ The door opened and old Mr, Ly sander John Curd entered, in his overcoat, with his head upon his chest “Good morning, Judge Priest,” with you in private a minute? anybody maybe overhearing.” “You most certainly could,” said Judge Priest. He glanced through the adjoining room at the back, where Circuit Clerk Milam and Sheriff Giles Birdsong, heads together, were busy over the clerical details of the forthcoming term of circuit court Arising laboriously from his comfortable place he waddled across and kicked the open door between the two rooms shut with a thrust of a foot clad in a box-toed, low-quartered shoe. On his way back to his desk he brushed an accumulation of old papers out of a cane-bottomed chair. “‘Set down here, Lysandy,” he said in that high whiny voice of his, “‘and let’s hear what's on your mind . on Judge he said in his gentle halting drawl; “could I speak It's sort of a personal matter and I wouldn't care to have iato Nice weather, ain't it? An eavesdropper trained, mayhap, in the psychology of tone and gesture might have divined from these small acts and this small utterance that Judge Priest had reasons for suspecting what was on his caller’s mind; as though this visit was not entirely unexpected even though he had had warning of it. There was in the Judge's words an intangible inflection of understanding, say, or sympathy; no, call it compassion—that would be nearer to it. The ] neither of them would ever see sixty-five no two old men again—lowered themselves into the two chairs and sat facing each other the top the Judge's piled and dusts Through his rimmed glasses the Judge fixed a pair of kindly, but none the-less keen, blue Mr Curd’s sagged and slumped figure. There was de spondenc y ana there across ol desk } tee Suvi ey es on | ysande r was embar rassment in all the of that elderly frame drooping lines Judge Priest's lips drew up tightly, and unconsciously he nodded—the brief that a surgeon might em- ploy privately confirming a pri nod on vate diagnosis The other detect things— neither the puckering of the lips the small for bend of the *s head Hi own chin was in hi collar and his ow: did not these | nor ward Judge averted eyes were Priest sat at his desk . in his chamber, “Good Morning, Judge Priest; Coutd I Speak With You in Private —_—————- — onthe floor. One of a Minute?" his hands agnariy, 3

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST rather withered hand it must have been—reached forth absently and fumbled at a week-old copy of the Daily Evening News that rested upon a corner of the desk. The twining fingers tore a little strip loose from the margin of a page and rolled it up into a tiny wad. For perhaps half a minute there was nothing said. Then Judge Priest bent forward suddenly and touched the nearer- most sleeve of Mr. Curd with a gentle little half-pat. “Well, Lysandy?” he prompted. “Well, Judge.”” The words were the first the visitor had uttered since his opening speech, and they came from him reluctantly. ‘‘ Well, sir, it would seem like I hardly know how tostart. This is a mighty personal matter that I've come to see you in regards to—and it’s just a little bit hard to speak about it even to somebody that I’ve known most of my life, same as I’ve always known you. But things in my home have finaliy come to a head, and before the issue reaches you in an official capacity as the judge on the bench I sort of felt like it might help some— might make the whole thing pass off easier for all concerned—if I could have a few words with you privately, as a friend and as a former comrade in arms on the field of battle.” “Yes, Lysandy, go ahead. I’m listenin’,” stated Judge Priest as the other halted. Old Mr. Curd raised his face and in his faded eyes there was at once a bewildered appeal and a fixed and definite resolution. He spoke on very slowly and carefully, choos- ing his words as he went, but without faltering: “T don’t know as you know about it, Judge Priest—the chances are you naturally wouldn’t—but in a domestic way things haven’t been going very smoothly with me— with us, I should say—for quite a spell back. I reckon after all it’s a mistake on the part of a man after he’s reached middle age and got set in his ways to be taking a young wife, more especially if he can’t take care of her in a way she’s been used to, or anyhow in a way in which she’d like to be taken care of. I suppose it’s only human nature for a young woman to hanker after considerable many things that a man like me can’t always give her—jewelry and pretty things, and social life, and running round and see- ing people, and such as that. And Luella—well, Luella really ain't much more than a girl herself yet, is she?” The question remained un- answered. It was plain, too, that Mr. Curd had expected no answer to it, for he went straight on: “So I feel as if the blame for what's happened is most of it mine. I reckon I was too old to be thinking about get- ting married in the first place. And I wasn’t very well off then either—not well enough off to have the money | should’ve had if I expected to make Luella contented. Still, all that part of it’s got nothing to do with the matter as it stands I'm just telling it to you, Judge, asa friend.” “I understand, Ly- sandy,” said Judge Priest almost in the tone which he might have used to an up- happy child. “This is all a strict confidence between us two and this is all the fur- ther it'll ever go, so fur as I'm concerned, without you authorize me te speak of it.” He waited for what would come next. It came in slow, steady sentences, with the regu- larity of a statement painfully rehearsed before- hand: “Judge Priest, I've never been a believer in divorce asa general thing. It seemed tomethere was too much of that sort of thing going on round this country. That’s always been my own private doctrine, more or ‘ess. But in my own case I’ve changed my mind. We've been talking it over back and forth and we've decided. Luella and me have—that under the circum- stances a divorce is the best thing for both of us; in fact we've decided that it’s the only thing. I want that Luella should be happy and | think maybe I'll feel easier in my own mind when it’s all over and done with and settled up according to the law. I’m aiming to do what’s best for both parties—-and I want that Luella should be happy. I want that she should be free to live her own life in her own way without me hampering her. She’s young and she’s got her whole life before her— that’s what I’m thinking of.” He paused and with his tongue he moistened his lips, which seemed dry. “I don’t mind telling you I didn’t feel this way about it first-off. It was a pretty tolerable hard jolt to me—the way the proposition first came up. I’ve spent a good many sleepless nights thinking it over. At least I couldn’t sleep very much for thinking of it,’”’ he amended with the literal impulse of a literal mind to state things exactly and with- out exaggeration. “ And then finally I saw my way clear to come to this decision. And so a “Lysandy Curd,” broke in Judge Priest, “‘I don’t aim to give you any advice. In the first place, you ain’t asked fur it; and in the second place, even ef you had asked, I'd hesitate a monstrous long time before I’d undertake to advise any man about his own private family affairs. But I jest want to ask you one thing right here: It wasn’t you, was it, that first proposed the idea of this here divorce?” “Well, no, Judge, I don’t believe ’twas,”’ confessed the old man whose misery-reddened eyes looked into Judge Priest’s from across the littered desk. “I can’t say as it was me that first suggested it. But that’s neither here nor there. The point I’m trying to get at is just this: “The papers have all been drawn up and they'll be bringing them in here sometime to-day to be filed—the lawyers in the case will, Bigger & Quigley. Naturally, with me and Luella agreeing as to everything, there’s not going to be any fight made in your court. And after it’s all over I’m aiming to sell out my grocery store—it seems like I haven’t been able to make it pay these last few months, the same as it used to pay, and debts have sort of piled up on me some way. I reckon the fellow that said two could live as cheap as one didn’t figure on one of them being a young woman—pretty herself and wanting pretty things to wear and have round the house. But I shouldn’t say that—I’ve come to see how it’s mainly my fault, and I’m figuring on how to spare Luella in every way that it’s pos- sible to spare her. So as I was saying, I’m figuring, when it’s all over, on selling out my interests here, such as they are, and going back to live on that little farm I own out yonder in the Lone Elm district. It’s got a mortgage on it that I put on it here some months back, but I judge I can lift that and get the place clear again, if I’m given a fair amount of time to do it in. “And now that everything’s been made clear to you, I want to ask you, Judge, to do all in your power to make things as easy as you can for Luella. I'd a heap rather there wouldn’t be any fuss made over this case in the newspapers. It’s just a straight, simple divorce suit, and after all it’s just between me and my present wife, and it’s more our business than ’tis anybody else’s. So, seeing as the case is not going to be defended, I'd take it as a mighty big favor on = Ms ee oat If They Could Strike a Blow at Judge Priest, So Much the Better your part if you'd shove it up on the docket for the coming term of court, starting next Monday, so as we could get it done and over with just as soon as possible. That’s my personal wish, and I know it’s Luella’s wish too. In fact she’s right anxious on that particular point. And here’s one more thing: I reckon that young Rawlings boy, that’s taken a job reporting news items for the Daily Evening News, will be round here in the course of the day, won't he?” “He likely will,’ said Judge Priest; “‘he comes every day—purty near it. Why?” “Well,” said Mr. Curd, “I don’t know him myself except by sight, and I don’t feel as if I was in a position to be asking him to do anything for me. But I thought, maybe, if you spoke to him yourself when he came, and put it on the grounds of a favor to you, maybe he'd not put any more than just a little short piece in the paper saying suit had been filed— Curd against Curd—for a plain August 7, 1915 divorce, or maybe he might leave it out of his paper alto- gether. I'd like to see Luella shielded from any newspaper talk. It ain't as if there was a scandal in it or a fight was going to be made.” He bent forward in his eagerness. “Do you reckon you could do that much for me, Judge Priest—for old times’ sake?” “‘Ah-hah,” assented Judge Priest. “I reckin part of it kin be arranged anyway. I kin have Lish Milam set the case forward on the docket at the head of the list of uncon- tested actions. And I'll mention the matter to that there young Rawlings ef you want me to. Speaking personally, I should think jest a line or two ought to satisfy the readers of the Daily Evenin’ News. Of course him being a reporter and all that, he’ll probably want to know what the facts are as set forth in your petition—what allegations are made in ——”’ He stopped in mid-speech, seeing how the other had flinched at this last. Mr. Curd parted his lips to interrupt, but the old Judge, having no wish to flick wounds already raw, hurried on: “Don’t you worry, Lysandy, I'll be glad to speak to young Rawlings. I jedge you've got no call to feel uneasy about what’s goin’ to be said in print. You was sayin’ jest now that the papers would be filed sometime to-day?” “They'll be filed to-day, sure.” “And no defense is to be made?” continued Judge Priest, tallying off the points on his fingers. “And you’ve retained Bigger & Quigley to represent you—that’s right, ain’t it?” “Hold on a minute, Judge.”” Old Mr. Curd was shaking his whity-gray head in dissent. “I’ve taken up a lot of your valuable time already, and still it would seem like I haven’t succeeded in getting this affair all straight in your mind. Bigger & Quigley are not going to represent me. They're going to represent Luella.” He spoke as one stating an accepted and easily under- stood fact, yet at the words Judge Priest reared back as far as his chair would let him go and his ruddy cheeks swelled out with the breath of amazement. “*Do you mean to tell me,”” he demanded, “that you ain't the plaintiff here?” “Why, Judge Priest,” answered Mr. Curd, “you didn’t think for a minute, did you, that I'd come into court seeking to blacken my wife’s good name? She's been thoughtless, maybe, but I know she don’t mean no harm by it, and besides look how young she is. It’s her, of course, that’s asking for this divorce—I thought you understood about that from the beginning.” Still in his posture of astonishment, Judge Priest put another question and put it briskly: “‘ Might it be proper fur me to ask on what grounds this lady is suin’ you fur a divorce?” A wave of dull red ran up old Mr. Curd’s throat and flooded his shamed face to the hair line. “On two grounds,” he said—‘“‘non-support and drunkenness.” “‘Non-support?” “Yes; I haven't been able to take care of her lately as I should like to, on account of my business difficulties and all.” “But look here at me, Ly- sandy Curd—you ain't no drunkard. You never was one. Don’t tell me that!” “Well, now, Judge Priest,” argued Mr. Curd, “youdon’t know about my private hab- its, and even if I haven't been drinking in public up to now, that’s no sign I’m not fixing to start in doing so. Besides which my keeping silent shows that I admit to everything, don’t it? Well, then?” He stood up. “Well, I reckon that’s all. I won't be detaining you any longer. I’m much obliged to you, Judge, and I wish you good-day, sir.”’ For once Judge Priest forgot his manners. He uttered not a syllable, but only stared through his spectacles in stunned and stricken silence while Mr. Curd passed out into the hallway, gently closing the door behind him. Then Judge Priest vented his emotions in a series of snorts. In modern drama what is technically known as the “stage aside” has gone out of vogue; it is called old- fashioned. Had a latter-day playwright been there then, he would have resented the Judge’s thoughtlessness in addressing empty space. Nevertheless that was exactly what the Judge did. “Under the strict letter of the law I ought to throw that case out of court, I s’pose. But I’m teetotally dam’ ef I do any such of a thing! That old man’s heart is broke now, and there ain’t no earthly reason that I kin ,

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The Judge Led the Fight for the Minority think of why that she-devil should be allowed to tromp on the pieces. And that’s jest exactly what she'll do, shore as shootin’, unless she’s let free mighty soon to go her own gait. . . . Their feet take hold on hell. . . . I'll bet in the Kingdom there'll be many a man that was called a simple-minded fool on this earth that'll wear the biggest, shiniest halo old Peter kin find in stock.” He reached for the Trigger Sam book, but put it back again in the drawer. He reached into a gaping side pocket of his coat for his corncob pipe, but forgot to charge the fire-blackened bowl from the tobacco canister that stood handily upon his desk. Chewing hard upon the discolored cane stem of his pipe, he projected himself toward the back room and opened the door, to find Mr. Milam, the circuit clerk, and Mr. Birdsong, the sheriff, still engaged together in official duties there. “Lish,” he said from the doorway, “young Rawlings generally gits round here about two o'clock in the evenin’, don’t he?”’ “Generally about two or two-thirty,” said Mr. Milam. “I thought so. Well, to-day when he comes tell him, please, I want to see him a minute in my chambers.” “What if you’re not here? Couldn't I give him the message?” “T’ll be here,” promised the Judge. “‘And there’s one thing more: Bigger & Quigley will file a divorce petition to-day—Curd versus Curd is the title of the suit. Put it at the head of the list of undefended actions, please, Lish, as near the top of the docket as you kin.” “Curd? Is it the Lysander Curds, Judge?” asked Mr. Milam. “You guessed right the very first pop—it’s the Lysandy Curds,” said Judge Priest grimly. “Well, for one I’m not surprised,” said Mr. Milam. “If poor old Lysander hadn’t stayed blind for about two years after the rest of this town got its eyes wide open this suit would have been filed long before now.” But Judge Priest didn’t hear him. He had closed the door. Mr. Milam looked meaningly at Mr. Birdsong. Mr. Birdsong felt in his hip pocket for his plug and helped himself to a copious chew, meanwhile looking meaningly back at Mr. Milam. With the cud properly bestowed in his right jaw Mr. Birdsong gave vent to what for him was a speech of considerable leagth: ““Jedge said Bigger & Quigley. didn't he? Well, they’re a good smart team of lawyers, but ef I was in Lysander John Curd’s shoes I think I'd intrust my interests in this matter to a different firm than them.” “*Who’s that?” inquired Mr. Milam. “Tt’s a Yankee firm up North,” answered Mr. Birdsong with a sidelong glance down his right flank to where a black rubber butt protruded from his hip pocket. “They ain't lawyers; they make hardware mostly.” It will be noted that our worthy sheriff fell plump into the same error over which Judge Priest’s feet had stumbled a few minutes earlier—he assumed offhand, Sheriff Bird- song did, that in this cause of Curd against Curd the husband was to play the réle of the party aggrieved. In- deed, we may feel safe in assuming that at first blush almost anybody in our town would have been guilty of that same mistake. The real truth in this regard, coming out, as it very shortly did--before sunset of that day, in THE SATURDAY EVENING POST fact—gave the community a profound shock. From house to house, from street to street and from civic ward to civic ward the tale spread, growing as it went. The Daily Evening News carried merely the barest of bare state- ments, coupled with the style of the action and the names of the attorneys for the plaintiff; but with spicy added details, pieced out from surmise and common rumor, the amazing tidings traveled across narrow roads and through the panels of partition fences ¥ { with a rapidity which went far toward proving that the tongue is mightier than the printed line, or at least is speedier. Hard upon the heels of the first jolting disclosure correlated incidents even- tuated, and these, as the saying goes, supplied fuel tothe flames. Just before supper-time old Mr. Lysander Curd went with dragging feet and downcast head to Mrs. Teenie Morrill’s boarding house, carrying in one hand a rusty valise, and from Mrs. Morrill he straightway engaged board and lodg- ing for an indefinite period. And in the early dusk of the evening Mrs. Lysander Curd drove out in the smart top-phaeton that her husband had given her on her most recent birthday—she sitting very erect and handling the ribbons on her little spirited bay mare very prettily, and being seemingly all oblivious to the hostile eyes which stared at her from sidewalks and porch fronts. About dark she halted at the corner of Clay and Contest, where a row of maples, new fledged with young leaves, made a thick shadow across the road. Exactly there, as it so chanced, State Senator Horace K. Maydew happened to be loitering about, enjoying the cooling breezes of the spring night, and he lifted his some- what bulky but athletic forty-year-old form into the phaeton alongside of the lady. In close conversation they were seen to drive out Contest and to turn into the Tow- head Road; and—if we may believe what that willing witness, old Mrs. Whitledge, who lived at the corner of Clay and Contest, had to say upon the subject—it was ten minutes of eleven o'clock before they got back again to that corner. Mrs. Whitledge knew the exact hour, because she stayed up in her front room to watch, with one eye out of the bay window and the other on the mantel clock. To be sure, this had happened probably a hundred times before—this meeting of the pair in the shadows of the water maples, this riding in company over quiet country roads until all hours—but by reason of the day's sensational developments it now took on an enhanced significance. Mrs. Whitledge could hardly wait until morning to call up, one by one, the members of her circle of intimate friends. I judge the telephone company never made much money off of Mrs. Whitledge even in or- dinary times; she rented her telephone by the month and she used it by the hour. As we are following the course of things with some regard for their chronological sequence, perhaps I should state here that on the next day but one the Lysander John Curd grocery a / and feed store was closed on executions sworn out by a coterie of panic-stricken creditors. It is a mistake, I thin to assume that rats always leave a sinking ship. It ha been my limited observation that, if they are commercial rats, they stay aboard and nibble more holes in the hull However, that is neither here nor there In less than no time at all following this—in less thar two weeks thereafter, to be exact—the coils which united Mr. Lysander Curd and Luella his wife in the bonds of matrimony were by due process of the statutory law unloosed and cast off. Being free, the ex-husband prompt! gathered together such meager belongings as he might call his own and betook himself to that little mortgage-covered farm of his out Lone Elm way. Being free also, the ex-wifk with equal celerity became the bride of State Senator Horace K. Maydew, with a handy justice of the peace t officiate at the ceremony. It was characteristic of Stat« Senator Maydew that he should move briskly in consum mating this, the paramount romance of his life. For he was certainly an up-and-coming man. There was no holding him down, it seemed. Undoubt edly he was a rising light, and the lady who now bore hi name was bound and determined that she would rise with him. She might have made one matrimonial mistake, but this time she had hitched her wagon to a star—a star which soared amain and cast its radiance afar. Seon she was driving her own car—and a seven passenger car at that They sent to Chicago for an architect to design their new home on Bryant Boulevard and to Louisville for a decorator to decorate it. It wasn’t the largest house in town, but it was by long odds the smartest The Senator willed that she should have the best of everything, and she had it For himself he likewise desired much. His was an uneasy ambition, which ate Into him like a canker and gave him no peace. Indeed, peac was not of his craving. He watered his desire with the waters of self-appreciation and raulched it with constant energy, and behold it grew like the gourd and bourgeoned like the bay tree. He had been mayor; at this time he wa: state senator; presently it was to transpire that he would admire to be more than that. Always his handclasp had been ardent and clinging Now the inner flames that burned its owner made it fever- ish to the touch. His smile was as warming as a grate fire and almost as wide. Shoulders were made for him to slap, and children had been created into the world to the end that he might inquire regarding their general health and well doing. Wherefore parents—and particularly young parents—were greatly drawn to him. If there was a lodg he joined it; if there was a church fair he went to it; if there was an oration to be made he made it. His figure broadened and took on a genial dignity. Likewise in the accumulation of worldly goods he waxed amazingly well Centinued on Page 45 With Captain Buck Owings and With Sheriff Giles Birdsong He Was Closeted Perhaps Ten Minutes

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST OME years ago the Kaiser expressed his mR imperial desire that several ladies of different August 7, 1915 Chest, with portraits of the Emperors William the First and Frederick the Third in their shrouds. Near these nationalities should join his official family to assist in the education of the royal children. The German lady who proposed me— I never knew exactly why, except per- haps because I was a Prot- estant, could read aloud, and was not suspected of socialistic tendencies — was so well-born, according to ultra-Prussian notions, that the Kaiser and Kaiserin placed great confidence in herjudgment. Withtwenty years’ experience of court life behind her, she felt it her duty to warn me of the difficulties of the position of “glorified governess,” for which I was a candidate. “If you live in the pal- ace,” she said, “you will have to use one quality from morning until night tact; more tact; still more tact.” I thought then that she exaggerated the drawbacks gruesome souvenirs was a foolish wicker sofa, with a muslin cushion, and beyond this again an exquisite buhl cabinet, jostling the plain deal table where the Kaiser always kept a loaded re- volver. The Emperor’sstudy was scarcely more attractive, with its hideous black mar- ble mantelpiece, and the heavy walnut desk where he wrote most of those pro- nunciamentos that have made Europe shiver from time to time. What was most striking in the Berlin palace was the total lack of modern con- veniences of any sort. At that time bathrooms were nonexistent there. William the Absolute used a zinc tub in a dark corridor for his ablutions. He had a passion for cleanliness in- herited from his English mother; so his cabinet de toilette was a lake every of standing near a throne. I imagined emperors and empresses lived with their crowns on from morning until night, so to speak — as we are all apt to do. And I felt certain that those who surrounded them enjoyed a liberty and luxury which were denied to common mortals. Vain notions! There was far less luxury at the German Court in those days than in the house of any rich American; far more boredom than in an English country town—and no freedom at all for anybody except the Kaiser. An inmate of a Prussian royal residence was, in fact, simply a prisoner in a gilded cage, with etiquette for a jailer. This unpleasant truth began to dawn on me only when it was too late to draw back—on the day when Countess took me into the palace for inspection. After passing a great many chamberlains and footmen, who looked tq me more like counts than lackeys, and traversing various ealons, all of which had no more personality than suites in an expensive hotel, we were ushered into a small boudoir. The Empress entered immediately with her daughter, then a girl of fourteen, and the Grand Mistress, Countess von Brockdorff. Her Majesty in a kindly manner made careful but round- avout inquiries concerning my religious convictions and my tastes in literature. I suppose my nervous answers satisfied her, as she said immediately afterward that she was glad I was coming to live at court. This was my first intimation that the matter was settled. “IT hope you will be happy here,” she added graciously. “Ask Countess von Brockdorff anything you want to know. She will tell you what to do.” yon All the Discomforts of a Royal Home HEREUPON she stood up; we kissed her hand; I mumbled something intended for thanks, but in my embarrassment I believe I said, “‘ Many happy returns of the day!” the little princess gave us each a bouquet—and the interview was over. Countess von Brockdorff afterward invited us to tea in her sitting room, where she impressed on me a hundred details of behavior and ceremonial with as much care as though these insignificant trifles were the most important things im life. Last of all she added: “You must on no account keep a diary while you are at or write down anything you see or hear. The Emperor is very particular about this.” What she did not tell me— though I learned it later—was that a certain lady had sent an article on the imperial stables to an English magazine shortly before my arrival, and this article permitted a red-hot Socialist to inquire in the Reichstag why three hundred horses were kept for the Kaiser's use There had been a beautiful row about it and a severe reprimand for the Grand Mistress from His Majesty. Consequently all the ladies were put on their honor to write nothing for publication while in residence. court The Kaiser and Kaiserin Go Visiting A week later I passed my first night under the Kaiser's roof—and a very unhappy one it was too! The Berlin palace was as gloomy as it was uncomfortable. Of the two hundred rooms all but fifty were open to sight-seers when the imperial family was away; so the public could see for itself the execrable taste displayed in the furnishing of the state apartments. The private rooms, formerly shown also, until an enter- prising visitor managed to steal an autograph letter from the Emperor’s desk, were not much better. The imperial bedchamber contained odd pieces that might have been picked up at an auction. A big brass bed, with English blankets instead of the usual German eiderdown, replaced the historic couch in which so many generations of Prussian kings slept. Inclosing it was an ugly arrangement of heavy curtains, much like the rubber sheet encircling certain old-fashioned shower baths—for the Emperor was terrified by drafts. Some of the chairs were upholstered in red; others in green. In one corner stood the famous Death PHOTO. FROM BROWN BROTHERS, NEW YORK CrTy The Kaiser as a Sportsman morning and required elab- orate baling out by the poor palace servants. If only running water had existed on the upper floors! But no; the huge basins on the Emperor's washstand had to be filled many times a day from buckets carried up three flights of stairs. Emperor William’s Costume Museum O* COURSE the ladies-in-waiting enjoyed still fewer comforts than their imperial masters. We slept in little rooms that were small and dark. Worse still, we had to traverse stone corridors insufficiently heated in order to reach the royal apartments. As for the servants, they were lodged in poor dormitories; and I often marveled that the elegant lackeys, for whom, to judge by their expression, nothing seemed good enough, would consent to sleep in them. Only on what contributed to the grandeur of the sov- ereign was no expense spared. Of this William’s uniforms served as a striking example. Thousands of marks yearly were spent for gold lace. The special hall reserved for the Emperor’s military trappings was one of the sights of the palace. All the uniforms of the German regiments of which he was honorary chief—not to mention those of foreign corps—hung in glass cases and were under the charge of a special staff, whose position was certainly no sinecure. How often have I seen the poor official responsible for this costume museum tearing his hair when the Kaiser was about to start on a journey—exact destination not announced until the last minute—or beseeching the ladies to find out from the Empress whether her lord intended to appear at a moment’s notice as a British admiral or a Russian colonel. At table the Emperor’s infirmity inconvenienced him; but to counteract it, as far as possible, he used a special fork, the center prong of which was a knife. Shrimps or cherries the Empress herself always shelled or stoned for her husband. I remember hearing her say to Countess von Brockdorff sometimes that she hoped there would be shrimps for déjewner, as they gave her a chance to help the husband she loves so dearly. “IT am so tired of being an Empress,” she added; I like to fancy occasionally I am like other women an ordinary tender wife, instead of a sovereign.” There is no doubt the Empress wearied of the everlasting formality of these court meals; nor could one blame her. She would gladly have sat down to a simple repast of pork chops and potato salad—her favorite dishes—with her husband and the children; but the Emperor considered it necessary to maintain state under all circumstances at any cost—to others. Both lunch and dinner, therefore, were always formal occasions, with many courses and elaborate wines. The Emperor himself enjoyed fancy dishes and drank a glass of champagne. The Empress chose the simplest plats and was served with a special cherry “and just

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cordial, which I believe the footmen disrespectfully de- scribed as Her Majesty’s Red Ink. In my time the entire household was required to appear at the royal table. If anyone was absent the Emperor always noticed it and made some remark to the Maréchale du Jour, who did not fail to repeat it to the delinquent. But, in addition to the household, there were generally guests—often brought in at the last minute, to the despair of the palace cooks and the Master of Ceremonies, who had hurriedly to rearrange the order of precedence. The sociability of these daily banquets depended entirely on the Kaiser’s humor. Etiquette forbade anyone but himself to start a subject of conversation. When he felt in the humor for joking he joked and the rest of us laughed; but when he was silent nobody spoke a word and the meal became a funereal function. I remember quite well that at the time of the Agadir crisis the Emperor sat absolutely silent at table for three days, in an atrocious temper, which kept all our nerves on edge. It was reported after- ward that he had been preparing a telegram ordering an invasion of France. No Paris Hats for Crowned Heads H's was the kind of nature that did not brook contra- diction; consequently when the Chancellor of the Exchequer told His Majesty point-blank that Germany's finances would not admit of war, he visited his displeasure on his entourage. Meantime it amused us to read news- paper articles on the Kaiser’s peaceful intentions. Sometimes William’s jovial moods were almost as trying as his tempers—for then he was pleased to indulge in humor- ous sallies—at other people’s expense. On one of these occasions a certain absent-minded court lady—who shall be nameless—appeared at dinner without having cleaned her nails. Now the Kaiser, as everybody knew, loved beautiful hands and arms so much that whenever he gave a present to the fair sex it was always a ring or a bracelet, which he claimed the right to put on himself. He was quick to notice the offending finger tips. Taking them in his own he remarked, loud enough for all to hear: “I am sorry, dear lady, to see you in half- mourning. Allow me to condole with you on your loss—of a nail cleaner.” The “dear lady”’ looked for a moment as though she were going to cry before everybody; but she managed to swallow her mortification somehow. Another sally—this time at my own expense I shall long remember. We had assembled as usual in the green salon before luncheon. Having lately returned from a holiday in Paris I wore a new and, as I thought, very stylish lingerie frock, with an underdress of muslin trimmed with pink ribbons, which showed through at the neck and elbows. The big doors opened. The Emperor and Empress entered. As soon as he caught sight of me the Kaiser came straight across the room. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST came from Vienna, but Paris was taboo. The Crown Princess, byfarthe best-dressed lady at the court, was the only one who dared to wear French clothes. **Father-in-law scolded me again to- day for wearing a Virot hat,” she re- marked once to the Empress. They were sitting together with some of the ladies in Her Majesty's boudoir, removing the beauti- ful feathers— which the Crown Princess sometimes maliciously described as “hearse plumes’’—from the 4 Empress’ hats for use ee again. “Now isn’t mine a really pretty hat Princess Cecilie persisted, referring to the forbidden headgear once more; *“‘so light, so tasteful, so chic!” “Yes,” admitted the Kaiserin with a sigh as she looked at the mountainous erections she herself wore; but there is nothing worth having if it displeases the Emperor.” From any other person such a remark might have sounded priggish or insincere; but Augusta Victoria meant it, from the bottom of her heart. Her admiration for her brilliant on" “ves; The Patace at Bertin laughed—even when her husband, for once, sided with his father, because his hatred of everything French exceeded the Kaiser's own. Like most other masterful men, who prefer to be obeyed rather than loved, the German Emperor was susceptibl his daughter's. She, and she alone, could wheedle concessions from him. Her brothers were slow to take advantage of her power, and when she wa quite a little child they nicknamed Princess Louise “Miss Intermediary.’ “Now, Miss Intermediary,” Prince Adalbert would beg, to one influence “please get papa to give me some “* Ah, gnddiges Friéulein,” his sharp voice rang out, “‘ see you are wearing your nightgown under your robedujour. Acapital idea that—toeconomize time.’ Everybody stared and I confess to feeling extremely uncomfortable. The episode, however, taught me one lesson—never to attempt to dress in the height of the fashion at the Berlin Court. Most of the ladies conservatively kept behind the styles, following the example of the Kaiserin her- self, who, though her gowns were of rich materials, looked upholstered rather than dressed. The Empress ordered most of her clothes from Berlin dressmakers. A few , iM BROWN BROTHERS, NEW YORK The Kaiser's Hunting Lodge spouse was almost pathetic. His wish was her law, his lightest word a divine command. As the Kaiser’s mother used to say: “My son cannot help running his household as he does his regiments—and his most docile grenadier is the woman who shares his throne.” Her attitude of complete subjection certainly must have done much to encourage William’s domineering ways. In plain words, she had spoiled him utterly, domestically speaking. Every member of the family had to yield instant obedience—or there was trouble. The Crown Prince re- fused to obey on several occasions and horrid rows were the result of his temerity. The Crown Princess was often rebuked like a naughty child. Luckily hers was a disposition that took life easy. She went off now and then in- cognito for alittle trip to the French capital. The matter came to the Emperor's ears He stormed. The Empress wept. The palace resounded with a first-class family row. And the Crown Princess, with a trunkful of new The Royal Residence at Potsdam in lingerie safely locked her bedroom, more pocket money.” Or Eitel-Friedrich would “I want to go to such and such a music hall to-night alone with Herr von S Please arrange it with papa.”’ And she generally got her brothers what they wanted. say: A Royal Good Time at Court N ONE point only the Kaiser steadfasti refused to yield to her pleading. He never would grant permission to his sons to dance the one-step. “Neither will I allow my own ballroom turned into a bear garden; nor will I permit royal princes to make monkeys of themselves els¢ where,” was his imperial ultimatum. At the Court the season, one-steps, tangoes and the maxix« strictly forbidden; and even reversing in the old-fashioned waltz was not allowed. How tedious these official entertainments could be no balls, given several times in were one accustomed to society events arranged for amusement would believe! In the first place, they were the most extraordinary mix ture of magnificence and simplicity The Emperor and Empress, both very bored and concealing it badly, sat stiffly on a the opened the festivities with a state quadrille Officers of the smart imaginable dais, while younger prince This ove r, general dancing began regiments and young ladies whose fathers were in the Almanach de Gotha, or sufficiently rich to do without birth, whirled round and round while the music played at a terrific pace There were no dance cards and no gentleman might engage a partner for an entire waltz. What were known as “turns"’—and they were turns in both senses—were th rule—that is, before convention required that the young lady be stopped, near a chaperon, until a fresh partner clicked his heels in front of her and began revolving her giddily When the time came to go home many of the elegant young officers retired to the dressing room, changed into old boots, and prepared to walk back to their barrack unless some kindly chaperon, who rose to the dignity of a carriage, offered them a lift. Fortune’s favorites among the young bachelors of Berlin society were those who could a couple might go twice round the room mice more boast of a “season lift’’ with Mrs. Postmaster-General! or Mrs. Assistant-Judge So-and-So. A large number of lieutenants or junior captains in crack corps—men who received the equivalent of thirty-five or forty dollars a month— made their dinners off rolls and cocoa in order to buy new uniforms in which to appear at Court. Yet even this rigid economy left them just enough to tip the cloak- room attendant who took charge of their old shoes The Kaiser was frequently blamed for running h unfortunate regiments into hopeless debt by his habit of honoring their messes with his presence for dinner. Of course he said loudly beforehand that he desired to partake of potluck, and that no special entertainment must be provided for him. Still, I think he Continued on Page 25) would have bee n

