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Published Weekly ———— The Curtis Publishing Company Independence Square Philadelphia London: 6,Henrietta Street Covent Garden,W.C L Volume 188 ERY few nations maintain pet ban- dits, but the United States had a nice one for two or three years. Always in the van in these little idealisms, we picked a perfect specimen and coddled him admiringly and fondly. To be sure, as I write this, some eight or nine thousand American soldiers are chasing him through the cactus in Mexico, with orders to disperse him, disperse being a euphemism for kill or capture, such as it is polite to apply to instructions concerning old and formerly valued friends; but that is no fault of ours. We would have been glad to retain him as our pet, but the pet reverted to type on us, a contingency that gave us both pause and pain, for he was most fervent in his protestations of loyal friendship and coéperation. Francisco Villa is our pet bandit’s name. If the soldiers have any luck that “‘is’’ must be read “‘ was” when this appears in print, but as it is written the tense is present, albeit the bandit is absent and going strong. Still, he was present at Columbus, New Mexico, at ten minutes past four o'clock in the morn- ing of March ninth, for a bullet from a rifle of one of his soldiers hit the station-master’s clock and stopped it at that exact moment. Moreover, similar bullets similarly fired killed nine American civilians and eight American soldiers, and wounded others, burn- ing a few buildings the while, so the reversion of Francisco Villa from amigo to assassin may be said to have been reasonably complete. The story of the raid and what happened there- after has been told so completely that it is familiar; but the story of the events that led up to the raid, the train of circumstances that changed the policy of our Government from waiting to dispersing, is neither familiar nor understood by the American people, and it so happens that evidence was found after that raid that completes the story and shows the effect of pet- ting a bandit, not only on the bandit but on the coddlers. Francisco Villa, as the legend goes and as the press notices went, had been a bandit for twenty years before he became a patriot so-called. He lived in the mountains of Mexico, made his forays from time to THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Founded A°’D' 1728 Sy Benj. Franklin Copyright,1916 by The Curtis Publishing Company un the United States and Great Britain Entered at the Philadelphia Pc as Second Class Matter it Uitte Entered as Second Class Mati Post Office Department Ottawa. Canada PHILADELPHIA, APRIL 22, 1916 Number 43 OUR PET By SAMUEL G. BLYTHE AINDIT=VILLEA swagger and a proficiency in profanity a obscenity that celebrated him among tl Mexicans, who are amazingly profi — ~ — that sort of thing—a brutal, indecent, maraudir | and murdering outlaw Then, about five years or so ago, began the ser of revolutions in Mexico that have beer 1c} source of annoyance, to be Administrations at Washingtor Mr. Taft was President, with the Diaz that culminated in the victory of the Mader contention, the downfall of Diaz, ar bloody paths that led to the assassination of mild abou These started w! revolution ag d rushed along the the accession of Huerta, the revolution aga | Huerta, the episode at Vera Cruz, and thus and s« Mr. Taft had his opportunity to take the matter in hand, but Mr. Taft let matters drift, and when h left office passed the Mexican buck to Mr. Wilsor | who still has it and, as it seen " till a quanda as to what to do with it Five Years of Bloody Misrule | lr WOULD take a book to tell the story of that fiv years, and a big book at that. It has been a situ tion full of intrigue, mistakes, blunders, plots by spe cial interests, urgings by uninformed jingoes, } ng of Americans to the number of seventy or more, destroy ng and confiscating of property, murder, r | incendiarism, famine and prostration. In that fiy years Mexico has come to be a financial nonent with no treasury resources, no money, no borrow capacity, a flat currency that isn’t worth a pound; with no crops, with no food for her pre with pestilence and starvation ravaging her territory; with no stable government —a land of n der, factional quarrels, with thousands of expatriate of the better class in the United State desolate and harassed. Mexico has beer looted by Mexicans wh ik have posed as patriots, aided by Americans who hay > done no posing but have grabbed the swag. Five ™ six hundred million dollars of invested Amer money has been at the mercy of the nifting cenary alleged governments and their r porters, and the time, murdered when he deemed murder necessary es whole situation ha ym , which was frequently—robbed for a livelihood, and PRET GY VUE CHTEREANSER, FON GEER, HED VERE CIT The story is intricate, involved, and a t " . : He Was No Robber Baron, but a Simple Protetarian . was shrewd enough to maintain himself as one of the Sanctien ite Gelbets Seam the Getitesbe not to be told accurately, for if ther ‘ common people. He was no robber baron, but a udiced interested person, if ther ‘ simple proletarian exacting his tribute from the well-to-do and distributing portions of who knows about Mexico who hasn't a bias caused by his individua ere r his gains to the peons. He was a dashing, devil-may-care fellow, who rode a horse political interests, or the similar interests of associates or promote rn superbly, shot with exact aim, considered killing as an essential of his business, and have been unable to find him, and I have made a long search. In reality the iat roistered in the country cantinas, throwing about his money with the utmost prodigality at present is an economic situation before it is anything else, and the Naturally he became the bandit ideal of the country folk. economic solution; but of that later. For the present Francisco Villa, wi ith punitive expedition into Mexico that may, or may not, result in the regene The Claims of the Bandit Chief on Our Consideration Mexico, is the interesting and important center of the stage Villa came down from his bandit hiding places during the course of thes¢ T HAS been said frequently that during these twenty years so great was the cunning revolutions and offered his services to the revolutionist He was against the and elusiveness of Ville that President Diaz was never able to catch him, although That was natural enough, for the government had always been against hi: | Federal troops and rurales were constantly chasing him. It is doubtful if Villa ever was firm in his idea that the common people had wrongs that must be right iH occupied much of the attention of Diaz. When it came to bandits in Mexico there were sympathies were with the common people. They had nothing of which he others. At least, there was one period, during that twenty years when Villa was the them, and they were his friends and protector Anything that would assist ir overthrow of the government was meat and drink for Villa, and he dropped the idealistic sort of bandit his press agents and supporters and proponents made him out to be to the United States, when Diaz might have found Villa, for Villa was in jail for cattle stealing, and was pardoned on representations from a Mexican lawyer who had a pull with the government. Such unromantic details did not jibe with the reputation that was built for Villa, and they were disregarded when his claims for our distinguished consideration were presented—never mentioned during the process of making him a pet. You see, it was necessary to maintain the legend. So, as the story went, Diaz never was able to catch Villa, and even the Diaz soldiers admired the bold and bloviating robber who dashed about and dispossessed the haughty dons of their substance from time to time. A bandit is not supposed to have many of the tender traits, nor to be subject to the conventions of society, and although Villa was always scrupulous about marrying his wives in a church he had a general reputation for fierceness, cruelty and cunning, and a disregard for law and order that he diligently maintained. He was a bandit and didn’t care who knew it, and a low-browed, small-eyed, snag-toothed bandit, with a bandit for the time being and became a patriot Now Villa is a strong person, a man of much natural ability ar military genius. He cannot read and his writing ability extends his name, but he is shrewd and cunning, and, moreover, he ha of men. He is as courageous as he is brutal, and he has the fa fear of him in the hearts of his the and, at superb figure rallying cry. Things drifted along. mer sort of per time, does not engender hatred given the same to his soldiers, the ations. the rebels, that he must go, but he remained obstinate abou President of Mexico were fighting his Federal troops rather successfully, Presently the soldierly him a waiting qualities of Ville begar tel ; { ; r 1 of a certain cor only to ‘ the great ilty of sonal fear that « Villa | to emotional affiliz Carranza and Villa and other chieftains and Washington was wat ognize putting } giit rt Huerta was informed, not only by our Government (

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST April 22, 1916 the first chief of the revolutionists, held at Washington to be a narrow ountry lawyer of Spanish type and Villa was picked as the coming man. Villa began to grow. His military exploitsand his succession of victories stamped him as a big fellow. We looked him over, watching him closely, admiring his soldierly abilities, and conveniently forgetting his bandit days. He swanked about in the north of Mexico, a swash- buckling figure of a rebellious patriot, and we fell for him, to use the vernacular. We took him at his own estimate of himself, which was that he was a sort of Napoleon in the rough. Do you see that string?” he would say to about him, after he had tied a string round an apple. ‘‘The apple is the world, and the string is the name of Pancho Villa, that goes all round the I am the Napoleon of Mexico. I am the Napoleon of the world, just as my French colleague was a hundred years ane.” He did some clever things. His ruse at the taking of Juarez was a striking one. He was nominally but he was those world him, and Villa stock went down in Washington with a most astonishing slump when you come to consider what Villa had been to us In September of last year we cast him off entirely, told him he needn’t come round any more, and recognized the government of Car- ranza as the provisional government of Mexic« That was the final blow. Villa, after his space of Napoleonic splendor, was shoved aside and stamped as an outlaw and a rebel, and he imme- diately began to act the part. He never had held Americans in high regard, considering their attentions to him as dictated largely by fear of his prowess, and he spread the word that we, white-livered cowards that we were as the case may be or are, had recognized Carranza because we could dictate to Carranza, and knew that Francisco Villa would never submit to the wishes of the United States, but, indeed, un- doubtedly would march across the border and conquer us and make us vassal to his imperial will. Now the temper of the Mexican people, in the mass, is one of intense hatred for Americans and coming up to that city, which is just across from E| Paso and was strongly garrisoned against him. At a station down the road he stopped a freight train of loaded coal cars. He had previously taken the telegraph operator at the station. He telegraphed in to the railroad authorities at Juarez, using the name of the conductor of the coal train, that the engine was in trouble and that he would be compelled to back the train into Juarez for repairs. ‘Then he unloaded the coal and put his soldiers in the coal cars and, by sending men ahead and taking the telegraph operators at the various stations between his starting point and Juarez, he kept news of his trick from getting to Juarez and backed his trainload of soldiers right into the middie of the city, which he captured in a short time Chat put him in close contact with this country, and we began to hear more of Villa. Americans along the border, for reasons of their own, hailed him as the great conqueror and patriot, and the ego of Villa swelled appreciably each twenty-four hours. He began to think that what they said of him was true. He began to think that what he said of I am not telling the story chronolog- , for that would entail the printing of a mass of detail that is now water over the dam. The essential fact is that Villa, by virtue of various emissaries at Washington, became the hope of the Administration. He was looked the man who controlled the destinies of turbulent troubled Mexico. himself icall was true. upon a and Playing Napoleon in Northern Mexico C' METIME along in those days of the growth of Villa \) General Hugh Scott, of the American Army, now chief of staff, appeared at El Paso. Maybe he was there all the That is unimportant. Anyhow, General Scott and Villa had a meeting on the middle of the international bridge between El Paso and Juarez at midnight one night, a secret meeting, and held a long confab. General Scott gave Villa a book about the rules of war, and was much gratified to learn later that Villa was not summarily execut- ing his prisoners, and was taking care of his wounded, and was displaying other symptoms of humanity and recog- of the responsibilities of a Napoleon of Mexico. General Scott was greatly impressed with the sincerity of time nition BY THE INTERNATIONAL FILM SERVICE, NEW YORK CITY General John Joseph Pershing, U. 5. A. the motives of Villa, his patriotism and his devotion to the cause of the people. The General reported to the President. Mr. Wilson was impressed also. Villa had moving pictures taken of himself in company with Amer- ican army officers, and he was the fair-haired boy, so far as the watchful waiters were concerned. This lasted for some time. Villa was the popular idol. His own men were fanatically for him, and the soldiers of all the other Mexican generals were desperately afraid of him. He moved about in the north in the best Napoleonic manner, and his egotism grew until he privately admitted and publicly at times—that he, Francisco Villa, could whip all creation, and that that section of creation known as the United States of America would be perfectly easy for him. The mere mention of his name would subjugate us. We pampered him. We were his strong admirers and sup- porters. Having taken him on as our particular pet, we petted him assiduously. Francisco Villa became so puffed up over himself that hisegotism took on a tinge of insanity. Carranza triumphed. There were all the preliminaries of the provisional government. Then, about a year ago, there came a split between Villa and Carranza. That was inevitable, for Carranza is not without due appreciation of his own eminent qualities as a patriot, a soldier and a statesman. There was a convention and its Latin con- volutions, politics of the most intricate sort, intrigue, plot- ting, and all the concomitants of the land of the double cross. The result, after a series of incidents that are now more historical than important, was that Villa broke with Carranza and organized a revolution against him, claiming that he was the only properly constituted savior of Mexico, and that the people should join with him to depose Carranza and punish him for daring to defy the Mexican Napoleon. A series of battles followed, with the decisive one at Calaya, where Villa was soundly whipped, but where he claimed he would have won had it not been for a shortage of ammunition, and disobedience of his orders by one of his generals. Meantime, the affectionate regard in which our Government held Villa was rapidly cooling. Indeed, we were quite frigid toward our former esteemed amigo. He wasn't proving up. Carranza was. Obregon, Carranza’s general, was whipping Villa every time he came up with of contempt for us. They think we are a nation of cowards, and that we will not fight, no mat- ter what the provocation. Of course that is of minor im- portance on our side of the line, but it has its elements of importance on the Mexican side. Villa, through the news- papers and by the ballads of the song writers, fostered the national hatred of the gringos, and kept some of his forces with him by his boasting that he could conquer us when- ever he saw fit to make an assault against us. Villa’s Round Robin to Zapata UR Government gave Carranza permission to send his soldiers across Texas to facilitate their movements against Villa, and that incensed Villatofury. Hedeveloped the scheme in his own mind to declare war on the United States. His soldiers were leaving him. His fiat money was worthless. He was hard pressed for food and horses. He was in a much reduced condition, speaking Napoleoni- cally, but his egotism grew greater. Indeed, it is probable that he is practically insane with self-approval, and has been for some time. It is necessary to go ahead of the story a little in order to tell of Villa’s movements and schemes during the time that followed the passing of Carranza soldiers across Texas, which was in October, 1915, and the foray against Columbus, New Mexico, on March ninth of this year. After the fighting at Columbus, the attack by Villa, the battle in the dark morning hours, the burning of the hotel and other buildings, and the killing of a hundred or so Mexicans, two large portfolios were found by the American soldiers at Columbus and turned over to the men in com- mand. These were portfolios either thrown away by some Villa officer, or lost, and they contained many papers per- sonal to Villa. Most of the papers were of no value, but one was. Among these papers was a letter to Zapata, another Mexican freebooter and outlaw, written in Spanish and signed by twenty-eight Villa generals, including Villa him- self. This letter told of a meeting of these generals at the Bustillos ranch, a hundred miles west of Chihuahua City, or such a matter, and a hundred other Villa partisans, which was held on December twenty-third last. It detailed (Concluded on Page 46 ¢ } ar ONAL FILM SERVICE, NEW YORK If it ia True We Do Not Understand the Mexicans, it is Ten PYRIGHT GY THE INTERNATIONAL FILM SERY Times Truer That the Mexicans Do Not Understand Us €, NEW YORK CrTy

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E STOOD for a moment at the door of the restaurant before plunging into the eddy of Wall Street—a big, portly figure of a man, ruddy, well-shaven, sleek and whiffed up the clean odor of the spring day with the same somewhat gluttonous expression that was character- istic of him when sitting before food or savoring the aroma of a cigarette. A taxi flashed round the corner with the thin, alert, aging face of someone looking out of the win- dow, a face keen like the blade of a spear. Trainor nodded patronizingly, but with a warm, bland smile. The alert man threw him the curtest of nods. **A smart man,” Trainor paid tribute; “always on the job!” He moved down Wall Street toward the Mint Building with a long, dignified gait, hat slightly back on his head, cigar jutting from between his lips with an upward tilt like the bowsprit of a clipper. People looked at him as he passed, for he was an imposing figure of a man, a man who would have been handsome and compelling had he taken care of himself. But his waistline was running to bulk, his face, that should have been sharp and clean-cut, was becom- ing gross, and his eye was too cold. At the first glimpse you might have liked him, so comfortable did he appear and so unrestrainedly fond of life. You might have taken him for one of those old-time merchants who drank old wines and patronized sport, and whose business, by some mysterious dispensation of Providence, prospered and grew. But after a minute’s conversation with him you had the impression of a dank coldness in the air, the atmosphere of a moist cellar, instead of the hearty warmth to be expected from the imagined type. And you noticed three things in rapid succession: That the gray eye, the whitey- tray eye beneath the square brow, had a glint that was mean, that was selfish, that was untrustworthy; the mouth wide and tightly pressed, corners drawn back—a mouth that might whine like a punished dog’s, or might snarl with the snarl of a frightened fox, or might sneer with the cold, vacuous, vicious sneer of a puny man; and the third point you would notice was that the chin, which should have been the king-pin in the external structure of his character, had been nullified by the growth of flesh about it, had become, as it were,'a mere osseous projection that seemed to serve ds a peg for a double chin. As he moved down the little hill of Wall Street, through the mass of business men, chic stenographers, pert office boys and weary telegraph messengers that made the street eddy like a treacherous stream, there were many who nodded to him and passed on. He seemed to have a myriad of acquaintances, but none friendly enough to stop and shake hands or to ask about his health or business. A few of the men seemed contemptuous toward him, a few seemed furtive in their nodded greeting, as though he were a person not to be known, a few were frankly not desirous of seeing him. A pale, hawk-faced lawyer with a breezy Western client by his side nodded in response to Trainor’s pleasant smile “Who is it?” the client asked.