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST IS full name was Obadiah Ezekiel Middleton, but everybody called him Obadiah E. He was about fifty-five years old, beaky of nose, as a Yankee should be, and bald, like Julius Cesar. He was also the ruler of Deckerville— not by the power of his sword but by the sharpness of his tongue and the extraordinary activity of his mind. Wherefore, when he cleared his throat all Deckerville knew it; and when he raised his voice in eloquence the penetrating shrillness of his tones could almost be heard at Ekonk and Shetucket. From anybody else such a pitch of conversation might have been con- sidered noisy, but Obadiah E. was a privileged character, being justice of the peace, station agent, deputy fire warden, village oracle and “correspondent of some twenty different papers and associations, including four New York papers, two in Boston and the Associated Press."’ But an item in the metropolitan journals was a chef-d’eurre, to be served only on special occasions and then garnished with repression, Obadiah E. liked better to see himself in the less con- ventional columns of the country papers, in which he cooked up such continual feasts of news, spiced with so much sauce and pepper, that his name and fame burst the confines of Deckerville and spread in haughty glory throughout our part of New England. So now perhaps you can better imagine him sitting at the window of the Deckerville depot on the evening when our story opens. In his shrewd blue eyes sparkled creative fire as he wrote his weekly Deckerville Doings for the Washington County Journal: Ahem! We told you so! “You Can't Ge On Bossing Me" Ten snows this winter, all foretold in these columns, and a record-breaking gully-buster of a rain on Lincoln's Birthday. Result? The Deckerville Dam is due to break any minute li we only had a little more rain we would wish ourselves back in the Ark once again. Eph. Bradford was a visitor here Thursday and Zeb. Davis dropped in to-day. With grain so high they aren’t going to farm any this year, but expect to pass a profitable summer trading horses with each other. There was a little dog under the wagon. The Deckerville mill tenements were all vacated yester- day and the furniture moved out. To-night Deckerville is practically deserted for the first time in over a century. As soon as the dam breaks, there'll be a fleet of house boats en route for the Atlantic Ocean and all points east That reminds us infecting? Answer: Bull’s-eye. When does a farm vehicle need dis- When it’s a little buggy. Ting! At this point, as though exhausted by the strain of com- position, Obadiah E. threw down his pen and turned to look through the window at the village below—for all the George Weston ILLUSTRATED BY THORNTON D. SKIDMORE world like a brisk, wise bird looking out of his cage. At the end of the village was the Deckerville Mill, built of stone in 1817, and on each side of the road was a row of old-fashioned tenements, white-painted, with green shutters and large square chimneys. On the far side of the road was Deep Pond, which received the water from Deckerville Dam. This pond was already so high that the cellars of the houses were flooded, and it needed only a glance to confirm the prediction that when the dam broke the houses would be washed away. Obadiah’s eyes turned to the old Decker mansion, which stood on high ground on the other side of the dam, opposite the station. For thirty years it had been untenanted, its shutters nailed fast to the win- dow sills, squirrels and wasps making their nests in the attic. The last Squire Decker had died in 'eighty- five, and his son had preferred to live in Boston, where he directed the affairs of the banking house of Decker, Coplay & Co. “Yes, sir!”” mused Obadiah E., excitedly rattling the keys in his pocket. ‘‘Those tenements will go, as sure as shooting, and so will the bridge. Yes, sir, and the story ought to be worth a good column in every paper I’ve got. Zowie, but I'll play it up till it’s worse than the Johnstown Flood! Hope the old dam’ll bust before ten o’clock, though, so I can wire the story into all the dailies.” Arranged on his desk near the telegraph instruments were half adozen neat piles of copy, the first one beginning: “Deckerville, Connecticut, was suddenly wiped off the map of the United States to-night by one of the most terrifying floods ever seen in New England ——”’ “Some doings! Some doings!” exclaimed Obadiah E., hurrying outside. ‘And here comes number twenty-six, half an hour late!” With a quick, birdlike turn of his head he looked up to the window over the ticket office where, for many years before her death, his mother had sat and watched the trains go by. “‘Here comes number twenty-six, mother!” he cheerily cried. And, first making sure that no one could hear him, he changed his voice to a deeper, rounder note and answered himself: “I’m watching it, Obadiah Ezekiel. It’s a little late to-night.” 7 HE train stopped for a moment at the Deckerville station and picked up its load again with a querulous spin of its drivers. A single passenger had dropped from the step of the smoker and was walking toward the dam. Obadiah hurried after him. “What's the hurry, Jimmy? expect you back so soon.” Jimmy Powers was the superintendent of the Decker- ville Mill and had been to Boston to see Mr. Decker about the failing dam. “Nothing else to do but come back,”’ replied the super- intendent in a howling grumble, with difficulty raising his plaint over the roar of the water. “Old Man Decker going to have things fixed right away, I suppose?” The superintendent turned and spat with great disgust. “No, he’s not!” he replied in another howling grumble. “Says if she busts she can stay bust. Says the property here costs more than it’s worth anyhow—always out of repair, he says, and wants something doing. So before he’ll build another dam and set of buildings, he says he’ll move the looms to the new mill at Wellfield and let Decker- ville go hang. Says the help can move to Wellfield, too, and better for everybody all the way round.” No one had ever accused Obadiah E. of being dull- witted, and he needed only one flash of thought to show him what this action would mean to Deckerville. ““Why, the old fool’s crazy!” he shouted. “Crazy as a bug! Why doesn’t he come down here and blow the village up with dynamite and be done with it? You understand me. Why, if the mill shuts down for good ——” “That's what I told him—if the mill shuts down for good the railway station shuts down for good, too, and that’s the end of Deckerville ——” Obadiah E. said nothing— which alone showed how hard he had been hit; but to himself he was thinking, “It'll come pretty near being the end of me too.” For the rail- way paid him forty dollars a month, while his newspaper ” he shouted. ‘“‘Didn’t August 7,/19!5 “They're a Couple of Funny-Looking Burgiars"* contributions averaged him less than ten. And although the latter brought him fame and honor beyond compare a man has to have board and lodgings, too, especially when he is turning fifty-five and blessed with a Johnsonian appetite. “By Jovey,” he muttered after the superintendent had vanished up the track toward his house on the hill beyond, “I’ve simply got to save that dam somehow! I'll get the lantern and go take another look.” While turning up the wick his eyes fell upon those sev- eral piles of manuscript on his desk. “‘A catastrophe unequaled in the annals of Eastern Connecticut of “‘Confound it!” he muttered, making a terrible face at the lantern. “It’s a catastrophe unequaled in the annals of Obadiah Ezekiel Middleton too. That is,”” he added thoughtfully, ‘‘next to those dratted birds.” mi HE Deckerville Dam had been built between two closely lying hills of granite, but instead of being curved back to present an arch against the pressure of water the masonry had been built on a straight line. This wall had now bent out at a perilous bulge, and though the stones still held together, every moment threatened to tumble them into the flood below. “If she’d only stop rising,”” thought Obadiah E., “‘the dam might hold together till next summer. It wouldn’t be much of a job to straighten it then and fix it up with concrete, but if she goes to pieces now and takes the houses with her Good-night, Obey, your fat is in the fire all right!” He hurried over to the floodgate that was wide open in order to relieve the dam of the last possible gallon of water. “*Mebbe I can raise it another notch,” he thought. But though he bent all his strength on the end of the lever the gate refused to rise. “‘Up to the top now,” he thought, and, looking at the marks which he had made on the woodwork that noon, he added: “*‘ Keeps on rising too.” Straightening his back he looked down at the empty village below. “She'll take the old stable first,”” he thought, ‘‘and then she'll take the wooden bridge across the road and sling it into the lower pond, thirty foot deep. And then Hello!” he interrupted himself. ‘‘ Whose machine's that?” A limousine was picking its way through the village below. “‘Prob’ly some state officials come to look at the dam. Yep, stopping right on that bridge. Guess I'd better go down and chase *em off before they’re swept off. Guess the dam’s safe for a few hours yet, but they might as well go up the road a piece.” He returned to the station to lock the door, and then began stepping gingerly down toward the road, keeping his ears most exquisitely tuned to the note of the water above. “One funny sound,” he thought, “and back to the track for me!” The water, however, continued its deep, sustained roar, and he drew near the waiting car. “Hey, you!” he shouted in the irritable tones of author- ity. “Want to drown? Get up on the high land while you can!” The car remained silent, and a minute later, when Obadiah E. put his head in the door, he found the seats empty. Turning quickly round, he saw a glimmer of light streaming through one of the broken shutters of the old Decker mansion. “Thieves!” he muttered to himself. ‘“‘ They think, with all the houses empty, they can do as they please.” And seeing

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—— en the fat items of news in this he rubbed his hands together, rejoicing. this week! “Zowie, what a lot of space I’m going to have iv HE mind of Obadiah E., running at high gear, leaped to engage with this new problem. If he went away for help, the burglars might escape meanwhile in the waiting car. Plainly that wouldn’t do. But if he advanced against them single-handed, armed with only a railway lantern and a just cause, what chance would he have against a body of armed and desperate men? “I'd like to make the capture single-handed,” he thought, “and get a good story out of it. But drat it!—no matter what happens I can make a good story out of it, as long as I don’t get hurt. But if I stopped a bullet or two it wouldn’t make any difference to me whether somebody else made a good story out of it or not.” In his desk at the depot was an old army pistol almost as large as a modern howitzer. With this venerable property he was wont to impress the small boys of Deckerville and to fire salutes on the Fourth. “Tf I had Long Tom I'd feel safer,”’ he thought, “but drat it all!—just as soon as I leave this automobile they may come out and skip.” He walked round the car, studying it intently, his mind at work upon another angle of the problem. ““S’pose I put this car out of business,”’ he thought; “then I'd have their wings clipped certain. They could push it off the bridge by hand, but they couldn’t get it far up the hill. Mm-m. I guess this round tank at the back holds the gasoline. I'll soon find out.” He unscrewed the inlet cap and lowered his nose to the open- I thought so. And now there ought to be some way of draining this stuff from the bottom of the tank. Else how could they clean it out if they wanted to?” His hand, groping underneath the tank, felt the winged nut that constituted the drain plug. This he turned, not wisely but too well, and presently the plug slipped between his fingers, fell on the bridge and bounced through the rails into the water below. The descent of the plug was followed by a cascade of gasoline, which gurgled down and was lost between the planks on the bridge. “T’ll run up to the deppo now,” he thought, “‘and put a light in the win- dow. It won’t be long before they come to see where they can get some gasoline! Then I'll send ’em to Paxson and, while they’re gone, I'll get Jimmy Powers and one or two others, and we'll capture the whole lot.” Already he was gloating over the snappy items that would appear in next week’s Deckerville Doings and over the glorious efforts that would bedispatched to the metropolitan journals. He was phrasing his opening paragraph when he caught a strange glint of color through that broken shutter of the old Decker mansion. “That’s funny,” phrases suddenly forgotten. have a look at that.” Hiding the lantern under his coat he hurried up the sloping lawn and peeped through the slat. Inside the room was a young man with his back to the win- dow, talking angrily, and opposite this wrathful lord of creation stood a young woman. In her arms was an old silk dress of silver and blue, the color and style of a by gone generation. And in her eyes were the flash of pride—and the tears of mortification. Let’s see. ing. “Gasoline he thought, his “TI must of “MMHEY’RE acouple of funny-looking burgiars,” thought Obadiah E., and the curling of his beaky nose reg- istered a definite sense of disappoint- ment. Though he himself would have been the first to deny it, his dominant chords were those of melodrama, of ro- mance, of a childlike faith in the won- derful. Wherefore, when he advanced to the window he had thought to ex- perience pleasant but fearful thrills; had hoped—though vaguely—to find a squad of crouching men, masked, whis- pering “Hist!” perhaps, poking guns into dark corners of the room. But this young couple! “‘ Must be amateurs,” he grumbled, “‘and she’s crying because he won't let her take the dress.” In this superior frame of mind he leaned his arms on the window sill and, resting his chin on the backs of his hands, kept his eye tight against the broken slat. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST “Tf there’s anything to see I’m here to see it,”” he com fortably assured himself. “Now then, What's that you're saying to her?” “And I tell you right now,” the young man was saying to the girl, “you can’t go on bossing me round, the way you've started out to do. You want to get that straight!” ““Bossing you round, Willis?” ‘What do you mean?” “Just what I say Ever since we left home you’ been acting wrong. Won't sit on the seat with me. Can't touch you. And instead of beating it down to Jersey and putting in our twenty-four hours’ residence, you make m« come up here. Oh, sure! young fellow said the girl. You have to run up here and stand a chance of spoiling everything, and just for what? Just for the sake of a tac ky old dress!” The girl turned her back and began folding the dress together. “And you might as well know it now as later, Fanny,” said the young man, hesitating a little at her name, “we've got to have some money and we've got to have it soon. I’ve only two dollars myself, and if the car breaks down, or anything like that, we're stranded. So the sooner we get down to Jersey and put in our residence, the better. I've got a tire that needs a little pumping, so come on out as soon as you're ready, and we'll break the record from here to Hoboken. Hurry up now!” “That’s a funny mix-up,” thought Obadiah E., dodging back from the window. ‘What do they want twenty-four hours’ residence in Jersey for—these two amateur crooks? Heh! And how does he propose to get that money he needs? Oh, well,” he thought as he made his cautious way back to the depot, “‘he’ll be up here soon enough and then I'll get a chance to pump him. I'll put this lantern in the window and——— Heh! Found it out already, has he? Quite a clever young man. badly either.” He opened an old freight-classification book and began jotting down a long column of figures. One of his fingers was pressed hard against his forehead, as though pushing the button of thought, and so engrossed was he that he didn’t notice the scowling young visitor who slammed Doesn't swear so he demanded ‘Depends unmoved. “How far do you “Oh, about past ten too,” lessness ‘Ah-ha!” t how mucl ndred and fifty. said ought Obadiah ‘ e and approacne et etl w I ‘ ota rng sudae ther er rise he ‘ irom ! higuring, but s reserved ate the pressure f } finger on his to ad “Well young ar ne evere | for you?” vi H®* WAS a dark, fierce OF X g man W red lips a ‘ DiacK mustache and ‘ i oe with half an ey lat anybody wi ked to read By might very well like to read a page of this dark ‘ iOOKINgE young mar “Where's the nearest place I car get some gasoline you want,” said Ol want to go to-night? Got to be there at the young man with a proud care “Likes to brag Takes you city fellows to make the dust fly,” he said ak “Used to be a young fellow who came through here who thought nothing of running from Boston to New York one day. course, he was ‘In one day! W hy, say, we afternoon!" “From Gasoline ’ scoffed the young man didn’t Boston,” *twas, from the Massachusetts license gasoline Let mesee. Bu f an extra good driver.” “A good driver leave Boston till two o'clock th thought Obadiah E. “I calculated Soon as he’s gone I'll get the number of his car and telegraph Boston head quarters I up to the drive You take a profession Of course,”’ he said aloud, “this young fellow ~ak about had a good car ay, that’s hardly got a thing to do with it—see? It's , put him in most any old car and he'd beat most drivers if they had new wonders Say, I drove an old machine once an knock fifty-five out of it regular. used to And say, one of the fast est cars I ever drove was a taxi, and there wasn't a bike coy round Boston that could catch me when that old boat wa feeling good “So, Putting Everything Together, I Guess I'll Have to Hold You Both"’ Where did you say I could get some gasoline “Ha!” thought the other. “A chauf feur! Gasoline?” he ‘Paxson! Two miles uy Seeing it’s you, I'll lend you a lanter: He pressed -the young man and hustled him off, eager to interview the girl and lay the further foundation for his story lantern upon the soon the Jog ging lantern had jogged out of round the curve that led to Paxso Obadiah E. old Decker mansion when, through the gloom, he caught sight of the girl clim! ing into the car on the bridge below He followed down the hill and, rasping his throat with the ring of authority, h« sight ‘> was hurrying across to the smartly rapped on the glass. The girl face appeared at the door, and he mad a truly majestic gesture with his thuml “What do you want?” she asked “Justice of the peace,"” announced Obadiah E. in a tone that matched his gesture. “1 want you!” vir OR a fraction of evidently considered shouti: escort, but in the same fraction of time it was equally evident that she realize a second the gir! the roaring of the water over the dar would drown her loudest cries, even if her escort hadn't gone for gasoline instead of shouting she studied the ex alted face of Obadiah E.., having a moment that was near grandeur ‘You are justice you say?” she asked “So nominated and elected, mada who wa of the peace he So nominated and elected by the zens of Deckervill “Then, let me see, Judge, you is ‘You have guessed it, madam. You have guessed it the first with a capital and ends with a flouris) W hereupor , although the title of idge secretly pleased him, he gave her an i: dulgent glance, as an old tomcat might look at a young mouse when he wished to say: “You can’t play any of those tricks on me time of life! Sut, all the Obadiah E. pre ently turned his head away and cleared Miss Mouse \ not at my same, his throat with a crescendo that ordina rily would have made the welkin ring,

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10 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST hecause the more he looked at the girl in the car the more impossible he found it to reconcile her with any of the favor- ite theories of criminology. If she had fulfilled the first canon of popular crime by being beautiful, he would have blessed the day and have fancied himself a second St. Anthony teeling his heart against terrible temptation. Or if she had been rouged or beauty-patched or smoking a cigarette oh, if she only had !— he would have gloried in his heart and told himself that she was Queen of the Auto Dips. But the girl in the car was so transparently, so disappointingly innocent, so young and plain—with the exception of a pair that the local correspondent felt himself in the position of a St. George who thought he was putting his foot on the neck of a dragon and found instead that he was stepping on a baby lamb. ““You want me?” she asked in a frightened voice. “Personally, madam, no. But Law and Order wants you. And Law and Order has duly chosen me for its nstrument in these parts.” “But—what do you want me for?” “ Breaking,” he eried, checking the items on his fingers and trying to convince himself by the loudness of his voice, “and entering, and conspiring, and burgling!”’ ‘Burgling?” gasped the girl. “‘Burg—burg—burgling what?” “One silk dress, madam, from the old Decker mansion, and other {tems at present to this proponent unknown. I see you've got the dress wrapped up on the seat beside you. All right; you can bring it along.” And with another highly judicial gesture with his thumb he opened the door of the car. “But this dress was given to me a long time ago,” said the girl. “‘So how could I steal it?” “Who gave it to you?” “Mrs. Decker. Old Mrs. Decker.” In one of his flashes of intuition, then, Obadiah FE. remembered where before he had seen wistful eyes like this gir! had, and they suddenly reminded him of a debt he had never paid. “You favor your grandma,” he simply said. The girl looked at him, her chin gradually rising as though she were about to sneeze, but just as he expected “Achew!"” she buried her nose in her handkerchief and gave a sob instead. At the sound of her grief all his per- ceptions sharpened—as a man’s will often do in the pres- of feminine tears~—and in the same second that he guessed the girl’s secret he thought he heard the roaring water attune itself to a louder, more ominous note. ‘The dam’s going to break!” he shouted. “‘Come up the hill!” of wistful eyes cnce wie 7 E HALF helped her, half pulled her out of the car, and as they scrambled toward the higher ground and Obadiah E. perceived that his fears of immediate disaster were happily unfounded, he slowed down a little. “It’s all right,”” he gasped, “‘but I thought I heard it coming. You'll be safer up at the deppo anyhow.” Glancing at the gloom-enshrouded figure by his side his imagination saw the headlines of a newer, snappier story than any he had imagined. “‘Why,”’ he laughed in his wicked old heart, “‘what with the flood, and this, too, I'll have the whole front page in the morning!’ And away down in his consciousness he felt the alert joy of a terrier shaking a cellarful of rats. “‘They had their fun with me about those dratted birds,” he grimly told himself, “and now I'll crack a few heads on my own account. All the same,” he uneasily added as memory stirred within him and reminded him of that debt he had never paid, “I wish it was anybody else but her.” He led the girl into the depot, behind the parti- tion that divided the ticket office from the waiting room. But fora time she wouldn’t sit down. “When will my friend be back?” she asked at last. “Oh, about half an hour.” And to himself he thought: “Anyhow I must get her story, and when he comes back I must get his story. Then I'll see what I can do. Mm-m——”’ The girl had seated herself at last and, half turning, was looking out of the window at the old Decker mansion. Oba- diah Ezekiel, watching her, sucked in the corners of hismouth. “First I'll frighten her,” hethought, “and then I'll gain her sympathy. She ought to talk after that.” Working noiselessly, surreptitiously, he drew his notary’s seal from a drawer and placed it on the desk in a command- ing position. This done he opened the freight- classification book, dipped a pen in the ink and pressed his finger against the button of thought. Then, and not until then, he cleared his throat with characteristic energy. “‘Come to look at you again, madam,” he said, “‘I think I am mistaken.” In his voice was a note of menace which caused the gir! to turn quickly from the window. “Mistaken?” she said, looking at him over her hand- kerchief. ‘‘How do you mean?” ‘Mistaken, madam, in the very important question of identity.”” Frowning, he readjusted the position of his notary’s seal and made a note in the classification book. “A minute ago I thought I saw in you a resemblance to the late Mrs. Decker. But just now, as you sat there in that chair, you looked to me more like old Myra Charleson, whom I committed to the town farm last month. Now you cannot be related to them both—such, madam, being con- trary to the laws of Nature—so for the same reason you may be related to neither. Wherefore—I say wherefore everything considered, I guess I’ll have the painful duty of holding you for further inspection. And holding him, too, when he gets back with the gasoline.” “But I tell you I am Miss Decker!” said the girl, indignantly tapping her foot. “Wait! I'll show you my cards. And my father’s initials are on the car down there.” “Yes, yes. But, don’t you see, you may have stolen the car and the cards, just the same as you may have stolen the dress.” “But, I tell you, you’ve got no right to doubt what I say - Tigger te” oe Ae ete ee _ ~" — “That Tatk Doesn't Scare Me Any. Pinched She's Pinched Too" August 7, 1915 “Madam, justice doubts everything! Jus- tice is famous for that!” “But I tell you again that’s our car, and here’s my cardcase, and here’s the key of the house! So! And I've talked to you quite long enough! Good evening!” She arose, her back stiffened as though it had been gauged against a straightedge, and the tip of her nose seemed to be taking asight at the evening star. ““One moment!” he cried, rapping the des! “There’s one other point you haven't cleared up yet, and until you do clear it up you cannot leave this village! If you are Miss Decker, as you say you are, why did you let that chauffeur speak to you as if he were th boss?”’ “T never did!” “You did too! When you were both in t} house—I heard you—and he made you cry. Now if you're the rich Miss Decker, as you say you are, what did he mean when he said he only had two dollars to put things through?” She lowered her nose a or two at that, and the line of her back unconsciously changed from the I of Independence to the C of Confusion. “So, putting everything together,” he summed up, watching her with his bright, birdlike eyes, “I guess I’ll have to hold you both and telegraph Mr. Decker to take the first train from Boston. Then if you are Miss Decker, as you say you are, of course your father will identify you at once.” “Oh, but you mustn’t do that!" gasped the girl. ““Mustn’t do what?” “Telegraph father!” “Why not?” }ecause— because—don’t you Because we're eloping! I came down here for grandma’s wedding dress!” “‘Mm-m,” purred Obadiah E., like that clever old tom- eat aforesaid. And in the dispassionate voice of authority he commanded her, “‘Start at the beginning, then, and tell me the whole story.” peg if i'm “B see? Ix ERHAPS she realized how completely she was in the power of this sharp-eyed, sharp-tongued old Yankee, or perhaps she was trying to convince herself as well as him, or perhaps she merely felt a juvenile desire for sympathy and understanding. In any event she looked at Obadiah E. with a long, wistful look and, seating herself, asked him: “Do you know my father?” “T’ve seen Mr. Decker a number of times—yes.” “Well, then, you know he’s a very powerful man. And he has such terribiy big affairs on his mind that sometime he’s—he’s moody and funny days and never says a word me when I speak to him—or frowns # “T know him! I’ve spoken to him!’ “‘And he doesn’t want me to meet people—especially young gentlemen. He acts awfully about that. There was a young doctor once, and he wouldn’t let me—— He thinks they’re all—you know—fortune hunters a “‘Like the chauffeur.” “You mean Willis? Indeed, no! and sometimes he goes for just looks as if he hadn’t heard Oh, Willis isn’t a fortune hunter. And he isn’t a chauffeur, either, except Continued on Page 32) maid He Started Down the Track With All the Earmarks of a Man Who Has Only Half a Minute to Put a Continent Behind Him

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HEN I came out on the veranda of the clubhouse the Hendersons, pained and apologetic, were moving away from the first tee in company with a young man who, as a golfer, was the best-dressed I hadeverseen. As a dresser he could have given Harry Vardon a very considerable handi- cap; and James Braid would have taken one look at his knicker- bockers and defaulted. He wore absolutely par clothes; but while we watched, fascinated, he hauled back his club for the third time, hung desperately at the top of the swing, and tore another blanket from the harrowed turf. The Hen- dersons both shook their heads, so that we knew they were saying: “Oh—too bad!” Ordinarily I sympathize with a duffer at Kenilworth, or anywhere else; but a duffer who presents himself in full regalia, tailored to measure, waives his right to im- munity. He puts himself ona plane with the man who wears silks to his first riding lesson; so that when this expertly dressed young stranger sent off a screaming brassy of sixty feet, professionally true to the line, I could not sympathize with him at all. And presently, when he hooked an iron shot three hundred and sixty degrees to the south, carrying the pond hazard ior a different hole and nearly braining his caddie, I laughed. There are times when the misfortunes of those about us contain an element not altogether displeasing; and this was one of those times. I should have liked to follow that stranger round for the fun of it. At the end of the veranda half a dozen members were thinking golf and trying to listen to McKinney, who was talking Chile copper. “Did you see him drive off?"’ asked Garfield, indicating the Hendersons’ guest in the act of slicing his fourth attempt out of bounds from the second tee. “He looked over the fairway and wanted to know what the course record is; and then he said: ‘Pretty high, isn’t it?’—and made two perfectly clean misses before he touched the ball at all!” “And seven years ago,” continued McKinney, who was in the Street and a very good soothsayer after the fact, “we could have bought the whole property for three hun- dred and fifty thousand! An English syndicate had it seventy thousand pounds was the price. Well, we talked to a few people; but you know what it was to peddle mining properties in 1907. It couldn't be done! And when the panic blew over the regular copper crowd had control the mine’s capitalized at ninety-five millions—and Payson has a twentieth interest, so they say. You can figure it out for yourselves!” “‘Who’s that with the Hendersons?” I inquired of Dorothea Stevenson on the railing. “T don’t know,” she said; “but I’m awfully sorry for him. I know what it’s like to flub a drive in front of the clubhouse!” I caught her father’s eye across the veranda. “*Who’s the man with the hoe?” “Why, Payson!” he called—‘‘ George Payson, the cop- per man—the fellow we’re talking about. He's staying a week-end with the Hendersons.” “Payson!” exclaimed Garfield, sitting upright. “Is that —— Oh, well! That explains it. They can’t have many good courses in Chile. He’s out of practice; but when he gets that full, free action he’s trying for ——”’ “Chile!” ejaculated McKinney in disgust. “‘ He doesn’t come from Chile—he comes from Duluth. I thought you were listening. I said, for a boy millionaire, he looks mod- est and democratic enough—doesn’t he?” ““What’s he ever done to be modest about?” commented Dorothea’s father. “‘And you can’t call it particularly democratic of him to associate with people who think they are becoming aristocratic by associating with him, now can you?” Garfield, who played eighty golf--yesterday—took issue. ““When,” said Stevenson patiently, “did you ever hear of a boy millionaire using a dollar, or a foot pound of energy, for any useful purpose? The best legacy a father THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ORN IN THEM By HOLWORTHY HALL TLLUSTRATEDO Br witt “If I'd Used My Own Name Nobody Would Have Believed Anything I Did" can leave his son is a good conscience and about twenty- five thousand dollars’ worth of debts. And I can’t believe that if he buys here ” “Buys here!”’ said Garfield. ‘You don’t mean he’s looking at land!” “*McKinney’ll tell you about that—I was saying that if he buys here it won’t help the community to any extent. These ideas of publicity are all right in their place.” “The boy millionaire seems to be about as popular with your father as two strange bulldogs,” I remarked to Doro- thea. “Is he afraid you'll elope with him?” Dorothea laughed. “If I ever did care enough about a man to elope with him,” she said, “‘and he happened to have money, I cer- tainly wouldn’t turn him down on that account! Of course it isn’t exactly a qualification; but this boy must be rather nice, or the Hendersons wouldn’t have him out for a week-end.” ““When you meet him,” I told her, “‘ you'll very likely be disillusioned.” Dorothea did not smile. ““Now I am sorry for him!”’ she said. “It isn’t his fault that he was lucky—and if this is a fair sample of the way he’s talked about I don’t wonder he isn’t normal. How could he be normal? People are either cynical, like you, or else they’re worse--I mean they’re trying to figure out where the Hendersons get off. Why, I should think it would be the hardest thing in the world for a man like that to make friends! Nobody's square with him.” She low- ered her voice. “‘Why, didn’t you notice how they're beginning to find excuses for his golf already?” “That’s nothing but a pose. Garfield was jollying McKinney.” “I know; but it’s a beautiful illustration— Mr. Garfield on one side and you on the other—and you're the types he meets every time he turns a corner.” “T’ll appoint you a committee of one,” I announced, “for the amelioration of the condition of immature million- aires. Go ahead and reform him—or us. I don’t want to flatter you; but if you'll agree to tell me precisely what you think of Payson after you’ve met him— and if you'll play fair—I’ll put a box of black circles against the nicest thing you can imagine that you'll think just as Ido. Any man who wears a suit like that when he needs fourteen for the first hole would wear diamond shirt studs to a dinner dance!” “T think you're perfectly horrid!” said Dorothea. “ And you ought to pay for it.” So she gave me her hand on the wager—which was one of the nicest things I could imagine. It was two days before I saw him again. This time he was alone at a table in the grill, drinking a horse’s neck and GREFE auditing a score card. There were perhaps twenty others in the grill but Payson sat as much shut off from the rest as though quaran- tined. About him was the sort of zone of quiet that belongs to a hos- pital street. He was an oasis of loneliness in a desert of hilarity; and if I could think of any other metaphors I should put them down, for Payson deserved them all. He was, by appearance, lonely to the limit of one hundred per cent, net One of the most difficult feats of diplomacy is to begin to be decent to a stranger who may not recipro- cate. Nearly every club has an unwritten rule that the roof is an introduction; but in average inter- course the plan is rarely successful Nevertheless, I took a chance “How are you hitting ‘em?” I ventured, ready to linger or to speed, as the answer might be “Rotten!” said Payson, smiling up quickly. “Good old G. A. R. game—out in '61 and back in "65." That was sufficient. | intro- duced myself, and had a surprise when he introduced himself. It was not perverted modesty; he was pal- pably ingenuous. So I sat down and experienced a mental shock every time he opened his mouth. Instead of a blasé Occi dental, he was one of the most high!y juvenile characters who ever et joyed the privileges of the Kenil worth Country Club on an adult's guest ticket. He was far prouder of his five on the shortest hole than of his five on the roster of American millions; he was wide-eyed in admiration of the champion I pointed out to him in a corner; and he seemed inconceivably delighted to be talking to somebody. Within the quarter hour he suggested that we lunch to gether. Previously, however, I telephoned out to the professional to have a box of black circles put in Miss Stevenson's locker and charged to me. She had not met him yet; but that didn’t matter. Payson and I played round that afternoon in a few strokes less than four hours—a record due partly to our form and partly to collateral circumstances. We had mutual friends in Duluth; both of us had seen the Yosem- ite, Lookout Mountain and Ausable Chasm; we differed on the correct method of playing out of sand, and on the derivation of the word “ jitney."’ No auspices could be more promising. We parted with regret; and in the locker room I found the Old Guard lying in wait for me with the usual brand of humor. They alleged that I had been trying to sell Payson my ten acres on the ridge or to persuade him to give me a tip on the market; and some of them thought it funny to offer to caddie for us free, for the sake of the mar- ket information. The humor did not annoy me, for I liked Payson. He was thoroughly human. He paid for my lunch, but he let me buy the cigars; and it was his own suggestion that we play for a ball Nassau. I won out. So, naturally, | was willing to allow the heathen to rage and the people to imagine a vain thing Membership in Class C of the Kenilworth golfers has certain advantages. For instance, the majority of really lovable individuals play Class C golf. Consider, and decide whether it is not a fact. Unless my own handicap had been in the neighborhood of thirty I could not have endured Payson’s game; and so I should not have pierced the weakest point in his armor of reticence. He had never known many people, but he was funda- mentally incapable of the initiative; he could not make the first advances. Because I played round with him and minded my own business, he thawed with startling rapidity. Though I still. regarded him as a good acquaintance, he seemed to catalogue me among his friends; after he ended his visit to the Hendersons he came over to the Inn, where I was stopping, and engaged a room on the same floor In the evenings, when there was nothing more exciting for our attention, we sat in negligee and smoked, and got under each other's skin in the shortest possible space of time. He did not seem eager to enlarge his circle; he was quite contented to play golf while the light continued, and to smoke and talk afterward. I ventured to hope that he was not bored with Kenil- worth; and he said that nowhere had he been bored less,

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12 He expected to buy land and eventually to build; he pre- ferred Kenilworth to any community he knew. “IT own the best land in the county,” I said; unfortunately I can’t sell it to you.” “Why not?” “It’s against my principles. I’m always willing to be a friend to my friends—but I won't be a real-estate agent to anybody I like. It doesn’t pay.” “Friends are an expensive luxury,” he said. “I’ve found it so and I dare say you have—in business, I mean. I hap- pen to be the Jargest stockholder in a certain railroad in the Middle West. The president was a friend of my father’s. A few months ago the stock declined pretty sharply; and this president came to ask me, as a personal favor, not to unload, because of the effect on the market. I thought the stuff would recover, so I promised him. That friendship cost a lot of money.” “That must be the Straits,” I said incautiously. He astonished me by not taking offense. “From ninety-seven to fifty in eight months sinking.” “But, my dear fellow —— “This copper deal was another one. You've read about that, I suppose—it’s practically true. It was our friends who double-crossed us—it was strangers who came through and helped us out. One day we had what we thought was some wildcat paper, and the next we had a fortune—but meantime every friend we had refused to lend us money to get that paper out of hypothecation, and every one of them had offered to take up our note direct—the news of the Chile strike wasn’t entirely out yet and they thought they could get in underneath. But I still believe in friendship. Pretty nearly all the money I have is in the ventures of different friends—industrials, private corporations, and what not.” “ At any rate, the industrials are what pay the dividends, aren’t they?” **My net isn’t even two per cent,”’ said Payson; “but I like to feel that I’m helping somebody. If I were getting six or seven per cent I shouldn’t know what to do with it. I don’t want it. I’m satisfied to help build up some enter- prise; and then, when my money isn’t needed any longer, I'll help another one. I didn’t work for my money—I didn’t risk anything to get it. I’m holding it in a sort of escrow; as nearly as I can reason it, my mission is to find out who does need it, and then sign a check. I’m alone in the world—I haven't an establishment to keep up. A man can't wear more than one suit of clothes at a time or eat more than one meal at a time. And why live in a house as hig as a hotel when I can live in a hotel that’s almost as comfortable as a house?” “Yet you speak of building —— “Yes; but only a bungalow.” “On ten or twelve acres?” “If lever did marry,” he said, ‘I could tear down the bungalow and put up the hotel. Women like that sort of place. I be- lieve in giving a wife what she wants.” “One usually does,”’ I said; ‘but not always from conviction.” “It may be be- cause I haven’t known many women,” he con- ceded; “but I feel very deeply that they’re generally entitled to whatever they can get —or, rather, whatever they want. I don’t think many women get what they want. Probably the great- est pleasure I shall ever have will be to provide a “Hold on there!” said Il. “You'll have to marry & poor one. The others aren't suffering for much. And if you hap- pened to find a good prospect whose par- ticular need was for some spiritual up- lift, | den’t see how you could sign a cheek for that.” “No; but I could go on a still-hunt. I shouldn’t be ham- pered by lack of ma- terial,” “but and still ” . * ) “Then You Don't Want «a Man —You Want a Theory!"’ o THE SATURDAY EVENING POST “T know a girl in this town who should have been born three centuries ago,” I told him—‘“romance, chivalry, knighthood, cut-and-thrust, and rescue the lady from the burning castle! Modern business men strike her as worth a little less than nothing at all. Suppose you liked that girl pretty well—what could you do? Build some lists on the tennis court and challenge Jess Willard to joust with you? Ridiculous! You couldn’t be more medieval than a bill clerk on eighteen dollars a week. And, besides, there aren’t any Saracens in these days and a pilgrimage to the Holy Land is a regular tourist stunt.” “But the clerk couldn’t afford to go out and find his romance, and I can. That’s what I’m saying—I can afford to try anything.” Until he began to know Kenil- worth people, and Dorothea in particular, Payson talked to me at intervals on these and kindred subjects. I never met a man who took his money so casually. His disposition of it was an important problem to him—the most important of all problems; and one which required from him the care and study that some men give to religion or philosophy; and he discussed it with me as though it were a trust fund he were administering rather than a legacy to which he was lawfully entitled. For a month or two I felt like Carnegie, and suddenly one morning I felt like cutting my throat; for Payson had begun to know Kenilworth people—and Dorothea in par- ticular. It was not until we called together at the Stevensons’ that I realized what I had lost. The evening itself was dull—I could talk to her father any time—and on the way back to the Inn I perceived that Payson was merely generalizing when, indeed, he spoke at all. A lack of confidence in one’s fellowmen is one of the signs. I looked for others and found them. The old free intimacy went by the board in a week, and two sources of past happiness ran dry. For young people who are interested in each other our county is idyllic. From the river to the sound, seven cren- elations of highland—seven waves of the land—divide Westchester into valleys of a thousand beauties. For those who ride the footing is excellent and the bypaths many; for those who walk there are square miles of meadow and shade; and for those who motor the smiling-bow boy created Westchester and its winding roads. The uninitiated drive without discrimination from point to point, heedless of wind, weather and the clock; Payson learned that one may ride in the morning and walk after lunch, reserving for the hour of sunset that crossing from the sound to the river, rising to the crest of one flowered ridge for a momentary view to west- ward, dipping swiftly down to the shadows of the intervals, and climb- ing again to the hill beyond—renew- ing seven times the memory of a single sunset. It is not a route to be traversed at forty miles an hour—the motorshould idle on the tangents and the curves; there should be pauses, distinct pauses, at judicious stations; but few words uttered. Itis not a route to be chosen rashly by any girl who har- bors an inclination toward wistful- ness in the afterglow, or by a man with an inherited tendency to loneli- ness; for the futures of many of the youth of Westchester have been mortgaged between Rye and Tarry- ° town to the accompani- ment of a lazy engine. During midsummer it would have been squandered time to search for Dorothea or George Payson be- tween five and seven. Earlier than that, you might find them or the links; later, on the Stevenson lawn. One evening in August I stopped at the house to see how Mr. Stevenson was taking it. The maid declared him out; but Miss Stevenson was by the pergola—I, of course, knew the way to the pergola. The Stevensons’ lawn is a matter of an acre—a strictly “He's August 7, 1915 regulated acre, sep- arated, like Gaul, into three parts: one of whichthe annuals inhabit; another, the flowering shrubs; the third, those which in the language of horti- culturists are called Ailanthus glandu- losus—in ours, the tree of heaven. Under the protec- tion of these trees of heaven is the per- gola; and there, apparently just emerged from it, stood Payson and Dorothea, face to face in the moon- light. Both were very straight and very tense; there was a bit of comedy in their attitude, and a bit of tragedy too—as there inev- itably must be in the romantic drama of youth. Whatever the sit- uation, I knew it was no place for me; so I stepped back- ward to the latticed door through which I had come. The door was spring-locked. And, before I could think of the next thing to do, I heard Payson say: “Then you don’t want a man—you want a theory!” Dorothea, very gently: “If that’s how you understand it!” And Payson: “And if I should prove to you —— Her reply was inaudible, but there was a little rustle and a little gasp of protest; and, though I was looking mighty hard at the lattice, I knew he had kissed her. I have always thought I could not have got out of it much more diplomatically. As soon as I knew the supreme moment had passed I rattled the doorknob, turned and went straight over the lawn toward them. “Why, how are you?” said Payson. “‘ Haven’t seen you in a long time!” He had seen me in the locker room at four o’clock; but that was a trifling detail! “I’m so glad you came over,” said Dorothea. ‘“‘We were just talking about you!” “Just in for a second,” I explained. down to the village.” “If your car’s out there,” said Payson, “you can take me down with you if you will.” I said I would. We made our good nights to Dorothea and went round to the driveway. I crawled under the wheel and Payson jumped in beside me. We rattled down to the village, through it, and four or five miles in the gen- eral direction of Canada before he noticed. All at once he put his hand on my arm. “Where are you going?” “Anywhere,” said J. “I’ve no choice.” “You're a good sco_.!” said he, clearing his throat; and then he looked at me until I had to come to him. I could not get away from those eyes; so I slowed to the legal limit—safety first. ‘‘ You were there, weren’t you? You overheard?” I would have given the car gold to me—to lie about it. “T’m sorry, old man—I was there. The door was locked on the inside is “You don’t have to apologize to me, ought to know that by this time!” We were a couple of miles nearer Canada when he broke the silence. ‘‘ Well, I think I'll go over.” “Over where?” “The other side,”’ he said, jerking his head for guidance. “Do you happen to know anything about transportation?” “Transportation! There isn’t any!” “Don’t be stupid!” He mused for a while, and then burst out abruptly: “I can’t understand it—can you?” The best defense I had for that was a suggestion that there might be something to say on both sides. “No,” he disputed; “‘there isn’t! There’s only one side to it. But what I can’t understand is why I have to start with a handicap. Why am I different from anyone else? What is the difference?” “Five millions, if the papers are right,” I said. “Look here! I may be butting in, and all that sort of thing; but Why, George, you poor fool, if I’m not a friend of yours Neo More an Englishman Than I'm a Senator’’ ” “T’ve got te run which is more precious than he said. “You

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4 I don’t know who is. I brought you out here because if you don’t talk to somebody you're going to bust. I know! And you can take that or leave it. I’m here because I'm here ' He touched me again; afterward I saw black and blue for verification. “You're a good scout!"’ he said. “You see—I told her what I’m doing with the money—the income. As a bene- factor, she says, I’m an accident. She says her father’s gardener has a better title to his money than I have to mine. She discounts the whole thing. She likes people who act! She wants me to do something!” “Personally I thought you were rather busy now.” “Oh, this fad of mine doesn’t signify—I’m talking about something worth while. But what is there todo? I can’t stay here, and I can’t go out and get a job—can 1? I’m not fit for commerce or science—all the glory I'll ever get will be through the damned money. And I’m restless anyway; I might just as well go and fight as loaf round here.”’ “Fight?” said I. “Why not? I want to tell you that a lot of men over there are justifying their existence for the first time— men more or less like me. I’ve got nothing to lose.” “TI don’t think I'd say exactly that!” “But I haven’t! Every day I stay here compromises me just a little bit more. I’m not getting anywhere! And I don’t give much of a hang what happens after I start- either I'll make good or I won't, and it’s all settled. Why prolong the agony? I'll take one chance.” He held out his muscular right arm and regarded it soberly. ‘‘That’s for England,” he said. “She needs all she can get. What else can I do with it? There’s nothing melodramatic about this, old man—you don’t need to be ashamed of me. I’m utterly useless over here—and there have been prece- dents.” He laughed shortly. “‘A couple of centuries ago it was quite fashionable.” “But, look here Pe “Please don’t argue with me—I’m going!” “When?” “As soon as I can get my papers.” “That'll be next spring,” Isaid. “You \ couldn’t get over there ‘ \ now on a bet—and you know it.” “Not on a small : A i fa - bet,” he admitted; [re “but fortunately I can so « \ afford to bet big fig- . => ures. I’m going if I have to buy a boat to take me. Can’t you see the point of it? Can’t you see that never in all our lives will there be another opportu- nity like this? And I f want to do something big— big and different! And just at this mo- ment it strikes me that patriotism ” “Just at this mo- ment,” said I, “ patri- otism consists in being neutral.” “Not for me! My father wasn’t ever naturalized.” “For Pete’s sake! Are you English?” “Never saw the place; but my father came from a town I can’t mention without laughing—even then I can’t pro- nounce it. And I’m tired. I’m tired of everything. I’m not a man; I’m news! So the best thing is to get out and go where I’m needed; where nobody cares whether I’ve got a nickel to my name. I’ve no one dependent on me. I won’t have to read a lot of letters from home and look over a bunch of photographs the night before—and that’s a consideration. They can use me—and I’m going!” At that I said nothing, for there was nothing to say; sol cut out the muffler for an excuse. When it was known that Payson had paid five thousand dollars for an interest in a seagoing yacht to take him to Liverpool a good many citizens of Kenilworth said he was a crack-brained idiot. Others were of the opinion that it was another specimen of Duluth publicity. Still others intimated that Payson ought to net fifty per cent for his money if he took gold to England. No one in Kenilworth, or in the rest of the civilized world within reach of the tele- graph, believed—what was so simple and unaffected that it was a crime to misinterpret it—that Payson was going over simply to reaffirm his manhood. Nevertheless, a fair delegation went down to the dock to see him sail. Dorothea was with me; she bore up wonder- fully. As it came about, I had the last word with Payson. ik ar =A ~~ “Don’t laugh at me, old boy,” he said; “but I've got a hunch I’m not coming back for a long time— maybe not at all. So I just want you to remember, in case I don't see you again, that I’ve had a bully time all summer; and you’re responsible for it. You're the only man I ever knew who really —— Oh, hang it all! Good-by! Take care of yourself!” Going out on the train Dorothea was periodically silent. At Kenilworth we chartered a taxi and ran up to her house. “I wish you'd come in and let me give you some tea,” she said. “T don’t feel much like tea to-day.” “Please!” she begged. I went in and drank three cups of the silly stuff. “Well,” I said, “he’s gone.” “Isn't it funny?” she said thoughtfully. I detected no amusement in her voice. “He's a pretty good chap—an awfully good chap.” “What made him go?” said Dorothea. “What made him? It wasn’t like him to do that.” “On the contrary, it was exactly like him. You can’t know him very well re “I do know him well—and it’s very ill-advised for him to go off that way. It isn’t our quarrel; and he’s no mor an Englishman than I’m a senator—our fathers were, that’s all.” “I suppose he went out of THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 13 “He's pretty nearly an Englishman—and they need every man they can get.” Dorothea’s voice trembled as she said: ‘Are you sure? “* Positive!” “a l could be convinced . “Well, he told me himself; said he wanted to do som thing big for once-—something independent of capital.” “Tt wasn’t because he was unhappy.” “Unhappy? Not a bit of it!” “Just because he thought he ought to go?” “Just because he figured that it was up to him.” “I'll tell you something,” she faltered: “You know they’re saying he went because I refused him. That isn’ true! You say he himself told you that it was from duty I didn’t want him togo; and I d-didn't refuse him either not f-finally. If I thought that was why he went I'd nev forgive myself; but it isn’t true! It can't be! But isn't f-funny that people say what they do? —when they d-don't know anyth.ng about it at all!” “It certainly is a curious world,”’ I said; and I looked into the empty fireplace as I said it, for I saw she was crying It was a month before I heard from Payson. The post- card was dated at London, and bore the information that he was a private in a line regiment and hoped to see the front within six weeks. From duty,” said I—“and because he %, then until May I did felt inadequate here.” oad KY) not have another line, She did not reply for several &i not so much as the seconds. At length she said, as A printed formula those though continuing a narrative: \ of the Expeditionary “You see, he’s sensitive—I don’t believe you suspect how ii “The Best Legacy a Father Can Leave His Son is a Good Conscience and About Twenty+Five Thousand Doliars’ Worth of Debts" sensitive he is. You all misjudge him—you've thought he’s like the majority of young men with a load of money.” “A few of us know better.” She put out her hand and touched mine, and held it. “We've been awfully good friends,” she said—and, though I'd have given the world to think that she meant otherwise, I knew that she referred to Payson and herself. ** And I never had to make excuses for him either. Why, the only reason he wore that golf costume was because he thought everybody did it, and he didn’t want to be con- spicuous. And I doubt whether you know half the good that man’s done in the world—he doesn’t publish it. “He told me about his boyhood,” she continued. “He's had this money only a few years; if he hadn’t got it he’d have been a great man, somehow. He never had a chance to do anything creative. It wasn’t his fault.” “Obviously not,” I agreed; “‘and yet he was as busy as a chipmunk in his own field.” “Yes; and that’s why I wonder he—left.” I remembered how she had once said that, if she loved a man and he happened to be rich, she wouldn't throw him over on that account; and I also remembered one evening on the lawn, and what she must have said before I sensed the kiss he had given her. There was no question of what she wanted me to say. Force were permitted to send home; but as the weeks slipped by ! developed an invih- cible belief that the private soldier was proving himself a sturdier fellow than the public character. I had shown the postcard to Dorothea. “T can imagine what it’s like over there,” she said soberly. “I wake up in the night and see it—long, long lines of men scattered over a big plain. I've been in the chateau country; I know it very well—and I can se« George as plainly as a photograph! You re- member how he could ride, don’t you?” Indeed I remem- bered. “Always he’s rid- ing,” shesaid; “riding ahead of his men. Sometimes I can hear the roar of the hoofs, the metal things hitting one another—at other times it’s ghastly silent; but George is always there! He's a cuirassier there’s something wonderfully fine and romantic and splendid about them !—riding ahead, with the sun making a little star of light on his helmet. “They ride on over the fields, and by and by there's a rattle of firing and everybody stops—dquite still! The firing becomes louder—the lines straighten-—there’s a bugle—they start forward, slowly at first—and George is smiling—then faster and faster and faster; and men begin to drop out. And then suddenly there’s a tremendous rushing torrent of horses and men—irresistible, like the smash of rapids until they come to the rocks; and and ze “There’s one sure thing about it,” I said quickly: “you can be mighty certain that George is ahead of his men!” What was the use of telling her that privates of the line have no men to be in front of? That he was probably dig- ging ditches in the Argonne? Romance is very nearly dead of its own weight. It wasn’t my province to explain the function of cavalry in modern warfare, or that George wasn't a glittering cuirassier in the chateau country If she preferred to imagine him in the uniform of France, or in the bearskins of Russia, or in the kilts of Scotland; and if she chose to conceive a fashion of attack that went into the discard at about the time when Annie Rooney was popular; and if she elected to allot George the tactical position which at present isn’t imposed even on color bearers—when there are any!—all that was so much the better augury for George, and none of my business “But he might have written us,” she said mournfully “The censorship,” I reminded her. “That card to me was probably the only piece that got through.” Continued on Page 37

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14 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Thrift, With | ByS | Were a Million Bails in All ING-seh-liu-wan-ss-tsien-pai-pai-erh-seh-liu!’’ shouted a small Chinese boy dressed in green knickers and blouse, and holding up before his eyes a wooden ball about the size of a marble, on which the figures he pro- claimed at the top of his little lungs were stamped in black. Ling-seh-liu-wan-ss-tsien-pai-pai-erh-seh-liu!” re- peated a larger boy who wore gray knickers and blouse and purple stockings. m™, he Chinese were bored. “ For three hours fifty thousand of them had stood with straining ears, waiting to hear the the number that won the hundred thousand dollars. There had been a vast succession of eleventh and twelfth prizes, and some of the eighth and ninth. A little excite- ment had been caused when the third—thirty thousand dollars—came out, and some more when the fifth—ten thousand dollars—appeared. Everybody was waiting for the capital prize—for the hundred thousand dollars. For three hours the small boys and the larger boys and the officials had been calling num- bers and the prizes that these numbers won. So, when the boy called his “‘Nought one hundred and sixty-four thou- sand eight hundred and twenty-six!” the natural assump- tion was that this was a beggarly five or ten dollar award. The wooden bal! with the red Chinese characters stamped on it dropped from the globe. The attendant picked it up and looked at it. Then he screamed shrilly: “Ti lh Tun Tsing!” “Ho!” shouted the resplendent president of police. “Ho!” echoed the officials, censors, checkers, cabinet cull of ministers, soldiers and guests. “Ho! Ho! Ho!" roared the fifty thousand Chinese in front of the pavilion. “Tilh Tun Tsing!” they called. “The first prize! The first prize!” An official ran to the front of the platform, dragging the two small boys with him. Every man of the hundreds crowded the where the drawing was being done was ex- cited, and every man of the tens of thousands in front was exclaiming “Ho! Ho! Ho!” and jostling his neighbor. “Ti Ih Tun Tsing!” they all clamored; and the news of it ran back through the thousands massed there before the pavilion to the other thousands who were coming and going, to the bazaars and hawkers, the tea houses and the candy booths, the toy stands and the side shows and the peddiers—to all the vast number of Chinese who had come out to the Temple of Agriculture to watch the first drawing of the prizes for the premium bonds sold by the Sin Hua Savings Bank. The capital prize was out. Some lucky person had won a hundred thousand dollars —a hundred thou- dollars Mexican, of course; but, at that, a tidysumingold. And when you are in the East a dollar is a dollar, except when you get it on stage ’ ’ sand Ticket Number 0164826 had won. There were very few Chinese in that tremendous crowd who had not at least a tenth of a ticket, and many of them had tickets by the scores and by the hundreds. They examined their memorandums to see whether theirs was the lucky number, or, failing that, to see whether theirs had the three terminal figures of the lucky number, which gave them an approximation prize. Records were consulted. No person in Peking had the winner, apparently, for that ticket—Num- ber 0164826—was in the block sold in the province of Kiang-su. Once, a good many years ago, I saw a regular drawing of the old Louisiana Lettery, and once a drawing of the Panama Lottery, on a Sunday morn- ing, in the white building on the corner of the Plaza in Panama. On this Sunday morning, late in April, I went out to the Temple of Agriculture in Peking and saw the first drawing of the prizes for the premium bonds of the Sin Hua Savings Bank. It is not likely that a prize drawing anywhere in this AMUEL G. BLYTHE August 7, 1915 world was ever conducted under circumstances so picturesque, or in the presence of so many people, or with such formality and display, or in such a setting. The police reported that during the day two hundred and sixty thousand Chinese came and went. Let me explain, first off, that this was not a lottery at all. Perish that unworthy thought! This, as was fully explained by the government, was and is a plan whereby the Chinese may be instructed in the virtues of thrift; whereby, as the circular put it, “‘great hope may be cherished at a little expense,” whereby there was no possibility of loss and three chances to win, with a certainty of money back; and whereby the government gets ten million dollars, to use for three years at a rate of interest lower than it ordinarily pays for money. How the Premium-Bond Scheme Works HIS was not a lottery. Most certainly not! As the young gentleman who prepared the literature strikingly said: ‘Purchasers of premium bonds or deposit receipts will receive far greater advantages than purchasers of prize tickets. The latter will sacrifice their capital in the at- tempt to court the capricious star of luck. When they lose, their tickets will be worth nothing more than so much waste paper and all the money spent thereon is gone.” Whereas these bonds mean that the owner has deposited certain amounts in the savings bank—a government insti- tution—and that he has three chances to win premiums, for there are to be three annual drawings; and that at the end of the three years he can draw out his original deposit. So much for that. What happened was this: The govern- ment, needing money and desiring to get it, organized the Sin Hua Savings Bank and put the premium-bond scheme into operation. It is not a new scheme. It has been worked in various Continental countries; but it had never been tried in China. The government officials felt that one need of the Chinese, under the new dispensation, is the inculcation of the habit of thrift. But how inculcate it? The Hundred Thousand Dollars Had Been Won The Chinese is the most thrifty person on this earth; but he is thrifty in his own way. The Chinese idea of thrift is not to lay by money in a savings bank and iet savings banks use that money and pay him only a small interest on the capital. That does not appeal to him. He is not interested in five or six or seven per cent a year. His idea of thrift is to get as much money as he can, hide it in his house or on his person, and deal with it to his own best advantage. The plan of allowing a bank to use his prin- cipal and pay a rate of interest for that privilege makes no hit with the Chinese. He can use his own principal—and does. However, the Chinese is always ready and willing and anxious to take a chance. So far as my rather wide obser- vation goes, the Chinese is the best gambler in the world. He will lose with less complaint, go farther in making his bets and taking his chance, and win with greater equanim- ity, than any other person whatsoever. Likewise, the Chinese would rather gamble than do anything else except perhaps eat. He loves it. Thus, when the savings- bank plan was originated the officials who desired to get the Chinese into the habit of putting their savings into banks instead of keeping those savings in belts, knowing that the ordinary attraction of interest compounded would excite nothing but derision from their fellow countrymen, evolved the premium-bond scheme. They fixed the deposits re- quired at ten million dollars for the first year, computed the interest on that for three years, split that sum into three parts, taking out a percentage for administration and other expenses, and made their announcement. They did not intend to offer five per cent a year. Not at all! What they did offer was a chance for every investor to win a hundred thousand dollars for a capital prize, and many other smaller prizes. Every depositor was to have an equal show. The meanest coolie might try his luck along with the proudest official. They wanted the Chinese to be thrifty and they gave them a chance to gamble a bit along with their thrift. The combination was irre- sistible. The Chinese tumbled ir their dollars and bought every last premium bond. They saw a sport- ing chance. They would be thrifty, but they would not be thrifty with- out making a gamble of it. The government was quite vir- tuous about it. It was explained to the Chinese that this plan was en- tirely different from the Manila Lottery, which flourished for a time in the Ching Dynasty, and also very different from the Chien Chuen Piao, or contribution lottery tickets, which had been in favor in Hu-peh, Kuang-nan and other provinces. “The object of issuing prize tickets,”” said the government, “‘is to obtain benefit for the party who issues them, because after deducting the money paid for prizes he will receive a large surplus. Those per- sons who win prizes will at once become rich, while those who lose changed intosmaller coins, and then it is a dollar and seventeen cents. There Were Many Regulations as to Checking the Numbers Drawn will not be able to regain the money invested. Therefore, such operations

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may be placed under the category of gambling. The proceeds thus obtained by the government are illegal acquisitions and the enterprise is considered by society as immoral.” With this method, the Chinese Govern- ment argues, the person who wins a prize will be enriched, while the person who loses will—in time—get back the money invested. Hence, this is not gambling. It is to encourage the cultivation of the money-saving habit. It is the accurate gauging of the habit of mind of the Chinese; and also it is a good way to get money into a rather pinched treasury. So the bank was organized. Ten million dollars in premium bonds, each made up of ten one-dollar coupons, were issued and sent all over China for sale. It was an- nounced that there would be five thousand prizes, selected by lot from the one million tickets sold. The government guaranteed THE SATURDAY ypeten’s it coat guna a the repayment of the investment at the end of the third year, and stood behind the enterprise. There was a second prize of forty thousand dollars, a third prize of thirty thousand, a fourth of twenty thou- sand, a fifth of ten thousand, two sixth prizes of five thou- sand, six seventh prizes of twenty-five hundred, thirty eighth prizes of one thousand, sixty ninth prizes of five hun- dred, three hundred tenth prizes of two hundred and fifty, six hundred eleventh prizes of one hundred, and a thousand twelfth prizes of fifty dollars. In addition there were three thousand prizes depending on the three terminal figures of the numbers that won the first three prizes. The total sum allotted for prizes was $559,910 for the first drawing. The Big Day for Thrifty Chinese HE date for the drawing was set for Sunday, April twenty-fifth. It was announced that there would be one million wooder balls prepared, each having stamped on it a number corresponding to one ten-coupon, or ten-dollar premium bond. Ten large copper globes were to be made and two smaller ones. At the time of the drawing one hun- dred thousand balls were to be placed in each of the ten large globes. These globes were to be turned, two hundred balls taken from each, and the numbers on them recorded. Then these two thousand selected balls and three more were to be placed in one of the smaller copper globes. Two thousand and three wooden balls, each stamped in red with “First Prize,” “‘Second Prize,’ and so on, were to be placed in the other small globe. These two smaller globes were to be turned simultaneously and one ball taken from each on each revolution. The number on the ball that came out from one globe was the number that won the prize specified on the ball that came out of the other globe at the same time. For example, when the ball that had on it, in red Chinese characters, “Ti Ih Tun Tsing,”’ came out, the ball that came out at the same time from the other globe was stamped in black with the Chinese characters for 0164826, and that was the number which won the first prize. There were many regulations as to check- ing, supervising, taking out the balls, and all that. Two or three days before the drawing the tickets were allsold. It wasa national enterprise. A certain number of bonds had been allotted to each province. Agents were appointed tosell them ona five per cent commission. “ A Good:-Sized Section of Peking Was Going Out to Watch the Ceremony There had been a week of dull skies, cold winds and dust—dust—dust in Peking. Those who went out wore automobile goggles and every foreign throat in the place was raw from the irritation of the fine brown powder that was coming in clouds from the Gobi Desert on a fifty-mile- an-hour gale, and every foreign eye was inflamed. At that, they said it was only a semidust storm, and not a real one; but some people have to live in Peking, you know, and they make such excuses for the climate as they can. Sun- day, April twenty-fifth, was a fine day. The sky was cloud- less and the wind was soft, and there was no dust. It was warm, and the peach trees and the new green on the willows and the sward made a brave show at proclaiming spring Special pialous, or gates, were erected in the park of the Temple of Agriculture—which is just across the way from the Temple of Heaven—and pavilions built. Tickets were issued for the favored ones and the hour for beginning the distribution was fixed at eight o’clock A.m. The Temple of Agriculture is the place where the Ming and Manchu emperors went once each spring to till the earth. There are two great halls in the cent’ of a rather pretty park, which is surrounded by walls. 1: was the custom of the emperor to go in state on a certain date, accompanied by his vast retinue, and, after a tremendous ceremonial, go out on the grass and plow a few feet of a furrow, thus typifying the adherence of the emperor to the principal industry of China—agriculture—and his encouragement thereof. It was a sort of annual imperial O. K. on farm The drawing had been set to begin at eight o'clock in the morning and I left the hotel at a quarter after seven. EVENING POST Before I had reached the end of Legation Street to turn through the South Gate toward the Temple of Agriculture it seemed that a good-sized section of Peking was going out to watch the ceremony Once through the gate, that impr becamea certainty. The road was jammed with Chinese in jinrikishas, Peking carts, on horseback, in carr ages and on foot Many rode on donkeys and a few pro- ceeded in a stately manner on camels There were thousands of Chinese. and the noise was appalling. The jinrikisha men houted their warnings the carriage drivers and mafoos screamed incessantly; the donkeys brayed; and the Peking carts squeaked dolefully as they jolted along In addition to all! this extra traffic there was the usual amount of business trans portation coolies carry ing baskets; coolies carrying water; coolies carrying every conceivable thing—and each coolie —— ~ ----~ shouting for room to pass. There were hundreds of men with big one-wheeled barrows, and many wagons drawn by two shaggy horses with a third far in the lead. There were sedan chairs; and we passed one gaudy marriage proces sion and another equally gaudy funeral procession, with their multitude of lanterns and their images and red banner and bannerets, and their doleful bands— the wedding music being even more disconsolate than that of the funeral There was great congestion at the gate. Jinrikisha men jostled and fought their way through, and sad-faced Chi- nese soldiers and police men did their inefficient beat to regulate traffic. The amount of objurgation cast by Chinese on other Chinese at that gate was unequaled in the annals of Peking, they told me—until we were coming back. Then it broke all records. And over it all and through it all and impregnating it all was the rank odor of garlic—garli garlic! As the Soochow Chinese say of the Pekingese and with truth—garlic is in the marrow and the bones of the northern Chinese. When a jinrikisha boy gets well heated he certainly is a garlicky person. He exudes the smell of it at every pore A Reserved Seat at the Temple HEY had made great preparations at the Temple. A red and yellow and purple pialou stood at the point where the road turned off toward the pavilion—a picturesque gate, with streamers of red and yellow floating from it and ornamented with paper flowers of the brightest hue There was another pialou farther on, and another bey d that; and at each of them there were soldiers and police men, and converging on them thousands on thousands of Chinese, mostly in jinrikishas, gabbling with one another on the proceedings of the day and discussing the chance to win the capital prize I had a “gold ticket,” which entitled me to adr ior to the stand where the drawing operations were to take place. The police at the door tore off the corner of the ticket, asked me to write my name in a book, and gave mea pink rose, made of paper, as “‘a token of we re Then I went in and up on the platform. I had gone ¢ because I had figured that the Chinese would proba! do as Americans do on any similar occasion or at a! public function and issue ten times as many stage ticke as there are seats on the stage. The Chinese politi (Continued on Page 41 PHOTO, BY S. S. YOUNG The Chinese is the Best Gambier in the Wortd. Likewise, the Chinese Would Rather Gamble Than Do Anything Else — Except Perhaps Eat