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“Oh, that?” the lawyer queried. A little yawn of dis- taste showed on his face. “‘That’s John Trainor, the pur- chasing agent for the Azure Star Line.” “What's wrong with him?” the Westerner smiled. “ You made a face like a kid taking medicine. What's up?” “Well” —the lawyer spat the words in disgust —“‘if you want to know, that’s the damnedest grafter, liar and thief in the city. He’s not even a big one. He's a cheap piker.”’ He shook his head. “And the queer part of it is that ten years ago he used to be one of the decentest fellows in the world.” “*Grows on you like dope,”’ the client nodded. “You've got it,”’ the lawyer turned to him. “ You've laid your finger on it. That man doesn’t know how deep init he is. Some of these days he’s going to be caught with the goods, and then—good night!” It was not unknown to John Trainor, this dislike which the men of his world and their womenfolk entertained for him and seemed hardly able to dissemble. He explained it to himself in a variety of ways. These were envious of him, he said, envious of the ability that had at thirty-five made him one of the most important officials in one of the largest steamship lines in the country. He did through their veiled hostility and distinguish contempt behind it, for it would have been impossible for him to grasp that such a feeling could be entertained toward him. He considered himself, with his bland manner, with his ever-ready smile, with his quick jokes, his lavish lunches, to be one of the most popular men in the downtown dis- trict. He had associates, he had what he called friends, men of his own easy-going type, who were accustomed to gather at lunches and dinners and to dub the more staid and conservative members in their business grouches and kill-joys. He turned into Broad Street where the current from Wall Street turned at right angles and widened, as a river widens on its way to the sea. Brokers hustled in and out of the Stock Exchange like scurrying mice. Hoarsely the curb brokers raised their voices in insistent, raucous cries. They bubbled in their milled inclosure like water in a boiling pot. On the steps of the Mint a solitary office boy sat and ate lunch with the dramatic air of a philosopher. A warm, golden sunshine fell like a shower of fine rain. It divided the width of Broad Street and the narrowness of Nassau and Wall, and the peristyles of the Stock Exchange and the soaring heights of skyscrapers, into acute stretches of orange sunshine and gray shadow with the sharpness of a line drawing. ‘It’s a nice day,” Trainor said to himself, and he nodded again patronizingly, as though he were commending the sun for shining and the sky for being wide and blue. He looked about him before entering his office. One hundred yards away, near the dingy bulk of the Mint, a clergyman was raising his somber bulk on a box or some othereminence. Even at that distance Trainor could catch some detail of the strong, frank face, and he recognized it as that of the preacher whom brokers called affection- ately the Bishop of Wall Street. not see

EVENING POST DONN BYRNE “What shall it profit ’” He heard words and piece of sentences wafted toward him indistinctly like the inter mittent sound of distant bugles *What shall a man give in exchange for his soul?” His mouth tensed bacl into that ugly, vacuous sneer of his—triangular wrinkles about the tense corners and upper lip lifted to suggest snarling teeth “Bah!” he said disgustedly. “That sort of thing give

meapain!’’ And he strode in toward the waiting elevate i | es three years—that was thirteen years before—he had been purser on the flagship of the Azure Sta: He had been an efficient man and a handsome mar f what everyone says is true He had been meticulou exact in the discharge of his duties and scrupulously honest, possibly because at that time it had never occurred to hin to be anything else, and possibly also because thers little scope for dishonesty in the narrow compass of a pu duties. His work had been to make out manifests of cargoes, to keep accounts of tickets, to interview merchants who were dispatching freight. He was then the ling of the tree that to-day had gone a tall, clean-featured, clean-limbed whose skin the suns of bronzed to the clean sap } } iost and rotten man of twenty-five Brazil and the Caribbean had of a leather saddk Even then his color

smile was ready, but it was sincere; his jokes were fluent and he laughed at them himself, not as now, when they were only details in a business machinery, produced to have a psy< hological effect The black-mustached captain and the rudd uy shaven Danish first officer and the paternal old d rand the battered quartermast« him banter with the “A fine, clean, upstanding lad,” they said; “the sort of man we want at sea.”” would smile as the y passengers

But before their eyes, had they or known it, the timber of him was beginning to germinate the t seed of decay. It wa pleasant for him to have passengers to ta to, to be looked uj to by man) of them, to flirt th the daughters, to hear the easy sea confidences of themse! It was this probably that was the ruin of him. About |} on every side he saw pe mense weait nabobs going to and fror a rubbe plante reckoned their millions | ' great manulact ‘ ! the States traveling to investigate the new Gok South America. With these people he ate, dran| people to whom his 7 y was a tip fora hea They told storie f the great hotels in Nev dances at Sherry’s and the Plaza. The noke and drank wine that were the apex ol excell ] womenfolk invited him to dinners and dance i ‘ when he came ashore And it of it all there gre i hatred in his soul for the red-inked manifest and the ‘ stateroom and the routine of cargo a ticket O Barbados he saw a Bra an throw ‘ j gold piece to tne 4 » were diving al it the the «al

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ‘And I make less than that a day!”’ Trainor had mut- tered bitterly to himself. And it was not the idiotic lavish- ness of the deed that hurt him, nor the social injustice of it, but the fact that this man had money to burn while he, Trainor, had little more than none From such thoughts arose the desire for dishonesty. Now for the means. Among that stream of business men up and down, it was inevitable that there should be some soldiers of business fortune who considered their chicane to be smartness, and whose ideal of business was to get the better, by foul means if there were none fair, of their competitors and associates. Over the drinks in the moking room they told tales of lying, deceit and fraud t! as the phrase goes, within the law, and there- He saw that On every line he saw the occasional grafting of chief stewards, the petty intrigues between office and bridge, the plundering of ships’ stores, the bribes offered under the guise of presents. “They all do it,” he said to himself, ‘they all do it; and why And he was silently thoughtful. There were two qualities that made for his success in business later and that stuck to him now, his reticence and his intuition as to the character of other men. To the tanned officers on the bridge and to the paternal physician he uttered no word of his thoughts. They went ahead, believing him to be clean and upstanding, as they expressed it. They continued praising him to old Elias Dyer, who owned the line and gave to it such few activities as he could spare from his model farm and red-haired Irish He stroked his fine country gentleman's face with its fine white mustache like a deer’s inverted antlers. “If this is such a fine young man,”’ he stormed in that bluff, explosive manner of his, “‘why haven’t we got him in the office, damn it! Tell me that!” Trainor was made assistant purchasing agent. For six months or more Trainor had carried on his work in every way that the line expected of a man with his reputation. He had little time to devote to plans for the future, because in the first flash of his new position he had married the daughter of Captain Sanderson, that tall, cadaverous old skipper who had beaten up and down every sea from Canton to Callao, and to whose spirit there was as little dishonesty or deception as there was There is to every man a great capacity for love, no matter whether he be crooked or straight, which will last until the spirit from which it emanates is completely covered and calked and im- prisoned by evil and sordid things. Until then the crookedness had touched his spirit, or soul, if you like—nct in black splotches but as a gray mist. It had not as yet begun to clog the pores. In those days he loved Millicent Sanderson with every atom of devotion of which he was capable It was, queerly enough, his devotion to her that brought him to his first bribe. Daniels, the hawk-faced man in the taxi to whom he had nodded earlier that day, had called one morning in an effort to sell lubricating cil to the company. His price had been two cents a unit higher than that of the other bidder. Trainor was about to send him away “Oh, by the way,” Daniels had said, you're just married, aren’t you? Con- gratulations!"’ He dipped his hand into his pocket and brought out a plush case. ‘A little wedding present for the missis.”’ The little wedding present consisted of a gold bracelet set with minute pearls and it might have been worth a few Trainor looked at the hady at were, fore, to their minds, accepted business. nearer home too setters flesh to his bones stones hundred dollars man in wonder. “T don't understand,” he said. “There's no need to understand,” Daniels had laughed. ‘‘Can’t a business f courteous to a business man’s Put it in your pocket and don’t say Hesmiled a little cynically when Trainor slipped it into his coat. “New there are some things I want to tell ou about oil,” This was not what he had expected. He was not quite certain that the gift was not legitimate, though he mentioned it to and spoke but hazily of the donor when he presented it to his wife. The real thing came later when a salesman was trying for an order of paint. ‘The reason we charge so much higher,” said the salesman naively, a fat, jolly man who was hailed everywhere as a good mixer, “‘is, in the first place, because our stuff is so much better than anyone else’s, firm be wife? another word.” no one, and secondly, because of the higher commission and mine.” “My commission?” Trainor asked. “Yes, sir. Our company allows me nine per cent on the sale and it allows you three. Your commission is a per- fectly legitimate thing, done to stimulate trade. Of course as it might be misunderstood it’s confidential, just between you and me. It’s strict business.” “T didn’t know,” Trainor hesitated. ‘I haven’t been on shore long 24 “Naturally, naturally,” the salesman nodded in appre- ciation, “‘you’re not wise to everything. But we'll soon put you. Now how much of this chromo-oxide will you need?”’ For weeks after this his heart would jump into his mouth at the sound of the door opening. In fancy he saw the gray-mustached owner striding through the opening and driving him out of the office, as the angel with the sword of flame drove Adam from his garden. Little drops of perspiration stood out on his forehead, and his flesh wrinkled as if with frostbite, and a cold chill struck him in the chest. But nothing ever happened. The incident was repeated. There was less terror this time. There was less waiting until the next offense. And so it went on, and more so every time, during the long space of ten years. The amount he received—on the side, as he called it—doubled his salary and more. It allowed him many of the luxuries he had envied when he was a poor devil of a purser on board ship. He had long ceased to get any thrill of terror out of it. It had become a business transaction. He never spoke of it at home. But why should he? he asked. One doesn’t talk of business to one’s wife. The matter was done quietly and efficiently the salesman took care of that. Currency passed from hand to hand. No checks; no incriminating documents. Others in the office might suspect it, might even know it, but what were they going to do about it? They couldn't prove it. No one could discharge him except the owner, yours She Had Been in Love With John Trainor When She Married Him Ten Years Before April 22, 1916 Elias Dyer. And heaven help any employee who made charges to the old shipping master without anything to substantiate them! But what was wrong about it? he asked himself fiercely. Why shouldn’t a man pick up a five-dollar bill if he saw it lying in the road? Why shouldn’t he take an apple from a tree if there were no one to pluck it? Wouldn't he be a fool if he didn’t? This was no longer the day of simpletons. And everybody did it. Whom did it harm? It took away from Elias Dyer the price of a new red setter or a Sealyham terrier or a Berkshire otter hound. Why should he, John Trainor, sweat in poverty to indulge the foolish whimseys of a doddering old idiot —with his farm and his dogs? “I suppose I’m to starve,”’ he said cynically, “while he acts the English squire? Not much!” Yes, what was wrong about it? Nothing dishonest cer- tainly. Why, if he wanted to be dishonest he could hold back checks, falsify accounts, clear a hundred thousand and skip away to Morocco or Tangiers, where extradition is an amusing thing and does not obtain. But he wouldn't do that, he said. That would be dishonest. He thought of the sea officers with the clear, clean eyes and the frank expressions; the honest men about the wharves; the plodding clerks inside; the straight business men in the streets, who followed their rigid iron law of honesty and subjected themselves to the discipline of things, whose mouths were prim, whose smiles were not unctuous. “A man’s a fool,” Trainor mused, “in sticking in one rabbit’s rut of action or thinking. You’ve got to give and take. You’ve got to have latitude. You've got to know opportunity when it calls to you, and get what’s coming. Otherwise, you’re a damned fool.” ii A yg weg when I think of Millicent Trainor, I think of her as I think of Helen of Troy—a great, noble, dignified figure of a woman, and pathetically lonely. Not that she was beautiful. Her most devoted admirer could hardly call her that. But such a fine, free light played from her face, and there was so much frankness and so much life in it that one, when seeing her, subconsciously thought of something nat- ural and noble and free, as of some slow, majestic melody played on the strings of a harp. She was a tall woman, taller by an inch than her husband. Her forehead was too broad and high for anything like beauty. Her nose and chin were insignifi- cant. They were such as a thousand women, well proportioned, well formed, had, but without anything to distinguish them. But her eyes were of a deep gray, grained like fine granite, with small, deep pupils and startling orange splashes in the iris. With the minute, thick, golden eye- brows and lashes they gave the impression of two strange barbaric jewels set by a master craftsman. And there was also her mouth, a small, darkly red mouth, with the lips running into excellent curves, not per- fect, not the chiseled perfection of a stone goddess, but warm, expressive, mobile things that showed the flash of her teeth faintly, warm, healthy, strong teeth, not impossibly white. And asshe moved about with her long, strong, clean-limbed action like a blood mare, one had the impression of a cool wind sweeping over heather, of Artemis sweeping through the twilight with the crescent moon above her like a tongue of flame. She had been in love—and she tried to think herself still in love until at last there was no possibility of mistake—with John Trainor when ten years before, at twenty- one, she had married him. There was something very taking about the young purser then, bronzed, clean-cut, affable, courteous and joyful. A hundred men had envied him the rapture of her love. She poured it about him like a fragrant April shower. But little by little, when she began noticing that apprehensive, calcu- lating, secretive look in his eyes, she began to feel lost and bewildered. She lost, as it were, her spiritual handclasp with him. She fought to get it back. She wanted to know what was wrong. In a thousand ways she tried to discover the cause of it. But a woman cannot tell her husband to put a mean, secretive look from his eyes. She mustn’t notice, and even had she been brutal enough to put it into words, what would Trainor have done? One can see him indignantly disclaiming anything of the kind.

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a “T wish I knew what was wrong with him,” she would say plaintively to herself. ‘‘There’s nothing in the world 1 wouldn’t do to right it for him.” And then suddenly when she was with him she would put out her right hand and catch his and look at him searchingly. “Is there anything wrong, John?” she would ask. “Tell me if there’s anything wrong. If you're in any trouble. Perhaps I can help you out.” “There’s nothing wrong,” he would laugh. ‘“‘What should be wrong?"’ But under the searching look of her face his eyes would falter and fall, and then she would sigh again, her long, plaintive sigh. I think I can understand the terror through which she went, this poor woman, the feelings of panic, the long searches for light, the despair. It was as if her husband were attacked by some deadly, incur- able disease. If it had been only a physical thing, if it had been anything from typhoid to leprosy, she would have stood by him and helped cure him or comforted him while dying. If it had only been some drug addiction, like morphine or opium, she would have fought with and wrestled and downed it. But she could do nothing against this, this spiritual and mental disease, which was more lethal than drugs or leprosy, which was rotting his spirit before her eyes and wearing away his soul in minute, implacable inroads. And if he had been still in love with her it would have been perhaps all right, but his love for her had changed into a cut-and-dried, convention-made thing, out of which the fire and madness had gone. For an unclean man cannot have love any more than a blind man can see the sun. Sooner or later she understood, as she could not help but understand. She knew his salary; she knew that the expenditures he made doubled and sometimes trebled it. “John,” she took it on herself to say—‘“‘John, you are spending a lot of meney, much more than you earn.” “Nothing is too much for my little girl,” he smiled blandly at her. She winced at the insincerity of the thing and at the smile and at the tone. Already the smile was too bland and the voice too oily. “I am making a little money on the side and can afford it.” “Yes, but how?” she persisted. “‘Quite all right,’’ he slipped the question. “‘A matter of business. Don’t mind that, my dear; just take care of your clothes and your house. Business is not for women.” And again his eyes faltered before her look, and again she sighed. Gradually, with such subtle, minute inroads that had she not been watch- ing for the thing with a hawk’s eyes she could hardly have seen it expand and grow—although its ravages would in the end have been apparent to anyone—the disease told in his eyes, told in his mouth, told in his whole demeanor. First the eyes, which had grown shifty, became callous and hard, grew suspicious. He looked at everyone as though they were concealing unnamable sins, as if they would spring at him or do him some injury if he once removed the guard of his own gaze. The mouth grew weak and indulgent. The chin lost character. It showed in his con- versation. He seemed to believe in no one. If astatesman were mentioned he dismissed the man with a contemptuous epithet, charging him with insincerity and venal interest. “Faker” was a favorite word of his. No man could per- form a disinterested act without his seeking some motive behind it. “He doesn’t do that for nothing,” he would say; “he’s got something up his sleeve.” And in Millicent Trainor’s heart there grew a great feel- ing of contempt for this state of mind. She fought against her contempt every hour, but in spite of her it grew and rankled. “I wish he wouldn’t say things like that,’”’ she would cry to herself passionately. “‘I wish he wouldn’t.” One by one she saw his friends go. ‘They stopped coming to his house. They stopped asking him to theirs. Her also they dropped, because one cannot after all keep on good terms with a wife while condemning the husband. And certainly she wished to be out of it, too, for her THE SATURDAY EVENING POST loyalty would not permit her to associate with them, fe« ing as they did toward him. She did not blame them, for one cannot be cordial to a man whose eyes regard you a a detective looks at a criminal, or rather as one criminal looks at another. One cannot like a man who pours cheap contempt on every ideal in the world, who reckons every thing in dollars and cents, and sees behind every clean door a rotten dive What galled her most was that she knew she was being pitied. The maids who opened doors for her and the tradesmen delivering goods all knew of her husband's shortcomings. Twice she overheard criticisms of him Once she sat behind two of her neighbors in a train “This man Trainor is a case in point,”’ one of them, a white-haired bank official, told the other. “‘You can see Ligatt Was Without Sufficient Ability to Do Anything Big and With Sufficient Money to Abstain From Doing Anything Imati from his face that he’s crooked and dishonest. It always shows. They'll get him in the end.” “*He’s a clever man,”’ the other, a tubby, jolly silk mercer broke in; “‘and he’s carefui. He plays a safe game.” “You never get away with it,” the bank president re plied; “‘it always finds you out in the end It will come some day, as sure as water runs and grass grows.” “T’ll be sorry for him when it does,” the silk mercer philosophized. “It will be merciless.” “I'll not,” the bank president shook his head. “I'll be sorry for his wife. I’m sorry for her now. I believe she’s as clean as they are made.” And as she sat there, listening, her face grew as red as the red-plush seats of the car. Her heart seemed to wither up like a flower before frost. Shame struck at her wit! merciless blows until she wished the ground would open into a black yawning chasm and engulf her. Silently, with the stealth of a thief, she crept from the carriage and made her way to the back of the train, where she sat with her head bowed and her cheeks flaming like banners of scarlet On another occasion she was less strong. It was at a country club. Two women on the veranda were talking a she stood in the shadows ““Where’s your husband?”’ one of them asked He we ff to get \ M Tra replic i know | was a frie M tr ig! ne did eT Ne es rephed the ‘ ma But he i ge itofit. He of the 1 emptible grafters in New ¥ here isa ments ‘ M ‘ I ) Steal away, Dut a sort of hyp t ¢ ‘| wonder how the man’s wife sta out heated “Why doesn’t she leave | ry R iwa from hin Do something?” *Oh,” said the second, “I suppose she do« Wives never do. Bute verybody else can see She broke away from ere was standing, and ran f little stumbling steps into the inviting space and darkness of the | y course. It didn’t matter to her that a light mist was falling and that a} wore an evening frock. She race forward with a wild, mad energy until she felt she was sufficient slome Then great panting sobs shook her *‘O God, what can I do?” she wept “What can Ido? What can | do? When she came back, an ho later, and hurriedly and secret slipped into her cloak and found her husband, he looked at her with w ing indifference “Been out?” he asked “Thad a little walk,” she answered “Let us go home now It was about that time, too, when Trainor’s decent friends were leaving him, that he provided himself with a new set—“‘a live gang,” he called j a crowd of men with the same ear marks as his, with unctuous presences and servile smiles and hard - ful eyes She hated the cent Trainor; she loathed them. The deceitful appearance of them mace her gorge rise. But what could she do? I think that in those days she would have gone mad or committed some very desperate and very foolish deed if it had not been for young Joseph Ligatt. I see Ligatt asa young callow thing, immature in spite of hi thirty years, more like a boy, with his mouse-colored brown hair and strag gling mustache, and big eyes that looked at you with a discomfortins searching quality 1 see hin very pale and very much in earnest weedy and tall He was rather a pa thetic figure, without sufficient al to do anything big and with sufficient money to abstain from doing anything small. He had two virtues— his white fiery soul, and his love for Millice1 Trainor, and I hope she is happy wit! him wherever they are He had never until now spoken t her about love. He had never achieved any close, outward intimacy with her They had talked together about ti and that, about books and poetry about men and occurrences of the day They liked each other most silent. Only when they were silent he z looked at her furtively out of dumb, admiring eys« ‘) afternoon on the front lawn of her house he came upon he They spoke forate moment They were ent ids he noticed her eyes were ful ol tears 1’ hin I'll tear hit b f pa nate D It seemed as if by me supernal feat they bridge i a Vast chasm and were tanding togetive ame intimate ground. Duml he shook her head ‘ Listen,” he said Come it of Ul ne Come a with me. It’s killing me to see you unhapy | ‘ my body and soul apart. Come away and leave it. Ws both be happy. You'll be happy. If giving eve breath I take and eve ry puisatior f my heart thought of my mind will make you happ} She looked at him for a moment, and she saw the traught agony in his eyes. She put her har “You poor boy!” she said after a mom«e y poor boy! iv {* VERY seldom went out now in the ever rrainor the reason that } argic at Continued on Page 6!