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST August 7, 1915 By Pelham Grenville Wodehouse ILLUSTRATED 1X—(Continued) HE shoe became the center of attraction, the cyno- [osu of all eyes. The Efficient Baxter fixed it with the piercing glare of one who feels that his brain is totter- ing. Lord Emsworth looked at it with a mildly puzzled expression. Ashe Marson examined it with a sort of affectionate interest, as though he were waiting for it to do a trick of some kind. Baxter was the first to break the silence. “There was paint on this shoe,” he said vehemently. “T tell you there was a splash of red paint across the toe. This man here will bear me out in this. You saw paint on this shoe?”’ “Paint, sir?”’ » ‘What! Do you mean to tell me you did not see it?” “No, sir; there was no paint on this shoe.” “This is ridiculous. I saw it with my own eyes. a broad splash right across the toe.” Lord Emsworth interposed. “You must have made a mistake, my dear Baxter. There is certainly no trace of paint on this shoe, These momentary optical delusions are, I fancy, not uncommon. Any doctor will tell you ——” “T had an aunt, your lordship,” “who was remarkably subject * “It is absurd! I cannot have been mistaken,” said Baxter. “I am positively certain the toe of this shoe was red when I found it.” “It is quite black now, my dear Baxter.” “‘A sort of chameleon shoe,” murmured Ashe. The goaded secretary turned on him. “What did you say?” “Nothing, sir.” Baxter's old suspicion of this smooth young man came surging back to him. “I strongly suspect you of having had something to do with this.” “Really, Baxter,” said the earl, “that is surely the least probable of solutions. This young man could hardly have cleaned the shoe on his way from the house. A few days ago, when painting in the museum, I inadvertently splashed some paint on my own shoe. I can assure you it does not brush off. It needs a very systematic cleaning before all traces are removed.” “Exactly, your lordship,” said Ashe. I may “ ** Yes?” “My theory, vour lordship, is that Mr. Baxter was deceived by the light-and-shade effects on the toe of the shoe. The noonday sun, streaming in through the window, must have shone on the shoe in such a manner as to give It was said Ashe chattily, “My theory, if “What Had He Smeared His Face With Soot For, I Should Like to Know, if He Was Perfectly Sane?" Br F. R. GRUGER it a momentary and fictitious aspect of redness. If Mr. Baxter recollects, he did not look long at the shoe. The picture on the retina of the eye consequently had not time to fade. I myself remember thinking at the moment that the shoe appeared to have a certain reddish tint. The mistake é “Bah!” said Baxter shortly. Lord Emsworth, now thoroughly bored with the whole affair and desiring nothing more than to be left alone with his weeds and his garden fork, put in his word. Baxter, he felt, was curiously irritating these days. He always seemed to be bobbing up. The Earl of Emsworth was conscious of a strong desire to be free from his secretary’s company. He was efficient, yes—invaluable indeed—he did not know what he should do without Baxter; but there was no denying that his company tended after a while to become a trifle tedious. He took a fresh grip on his garden fork and shifted it about in the air as a hint that the interview had lasted long enough. “It seems to me, my dear fellow,” he said, “the only explanation that will square with the facts. A shoe that is really smeared with red paint does not become black of itself in the course of a few minutes.” “You are very right, your lordship,” said Ashe approv- ingly. ‘May I go now, your lordship?” “‘Certainly—certainly; by all means.” “Shall I take the shoe with me, your lordship?” “Tf you do not want it, Baxter.” The secretary passed the fraudulent piece of evidence to Ashe without a word; and the latter, having included both gentlemen in a kindly smile, left the garden. On returning to the butler’s room Ashe’s first act was to remove a shoe from the top of the pile in the basket, place it in a small closet in the wall, and lock the closet. “Brain,” he said to himself approvingly, “is what one chiefly needs in matters of this kind. Without brain, where are we? The next development will be when Friend Baxter thinks it over and is struck with the brilliant idea that it is just possible the shoe he gave me to carry and the shoe I did carry were not one shoe, but two shoes. Mean- time He had not been waiting long when there was a footstep in the passage and Baxter appeared. The possibility indeed, the certainty—that Ashe had substituted another shoe for the one with the incriminating splash of paint on it had occurred to him almost immediately on leaving the garden. Ashe was in the enemy’s camp. He would natu- rally do whatever he could to foil him. He perceived now what a mistake it had been to let Ashe take a hand in this affair at all. He chafed at the thought of the tactical error into which too much haste had led him. He came into the room, brisk and peremptory. “IT wish to look at those shoes again,” he said coldly. Ashe, with a sigh, rose to assist him. “Sit down,” said Baxter. “I can manage without you.” Ashe sat down again and watched him with silent inter- est. The scrutiny irritated the secretary. Ashe, his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands, was submit- ting the shoe expert to a contemplative inspection. After fidgeting a few mo- ments Baxter lodged a complaint. “Don’t sit therestaring at me!” “TI was interested in what you were doing, sir.” “Never mind! Don’t stare at me in that idiotic way.” “May I read a book, sir?” “Yes; read if youlike. “Thank you, sir.” Ashe took a volume from the butler’s slenderly stocked shelf. It was en- titled Did She Deserve His Love?—by Mrs. Marmaduke Wigfall. He sighed a little as he turned the pages. Baxter pursued his in- vestigations in the shoe basket. He went through it twice, but both times ” The Cat Proceeded, While Freddie, Touching the Staircase at Intervals, Went On Down without success. After the second search he stood up and looked wildly about the room. He was as certain as he could be of anything that the missing piece of evidence was somewhere within those four walls. It was no use asking Ashe point-blank where it was, for he knew Ashe would not tell him. He had by this time placed Ashe definitely as a malefactor. There was very little cover in the room, even for so small a fugitive as a shoe. He raised the tablecloth and peered beneath the table. “Are you looking for Mr. Beach, sir?” think he has gone to church.” Baxter, pink with his exertions, fastened a baleful glance on him. “You had better be careful,’ he said. “Careful, sir?”’ “T am not quite such a fool as you imagine.” The startled surprise in Ashe’s eye at this statement was too much for Baxter. He looked away and resumed his survey of the room. The floor could be acquitted on sight of the suspicion of harboring the quarry. His eyes, roam- ing to and fro, lit on the closet. “What is in this closet?” “That closet, sir?” “Yes; this closet.’”” He rapped the door irritably. “T could not say, sir. Mr. Beach, to whom the room belongs, possibly keeps a few odd trifles there. A ball of string, perhaps. Maybe an old pipe or something of the kind. Probably nothing of value or interest.” “Open it.” “It appears to be locked, sir.” “Unlock it.” “But where is the key?” Baxter thought for a moment. “T have my reasons for thinking you are deliberately keeping the contents of that closet from me. I shall break open the door.” “I’m afraid you must not do that, sir.” “Are you aware to whom you are speaking?” Baxter acidly. “Yes, sir; and I know it is not Lord Emsworth, to whom that closet belongs. If you wish to break it open I am afraid you must first get his permission. He is the sole lessee and proprietor of that closet. I am not even the acting manager.” Baxter paused. He also reflected. Something told him that the breaking up of his belongings would be just one of those things which his dreamy employer might resent as out of place in a private secretary. He was loath, after the incident of the cold tongue and the midnight shots, to go out of his way to risk annoying Lord Emsworth. said Ashe. inquired

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On the other hand, there was the maddening thought that if he left this room in search of him, in order to obtain his sanction for the housebreaking work he proposed to carry through, Ashe would be alone in the room. And he knew that if Ashe were left alone in the room he would instantly remove the shoe to some other hiding place. He was perfectly convinced that the missing shoe was in the closet. He stood chewing these thoughts for a while, Ashe meantime standing in a graceful attitude before the closet, staring into vacancy. Then Baxter was seized with a happy idea. Why should he leave the room at all? If he sent Ashe, then he himself could wait and make certain that the closet was not tampered with. “Go and find Lord Emsworth,” he said, “and ask him to be good enough to come here for a moment on a matter of urgent importance. Be quick!” he added, as Ashe stood looking at him without making any movement in the direction of the door. “Quick, sir?’’ asked Ashe meditatively, as though he had been asked a conundrum. “Go and find Lord Emsworth at once.” Ashe did not move. “Do you intend to disobey me?”’ Baxter’s voice was steely. “Yes, sir.”’ “What!” “I take my stand,” said Ashe, “on a technical point. In any other place than this house your word would be law. I would fly to do your bidding. If you pressed a button I would do the rest, But in Lord Emsworth’s house I cannot do anything except what pleases me or what is ordered by Lord Emsworth. Suppose—to take a parallel case—the army officer commanding the garrison at a naval station went on board a battleship and ordered the crew to splice the jib-boom spanker. It might be an admirable thing for the coun- try that the jib-boom spanker should be spliced at that particu- lar juncture; but the crew would naturally decline to move in the matter until the order came from the commander of the ship. So in my ease. If you will go to Lord Emsworth and explain to him how matters stand, and come back to me and say, ‘Lord Emsworth wishes you to go and ask him to be good enough to come to this room on a matter of urgent impor- tance,’ then I shall be only too glad to go and find him. You see my difficulty, sir?”’ “Go and fetch Lord Emsworth. I shall not speak again.” Ashe flicked a speck of dust from his coat sleeve. “Very well,” said the secretary. “‘I can assure you, sir,”’ said Ashe, “that if there is a shoe in that closet now, there will be a shoe there when you return.” Baxter stalked from the room. “But,” added Ashe pensively as the foot- steps died away, “I did not promise that it would be the same shoe.” He took the key from his pocket, unlocked the closet and took out the shoe. Then he selected an- other from the basket, and placing that in the closet relocked the door. His next act was to take from the shelf a piece of string. Attach- ing one end of this to the shoe he 7% had taken from the closet he went to thewindow. He flung the closet key into the bushes, then turned to the shoe. On a level with the sill a water pipe was fastened to the wall by an iron band. He tied the other end of the string to this and let the shoe swing free. He noticed with approval when it had stopped swinging that it was hidden from above by the window sill. He returned to his place by the mantelpiece. As an afterthought he took another shoe from the basket and thrust it up the chimney. A shower of soot fell into the grate, blackening his hand. The scullery was a few yards down the corridor. He went there and washed off the soot. When he returned to the butler’s room Baxter was there, and with him the Earl of Emsworth, the latter looking dazed, as though he were not quite equal to the intellectual pressure of the situation. He also looked annoyed. His mild soul was being stirred to wrath by this perpetual interruption. He was beginning to look on his secretary as a malignant person who deliberately invented excuses for breaking up his morning in the open air. “Where have you been?” asked Baxter sharply. “T have been washing my hands, sir.” “Huh!” said Baxter suspiciously. “Now, my dear Baxter,” said the earl impatiently, “please tell me once again why you have brought me in here. I cannot make head or tail of what you have been saying. Apparently you accuse this young man of keeping his shoes in a closet. Why should you suspect him of keeping his shoes in a closet? And if he wishes to do so, why on earth should he not keep his shoes in a closet? This is a free country.” “Exactly, your lordship,”’ said Ashe approvingly “It all has to do with the theft of your scarab, Lord Emsworth. Somebody got into the museum and stole the scarab.” “Ah, yes; ah, yes—so they did. I remember now. You told me. Bad business that, my dear Baxter. Mr. Peters gave me that scarab. He will be most deucedly annoyed if it’s lost. Yes, indeed.” “Whoever stole it upset the can of red paint and stepped in it.” “Devilish careless of them. It must have made the dickens of a mess. Why don't people look where they are walking?” “T suspect this man of shielding the criminal by hiding her shoe in this closet.” “Oh, it’s not his own shoes that this young man keeps in closets?” “It is a woman's shoe, Lord Emsworth.” “The deuce it is! Then it was a woman who stole the scarab? Is that the way you figure it out? Bless my soul, Baxter, one wonders what women are coming to nowadays. It’s all this Movement, I suppose. The Vote, and all that—eh? I recollect having a chat with the Marquis of Petersfield some time ago. He is in the Cabinet, and he tells me it is perfectly infernal the way these women carry on. He said sometimes it got to such a pitch, with

“Te's All Right. He Did Get Out! I Knew He Had Something Up His Sieeve"’ them waving banners and presenting petitions, and throw- ing flour and things at a fellow, that if he saw his own mother coming toward him, with a hand behind her back, he would run like a rabbit. Told me so himself.” “So,” said the Efficient Baxter, cutting in on the flow of speech, “what I wish to do is to break open this closet.” “Eh? Why?” “To get the shoe.” “The shoe? Ah yes. You were telling me.” “If you have no objection.” “Objection, my dear fellow? Why should I have any objection? Let me see! What is it you wish to do?” . “This,” said Baxter shortly. He seized the poker from the fireplace and delivered two rapid blows on the closet door. The wood was splintered A third blow smashed the flimsy lock. The closet, with any skeletons it might contain, was open for all to view. Bax- ter uttered a cry of triumph and tore the shoe from its resting place. “I told you,” he said; “I told you!” The next moment he looked up with an exclamation of surprise and anger.

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“This shoe has no paint on it,” he said, glaring at Ashe “This is not the sho “It certainly appears, sir,” said Ashe sympathetically, “to be free from paint. There is a sort of reddish glow just there, if you look at it sideways,”’ he added he pfully ‘Are you satisfied now, my dear Baxter,” said the ear “or is there any more furniture that you would like to break? You know, this furniture a positive craze with you, my dear reaking is becoming ellow You ought to fight against it. Night before last I don’t know how many tables were broken in the hall; and now this cl will ruin me. No purse can stand the constant d

lhe secretary stood still. The disappointment had beer severe 4 chance remark of Lord Emswort! et him off on the trail once more. Lord Emsworth had caught sight of the little pile of soot in the grate. He bent down to inspect It, “Dear me!” he said. “I must remember to tell Beac! to have his chimney swept. It seems to need it badly Baxter's eye, rolling in a fine frenzy from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, also focused itself on the pik of soot; and a thrill went through him. Soot in the fire place! Ashe washing his hands! “ You knew my method my dear Watson. Apply them.” He dived forward with a rush, nearly knocking Lord Emsworth off his feet, and thrust an arm up into the unknown. An avalanche of soot fell on his hand and wrist but he ignored it, for at the same instant his fingers had closed on what he was seeking “Ah!” he said. “I thought as much. You were not clever enough after all.” “No, sir,”’ said Ashe patiently. “‘ We all make mistakes.” “You would have done better not to give me all thi trouble. You have done yourself no good by it “It has been great fun, though, sir,”’ argued Ashe “Fun!” Baxter laughed grimly “You may have reason to « hange your opinion of what consti tutes : His voice failed as his eye fell on the all-black toe of the shoe He looked up and caught Ashe’s benevolent gaze. Hestraightened himself and brushed a bead of perspiration from his face with the back of his hand. Unfortunately he used the sooty hand, and the result was like some gruesom« burlesque of a negro minstrel “Did you put that shoe there he asked slowly. “Yes, sir. “Then what did you mean by putting it there?” roared Baxter “* Animal spirits, sir,"’ said Ashe “What!” “Animal spirits, sir What the Efficient Baxter wouid have replied to this one cannot tell Just as he was opening his mouth, Lord Emsworth, catching sight of his face, intervened. “* My dear Baxter, your face! It is positively covered with soot positively! You must go and wash it. You are quite black. Really my dear fellow, you present rather an extraordinary appearance Run off to your room.” Against this crowning blow the Efficient Baxter could not stand up. It was the end. “Soot!”” he murmured weakly “Soot!” ‘Your face is covered, my dear fellow—quite covered.”’ “It certainly has a faintly sooty aspect, sir,”” said Ashe His voice roused the sufferer to one last flicker of spirit *You will hear more of this,”’ he said. “‘ You will e At this moment, slightly muffled by the intervening door and passageway, there came from the direction of the hall a sound like the delivery of a ton of coal. A heavy body bumped down the stairs, and a voice which all three recognized as that of the Honorable Freddie uttered ar oath that lost itself in a final crash and a musical splinter

ing sound, which Baxter for one had no difficulty i recognizing as the dissolution of cccasional china Even if they had not had so able a detective as Baxter with them, Lord Emsworth and Ashe would have been at n loss to guess what had happened. Doctor Watson himself could have deduced it from the evidence. The Honorable Freddie had fallen downstairs. With a little ingenuity this portion of the story of Mr Peters’ scarab could be converted into an excellent tract driving home the perils, even in this world, of absenting oneself from church on Sunday morning. If the Honorabk

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Freddie had gone to church he would not have been run- ning down the great staircase at the castle at that hour; and if he had not been running down the great staircase at the castle at that hour he would not have encountered Muriel. Muriel was a Persian cat belonging to Lady Ann War- blington. Lady Ann had breakfasted in bed and lain there late, as she rather fancied she had one of her sick headaches coming on. Muriel had left her room in the wake of the breakfast tray, being anxious to be present at the obsequies of a fried sole that had formed Lady Ann’s simple morning meal, and had followed the maid who bore it until she had reached the hall. At this point the maid, who disliked Muriel, stopped and made a noise like an exploding pop bottle, at the same time taking a little run in Muriel’s direction and kicking at her with a menacing foot. Muriel, wounded and startled, had turned in her tracks and sprinted back up the stair- case at the exact moment when the Honorable Freddie, who for some reason was in a great hurry, ran lightly down. There was an instant when Freddie could have saved himself by planting a number-ten shoe on Muriel’s spine; but even in that crisis he bethought him that he hardly stood solid enough with the authorities to risk adding to his misdeeds the slaughter of his aunt’s favorite cat, and he executed a rapid swerve. The spared cat proceeded on her journey upstairs, while Freddie, touching the staircase at intervals, went on down. Having reached the bottom, he sat amid the occasional china, and endeavored to ascertain the extent of his in- juries. He had a dazed suspicion that he was irreparably fractured in a dozen places. It was in this attitude that the rescue party found him. He gazed up at them with silent 18 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST in the night by some person unknown, he thought the millionaire took it exceedingly well. Though the stolen object no longer belonged to him, Mr. Peters no doubt still continued to take an affectionate interest in it and might have been excused had he shown annoyance that his gift had been so carelessly guarded. Mr. Peters was, however, thoroughly magnanimous about the matter. He deprecated the notion that the earl could possibly have prevented this unfortunate occurrence. He quite understood. He was not in the least hurt. No- body could have foreseen such a calamity. These things happened and one had to accept them. He himself had once suffered in much the same way, the gem of his collec- tion having been removed almost beneath his eyes in the smoothest possible fashion. Altogether, he relieved Lord Emsworth’s mind very much; and when he had finished doing so he departed swiftly and rang for Ashe. When Ashe arrived he bubbled over with enthusiasm. He was lyrical in his praise. He went so far as to slap Ashe on the back. It was only when the latter disclaimed all credit for what had occurred that he checked the flow of approbation. “Tt wasn’t you who got it? Who was it, then?” “Tt was Miss Peters’ maid. It’s a long story; but we were working in partnership. I tried for the thing and failed, and she succeeded.” It was with mixed feelings that Ashe listened while Mr. Peters transferred his adjectives of commendation to Joan. He admired Joan’s courage, he was relieved that her venture had ended without disaster, and he knew that she deserved whatever anyone could find to say in praise of her enterprise: but, at first, though he tried to crush it down, he could not help feeling a certain amount of chagrin that pathos. “In the name of goodness, Frederick,” said Lord Ems- worth extremely peevishly, “what do you imagine you are doing?” Freddie endeavored to rise, but sank back again with a stifled howl. “It was that bally cat of Aunt Ann’s,”’ he said. ‘“‘It came legging it up the stairs. I think I’ve broken my leg.” “You have certainly broken everything else,’’ said hisfather unsympathetically. “ Between you and Baxter, 1 wonder there’s a stick of furniture standing in the house.” “Thanks, old chap,” said Freddie gratefully as Ashe stepped forward and lent him an arm. “I think my bally ankie must have got twisted. I wish you would give me a hand up te my room.” * And, Baxter, my dear fel- ow,” said Lord Emsworth, “you might telephone to Doc- tor Bird, in Market Blandings, and ask him to be good enough to drive out. I am sorry, Freddie,” he added, “that you have met with this acci- dent; but-—-but everything is so--so disturbing nowadays that I feel—I feei most dis- turbed,” Ashe and the Honorable Freddie began to move across the hall—-Freddie hopping, Ashe advancing with a sort of polka step. As they reached the stairs there was a sound of wheels outside and the vanguard of the house party, returned from church, entered the house. “It’s all very well to give it out officially that Freddie has fallen downstairs and sprained his ankle,” said Colonel Horace Mant, discussing the affair with the Bishop of Godalming later in the afternoon; “but it’s my firm belief that that fellow Baxter did precisely as I said he would ran amuck and inflicted dashed frightful injuries on young Freddie. When I got into the house there was Freddie being helped up the stairs, while Baxter, with his face covered with soot, was looking after him with a sort of evil grin. What had he smeared his face with soot for, I should like to know, if he was perfectly sane? “The whole thing is dashed fishy and mysterious; and the sooner I can get Mildred safely out of the place, the better I shail be pleased. The fellow’s as mad as a hatter!" x L fpemne Lord Emsworth, sighting Mr. Peters in the group of returned churchgoers, drew him aside and broke the news that the valuable scarab, so kindly pre- sented by him to the castle museum, had been stolen Baxter Delivered Two Rapid Blows on the Closet Door a girl had succeeded where he, though having the advan- tage of first chance, had failed. The terms of his part- nership with Joan had jarred on him from the beginning. A man may be in sympathy with the modern movement for the emancipation of woman and yet feel aggrieved when a mere girl proves herself a more efficient thief than himself. Woman is invading man’ssphere more successfully every day; but there are still certain fields in which man may consider that he is rightfully entitled to a monopoly and the purloining of scarabs in the watches of the night is surely one of them. Joan, in Ashe’s opinion, should have played a meeker and less active part. These unworthy emotions did not last long. Whatever his shortcomings, Ashe possessed a just mind. By the time he had found Joan, after Mr. Peters had said his say and dispatched him below stairs for that purpose, he had purged himself of petty regrets and was prepared to congratulate her whole-heartedly. He was, however, determined that nothing should induce him to share in the reward. On that point, he resolved, he would refuse to be shaken. “T have just left Mr. Peters,” he began. “All is well. His check book lies before him on the table and he is trying to make his fountain pen work long enough to write a check. But there is just one thing I want to say : August 7, 1915 She interrupted him. To his surprise, she was eying him coldly and with disapproval. “And there is just one thing I want to say,” she said; “and that is, if you imagine I shall consent to accept a penny of the reward ——” “Exactly what I was going to say. Of course I couldn’t dream of taking any of it.” “T don’t understand you. You are certainly going to have it all. I told you when we made our agreement that I should only take my share if you let me do my share of the work. Now that you have broken that agreement, nothing could induce me to take it. I know you meant it kindly, Mr. Marson; but I simply can’t feel grateful. I told you that ours was a business contract and that I wouldn’t have any chivalry; and I thought that after you had given me your promise ai “One moment,” said Ashe, bewildered. “I can’t follow this. What do you mean?” “What do I mean? Why, that you went down to the museum last night before me and took the scarab, though you had promised to stay away and give me my chance.” “But I didn’t do anything of the sort.” It was Joan’s turn to look bewildered. “But you have got the scarab, Mr. Marson?” “Why, you have got it!” “No!” “But—but it has gone!” “T know. I went down to the museum last night, as we had arranged; and when I got there there was no scarab. It had disappeared.” They looked at each other in consternation. “It was gone when you got to the museum?” Ashe asked. “There wasn’t a trace of it. I took it for granted that you had been down before me. I was furious!” “But this is ridiculous! said Ashe. “Who can have taken it? There was nobody besides ourselves who knew Mr. Peters was offering the reward. What exactly hap- pened last night?” “T waited until one o'clock. Then I slipped down, got into the museum, struck a match and looked for the scarab. It wasn’t there. I couldn’t be- lieve it at first. I struck some more matches—quite a num- ber—but it was no good. The scarab was gone; so I went back to bed and thought hard thoughts about you. It was silly of me. I ought to have known you would not break your word; but there didn’t seem any other explanation. “* Well, somebody must have taken it; and the question is, what are we to do?” She laughed. “It seems tomethat we were a little premature in quarreling about how we were todivide that reward. Itlooks as though there isn’t going to be any reward.” *“*Meantime,”” said Ashe gloomily, “ I suppose I have got to go back and tell Mr. Peters. It will break his heart.” ” xI LANDINGS CASTLE dozed in the calm of an English Sunday afternoon. All was peace. Freddie was in bed, with orders from the doctor to stay there until further notice. Baxter had washed his face. Lord Emsworth had returned to his garden fork. The rest of the house party strolled about the grounds or sat in them, for the day was one of those late spring days that are warm with a premature suggestion of midsummer. Aline Peters was sitting at the open window of her bedroom, which commanded an extensive view of the terraces. A pile of letters lay on the table beside her, for she had just finished reading her mail. The postman came late to the castle on Sundays and she had not been able to do this until luncheon was over. Aline was puzzled. She was conscious of a fit of depres- sion for which she could in no way account. This after- noon she had a feeling that all was not well with the world, which was the more remarkable because she was usually keenly susceptible to weather conditions and reveled in sunshine like a kitten. Yet here was a day nearly as fine as an American day—and she found no solace in it. She looked down on the terrace; as she looked the figure of George Emerson appeared, walking swiftly. And at the sight of him something seemed to tell her that she had found the key to her gloom. (Centinued on Page 41)

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| eo DO not know why it is, but I do not seem to want to write about Paris. It may be that I have caught the spirit of Paris, who keeps her sorrows to herself, so deeply immersed in her suffering that silence only can express it. Or is it that the sorrow is so keen that, once given voice, it would be impossible to lapse again into that calm which prevails everywhere—a calm born of courage, determination and necessity? When we arrived at twilight at the Gare du Nord there was little indication that any- thing unusual had happened to Paris. Our own train from Boulogne was well filled. The absence of a crowd was not noticeable, because there were so many of us. We passed the customs without delay, regardless of the statement, in London, that all of our luggage would be scrutinized to the last degree. A new rule had come into effect just the day we left London. Nothing was examined there; whereas for weeks before there had been a most careful looking over of everything one possessed. At Folkestone there was a mild kind of examination, the novel part of which con- sisted of having our legs felt by a woman from Scotland Yard, who also asked us to take off our hats. She carefully looked into each crown, but seeing nothing, seemed embarrassed, as if she realized the foolish- ness of it all; and saying, with a broad Eng- lish accent, “‘You are quite all right,”’ she let us pass. It was not exactly cheerful to be told by the London agent from whom we purchased our tickets that on the next morning we might start from Folkestone, but with no guarantee of just where we would land. “Somewhere on the French coast,” said the clerk. After this dubious promise it was with great joy that we found our boat heading for Boulogne. Entering the slip at Boulogne we had our first shock of the reality of war. We meta hospital ship that was just leaving the port. It was crowded to the rails with wounded soldiers, most of whom were able to be on their feet. One could read in their faces the horrors through which they had passed and the suf- fering they had endured. The ruddy English complexion had changed to a ghastly greenish-yellow hue, the mark of the trenches, even before the blood had been let out through gaping wounds. Wounded Men Tagged for Home ACH soldier was tightly buttoned into a big overcoat. Arms were often invisible, doubtless in slings underneath the coats. Every man was tagged. From the front of the coat depended two identifying cards at least six inches long, one bright red and the other of brown Manila, such as are attached to an ordinary express package. In fact these men made one think of misshapen gunny sacks standing on two feet, with masklike heads and faces, so inanimate were they. They seemed images, not men, with their fixed features and their monotonously vacant expres- sions. There was one unusually tall and ghastly man who towered above the rest. The socket of one eye was stuffed with cotton. He had no bandage on, but this cotton dressing gave him a weird appearance. In striking contrast to these others was an East Indian soldier, who wore a blue robe that looked like a dressing gown—a chocolate-colored man who moved up and down the deck with a rhythmical stride, bare- headed and without any visible bandages or wounds. The cords of his girdle were unfastened and his robe hung loose from his shoulders, giving a mad and di- sheveled look. None of the others paid any attention to him as he strolled back and forth on the deck, and I did not observe that he even cast a glance toward our ship. Boulogne looks like nothing so much as a British military camp. Everywhere there are soldiers in khaki, and I counted along the quay, in front of the Hotel Folke- stone, sixty-one Red-Cross ambulances. On our boat there were brought over a beautiful new ambulance and a fresh corps of Red-Cross men. Barracks have been built for the soldiers along the Boulogne docks, extending from the boat station to the main railway station of the town. These are one-story buildings of wood and tin. They look both dirty and On the Piace de L’'Opera uncomfortable and their surroundings are anything but pleasant. The docks, strewn with the litter of a great shipping center, are piled high for blocks and blocks with supplies of all kinds. There were great numbers of auto- mobiles flying back and forth on the docks and through the streets, usually driven by men in khaki and often full of officers and soldiers. Only occasionally one caught a glimpse of the blue-and-red uniform of the French On the train there were many English officers and sol- diers. In the dining car a group of gentlemen, two in uni- form and two in civilian dress, sat opposite us. One of the military men had lost the two middle fingers of his left hand. The wound was healed, but showed its freshness from the sear. I overheard him say: “There were only three of us who did not have gangrene, and I was one of the three.” The conversation then ran on about the inefficiency of the care for the wounded and the great number who died co BY SEL BERGER FRERES, PamS A German Taube Captured by the French E. Tomlinson THE SATURDAY EVENING POST i9 if - MOURNING from neglect He said something about cases where seventy-two hours had passed without attention to the wounds. He and his companions were also discussing a | French trainload of wounded which had arrived that morning at Boulogne from the district of Ypres, and one of them said | “I have never seen anything so raw as that done. They were piled in like logs, many of them bleeding to death.” On the train I had my first glimpse of English girls wearing the khaki uniform, their coats in the belted, many-pocketed style of the British service uniform, their caps exactly like those worn by the men, their skirts medium short, plaited affairs The armbands and caps bore the mark of the Red Cross. These girls were young, in the early twenties, petite, blonde, good-looking, and seemingly very popular with the officers with whom they were making the journey to Paris. The first morning in Paris was spent look ing about in wonder at the beauty and calmness of the city. We had been awak ened at an early hour by the noise of an aéroplane passing over the hotel. It was French, however, and under its protecting wings we were being guarded from attacks Again at noon we looked out from the win dows of the police station on the Marché St. Honoré, where we had gone to get our papers signed, at another patroling aviator soaring over the city of Paris. Every few hours through the day and night this hap- pens. The Parisians, gazing up into the air, call in caressing tones to the aviator and his machine. These are worshipful objects in Paris, just as those of the enemy are objects of detestation. When Paris is Sober P ASSING along the Rue St. Honoré during | unch hour, when the midinettes and tle workers are crowding the streets, w: came across a band of strolling players in a passage leading to a courtyard, where the , were stationed playing military airs, led by a woman singer wrapped in the tricolor They were well surrounded by listeners mostly young women, doubtless little dressmakers and milliners, of which this district employs so many. With shrill but sweet soprano voices the girls and women joine in the refrain, showing that they were in the spirit of war, even though they were patiently plying their needles in Paris. There was, we learned, to be a premi?re, or first performance, of La Kommandatur at the Thé&tre du Gymnase that night. We thought this would be a good opportunity to make a comparison between Paris as she is now socially and as she had been. These first nights at the Gymnase are always very crowded with the smart set in Paris, and the leading theatrical lights, musicians, artists and the government officials are usually there in full force We found a changed Paris. The theater was full, but with soberly dressed people, hardly one man having on evening dress. Even the Parisian actresses had dropped all frivolity of dress and manner and sat soberly watching the rehearsal of this play by the well-known Belgian play wright, M. Jean Francois Fonson. The story depicted is anything but pleasing at this time. It has to do with the trials of a Belgian family during the German occupation of Brussels. The sub ject is too closely associated with the thought of what might have happened to Paris to make this play accept able to the Parisian. The bruise is yet too fresh and the image of the suffering that might have been too shar; to bear open discussion among the French At the closing hour we were again brought to the realization of the difference in Paris now and at other times. There was a shortage of taxicabs, and those that were going toward the east refused absolutely to take Many of the drivers claimed to be out of essence, and so we walked along the Boule fares going the other way vard as far as the Opéra. The shrouded street lamps gave dim light, but numerous gendarmes were stationed along the way, at least three to every square, evidencing that Paris is well patrolled at night. One observes thi also by day— policemen are everywhere. 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THE SATURDAY The Parisians have done a very nice thing in connec- tion with their soldiers at the front who have no fam- ilies, or who are of that class of rovers that separate themselves from their fam- ilies and in the ordinary course of events weuld re- ceive no messages or pack- ages from home. Many of these have been adopted by different families in Paris. Every week there go for- ward letters, or little pack- ages of sweets, or articles of clothing. There are many of these adopted who have never seen the families of their adoption. Friends and relatives also keep up a close connection with their men at the front, and every- sons Paris Dees All She Can to Alleviate the Tedium of Her Suffering Soldiers to pay as usual, twenty franes for a fauteuil de baleon. Coming out I told the cabman, a fat old Frenchman driv- ing a forlorn herse hitched to a hack, “to take me to a tobacco shop to buy some cigarettes to send to the soldiers in the trenches.”’ He gave me a smile, almost as broad as his back, and whipped up his horse. I made my purchase and had the tobacco sent by post to a young French soldier of my acquaintance. Parcel post packages are said to arrive at the trenches very promptly. When IT came out of the shop the old Frenchman was still beaming his gratitude to the American lady who thought of the soldiers fighting in the trenches. The clerks in the tobucco shop expressed gratitude and appreciation in looks and manner. The American is ace high in Paris in this time of war as well as in times of peace. His sympathy, the actual helpful work that he is doing in the relief corps and the money that he spends in France are much appreciated. The morning of the next day I had the great good for- tune to have a call from a friend, a French soldier, who had been mobilized since the second of August. He belongs to a regiment of cavalry, but is now with the artillery, owing to the fact that the cavalry is not being used to any great extent. Responding to the first call his regiment was equipped and left Paris five days after the declaration of war. Within two days they had crossed the German frontier and were singing the Marseillaise in Alsace-Lorraine. But only for two days; then they were forced to retreat, and for five days thereafter were in full flight before the oncoming Many of the troops were without arms and some had only revolvers—batterie de cuisine, as the Frenchman says. German hordes. Adopting Unseen Sons in the Trenches YHE retreat was a terrible humiliation to every French- man, who to a man would have stayed to fight with their fists except for their superiors’ orders. Only those who passed through the terrible five days can imagine what it meant to be always running away, to be flying from the enemy because of the lack of accouterment to make a stand. These were fresh, raw troops made up of business men who, though they had done their regular military service in youth, had not been in the army for years, except for the annual three weeks’ service which every Frenchman gives. Chey were like lambs led to slaughter when brought actually in contact with the splendidly equipped and per- fectly organized troops of the enemy. This, remember, was during the first weeks of the war, when consternation reigned everywhere in France. Things are different now, and this same regiment has just been ordered to Ypres. They have also done valiant fighting in Arras, to which point they were transferred from the Voages in the early months of the war. it is said that the best French soldiers are those mobil- ized from the district of Paris and those who have served n the colonies, among the latter especially those who have done service in Indo-China. The latter are trained and hardened soldiers and fight like machines. The Parisian has been forced to protect his city and his women and has fought like a demon. Love of Paris and hatred of the invader have been the impelling forces. But with the true pirit of Paris he has entered into it all with unconcern and raillery. He has talked in the argot of the Paris streets to the whistling bullets and shells that have been all about * Descendez! On vous parle!"’ he yells to the whirling hells from the enemy as they pass over his head. Pierced through the body with a bullet, he expires with the jest: J'ai mon compte.” } um thing is now so organized that delivery of all pack- ages is well assured. In almost every instance where a French soldier buys his own uniform, or if it is provided by his family, he chooses the khaki color of the English. It has been found to be more practical for field work than the blue of France. The French uniform, from a standpoint of actual comfort for the wearer, seems to lack everything. The tunic of the common soldier has no sign of a pocket. It is tight-fitting, with close armholes and tight sleeves, and does not in any way suggest comfort. So it is small wonder that those that can provide themselves with new clothes are adopting the English style. Once these khaki uniforms are received, the camp tailor attaches the identifying insignia, the regiment number and the rank of the wearer. When a French soldier dressed in khaki walks along the streets of Paris he is at once the object of great admiration on the part of the children, more so than if he were in French uniform. The policemen salute with great celerity as he passes, and even the French officer is quick to recog- nize the khaki uniform, though he may pass a French sol- dier, dressed in the blue, without seeming to be aware of his presence. The Frenchman keeps to his own style of cap, though he sometimes puts over it a khaki cover. I had the pleasure of outfitting a young French soldier with a complete khaki uniform and bicycle equipment. He had just been appointed secretary to the colonel of his regiment and was to be a dispatch rider. In order to secure this commission it was necessary for him to provide his own bicycle, and if he was to be more than ordinarily comfortable it was also necessary for him to have new clothing. This young man had been serving in the French Army nine months for one sou a day. Before going to the war he was employed at a small salary in a well-known business house and was dependent entirely upon his own earnings. Having during his nine months’ service about exhausted his savings, he had either to do without all addi- tional comforts or necessities, or obtain them from his friends or family. Cases like this one are found everywhere among young men who had just started on their business careers prior to going to war. Such money as the families have been able to get together must be kept for the support of the women and children, and the men at the front do without, unless by some happy chance a friend or relative can help EVENING POST August 7, 1915 of complete conviction: ‘The old maids must now be the fathers of the families that are left fatherless, so I shall educate this baby myself.” Many women of this char- acter are to-day serving as heads of families, taking all the responsibility of providing for the helpless ones left behind by the men called to the war. My own little dressmaker, Clotilde, has been almost without work during the winter. All of the Parisians have been economizing, and as the foreigners have largely been away from Paris since the beginning of the war the little dressmakers have suffered very much. Clotilde says she has hardly an acquaintance but whose family has suffered loss. One cousin from the Midi has been very seriously wounded one eye is gone, one foot has been amputated, one finger has been taken off and he has been rendered stone deaf. Yet he claims to be happy that he has thus far done his duty toward his country. This soldier had a most terrifying experience. After a battle he found himself seriously wounded, and with another soldier crawled from where he had fallen to the road near by. They were walking along slowly when they came across a third man, shot through the stomach, who begged them not to leave him. So they took him between them and started on again, the man in the center groaning from the terrible pain he suffered. Suddenly a shell sped toward them and passed through the body of the man they were leading, fairly tearing him to pieces, but the two others were untouched. There is no cessation of sorrow for the women in France. Either there is some loved one at the front exposed to great danger, or someone wounded or sick, or someone about to leave for no telling what hazard. With every friend one meets, or every acquaintance one makes, one hears of a new sorrow. Yet whatever Fate offers, the women accept it with resignation and calmness. Bandages by Paquin and Worth N THE shops, also, one notices the change wrought by the war. The small stores invariably close from twelve to two o’clock. Even the banks have formed this habit of closing for two hours at noon. The business day has been shortened by beginning late, often as late as ten o'clock, and finishing as early as five-thirty. The American Express Company, the steamship ticket offices, the bookstores and all kinds of businesses observe these new hours, the only exception being the big department stores, which have the usual hours. The manner in which the French woman has come for- ward to take whatever work was offered, and the facility with which she has filled these positions, have been a reve- lation. The capability of the French woman has always been recognized to some extent, but she herself had never dreamed that she could so quickly adapt herself to unfa- miliar work and carry on so successfully the business of the nation as she is now doing. Sunday in Paris is very quiet, there being no races; but the Parisian loves to be outdoors and he always finds some sort of amusement somewhere. And so large crowds gath- ered in the Jardin des Tuileries to witness the gymnastic feats of a crowd of young boys who are being trained under the direction of the state. This work of physical culture, though not directly connected with the army, is supplementary thereto. France is making every effort to improve the physique of her young men, and particular stress is being laid on the training of the 1917 class. The 1915 class is now in service; the 1916 class has been called. Looking at these boys one feels almost as if mere babies were being sent to war. them out. One afternoon, early in the week of our arrival, we were called on by a sales- woman from one of the big dressmakers on the Place Venddme. These women watch the registers at the hotels, and as soon as a for- eign lady arrives they are apt to call and urge her to pay a visit to the dress- makers. Esther is very well known and has many friends among the visitors to Paris, so it was interesting to hear her talk about the war. Like the true French woman, she is very philosophical about it all. Her brother- in-law, an officer in the French Army, was wounded in the battle of the Marne, and died of lockjaw. Esther has assumed the care of his widow and orphan child. She said to me with an ai Well-Known Singers Give Street Concerts of Patriotic Songs at Noonday

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a THE SATURDAY EVENING POST “All the w ay up the Champs-Elysées there is much evidence of changed conditions. The Grand Palais is a military hospital, and every big hotel on the Champs-Elysées now serves as a hospital. There is a big one supported by the Russian Government, another by the Japanese, a third by the Paris dressmakers and a fourth by the women of France. A large number of workrooms have been opened by philanthropic women, where de- pendent women are given employment in the making of articles of clothing and supplies for the comfort and care of the soldiers. These ouvroirs have become quite a fad in Paris, and many prominent and wealthy society women are individually sponsoring their work. Every dressmaking establishment of prom- inence in Paris has done much toward provid- ing articles of clothing and surgical dressings for the army. Madame Paquin has opened a hospital in St. Cloud very near her chateau. Worth has a hospital in some of the rooms of One of the tailors employed by Paquin has been mobilized for several months, and being forced to give up his regular position has been employed to cut shirts. In France the soldier that is mobilized does not receive any pay from the government, and as many of them have been under the ca to arms for mans months and without resources, the conditions that have resulted have been very trying An unusual incident in connection with this ouvroir was the employment of a French woman refugee from Lille as a secretary It was this woman’s duty to mark ev packag that was forwarded to the trenches. or request that the recipient acknowledge direct to the ourroir. One day there came a letter from a soldier in the trenches, asking these ladies of the ouvroir to assist him in finding his wife, and giving the name of the woman who was em ployed in the position of secretary A great deal of this work of getting soldier from the invaded district into communication his establishment on the Rue de la Paix, The a nae ee . with the refugee members of their familie soldiers who are being cared for by Worth re- Checkers is a Favorite Game for Those With Wounded Legs or Arms has been done by the owrroirs. They have ceive visitors from one to three in the afternoon, worked in connection with the German gov and many delicacies find their way to these poor fellows through the generosity and sympathy of the ladies who patronize the establishment. So close to the showrooms are the hospital rooms that the odor of disinfectants permeates the whole establish- ment. The saleswomen and mannequins spend their spare moments in making respirators, bandages and dressings. As one enters the Worth establishment it is not unusual to see arriving at the same time an ambulance with its burden of wounded soldiers. Madame Paquin has left the direc- tion of her business entirely to her sister-in-law, and has devoted every minute of her own time to the care of the sick and wounded. M. Armand, of Martial et Armand, is one of the secretaries to the Minister of War; so he very- rarely has any time to give to his own business. Just now the Parisian women are buying only tailored suits, and these of the simplest kind, either in dark blue, black or khaki color. Nothing else is really the fashion in Paris. In fact the fashionable Parisienne takes great pride now in the simplicity and somberness of her clothes. The dressmaking situation has been considerably com plicated by the mobilization. A saving factor, however, has been the fact that many of the best designers and makers of tailored garments are Polish and Russian, and it has been possible for them to remain at work. Prior to the war there were many Austrians doing this work in Paris, but they have gradually been forced to leave. During our stay there three Austrian tailors were ordered to leave the employ of one of the leading Paris dressmakers. Thus the work goes on of weeding out all the enemies. Mannish Fashions in a Manless City T SEEMS to be a part of the capriciousness of fashion that just now, when there is a dearth of masculine labor, tailored suits should be the fashion. Furthermore, the tailored suit is getting more and more difficult to secure, on account of the scarcity of woolen materials. The French Government has need of its raw wool supply, and many of the largest woolen mills are in the district now occupied by the Germans, so the output is limited for two causes. Also, the French duty on woolen and worsted goods is very high. Yet regardless of all these good reasons why the tailored suit should not be the fashionable dress for the summer of 1915, it bids fair to be so. It is rather interest- ing to note that many of the Parisian dressmakers have ordered materials from the United States to use in their autumn collections. The shortage in woolen goods particularly is most apparent from the variety of uniforms worn by the French soldiers. The government has been obliged to use any material or shade it could get hold of. The old uniform with the red trousers continues to serve, and many of the soldiers are wearing nondescript uniforms, sometimes con- sisting of a blue coat and corduroy trousers in dark brown or gray, like those worn by the workmen of France. This lack of sufficient materials with which to clothe the soldiers is one of the pathetic instances of the war. There is a similar shortage of cotton, so there are not shirts enough to go round. The sections of France now occupied by the Germans were previously the great cotton as well as the great woolen producing textile centers of France One of the leading manufacturers of France, with fac tories at Bohain, has had no word from any of hisemployees there since the twenty-fifth of last August. On the eight- eenth of August there were eight hundred men employed in one factory. Up to now nothing is known of what hap pened tc these workmen, nor of where they went when that section was occupied by the Germans. Some of the manufacturers have installed looms in the district of Lyons, where they are now manufacturing in a small way I visited one of the ourroirs conducted by Mrs. Mygatt on the Boulevard Haussmann. This work began asa purely personal thing, and since then the work has been so heavy and the needs so great that donations from the friends of Mrs. Mygatt have been accepted. Mrs. Mygatt has made every sacrifice of personal luxury in order to give gener ously. She has dismissed all her servants except one, that being a soldier's wife who assists in the household affair To economize both labor and money she has closed such parts of her house as are not actually needed. More than two thousand packages have been distrib- uted, these consisting of warm clothing and other necessi- ties, such as surgical dressings, antiseptic remedies and toilet articles. All of the work of making the garments and preparing the packages is done by the unemployed mem- bers of soldiers’ families or by mobilized soldiers who, having given up their positions, have time to devote to this work. FRERES, PAR The Poputace is Quick to Recognize the Hero Upon Whom Honors Have Been Conferred ernors of the various cities In some instances commun cations have been opened up between members of these broken-up families. Mrs Mygatt has on record many letters that have been received from the soldiers at the front, thanking the ladies for articles that have been sent, asking for assistance in obtaining news of their families, and others asking that packages be sent them from the owrroir. Some of their letters are very interesting, and all of them are full of human touches High-Priced Restaurants the Cheapest HE Café de Paris is perhaps one of the liveliest places in Paris. The management there decided to make the beat of a bad bargain and has greatly reduced prices, continuing to serve good food and in good style The tables are crowded every day, a large proportion of the patrons being French and English soldiers, with a good representation of Americans, most of whom have come to Paris on business. There is also a sprinkling of womer among whom are to be noted certain of the well-known members of the half-world, very smartly dressed, but with all features of the costume toned and subdued to accord with the war spirit of the day Another popular place for luncheon is the Café des Am bassadeurs in the Champs Elysées Here, too, one finds gathering of very smart people, especially for the déje made up of the same class who frequent the Café de Paris ; tu Lnese wo in fact there is a sort of vibration between To-day these restaurants, which in ordinary times are very expensive, are much cheaper than are restaurant without their reputatior With few exceptions, restaurant prices are terribly hig n fact all war prices are high. One pays dearly in Par now for all luxuries. Hotel proprietors are perhaps not quite so still on the prices of their rooms, or are willing to better rooms for the same price. Thus if the minimun give in the hotel is seven francs for a room, you can get a bette room forseven frances to-day than in ordinary times; but a yet few of them have broken the minimum price, so one does not live cheaply in Paris. Editor's Note—The second article on Paris in Half-Mourning will appear in an early number Smiling-Faced Young Chaps Hobbie Along on Crutches, Proud of the Military Medat

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE SATURDAY EVENING POST REG. J. 6. PAT. OFF FOUNDED A°D' 1728 PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY BY THE CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY INDEPENDENCE SQUARE PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA, U.S.A. GEORGE HORACE LORIMER, EDITOR By Subscription $1.50 the Year. Five Cents the Copy of All Newsdealers. lo Caneds—By Subscription $1.25 the Year (Except in Toronto, $1.56). Single Copies, Five Cents. foreign Subscriptions For Countries in the Postal Union. Single Subscrip- thons, $3.25. Kemittances to be Made by International Postal Money Order. PHILADELPHIA, AUGUST 7, 1915 Effects of War T WOULD be agreeable to believe that a permanent and elevating change in European character was going to result from this war, but history forbids it. True, from end to end of the continent there has been devotion to a common ideal, self-abnegation, suffering firmly met and patiently endured. But men have been doing precisely that from the beginning of time. If meeting the demands of war unflinchingly exercised any such permanent effect upon human character as romanticists expect from this conflict, we should be mostly archangels by this time. Whatever Europe has been doing the past year, the United States did for four years; and the two decades following the Civil War form one of the least admirable chapters in our annals, After the Puritans came Charles Il. Stren- uous exaltation of spirit was followed by a nice wallow in the dirt. If this tremendous European experience were a new thing, we might hope—in spite of the uncomfortable fact that in the mass human character, whatever its experiences, changes very slowly— for some radical inclination upward of Europe's spiritual plane to follow it. But, in fact, war is one of the oldest experiences in the history of the human race. The people of Europe have been going through it periodically since Cwsar’s time—and before, for that matter. Reaction, spiritual and political, and hate are the common effects of war. That Spanish character was brutalized by the centuries-long contests with the Moors is at any rate a tenable theory. That all Europe will be worse for the war, in every important respect, is not only quite possible, but, unfortunately, most probable. - Borrowing in Ireland GOVERNMENTAL committee that spent two years studying rural credit in Ireland recently reported. The committee finds, of course, that theoretically coép- eration would afford the best solution of the problem. Everybody has known that since the enormous success of the Raiffeisen coéperative banks in Germany. The outstanding fact about those banks is that farmers in a given locality pool their credit, all standing surety for one another, and electing a management to pass upon appli- cations for loans—an important point in their decision being whether the money is wanted for a really useful purpose or for an extravagance. This necessarily implies that the codperating borrowers submit their affairs, to a large degree, to the scrutiny of their own neighbors; and that is precisely what many noncontinental farmers will not do, The committee finds, for example, that impecunious Irish farmers often resort to extraordinary and expensive hifts, exactly for the purpose of concealing their condition from their neighbors. They fall victims by the hundreds to city loan sharks, who deluge the rural districts with circulars and practice all the extortions peculiar to their trade. Another frequent shift is the “trust auction.” A farmer sends a cow or a horse to public auction, secretly arranging with a relative ora friend to bid the animal in. The putative buyer gives his ninety-day note, which is indorsed by the putative seller and discounted. Often the auctioneer is a bit of a loan shark on the side and will discount the paper at usurious rates. Then the supposed buyer sends the cow or the horse back to the supposed seller, who, when the note falls due, goes through the same operation again with some other secret partner, thereby raising money to pay the first note. Of course the expense, with discount, loss of time, auctioneer’s fees, and so on, brings the cost of the money up to a terrific rate. But the borrower saves his face before his neighbors, or thinks he does. Since the passage of the Irish Land Purchase Act in 1903 a great number of small tenants have become small landholders. Naturally they have great need of credit for their seasonal operations. Doubtless coéperation on something like the Raiffeisen plan would help them to it better than anything else. A movement in that direction was started a great many years ago, but so far has met with very small success. Retired Farmers CORRESPONDENT writes: “Can you find a country town anywhere in the Middle West that does not con- tain a number of retired farmers? Some towns seem to be half populated by them. Look over those same towns and see how many retired grocers, blacksmiths, plumbers, or even doctors or lawyers you can find. Is there any other trade or profession that produces so large a proportion of men who can retire while they are still in good physical condition, with enough capital to insure them comfortable maintenance for the rest of their days and a nice nest egg to leave their descendants?” Certainly there is no other trade or profession that pro- duces so large a number of men who do retire in the agree- able circumstances named. Very likely no other trade or profession produces so large a proportion, although that is simply guessing and there are six million farmers in the United States. There are nearly two and a half million farms worked by tenants, and in the last census period the number of farms worked by tenants increased twice as fast as the number worked by owners. In a good many cases a farm worked by a tenant means that the owner has retired. It is true that the farmer usually retires on a cash income that the lawyer, doctor, merchant or banker would consider inadequate; and probably the ambition to retire is stronger among farmers than among followers of most other trades or professions. The lawyer and the doctor keep on practicing even when they might manage to live without professional income; in the same circumstances the banker and the merchant stick to the shop, with shorter hours and longer vacations. They don’t want to give up the activities in which they are expert. Evidently, as a general sort of rule, they get more pleasure out of their business than the farmer gets out of his. Theoretically, farming, when a man is not driven by hard manual toil, should be the pleasantest of businesses. The cure for the retired farmer is to make the fact more nearly correspond with the theory. Uniform City Accounts INCE 1903 the census bureau has collected and pub- lished, yearly, fiscal statements of cities having thirty thousand inhabitants and upward. These reports, so far as they go, are uniform and comparable for all cities. The bureau furnishes uniform blanks and sends its agents to all the cities in order to reduce to common terms the various items of income, outgo, indebtedness, and so on. cities have adopted a scheme of accounting that conforms to the classifications and definitions prescribed by the census office. But most of them keep their own accounts and make their official reports in their own way. By turn- ing to the census report a man in one city can compare the leading fiscal facts of his municipality with those of some other municipality of about the same size and general condition. Yet if he takes up the detailed official report of his own city and tries to compare that with the official report of another like city, he may find them not comparable because the accounts are kept differently. The right thing would be to take the census blanks as a foundation and build upon them a uniform system of city accounting. Broadly speaking, our cities get their money in the same way and spend it for the same objects. In various instances statutory changes may be needed to per- mit a really simple, fully expressive system of accounting. But there is no good reason why city fiscal reports should not be as easily understood and as comparable as railroad reports are. Plenty of good reasons why they should be readily understood and strictly comparable will occur to anybody. At one time or another we have had a good many inquiries, especially from smaller cities, as to where a Some August 7, 1915 satisfactory scheme of city accounting may be found. No doubt the census bureau will cheerfully respond to all such inquiries. There is more meat in this subject than in some others that make much higher pretensions. The Disadvantage of Victory OR an undemocratic government, defeat in war may be a benefit to its subjects, while victory may be a curse. Thus Bebel wrote in his memoirs: “My view is that defeat in war is rather advantageous than disadvan- tageous to a people in our unfree condition. Victories make a government that stands opposed to a people arrogant and exacting. Defeats compel it to approach the people and win their sympathies. History shows that when the Prussian people, with great sacrifice of life and property, overthrew the rule of Napoleon and rescued the ruling dynasty, the latter forgot all the beautiful promises which in its hour of danger it had given to the people. Only after a long period of reaction did 1848 arrive, when the people were able to conquer what had been withheld from them for generations. Again, if Prussia had been defeated in 1866, Bismarck’s ministry and the rule of the aristocracy, which weigh like a nightmare upon Germany to this day, would have been swept away.” It is extremely probable that defeat for the Russian Government in this war would benefit the Russian people, while victory can hardly bring them anything but a heavier, bloodier tyranny. Defeat for Austria~-Hungary may well result in decided melioration of a government only less oppressive and benighted than that of Russia, while victory would probably vivify for some dolorous time the dead-alive Hapsburg incubus. We may be pretty sure that not through victory for the Kaiser’s arms will the people of Prussia win an equal franchise, or those of Germany a ministry responsible to parliament, while defeat would pretty surely bring a freer organization. We may reasonably expect that a victorious Junkerdom would extend the Zabern incident pretty widely over German soil. If there must be war, victory for democracy is its only possibly hopeful issue. Income-Tax Returns Pies two years’ operation the personal-income tax is rather disappointing. In the first fiscal year it yielded less than thirty million dollars and in the year ending with June last a little over forty millions. But as the levy in the first year applied to income for only ten months, against twelve months last year, the true gain is roughly twenty per cent. On last year’s basis the tax produces about six per cent of the Federal Government’s total revenue. It is pretty largely, moreover, a tax on certain well- to-do residents of half a dozen large cities. In the first year three hundred and fifty thousand returns were made, and nearly half of them came from New York, Pennsyl- vania, Massachusetts and Illinois. Twenty-one thousand persons reported incomes from twenty thousand to one hundred thousand dollars a year, and nearly thirteen thousand of them lived in those four states. As toincomes above one hundred thousand dollars, there were less than five hundred of them in the country outside the four states. Take the lowest range of taxable incomes—from three thousand to four thousand dollars a year: there were only six hundred of them in the two Dakotas the first year; less than eight hundred in the two Carolinas. These figures are typical. We cannot get ever being surprised at the comparative poverty of the United States, outside a few big cities, as disclosed by income-tax returns. More Comparative Poverty FE HAVE mentioned that a great part of the income tax comes from a few large cities; but in all the cities of the United States having thirty thousand inhabitants or more there ‘is only a little over four billion dollars of taxed personal property. In the group of largest cities Chicago stands high in the ratio of taxed personalty to taxed realty; but in Chicago the personal-property tax is astanding joke. Newspapers can run over to the assessor’s office any time they like and raise a moral certainty that no propertied citizen pays the personalty taxes which the law prescribes. Assessed valuation of real estate in New York is more than ten times that in Chicago; but New York’s taxed personalty is only one-third greater than Chicago’s. Of course the assessments are made on a different basis and in New York bonds and mortgages are virtually exempt. Yet the figures indicate how grotesquely the personal- property tax works out. To take two cities in the same state: Buffalo’s realty is valued at two and a half times that of Syracuse, but the personal property is barely forty per cent greater. Nobody is especially encouraging us in the hope, but we expect to see the personal-property tax go the way of Old Sarum.

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| { | THE OLD GENERAL R T IS said that the present war marks the passing forever of secret backstairs diplomacy. With the publishing of the various governments’ diplomatic correspondence, we are told, comes in a new era of simple, frank, above- board international negotiations. Henceforth all inter- national facts are to be laid before the public and the public is to be the final arbitrator. It is the profound regret of Uncle Sam that the new era did not come in sooner. It would have saved him all this imbroglio over blockade and submarine. Secrecy, con- spiracy and intrigue have been the curses of the war from the beginning. It is a question whether all parties to the great contest do not realize now that secrecy has been a stupid, costly blunder from the first. In a minor way this secrecy and intrigue have involved Uncle Sam in a war not of his making and have brought the curse perilously near his shores. If ever the United States is again confronted by such a world catastrophe as this war— which heaven forbid !— it is a pretty safe prediction that his first declaration will be for an end to the secrecy and intrigue that have spread like a network of underground wires to underground mines ever since the war began. If Uncle Sam becomes involved in war— which heaven forbid !—it will be owing to the underground work which has transferred to the United States a contest under cover almost as bitter as the one now going on in the trenches to the roar of thundering guns. If the Allies are beaten it will not be through lack of courage. It will be the direct result of criminal blunders masking under secrecy. If the Teutons are beaten they will owe their fate largely to the secret diplomacy that preceded the war. And if both sides withdraw from the struggle alike baffled, drained to the last drop of blood and last farthing of savings, they will owe their condition to the secrecy in which incompetence has concealed its own crime. Secrecy Everybody's Worst Enemy & A SHINING and beautiful example of what secrecy is masking, take the case of the military inspectors sent out from Europe to pass on the munitions of war being shipped from the United States. Let it be distinctly understood that comments apply as much to one side as to the other. Let it be understood that Germany is just as desperate for copper as the Allies are for shells. Examples of the desperate need on both sides can be given without num- ber. The few related here will suffice. Less secrecy and more sense, less departmental red tape and more red- blooded horse sense are what Uncle Sam demands in future international dealings. It is a pretty even guess that the world would never have believed if Lloyd George had not come out openly and declared that the Allies were being hampered and halted, not for lack of men but for lack of shells. Lemberg fell, not because the Russians failed to stand up to the fight, but By fi. C. Laut because they had not the ammunition; and Lloyd George put the blame directly and squarely on the workingmen’s shoulders. Hundreds of American plants are running only from forty to sixty per cent of their capacity. Hundreds of others refuse to touch war orders with tongs. Over thirty million dollars of war orders were turned down in Pitts- burgh. Why? And in those that have accepted the big orders the workmen are at it top speed, extra pay, three shifts every twenty-four hours, with bonuses to guaranty no strikes or lockouts while the contracts run, mostly for three years. So the workmen are not to blame for any lack of output in the United States. Where is the hitch? Let us follow a few secret war orders. In one plant forty thousand shells, at a cost of about eighteen dollars apiece, had been ordered according to specifications in Print I. When the inspector arrived to examine the shells he carried a print called II. The shells conformed to Drawing I; but specifications in Drawing | differed from specifications in Drawing II by five-ten- thousandths of an inch in the plugging of the shell’s nose, and the inspector rejected those shells. They will probably be bought later; but at the time they were rejected the country ordering them was suffering terrible casualties for lac k of shells. Something almost similar happened in an order for shells valued at eighteen dollars each. The purpose of these shells was to kill, not to demonstrate fine technical points to a class of students in a war college. The plug or stopper of these shells to keep the explosive in until fired had a sort of wire edge to its screw. The inspectors came. They declared this wire edge differed some thousandth part from the specifications. The men were instantly stopped on the work. A wire was sent for the chief inspector. Three days passed. Armies were dying in the trenches while the inspector $&pent nine days in comparing the gauge After three days’ confabulation and six days’ examination it was decided that the shell as manufactured was in better conformity to the master gauge and the specifications than as the inspector had demanded it. The stuff was needed desperately. In the meantime men were dying for lack of ammunition. All down the line of the fighting the cry was: “‘Shells—shells! Why did the British workman haggle? Did he know? Did he realize? Why were the shipments from America delayed? Did the manufacturer know that he who acts promptly acts ten- fold more effectively?” In justice to the inspectors let another case be given: In a shell factory seventy thousand dollars’ worth of shells was rejected by the inspectors. The plant forthwith fired a hundred hands, both men and women! Now, what was the inside truth? Shell making is a delicate technical art. Temper the container too high or too low, or give it differ- ent tensile strength on one side than on the other side, and with specifications. SATURDAY EVENING POST ic D-TAPE you may have a shell that will expand to heat and plug or burst your gun. That is exactly what happened in thi factory. The work was new to those men and women. They failed to temper the metal in the shell exactly right. It spread and plugged the gun. being wrapped in such mystery the blame was placed o the inspectors, where, in this case, it did not belong Or take another case: A certain very large firm had exported four and a half million pieces of ammunition The vessel carrying it was torpedoed. A rush order came by cable: “ Duplicate order; ship at once; steamer sailing next week.”” Now, did it ever strike you that you cannot duplicate an order by the click of a telegraph operator instrument? The manager called his assistants. Could they do it? At the end of half an hour they decided that by trebling their staffs and by doubling up work night and day they could do it, if no inspectors held them up and if there were no unreasonable rejections. Thefr plant was But because everything was pushed to top speed. Trucks, express wagons and freight cars were rushed to get the shipment to port. There was no lagging round that factory for a week; and there was little sleep for the manager and his assistant Putting Field Guns Through Their Paces WO days before shipment the inspectors came on the scene and the mandate went forth inspected.” “Stop? Did the Inspectors realize it wouid “Stop; it must be take every second of every day for a week to fill the order at all?” But the inspectors had breathed forth the man date “Stop!” with a manner suggesting that if they said it to the sun same sun would instantly stop and hide it light. The manufacturer instantly went over their heads and cabled to the War Board: “We have your order. We agree to fill it, but imspectors have ordered us stopped for inspection. What shall we do?” And the War Board made the cryptic answer: “‘ We shali attend to matter from this side.”” Instantly an order came in cipher to the inspectors calling them to rally to another part of the country on another job; the work went on; and the shipment was made. Another case was even more notoriously preposterous A certain government contracted with a company for so many pieces of small ammunition in a given time The inspectors insisted on a firing test. There were five million pieces of this ammunition. The inspectors insisted that five per cent of the entire order was to be tested, Now, the life of a field gun is only fifteen hundred shot either goes on the scrapheap or must be overhauled; the test meant two hundred and fifty thousand shot Please note that fact carefully. The inspectors, however, had brought only two guns to make the test-—-that is, they could not possibly fire more than three thousand of the two hundred and fifty thousand shots required by their specifications. Four more guns were sent Even suppose guns did not wear out-—will you please figure out how many mois it would take the inspectors Oid General Red-Tape and His Staff