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8 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST April 22, 1916 EE Being a Brief Account of the Remarkable Adventures of the Honorable Michael Dowling of Minnesota IKE was born in Huntington, Mass., 1 in 1866. As a boy he was profoundly disinterested in books. He knew which was the prettiest girl in school, and which boy had the best jackknife, and such items of information, but he rarely knew At ten he could read and write and cipher, and while his knowledge embraced other things-—such as the shape of the earth and the names of the presidents—these latter items were, he thought, largely decorative and unnecessary. He never ran away from school, but he had a truant mind. It generally rode a pony and indulged in the pleasure of roping steers and shooting Indians. He wanted to be a cowboy. He had read all about it in @ paper His mother died when he was ten. That set him free. He went West with the definite purpose of becoming a rich cattleman. He was big and strong for his age. When he was fourteen he got a job as cattle herder in Yellow Medicine County, Minnesota. They gave him a good pony and a herd of five hundred cattle. He knew a lot about cattle and the arts of the cowboy. He boughta big revolver on credit at the herders’ store and went to his task. At first he thought it was great fun. The prairies lay flat and green till they seemed to touch the rounded dome of the sky. For a week or so they interested him. But he was all alone with his herd on that vast floor of the heavens. It was like a great silent room. He felt very small and lonely there. Sundry little animals lived beneath, like rats in a cellar, but they would have nothing to do with him. They seemed to distrust his character and demand references. Winds hurried by, hissing in the tall grass, and birds rode upon them. These were his only companions— these and the cattle save when he went to the store for supplies, and then he was always in a hurry. Now cattie—even five hundred cattle and a revolver are poor company for a human being. Mike grew weary of them. He did brave deeds. His devotion to duty had been quite heroic one day when the herd took to flight in a storm, but there had been nobody to see and applaud him. He was homesick but too faithful to desert his task. The whistle of locomotives came faintly to his ear now and then from a four-league journey through the air, and seemed to be calling him. The herd drifted back and forth through a range some ten miles in diameter, and there were three rude shacks in which he lived. his lessons. Bucking the Blizzards of the Eighties T WAS probably good for Mike. It gave him an excellent chance to enlarge his acquaintance with himself. He began to explore his own mind. It seemed to be about as empty as the sky. He found there the list of the presidents and the multiplication table, and such simple furniture. He tried to interest himself by looking them over. He reminded himself of the proportions of land and water and the shape of the world, but as an entertainer Mike decided that he was no good. If he had only known the Declara- tion of Independence it would have been a great comfort to him, I have no doubt. He saw that he didn’t know enough to be good company. October came, and cold winds By IRVING BACHELLER out of the north, and time dragged as the end of his soli- tary confinement drew near. He got rid of his charge on the fourth of December. Canby was the business center for the farmers whose stock he had herded. There he received his pay. Two farmers had driven to the little village that afternoon in a lumber wagon. Mike was to ride with them to a farm where he had left his pony, six miles away. He held their team in the cold wind while the two men were having a good time. Mike had sat for hours in the wagon. He and the horses were chilled to the bone. But men do not worry about boys and horses when they are having a good time. They are too busy. It was growing dusk. The horses had begun to rear and plunge. Mike shouted for help. The men buttoned their overcoats, hurried out, quieted the horses and took the spring seat in the wagon. Mike was only a boy. He sat cramped on a shoe box behind them. The winter of the great snows had arrived—the winter of 1880. The old settlers have never ceased to talk about it. The storms came like a resistless army, spreading their white tents on the roofs of other tents, until Minnesota was buried to the tops of its telegraph poles. The lumber wagon and its party was going out to meet the first bat- talion in this great army. It hurried, for the sky was black and the wind struck hard. Soon a gale was blowing. It seemed to be trying to push them back. It rushed straight upon them off the level plains and whistled in the leather of the harness and the timbers of the wagon. The men on the front seat quickly turned their heads when the first missiles of icy snow struck them. Leaves and wisps of grass were flying in the wind. There were strange noises before and above them. The dusk had thickened. They did not see the great, white, rushing, swirling, diluted avalanche until it fell upon them. It checked team and wagon with a jolt, for the air had suddenly thickened. It was as if the skies had fallen. Away northward great banks of wet air, a league deep at least and belike a thousand miles wide, had frozen sud- denly. Their moisture had gone hurtling toward the earth. It struck the current of an arctic hurricane. This had hardened the soft snow and whipped and churned it into pin points of ice. These were massed thickly by the pres- sure of the blast. There were probably thousands of them in a cubic inch of the air. The men on the front seat covered their faces with mittened hands. One shouted to the other but was unheard. They could see only the tails of the horses. The driver gave up trying to steer them. Mike bowed his head, his ears feeling for shelter. His hands were so cold that he could no longer feel the box to which he clung. He felt a sense of being smothered by the stinging sky dust. The wagon began to jump. The horses had lost theroad and were crossing a plowed field. Suddenly they quick- ened their pace. A big jolt broke the hold of Mike’s numb hands and pitched him out of the wagon. He picked him- self up and shouted. His voice sounded to his own ears like that of a man calling from a distance. The wagon had gone out of sight, but he could faintly hear He ran toward it, the rattle of its wheels. eager as the sprinter in a race. That little straw of sound was his only hope of safety. When he stopped to get his breath he could no longer hear it. The storm had so darkened the air that he could not see the wheel tracks even if he were near them. Then Mike knew that somewhere in the darkness of that night his life was likely to end. He had heard that a man lost in a Minnesota blizzard had as good a chance of living as at the bottom of the sea. He was chilled to the bone. The ice dust in the fling of a seventy-mile wind had sored his eyes and rubbed the skin off one side of his face. He could hear their smite as they struck his cheeks and forehead. Sheaths of ice kept form- ing over his eyes. But Mike didn’t give up. He knew that he must keep moving or that his blood would turn to ice, like water in a frozen pipe. So he pulled down his cap, turned the side of his head to the wind, and hurried on. Slowly the push of the storm faced him about until he was going with it. Often he had to stop to get his breath. The effort of breathing sored his nose. He had hard work to stop enough of the speeding, snow-filled air to satisfy him. Signs of a Habitation OUR after hour he labored in the noisy, flying dungeon of the blizzard, seeing nothing. Now and then he would brush the ice and snow from his eyes and then imagine for a moment that he saw lights ahead. It was when he was wading in a drift that he decided that he would lie down and rest for just & minute. The strangest of all emotions, self-fear, came on him. He trembled and ran a few steps, as if he hoped thereby to get away from it. He grew angry. He called himself a vile name, but the thought of rest kept stealing back upon him. Often it begged and pleaded for a moment’s stop, but Mike drove it away as one would drive a thieving dog from his pantry. Suddenly he looked ahead and lo! the sun was shining on green fields, and it was a still summer day, and there was his home, and his mother and father on the doorstep. They saw him coming and were waving their hands. What a long sleep he would have in that little bedroom upstairs! Then the iced dark- ness fell roaring over the scene. His breast bumped against something in his path and awoke him. He was still traveling in the storm. What was it that his mittens touched? It gave as he touched it. He felt it over carefully. It was stove wood, corded breast high. There must be a house; but where? Ten feet would be as bad as a mile if he went wrong. How could he find the house? He called again and again, but got no answer. He climbed to the top of the cord and picked up a stick of wood and threw it into the darkness as far as he could, hoping to hit some one of the buildings. The stick fell silently. He threw the wood in all direc- tions, but it seemed only to hit the air. He gave up, got off the cord and went on. In a moment he ran into a heap of straw. He could not resist its invitation. He began to burrow into it. He was like a fox driven to its hole with baying hounds close behind him. He flung the loose straw aside and burrowed fiercely with his hands, and crept head first deep into the straw pile and rolled to his back. Concluded on Page 50)

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By PELHAM TOW that it’s all over, I may as well admit that there was a time during the rather rummy affair of Rockmet- teller Todd when I thought that Jeeves was going to let me down. The man had the appearance of being baffled. Jeeves is my man, you know. Officially he pulls in his weekly wage for pressing my clothes, and all that sort of thing; but actually he’s more like what the poet Johnny called some fellow of his acquaintance who was apt to rally round him in times of need—a guide, don’t you know; philosopher, if I remember rightly, and—I rather fancy —friend. I rely on my man Jeeves at every turn, So, naturally, when Rocky Todd told me about his aunt, Jeeves was in on the thing from the start The affair of Rocky Todd broke loose early one morning in spring. I was in bed, restoring the good old tissues with about nine hours of the dreamless, when the door flew open and somebody prodded me in the lower ribs and began to shake the bedclothes. After blinking a bit and generally pulling myself together, I located Rocky—and my first impression was that it was a dream. Rocky, you see, lived down on Long Island somewhere, miles away from New York; and not only that, but he had told me himself more than once that he never got up before twelve, and seldom earlier than one. Constitu- tionally the laziest young devil in America, his walk in life enabled him to go the limit in that direction. He was a poet. At least, he wrote poems when he did anything; but most of his time, as far as I could make out, he spent in a sort of trance. He told me once that he could sit on a fence, watching a worm and wondering what on earth it was up to, for hours at a stretch. He had his scheme of life worked out to a fine point. About once a month he would take three days writing a few poems; the other three hundred and twenty-nine days of the year he rested. I didn’t know there was enough money in poetry to support a man, even in the way in which Rocky lived; but it seems that if you stick to exhorta- tions to young men to lead the strenuous life and don't shove in any rimes, editors fight for the stuff. Rocky “Bertie, This is Pure Hades!" showed me one of his things once. It began: 7 »¢ Be! The past is dead To-morrow is not born. Be to-day! To-day . Be with every nerve, With every muscle, With eve ry drop of your red blood! Be! It was printed opposite the frontispiece of a magazine, with a sort of scroll round it, and a picture in the middle of a fairly nude chappie with bulging muscles, giving the rising sun the once-over. Rocky said they gave him a hundred dollars for it, and he stayed in bed till four in the afternoon for over a month. As regarded the future, he had a moneyed aunt tucked away somewhere in Illinois; and, as he had been named Rockmetteller after her and was her only nephew, his posi- tion was pretty sound. He told me that when he did come into the money he meant to do no work at all, except per- haps an occasional poem recommending the young man with life opening out before him, with all its splendid possibilities, to light a pipe and shove his feet up on the mantelpiece. And this was the man who was prodding me in the ribs in the gray dawn. SATURDAY EVENING POST p and the Sluggard TOoNnrT SARG “*Read this, Bertie!"’ I could just see that he was wa ing a letter or something equally foul in my face. “‘Wake up and read this!” I can’t read before I’ve had cigarette. I groped for the bell. Jeeves came in, looking as fresh as a dewy violet. It's a mystery to me how he does it. “Tea, Jeeves.” “Very good, sir.” He flowed silently out of the room—he gives you the impression of being some liquid sub- stance when he moves; and I found that was surging round with his beastly letter agair “What is it?” I “What on matter?” “Read it!” “T can’t. I haven't had my tea.” “Well, listen, then.” “Who's it from?” “My aunt.” At this point I fell asleep again him saying: “‘So what on earth am I to do?” Jeeves trickled in with the tray, like stream meandering over its mossy bed “* Read it again, Rocky, old top,” I said to hear it. Mr. Todd’s aunt has rummy letter, Jeeves, and we want your advice.” “Very good, sir.” He stood in the middle of the room, regis my morning tea and a aiways Rocky earth’s the said I woke o hear some silent “T want Jeeves written him a rather tering devotior to the cause, and Rocky started agair “My dear Rockmetteller I have been tl nking thing over for a long while, and I have come to the that I have been very tho to wait so long before doing what I have made up m; i to do now.” concius “What do you make of that, Jeeves? “It seems a little obscure at present, sir; but no dou the lady’s intention becomes clearer at a later point in the communication.” “Proceed, old scout,” I said, butter. champing my bread and “You know how all my life I have longed to visit New York and see for myself the wonderful gay life of whic! I have read so much. I fear that now it will be for me to fulfill my dream. I am old and worn out to have no strength left in me.” Impossi Die l seem “Sad, Jeeves, what?” “Extremely, sir.” “Sad nothing!” said Rocky. “It’s sheer laziness. I went to see her last Christmas and she was bursting with health. Her doctor told me himself that there was nothing wrong with her whatever, and that if she occasionally instead of driving, and cut her meals down to three a day, she could sign articles with Jess Willard in a couple of weeks. But she will insist that she’s a hopeless invalid; so he has to agree with her. She's got a fixed idea that the trip to New York would kill her; so, though it’ been her ambition all her life to come here, would walk she stays where she is.”” “Rather like the chappie whose heart Highlands a-chasing of the deer,’ Jeeves?” was ‘in the “The cases are in some respects parallel, sir.”’ “Carry on, Rocky, dear boy.” ] “So I have decided that, if I cannot enjoy all the marvels of the city myself, I can at least enjoy them through you. I suddenly thought of this yesterday after reading a beautiful poem in the Sunday paper, by Luella Delia Philpotts, about a young man who had longed all his life for a certain thing and won it in the end only when he was too old te enjoy it. it was very sad; and it touched me ‘that I’ve not “A thing,” interpolated Rox Ky bitterly, been able to do in ten years.” “As you know, you will have my money when I an gone; but until now I have never been able to see my way to giving you an allowance. I have now decided to on one condition. I have written to a firm of lawyers in New York, giving them instructions to pay you quite a substantial sum each month. My one condition is that you live in New York and enjoy yourself as I have always wished to do. I want you to be my representative, to spend this money for me as I should do myself. I want you to plunge into the gay, prismatic life of New York I want you to be the life and soul of brilliant supper parties. “Above all, I want you—indeed, I write me letters at week giving a full description of all you are doing and all that is going on in the city, so that I may enjoy at secondhand what my do so insist on least once a GRENVILLE WODEHOUSE ILLUSTRATED Br “Tell Me All, Olid Top"’ wretched health prevents my enjoying for myself Re member that I shall expect full details, and that 1 lela is too trivial to interest Your affectionate ai ISABEL ROCKMETTELLER “What about it?” said Rocky. ‘What about it?” I said Yes. What on earth am I going to do?” It was only then that | really got on to the extren rumi attitude of the chappie, in view of the tac that a quite unexpected mess of the right stuff had sudder descended on him from a blue sky “Aren't you bucked?” I said “Bu ked!”’ “If I were in your place I should be frightfully brac« I consider this pretty soft for you.” He gave a kind of yelp, goggled at me for a moment, and then began to talk of New York in a way that ren ted me of Jimmy Mundy, the evangelist chappi to New York on a hit-the-trail campaign, and I had popped in at the Garden a couple of days before, for half an hour or so, to hear him He had certainly handed New York pretty hot stuff apparently taken a dislike to the place; but, by Jimmy had just come some about itsell, hay love, you know, dear old Rocky made him look like a publicity agent for the old metrop! “Pretty soft!” he yowled ‘To have to come and live New York! To have to leave my little cottage and take a damned, stuffy, smelly, overheated hole of an apartme in this heaven-forsaken, fester ng Gehenr i! To have to mix night after night with a mob of blanked paranoia who think that life is a sort of St. Vitus’ dance d imagine that they’ re aving a good time because they're mal v enough noise for six and drinking too much for ten! I loathe New York, if I hadn't got to see editors occasionally Bertie. I wouldn't come near the place There a bi on it “It’s got moral delirium tremens. It’s the city of Dread- ful Dippiness. It’s the limit! It’s the extreme edge The very thought of staying more than a day in it gives me the willies clear down my soft for me I felt rather like Lot's friends must have done when t! dropped in for spine. And you call this thing pretty a quiet chat and their genial host began to criticize the Cities of the Plain. I had no idea old Rocky could be so eloque nt “It would kill me to have to live in New York,”” he went on. “To have to share the air with six million p ! rift ‘ To have to wear stiff collars and decet the : the time! To = He started “Good Lord! Is in the What a ghastly notion!’ I was sl solutel) “My dear chap!” I said reproachful “Do you dress for dinner every ippose I should have evenings Or ked, absolutely shocked night, Bertis * Jeeves, ’ I said coldly The man wa til ‘ a statue by the door. “How many suits of evening cioth« have I?” “We have three suits of full evening dr a three dinner We have also seve white i it jacket And shirts?” Four dozen, sir ‘And white tic