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The bullets were to be tested chemically and then tested as a Western apple packer tests apples—by dropping them through an exact aperture for size. There were two million and a half pieces of ammunition to this order, and two hun- | dred balls to each piece—which, of course, | the American War Department. | pass. | were as thick as his head how many years | tells what kind of ammunition it was. In | a word, there were 2,500,000 by 200 little lead bullets to be punched through the in- -— »ector’s little test rings. Those that fell through passed; those that did not, did not Question: If the inspector’s fingers would it take him to complete that test? A certain company accepted an order to manufacture powder. Now, that company had ample facilities to manufacture powder in quantities to supply every one of the | belligerents in full quota for all possible needs. It could manufacture more powder than there are armaments to shoot it off. I suppose no one will deny that every single belligerent is desperate for powder; but this particular government must have pow- der made after a very particular formula different from any formula in the United States. The government would accept only this formula, and this formula required very special ingredients prepared in a very special way. “The time required for making pow- der depends on the size of the grains.” I quote from an officer high in the ranks of “To dry smokeless powder requires from thirty days to five months.”” Now, I donot know what particular powder this order called for; and if I did inadvertently find it out I should not be permitted to tell; but the insistence | on this formula delayed this contract easily by three or four months. If the govern- ment would have accepted the powder manufactured for the other nations—for the United States, for instance—that govern- ment could have had literally incalculable quantities almost instanter; but the in- spectors would accept only this formula. Arms Across the Sea Run over in your mind exactly what hap- pened to the Allied forces from November | to April, and why they marked time, and | you will have a faint idea what stupidity is doing in this case under the military mask of secrecy. As a matter of fact, this company is man- ufacturing for every single one of the bellig- erents. Nine out of ten of the belligerents can use the o-dinary powder. According to one nation’s inspectors, the tenth Power cannot use this powder. Strip aside the red tape and the gold braid and the pompous mask of secrecy, and what remains? As one manufacturer of war orders answered: “Technical asses who would be kicked off the doorstep of any American factory for incompetence.” The world knows now that it was per- fectly true that almost two million dollars was flaunted under the noses of Mr. Wil- | son’s advisers to get possession of the three hundred and fifty thousand condemned | Krag-Jorgensen rifles, and that the offer was scouted and utterly condemned by | President Wilson. The United States, as a government, will sell nothing to the bellig- | erents, however much private firms may sell if they can put the war orders across. | Both sides are literally famine-hungry for | those rifles. Take a run over the orders in the United States for rifles in May and June; ten thousand more men have been added to one group of factories to manufacture rifles. Eleven new factories have been erected at one plant. Another big company is giving its entire plant over to the manu- facture of rifles. Old rifles have been gath- ered up in Cuba and shipped to New York to answer the need. In one center the war order for guns with bayonets totals thirty- five millions; in another, twenty-seven millions; in yet another, twenty-two mil- lions. I do not know any way of comput- ing how many rifles have been ordered from the United States; but I do know that four or five of the biggest plants have orders enough for rifles to keep them going day and night for three years—and do not get EVENING POST it into your head that those orders are all for the Allies. Last October two million pieces of am- munition were wanted instantly—wanted desperately. An official buyer came post- haste across the sea. The manufacturers who could fill the order were summoned by wire. They could and would fill the order in- stantly. But the inspector seesawed until January. He compared prices. He kept up competition. He howled about “robber prices. Those manufacturers looked him over rather critically. They were being besieged with orders from nations that bought on the dot, decided on the instant, and paid on delivery at theshipside. After chasing him- self round in futile circles, and after costing his government a small fortune in cables, the buyer placed the order. The Underground-Wire System Do not run away with the idea that the war-order factories resent inspection. They | do not. They realize that shoes must not be paper-soled, and drugs must not be stale- bread pills, and wool must not be half cot- ton, and food must not be rotten proven- der, and leather for war must be of the strongest and best. fire and explosives explode; but what, they marvel, are the nations fighting for their | very lives doing in sending out some of the men that they do to handle the business? So much for what secrecy does in the system of inspecting war orders. It does still worse for the nations when they come to foot the bills. Take the leading metal orders alone. Spelter has literally been cornered. Lead has been jacked up a hun- dred per cent. Brass has jumped twenty- five per cent. The Allies pointed the finger at Germany and said: “ Plots!’ Germany pointed at the Allies and said: “Plots!” And there was a plot all right; it was the speculator working again under secrecy. As soon as the demand became apparent prices were jacked up twenty-five per cent. Why gid the big banks not protect their foreign customers from this sort of thing? Secrecy again—though it would puzzle some of the modern Miinchhausens, run- ning round the country with spy stories, to explain who is helped, or how, by the fool policy of secrecy; or who would be hurt, or how, by buying war orders openly and aboveboard in the open market by adver- tisements for tenders. “Ah—but the enemy! The other side would know! This kind of thing cannot be blazed out.”” Do you suppose for the frac- tion of a second that one pound of war orders goes to the Allies of which Germany does not know, or one pound of war supplies to Germany of which the Allies do not know? Spies, investigators, observers and detec- tives are everywhere, in the most curious underground conspiracy that ever spread its network over a neutral country. I asked an official member of the Allies’ buying staff how certain field guns had been tampered with between the time they left the United States and the time when they reached Salisbury Plain, where they re- fused to fire a shot. He did not know—had not heard of it; was cherubically innocent of any knowledge of it at all! Yet I had not been away from his department an hour before a third person began to bluff round to find out how I knew—or thought I knew. The underground wire had been touched before I left that office. The ship- ment was an important one. It was one consignment out of some thousand guns ordered. If he had asked me openly how I knew I should have told him, for I have found that the way to get anywhere in this world is not to coax and hoax under the table, but to play face up, aboveboard; so I let him draw his own inference, which was entirely false. The question is repeatedly asked: Why is it lawful for the Allies to ship war orders when it is not lawful for Germany? It is equally lawful for Germany; but the point is, English cruisers are watching the on of the sea—so Germany launches her policy of secrecy to get her war orders across, just | as the Allies maintain secrecy owing to | German spies; and the policy of secrecy has worked Germany even more mischief than it has the Allies. What good did it do | to ship copper in boatloads of toys to a | neutral port when the deception was dis- covered and subsequently set suspicion by the ears as to every shipment to a neutral port? 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into the customhouse to-day and sean the back lists of outward-bound manifests total- ing enormous supplies— cereals and copper and cotton? Yes—and look at it har chlorine and gaseous explosives in enormous quantities! “If you want to know whether So-and- So are manufacturing for Blank, look it up and see whether they ship cordite to neutral countries,” advised a gunpowder expert. I did; and I found cordite and chlorine in the outward-bound manifests of neutral ships. Granted that the German American who accumulated empty beer barrels for years against the day when his home land would need them to transfer oil by barrel instead of by bulk did a good job for his Fatherland; for the barrels have all been used to neutral countries. The secret way he did it has set Dame Rumor agog with sleepless suspicion and tireless lies. The Allies do not need to falsify ship manifests to get their war orders across, for their cruisers patrol the seas; but Ger- many, to get her war orders, had to ship under a neutral flag to a neutral port, and, to avoid capture by the British cruisers, attempted to conceal the real nature of the shipments. Take the case of the copper and rubber sent out in cotton. This happened with a British steamer. You will admit it would have been rather a stroke to get contraband across to Germany under the British flag; but the British consul had been examining cargoes in British ships with X rays. Eleven bales of cotton passed the X-ray test. The twelfth looked queer. It was opened and in a hundred and seventy bales of cotton waste were found an average of three hun- dred pounds of crude rubber to the bale. The shipment was withdrawn. This case of deception violated Federal law. The spon- sors for the plot pleaded guilty and were fined five hundred dollars and three hundred dollars each. Before the German cruisers had been chased off the sea, or interned off the At- lantic, they naturally needed coal and sup- plies. Steamers under neutral flags cleared from New York and Philadelphia for Bue- nos Aires and Africa. They did not go to Buenos Aires and they did not go to Africa. They went out to the German sea rovers that have since been interned or sunk and handed over the supplies to them. This was sailing under false manifest. It was also violating the American neutrality laws. In some of those ships was con- cealed copper not in the manifests. These cases are now before the Federal courts. It is to the same category of foolish se- crecy that the passport frauds belong. German reservists, of whom there were hundreds of thousands in the United States, had a perfect right to go home to fight for their Fatherland; but when the German ships were suddenly interned, and the Brit- ish cruisers suddenly loomed off the Atlantic coast, the question was how to get those reservists across. The best friends of Ger- many to-day acknowledge that the passport frauds were a great mistake. They have ended in three-year terms at Atlanta. There is another kind of secrecy that is not so innocent. It is hardly possible this campaign can have been the work of indi- vidual enthusiasts. Every factory pro- ducing war orders is having unexpected labor difficulties, unaccountable del ays, fires, explosions, accidents. Reference has been made to the big guns spoiled be- tween the factory and Salisbury Plain There was also an explosion in this plant among the men making fuses. At another point, where twelve new factories are going up to fill war orders, there has been strike after strike among the workmen. Take the well-known case of a plant being built for the production of an ex- plosive. The contract for the delivery of the explosive runs for two years. The factory was to be erected this summer, complete in every detail. Strike followed strike; delay succeeded delay. One day a shipment of bricks did not come. Another day the cement had gone astray. Ovens went wrong. It became apparent that the factory was being purposely delayed. Neither side courted the exposure of inves- tigation. One side did not want it known that it was obtaining the explosive here. The other side did not want it known that its own agents had hampered the delivery according to contract. The builder was paid off ninety per cent on what he had fin- ished, with ten per cent holdback against future discoveries of flaws in construction. This was one of the foremost plants in the world. A guncotton plant has had three fires in three months. A Canadian arsenal has been dynamited. A shell plant in the state of New York has had to build a stockade sixteen feet high to keep out trespassers; and one of the largest powder plants has five hundred detectives on guard—one hundred mounted—day and night. I do not fancy that this plant maintains such numbers of guards solely owing to spy-and- lie-phobia. Another curious coincidence! A lot of machinery— seven hundred pieces, valued at a thousand dollars each—was ordered for the Allies from a plant in the Middle West. It reached shipside damaged secretly in a way that would render it use- less in action. If there had been no secret diplomacy there would have been no war; and if the mask could be torn from the secrecy shroud- ing intrigue to-day, it is a safe guess that the duration of the war could be materially shortened. THE HOHENZOLLERNS AT HOME (Continued from Page 7) the most surprised person in the world if his dearly beloved soldiers had taken him at hisword. Anyway, they did not; therefore, some of them could not afford to hire cabs or pay their tailors. As one witty Princess re- marked: “ All their gold is on their collars.” In return for the pleasant parties they provided for him—the only parties the Kaiser really enjoyed—the Kaiser treated his officers with special consideration. Part of his theory of statecraft was to uphold the military caste. A civilian in his eyes was little better than a lackey. I once heard him seriously discuss with the Empress the advisability of making civilians give up their seats in tramcars to men in uniform. Woe to the unfortunate commoner who quarreled with a person wearing stripes on his arm! Justice then was set aside for the sake of discipline, as the Emperor was so fond of repeating. A case in point, which many still remem- ber, was the famous quarrel in a café, where an officer drew his sword and grievously wounded an unoffending professor or doctor because the latter refused to move from a table desired by his betters. The officer went unpunished because, as William ex- jlained to us: “It is necessary that the = of the army be upheld at all costs.” Is it any wonder that the Prussian officer has become intolerably overbearing? Christmas always interrupted the official entertainments at the Berlin Court. It was the one season when the Kaiser stepped down from his pedestal, as it were; rather, I should say, he chose to play a new rdle. The imperial manner was laid aside and he acted—for he was always acting, though often, I believe, unconsciously—like an ordinary kindly human being. The young Hohenzollerns wrote their | Herz-zettels, as other German children did, | several weeks before the great feast of the year. Then various shops in Berlin were commanded to bring a selection of novelties to the palace, and these were put on exhi- bition in one of the big salons. We ladies enjoyed immensely helping to arrange the beautiful — and knicknacks for inspec- tion. The Empress herself came to “our bazaar,” as we called it, often bringing the Emperor with her to help choose gifts for everybody. Naturally we ladies wislied to make some return for what we were about to receive; but how to do it was a problem. To offer anything of value to Her Majesty was for- bidden; so those who could embroider or paint prepared some bit of work. Person- ally, being unable to do either, I simply offered a book to my pupil, the little Prin- cess Louise; and many an anxious moment I spent in choosing it. 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Genera) Contractors: Mosier & Summers, Roofers: Keiker Blower Co. Photo by A, H. Schaefer, (Continued from Page 25) thought that too radical. Finally an in- | offensive novel by Pierre de Coulevain was judged by everybody to be perfectly in- nocuous, with the added advantages of being written in French and instructive about the United States. On the twenty-third of each December the Kaiser was pleased to go on what he called a Santa Claus expedition. The court marshal provided him with a pocketful of new silver crowns, and he strolled out of the palace gates, without even an equerry, and | distributed them to the poor men and women he met. On the twenty-fourth Holy Evening, the Germans called it—the great Christmas celebration took place in the castle itself. Dinner was at half past six, and after- ward we all gathered in a big hall that had been transformed into a glittering forest, with stars entangled in the branches of the trees—for there were twenty or thirty ever- greens, all glittering with ice powder. The two largest in the center were for the Kaiser August 7, 19/5 whatever it lacked in brilliance, was at bot- tom remarkably sweet. I refer to the terrible plague of anonymous letters that inundated the Court shortly before my arrival. Some malicious person attacked everybody in the palace. Hundreds of scurrilous anonymous communications were distributed, and in- nocence was no protection, for the most harmless actions were twisted into scandals. No wonder the Empress was shocked and grieved! There was, I believe, an elabo- rate inquiry into the whole affair. Still, many innocent reputations suffered. The friends of royalty are few and far between. If the Empress wished te ask the same lady to tea with her several times, the Grand Mistress was at her elbow to remind her: “‘Your Majesty has already ‘com- manded’ Countess So-and-So once this sea- son. Perhaps it would be as well not to cause jealousies.” Such a curtailment of personal liberty, which would be intolerable to a commoner, appeared to be only slightly annoying to the Kaiserin. She probably was used to it. yyy Yy and Kaiserin, andinfrontofeachwasatable From childhood somebody had always told covered with a beautiful old lace cloth, on her what she might not do; and, now that which the presents were set out unwrapped. she was a Crowned Head and a grand- On the right was the tree for the Crown mother, she got a scolding if she drove with Prince, his wife and their children; on the one of her own children unaccompanied by WY 20 years of service— without maintenance expense of any kind ERE is the handsome new High School at Buffalo, New York—a fine example of hrst-class, modern construction throughout. It 1s covered with a Barrett Specification Roof. Now that the roof is completed it will not be necessary for the authorities to give any further thought to it for twenty years or more. It will require no painting, no repairs, no maintenance cost of any kind. These roofs take the base rate of insurance and are approved by the Underwriters’ Laboratories. It is a bit unusual, perhaps, to find that the cheapest, permanent roof to build is also the dest roof—yet that is the case with Barrett Specifica- tion Roofs. Their low cost and long life account for their high standing and popularity with first- class engineers, architects and roofers. To be sure of getting a Barrett Specification Roof on your building, send to our nearest office for a copy of The Barrett Specification with diagrams and incorporate same in your building plans. We should like to send every architect, engineer and building owner a copy of the Underwriters’ Laboratories report on Barrett Specification Roofs. Address our nearest office. Special Note: We advise incorporating in plans the full word ing of The Barrett Specification, in order to avoid any mis understanding. If any abbreviated form is desired, however, the following is suggested: ROOFING Shali be a Barrett Specification Roof laid as directed in printed Specification, revised August 15, 1911, using the materials specified and subject to the inspection requirement. BARKETT MANUFACTURING COMPANY New York Chicago Philadelpbia Boston St. Louis , Cleveland Cincinnati Putsburgh Detroit a Birmingham Kansas City Minneapolis Sak Lake City Seattle Tue Paveeson Meo. Co., Limited: Montreal Toronto Winnipeg “<A Vancouver St. Joba, N. B. Halifax, N. 8. Sydney, N. 5S, Round House of Indiana Harbor Belt Railroad, Blue Island, Illinois Engineers: Gale Installation Co. Roofers: Knickerbocker Construction Co, Chicago, Il Chicago, Tl.

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I still recall my delight at finding a lovely set of furs on my table the first Christmas I spent in Berlin—a mink stole and muff, which I had unthinkingly admired six months before when we were looking at | some fashion papers with the Empress. Perhaps we appreciated most of all, how- ever, the spirit of friendliness that pervaded the gathering. No one who has not lived at Court can know how good it felt to forget etiquette for one day in the year, to laugh naturally, to realize that rivalries and en- mities were buried—and to see the Kaiser himself beam an atmosphere of geniality and generosity, like any other well-to-do father of a family. Yes, I am sure all of us felt sorry when the gathering broke up after a hymn was sung in deference to the wishes of the Empress. There was no doubt that the Empress was a deeply religious woman. She liked to go to church and the Kaiser liked to have her do so. “Such things are suitable for women,” he sometimes remarked. Also, she continually knit socks and mittens for the poor; but while her fingers were busy with her knitting her ears were open to all sorts of gossip; for Germans, as a rule, are infinite tattlers. Called Down by the Empress “Believe me, it is unsafe to be even rea- | sonably polite to a person who wears trou- sers anywhere near Augusta Victoria,”’ the Princess ——— flippantly remarked on one occasion in my hearing. Ridiculous! Impossible! I thought. But not a bit of it! A week later I received a sharp reprimand for sitting on a sofa | after dinner with one of the chamberlzins. Countess von Brockdorff sent for me next morning. “The Empress saw you sitting on a sofa with Herr von last evening,”’ she be- gan, like an inquisitor. “Certainly! I admit it. Was it not a very harmless proceeding, with fifty other | people in the room?” “T am the best judge of that!" she re- marked. “ And all I can say is that it would not have been tolerated for a moment ex- cept that you are a foreigner. In Germany no unmarried woman ever sits on a sofa, and no respectable married woman who does so permits a man to sit beside her.” I took the hint and never repeated this breach of the conventions. In her earlier years, I have been told, the | Empress was far less strict than in my day. | A bitter experience considerably changed | the natural kindness of a character that, a lady in waiting. Too Many Royal Relatives Incredible as it seems, this actually hap- pened once at Potsdam. The Empress, her daughter and a lady in waiting went by carriage to visit the Crown Princes., who lived quite near, in the park. Arrived at her destination, Augusta Victoria dismissed her attendant thoughtlessly, saying she in- tended to make a long stay. Several hours passed pleasantly in gossip before the Em- press got into her landau again and drove back to the palace with her daughter— alone. The matter jeame to the Emperor’s ears. “What!” he exclaimed in anger. “The Kaiserin was seen out unattended! What were you thinking of, Dona’’—turning to his trembling spouse—“‘ to so far forget the dignity due to my position?’ Not “your position,” please note, but “mine.’”’ The turn of thought is wonderfully characteristic of William. “But at Potsdam life is less ceremonious than in town,” stammered the Empress, excusing herself. As a matter of fact, it was ir. many ways, and there was general satisfaction when we moved out from the dreary Berlin residence. The young princes liked it, because they could safely smoke cigarettes in the gar- dens, whereas in Berlin they were obliged to crawl under the state bed in some little- used apartment when they wished to in- dulge in this distraction. The Kaiser liked it for its memories of Frederick the Great, the illustrious ancestor whom he fondly imagined he resembled. The Kaiserin en- joyed the comparative privacy of the pic- turesque old town, the cheerful chime of the famous Garrison Church, and the quaint picturesqueness of her sunny apartments. The place would have been a paradise on earth had it not been for the imperial rel- atives. That the various branches of the Hohenzollerns were not united was an open secret. How could they be? The Kaiser's quarrels with his mother tore the clan into factions years before; but that did not pre- vent the different members of the family from calling on each other—and at Pots- dam they were all neighbors. Quite often the Kaiser disturbed the peace of a daughter- in-law by dropping in on her in the morn- ing, ostensibly for a chat, but actually to see what was going on in her household. Or the Kaiserin’s sister, Princess Frederick Leopold, of Prussia, came over from her own beautiful palace to see Augusta Victoria. These visits usually ended in a violent quar- rel, carried on in whispers while the ladies in waiting present tried to make believe they noticed nothing. William adopted an attitude of strict im- partiality as regards these bickerings. They rather amused him; but he felt very differ- ently toward relatives of an older gen- eration whom he suspected of trying to patronize him. Just for this reason he heartily disliked his uncle, Edward VII, of England. His enmity began over a mere trifle, as William’s enmities often did. One night, after listening to the Kaiser’s tirade against the Socialists, King Edward put his hand indulgently on the imperial shoulder and remarked: “Dear nephew, calm yourself!” If a look could have killed Edward’s reign would certainly have come to an abrupt end.

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THE SATURDAY At another time the English king com- | mitted the unpardonable sin of keeping the | head of the Hohenzollerns waiting when | His Britannic Majesty came to pay a state visit to Berlin. Though fog delayed his land- ing—which was not Edward’s fault—the | Kaiser greeted his guest on arrival with | the utmost coldness. “Our uncle,” he afterward remarked to | the Kaiserin, “evidently thinks he can keep me kicking my heels round a railroad sta- tion for an hour on a flimsy excuse.” Some months later, so the story joes, | when he returned the state visit, he paid Edward back by deliberately refusing to leave his yacht until an hour after schedule time, though it was a fine sunny day. William the Absolute considered that, | having invited a guest, sufficient honor had been done, and that a command gave him the right to treat the commanded like a sergeant or corporal under majesty’s orders. A case in point was the torchlight pro- cession held some years ago in honor of the victory at Sedan—a ceremony, by the way, which many deputations of peace lovers had vainly implored him to abandon. Cer- tain privileged people were allowed to view the maneuvers from the palace windows—a condescension that was dearly bought. I suppose somebody reasoned that to be so honored, and made comfortable into the bargain, was too much for ordinary mortals. | At any rate, orders were given to the troops lining the Unter den Linden to stop all traffic a mile from the palace. Here, in spite of cards countersigned by the cham- berlain, everybody was rudely told to alight from the carriages and motors and proceed on foot. That it had begun to rain, and that the ladies had been told to appear in slippers and trained gowns, white gloves and ostrich feathers, made not the slightest difference. They were ordered to walk and walk they did. Entertained by Royalty Moreover, this was not the end of incon- veniences. On arrival at the palace gates husbands and wives, who had both re- | ceived the same card of admission, were | separated, the ladies being sent upstairs | palace for everybody? and the men kept out on the terrace below in the rain and forbidden to put up um- brellas. Was there no room, then, in the Not at all. Only the ladies were permitted to see the pro- cession from the windows of various state bedrooms—and the Empress did not con- sider it proper for men and women to look out of windows together in an apartment where there was a bed—yes, even a state bed. The Emperor had a mania for traveling. It was said that formerly, when he could not find an excuse for going farther afield, he would sometimes spend a night in his railroad carriage in the Berlin station, until the comic papers made too much fun | of him and nicknamed him Runabout Wil- liam, or William the Fidget. Of late years the Kaiser had grown more adept at finding pretexts for leaving his capital. Practice makes perfect, I suppose. Either he found somebody to visit or he held maneuvers somewhere—or he organ- ized a gigantic shoot—anything to vary a humdrum existence. Much to her annoy- ance, the Kaiserin was seldom invited to accompany him. She remained at home with the children, and found what diversion she could in her knitting and in after-dinner musicales, which William would not toler- ate when he was at home. Unlike the | Empress, he had no patience with music unless he composed it himself. She filled up some lonely hours by writ- ing to her husband every day; but he sel- dom answered. News of his health and of his exploits was sent to her through a Court chamberlain. “T don’t care a rap,” I have heard het remark with vexation, “how many deer the Emperor has killed or how many army corps he has annihilated; but I do want to know how often he thinks of me and the little ones.” To complain was useless. “My dear Dona,” was William’s inva- riable reply, “be reasonable! How can you expect me, after the excitement of the chase, to sit down and write letters? Or do you imagine that after the strain of maneuvers, when I have invented strategic combina- tions which astonished even my best gen- erals, I am in a fit state to inquire about Adalbert’s measles?” That the Kaiser did sometimes astonish his best generals was perfectly true—but

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Field Marshal | Count Haeseler, the second Moltke, was so annoyed with His Majesty after the great maneuvers in 1897 that he let out the truth to a Reichstag deputy. “The Kaiser arranged most magnificent battles, each ending like the combat be- tween the fabulous lions, whose tails alone remained on the field; but, as to the burial of the dead, if the Emperor's theories were followed out I cannot imagine who would attend to it. Suppose, for the sake of argu- ment, that the nations of the Triple Alli- | ance were to march on toa battlefield under | the War Lord’s guidance. Why, after two | or three battles such as we fought in Ba- | varia this summer, with vast serried ranks of infantry marching forward, tambour battant, and cavalry and artillery swallow- | ing bullets like pea soup, not a soul would | remain alive! “It is my humble opinion,’’ Count Hae- | seler was quoted as saying, with his dry, sar- | castic smile, “that our enemies would either have to turn gravediggers or die of plague, because evidently the dead never entered into His Majesty’s calculations.” Now that real war has come, and we hear how the Kaiser rushes frantically from front to front, I cannot help feeling pity for his poor generals who have the double responsibility of keeping him out of danger and preventing him from interfering with their plans. For he still thinks himself a greater strategist than any of them, just as he thinks himself foremost in every- thing—as a composer; as an architect; even as a judge of antiques—his horrible mistake over the Flora bust notwithstand- own connection with the Berlin Court ceased some years ago, when the ed- ucation of the Princess Louise was com- pleted; but from what I saw of life there in times of stress, such as the above- | mentioned Agadir crisis, I can imagine | what it must be like at the palace in these dark days. What the Kaiserin thinks of | war, which has hung like a black shadow | over her life for many years, is an open secret. It has always been a nightmare to her—a nightmare doubly terrible because she, better than anyone else, knows her | husband’s character, with its streak of ex- | citability and recklessness. She knows, too, that his health is far from robust. | | Moreover, like most royalties, she is super- | stitious; and an old prophecy warns her | that 1915 is an unlucky year for the | Hohenzollerns. The Toadstone Ring When I am asked whether the Kaiser | wished for war I can truthfully answer I do not know. No one can know; for, judging his character from long acquaintance, I believe he himself hardly knew At times I have heard him talking loudly about conquering the world: at other times he posed with equal vehemence as the universal peacemaker. A passing mood often determines his attitude toward the gravest matters. Of one thing only I am certain, and that is, having embarked on war, the Kaiser cannot conceive of the possibility of failure. Should he fail after all, the blow to his vanity and pride will be vital. 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EVENING POST rarily, just for us. Why, his half- bot er is an English lord, and some day, when Willis has money enough, he’s going over to England to claim the estates and the title.” : “Fine! Fine!’’ Obadiah cried, thinking of his story. “Oh, he is! A hero! Why, he was going over to Belgium to fight with King Albert, but—but then he met me, you know, and— and he just couldn’t go. Oh, he’s ‘simply wonderful!” she exclaimed. “Simply won- derful, Willis is!” Obadiah E. looked at the eager young face in front of him, and straightway he knew that a certain snappy, breezy story of a famous elopement would never be writ- ten by him. For helplessness is a most for- midable sword in the hands of youth, and has a nasty trick of cutting through to the heart when least expected. And then again, there was that debt he owed. “Drat it all!” he snapped beneath his breath. “Suppose she was my girl, and some slick sharper like Willis was ge pull the wool over her eyes —— thought was a signal. In his mind a cur- tain arose and he saw himself in a new, a more glorious, a more appealing réle—a puissant knight coming to the rescue of beauty in distress; and without giving himself another moment’s reflection he lunged headlong into this new part. “So e calls himself Willis now, does he?” he asked, and he laughed with derision. x HE girl looked at him, her wistful eyes round with reproach; and glancing at the white canvas of her face, Obadiah E. conceived the ambition of painting upon it a maximum number of emotions in a mini- mum space of time. “Why, of course he calls himself Willis,”’ she said. “ Willis Regis—that’s his name.” “Yes, that’s his name now, I know. But he had another name last year, and he’ll probably have another one next. Why, young lady, that man was driving a taxi in Boston while you were in your short dresses yet.” “Q-0-0-oh no-0-0-0!” “You think he’s a brave one, do you? Why, he’s the meanest coward that ever drew breath, and I’m going to prove it to you inside of half an hour. He’s a woman beater too. Why, you only left Boston a few hours ago, and he’s quarreled with you already !’ She stopped and stared. “There!” he cried. “* You know he did!” He slammed his desk a mighty blow and shouted: “And if he’s raised his voice at you already, how long do yqu think it will be before he hits you in the face?” **He wouldn't dare!” “Wouldn’t he? Didn’t he dare to run away with you in a car that didn’t belong to him? Heh! Assault—and battery and burglary always go hand in hand” smote his desk another terrific blow— you know it as well as I do!” Something of this perhaps found a faint echo in her own théughts, for she looked at Obadiah E. much as a doubtful scholar looks at the schoolmaster who is just beginning to prove that the inhabitants of China don’t walk upside down. Monn you, said— -you’d prove—he was a cow “So. I will! He’ll be back soon. You stay on this side of the partition, where he won’t see you, and after I’ve shown you what he is you just take the first train back home and forget him!” She almost whimpered then, the whimper- ing of a child who is frightened of the dark. “Oh, but I couldn’t go home!” she said. “Why not?” “If you only knew how strict father is! Oh, he’ll never forgive me—never!” “Pooh-pooh!”’ he scoffed with a large scorn. “Your father’ll never know. Tell him you heard Deckerville was 'zoing to be flooded’ out, and you came to see if you could help the poor people.” “Yes—but don’t you see? — hedischarged Willis yesterday—because—you know. And when he finds we came together ——”’ “He won't find out! I'll chase Willis off with a flea in his ear, and who else knows? I'll tell your father you came on the train.” “Yes—but don’t you see?—the car’s | down there, and only Willis drives it!” The car indeed was an unchallengeable | fact, large and imposing to the sight even he “and

August 7, 1915 THE LOCAL CORRESPONDENT (Continued from Page 10) in the gloom below. Obadiah E. felt a check as he looked it over, a check that only made him the more resolved to win the game in which he had taken a hand. “If the flood would wash it away!” he grumbled, and a quivering little prickle - up and down his back. “Yes, yes! chuckled in his wicked old soul. not? The dam’s got to go sometime! Why not now?” A dramatic solution, this, which appealed to every fiber of his action-loving heart. Almost blindly he snatched up a lantern and hurried to the door. “You stay here!’’ he commanded over his shoulder. “I’m going to have another look at that dam!” x! UT into the night went Obadiah E., his lantern describing agitated parabolas in the darkness. “You're a fool!”’ he fiercely told himself. “You're spoiling the best story of an elope- ment that ever was written!” “I know it,”” he as fiercely answered, “and I need the money too.” “If you bust the dam they'll close the .Deckerville station, and then you'll need every cent you can scratch together,” he told himself again with another vicious flirt of the lantern. “I know it, I know it,” he sadly answered, “but I guess I always was an old fool.” He reached the floodgate—that gate which was opened to the uttermost notch in order to afford a by-pass for the last possible gallon of water, and so relieve the pressure upon the bulging dam. “Let’s see how much she’s riz,” he grumbled, hoiding his lantern against the side of the gate. ‘“‘What?” he groaned. “What? Yes, by Hesper, I might have known it! ; I don’ t believe she’s rising as fast as she was! There might be a chance yet—not much of a chance—but some! And then mebbe there isn’t a chance at all! If it started to rain again He looked up at the cloudy sky, and he looked back at the lights of the railway station— that comfortable little palace from which, as cadi, he dispensed the high, the low and the middle justice throughout Deckerville and its environments. “ And suppose it didn’t bust,”” he thought. “‘ What about her?” And, looking down at the headlights below, he cursed the stolid evidence of that immovable limousine. Round the curve from Paxson the bob- bing light of a lantern heralded the return of the chauffeur, and at the same moment a few drops of rain began to fall. “It's a sign!” cried Obadiah to himself. “It’s a sign!’’ And he shook his fist at the dark- ness below him with the abandon of a man who reads his fate. “It'll bust anyhow!” he roared back to the roaring water and, grasping the lever, he slowly and steadily forced down the floodgate. Ordinarily it would have been a task almost beyond his strength, but Obadiah E., straining every muscle in his system, felt something of the inspiration that came to Samson when he pulled down the pillars of the temple. “Down!” he muttered. “Now another notch! Now another! This is for John J. Decker—drat him! There! This is for the girl! This is for the debt I owe! This squares me—for the slip I made once with those dratted birds! Down one more! Wow another! Now again!” A new note gradually came to the thun- dering water, deeper, more powerful, as the full force of the water was directed over the weakened masonry. “There!’’ he muttered, locking the lever in the last notch. “I'll give you five min- utes.” And, hailing the approaching chauffeur, he shouted: “‘Hey, you! Come into the deppo a minute! I’ve news for you from John J. Decker, Esquire!” xi HAT do you mean—news from John J. Decker?” asked the chauffeur, following into the station. He had left the tin of gasoline on the platform outside and, though he was frowning a fierce-looking frown, there was a note of apprehension, of fear, in his voice as well. Hidden behind the partition sat the wistful-eyed Miss Decker, all ears to hear, already defending her hero in advance. “Son,” said Obadiah E., “the game’s up. Mr. Decker and a constable are down there “

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behind the trees, and you're going to be arrested as soon as you touch that car.” “Like thunder I am! That girl came of age last week—see?”’ “Yes, yes. But the car isn’t of age. The car’s quite young yet. You understand me. They’ve got it framed up to arrest you for running away with the car—not with the girl. Grand larceny, I think they call it.” Whereupon, briskly harking back to Adam, the fiercely frowning young man availed himself of the immemorial alibi. “She told me to take the car—see? There’s no grand larceny when you're following orders like that!” “Son, forget it. You're broke, and old man Decker’s got his millions. You've skipped off with the car, and he'll swear you swiped it. You know you were dis- charged yesterday. You know that as well as I do.” “Say, that talk doesn’t scare me any- see? She can get me out of it. If I’m pine hed she’s pinched too.’ “Don’t you believe it, Willis. She’s sitting in the car there now, w aiting to tell you what she thinks about you. They’ve been looking you up, Willis, and they’ve told her your record. That English nobility joke was a good one while it lasted, but nobody’s laughing at it any more. They’ve got your record from the year one, and she wants to tell you what she thinks about it. You never worked as a chauffeur before, did you? Oh, no! You weren't driving a taxi and dodging the cops in Boston for years!’ : The frown deepened on the young man’s face, and so did the look of apprehension in the depths of his eyes. Obadiah E., straining his ears to the turmoil outside, caught a new, quick, troubled notein the roar of the water. Looking through the window he saw that the rain had stopped, that the moon was breaking through the clouds. “Come here!” he said, beckoning the other to the window. “There’s the car on the bridge. See it? You go down there and you're arrested. You couldn’t get the girl in that car to marry you now for a million collars, because she knows you're a crook. T “here’s only one way you can get out of this with money in your pocket, and if you want to hold old man Decker up for a couple of thousand, I can show you how to do it.” “How?” “Easy! I’m local correspondent for over fifteen newspapers. We'll get old man Decker up here and tell him we want two thousand dollars. If he pays it you'll go away and there'll be no scandal. But if he doesn’t pay it, or if you’re arrested, we'll put the whole thing in the papers and dis- grace the girl’s name as long as she lives. How’s that?” “That depends. How much of the two thousand are you looking for?” “We'll split it, half and half.” “Is that so! Say, who’s taking all the risk of going. . . . Say! . .. What's that?” “Dam’s broke! ! Look at the car!” A swirling wall of water leaped at the bridge on which the empty car was standing, and bridge and car disappeared togetherinto the flood. The chauffeur suddenly turned, all the romantic ferocity gone from his face, and a desperate desire to depart written there large instead. He sprang to the door, and the next moment he had started down the track away from Deckerville, with all the earmarks of an earnest man who has only half a minute to put a continent behind him. “Didn't I tell you?” shouted Obadiah to the girl, who was coming out of her hiding place with a hanging head. “ Didn’t I tell you what he was? Look at those houses go! Just look at them go!” And intent upon his coming scoop he ran to the chair in front of the telegraph instruments. Dam’s broke! Look! xi BADIAH E. settled himself in his chair and arched his hand above the tele- graph key, but even while he was drawing toward him those six neat piles of manu- script he knew he wasn’t going to send those stories of the breaking of the Decker- ville dam. “I busted it,” he thought, “and if I try to make something out of it now it'll look to mother as if I drowned the village just to make a few dollars for myself — mother knows me.” He saw himself, then, as a Homeric figure of Spartan rectitude and made a wry face at the apparition. “All the same,” he thought, “I want to square that old account,” and, groaning fortissimo, he removed himself from temptation by tearing his stories into shreds and throwing THE SATURDAY them under the table. “T'll get old man Decker instead,’ * he said, and after making a few minatory flourishes over the key he | tapped off the following message: “John J. Decker, Commonwealth Ave., Boston. Deckerville dam broke. washed away. Come at once. Your daughter here nearly caught in wreckage. Injury and damage not yet ascertained. Obadiah E. Middleton.” “That'll get him,”’ he winked to himself. “Can't tell from that whether his daughter's hurt or not. Now we'll see how thick his hide is.” Another inspiration struck him, struck him so forcibly that he leaped to his feet and shouted a shrill “Hurrah!” “Say!” he cried, spinning round toward the girl. “What's the name of that young doctor you were telling me about the one in Boston—you know — “Oh! Dr. Edgar J. Lapham.” “ Address?” Beacon Street. Why?” But he had turned to his telegraph key and was already sending a wire to the doctor: “Deckerville carried away by flood. Miss Fanny Decker here nearly caught in wreck. Extent damages not yet ascertained. Have wired her father. Get in touch with him and come at once. This message con- fidential. Obadiah E. Middleton.” “Confidential!” he beamed, smacking his lips over the last word. And in truth it Village | appeaied to him as few words could, savor- | ing, as it did, of secrets, intrigues, mac hina- tions, plots and counterplots. “By the Lord Harry!” he chuckled, “but I’m cer- tainly stirring things up to-night! What a night! What a night! I'll give old man Decker half an hour to answer.” But in less than twenty minutes the reply came cracking over the wire: “Leaving Boston special train. Do everything possible Miss Decker. Am bringing doctor. John J. Decker.” Obadiah E. sprang to his feet and banged the table with the flat of his hand. “Yes, mother, yes!”’ he shouted. “I always knew it!” “Knew what?” he asked, deepening his voice. “If it hadn’t been for those dratted | birds, I could have been President of these United States! And you know it, too, mother, as well as I do!” “D-d-d-did you speak to me?” Miss Decker in a frightened voice. “Speak to you?” he demanded, spinning round. “No. I forgot you were there. Just heard from your father—he’s coming. What are you chattering your teeth for?” “T d-d-don’t know. I'm afraid I have a chill. It’s the excitement, I guess.” “Feverish, too, from the flush on her face,” he exulted, rushing upstairs for blankets. “Oh, but I can see the hand of Providence in this!” asked xIv OMMODORE DECKER’Sspecial train covered the ninety miles in a little more hen an hour and a half. He was a large, impressive man, more like an institution than a human being, gray and dignified like some old lion who regards himself as un- speakably superior to the other beasts. “I’m Commodore Decker ——” he an- nounced as he stepped off the train. “I’m Judge Middleton!” snapped Oba- diah E., who had shaved himself and donned his Sunday suit. “Where's Miss Decker?” “Deppo. Deppo. This the doctor? “Yes,” said the latter. “Doctor Lap- ham.” Obadiah E. winked his eye at him with the benevolence of a facetious and clean- shaven father who gives a son-in-law his blessing. “Is Miss Decker hurt?” asked Doctor Lapham. The local correspondent loudly cleared his throat and addressed himself to the back of Commodore Decker, who was majesti- cally moving toward the station door. “ Prostration, I believe,” he loudly an- nounced, ‘brought on by exhaustion in- duced by exposure. I have no doubt, however, that with the help of a skilled physician . “When did she arrive here?” asked Mr. Decker over his shoulder. “ Four-thirty. your residence this noon, and she came right on down to see what she could do.” ” Four-thirty. 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It was evident that as soon as Mr. Decker had found his daughter uninjured he had returned to his accustomed state of supe- riority to all mankind. Bit by bit Oba- diah’s fidgets grew, until at last, receiving a plaintive glance from the girl, he simply couldn’t stand it any longer. “Unless he’s attended to, this old fossil is going to spoil everything again,” he fumed. And suddenly boiling over, he arose with a bounce, saying: “Commodore Decker, I want to speak to you outside a moment.” “You want—to speak ——” The ques- tion seemed to die away in dignified aston- ishment at such a cool suggestion. “Yes, you old plum thief, I want to speak to you outside! Remember how you and Oby Middleton used to rob Deacon Miller’s plum trees? Well, I’m Obadiah— Judge Middleton now. Remember how we used to chase the two - “Yes, yes,” said Mr. with elephantine haste. “Yes, yes. Yes, yes. I understand. You want to speak to me outside.” Decker, arising xv HE two gray-haired men passed through the doorway, the Commodore and the Judge, one a world figure and with the ma- jestic set of an immovable body, the other a ocal correspondent and with all the nervous energy of an irresistible force. “Ah!” said Mr. Decker. “Ah! are Obadiah Middleton, are you?” “Forget it!” barked the other. “‘ You know who I am as well asI do. That’s not what I want to talk to you about. I want to tell you this: You've got no sense at all—the way you're treating that girl of yours. You've got to give her a different sort of adeal or there’s going to be trouble!” “Trouble?” It was more of a verbal castigation than a question. “What do you mean by that? “What do I mean? I’ll tell you what I mean! Your girl would have married a crook to-morrow if I hadn’t been here to stop her to-day! Now do you begin to see what I mean?” He told the story, adding various gallant inventions—all of which served to make Miss Decker a heroine second only to Charlotte Corday and the mother of the Gracchi. “So you see,” he concluded, “if I hadn’t acted quick and drowned the car and chased the crook, you'd be in a pretty kettle of fish, you would—you and your ding- 4 dignity! And now, by tarnation, John J. Decker, I m going to blackmail you!” “Nonsense!” “T’ll show you whether it’s nonsense or not! I’mcorrespondent of some twenty dif- ferent papers and associations, including four New York papers, two in Boston and the Associated Press. You understand me. And if I want to write up this elopement and how it was stopped I can have the story in every paper from Boston to San Francisco to-morrow.’ “Nonsense!"” But it was more reflective this time than exclamatory. “Yes? I'll tell you something else then: You’ve got a name as a banker second to But if you can’t manage your daughter I want to tell you that people will begin to doubt if you can manage their money. I know I would. Think it over! You've never given any- body a chance to laugh at you yet. But, by Hesper, they’ll make up for lost time if they ever have a chance!” Thus attacked at his vulnerable point Mr. Decker examined the arrow that had wounded him, and though it was tipped with bitterness he found it was feathered with truth. An uneasy thought began to rankle in his mind: Surely it wasn’t possible that he had bungled such an im- portant matter as the upbringing of his in ter! ‘hat girl needs company of the right sort,” continued Obadiah E. earnestly. “She favors her grandmother, and her grandmother was never so happy as when she had a houseful of lively company. You know that as well as I do. But if you try to lock the door on Miss Fanny you'll So you August 7, 1915 find her flying out of the window again. She’s. apt to make a slip—same as I did with those dratted birds. And if she does it will ruin her whole life—same as the birds ruined mine!” “Birds? Birds?” asked Mr. Decker. “What birds are you talking about?” “Game birds!” he snapped. “Partridge and quail! I was game warden and they caught me selling and shipping ’em out of season. I had to skip—it ruined me—a little thing like that! Couldn’t come back at all, till they agreed to fine me. And do you know who lent me the money to pay that fine? It was your mother, Fanny’s grandmother, and I was never able to pay it back. So I’m paying it back now. That’s the reason I’m telling you this. That’s the reason I’m telling you about Fanny. If you drive her into making another slip like she nearly made to-day, you'll be fastening a tag on her that'll stay there all her life same as mine did—yes, and worse!” He made a grimace which summarized the sour reflections of a lifetime, but putting his own grievances behind him he returned like a tiger to the matter in hand: “And so, by the Lord Harry, I’m going to blackmail you, like I said I would. I’m going to give the whole story of Fanny’s elopement to the papers, unless you agree to do two things — There was no mistaking the earnestness of his voice, and Mr. Decker rubbed his chin with an uncertain hand, the while he blinked a pair of eyes that had gradually lost their sovereign stare. “ First,” exclaimed Obadiah E., “you've got to let Fanny mix with young people of her own age, so she can marry some decent young fellow—like the doctor, for instance. And, second, you’re never to tell her you know she eloped this afternoon!” Slowly, ponderously, John J. Decker began to nod his head. “Is that all?” he cautiously asked. “Yes, sir!” Slowly, ponderously, then, he finished his nodding and held out his hand. ‘It’s agreed then? “Yes, yes. Yes, yes.” And dropping his voice to a key that was strangely human he added: “And now, Obadiah, what can I do for you?” “You? Do for me? Nothing!” And having scored that point, Obadiah E. scored another by amending himself: “Come to think of it, I had to swill Decker- ville off the map to do what I’ve done for you to-day. Suppose you build it up again better than ever!” For the second time that night Commo- dore Decker slowly, ponderously, swung out his right hand. “You leave it to me,” he whispered. “Yes, yes! Yes, yes!" xvi N THE first of August the local corre- y spondent sat in the Deckerville station writing his weekly Deckerville Doings for the Journal: “Poor old Paxson! It down on Deckerville, but playing second fiddle now.” used to look it’s certainly “Abe Willets, while shingling one of the new mill tenements yesterday, fell to the ground—a distance of twenty feet. For- tunately, however, he fell on his head, breaking no bones.” “Visitors are flocking daily from all parts of New England to see the new Deckerville concrete dam. In Paxson ov call it the dam-dam. Poor old Paxson “Deacon Tarbox was a visitor here yesterday. Come again, Deacon! Come again when melons are ripe!” “The little dog is getting a big dog now, but he still runs under the wagon. He sat then for a time, staring out of the window at the busy scene below, clicking his pen against his ‘teeth and smiling with great content. “Oh, mother!” shoulder. Boston?” “Yes, tell ’em!”’ he answered in a deeper voice. Whereupon Obadiah E. dipped his pen in the ink with a proud gesture and wrote: “The Boston papers announce the engagement of Miss Fanny Decker to Dr. Edgar J. Lapham of the same place. Con- gratulations, Doctor! You're going to hear from Deckerville on your wedding day, say we! he shouted over his “Shall I tell em the news from

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———Eeeee oer aig Pia Nn mre eae | | | IT’S BORN IN THEM THE SATURDAY Continued from Page 13 That seemed to comfort her; and she returned to her war map, which she re- arranged each day with little colored pins with flags on them. She invariably gave the British the benefit of any doubt in the dispatches; so that she generally had one army in the suburbs of Berlin, while the others were forming in line behind it, ready to step up as soon as the traffic eased a trifle. Sentiment in Kenilworth had shifted since Payson sailed away on his nickel- plated yacht. Other men we knew had gone over as correspondents, or ambulance drivers, or curiosity seekers—and not one of them stayed longer than the second rain- storm; but Payson had gone and had rot come back. Kenilworth read the papers each morn- ing, half expecting to see a paragraph about the well-known young millionaire, now aid to Mister the Count-Genera! of the Tooral- Loorals, and one of the most popular officers at headquarters—a hundred miles to the rear. Kenilworth took it for granted that a man of Payson’s prominence would not re- main a private more than a week or two, for form’s sake; but eventually Kenilworth began to hunt for a display head and the information that the well-known young millionaire—and so on—was among the missing. Mr. Stevenson declared that no man of similar importance was ever so modest or so democratic. Garfield alleged that the community would suffer more than we were yet prepared to acknowledge. McKinney prophesied that within two years Payson would have been a twelve -handicap man and a credit to the club professional. Doro- thea explained that nothing but the exi- gencies of the social season made her appear so pale and tired. And I—realizing what ¢ waste of time it was—I used to stand in front of the bulletins for an hour or two, and then go down to the consulate for the latest news. Now and then I found in the financial sections reports that distressed me beyond measure. I did not know who: —_ inistered Payson’s estate in his absence; but I did know that it required expert administra- tion. The railroad of which he claimed to be the largest individual stockholder went into a receiver's hands, and Payson’s friend, the president, retired with a pleasant com- petence. In March alone three enterprises backed by Payson made compositions in behalf of creditors. A Western gentleman removed from the country, leaving a healthy residue of liabilities and a note of hand, due and payable, and indorsed by this same George Payson. The amount was in six figures. Then there was a mine a gold mine but, from all I could learn on the outside, the gold was Payson’s too. One day McKinney the caddie house: “Suppose he didn’t make good? Sup- pose he isn’t at the front at all, but up in Northumberland drilling recruits, or substituting for a mail clerk " He stopped there and motioned toward the Stevensons’ lawn, which we could overlook through the budding trees. “Cut it out!” I said. “That sort of con- versation won't get us anything.” “But he shoul: i have written,” said M« Kinney slowly. “If anything had happene ‘d to him every newspaper in the country would have had it. He must be alive and kicking; and I just thought os “You'd better keep those just thoughts to yourself,” I said, “‘or, at least, learn to think without saying anything.” In spite of which I finally began to won- der too; but by the time I found it difficult to pacify Dorothea it was May. And on the fifth of the month I had a cable from Payson, which said he was coming home. said to me behind We managed to blackguard some official acquaintances to let us go down the harbor and board the steamer in the Narrows. Payson was on deck, but we did not recog- nize him until he shouted to us, for he had grown inconceivabiy brown and gaunt; and across his forehead he had the sort of scar that comes from being hit with something less elastic than a golf ball. Dorothea took one look at that scar and started forward; and the rest of us—who had also traveled forty miles for this re- ception—turned back to the rail and tried to amuse ourselves with the scenery. So, as a reception, it was a notable fail- ure. There wasn’t any reception. Even on the way up to Kenilworth the major part of our committee sat in the smoker and let Payson and Dorothea talk together in the last car; and when we came to the station we scattered like scared partridges, met at the clubhouse in ten minutes, and got up a poker game. Late that night, when I was in my room at the Inn, reading, I heard a door slam and somebody take the stairs three at a time. I got Payson on the threshold. “Gad! I'm glad to see you!” he said. “George! You old reprobate! How are you? Why the devil didn’t you write?” “Didn’t have time! Say, I'd forgotten you have such a bully room! Where's a pipe?” We were still shaking hands. “Cigars on the table,” I said. “Couldn't think of it! I wouldn’t know how to smoke "em! I want a pipe. This is great!” ““How you've sunburned! Where'd you collect that scratch on your head?” “This looks like Buckingham Palace! Say, I wish you could taste the stuff they gave us for tobacco.” He sat down, using two chairs. “You've had us all up in the air for six months. Why in thunder didn’t you let us have a line once in a while?” “T couldn't have told you anything inte resting.” “You coul¢ in’t! What were you doing all that time?” “Why, for three months,” said Payson, “T was one of a detachment to guard the commissary tents. Fellows used to get so hungry they’d crawl up and try to snitch a biscuit—it was livelier than it sounds, but it wouldn't read so well. I didn’t see much action.” “But could you square yourself with Dorothea? >?” Payson began to smile “Really?” said I, making the correct diag- nosis. “2 guess it’s all right,” he confessed “Tt’s practically settled.” We shook hands again more restraint. “That's splendid!” lations! shape.” “Better than you think. Take a look at that!” Out of his pocket he produced an emblem, stamped out of metal and adorned with a soiled and faded ribbon, and tossed it over to me. You've read of them; have you ever seen one—granted to a friend? “Why, George!” I said. ““Why—this is the real thing!” “Tt’s the regular pattern. Care for it?” “Care for it! What’s the story? Don’t be so secretive! Hurry up with it.” “Driving a motor truck—eight of ’em laid for us—cavalry. We ran 'em down, got six, and caught the others.” “What were you driving a truck for? Go on; tell me the whole thing! I want to hear it.” “Oh, they had to have a driver. I'll have to admit it was a ticklish job.” “What was it—a cargo of eggs?” “No. Lyddite,” said Payson. I stared, incredulous. “The funny part of it was,” he added slowly, “‘the brakes weren't work- ing and the clutch had jammed half a milk back. I didn’t dare to stop the engine, because if I had we couldn’t have started her up again—so we just opened her Ws «'. ST “Good Lord!” said I. get this in the papers?” “Perhaps you did—only my name over there was Rufus Smith. I adopted an alias as soon as I hit London. I told you I wanted the credit-—if I'd used my own name nobody would have believed any- thing I did. They'd have talked graft and politics. So Rufus Smith got decorated.’ ‘And that’s something,” I gaid, “which Dorothea will value above everything else you own.” “She doesn’t know about it,”’ he said shortly. “Do you recall a remark of mine on that ride we had togethe r? Somet an idiotic about an arm for England? Well, i wasn’t an arm—it was a couple of feet a a stomach.” He got up and took to pacing the floor. “That,” he said, taking the medal from me and stuffing it into his pocket—“ that's what I’ve paid for! 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You know that, I suppose. —I haven’t a tenth of it I went out to mix in an affair that worth of base metal on a colored string! I | brought it back to show to you—I wanted | somebody to see it—and I'll heave it into the lake —— 7" Listen, George! That isn’t yours now | it’s hers!’ “Forget it!” he said sharply. “I’ve just I’ve got the point of view of the world, I think. For the | rest of my life I’m going to be judged by | the last few months—I’m a veteran; a pa- | triot; an adventurer! | good, sound, sincere, solid effort I was mak- | Not a word for the ing to pull men up instead of shooting them down! Not a word for any of that—but Payson’s a hero; Payson went to war; Pay- son got a cut on his head me of what I once did because I couldn’t It’s the visible evidence of “T can’t go ahead spending money for more—I can’t help my My income isn’t going to be any And what I was do- ing—that was patriotism; that was citizen- I’ve sacrificed all that- friends. I don’t want Dorothea to know I couldn’t stand it in the house. I let you see it because—well, I’m just human enough and just childish enough, and paid for it. “No, George,” I said. “ You've got it all wrong. The decoration’s immaterial. War didn’t make you a hero; England didn’t do it; your medal didn’t do it. Dorothea did it! She made you a hero the day you left because you left! You were a hero to her, and that’s all that counts. We won’t argue about the ethics of the thing; but don’t you think that, since you actually have made great sacrifices and lost great possessions, you ought, at least, to show her the merit ecard you got for being a good soldier? Wouldn’t it be a little compensation for the loss of those other things—after she begins to realize what they were?” “Perhaps it would please her,” he said “And if it would I'd be un- generous to keep it back, wouldn’t I? And I’ve always believed in giving women what- ever they want.” So, a few weeks later, they were married in the church under the hill; and at the altar Dorothea looked up at him shyly, ad- | miringly, reverently, as befitted a sensible girl in the presence of a true hero—with the governmental proof thereof—who adored her. She never appeared more beautiful; and I never envied a man so much as I did Payson. But, as it happened to be the sultriest kind of day, I could not help won- dering how those on the East Side whom Payson had once called his people were | getting along for ice. Royal Bait CCORDING to Harry Sparrow, busi- ness manager of the New York team in the American League, he was in South Sea Island waters once on a pleasure trip. His ship touched at a port with an unpro- nounceable name. Accompanied by his harem, his suite and most of his subjects, the reigning ruler, a fat half-caste, came down to welcome the visitors. The sub- jects jumped off the little dock and swam about the steamer, while His Majesty was received aboard in due ‘state. Strange to say, the official interpreter and general factotum of the imperial outfit was a little cockney. The tourists began pitching copper coins over the sides in order to see the common herd dive for them. Presently a wealthy San Francisco man decided to do something really generous. He hauled a ten-doilar = piece out of his pocket and — to ing it out across the surface of the water. Instantly the cockney had him by the arm. “Ow, sir, don’t do that, sir, if you please, sir,” he implored. “You'll be ‘avin’ ’Is Roy al "Ighness in the water next, sir.” bully for Payson! | Do 1 want this tin medal to keep reminding | -sacrificed it | | for reputation! 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Seo we authorize any dealer to put the Steer- ezeR on yout Ford FREE! Return it if you want after 10 daya, ot herwive pay him only $3.75 If your dealer can't supply you, mail us your name and aleo the name of your dealer on a postal and we'll ship the Steer-ezeR on tsi, charges paid. Sead no money (3) WALKER MPG. CO., 1514 Michigan Ave., Chicage Racine. Wis Factory OUR archi- tect will be in fullagreement with you when you tell him you want Yale locks and hardware on your house. He knows your deci- sion is sound. The Yale & Towne Mfg. Co. Makers of YALE Products: Locks Padlocks, Builders’ Hardware, Door Closers, Chain Hoists, 9 East 40th Street, New York City CHICAGO SAN FRANCISCO ST. CATHARINES, ONT LOCKS: AND HARDWARE | soon. There was a table for checkers and re- corders in front of each ball, and frames for stringing the prize-winning balls. Seats were provided in the rear, and refreshment rooms, where tea and cakes and biscuits and fruit were served. Near the main pavil- ion there was a small stand on which was a printing outfit for the preparation of bulle- tins wy ery the winning numbers. The Chinese came by thousands. The stand fronted the main entrance, which was along avenue. And even at that early hour there was an unending procession of jin- rikishas; of people on foot—coolies and merchants, and women hobbling along on their deformed feet; of Manchu women, painted vermilion and blue and yellow and pink and wearing their big black head- dresses; of beggars and hawkers; of men who wore robes of the most wonderfully bro- caded silk; coolies who were barely covered with filthy rags; girls in black satin trou- sers, their hair ornamented with glittering gauds; jugglersand sword swallowers; peo- ple from the country; Mongolians, in their magenta-colored robes; priests; old men and old women with staves—the great conglomerate of Peking, all eager to know | who was to win; all thrifty with a sporting chance. They massed themselves in front | of the main pavilion. At eight o'clock a detachment of police | marched on the stage—the pick of the Peking police, in their dressiest uniforms. Their coats were of dark navy blue and cut frockwise. They had great epaulets of bright yellow and had white plumes on their caps. The collars and cuffs of their coats were magenta. Back of these were khakied soldiers with rifles, and with big automatic pistols strapped to them; and outside the building and round the grounds there were files of soldiers, ail shouldering rifles with bayonets fixed. The police were to turn the globes, and they took their stations importantly be- hind the glittering copper receptacles. Officials went to the frames with great wire baskets and cut the wires, letting the num- bered balls drop into the baskets. Then, with due ceremony, the balls were poured through copper funnels into the globes and the vents were screwed fast. | | The boys took their places. It had been decided, in order that there could be no pos- sible talk of unfairness, to have the balls picked up as they dropped from the globes, and the numbers announced by little lads from the Peking Orphanage. These boys, sturdy, red-cheeked little chaps, had been drilled in their duties for three weeks. They were provided with specially made blouses and knickerbockers of green cloth, cut for- eign style, and had been scrubbed until they shone. Ballyhooing in Chinese Each boy had a short wire and it was his | part to put his wire through the hole in the | ball as it dropped out, hold up the ball and read out the number. Then a larger boy, | dressed in a gray blouse and knickerbockers | and wearing purple stockings, took the ball from the little chap’s wire with another wire and carried it to the table of the re- corders and checkers which was in front of his particular globe. One checker wrote down the number and another checker | marked the number off on a printed list. Then the balls were strung on wires hang- ing in small frames that stood on the tables | of the checkers. Each globe had a Chinese | serutinizer, who looked over the shoulder of the little chap to make sure he called his numbers correctly; and there was a long table of censors and other supervising offi- cials behind. Two policemen, with their plumes and their epaulets, manned the han- dles for each globe. The globes were given preliminary turns so the balls within might be well mixed. It took about two hours to get the two | thousand balls from the ten big globes. | After that there were three more balls chosen by lot, making a total of two thou- sand and three. The policemen ground steadily, the orphans shrilled the numbers, the officials moved about and kept tabs, and from time to time new files of gaudy police marched in for relief, and new orphans were produced to take the places of the tired little chaps, most of whom shouted so loudly at the be- ginning of their task that their throats be- came sore and their voices husky. Meantime the Chinese kept coming. If one had not seen them it would be impossi- | ble to believe there are so many jinrikishas | in the world as brought the Chinese to the August 7, 1915 park that Sunday morning—jinrikishas of all kinds, from the ornate ones with silver- plated appointments and four lamps, to the solid-tired, rusty, rickety, ragged and dirty ones with paper lanterns—jinrikishas of every age and style, and drawn by coolies who in a few instances were spick and span in uniform, but in most cases ragbags and dirty. The wide road leading up to the pavilion was a panorama of changing color. The Chinese jammed in and jammed in. Bevies of highly illuminated Manchu ladies strode sedately along on their big flat feet, and — with trousered Chinese ladies who obbled in their tiny slippers. The paths were gay with hawkers selling artificial flowers. The red-coated band blew Amer- ican ragtime into the garlicked air. The crowd in front of the stand watched impas- sively, their yellow faces turned up and their garments giving an indigo tone to the whole space. The hawkers had spread out their wares. The sweetmeat sellers shouted their confections. There were a dozen tea houses open and ready for business. The toy sellers and nut sellers and watermelon-seed sellers, and the venders of those innumerable fried-flour concoctions in which the northern Chinese delight vociferously ballyhooed. Here and there a money-changer with his rack of coppers set up business, changing silver coins to coppers and to cash for a small per- centage. Most of the things offered to eat and drink cost a copper or two. There were a dozen stands where glass tubes, filled with red and yellow and purple water, which are favorite toys with Chinese children, were sold; and the fancy and complicated wind- mills and pinwheels that the Chinese love were offered for sale in great quantities. Old-clothes dealers and old shoe-dealers and cutlery merchants, bird sellers and ice- cream makers, were there by the score. It was a gala day. Garlic in the Air After the two thousand and three balls were out of the big globes, they were com- pared with the numbers recorded by the checkers. Then the twothousand and three balls stamped with red, which had been hanging on their frame in front, were taken down and poured into one of the smaller copper globes. The two thousand and three that had been dropped from the ten big globes were poured into the other small copper globe. Fresh relays of police were broughtin. Some moresoldiers arrived, and a cabinet minister or two, together with some officials from the Ministry of Finance. Two specially selected orphans were placed in position. All was in readiness for the prize drawing; and just at that moment the band began playing Onward, Christian Soldiers! The dinner bell jangied. The police turned the small globes. The orphan at one globe picked up the wooden ball that dropped and announced the number. The orphan at the other globe picked up his ball and read what was on it. A number in the five hun- dred thousand had won an eleventh prize, or one hundred dollars. The two balls were placed together on the frame where the six hundred eleventh prizes were to be strung and the globes were turned again. There was a succession of eleventh and twelfth prizes, which comprised sixteen hundred of the total of two thousand and three. It was an hour before a large prize came out; but the fifty thousand Chinese stood quietly and waited. By noon the grounds of the Temple of Agriculture swarmed with people. They were mostly Chinese, too, for very few foreigners went out. The various roadways in the grounds were lined with hundreds of hawkers of everything a Chinese is likely to buy on a holiday, but mostly with sellers of food and sweetmeats. Coolie after coolie 2 stood with his two baskets of fried food suspended from a pole laid across his shoul- ders—long, twisted chunks of dough; small balls of dough; flat cakes of dough; ail fried to a brown and dripping with grease. Stand after stand showed round lumps of boiled dough filled with chopped meat and sticky sweets. Men rushed about shouting their cakes, made of sugar and millet seed, and candies of kernels of nuts stuck to- gether with glucose. A favorite confection was a big yellow cake, six inches thick and as large round as a wagon wheel, made of bean flour and filled with prunes. A slab of this as big as half a loaf of bread cost two coppers. 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SMD SED SATURDAY EVENING POST This name, “Bob-o-link;’ is your protection against imi- tation, infringement, inferior quality and disappointment “‘Bob-o-links” were the original friendship bracelets. Instantly they became nationally popular. A million friendship bracelets were started with ‘‘Bob-o-links,” and require ‘‘Bob-o-links” to complete them. Some manufacturers, seeing a chance for profit, began making links as nearly resembling **Bob-o-links” as they dared, thinking the public would buy them. But people wanted genuine **Bob-o-links,” to match the ‘‘Bob-o-links’’ they and their friends were wearing. These imitations are now being foisted upon the dealers and the public as ‘‘ Bob-o-links.’ Genuine ‘‘Bob-o-links” are protected by patent application, and by registration of the name, **Bob-o-link,” in the United States Patent Office. Look for the name on the reverse side of each ‘‘ Bob-o-link’”’ before you buy ; it is your absolute protection against substitution. Every genuine ‘‘Bob-o-link”’ is a piece of quality jewelry, of exactly the quality of gold or silver it is represented to be. ‘‘Bob-o-links” are sold by reputable jewelers at a fair price for their quality. Thev are never found on bargain counters or offered at reduced-price sales or given as souvenirs or premiums. Everyone with friends wants “Bob-o-links” Girls are measuring their popularity by the number of ‘‘Bob-o- How to Start “Bob-o-link” Jewelry sk 80 of , “bp a Ae a has some poe oH yop ' : “ me ip token ed Arras 5° with a friend to ex nang Mee Z inks" then go welts Gao fatitels af Gland or war a - pe ao geste to your }« weler and buy the first Bob-o link, ongres with heome auassian. “Mateo ieks” cual seaneniibe your mutials, Present it to your tnend, who will reciproc ate; ad , Es —) ee and you both will have a start With your first **Bob-o-link more fragrant than frankincense. your jeweler will give youa narrow, black velvet ribbon, so that There is no limit to the number of-‘‘Bob-o-links’’ one may you can wear your “‘Bob-o-link’’ at once. Friends will see it, have. Several complete bracelets may be worn, and each ad and other “*Bob-o-links’’ will come quickly. to the effectiveness of the others. ‘‘Bob-o-link*’ necklaces ar **Bob-o-links’” are made of ster g silver at 25c¢ each; also it very popular and beautiful. Jewelers have simple attachment gold filled, at 25e and 50c, according to quality; in 10k. gold at for making “‘Bob-o-links”’ into hat pins, watch chains, stick $2.00 each and 14k. gold at $2.50; and can be set with preciou ns, fobs, bar pins, cuff links and rings (see illustration tones if desired Jewelers will engrave and « lamp them with **Bob-o-links’* are also made bearing the emblems of the dif out extra charge. Sterling silver ‘‘ Bob-o-link’’ rings complete, ferent fraternities. When schools open these will be in great SOc; Yo gold filled 75« olid goid $4.00, These are suitable demand. No girl will be satisfied until she receive **Bob-o either for boys or girls, and also make fine sport scarf ring link’’ for every fraternity in which she has friends. Nearly every jeweler has **Bob-o-links’* in stock. Insist or **Bob-o-links”’ are used not only to remember friends by but also es gem ee b-0-1ink, and accept none | the name occasions. It is quite a fad to start ‘*‘Bob-o-link’’ jewelry, Bob-o —_ 1s ON the Dace Phis w —— Gisappos each link | bearing the date of some event or occasion in the ment and ensure your getting genuine ““Be — life of the wearer and donor. Only these two know what the the kind that will match those your friends are wea dates represent. Friends and rivals would give worlds to If your jeweler can’t supply you with genuine “Bs know. links, write us and we w ee that you get them Makers and distributors under License of H. B. Pratt, Inventor EISENSTADT MANUFACTURING CO. Manufacturing Jewelers St. Louis, Mo. QY ¥