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ‘The fir are completely filled with our white ties, sir.’ I turned to Rocky. “You see?” The chappie writhed like an electric fan. ‘I won't doit! [can’t doit! I'll be hanged if I’ll do it! How on earth can I dress up like that? Do you realize that most days I don’t get out of my pyjamas till five in the afternoon, and then I just put on an old sweater?” I saw Jeeves wince, poor chap. This sort of revelation shocked his finest feelings. “Then what are you going to do about it?” I said. “That's wnat | want to know.” “You might write and explain to your aunt.” “I might —if I wanted her to get round to her lawyer's in two rapid leaps and cut me out of her will.” I saw his point. What do you suggest, Jeeves?” I said. Jeeves cleared his throat respectfully. ‘The crux of the matter would appear to be, sir, that Mr. Todd is obliged, by the conditions under which the money is delivered into his possession, to write Miss Rockmetteller long and detailed letters relating to his movements; and the only method by which this can be accomplished, if Mr. Todd adheres to his expressed inten- tion of remaining in the country, is for Mr. Todd to induce ome second party to gather the actual experiences which Miss Rockmetteller wishes reported to her, and to convey these to him in the shape of a careful report, on which it would be possible for him, with the aid of his imagination, to base the suggested correspondence.” Having got which off the old diaphragm, Jeeves was silent. Rocky looked at me in a helpless sort of way. He hasn't been brought up on Jeeves, as I have, and he isn’t onto his curves. “Could he put it a little clearer, Bertie,”’ he said. “I thought at the start it was going to make sense, but it kind of flickered. What's the idea?” “My dear old man, perfectly simple. stand on Jeeves. t two shallow shelves in the chest of drawers I knew we could All you've got to do is to get somebody to go round the town for you and take a few notes, and then you work the notes up into letters. That's it, isn’t it, Jeeves?” “Precisely, sir.” The light of hope gleamed in Rocky’s eyes. He looked at Jeeves in a startled way, dazed by the man’s vast intellect. “But who would do it “It would have to be a pretty smart sort of man, aman who would notice things.” 9” he said, “Jeeves!” I said. “Let You would, wouldn't you, Jeeves?” For the first time in our long connection I observed The corner of his mouth curved quite a quarter of an inch, and for a moment his eye Jeeves do it! Jeeves almost smile. ceased to look like a medi- tative fish's. “T should be delighted to oblige, sir. As a matter of fact, | have already visited some of New York’s places of interest on my evenings out, and it would be most enjoyable to make a prac- tice of the pursuit.” “Fine! I know exactly what your aunt wants to hear about, Rocky. She wants cabaret stuff, The place you ought to go to first, Jeeves, is Reigelheirner's. It's on Forty-second Street. Anybody will show you the way.” Jeeves shook his head. People are no longer going to Reigel- The place at the moment is Frolics on the Roof.” “You see?” I said to Rocky. .* 4 “Pardon me, sir. heimer’s -“* Leave it to Jeeves! It isn't often that you find an entire group of your fellow humans happy in this world; but our little circle was certainly an example of the fact that it can be done. We were all full of beans. Everything went absolutely right from the start. Jeeves was happy, partiy because he loves to exercise his giant brain, and partly because he was having a corking time among the bright lights. I saw him one night at the Midnight Revels. He was sitting at a table on the edge of the dancing floor, doing himself remarkably well with a fat cigar and a bottle of the best. His face wore an ex- pression of austere benevolence and he was making notes in a small book, As for the rest of us, I was feeling pretty good, because I was fond of old Rocky and glad to be able to do him a “The Time Has Come to Speak. good turn. Rocky was perfectly contented, because he was still able to sit on fences in his pyjamas and watch worms. And as for the aunt, she seemed tickled to death. She was getting Broadway at pretty long range, but it seemed to be hitting her just right. I read one of her letters to Rocky, and it was full of life. But then Rocky’s letters, based on Jeeves’ notes, were enough to buck anybody up. It was rummy when you came to think of it. There was I, loving the life, while the mere mention of it gave Rocky a tired feeling; yet here is a letter I wrote home to a pal of mine in London: Dear Freddie: Well, here I am in New York. a bad place. I’m not having a bad time. pretty all right. The cabarets aren’t bad. when I shall be back. How’s everybody? P.S. Seen old Ted lately? Not that I cared about old Ted; but if I hadn’t dragged him in I couldn’t have got the thing onto the second page. Now here’s old Rocky on exactly the same subject: It’s not Everything’s Don’t know Yours, BERTIE. Dearest Aunt Isabel: How can I ever thank you enough for giving me the opportunity to live in this astounding city? New York seems more wonderful every day. Fifth Avenue is at its best, of course, just now. The dresses are magnificent !—|Wads of stuff about the dresses. I didn’t know Jeeves was such an authority.| I was out with some of the crowd at the Midnight Revels the other night. We took in a show first, after a little dinner at a new place on Forty-third Street. We were quite a gay party. Georgie Cohan looked in about mid- night and got off a good one about Willie Collier. Fred Stone could only stay a minute; but Doug. Fairbanks did all sorts of stunts and made us roar. Diamond Jim Brady was there, as usual, and Laurette Taylor showed up with a party. The show at the Revels is quite good. I am inclosing a program. Last night a few of us went round to Frolics on the Roof — And so on and so forth—yards of it. I suppose it’s the artistic temperament or something. What I mean is, it’s easier for a chappie who’s used to writing poems and that sort of tosh ian a to put a bit of a punch into a letter than it is for a chappie like me. Anyway, there’s no doubt that Rocky’s corre- spondence was hot stuff. I called Jeeves in and congrat- ulated him: “Jeeves, you’re a wonder!” “Thank you, sir.” “How you notice everything at these places beats me! I couldn't tell you a thing about them, except that I’ve had a good time.” “It’s just a knack, sir.” “Well, Mr. Todd’s letters ought to brace Miss Rock- metteller all right, what?” “Undoubtedly, sir.” And, by Jove, they did! They certainly did, by George! What I mean to say is, I was sitting in the apartment one afternoon, about a month after the thing had started, smoking and resting the old bean, when the door opened and the voice of Jeeves burst the silence like a bomb. It wasn’t that he spoke loud. He has one of those soft, soothing voices that slide through the atmosphere like the note of a far-off sheep. It was what he said that made me leap like a young gazelle: “Miss Rockmetteller!” And in came a large, solid female. I Cannot Stand Idty By and See a Young Man Going to Perdition!’ April 22, 1916 The situation had me weak. I’m not denying it. Ham- let must have felt much as I did when his father’s ghost bobbed up in the fairway. I'd come to look on Rocky’s aunt as such a permanency at her own home that it didn’t seem possible that she could really be here in New York. I stared at her. Then I looked at Jeeves. He was standing there in an attitude of dignified detachment, the chump, when if ever he should have been rallying round the young master it was now. Rocky’s aunt looked less like an invalid than anyone I’ve ever seen, except my Aunt Agatha. She had a good deal of Aunt Agatha about her, as a matter of fact. She looked as if she might be deucedly dangerous if put upon; and something seemed to tell me that she would certainly regard herself as put upon if she ever found out the game which poor old Rocky had been pulling on her. “Good afternoon,” I managed to say. “How do you do?” she said. “Mr. Cohan?’ “Er—no.” “Mr. Fred Stone?” “Not absolutely. As a matter of fact, Wooster— Bertie Wooster.” She seemed disappointed. The fine old name of Wooster appeared to mean nothing in her life. “‘Isn’t Rockmetteller home?” she said. “‘ Where is he?” She had me with the first shot. I couldn’t think of anything to say. I couldn't tell her that Rocky was down in the country, watching worms. There was the faintest flutter of sound in the background It was the respectful cough with which Jeeves announces that he is about to speak without having been spoken to “If you remember, sir, Mr. Todd went out in the auto- mobile with a party earlier in the afternoon.” “So he did, Jeeves; so he did,” I said, looking at my watch. ‘Did he say when he would be back?” “*He gave me to understand, sir, that he would be some- what late in returning.” He vanished; and the aunt took the chair which I'd forgotten to offer her. She looked at me in rather a rummy way. It was a nasty look. It made me feel as if I were something the dog had brought in and intended to bury later on, when he had time. My own Aunt Agatha, back in England, has looked at me in exactly the same way many a time, and it never fails to make my spine curl. “You seem very much at home here, young man. Are you a great friend of Rockmettel- my name’s “Oh, yes, rather!” She frowned as if she had ex- pected better things of old Rocky. “Well, you need to be,” said, “the way you treat apartment as your own!” I give you my word, this quite unforeseen slam simply robbed me of the power of speech. I'd been looking on myself in the light of the dashing host, and suddenly to be treated as an in- truder jarred me. It wasn’t, mark you, as if she had spoken in a way to suggest that considered my presence in the place as an ordinary social call. She obviously looked on me as a cross between a burglar and the plumber’s man come to fix the leak in the bathroom. It hurt her—my being there. At this juncture, with the con- versation showing sign of being about to die in awful agonies, an idea came to me. Tea—the good old stand-by ““Would you care for a cup of tea?” I said. “seat She spoke as if she had never heard of the stuff. “Nothing like a cup after a journey,” I said. ‘“ Bucks you up! Puts a bit of zip into you. What I mean is, restores you, and so on, don’t you know. Jeeves.” I tottered down the passage to Jeeves’ lair. The man was reading the evening paper as if he hadn't a care in the world. **Jeeves,”’ I said, ‘we want some tea.” “Very good, sir.” “T say, Jeeves, this is a bit thick, what?” I wanted sympathy, don’t you know—sympathy and kind- The old nerve centers had had the deuce of a shock. ““She’s got the idea this place belongs to Mr. Todd. What on earth put that into her head?” Jeeves filled the kettle, with a restrained dignity. “No doubt because of Mr. Todd’s letters, sir,”’ he said. “It was my suggestion, sir, if you remember, that they should be addressed from this apartment in order that Mr. Todd should appear to possess a good central residence in the city.” she his she every I'll go and tell ness.

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“Deo You Mean to Say, Young Man, That You Expect Me to Drink This Stuff?"’ I remembered. We had thought it a brainy scheme at the time. “Well, it’s bally awkward, you know, Jeeves. on me as an intruder. By Jove, I suppose she thinks I’m some one who hangs about here, touching Mr. Todd for She looks free meals and borrowing his shirts!”’ “Highly probable, sir.” “It’s pretty rotten, you know.” **Most disturbing, sir.” “And there’s another thing: What are we to do about Mr. Todd? We've got to get him up here as soon as ever we can. When you have brought the tea you had better go out and send him a telegram, telling him to come up by the next train.” ‘I have already done so, sir. I took the liberty of writing the’ message and dispatching it by the lift attend- ant.” “By Jove, you think of everything, Jeeves!” “Thank you, sir. A little buttered toast with the tea? Just so, sir. Thank you.” I went back to the sitting room. She hadn't moved an inch. She was still bolt upright on the edge of her chair, gripping her umbreila like a hammer thrower. She gave me another of those looks as I came in. There was no doubt about it; for some reason she had taken a dislike to me. I suppose because I wasn’t George M. Cohan. It was a bit hard on a chap. “This is a surprise, what?” I said, after about fi minutes’ restful silence, trying to crank the conversation ve up again. ‘What is a surprise?” ‘Your coming here, don’t you know, and so on.” She raised her eyebrows and drank me in a bit more through her glasses. ‘Why isit surprising that I should visit my only nephew?” reasonable. Put like that, of course, it did seem “Oh, rather,” I said. “Of course! Certainly. Go the limit! What I mean is om Jeeves projected himself into the room with the tea. I was jolly glad There’s nothing like hav- ing a bit of business arranged for one when one isn’t With the teapot to fool about to see him. certain of one’s lines. with, I felt happi r ‘Tea, tea, tea—what? It wasn’t what I had meant been to be a good deal more formal, and so on. I poured her out a cup. cup down with a shudder. What?” I said. My idea had Still, it She to Say. covered the situation. sipped it and put the **Do you mean to say, young man,” that you expect me to drink this stuff?” father! Bucks you up, you know.’ ““What do you mean by the expression ‘Bucks you 590 she said frostily, ‘Well, makes you full of beans, you know. you fizz.” ‘I don’t understanda word yousay. You're English, aren't you?” I admitted it. She didn’t say a word. And some- how she did it in a way that made it worse than if she had spoken for hours. Somehow it was brought home to me that she didn’t like Englishmen, and that if she had had to meet an Englishman I was the one she'd have chosen last. Conversation languished again after that. I had ancther stab at boosting the session into a feast of reason and a flow of soul. ! U} Make THE Dear old Ro« K) Who?” Your nephew uu KNOW Oh!’ * He er always gave me the iea that ou were pretty much the ! valid 2 Did he?” ** Bed of sickness. ar of thing, you know ‘Indeed!”’ Eight bars’ rest. I tried agai: I was becoming more cor vinced every moment that you can't make a real live salor with a couple of people, espe cially if one of them lets it go a word at a time “* Areyoucomfortableat y hotel?” I said “At which hotel?” “The hotel you're staying our at “Il am not staying at a hotel.” “Stopping with friend what?” ‘I am naturally stopping with my ne phe had I didn’t get it for a moment; then it hit me ‘What! Here?” I gurgled “Certainly. Where else should I go?” The full horror of the situation rolled over me like a wave. I couldn't see what on earth I was todo. I couldn't explain that this wasn’t Rocky's apartment without giving the poor old chap away hopelessly, because she would then ask me where he did live and then he would be right in the soup. I was trying to induce the old bean to recover from the shock and produce some results, when she spoke again: “Will you kindly tell my nephew’s manservant to pre pare my room. I wish to lie down.” ‘Your nephew's manservant?” “The man you call Jeeves. If Rockmetteller has gone for an automobile ride there is no need for you to wait for him. He will naturally returns.” I found myself tottering out of the room too much for me. “‘Jeeves!"’ I whispered. “Sir?” wish to be alone with me when he The thing was I ere pt into Jeeves’ den **Mix me a b-and-s, Jeeves. “Very good, sir.” “This is getting thicker every minute, Jeeves.” “—_—s" I feel weak.” “*] feel as if I'd been through a hold-up. Jesse James was an amateur compared with this woman. Captain Kidd wasn’t in her class. She’s pinched the apartment!” “Sir?” “Pinched it lock, stock and barrel, just as it stands, and kicked me out And, as if that pinched you!” “Pinched me, sir?’ “Yes. She thinks you're Mr. Todd’s man. She thinks the whole place is his, and everything in it I don't see what you're to do, except stay on and keep it up. We can’t say anything or she’l! le thing, and I don't wasn't enough, she’s get onto the whole elt SATURDAY EVENING POST wal et M " | ‘ vant ‘ ‘ ‘ He looked w It is hard we I v1} I n If 1 come i na the ment et and have Is it ir intent >a i ‘ \\ Good I 1} ( ‘ Tew t ig ibag whe he ( vn t ¢ at the Sf Aurea I will endeavor i Well, | think there i i Tell Mr. 1 ere I hen he ‘Ver , | ~OKeEd 1 ‘ act The NM i come I felt sa rhe wh ur gy re ‘ ‘ those melodramas where they drive a} homestead into the snow Good-b\ leeves,”” I said “Good-by, sir And I staggered t You know, I rather think I agree with those poet-a philosopher Johnnies who insist that a { ig devilish pleased if he hz bit of troul All that stuff about being refined by suffering, you know. Suffs g does give a chap a sort of broader and mors ympathet look It helps you to understand other ‘ ! lo tunes if you ve been through the same t ny yvoursé As | stood my lonely bedroom at the hote ng t tie my white tle mysell, it struck me for the first e that there must be whole squads of chappies in the world who to look after them. Wher you come to think of it, there must be quite a lot had to get alor g without a mar g who have to press their own clothes themselves, and ba got anybody to bring them tea in the morning, and so on It was rather a solemn thought, don’t you know. I me to say, ever since then I've been able to appreciate the frightful privations the poor have to stich I got dressed somehow Jeeves hadn't forg tten at v in his packing. Everything was there, down to the final stud. I’m not sure this didn’t make me feel worse. It kind of deepened the pathos It was like what touch of a‘ I had a bit of dinner somewhere some bor other wrote about the anished hand and went to a show oi some kind; but nothing seemed to make any difference I simply hadn't the heart to go on to supper anywher j just sucked down a highball in the hotel smoking room I don’t know when I've felt myself moving about Che and went straight up to bed found had beer I had had anybody to talk to I should so rotter Somehow I room softly, as if there a death in the have t whisper; in fact, when the telephone bell rang | answered in such a sad, hushed voice that the fellow at the other end of the wire said Hello!” five times, thinking he hadn't got me It was Rocky The poor old scout was deey agitated “Bertie! Is that you, Bertie? “This is me, old man.” “Then why the de lidn’t you answer before l } 1 did ‘ Continued on Page 66 of, “Ie Would Kill Me to Have to Live in New York, to Have to Share the Air With Six Million People!’

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE M April 22, 1916 Italian Criminal Orders—By Melville Davisson Post (THE Italian detective centers are con- fronted by a unique feature of criminal investigation. Seotiand Yard and the German centers have usually te deal with only the isolated criminal! or the criminal and his accomplice. But the Italian investigator is confronted by the work of organized bands. These criminal fraternities are indigenous to the south of Europe. They have extended northeast into Austria and northwest into France, but their habitat is generally the coast of the Mediter- ranean. We are in a general way familiar with one or two of these fraternities. The Camorra, of Naples, and the Mafia, of Sicily, have been highly colored assets to the writers of romantic melodrama. These, with the Mano Nera—the Black Hand—are the only ones of these orders that have come in any degree to the attention of English- speaking people. These are by no means the only criminal fraternities with which the italian are constantly concerned. The smaller bands—as, for example, the Barabas, the Tepisti, the Bulli,the Magnaccia and the Malavita—present equal difficulties to the Italian authorities. The Italian crimi- nologist Lombroso undertook to separate the colored fiction from the actual fact in respect to these criminal orders. His statements may be taken as nearer the truth than those of any other authority. Outside of his notes on the investigation of these fraternities but little accurate data is available. The Camorra, of Naples, was originally formed by a band of old convicts. The person who desired to enter it was carefully tested and must have proved his fitness by at least one assassination. After several years as a sort of acolyte he was finally admitted. The order was wholly vicious and avowedly opposed to every form of established author- ity. Once a member, there was no way of get- ting out of this fraternity. The chief of the Camorra is called the Maestro. The whole order is assembled when an important matter police the whole of Italy. In addition to this there is a supplementary organization called the City Guards, also under the War Department. The Carabinieri police the whole of Italy and have charge of its entire criminal investiga- tion, even in the smallest villages. It is an extraordinary organization, firmly centralized and efficient. In many respects it has no equal in any other country. The Carabinieri always patrol in squads of two and bring to the remotest village the same skill and effi- ciency in criminal investigation to be found in the capital. This system enables the Italian authorities to oppose the organized criminal bands that for a long time dominated the south of Europe with an efficient detective service, all foreign units, in no way subjected to any local influence. Signs of Secret Criminal Bands T WAS the Carabinieri detective Capezanto who ferreted out the Camorra fraternity in Naples and enabled the government to under- take its recent efforts to destroy that sinister organization. This detective succeeded in joining the band. He sat with it in the famous assembly convoked in session in the subter- ranean chamber under Saint Giovanniello, in Naples, where it was determined to assassinate the traitor Cucocolo and his wife. It was developed at this grand assembly of the Camorra, in which the Italian detective sat as a member, that the head of the order in Naples was Janvier de Marinis, a man moving in the most elevated society in Europe, a gentleman, and a person of distinction. One morning at Monte Carlo, that alluring garden of the baleful Hesperides, a man was found dead. He had been shot through the temple, and a revolver, with one chamber empty, lay beside him. He was evidently a person of some importance. His dress and general appearance indicated a rather elevated social plane. Such fruits of the tree of fortune are continually to be discovered in the gar- is to be determined. The Camorra controls certain gambling houses in Naples and the members of certain low orders of professions. It divides its earnings under a community principle. Its orders must be carried out under pain of death. Ottolenghi, who also tudied this order, maintains that it is divided inte two grand divisions, /’alta and la bassa—that is to say, the high and the low Camorra. And these grand divisions are again broken up into smaller circles like that of the Capintesta of the high division and the Picciotti of the low division. The Camorra and the Mano Nera 4 E Sicilian Mafia resembles the Neapolitan orders, but it is more pretentious and boasts of a distinguished mem- bership. It takes its name from the race course in the environs of Trapani. The chiefs of the Mafia are called in the vernacular Bravi, and the members of the order Mafiosi. {t claims to recruit its order from the aristocracy of Sicily and to be, in fact, an invisible governing body. It under- takes to enforce its decrees with relentless vigor. Its claim to adjust political affairs and to maintain a wise, invisible control is, in fact, a ridiculous pretension. Its influence is for sale. It engages in acts of the most atrocious venge- It is involved with all sorts of theft, robbery, brigandage, and maintains its position only by the terror it inspires. After the Mafia had assassinated Pancaro, at Vittorio, it undertook to intimidate everybody in the neighborhood by writing on the walls of the houses the fol- lowing sinister warning: ance, Those who keep silent will be rewarded; those who speak will die! These orders are impressed with the value of dramatic properties. They are accustomed to mark the door of their victim with a cross or to indicate it with a bullet fired into the wall, knowing well the effect of such sinister devices upon the minds of an ignorant citizenship already in terror f their vengeance The Mano Nera—the Black Hand—is not an organiza- tion at all in the sense of the Camorra, the Barabas or the PHOTO. BY BROWN BROTHERS, NEW YORK CITY Italian Police at Time of Visit of Kaiser Bulli. It is a method rather than an organization. The Italian authorities are concerned with it only in their inter- national relations with the United States and the nations of South America. A single Italian or an isolated group or circle of Italian criminals in any city may resort to the Black Hand method for extortion or to accomplish any unlawful purpose. The conventional sign will be used and the conventional steps in the method practiced. But this does not mean that the authorities are confronted by a branch of a great organization, or that the enrolled mem- bers of an organized criminal fraternity have appeared at a certain point. It means only that Italians of criminal instinct, or other criminals who wish to be considered of Italian origin, have resorted to the Black Hand method for the purpose of extortion or to impose their will in some unlawful affair. The Italian detective centers have made this important fact clear to the American authorities. The thing is only a method, as our gold-brick swindle is a type of fraud, and may be put into practice by anybody. These criminal orders are only the more conspicuous of many closely organized and dangerous fraternities with which the Italian detective centers are forced to contend. These bands necessitate a method of criminal investigation in the kingdom of Italy more highly centralized than that of any other government in Europe, not excluding the German Empire. It was clear that local police organizations in the cities and villages dominated by these criminal orders could not be depended upon to resist them. The kingdom of Italy is made up of many little principalities and free cities, and consequently is lacking in solidarity. It was necessary to deal with criminal investigation in various parts of the kingdom from a centralized organization. The sixty-nine provinces of Italy, in their police organization, are directly under the minister of the interior, who appoints a prefect for each province. The principal form of police force is the Carabinieri this is, in fact, an army corps directly under the Crown. It is made up of eleven legions distributed throughout dens at Monte Carlo, and a new grave is said to be kept always dug and ready on the hill- side overlooking the Casino. The whole affair was accepted by the authorities as the usual suicide; but they were puzzled by a knife slash on the cheek. On examining the body they found a design tattooed on the arm. The design appeared to resemble a tower, with a sort of arched gateway and three pointed battlements. The police reported these facts to the Italiar authorities, who at once replied that the design in tattoo indicated that the man was a Camorrist. The slash was the mark put on traitors by this criminal fraternity after they had been assassinated by an order issued by the assembly at Naples. In connection with this incident it is interesting to remember that great police officials assure us that the pro- fessional gambler or person moved by true gambling instinct never under any circumstances takes his own life. It is the defaulting clerk who kills himself, the ruined shopkeeper, the desperate woman of the world, the involved financier, the defaulter, and the like, who have turned for the moment to the gambling table in the vain hope of recouping their losses or mending their ruined fortunes The true gambler is a person of eternal hope. If he loses to-day he believes that he will win to-morrow. “‘ None but reasonable and reasoning men, players from ambition, from envy or from necessity, ever give way to despair and commit suicide. The professional gambler lives to old age,”’ says Monsieur Claude in his Mémoires. The French detective centers have been obliged to study these secret criminal fraternities after the manner of the Italian criminologists, Lombroso, Ottolenghi, and the authority at Naples, Alfredo Niceforo, since they have t« contend with the Nervi of Marseilles and the Apaches of Paris. These groups resemble the Italian criminal frater- nities, except that they lack the solidarity of such orders. They are, in fact, groups of criminals loosely associated and vaguely assembled under a generic name. The Nervi of Marseilles used to maintain a conventional sign—a small tattoo mark at the outer corner of the left eye. The discovery of this mark of identification was of extreme importance to the police and has finally been

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abandoned by the members of the band. The Apaches of Paris are an order of the lowest and most dangerous crim inals in the world. There is no great central organization like the Italian orders, and no fixed rules or assemblies. It consists merely of groups of crooks operating in different quarters of the city. These little groups or circles take their names from the quarter of the city that they inhabit and have their own conventional signs, places of meeting, leaders, and the like. The members are usually young, beginning as boys of ten or fifteen years. The females associated with these criminal bands are called marmites in the vernacular of the underworld. There was a struggle in Paris between the Apache bands of Manda and Lecca, involving, like the Iliad, the abduc- tion of a Helen. She was a famous beauty in the subter- ranean cafés of Paris and called, in the argot of Montmartre, La Casque d’Or. The very name has the ring of romance She was betrothed to the leader of the Manda and was carrried off by the rival band of Lecca. War followed be- tween the bands—a bitter, vindictive, bloody feud This contest destroyed the Apache ascendancy in Paris. As the criminal bands struggled the police profited. They discovered the habits, customs, manners, argot and signs of these orders. They were able to locate the cafés they frequented. During the violence of this feud the police discovered that there was no solidarity in these organizations, and that they were mere groups occupying certain portions of the city. They maintained no official organization; but a leader of the groups usually arose. Some one of the band, more skillful than the others and of a more dominant personality, attained an ascendancy and came presently to exercise the authority of a leader; but there was little further organization. The booty was usually divided after the community manner of thieves. It was the duty of every member of the group to go at once to the assistance of any associate in difficulty with the police. And generally a member of any Apache group would assist another to escape from the gendarmes. The Methods of French Pickpockets HE members of these criminal fraternities, like the gun- men of New York, do not usually carry a pistol where it would be at once located by an officer. carried fixed toa spring in the inside of the hat, or concealed under the waistcoat, or in the sleeve of the coat under the left wrist, or close under the hollow of the left arm. Very often the weapon is carried by the woman associated with the criminal. Thus, a member of one of these bands taken at the scene of a shooting will have no weapon on him; nor can any be found in the vicinity. This means that, on the adventure, he had been accompanied by a who handed him the weapon and immediately after received it back and carried it away concealed in a muff or handbag or about her clothing. Varieties of protective armor have been used by these criminal fraternities. It is sometimes marmite, A metal cuirass is sometimes used, protecting the chest and back. The Apaches of Paris are accustomed to strap a leather case round their THE SATURDAY EVENING POST A man of respectable appearance clean, well-dressed little | accompanied by a voy of eight or nine years, w enter a big shop. They will walk about looking at var articles precisely as any visiting persons might do. Pres ently they locate someone who is making a purchase. | his pocketbook seems to contain a considerab su tne locate the pocket in which the purchase r repls paying for the article he has selected They approach him and begin to look at the articles that have been displayed for his selection When the article purchased by the intended victin handed to him by about, manages skillfully, as by inadvertence, article out of the purchaser’s hand so that it falls to the floor. He at once apologizes profusely and stoops over to assist the purchaser in recovering his article. It is at this moment, when the adult crook and the victim are cor cerned with the recovery of the article on the floor, that the small boy deftly removes the victim's pocketbook. Thi only one of the common practices of the sneak thief where t , the clerk, the adult crook, ir irning t . ‘ to Knock the children are engaged as accomplices. Shoplifting in European cities is an organized system of brigandage. In America and England it is usually the independent undertaking of a single sneak thief. But in European cities this sort of larceny is carried on by organizations of thieves directly under the control of some receiver of stolen goods The thefts are not done in a haphazard manner, as with us—that is to say, the taking of any convenient article the chance that it can be disposed of. Under the foreigr system the “fence,”’ or receiver of stolen goods, furnishes on these thieves with a list of the articles that he can handk with the greatest facility and the largest profit. They go out to the shops to find precise ly the articles their emplover wishes. In one city alone the profits of a little group of these thieves, thus organized and working under a fences amounted to over forty thousand dollars in one y After the organized criminal fraternities, Italian dete« tive centers have more difficulty with pickpockets than wit! any other form of thieving accomplished without violenc« It is a cardinal rule of the European pickpocket never to He is always attended by an accomplice; ear operate alone. in fact, the highest orders of these crooks always employ three persons in their adventures. These operators are called in the criminal argot the Leveur; the Main—th« Hand; and the Trimballeur. It is the duty of the first of these, the Lereur, to locate the victim and to indicate the pocket in which he keeps his pocketbook The operator called the Hand lifts the pocketbook, which he at once passes to the third person, the T'rimballeur, whose business is to conceal it and carry it out of the crowd. These pick pockets operate in all countries in the press at railway stations, in the subways, at fétes, cafés; and, in fact, every where that a crowd of people is to be found Like all thieves, they are confirmed specialists. take only watches; others only pocketbooks; others pieces of jewelry. Some operate only in railway stations; others only in the corridors of banks or money-exchange offices, Some pointed Hand va harp t brings . e af Lie exceedi! raiwa a travels book set the pock the crin having cal DY the er arms and on top of their shoulders under a loose coat sleeve. This case is studded with a great number of fine, sharp spikes. It is an effec- tive protection against the gendarme. If the Apache is seized these spikes tear the hand of the gendarme who undertakes to arrest him, and he is thereby able to It is for these rea- sons, and because of the ex- istence of organized criminal bands, that the police of European do not undertake to act alone. The Italian police, even in the country districts, al- ways patrol in pairs. And there are certain quarters in Paris that the police will not undertake to enter at a pe- riod of disorder except in squads of at least five. Italian detective centers have especial difficulty with petty thieves and those ac- complished in some partic- ular method of robbery. In Southern Italian cities chil- dren are educated to these criminal devices at an early age. One unfamiliar with the employment of a child as an accomplice would not escape. cities suspect the relation in a very great number of instances. PHOTO. 8Y BROWN BROTHERS, NEW ¥ Trial A Courtroom in Venice During the Progress of a Murder ! ul ! The leterr ‘ ‘ on @ he I eXa ‘ | ema KS Car ertall ‘ | Sr i steel nippe \ bye i the lasts ng ol s ‘ exceedingly shary gsors, e used to cut clothing. High-class op et ometimes wear a b i blade folded int lhe pre t his black so the perator | hand a sharp impte ent t t ut at vhich a » of these gly interesting. They will enter, f tat vded W eople Ihe who has ist t nta et iw s to be ed with banl ‘ He r 1K re ed | the erected nal ve ar ied a ocated the t 1 the certa er al expre at allied t Har ¢@ THE pocket k the le w , the rigt the / \ if ne ie Wa t yx ‘ ne lett \ ” If it n the top pocket he " ¢ In the If it 1 i exatl ie, tne t Ke new it " r ne elt le ‘ nal ex the yl ce j lhe operator, the Hand, the tne isua al ‘ oat a art ind a newspape hand He mtle ‘ cures | pocketbook and pass¢ re Trim! ‘ Itis the}! {fthetwoa ‘ the Hand undertakes his w to crowd the { ba his way with traveling bags, and to jostle hin They are usua ( irefully dressed and t pair to indicate } wiedge f or relatio ; | erate They would seen be d i t ‘ nothing in their appearance to distinguish ther ‘ persons in the crowd. They especially fre ‘ ! trains running to the Riviera, the Ex; ‘ Lx Paris to Venice, and the great th yurse } Ostend and Aut« At the atte place ‘ usually done in the exciteme t ling the f race These 10K ire not alwi me I'he ete ‘ in Pa discovered tw Ww nen opera \ et i Elysées who were exceeding i | he at hye actua undert to 1 ide a p pu ! their victim One of them, armed with | pocke cut the studs, earr ar watch cha { the Her accom} e, fe g, gathered ther ip ar ea them in an elegar bag They were ing, exces rt mart ar ITesse tl n t ex | The W l ‘ i ‘ ped t t i the | re fort ¢ . of a disting f the Sdreté The Ita ire a ! i the ’ } I if r ‘ ‘ ne ’ y y mm« grea ¢ irge ne i us f i t } } bra 4 nm tne had bee ‘ fled. Be le ere three implemer! i t} edge } ‘ handle a ger, na cl a atters nandic ind a third ect t e the lengt! f +} thers, with at i and a long rhe examining! no immediate arge of the affair arré everybody in the ¢ rhe banker or rhe t¢ thi affair He cause each ol these persor t brought before him al excluding all others fr the room, and ibjyect« each individual to a rig Concluded on Page 47)

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST LD RELIABLE plucked at a peach on the brink of dis- aster and his foot slipped. got into a jam because of Cissy Cole- Zack have explained everything but he Business man. could and more too Old Reliable’s Guileless Adventure By HARRIS DICKSON April 22, 1916 It would be two hours be- fore drummers began drag- ging chairs to the sidewalk and swapping yarnsinthecool. Zack shuddered to contemplate what must happen to him in two seconds. “Brudder Grimes, you an’ me is wasn't given a dog’s chance to oper- ate his explainer The fact is, Zack had been stand- ing at the bank corner less than one minute, having just arrived from the with a disguised quart under his arm, It wasn’t his whisky; he could prove that by Mr. Walter Ses- ions, whose word should be perfectly good up to and including a quart It happened to be one of those alley days— now you see it and in Vicksburg when nobody could buy chaotic now you don't the lid whisky was on; unless the buyer was on. Mr. Walter wasn’t on; he was off habitually. The name of Walter Sessions failed to appear upon any list of qualified electors; hence the se sleuths would alienate no sovereign voter by trailing Walter to the foun tain of jovial refreshment. Walter didn’t want trailing; he wanted whisky. That’s why he imparted to Zack one dollar and a half, with instructions to acquire a quart of Stars. Mr. Walter would immediately thereafter saunter past and indicate a secluded spot where the afore- said might be delivered. No hitch developed except as to the delivery. there with the goods. Mr. Walter had not yet shown up. “Huh! I reckin he done broke bofe legs. Which simple recital must convince any fair-minded person that Old Reliable had been hanging round the bank corner less than one minute. He preferred to remain no longer than was indispensable to get rid of the quart and collect a quarter—for this potent reason: While sneaking down a rear stairway from the High Life Social Club— theoretically closed— Zack observed Mink Marlow crouch- ing behind a barrel in the alley. Mink was stool pigeon for certain officers who were anxious to detain a recent pur- chaser so as to prove their case against the club. While Mink loped off in one direction, Zack did his loping in the other, hastily anxious not to be caught with the goods. Catching Mr. Walter would be no novelty; and Walter could never be induced to remember how he came into possession of stimulants. Having breathlessly arrived at the rendezvous Zack desired to arrive away from there. With one eye peeled for Mr. Walter and the other eye skinned for constables, he couldn't possibly have been philandering for peaches in petticoats. Then it was that Cissy Coleman flirted past in a swishy skirt and Old Reliable turned foolish in the head. Cissy was half a shade lighter than a pigskin saddle, with such dazzling teeth and enticing twinkle to her eye that Zack ignored three powerful motives for keeping off the grass: 1—-Cissy was Big Wad Grimes’ girl; 2—Grimes had served various terms in the penitentiary; and 3— Zack had promised to pay Grimes two dollars the next time he saw him. This meant the next time that Grimes saw Zack; on several subsequent occasions he had glimpsed Grimes and tuken roundabout precautions. In future Grimes might Three Zack got Not Studying About Wad Grimes They Stroltied Up Ciay Street overtake Zack, but they would never meet; for Big Wad had been a strong-arm blacksmith before he blossomed into a short-card sport. These prudent considerations should have been suffi- cient; but Colonel Spottiswoode had gone to the plantation and Cissy’s smile had gone to Zack’s head. A voluminous white vest fitted him well in the back and his trousers hung straight enough in front; but, going or coming, anybody could detect that both garments were built for a bigger man. The Colonel’s favorite bamboo cane, which Zack sarried, proved conclusively that the bigger man was out of town. And, from Cissy’s winksome way of smiling upon him, Zack naturally assumed that Grimes was also out of town. So, with a flourish of the Colonel's cane and frivo- lous intentions of his own, Zack started after Cissy. Like a frolicsome hearse horse he went prancing up Clay Street, caught the girl, and they strolled together, not studying about Wad Grimes. Suddenly the ex-blacksmith hurled them apart, jarred Zack till his teeth chattered and his hat rolled into the gutter. Zack labored at great dis- advantage in point of bulk, besides clamping a quart bottle under his left arm, while his right hand was full of the Colonel's walking stick. Wad rattled him like a milkshake mixer, then slowed down to a pause. “Now, ole nigger, you jes’ leave two dollars wid me; den turn dat corner right sudden!” “Ain’t got it.” Zack would have gladly turned the corner if Wad had turned him loose. “Better pay cash; ef I begins takin’ two dollars outer yo’ hide I mought git fretful an’ c’lect mo’.”’ Zack tried to protect his bottle. “Watch out, Brudder Grimes! sumpin.” Cissy offered gentle mediation. “Wad, ef I was you ——”’ “Well, you ain’t. Now travel!” The traveling of Cissy left Zack alone with calamity. His bald head bobbed and his white eyes rolled for help. Plenty of men loafed about the corner, too far away to ren- der first aid. Not a taxi waited in front of the Carroll Hotel. You's liable to break Suddeniy the Ax«w+Biacksmith Huried Them Apart mighty good friends! Don’t le’s have words.” “"T won't be no words tion.” ‘Be keerful, Brudder Grimes! | got crockery in dis bundle.” “Set it down.” Zack's limber legs had no chance to sprint while Big Wad clutched his wrist. Hescuffled toward the gutter. “Lemme reach my hat.” “You won't need nary hat fer what I aims to do. Atter dis you'll res’ content in de house.” Zack hated mightily to think of Wad going to the pen for life on his account. “Hole on, brudder! over.” “ De onlies’ way you kin talk to me is wid two dollars.” “Soon as Cunnel comes home a “T done let you off wid dat fo’ times. Dis time Cunnel will have to git him a new nigger, ’cause I’m fixin’ to spile dis’n.” Big Wad's left extended, adjusting Zack at precisely the proper distance, while his right fist doubled. He grinned maliciously. “Dis lef’ is named Danger, an’ dis right is Sudden Death.” Old Reliable felt compelled to do something. and bowed over Wad’s shoulder. “Good evenin’, Jedge; powerful glad to see you, suh.” Involuntarily the ex-blacksmith glanced behind him and loosened his lunch-hook for a single moment; then wheeled to see Zack’s flopping coattails vanish within the sanctuary of the Carroll Hotel. Zack turned and poked out a fuzzy bald head. “Wad, I’m gwine to fetch dat money in a minute. Please pass my hat!” Just to show how he felt, Wad passed the hat—with a kick; it fell too far from the door for Zack to venture. He experimented by stepping out with one foot as a feeler Grimes sidled toward him and heard further negotiations through the screen. “Brudder Grimes, how you spec’ me to fetch dat money widout nary hat?” “Dis hat ain't fotch you no money. you comes out.” “T ain’t comin’ out in de sun bareheaded.” “You's "bleeged to come out. White folks won't let you sit down in dere.” Wad carried the hostage hat across the narrow street and settled himself on a horse block. Zack blinked uneasily and felt restless, like a possum. Big Wad could sit indefinitely, while Zack had to stand up. It seemed a pity to stand up, considering the spacious rotunda and dozens of chairs—all empty except chairs, chairs everywhere! With a nice soft cushion, in the endurance test Old Reliable could hold out longer than Wad Grimes or anybody else. jes’ ac- Le’s talk dis He smiled I'll jes’ hold it ontil treed one Wad Rattied Him Like a Milkshake Mixer “Now You Jes’ Leave Two Doliars Wid Me!"’