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Co., 10-24 Circle St., Rochester, N.Y. i‘ouc"scencct*" plete Attachments $15.00 10.00 o. 9.50 101 All Metal We use only poppet valves on EVENING POST (Conctuded from Page 42) There was fried fish of every kind, and fried everything else; and the Chinese bought liberally and smeared themselves with the | grease, and had a good time. The better classes sat at ease in the numerous tea | houses and sipped tea, and ate fried things | | also. It was one grand carnival of grease and chance. The drawing went on. The policemen whirled the two copper globes. The red- printed and the black-printed balls came out. The announcers shouted the denom- ination of the prize and the number that won it. The third prize came out about half past twelve, and then there continued a | dreary procession of elevenths and twelfths. | Most of those on the platform had tea and | cakes. Still the Chinese came. At one o’clock | there were undoubtedly seventy-five thou- sand of them on the grounds, and prob- | You could smell the garlic for | ably more. two miles. At fifteen minutes after one o'clock | the patient Chinese in front of the stand had their thrill. “ Ling-seh-liu-wan-ss-tsien-pai-pai-erh- seh-liu!’”’ sang out the small boy. The checker repeated the number after him. The boy who picked up the red-marked ball rose on his toes. “Ti Ih Tun Tsing!’ he screamed. The first prize was out—the hundred thousand dollars had been won, and the man who had the bond numbered 0164826 had won it. There came a great rumble of ““Ho’* Ho!” from those in front. The five-starred presi- dent of police, and the Minister of the Interior, and the Assistant Minister of Communications and all the other officials, of high and low degree, said ““Ho! Ho!” too. They examined the two balls. It was correct. Number 0164826 had won the first prize, of one hundred thousand dollars, Chinese money, less five per cent; and the man who won it was a man who lived in Kiang-su, one of the central provinces. The Real Thing in Beggars That settled it! There was nothing more to see and we started back to the hotel. Thereupon ensued as crowded a two hours as there has ever been in a reasonably crowded life. I have been in jams in many big cities on many oce asions, but never in a jam like that one in Peking on that Sunday in April when I was trying to get from the Temple of Agriculture to the hotel. We jostled our way through the thousands of Chinese who were still standing and silently watching the drawing. They moved aside willingly enough, and made no protest over an elbow in the ribs or a scrunch on their cloth-shod feet; in fact, they did not look at the struggling persons who were trying to get past them. We figured that there were ten thousand jinrikisha men on the edge of the crowd probably twice that number. Every one of them was bidding for custom at the top of his voice. Hundreds of ragged women and still more ragged children ran about, carrying feather dusters, brushing the dust off the shoes of those. who took jinrikishas and | whining ‘“‘Cumshaw!” which means alms or | a present. We took our time in picking out our jinrikisha men, for it was then apparent that the trip was to be a hard one and a slow one, the congestion was so great. | Finally we selected two long-legged, sturdy | chaps, and, surrounded by a hundred —— iants, I have seen ragged beggars ing, cursing, begging and ragged supp moved away. | in other parts of China, but the raggedness | of the Peking beggars passes belief. Ap- | parently ‘they get bits of any sort of old | cloth and sew them or tie them on what was once a tunic. Their rags flutter as they | run, and no garment has been washed in years. And the garlicky smell of them! We swung into a procession of jinrikishas that filled the road. twenty abreast and as closely following one another in long ranks as their shafts would permit. We were the only foreigners in the lot, and the Chinese laughed at us ard joked at us, and told us we should soon see what a Chinese crowd was like. The crowd, back yonder, they said, was not a marker! But our men got us through. Two hours from the time we started we were landed at the hotel and were busy at ourselves with hot water and car- bolic soap. And, so far as my own ticket is concerned, it is Number 0823800. No mat- ter what may befall me in the next three years, I shall not be absolutely broke. I shall have ten dollars, Mex.,on deposit in the Sin Hua Savings Bank, of Peking, China. August 7, 1915 ADE for the man who demands style, whether his taste inclines toward the newer effects or the more con- servative patterns. 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A, 830 Broadway, New York City JUDGE PRIEST COMES BACK (Continued from Page 5 His manner was paternal where it was not fraternal. His eye, though, remained as before—a sharp, greedy, appraising eye. There is no alibi for a bad eye. Still, a lot of people never look as high as the eyes. They stop at the diamond in the scarfpin. When a vacancy occurred in the district chairmanship it seemed quite in keeping | with the trend of the political impulses of the times that Senator Maydew should slip into the hole. Always a clever organizer, he excelled his past record in building up and strengthening the district organization. It wasn’t long before he had his fences as they should be—hog-tight, horse-high and bull-strong. Yet in the midst of manifold activities he found time to be an attentive and indul- gent husband. If the new Mrs. Maydew did not enjoy the aloof society of those whom we fondly call down our way The Old Families, at least she had her fine new home, and her seven-passenger car, and her generous and loving husband. And she was content; you could tell that by her air and her expression at all times. Some thought there was just a trace of defiance in her bearing. It was just about a year after her mar- riage to him that the Senator, in response to the demands of a host of friends and admir- ers—so ran the language of his column-long paid-for card in the Daily Evening News and other papers— announced himself as a candidate for the Democratic nomination for congressman. Considering conditions and everything, the occasion appeared to be propitious for such action on his part. The incumbent, old Major J. C. C. Guest, had been congressman a long, long time—en- tirely too long a time, some were beginning to say. He had never been a particularly exciting personage, even back yonder in those remote dim days of his entry into public life. At the beginning his principal asset and his heaviest claim upon the sup- port of his fellow-citizens had been an empty trouser-leg. In eighty-four, a cross-roads wag had said he didn’t believe Major Guest ever lost that leg in battle—it was his private opinion that the Maje wore it off running for office. At the time this quip was thought almost to border upon the sacri- legious, and nobody had laughed at it except the utterer thereof. But fully six- teen lagging years had dragged by since then; and for the old-soldier element the times were out of joint. Nevertheless, Major Guest was by no means ready to give up and quit. With those who considered him ripe for retire- ment he disagreed violently. As between resting on his laurels and dying i in the har- ness he infinitely preferred the chafe of the leather to the questionable softness of the laurel-bed. So the campaign shaped itself to be a regular campaign. Except for these two—Maydew and Guest—there were no openly avowed candidates, though Dabney Prentiss, who dearly loved a flirta- tion with reluctant Destiny, was known to have his ear to the ground, ready to qualify as the dark horse in the event a deadlock | should develop and a cry go forth for a compromise nominee. Possibly it was be- cause Dabney Prentiss — rally kept his ear to the ground that he had several times been most painfully trampled upon. From head to foot he was one big mental bruise. Since he held the levers of the district machinery in the hollows of his two itching hands, Senator Maydew very naturally and very properly elected to direct his own canvass. Judge Priest, quitting the bench temporarily, came forth tc act as manager for his friend, Major Guest. At this there was rejoicing in the camp of the clan of Maydew. To Maydew and his lieutenants it appeared that providence had dealt the good cards into their laps. Undeniably the Judge was old and, moreover, he was avowedly old-fashioned. It stood to reason he would conduct the affairs of his candidate along old-fashioned lines. To be sure, he had his following; so much was admitted. | Nobody could beat Judge Priest for his own job; at least nobody ever had. But controlling his own job and his own county was one thing. Engineering a district-wide canvass in behalf of an aging and uninspir- | ing back-number was another. And if over the bent shoulders of Major Guest they could strike a blow at Judge Priest, why, so ! THE SATURDAY EVENING POST The Putented ed Prevents Slipping Don’t miss the comfort that Spring-Step Heels give. They are a real economy. Have them put on your shoes at once. 4 million up-to- date people already wear them. Learn the real joy of walking on Spring-Step Rubber Heels. 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The actual time that he devotes to the work is only two or three hours of each day. He is one of the many young men that have found the way both to independence and to the money that they need, by taking up subscription work for the Curtis periodicals, The Saturday Evening Post, The Ladies’ Home Journal and The Country Gentleman. He says: “In comparison with the time’ that I give to the work, my profits on sub- scription orders for your a beat any other method of money-making that I have tried. The busi t. IL keep a record of all the orders (hat! take, and secure almoct 100; per cont of the renewals in succeeding years.” With the Curtis periodicals, once a subscriber always a subscriber. An order for The Saturday Evening Post, The Ladies’ Home Journal or The Country Gentleman secured today means a renewal with the same salary and commission next year, and the year after. If you want to start a business of your own, without a cent of investment, a business that is perma- nent and beyond the reach of business depressions, let us tell you how to do it. AGENCY DIVISION, BOX 12 THE CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY, INDEPENDENCE SQUARE, PHILADELPHIA | much the better for Maydew now, and so much the worse for Priest hereafter. Thus to their own satisfaction the Maydew men | figured it out. The campaign went forward briskly and not without some passing show of bitter- ness. In a measure, Judge Priest justified the predictions of the other side by em- ploying certain time-hallowed expedients for enlisting the votes of his fellow Democrats for Major Guest. He appealed, as it were, to the musty traditions of the still mustier past. He sent the Major over | the district to make speeches. He organ- ized schoolhouse rallies and brush-arbor He himself was mighty in argument and opulent in the use of homely | oratory. Very different was the way of State Sen- ator Maydew. The speeches that he made | were few as to number and brief as to their length, but they were not bad speeches. He was a ready and a frequent purchaser of newspaper space; and he shook hands and slapped shoulders and inquired after babies without cessation. But most of all he kept both of his eyes and all of his ten nimble fingers upon the machine, triggering it and | thimbling it and pulling at secret wires by day and by night. It was, perhaps, a trib- ute to his talents in this direction that the ' | method that he inaugurated was beginning | to be called Maydewism—by the opposi- | tion, of course—before the canvass was a month old. In an unusually vociferous outburst of indignation at a meeting in the Independent Order of Odd Fellows’ hall at Settleville, Major Guest referred to it as | “the fell blight of Maydewism.” But if Maydew made enemies he made friends too; at any rate he made followers. As the campaign drew near to its crackling finish it was plain that he would carry most of the towns. Major Guest’s strength appar- ently was in the country, among the farmers and the dwellers in small villages. County conventions to name delegates to the district conventions which, in turn, would name the congressional nominee were held simultaneously in the nine coun- ties composing the district at two P. M. of the first Tuesday after the first Monday in August. A week before, Senator Maydew, having cannily provided that his successor should be a man after his own heart, re- signed as district chairman. Although he had thrown overboard most of the party precedents, it seemed to him hardly ethical that he should call to order and conduct the preliminary proceedings of the body that he counted upon to nominate him as its standard bearer—standard bearer being the somewhat ornamental phrase custom- arily used among us on these occasions. He was entirely confident of the final outcome. The cheering reports of his aides in the field made him feel quite sure that the main convention would take but one ballot. They allowed, one and all, it would be a walk-over. Howsoever, these optimists, as it de- veloped, had reckoned without one factor: | they had reckoned without a certain undercurrent of disfavor for Maydew which, though it remained for the most part inarticulate during the campaign, was to manifest itself in the county conven- tions. Personalities, strictly speaking, had not been imported into the fight. Neither candidate had seen fit to attack the private life of his opponent, but at the last moment there came to the surface an unexpected and, in the main, a silent antagonism against the Senator which could hardly be accounted for on the ground of any act of his official and public career. So, late in the afternoon of the first Tues- day after the first Monday, when the smoke had cleared away and the shouting and the tumult had died, the complete returns | showed that of the nine counties, totaling one hundred and twenty delegate votes, Maydew had four counties and fifty-seven | votes. Guest had carried four counties also, with fifty-one votes, while Bryce County, the lowermost county of the district, had failed to instruct its twelve delegates for either Maydew or Guest, which, to anybody who knew anything at all about politics, was proof positive that in the main con- | vention Bryce County would hold the balance of power. It wouldn’t be a walk- | over; that much was certain, anyhow. Maydew’s jaunty smile lost some of its jauntiness, and anxious puckers made little | seams at the corners of those greedy eyes of his, when the news from Bryce County came. As for Judge Priest, he displayed | every outward sign of being well content as | heran over the completed figures. Bryce was August 7, 1915 an old-fashioned county, mainly popu- lated by a people who clung to old-fashioned notions. Old soldiers were notably thick in Bryce pal There was a good chance yet for his ma To Marshallville, second largest town in the district, befell the honor that year of having the district convention held in its hospitable midst; and, as the Daily Eve- ning News smartly phrased it, to Marshall- ville on a Thursday all roads ran. In accordance with the rote of fifty years it had been ordained that the convention should meet in the Marshallville courthouse, but in the week previous a fire of mysterious origin had destroyed a large segment of the shingled roof of that historic structure. A darky was on trial for hog stealing upon the day of the fire, and it may have been that sparks from the fiery oratory of the prosecuting attorney, as he pleaded with the jury for a conviction, went upward and lodged among the rafters. As to that I am not in a position to say. I only know this explanation for the catastrophe was ad- vanced by divers ribald-minded persons who attended the trial. In this emergency the local committee on arrangements secured for the conven- tion the use of the new Marshallville opera house, which was the pride of Marshall- ville—a compact but ornate structure hav- ing on its first floor no less than one hundred and fifty of those regular theater chairs magnificently upholstered in hot red plush, and above, at the back, a balcony, and to crown all, two orthodox stage boxes of stucco, liberally embossed with gold paint, which clung, like gilded mud-daubers’ nests, at either side of the proscenium arch, over- hanging the stage below. In one of these boxes, as the delegates gathered that very warm August afternoon, a lady sat in solitary state. To the dele- gates were assigned the plush-enveloped grandeurs of the main floor. The spec- tators, including a large number of the male citizens of Marshallville with a sprink- ling of their women-folk, packed the bal- cony to the stifling point, but this lady had a whole box to herself. She seemed fairly well pleased with herself as she sat ~ ond Certainly she had no cause to com- plain of a lack of public interest in her and her costume. To begin with, there was a much beplumed hat, indubitably a thing of great cost and of augmented size, which effectively shaded and set off her plump face. No such hat had been seen in Mar- shallville before that day. The gown she wore was likewise of a fashion new to the dazzled gaze of her more plainly habited sisters in the balcony. I believe in the favored land where they originated they call them princesse gowns. Be its name what it may, this garment ran in long, well-nigh unwrinkled lines from the throat of its wearer to her ankles. It was of some clinging white stuff, modeled seemingly with an intent to expose rather than to hide the curves of the rounded fig- ure which it covered. It was close at the neck, snug at the bust, snugger still at the hips, and from there it flowed on tightly yet smoothly to where it ended, above a pair of high- ‘heeled, big-buckled slippers of an amazing shininess. The uninitiated might well have marveled how the lady ever got in her gown unless she had been melted and poured into it; but there was no mystery concerning the manner in which - had fastened it, once she was inside of for, when she turned away from the Pe nce, a wondrously decorative finishing touch was to be seen: straight down the middle of her back coursed a close row of big, shiny black jet buttons, and when she shifted her shoulders these buttons undu- lated glisteningly along the line of herspinal column. The effect was snaky but striking. The lady, plainly, was not exactly dis- pleased with herself. Even a rear view of her revealed this. There was assurance in the poise of her head; assuredly there was a beaming as of confidence in her eyes. Indeed, she had reasons other than the satisfaction inspired by the possession of a modish and becoming garb for feeling happy. Things promised to go well with her and what was hers that afternoon. Perhaps I should have stated sooner that the lady in question was Mrs. Senator Maydew, present to witness and to glorify the triumph of her distin- guished husband. For a fact, triumph did seem near at hand now-—~nearer than it had been any time these past forty-eight hours. A quarter of an hour earlier an exultant messenger had come from her husband to bring to her most Continued on Page 49)

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EEE (Continued from Page 46) splendid and auspicious tidings. Luck — swung his way, and no mistake about it: the doubtful delegates from Bryce C conte only two had arrived. The other ten had not arrived. Moreover there was no appar- ent possibility that they would arrive be- fore the following day, and by then, if the Senator’s new-born scheme succeeded, it would be all over but the shouting. A Heaven-sent freshet in Littie River was the cause. Sitting there now in her stage box, Mrs. Senator Maydew silently blessed the name of Little River Ordinarily Little River is a stream not calculated to attract the attention of his- torians or geographers—a torpid, saffron- colored thread of water meandering be- tween flat yellow banks, and owing its chief distinction to the fact that it cuts off three-quarters of Bryce County from the remaining quarter and from the adjoining counties on the north. But it has its moods and its passions. It is temperamental, that river. Suddenly and enormously swollen by torrential summer rains in the hills where it has its rise, it went, the night be- fore, on a rampage, overflooding its banks, vw ashing away fences and doing all manner of minor damage in the low grounds. At dawn the big bridge which spanned the river at the gravel road had gone out, and at breakfast time Ferris’ Ford, a safe enough crossing place in times of low water, was fifteen feet deep under a hissing brown flood. Two of Bryce County's delegates, who chanced to live in the upper corner of the county, had driven through hub-deep mud to the junction and there caught the train for Marshallville; but their ten com- patriots were even now somewhere on the far bank, cut off absolutely from all pros- pect of attending the convention until the roiled and angry waters should subside. Senator Maydew, always fertile in ex- pedient, meant to ride to victory, as it were, on the providential high tide in Little River. Immediately on hearing what had happened, he divined how the mishap of the washed-out bridge and the flooded ford might be made to serve his ends and better his fortune. He was keeping the plan secret for the moment; for it was a very precious plan. And this, in effect, was the word that his emissary brought to his wife just before the convention met. He could not bring it himself; custom forbade that a candidate show himself upon the floor in the early stages, but she was told to wait and watch for what would presently ensue, and mean- while to be of good cheer. Which, verily, she was. She did not have so very long to wait. The convention assembled on the hour—a block of ten vacant seats in the second aisle showing where the missing ten of Bryce should have been—and was called to order by the new district chairman. Up rose Judge Priest from his place in the middle of the house, flanking the center aisle, and addressed the chair. He had just learned, he stated, that a considerable part of the number of duly chosen delegates had not yet reached Marshallville. It appeared that the elements were in conspiracy against the extreme lower end of the dis- trict. In justice to the sovereign voters of the sovereign County of Bryce he moved that a recess of twenty-four hours be taken. The situation which had arisen was unfore- seen and extraordinary, and time should be granted for considering it in all its aspects. And so on and so forth for five minutes or more, in Judge Priest’s best ungrammati- cal style. The chairm: in, W ho, as will be recalled, was Maydew’s man, ruled the motion out of order. I shall pass over as briefly as possible the proceedings of the next half hour. To go fully into those details would be to burden this narrative with technicalities and tire- someness. For our purposes it is sufficient, I think, to say that the Maydew machine, operating after the fashion of a _ well- lubricated, well-steered and high-powered steam roller, ran over all obstacles with the utmost dispatch. These painful crunching operations began early and continued briskly. On the first roll call of the coun- ties, as the County of Bryce—second on our list after Bland —was reached, one of those two lone delegates from the upper side of Little River stood up and, holding aloft his own credentials and the creden- tials of his team-mate, demanded the right to cast the votes of the whole Bryce County delegation—twelve in all. The district chairman, acting with a promptness that bespoke priming before- hand for just such a contingency, held that THE SATURDAY EVENINGS POST 49 the matter should be = rred to the com- mittee on credentials. As floor leader and spokesman for the Guest faction, old Judge Priest appealed from the ruling of the chair. A vote was taken. The chairman was sus- tained by fifty-seven to fifty-one, the two indignant delegates from Bryce not being permitted, under a ruling from the chair, to cast any votes whatsoever, seeing as their own status in the convention was the ques- tion at issue. Disorder ensued; in the absence of a sergeant-at-arms the services of volunteer peacemakers were required to separate a Maydew delegate from Bland County and a Guest delegate from Mims County. Dripping with perspiration, his broad old face one big pinky-red flare, his nasal whine rising to heights of incredible whini- ness under the stress of his earnestness, the Judge led the fight for the minority. The steam roller went out of its way to flatten him. Not once, but twice and thrice it jounced over him, each time leaving him figuratively squashed but entirely undis- mayed. He was fighting a losing but a valiant fight for time. A committee on resolutions was named and went forth to an anteroom to draw up a platform. Nobody cared much about that. It was the committee on credentials upon which everything now depended. Being chosen it likewise retired, to return in a miraculously short space of time with its labors completed. And this in brief was what the majority of the committee on credentials—all reli able Maydew men— had to report: There being no contests, it was recom- mended that the sitting delegates from the eight counties fully represented upon the floor be recognized as properly accredited delegates. But in respect to the ninth county, namely Bryce, an unprecedented situation had arisen. Two of Bryce’s dele- gates were present, bearing credentials properly attested by their county chairman; unfortunately ten others were absent, through no fault of their own or of the con- vention. As a majority of the credentials committee viewed ‘the matter, it would be a manifest injustice to deprive these two delegates of their right to take a hand in the deliberations; on the other hand, the com- mittee held it to be equally unfair that those two should be permitted to cast the ballots of their ten associates, inasmuch as they could have no way of knowing what the personal preferences of the absentees | might be. However, to meet the peculiar condition the committee now made the following recommendation, to wit as fol- lows: That the secretary of the convention be instructed to prepare an alphabetical list of such delegates as were present in person, and that only such delegates as an- swered to their own names upon roll call and no others whatsoever—be permitted to vote upon any question or questions subsequently arising in this convention. Respectfully submitted. For a period of time to be measured by split seconds there was silence. Then a whirlwind of sound whipped round and round that packed little martin-box of an opera house and, spiraling upward, threat- ened the integrity of its tin roof. Senator Maydew had delivered his king-stroke, and the purport of it stood clearly betrayed to the understanding of all. With Bryce’s vot- ing strength reduced from twelve votes to two, and with all possibility of voting by proxy removed, the senator was bound to win the nomination on the first ballot. The Maydew men foresaw the inevitable result, if the recommendation of the committee should prevail, and they reared up in their places and threw their hats aloft and yelled. The Guest forces saw it, and they howled their disapprobation until they were hoarse. The tumult stilled down to a ground breeze of mutterings as Judge Priest got upon his feet. To him in this dire emer- gency the Guest forces, now neck-deep in the last ditch, looked hopefully for a coun- terfire that might yet save them from the defeat looming so imminent. There and then, for once in his life, the judge failed to justify the hopes and the faith of his | followers. He seemed strangely unable to | find language in which effectively to combat the proposition before the house. He floun- dered about, making no headway, pushing no points home. He practically admitted he knew of nothing in party usage or in parliamentary law that might serve as a | bar to the adoption of the proposed rule. 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but PRWal Sweet Fr re aN lly R Ivals a } most. THE SATURDAY convention take an adjournment, thus giv- ing the secretary time and opportunity in which to prepare the alphabetical list. With that he broke off suddenly and quit and sat down; and then the heart went out of the collective body of the Guest adher- ents and they quit, too, waiting in sullen, bewildered, disappointed silence for the inevitable. After this it was felt that any further opposition to the Maydew program would but a perfunctory opposition. The majority report of the committee on cre- dentials was adopted by fifty-seven to fifty-three, the two Bryce delegates voting in the negative, as was to be expected. Even so, Maydew had a lead of four votes, which was not very many—but enough. To the accompaniment of a few scattering and spiritless Nays the convention took a recess of one hour. This meant a mighty busy hour for the secretary, but Maydew, from his temporary abiding place in the wings, sent orders to his floor managers to permit no more than an hour’s delay at He was craving jor the taste of his | accomplished triumph. Besides, there was no trusting so mercurial a stream as Little River. It might go down with the same rapidity that had marked its coming up. So an hour it was. The delegates flowed out of the Mar- shallville opera house into the public square of Marshallville, and half of them, or a little more than half, were openly jubilant; and half of them, or a little less than half, were downcast, wearing the look upon their faces of men who were licked and who knew it, good and well. Moving along through the crowded aisle, a despondent delegate from Mims, a distant kinsman of Major Guest, found himself touching shoulders with Sergeant Jimmy Bagby, who was a delegate from our own county. The Mims County man, with a con- | temptuous flirt of his thumb, indicated the | broad back of Judge Priest as the judge | ambled deliberately along toward the door. | bitter rec apitulation; * “IT knowed it,” he said in the tones of ‘I knowed it from | the start and I told ’em so; but no, they Ye Ra I LWAUKE KEE $1.00, 0 SL 1085.00 a Bp eae Staunton Military Academy An Ideal Home School for Manly Boys 175 Revs from 45 States last session reest Private Academy in the united States. Boys from 10 to 0 wears old eee oe \ l’ miver sities Government \ Academies or Business \ a t cheva saatevel: ire dry, bracing mountain r of the famous Shenan a ‘ah Valley. Pure mineral Zz pring waters. Military } training develops obedi ence, health and manly car riage Fine, shady lawna, gymnasium, swimming pool ie park. Daily drills homes of refinement my a ired, Personal, individual instruction by our tutorial system. Agodoms filty five years oid. 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Samunt V. ¢ ou8. 7) D1 i D., President Massachusetts, Norton (3) miles from Mass. College of Osteopathy Chartered 1687. Right to confer Doctor's degree given by the legis tatare. Faculty of 60 physiciane Forty thousand dollar college and hoapital in process of erection, Opens Sept. 13th. Write for catalog 15 Craigie St., Cambridge, Mass. me. i knowed old Priest yonder was too old to be tryin’ to run a campaign ag’inst a smart feller like Maydew, dern his slick hide! When the real test come, what did your Jedge Priest do? Why, he just natchelly curled up and laid flat down—that’s what he done. I reckin they'll listen to me next time.” For once in his life, and once only, Ser- ppent Jimmy Bagby teetered just the least pit in his unquestioning allegiance to his a > ys friend. 1, I don’t know,” he said, shaking his head; “I don’t know. You might be right in Fe. you say, and then ag’in you might be wrong. It shore did look like he slipped a little, awhile ago, but you can’t | jest always tell what's on Jedge Priest’s mind,” he added, loyalty. The Mims County man grunted his disgust. “Don’t be foolin’ yourself,” he stated morosely. ‘You take it from me—when old men start goin’ they don’t never come back. And your old Jedge is plumb gone. A baby could ‘a’ seen that frum the way he acted jest now. The object of this criticism plowed his slow way outdoors, all the while shaking his head with the air of one who has aban- doned hope. In the street he gently but firmly disengaged himself from those who would have speech with him, and with obvious gloom in his manner made a way across the square to the Mansard House, where he and Major Guest had adjoining rooms on the second floor. His gait brisk- pluckily renewing his | ened, though, as soon as he had passed through the lobby of the Mansard House and was hidden from the eyes of friend and enemy alike. From the privacy of his room he sent out for certain men. With Captain Buck Owings, a small, grayish, resolute gentle- man, and with Sheriff Giles Birdsong, a large, reddish, equally resolute aoallauen, he was closeted perhaps ten minutes. They went away saying nothing to anyone, for the gift of silence was an attribute that these two shared in common. Then the Judge had brief audience with Major Guest, | who emerged from the conference a crushed | and diminished figure. Finally he asked to speak witn Sergeant Bagby. The sergeant found him sitting in his shirt-sleeves, with his feet on a window ledge, looking out into the square and gently agitating a palm- | leaf fan. EVENING POST “Jimmy,” he said, “I want you torun an | errand fur me. Will you go find Dabney Prentiss—I seen him down there on the street a minute ago—and tell him I say to git a speech ready?” “What kind of a speech?” Sergeant Bagby. “Jimmy Bagby,” reproved Judge Priest, “‘ain’t you knowed Dab Prentiss long enough to know that you don’t have to tell him what kind of a speech he’s to make? He’s got all kinds of speeches in stock at all times. I'll confide this much to you though—it’ll be the kind of a speech that he would ‘specially prefer to make. Jest tell him I say be ready to say a few burnin’ words when the proper time comes, ef it does come, which I certainly hope and trust it may.” Not greatly informed in his mind by this somewhat cryptic explanation, the Sergeant withdrew, and Judge Priest, getting up on his feet, actually began humming a little wordless, tuneless tune which was a favor- ite of his. However a thought of the melan- choly interview that he had just had with Major Guest must have recurred to him almost immediately, for when he appeared in the open a bit later on his return to the opera house his head was bent and his form was shrunken and his gait was slow. He seemed a man weighed down with vain repinings and vainer regrets. It would appear that the secretary in the interim had completed his appointed task, for no sooner had the convention reas- sembled than the chairman mounted to the stage and took his place alongside a small table behind the footlights and announced that nominations would now be in order; which statement was a cue for Attorney-at- Law Augustus Tate, of the County of Emmett, to get gracefully upon his feet and toss back his imposing mane and address the assemblage. Attorney Tate was an orator of parts, as he now proceeded to prove beyond the slightest peradventure of a doubt. He was known as the Black Eagle of Emmett, for it had been said of him that he had an eye like that noble bird, the eagle. He had a chin like one, too; but that, of course, had no bearing upon his talents as displayed upon the stump, on the platform and in the forum, and in truth only a few malicious detractors had ever felt called upon to direct attention to the fact. In flowing and sonorous periods he placed in nomination the name of the Honorable Horace K. Maydew, concluding in a burst of verbal pin wheels and metaphorical skyrockets, whereat there was a great display of enthusiasm from floor and balcony. When quiet had been restored Judge Priest got slowly up from where he sat and took an action which was not entirely unexpected, inasmuch as rumors of it had been in active circulation for half an hour or more. In twenty words he withdrew the name of the Honorable J. C. C. Guest as a candidate before the convention. Only a rustle of bodies succeeded this announcement—that and an exhalation of breath from a few delegations, which at- tained to the volume of a deep joint sigh. The chairman glanced over the house with a brightening eye. It was almost time | to begin the jubilation. As a matter of fact | several ardent souls among the Maydewites | could hardly hold themselves in until the | few remaining formalities had been com- plied with. They poised themselves upon the edges of their chairs, with throats tuned to lead in the yelling. “Are there any other nominations?” asked the chairman, turning this way and that. He asked it as a matter of form merely. “If not, the nominations will be closed and the secretary will - “Mister Cheerman, one minute.’ The interrupting voice was the high- piped voice of Judge Priest, and the chair- man straightened on his heels as though he had been bee-stung, to find Judge Priest still upon his feet. “The chair recognizes Judge Priest again,” said the chairman blandly. He assumed the Judge meant to accept his beating gracefully and, in the interest of party harmony, to move the nomination of Maydew by acclamation. On his part that would have been a fair enough presump- | tion, but the first utterances that came now | from the old Judge jerked open the eyes | inquired and gaped the mouth of the presiding officer. 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Judge Priest in his weedy notes. “It is now my pleasure to offer in his stead the name of another man as a suitable and a fittin’ representative of this district in the National Halls of Congress.” He glanced about him as though enjoying the surprised hush that had fallen upon the place, and for just a fraction of a second his eyes focused upon the lone occupant of the right-hand stage box, almost above his head. Then he went on, deliberately prolonging his syllables: “The man whom I would nominate has never so fur as I know been active in politics. So fur as I know he has never aspired to or sought fur public office at the hands of his feller-citizens; in fact, he does not now seek this office. In presentin’ his name for your consideration I am doin’ so solely upon my own responsibility and without consultin’ anyone on this earth. “My present candidate is not an orator. He is not a mixer or an organizer. I am constrained to admit that, measured by the standards of commerce, he is not even a successful man. He is poor in this world’s goods. He is leadin’ at this moment a life of retirement upon a little barren hillside farm, where the gulleys furrow his tobacco oo and the sassafras sprouts are takin’ is cornfield, and the shadder of a mortgage rests heavy upon his lonely roof tree. “But he is an honest man and a God- fearin’ man. As a soldier under the stars and bars he done his duty to the sorrowful end. As a citizen he has never willfully harmed his feller-man. He never invaded the sanctity of any man’s home, and he never brought sorrow to any hearthstone. Ef he has his faults—and who amongst us is without them?—he has been the sole suf- ferer by them. I beliete it has been charged that he drank some, but I never seen him under the influence of licker, and I don’t believe anybody else ever did either “T nominate ” His voice took on the shrillness of a fife and his right fist, pudgy and clenched, came up at arm’s length above his head—‘‘ I nominate—and on that nomination, in accordance with a rule but newly framed by this body, I call here and now fur an alphabetical roll call of each and every delegate—I offer as a candidate fur Congress aginst the Honorable Horace K. Maydew the name of my friend, my neighbor and my former comrade, Lysandy John Curd, of the voting precinct of Lone Ellum and the County of McMillan.” There was no applause. Not a ripple of approbation went up, nor a ripple of hostil- ity either. But a gasp went up—a mighty gasp, deep and sincere and tremendously significant. Of those upon the stage it was the chair- man, I think, who got his wits back first. He was naturally quick-witted, else his sponsor would never have chosen him for chairman. In a mute plea for guidance he turned his head toward the wing of the stage where he knew that sponsor should be, and abruptly, at a distance from him to be measured by inches rather than by feet, his gaze encountered the hypnotizing stare of Captain Buck Owings, who had magic- ally materialized from nowhere in particular and was now at his elbow. “Stay right where you are,” counseled Captain Buck in a half whisper. “We've had plenty of these here recesses—these proceedin’s are goin’ right on.” Daunted and bewildered, the chairman hesitated, his gavel trembling in his tem- porarily palsied hand. In that same moment Sheriff Giles Birdsong had got upon the stage, too; only he deemed his proper place to be directly alongside the desk of the secretary, and into the startled ear of the secretary he now spoke. “Start your roll call, buddy,”’ was what Mr. Birdsong said, saying it softly, in lull- aby tones, yet imparting a_ profound meaning to his crooning and gentle accents. “And be shore to call off the names in alphabetical order—don’t furgit that part!” Inward voices of prudence dictated the value of prompt obedience in the brain of that secretary. Quaveringly he called the first name on the list of the first county, and the county was Bland and the name was Homer H. Agnew. Down in the Bland County delegation, seated directly in front of the stage, an old man stood up—the Rev. Homer H. Agnew, an itinerant preacher. “My county convention,” “instructed us for Maydew. he explained, But under the law of this convention I vote now as an individual. presented I can vote only one way. for Curd.” As between the two candidates I vote THE SATURDAY Having voted, There were no cheers and no hisses. Every- body waited. In a silence so heavy that it hurt, they waited. And the secretary was constrained to call the second name on the Bland County list: “ Patrick J. Burke!” Now Patrick J. Burke, as one might guess from his name, belonged to a race that has been called sentimental and emo- tional. Likewise he was a communicant of a faith which long ago set its face like flint against the practice of divorce. “I vote for Curd,” said Patrick J. Burke, and likewise he stood up, a belligerent, defiant, stumpy, red-haired man. “Rufus Burnett!” This was the first convention Rufus Burnett had ever attended in an official capacity. well he acquitted himself, he had brought his wife with him and put her in the bal- cony. We may figure Mrs. Burnett as a strong-minded lady, for before he answered to his name Mr. Burnett, as though seeking higher guidance, cocked a pestered eye aloft to where the lady sat, and she, saying nothing, merely pointed a finger toward the spot where old Judge Priest was stationed. Rufus knew. “Curd,” he said clearly and distinctly. | Somebody yelled then, and other voices took up the yell. There were eleven. names on the Bland County list. The secretary had reached the eighth and had heard eight voices speak the same word, when an interruption occurred— perhaps I should say two inter- | ruptions occurred. The Black Eagle of Emmett darted out from the wings, bounded over the foot- | lights and split a path for himself to the | seat of Judge Priest. For once he forgot to be oratorical. “‘We'll quit, Judge,” he panted, “we’reready to quit. Maydew will withdraw—I’ve just come from him. He can’t stand for this to go on; he’ll withdraw if you'll take Curd’s name down too. Any compromise candidate will do. Only, for heaven’s sake, withdraw Curd before this goes any farther!” “All right, son,” said Judge Priest, rais- ing his voice to be heard, for by now the secretary had called the ninth name and the chee ring was increasing in volume; “that suits me first rate. But you with- draw your man first, and then I'll tell you who the nominee of this convention is goin’ to be.” Turning, he put a hand upon Sergeant Bagby’s arm and shook him until the ser- geant broke a whoop in two and hearkened. “Jimmy,” said Judge Priest with a little chuckle, “step down the aisle, will you, and tell Dabney Prentiss to uncork himself and git his speech of acceptance all ready. He don’t know it yit, but he’s goin’ to move up to W ashington, D. C., after the next gineral election.” Just as the sergeant started on his mission the other interruption occurred. A lady fainted. She was conspicuously established in the stage box on the right- hand side, and under the circumstances and with so many harshly appraisive eyes fixed upon her there was really nothing else for her to do, as a lady, except to faint. She slipped out of her chair and fell backward upon the floor. It must have been a genuine faint, for certainly no person who was even partly conscious, let alone a_ tenderly nurtured woman, could have endured to lie flat upon the hard planks, as this lady did, with all those big, knobby jet buttons grinding right into her spine. Although I may have wandered far from the main path and taken the patient reader into devious byways, I feel I have ac- complished what I set out to do in the beginning: I have explained how Dabney Prentiss came to be our representative in the Lower House of the Nationa! Congress. The task is done, yet I feel that I should not conclude until I have repeated a short passage of words between Sergeant Jimmy Bagby and that delegate from Mims County who was a distant kinsman of Major Guest. It happened just after the convention, having finished its work, had adjourned, and while the delegates and the spectators were emerging from the Marshall- ville opera house. All jubilant and excited now, the Mims County man came charging up and slapped Sergeant Bagby upon the shoulder. “Well, sir,” he clarioned, “the old Jedge did come back, didn’t he?” “My son,” said Sergeant Bagby, “you was wrong before and you’re wrong ag’in. He didn’t have to come back, because he ain’t never been gone nowheres.” In order that she might see how | EVENING POST he remained standing. Prize Picnic Luncheons | —Try Them Deviled Ham and Pepper Sandwiches 2 Deviled Ham “Club” Sandwiches Cold Fried Chicken Sliced Tomatoes Cold Veal Loaf Sliced Cucumbers Deviled Ham and Sliced Tomato Sandwiches 1 Chocolate Cake ice ca Old-fashioned "Hermits" Lemonade 3 Boiled Fees Sweet Pickles Sheed Fresh Pineapple Nut Cake Coffee How to Prepare thin slices of tomato (cut with “Good Tastes for 1. Chop ish pep- Sharp knife), and a little mayon- Good Times” mix with ®aise. 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“—-And Five Minutes to Spare Thanks to That Firestone Cementless Tube Patch” HE delay wasn’t serious of itself—but they had to make that train, and they never could have done it without the help of that Firestone Cementless Patch! part of the tube. It took such a little time to put on, and it held as if a And that’s always the way when dealers are to provide their trade with the invaluable Firestone **forehanded’’ enough TIRE ACCESSORIES For Automobiles and Motorcycles They come to the rescue just when they are needed most. They furnish that help which often adds hundreds of miles to the life of your tire long after it is supposed to have reached the ‘‘age-limit.” Note tab which permits instant removal of protecting muslin FREE Cementless Tube Patch To prove the superlative working success of Firestone patches we will send one FREE to the address of any car-owner or dealer. A trial is enough to prove the exclusive advantages. Use coupon in opposite corner. Firestone Accessories are made by experts who specialize in tires—built from the tire- maker's standpoint, espec ially to meet the needs of the motorist. They cover every possible contingency. Dealers—Y ou know how big ‘‘Emergenvy Service”’ counts. Firestone Accessories give that help at a pinch by which you will be remembered to you proht and prestige. Firestone Non-Skid Tires—Extra Quality—Average Price The extra i e of Firesto ral result of extras | t t t the } ‘ production in the wor Largest Ex eT I marketin ‘ és and volume of t redu st. See dealer today Firestone Tire and Rubber Co. “‘America’s Largest Exclusive Tire and Rim Makers"’ Akron, Ohio—Branches and Dealers Everywhere Pneumatic Tires, Track Tires, Pleasure Electric Tires, Carriage Tires, Motorcycle Tires, Fire Apparates Tires, Rims, Tire Accessories, etc FIRESTONE Heek-On Boot lincher of Straight Sick FIRESTONE Lace-On Boot Fits any «tyle or type of ti Furnished i extra long laces. ¢ an be ened wit our Inst Blowout Patch FIRESTONE Inside Blowout Patch Strong and reliable holds tire securely after ylowout FIRESTONE Emergency Blowou t Patch ventsst lcutsor punctures t " or motor © tires from be ng large a Firestone ‘CURE - cur » MESTONE TIRE & Rub? FIRESTONE A soft rubber gum for filling in trea enags Keeps out dirt and 1 FIRESTONE Air Pressure Gauge Indispensable ire users who dedire longest ye am Fi irestone Tire & Rubber Co., Akron, Ohio t Plea end FREI he ren Comet I a

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Cooling Food and Drink puicy and full-flavored that they delight the most jaded of palates Free Recipe Books We will mail you, free two Vv aluable c ook Don't go without oranges this summer because you think they're high priced, or that they are “out of season.” These are mistaken ideas Sunkist are picked ripe every day the year ‘round in California Order now from your dealer—ask for Sunkist Valencias, oranges so sweet, tender, books filled with excellent orange and lemon recipes if you'll send your name and address on a post card to Dept. A55 California Fruit Growers Exchange, Chicago, Illinois Insist on Sunkist Lemons unkist SELECTED CALIFORNIA VALENCIA ORANGES All First Class Dealers Sell Them at the Price of Ordinary Oranges eT a ee a =