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Guarding the bottle under his arm, and tap-tapping on the tiles with the Colonel’s cane, he shuffled toward the elevator. “Jimmy, len’ me yo’ hat— j« ““Whar’s your’n?” “Blowed in de river.” "a minit?’ “Ain’t dat it what Grimes is got Zack grinned. “Ruther dan hole my hat.” Jimmy grinned somewhat differently. “Huh! I'd let Grimes hoid my pants befo’ I'd have trouble wid him!” Migrating onward Zack leaned against the desk and inquired for Mr. Bernie. Unfortunately he did not know the new clerk. Mr. Bernie would have donated a hat and some sort of protection, but Mr. Bernie wasn’t there. He sauntered to the front and peered out “Huh! Grimes is nacherly gittin’ ready to camp out.” Zack had plenty of time, but hated to stay bottled up; and, besides, Mr. Sessions would be getting peevish for his liquor. The best chance was to wait for some prominent white friend and sail out safely under convoy. As he had previously observed, the only occupied chair in the lobby contained a white man, evidently prominent, but a perfect stranger, who manifested no symptoms what- ever of going out. The gentleman had been quietly smoking when the front door opened and this hatless old negro blew in with a walking cane, a package, and an eager concern in something that was happening outside. So the stranger entertained himself by watching Zack. He was sturdily built, gray-haired, rugged-faced and well upward of seventy. His straight-brimmed straw hat and woolen clothes impressed Zack as being too natty for an old-time L have trouble wid Grimes I’m lettin’ him THE SATURDAY EVENING POST TT “And mused encouraging!) “Yas, suh; him : fightin’ was did, seusin’ dem times when Gen’! fergits you knew General Grant me knows whar all de Boss, you ain’t never been roun’ dis park wid m« “Never had that army?” “Smack in de middle Zack stopped before committing himself. To groups of ex-Federals, chatting in this lobby, his experiences in campaigning with colored troops had proved legal tender for cigars; while his fidelity in following Marse Peyton Foster through four years under Lee opened ex-Confederate hearts and pockets. “Who had the best of it round here?” Negligently the questioner flicked ashes from his cigar Zack couldn’t afford to take the wrong side. He proceeded cautiously as a blind mule. “All of em done mighty well, suh.” The stranger laughed. “Where can I hire a good car?” “T'll call one fer you, suh. “Better start at once; go now?” “Yas, suh; sho kin.” In his enthusiasm of speed Zack forgot, rushed out of the door—and rushed back again as Big Wad Grimes uprose ““Scuse me, suh! What sort o’ car “Any kind—a good comfortable car “Say you’s departin’ out o’ Vicksburg to-night? “Yes; back to New York at nine-twenty.” “An’ not comin’ back?” “I'm afraid not—it’ pleasure. Were you with the When does you want it?” I’m leaving to-night. Can you does you want? s a long journey Southerner. Besides, Zack had instinctive doubts about the man—couldn’t size him up ail in one glance. After another squint at the im- movable Grimes, Zack amiably met the stranger’s eye and drifted near enough to receive his hail—‘* Good afternoon !’’—which further tended to identify a Northern man. “Good evenin’, suh!”—wagging his tail for whoever snapped a finger. “Old man”’’—this wasn't North- “do you live here?” “Yas, suh; nigh on to sixty-fo’ ” ern years “All your life?” “Off an’ on--so fer. There was a definite respectability about Old Reliable, whose kinky gray hair fringed the base of his bald knob, and whose face shone with a serene confidence in knowing how to get along with white folks. “Then you were probably in Vicks- burg during the siege?” “Sholy, suh’’—bowing to a most deferential angle. ‘‘An’ dem suttinly was skeery times.” “Indeed they were. I'd like to look over the old battle- ground; but it’s too lonesome.’ “Ts you all alone, by yo’se’f?” “Yes; if I had somebody—somebody that knew the locations Ai “Lordee, boss, I don’t know nothin’ ’cept locations” with a glance through the screen at Grimes. ‘“‘Gen’l Grant never “lowed ’em to set nary tombstone nowhar widout ’sultin’ me—’cause ev’ybody, white an’ black, calls me Ole Reliable.” “Old Reliable?” The gracious stranger smiled. “Dat’s me, suh; dese rich quality folks, up an’ down Cherry Street, don’t speak nothin’ else ’cept Ole Reliable.” Before Grimes Could Bat an Eye Zack Hopped In Zack inquired to make sure, because a sudden tion hit him between the eyes. Colonel Spottiswoode’ green car wasn’t working; Alec, the yellow chauffeur, doing nothing and eating his head off; there, sitting perfectly still; wasn’t getting his ride. old woman who couldr inspira ig B was Grimes was out and this nice old gentleman Business had got blocked, like the t get home because her pig refused to climb over the stile By starting the Colonel’s car Zack could start « very Why not? Colonel Spottiswoode was on his Miss Betty ting in New Orleans, and this stranger would be gone to-night. Zack didn’t stand up blinking, blinking, blinking, while he figured it out. He only blinked once “Boss, ef it’s all de same wid you, suh, I kin tele- phome fer my car.” thing else. plantation, was vis “Cunnel’ll Say a Plenty When He Hears What You Done"’ “Do you run automobiles? “‘Ain’t never follered nothin’ else sence de park was built. battle an’ won't let nobody else drive ’em Lots o’ folks comes here to squabble over de Dey say us ole-time niggers is mo’ politer dan dese uppity youngsters.” Zack bowed respectfully, the very embodiment of a well-trained servant “Den agin, suh, I charges two an’ a ha’f ev’y hour whilst dese others charges three.” “Perfectly satisfactory. I'd anyhow. i rather have you Good car, is it‘ Runs like a dream, as Cunnel say; Cunnel brags a heap on dat car’’— Zack checked hi soaring fancy —“‘ dat’s a gent’man what rides wid m« a heap o’ times. Scuse me,suh, whilst I telephomes.”’ Zack failed to return from the phone in time to hear the instructions his new friend was giving the a 700d car? “Zack, How Us Gwine to Open Dis?" ‘Please send to the National Park Hote! f General Everett R. Nichol Look out fora teleg i that it reaches me promptly and set The negro only heard the clerk’s answer ‘With pleasure, General.” Zack stiffened straight, then broke precis« at tne middle and bent double (rer sul my ca | be he ‘ I t (et “Good! Very good! Get your hat Mine blowed off in de river, Gen’! Huh! D I t signify wid me. Plenty times I don't wear nar at Ger bein’s I'm ridin’ wid j it el 1 OM on I mought jx Sor It uugnt nothing except a trave ‘ Wid a butt or ’ I ‘ aet ‘ na ‘ t em “It may beat le iTg t ou ure lite we me corner imuiated a ful checked cap that would have enveloped his shoulders if a pair of outstretching ears hadn't supported t He gripped his quart mewha tighter with his elbow and gave ar extra flourish to the Colonel's walk ing cane “All right, Gen’l: here , ur Ger The big green car roll ent the curb and breathed like & sieey child Alec saw Zach juir ‘ through the screen and beckon« vigorously, but the propinguit | Grimes stimulated Old Relia t remain withir SoAlk ppe cr the sidewalk ‘Look here Za ‘ he wt pered ‘how much does I git outer “Gits ha’f; you an’ me, bofe “What's you « hargin | “Two dollars.” ‘Two! Forde whole onti ‘He’s a long ways from home an’ ain't got much change wid : k, ef Cunnel was to ketch us But gimme mine ‘I can’t make nary High Gen’! pay befo’ he rid “High Gen'l!” Alec glanced at the stranger He sholy puts on like he had plenty money ‘Shet up, Alec! Climb in dat car an’ loo tralg ahead, same as when Cunnel’s ridin’. Leave it to me. D way, Gen'l Dis way, Gen’'|!”’ backing out and bow elaborately with his cane and his cap and |} pa ‘ Nobody except Zack noticed the ex-blac mit ing sullenly toward the car. Wad’s milk of huma i ness had clabbered from ruminating on a } ‘ I nursing a hat. Now he grimly rejoiced in expectir stranger to drive away and bequeath Old Relial istrations front of the auto, like a big-league catcher, Wad kept his eye on the her eccentric punctual admi! Standing near the or ot door or grab him Alec. That’s why nd parle i scuse me, Ger! but how iong, Ue lot de car?” General! Nicholls onsuited ! wat It is now eight minutes to four; we le t and be back here at SIX, shar] Let us g Very good Gen’! Grimes got ready, spraddle-legge spread like a woman shooing a he ! about to pull out when General Nicho sid “Here, Old Reliable, sit in beside me j rm i Before Grimes could bat an eye Zack hopped :mmed the door and grinned contentedly at Wad as the car n ‘ off. Grimes doggedly resumed his seat. He'd be ther six, sharp (Continued on Page 37

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ILLUSTRATED Br April 22, 1916 By Charles E. Van Loan FRANK z. SCHOONOVER id “Mister, We Bet You Once All Round; But —’ic—Maybe We Like to Bet You Some More, Just for Luck"’ believe this soreness will ever yield to treatment. It would be a crime to race the mare again.” Thus spoke the veterinary after a long and careful exam- ination. The verdict was not an unexpected one; but Mike Kelly tugged at his fiery mustache and sighed: * All stove up, eh, doc?” “Terribly! You might start her once or twice more, but you would have to use cocaineon her feet to deaden the pain.” “Cocaine is no good!” growled the horseman. “I’ve tried it—tried everything. Could she pull a light wagon, d'ye think?” The veterinary shook his head. and positive in his opinions. “‘How long do you think those sore frogs would last on asphalt and cobblestones?” said he. “Not long, doc; but in the country is soft—could she earn her keep?” “Do you want to see this mare hitched up to a peddler’s wagon?” demanded the veterinary. “Lord, no!” ejaculated Kelly. “ thing.”’ “That's sensible. the cost of her feed.” “TI hate to have her shot, doc.” “It's better than letting her suffer like this. fine-looking animal, isn’t she?” “She is that; an’ in her three-year-old form they all had to step to beat her. Fifteen hundred she cost me—and now [= not the slightest use in the world, Kelly. I don’t He was a young man where the roads I'd rather do the other Better have her destroyed and save She’s a look at her! “Too bad!” said the veterinary, preparing to depart. “If you want me to "tend to that little thing for you I'll send a man over to take her away.” “I wish ye would,” answered Kelly. “I guess it’s best at that. Well, Sailor Girl, ye heard what he said, eh?” The condemned mare cuddled her soft nose on Kelly's shoulder and blew gustily in his ear. “Ah, quit it now! Quit it!’’ scolded the horseman. “Tryin’ to get round me like that, and me feelin’ like a black murderer anyway! Old girl, if 1 only had a bank roll ye'd be shipped te pasture up in Napa County, an’ stay there till ye died of soft livin’ an’ old age. I might hand ye over to a peddler, but that would be no kindness—any- thing is better than bein’ mishandled by an ignorant brute that thinks a horse is only a machine. Ye'd go dead lame, Sailor Girl, an’ all he’d know would be to use the whip. When ye couldn't drag yourself any farther he'd jerk the harness off ye an’ leave ye to starve by the side of the road Lord knows I wish I could keep ye; but with a feed bill tearin’ the liver an’ lights out of me, an’ them buck shins an’ sore feet achin’ ye all the time—ah, quit, I say! Don't make me feel any worse!” At this moment Fate sent a quiet little gray man round the corner of the Keliy barn. The stranger was dressed in a worn suit of tweeds, which had once been of fashionable cut, now hopelessly out of style. His patched shoes were irefully polished, his frayed linen crisp and spotless, and the gorgeous but slightly threadbare Ascot tie was skew- ered with a tiny gold pin, small enough to escape the notice of a pawnbroker. Everything about the little gray man bore the suggestion of better days; from top to toe he was a faded picture of former prosperity, a shabby-genteel, middle-aged failure. A student of human nature might have guessed him a bookkeeper, forced by financial reverses to earn a bare living by skill with a pen or accuracy at columns of figures, totaling another man’s bank balance where once he totaled his own. As to his past, the aforesaid student would have guessed and guessed and guessed again, without once approaching the truth. “Hello, Plunger!” said Kelly. ‘‘How’s things?” “‘So-so!”’ answered the little gray man. ‘“ How are they with you?” “Tough,” said the horseman, “and gettin’ tougher. The vet tells me I better have Sailor Girl shot.” “Sailor Girl?” The newcomer paused to think. ‘‘ Mose Levine had her once, didn’t he? Seems to me I remember her winning a few races.” “Yes; and Levine sold her to me for fifteen hundred when he knew she was about done. She’s been gettin’ worse ever since, an’ now she’s all crippled up—soreness in the frogs, an’ buck shins. Can’t run a lick!” The quiet little man walked over and laid his hand on Sailor Girl’s neck. The mare turned her head and allowed him to stroke her nose. “She’s that kind an’ gentle it fair breaks my heart to think of havin’ her shot,” said Kelly mournfully. “Don’t shoot her,” said the little man. “‘ Give her to me.” ““What would you do with her? She ain’t any good.” “Never mind that. Give her to me.” “She ain’t worth what it would cost to keep her.” “She would be to me.” “Oho!” ejaculated Kelly. “Why didn’t I think of that before? It’s a badge horse ye’re after, eh, Plunger?” “ Exactly—a badge horse. She’ll save me the admission fees during the meeting—and that’s something.” “But she’s sufferin’ so with her feet—all four of ’em as sore as boils. By good rights she ought to be put out of her misery.” “That can be done without shooting her.” Kelly threw up both hands. “I’ve tried everything. Ye may get the soreness out for a while, but work her just once and back it comes, worse than ever. She'll never race again—take my word for it!” “T don’t want a race horse,” said the little gray man. “*T want a badge horse—anything on four legs that will get me an owner's badge. In return for that I'll see if I can’t make her comfortable.” “Then the mare is yours, an’ welcome,” said Kelly. “It’s a load off me mind. . Ah, look at her makin’ up to ye already! D'ye know, it wouldn't surprise me if she under- stood what we've been talkin’ about! She’s the smart one! See—she won't have anything to do with me; an’ before you come along she was shuggling up to me like a child! Ye’ll get along fine together—an’ I wish ye luck with them sore feet.” In this manner the crippled mare Sailor Girl came into the possession of William Kennedy, otherwise Plunger Kennedy, commonly called Plunger. In the days when the tweed suit and the Ascot tie were new Plunger Kennedy was a prominent figure in Western racing circles. Rumor insisted that his skyrocket turf career had been founded on a solitary ten-dollar note, luckily invested at odds of 40 to 1. Whatever his begin- nings, the Plunger was soon a marked man, and his sub- sequent history was boldly written on the bookmakers’ sheets—a series of amazing master strokes, delivered in rapid succession. His sensational raids on the strong boxes of the Knights of the Chalk furnished spicy gossip for habitués of the betting ring and fired the imagination of such as read the Sunday supplements. Plunger Kennedy became the man of the hour. Report- ers interviewed him, much to his acute embarrassment; and because he could not or would not reveal his formula for beating an unbeatable game, and preferred to give short answers to impertinent questions, they christened him the Man of Mystery and the Silent Scourge of the Betting Ring. Almost any man with sense enough to keep his mouth shut may become a man of mystery. Kennedy, playing a lone hand and keeping his secrets to himself, plunged his way to a comfortable fortune in less than a year. In some quarters it was believed that he had invented a system for beating the races; in others it was hinted that he controlled a jockey syndicate; but Mose Levine, bookmaker and owner of educated horses, announced openly that Kennedy was a fool, with a fool’s luck, and the time came when he was able to prove it. The great weakness of the gambler is that he never knows when to quit. The Plunger had his chance to retire with a six-figure fortune, but he dreamed of doubling it, and to that end purchased a racing stable and the services of a famous lightweight jockey named Emmet Reagan. Reagan was a shrewd atom of humanity who played the game as he had learned it, preferred his bread buttered on both sides, and listened to reason when it whispered to him through yellow-backed messengers. Kennedy owned some fairly good horses, but from the very first appearance of his colors on the track ill luck pursued them. After a season of crushing reverses the Plunger found himself where he started, minus the mythi- cal ten-dollar note. The bookmakers had stripped him of everything but the clothes which he bought in his prosper- ous days; the man of the hour had attempted to defeat the clock, with the usual result. After his horses had been sold at auction in the paddock and the proceeds turned over to his creditors, the Plunger learned something that he might have guessed months before—the man who had been buttering the other side of Jockey Reagan’s daily bread was Mose Levine, the book- maker. Now it is one thing to make a statement of fact; it is distinctly another thing to prove that statement against perjured testimony. Kennedy recognized the hopelessness of his position and swallowed his medicine in silence. Mose Levine had corrupted his jockey—if one may spoil an addled egg; but there was no recourse, no remedy, and the man who had won without boasting lost without complain- ing. He was enough of a philosopher to realize that easy money has no home, unless a savings account clips its wings. For years the Plunger had haunted the scenes of his former successes, drifting in and out of paddock and betting ring like a gray ghost, an object of curiosity to the newer crop of racegoers, a joke to the bookmakers. Occasionally he risked a dollar or two where once he had wagered

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thousands, and the sleek, heavy- jowled gentlemen of the block never failed to laugh loudly and ask the same question: “Trying to get another start, Plunger?” Because he never answered them or paid the slightest attention to their witticisms, the bookmakers believed that Kennedy was a bit touched in the head. Nobody knew where or how he lived; nobody seemed to care. His comings and goings had long since ceased to interest men of the Mose Levine type; for the luckiest man in the world, when broke, is harmless. It even said that the Plunger, presuming on his past reputation, had de- scended to touting, which is an extremely low form of passing thehat. Itmay have been true, foraman mustlive. Kennedy was down to his last suit of clothes when Mike Kelly made him a present of the badge horse—down to his last suit, his faded racing colors, and a yellowing sheaf of newspaper clippings The news that the Plunger was again an owner created a ripple of merriment in the betting ring. Mose Levine, the bookmaker, spoke for his kind, briefly as follows: **A hopeless cripple and a busted old has-been! pair to draw to!” was A fine am EEKS later Mike Kelly met the Plunger in the pad- dock at the Oakland Track and shook hands with him. The latter wore his owner’s badge in the lapel of his coat, but otherwise his appearance was unchanged. He was still the same neat little ghost of better days. “Well,” said Kelly, “an’ how is it with ye?” “I see daylight ahead,” answered the Plunger with a smile. ‘Good news! I’m glad somebody is pickin’ up a bit, even if it ain’t me. Ye’re not stablin’ here at the track?” ““No. The mare is over at Milt Cusack’s livery barn.’ “That place out on the Alameda marshes, eh? Why man ever built a stable on that mud flat is more’n I know!” “It’s more than a lot of people know,” was the response. ‘Kelly, have you got time to look at a miracle?” “I’ve got nothin’ else, Plunger—nothin’ else. Time, an’ a feed bill as long as me arm. It’s huntin’ miracles I am these days; an’ if I don’t find one soon I'll be ruined com- pletely. Where d’ye keep this miracle, eh?” “Over at Cusack’s place.” ““Holy Moses! Ye surely don’t mean the mare?” Kennedy nodded. “Ye mean that her condition is improved—is that it?” ““So much improved that Cusack wants me to start her before very long.” “Then Cusack is crazy as a loon! Didn't I warn ye that the first time ye work her the soreness will come back? One gallop an’ she’s all stove up again.” “You said that—yes,”’ was the calm reply; “but, as a matter of fact, the mare has been working for a week now without a sign of lameness. You couldn't tell that any- thing had ever been the matter with her.” a

“I Make it an Even Thirty:Two Hundred Dollars. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST “Saints preserve us! Workin’ a week, ye say? Where “You know that half-mile track out on the marsh? “The same that used to be a gentlemen’s ridin’ an’ érivin’ club?” “That's the place.” “A week!” ejaculated Kelly. “Of course the turf over there would be soft and springy; but with them feet I'd swear Sailor Girl couldn't gallop on a feather bed without bungin’ herself all to hell!” “You remember I said it was a miracle.” “Man alive, what treatment did ye use? do to her?” “Nothing much. Nature did a great deal, though.” “Now see here, Plunger; I’m a violent man when I’m roused, an’ ye exasperate me with your imitation of a clam! Deal in miracles if ye must, but cut out the conundrums Comin’ right down to cases, what have ye done for the mare that she’s able to work again?” “T’ll tell you. You said you couldn’t understand why Susack built his stable on that mud flat.” “Right. Go on, Plunger.” “Well, Cusack located there because he discovered, by accident, that the blue marsh mud is the greatest stuff in the world to draw fever and inflammation out of a horse’s feet and shins.” “Ye don’t mean it!” “Certainly I mean it. That blue mud is a natural poul tice, Kelly, containing certain curative Go over there any day and you'll find a few cripples bogged down to their knees in the corral behind the barn Ten days or two weeks in the mud and they go home again as good as new.” “The sufferin’ Rebecca! but does it last?” “Tt will last long enough to get one race out of the mare Cusack is so positive of it that he is willing to bet his last dollar and slap a mortgage on the property. Don’t take my word for it, Kelly. Come over and see the mare work.”’ “The first thing in the mornin’!” said the ‘Why, man, if we can send Sailor Girl What did ye = er properties It may help ’em all right, horse mar back to the races

EN Last to the Turn” “How is She Going? She Oughtn't to Too Bad We Coutdn't Have Raised More!" expect to retire from the turf after this « insist that the financial details be left to my judgr “Daffy as a phillyloo bird,” thought K Then. ‘ to sult yours¢ just humor him along.” your little circus; run it meant, Plunger; none at all, I “Then, sir, no offense is tak “An’ that’s all right,”’ said Kel be satisfied that the mare car track without breakin’ dowr If her feet'll stand it, an’ she only half as goo he used t

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Ke ar an } eve i gt out ol ‘ l t i I ema Mose Le iid the Plunge re me t | t ] t . . } ! f On P g Ww ic ‘ An’ what might that be I'he books might 1 y a ning I nan nd carrying n it atural Mike Ke bubbled ove t ghth They'd treat 1 a e! The little gray man f Please re i i ne oa ? “that they t treat me a " " a years ago. At least, that n t if they did it Wa t the tol et ‘ iflord to laugh at. The ed t f of shen * At first, yes; but the ave } ye began runnin’ a rac WW they, when that crook-leg at of < i was pullin’ the head fi i t it? The bookmakers go i loug!? a again, didn’t they Ask ! ‘ say it was just loaned ye to play with for a while.’ “Nevertheless,” argued Kenne tubborr “if I should walk into the betting g to-morrow and begin playing hea there would be a { in the odds. Those men know me, Ke and the fear me There was a note of pride in his v is he finishe “Tut, tut, Plunger! Ye have what they cal! de! of grandeur,” said Kelly lis put a high-toned way sayin’ that a man kids himself. Ye remember the ol ballad, ‘It is not what ye used to be; it’s what are to-day ae By golly, there's a lot of truth in it muppose ye went bulgin’ into that bettin’ ring, carryin’ a bank roll an’ breathin’ defiance from both nostrils. They wouldn't rur away an’ hide. No; they'd fight each other for first chance at ye.” Plunger Kennedy bowed stiffly. “Your opinion is your opinion,” said he with free politeness. ‘‘I am indebted to you, sir, for the mare; bu she runs it will be in the name of the Kennedy Stables She will carry my racing colors. I—I still have ther

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THE SATURDAY EVENING HE Marathon returned to San Francisco i and Captain Ramsey learned, with some surprise, that Fallon had resigned as port captain and left the pier. “And I'll take his place for the time,”’ the vice pres- ident added genially. ‘Glad to know it, sir,’’ Ramsey responded. “By the way oi For two days the vice pres- ident and the commander of the Marathon spent the time in what was Ostensibly an inspection of the ship, in reality a rather child- ish undoing of many things the old port captain had spent weary months in elaborating. So at last they came to one of Fallon’s known hobbies, the costly, com- plicated and troublesome electric wunding machine that Ramsey so disliked. “I know some old-timers like ‘em,"’ Ramsey told his superior. ‘All right for polar expedition and coast-survey boats; but who wants one on a liner? I guess I can get all the soundings I want with a deep-sea lead. I ain’t slowing down my engines in mid- to overhaul a thousand fathoms of piano wire and smash a glass to get a reading nobody Why, it costs twelve dollars every time you use the thing!” “Of course,” the other agreed. ‘Out of date in this day of well- run courses and modern charts.” “I'm not hunting any un- charted reefs,” Ramsey con- cluded sarcastically. “Dismantle it!” said the vice president. Having thus, as he expressed it, trimmed his ship, regardless of obscure inventions and labo- rious calculations and observa- tions, Ramsey in the same spirit proceeded on the somewhat more difficult matter—he acknowl- edged it to be so--of imposing his will on Mrs. Stance and send- ing her to Papeete to impersonate the long-lost niece of Lemuel de UiTrasse He had had a brief interview with the old captain in Tahiti, where he had broached his sub- ject by a casual “By the way, I looked up your girl— Marjorie.” De Grasse’s eyes had snapped as he said: “Has she any excuse for leaving me as she did?” “She’s older now,” Ramsey answered pacifically. “Always regretted what she did—asked me to feel round and see whether you'd care to have her back.” “So-o!”" De Grasse looked provoked. “Sick?” “She looks very well indeed,” Ramsey said hastily. ‘Says you may not know her at first—but she’s quite well.” Suspicion still informed the old man’s tones as he com- plained: “I've had my experience with women. They go off—in when they’re feeling well and have money in their pockets. Then they get to ailing and come home. My wife was sickly.” The words, a brief epitome of a tragedy long played out, did not strike Ramsey with their full significance. His mind was intent on his own project—to be rid of an exact- ing woman; and he was impatient of irrelevant details concerning her “Marjorie is well,” he repeated. De Grasse frowned and stammered, evidently of two minds “Oh, well!” he burst out presently. “I suppose she'd better come back— though circumstances have altered.” Ramsey was unable to get more by questioning and was foreed to make his adieus without learning whether Fallon had written a report of an uncharted island or communi- cated any plans. But he saw the conclusion of one episode in his life-— his love affair with Mollie Stance. All that ocean wants cabs By John Fleming Wilson TLLUSTRATED Br ANTON oTToO “It's to Save the Ship, Mollie!" He Croaked remained to do was to see Mollie and convince her, against her will, of the imaginary benefits to be derived from a gross and inexcusable deceit. “But I can do it,” he thought with great satisfaction. Though Mrs. Stance had hinted to Captain Fallon that she detected Ramsey’s ignoble motives, and though that keenness of perception which is the punishment of the worst of women and the reward of the best made her know that the youngish commander of the Marathon con- temned her as middle-aged and unfitted to share his new rank, she allowed no bitterness of realization to show in her reception of his proposal that she go to Papeete. “You're the spit and image of the niece—I saw her photograph,” he told her. “Just as I said before, the old fellow is wild to have his Marjorie back. I saw her pic- ture, I tell you, and you'll pass. ‘Pert!’ says the old chap. ‘Left me while I was shaving in the back parlor and went off in a cab!’” Ramsey threw his head back and laughed at the recol- lection. Mrs. Stance stared at her hands. “He won't suspect?” “He?” Ramsey proceeded to enlarge on De Grasse’s self-absorption. ‘I believe he’ll just look up and scold you for being gone so long.” “T suppose there’s nothing to keep me here,” remarked, “Then you go down to Papeete with us day after to-morrow,” he said, boisterously content at the success of she FISCHER April 22, 1916 his scheming. ‘“‘Of course, say nothing to anybody. You walk in on De Grasse and say: ‘I’m Marjorie. Are you done shaving yet?’ Like that—pert, you know.” His voice sank gravely. “If I were you I'd dress the part—a little paint, eh? A touch of color?” The humiliated woman smiled wryly. “T’ll be ready.” “T'll engage you a cabin and pay for it,” he said in parting. “My treat. Think of the old man’s money! And it’s pure charity too.” She did not look up. He felt a secret opposition in her manner. “You’ve always been em- phatic on respectability,” he re- marked. ‘ De Grasse is well off, I should say. Make him give you a good house. Virtue is its own reward, you know.” The red blood stained her cheek as if he had flicked her with a whip. When he was gone she went into her inner room and shut the door zs if she were not alone in the house. There, in abasement that need not be de- scribed, she fought her battle, settling in her mind the answer to Captain Fallon’s stern question. With great satisfaction Cap- tain Ramsey perceived that his instructions— conveyed in a brief message to the effect that he would be very busy during the voyage— were being faithfully obeyed when the Marathon was twenty-four hours out from San Francisco; and still no word had come from the occupant of Cabin Number 247. He knew from the purser’s reports that a Miss Mar jorie de Grasse was in the room, and he had countered that offi- cer’s casual “Wonder whether any relative of old De Grasse, in Papeete?” with a slow “I believe so. Someone in the office told me she was.” The purser decided that his commander could have no per- sonal interest in a woman whom he had not offered to transfer from one of the most undesirable rooms in the ship. As a matter of fact, Ramsey had not over- looked this detail. He did not think it worth while to explain to Mrs. Stance. She was, to his mind, fast becoming a negligible factor. He had, in brief, got rid of her. He was more concerned in learning from indispu- table authority that, though Captain Fallon had left the Northern and Equatorial, it was by no means certain that the old port captain would not be invited to resume his post. This information was accompanied by a plain hint that the sedulous vice president was a man of exhausted influence. “TI guess he did about his limit when he made you com- modore of the fleet,”’ said a local inspector of boilers who was aboard for the voyage. ‘You were lucky.” “‘He’s a very pleasant man and seems to know his busi- ness thoroughly,”” Ramsey protested warmly. “Very pleasant, of course,” the inspector admitted idly; “but he made a little mistake when he overlooked Fallon. You're new on this run and naturally you don’t know all the Government people know. We've got to depend on Fallon. No need to watch his ships! They were found to the last rivet and rope yarn—always. And that counts a lot with us.” Ramsey perfectly understood the unspoken words: “‘And we make or break superintendents and port cap- tains."” He was tremendously put out, knowing that he must stand or fall with the man who had given him his command. ““T guess Captain Fallon is not sleeping cold for lack of feathers in his nest,” he remarked with as much indiffer- ence of manner as he could assume. “I hear he’s gone down to Papeete on a kind of treasure hunt—some ship lost years ago, with a lot of money aboard.” she’s

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There was no response to this and none expected. Ram- sey knew that that bit of gossip would stick in the in- spector’s mind, to be recalled the moment somebody else mentioned Fallon and wondered what his errand could be. So the master of the Marathon had plenty to worry him during the voyage, what with fears that De Grasse would betray him or Fallon learn the truth about the discovery of a full-rigged ship ashore on a desert island, and the plain danger that De Grasse would at the last minute refuse to acknowledge Mollie Stance as the missing Marjorie. But the first day ashore in Papeete reassured him. A small schooner was busily outfitting in the harbor, and public gossip had it that Fallon and De Grasse were going on an expedition to an outlying pearl fishery. The restoration of the lost Marjorie went off in so matter-of-fact fashion that he recognized the futility of improving on the comic re- sources of unaided Providence. “I saw you walk into the old man’s new house under the papayas like you knew the place; and then I saw the old man come out and light his pipe, like he was ready to loaf the rest of his life,’’ he told her when he met her that eve- ning in front of the Magazin 4 Bon Marché. ‘“‘ You should have been an actress, Mollie.” “*Miss de Grasse!’’ she said dully, and no more could he get out of her except a brief statement that Captain Fallon was suspicious. “You leave that boy to me!"’ Ramsey said angrily. He did not think it worth while to mention what he had heard from the Government inspector as to Fallon’s pros- pects of a recall to the service of the Northern and Equatorial. But this matter was at no time out of his mind, and during his stay in the island town he schemed and plotted a catas- trophe that should forever remove the former port captain from his path and definitely free him from all the impedi- ments in his ambitious upward course. Ramsey’s instinc- tive hostility to Fallon was ripened into a perfectly defined hatred, fattened on daily knowledge that, unless Fallon were out of the way, there would be neither promotion nor secu- rity for himself. His plan was simple and efficacious. “T knew Fallon up there,”’ he would remark, pointing eastward with his thumb; “and they do say he’s on the inside of a big thing.”” Later he would let fall a remark: “Of course Fallon is close-mouthed. Who wouldn’t be?”’ At another time he would emphasize the oddity of De Grasse’s niece returning to the avuncular roof coinciden- tally with the arrival of De Grasse’s son-in-law. He hinted that the lure of untold riches had recalled Marjorie from a bright social station in America and grudgingly admitted that “‘straws show which way the wind blows’’—-though still apparently unable to see how Fallon could be clever enough to avail himself of good fortune. Though all Papeete idly chattered, the general senti- ment in that blasé community seemed to be that Captain Fallon had got hold of one of the innumerable government concessions which constantly engaged the attention of adventurers and traders. Tahiti mildly suggested “‘shell”’ and Ramsey recognized the lack of interest. Unless he suc- ceeded in fixing the eyes of the island world on Fallon and De Grasse, it was only too likely that they would vanish, accomplish their end, and return without exciting the faintest curiosity—and Ramsey’s scheme would be vain. By a masterpiece of audacious insinuation he attracted the sudden attention of a French official, who dropped his social civility for a quarter of an hour’s keen questioning, at the end of which period Ramsey went off, having the satisfaction of knowing that the authorities were at last The Sea Was Rising Steadily While They Gazed Entranced,. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST interested and intended to find out the cause and purpose of Alois Fallon’s return to Papeete, “‘And when they find out that the two old chaps are hunting a ship which they once reported lost, with all hands, and the insurance paid © He laughed hilariously till his rich tones penetrated to the recesses of the steamship and brought smirking amuse- ment to the faces of a dozen obsequious subordinates, who trusted to rise in the wake of the all-powerful commander of the Northern and Equatorial’s flagship. vi HEN the Marathon anchored in Papeete harbor a month later, and the doctor was come aboard to give pratique, Ramsey had already observed that Fallon’s schooner was missing from the medley of vessels. The busy physician amiably granted the wished-for information “Captains Fallon and De Grasse sailed two weeks ago. Th authorities were—ah—a little suspicious; but nothing was discovered, I believe. Missde Grasse went with them.” Ramsey drew a long breath of relief. During his sojourn in San Francisco he had considered himself at liberty to address the vice president’s daughter; and he knew that the newspapers in the mail bags contained several accounts of social affairs in which Mollie’s trained eyes would quickly perceive a hint of the truth. He had intended to tell her on this trip, but this spared him a disagreeable sea son and left his mind free to follow up the fortunes of Captain Fallon. All curiosity, he found, had died away. The fickle popu lace had almost forgotten De Grasse and his companion. It was time to play trumps. He waited till that night at the club when his desired audience was present. Then, in an interval of silence, he told his neighbor: “T happened to learn the object of Captain Fallon’s search—remember Fallon, who came down here a while back and left with De Grasse on a schooner, with a woman said to be De Grasse’s niece?” The same government officer who had before interro- gated Ramsey drew him to a corner. “*Have you further information, captain?’’ he demanded in a tone compounded of dry urgency and bare civility. With apparent reluctance—‘“‘I’ve nothing against Fal- lon, sir’ —Ramsey made a brief, frank statement of his pretended discovery: ‘‘It seems Captain Fallon lost aship somewhere round here many years ago—reported her lost, I understand—and has just got trace of her. He's after the ship now, I’m told.” “We know he lost the Lady of India—that is, he aban- doned the wreck and came for assistance. Never found the vessel, which undoubtedly foundered with all hands,”’ the official said testily. ‘‘That’s all plain.” “Ah!” Ramsey responded easily. ‘‘Then it’s another ship he’s after, I suppose. Anyway, he’s got its position on an island not down on the charts.”’ He drew out a slip of paper and handed it to Lieutenant de Querouaille, with a curt “That’s the latitude and longitude, I am told.” “There is no land there,” was the prompt response. “Your figures must be wrong, captain.” “My figures!”’ exclaimed Ramsey hotly. “I'm not making figures of positions of any fairylands about here. I’m an American shipmaster, with plenty to look after in my own vessel and mails and passengers. Those are Cap- tain Fallon’s figures, I believe.” Lieutefant de Querouaille, elderly, formal and fatigued by the unending round of petty detail that involved him, The Atolt Had Vanished glanced at the heavy, solid man before him and mused Not lacking in imagination, he perceived that Ramsey himself was puzzled to know the precise truth about Fa lon’s expedition; was, in fact, anxious to solve the myster He thought he knew that the master of the Marathon Wa certain of a few facts—saw no reason to doubt positior noted down on the paper in his hand was ger Instinctively ne resented the suppositior that he ifrer official, would use his powers merely to gratify the curio ity of a civilian mariner; but “The loss of Captain Fallon’s vessel was duly attested he said briefly. “His wife was among those lost, captair There is no ground for believing that he wrecked } hip and proposes at this late day to rediscover her “IT have no ideas on the subject,’"”’ Ramsey returned stiffly. “‘I ventured to suppose that people I know in Sa Francisco were not speaking idly when they told me w Captain Fallon was doing. I'm not responsible for the figures in your hand— indeed, I wash my hands of the whole matter now.” De Querouaille smiled “Not so fast, captain! My government is concerned ir knowing about all islands in these waters. Suppose thers is land at this point. I am immediately interested, wholly apart from anything that Captain Fallon may do.” ‘Well?” Ramsey demanded a little brusquely “It is my duty,” the lieutenant responded, waving one trim hand politely ‘So when you sail again for the American Coast I shall ask you to accept me as a passenger It is in your ompany’s contract with my government that your vessels s! all be at our disposal, within reasonable limits, at our request. This island lies within a few miles of your usual course. I shall ask you to deviate enough to take me to it—-should it exist.” With some show of reluctance Ramsey assented “I fancy all we'll find—if we find anything—is old Fal- lon cruising round with De Grasse; and they'll say they're turtle hunting, likely.” Thus assured that his carefully schemed coup should b« public, and officially witnessed, Ramsey could not sleep at night for dreaming of the blank face of the former port captain when he should be exposed; of the ribald laughter that would greet the airing of their nonsensical project; of the headshakings which would follow when San Francisco learned that its respected manager of ships had been caught by the French Government in a crazy attempt to locate land where there was none. He anticipated the bringing up of the old story, embellished with florid detai! of the Lady of India, and verily heard the stammering tones of old Fallon reciting the weird, impossibie particu lars of a wreck that never happened. And the fact that his wife had been left on board the fated vessel—- Ramsey choked with pleasure, his gross mind dwelling and gorging itself on this fond secret which, brought into the light of day, would bear a sinister and appalling constructi Truly, he thought, fortune favored him in so marking for destruction all who dared to stand in the way of his ow! advancement and success. Fallon and Mollie Stance He placed the photograph of the vice president's daug! ter openly on his desk—signal of triumph and earnest of reward. vir HE Marathon departed from the Tahitian port with 1 sign about her that she was bound on any errand other than her usual cheerful one of conveying passengers a tropic freights; the few people who observed the presence

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20 of the neat, taciturn and always fatigued De Querouaille thought him merely on leave. His casual interest in the equipment of the big steamer impressed even those who were acquainted with him as not professional; only the wondered what particular business had engaged the French official on a voyage that must be dis- tasteful to him. But, even to him, De Querouaille gave no hint apart from a brief, almost indifferent question about the dismantled sounding apparatus. To this, with a sudden recollection of his due loyalty to his ship, the engineer had responded hastily that the affair had proved useless, and intimated gratuitously that before long he expected to see it replaced by a new and improved device. All that the lieutenant had answered had been a smiling: ‘I suppose your captain does not sound for uncharted reefs—like our good Captain Fallon?” The afternoon of the fourth day Ramsey received the French official in his cabin and stated that the Marathon would that evening approach the position set down in Captain Fallon'’s note— about twenty miles east of the usual course. In order that there might be no misunderstanding on this or on the exact reasons for his— Ram- interference with what was chief engineer sey’s kept a secret, he took some mo- ments to tell the lieutenant that it was to everybody's benefit, once and for all, to disprove loose allegations about any uncharted islands, reefs and rocks. “There have been plenty of captains sailing this route who have come into port with reports of land where there isn’t any and can’t be any. My owners laid emphasis on the harm that such wild rumors did; and, I tell you, Captain Fallon was one of the first to warn me against letting my imagination run away with me. He knows there’s no land hereabout! Then why is he down here in a miserable schooner when he could have had command of this Something besides unknown islands is in the wind, lieutenant. And I don’t want any- one to blame me and say I didn’t tell the proper authorities what I Now suppose Fallon and De Grasse blow back to Papeete and tell about an island they've found here. Say, what about it? And what would the ignoramuses think of me—sailing past twice a month and never seeing that land? I don’t want any more such reports going in, I can tell you.” “Ah!” said the lieutenant appreciatively. see vessel? knew “We shall Of course my affair is simply to see whether there is any land not reported and verified so far. I have officially entertained your report that such land has been sighted, and | am with you purely officially —an observer, captain, for my government.” “You won't see any land,’’ Ramsey responded. Then you don’t credit any of the many reports made by various shipmasters?” the lieutenant suggested gently. “T believe it’s all a play of some sort,”’ was the response. “IT don’t like such plays. That's why I want you to see for yourself. I expect to hold my job till I'm promoted, and nothing hurts a man so much as the reputation of seeing strange things at sea.”’ “Exactly!"’ De Querouaille answered cordially. “I agree with you.” An odd smile parted his thin lips a moment. “So many captains on this route keep their sounding machines going and a double lookout. They are always seeing - what do you call them?—ghosts.” “That's it,”” Ramsey replied. “It hurts the profes- sion. After ail, running a ship is an exact science. The day is past when the public will trust the shipmaster who does not know his business and stick to it. All this affair of uncharted islands and unknown reefs is a damage to those who don’t make a mystery of a perfectly plain matter. It’s to the public interest to put a stop to such tales.” De Querouaille dropped his chin on his breast. “Then you do not think the sea mysterious, captain?’ Ramsey made a gesture of impatience. “Running a ship is a matter of common sense,” he remarked curtly “And common sense informs us that there is no land where these old gentlemen say there is?"’ pursued the Frenchman. “Ah!” *‘And says, as well, they must have some object in mak- ing a mystery of it,” Ramsey burst out, forgetting his caution for the moment. “We shall soon see,” was the response. “At what hour do you expect to reach the latitude and longitude set down on that note you gave me?” “At midnight precisely, sir.”’ “And the Marathon’ makes fifteen knots an hour? Thank you. If I may, I'll come to the bridge at eleven THE SATURDAY EVENING POST o’clock,”’ De Querouaille suggested. ‘‘ Thus I can be ready to make my official report.” When he was gone Ramsey sat down at his desk and wrote a letter which, when finished, he directed to the vice president of the Northern and Equatorial and mailed with the clerk, telling him offhandedly: “Stick it in with your island letters.” This letter, purporting to be written before the Mara- thon left Papeete, was the final touch, Ramsey thought comfortably. It ran: PAPEETE, June 17. Dear Mr. Securro: I was addressed to-day by Lieuten- ant de Querouaille, port official here, with a request that I change the course of the S. S. Marathon on the return voyage sufficiently to enable him to ascertain whether there is any land in a position some twenty miles easterly of our usual course, in latitude four deg. thirty-five min. north. Though I am uninformed as to the exact reason for this request—which I granted as per terms of our contract with the French Government in re mails—I understand that Captain A. Fallon, formerly your port captain and superintendent, has asserted that there is land at this point. I am privately of the opinion that Lieu- tenant de Querouaille’s report will end the needless and annoying reports of uncharted islands, prevalent so many years throughout this region of the Pacific, and relieve masters of regular steamers from the burden of con- stantly disproving idle rumors. Resp’y, R. RAMSEY, COMMANDER. At eleven o'clock precisely Ramsey as- cended the steps to the upper bridge and “By the Way, I Looked Up Your Girt —Marijorie"’ summoned the third officer. ‘Lieutenant de Querouaille will join me here,” he told him. “Don’t say anything; but he has a report that there is land about here.” “Yes, sir,” the officer returned. “I’ve heard of it.’ “Of what?”’ demanded his superior roughly. “Of land, sir. It was reported ¥ “You won't see it,” Ramsey said curtly; “but keep a good lookout for form’s sake.” De Querouaille then arrived, and the captain noted with surprise that the Frenchman was in full uniform; later he dismissed the matter from his mind when he recalled that this was likely due to the lieutenant’s careful observance of the formalities. To the same cause he attributed a brief suggestion that it would be well to set the sounding ma- chine going. To this he responded civilly that he hoped it would be unnecessary to slow down his engines. He did not think it worth while to inform his visitor that the device was dismantled, but confined himself to a quiet, firm: “The charts show over four thousand fathoms anyway.” The lieutenant acquiesced and withdrew, with a mur- mured word of apology, to a corner of the bridge whence he steadily gazed out over the dark sea, whi*h ran in easy, long swells to the vague horizon; occasionally he tilted his thin face and stared at the stars above him, while beneath his feet the engines of the Marathon rhythmically beat their tale of the elapsing miles. Eight bells rang from the forecastlehead and Ramsey quit his position by the watch officer and stepped over beside De Querouaille. “We are right over the position marked down,” he said in a low voice. “Ah!” was the sole response. “You can see for yourself that it’s all a fairy tale,” Ramsey went on in an aggrieved tone. ‘‘ Nothing in sight. That looks like a game to me.” “A game?”’ repeated the lieutenant. “Yes. What's easier than to sneak off somewhere you ain’t expected and lose your ship, and collect the insurance after reporting a wreck on a reef not down on any chart?” “It has been done.” “And it’ll be done again, so long as people take every loose skipper’s say-so that there’s land where there isn’t any.” April 22, 1916 “Then you think we may as well haul up on your course, captain?” The tone was formal. “That’s only my opinion,” Ramsey hastened to say. “Of course I’m under your orders, sir.” De Querouaille resumed his intent gaze across the smooth sea and slowly his profile sharpened as Ramsey stared at it in the luminous shadow. For an instant the captain’s heart slowed in its full beat. Did the man see something? He darted his own glance into the spaces under the sky. Nothing! He sighed in relief; then a muffled chuckle clucked in his throat. The figures down on that bit of paper were his own, a mere penciling of haphazard numbers. Of course there was nothing. Then his heart stopped again. In a flash he seemed to perceive a huge peril; but the flash went as it had come and he heard the lieutenant’s smooth, cold voice saying: “It would have been more satisfactory if we had tried for soundings.” “I'll take them myself,’”’ was the reply. Without a trace of feeling in his tones the official said: “Tf you please.” Back in the shadows of the afterdeck Ramsey scowled at the useless machine and wished that he had not dis- mantled it. However Assuring himself that no one was about, he unlaced the “anvas cover and adjusted the ratchet on the gear wheel so that it would click as he turned the empty reel. No one would suspect that the device was not working. He could simply take the necessary fifteen minutes to himself and report “‘ No bottom,” and remark that the electric indicator tube had been broken by the pressure—a thing that some- times happened in very deep water. He nimbly bent the end of a coiled lead line to the end of the wire and slipped the lead weight over the rail He allowed the useless line to pay out slowly, now and then hauling in a few fathoms and letting it go again with a loud clacking of the reel. The deceit would an- swer, and as he stood by the machine he glanced with an expression of amusement at the silhouetted figures of the lieutenant and the watch officer on the bridge far forward. And yet he was uneasy. Some portion of his brain seemed hotly at work trying to establish com- munication with him. In spite of himself he realized that he was growing afraid. .How absurd! The figures of the position of the imaginary island were his own—a mere jump at an unlikely spot. They were his own figures. He repeated it; but the little tract inside his skull still burned, sending inarticulate small flickerings of warning. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, flung the lead line overside completely and went back to the bridge. To De Querouaille he boomed: “No bottom; but the formalities are satisfied.” The lieutenant nodded and remarked: “It’s thickening up ahead of us.” “Often does,” Ramsey returned. ‘ Not fogexactly just a kind of mist off some current of cold water, I reckon. It will pass.” He brushed his moist palms to- gether and essayed a laugh. ‘‘ Now for a cigar.” As he put the match to the tobacco the watch officer stepped back a pace. “Shall I start the siren, sir? It’s thickening rapidly.” “No need,”” Ramsey puffed, exhaling the smoke slowly. ““Why waken the passengers? Nobody round.” Yet, as the sea grew more and more indistinct, and the stars faded out one by one, Ramsey’s brows drew into a frown. A glance at the barometer told him no change in the changeless weather was anticipated by the mercury. But what did this strange occlusion of the sea mean? Unheard of in these waters, he thought; yet the vapor was actually swirling about the steamer, eddying past the lit ports and streaming away in fluid sworls from her lofty flanks. He peered at his two companions. De Querouaille stood against the rail in a strained attitude, his eyes fixed, to all appearance, on the wash of the swell about the bows. The third officer, humped up by the binnacle, had one hand lying constrainedly on the lever of the engine-room telegraph. What did it mean—this queer intentness? There was no land within five hundred miles. Ramsey was angry at the credulity of his fellow men, who ought to know better. No chart had ever recorded land hereabout—and men had sailed these seas a hundred years. And the figures were his own—a mere haphazard jotting down of an imaginary longitude and latitude. Nonsense! Still, somewhere in his dull, overheated, sluggish brain a particle of its organism insisted on calling, calling. What was it? What had he for- gotten? Heshook his head. Nothing had been overlooked. Nothing! All was plain. But the incessant tiny clamor of something in his skull would not be silenced, warning him that he had forgotten, forgotten. What? he demanded of it. Even the dullest of perceptions can be impressed by a gradual and inexplicable change of a familiar scene, and the master of the Marathon watched his mate’s hand on the engine-room telegraph with growing fascination. The warm, clinging vapor was increasing its density. It was a mere flaw of eccentric weather, a freak of an air current— but what had he forgotten? It might even be well, for

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appearance’s sake, to sound the fog signal, evidence of no due precaution neglected. Ramsey was on the point of a grudging command to this effect when a sudden jar within his own strong body seemed to stop all his processes of life except a shrill, tingling cry from a far-off spot in his brain: “You have forgotten that the figures you wrote down on that piece of paper are the same as those on the old chart Fallon gave you! You thought you were making them up; instead, you copied them!” Ramsey, stricken nerveless with swift terror, was not aware that a natural law had asserted itself; all he knew was that every blood current in his body was shut down as if by the thudding-to of all the valves in his veins, leav- ing his throbbing heart to beat on air. Slowly the momentum of his purpose asserted itself and he breathed again It wasn’t true! The figures were imaginary. Wasn't his ship, the Marathon, steaming at full speed over the spot? He recovered himself and looked at the watch officer in sudden amusement. Without a premonitory movement that individual sharply drew his hand toward him, and instantly from the engine room far below rose the clangor of gongs as the indicator bar swung imperiously to Stop! hesitated, ad- vanced to Stand by! and then quietly, as if relaxing, swung downward to Full Astern! And above them the great whistle chamber belched water, coughed challengingly, and flung out a hollow blast that pealed into a wild shriek. wii S THE weather begun to get warmer and we got out-of-doors more, it was cheerfuller around our place. Bonnie Bell chirked up quite a bit. She used tosing some. It seemed like she was going to get used to living in town—not me; never! But Old Man Wright didn’t seem to worry none somehow. He was one of the sort that, put him down anywheres and he’d be busy. If he was set down on a sand bar beside a creek he’d reach around to find some sticks; and, first thing you know, he’d be building a house out of °em—he just always was making things some- how. I never seen a man could size up a piece of country for what it would perduce better than him “Curly,” says he to me one day when I was down in his new office and we was talking about making money, “‘there’s different ways of getting rich,” says he, “‘but only one system. Either get what a mighty few thinks they got to have—that’sthingsfor rich folks; orelse get something that everybody has got to have whether they want it or not—that’s things for poor folks. And when you're in the game you buy when things is low and sell when they is high. Nigh about every man you > know plays the game just the other way round. That’s why there’s so many poor folks,” says he. “Yet the game is plumb easy to beat when you know how, if making money is all you care about. “For instance,” says he, “when I bought that bunch of stock in the Lake Electric a while ago it was when nobody wanted it, or let on they wanted it. Since then it has riz round fifteen or twenty points and it'll go higher. When I sold the Circle Arrow it was when them folks wanted it right bad. Between you and me, them people paid more for it than it was worth. I may buy it in some day when they don’t want it no more.” “You reckon you ever will, Colonel?” says I, plumb happy to think of that. “Tf I was alone in the world, with just you, I shorely would right off,” says he, “‘no matter what it cost. With Bonnie Bell in the game, too, I don’t know what I'll do nor when I'll do it. “IT don’t have such a hard time here,” he went on after a while. “For instance, just a few weeks ago I was reading le MA THE SATURDAY EVENING POST “Afraid!” He heard his own voice, rich and tuneful, ring out in the blank silences and dominate the dull thudding impact of the withdrawing engines: “‘Seeing ghosts?” “The idiot!” Ramsey thought Instantly, as if actuated by a common impulse, he saw De Querouaille and the third mate bend swiftly forward bowing deeply over the rail in a grotesque mockery of sud den curiosity about something below them. Oddly enoug! he felt himself making the same absurd curtsy; he was helpless, as if his feet had been drawn swiftly from under him. He caught himself with outflung hands on the rail, and the thrill of the trembling oak shot up his tense arms and settled at his heart. Then a swollen hill of black water rose out of the vaporous shadows ahead, rolled silently over the tilted bows of the Marathon, and broke in a clear, hilarious roar over the decks “*Ashore!”’ croaked the third officer. De Querouaille recovered his balance and stepped swiftly to the binnacle, into which he peered brie fly Ry the soft glow of the lamp his face shone transiently, as if phos- phorescent. When he raised his head Ramsey knew the verdict, shouted by a hundred tongues of steel and oak and steam, whispered by this hateful, cool French officer. “You have lost your ship, captain!” Without considering the judicial import of those words, or the guilty implication of his own, the commander of the Marathon bellowed out his insufficient plea “Impossible! There’s nothing on the charts!" By Emerson Hough TLLUSTRATED BY “Why Don't You Go Down to the Park,’ Says I, “‘and Tatk to Some of Them Dutch Gardeners ?"* in the papers about this war in Europe—which is a shame and a awful thing; and I hope it won’t come here, though if it does you and me are in,”’ says he. “‘ Well, I seen how they make so much powder and sell it— smokeless powder For that they have to use a awful lot of picric acid.” “What kind of acid?” says I. “ Pickles?” “IT don’t know,” says he. “I wouldn’t know it if it was on a plate—only I know they have to make smokeless powder out of it. So I bought all I could find laying round here or there—not very much; only two or three hundred thousand doilars’ worth “Well,” says he, stretching out his legs and yawning, “it’s the same old story, Curly. I couldn’t help it and I didn’t mean to do it the least way in the;world; but now this here picric acid— whatever it is it’s worth two or ££ fe GREFE busy De Querouaille cast a significant glance down at the dect filling with half-dressed, murmuring passenger and said Your friend Fallor I faney we shall find lhe name seemed to recall Ramsey to himself t steaciex him, as if he heard the voice of a superior, at nis i, routine self, ar unimaginative seamar A ul I we 4 calling smatteringly, with 1 originalit t} reliance on what others told hin He appeared t he position of his ship while listening to wha fT Said rapidly in his ear Then he went dow the adder among his passengers Ly Querouatlic eve the third officer's as they heard the full ton i the mat Saying pompousty A minor a ler No cause for ala ace return t your cabins, please No dang N et alarm at ; Followed a silence, as if people waited for t of assurance Lyx Que rouaille and the third mate tiptoed to the rail and peered dow They saw Rams ‘ amid the throng under the deck lights. Wonderingly the saw his large head tilt back as if he were drawing in a great breath for some tremendous speech. Instead of arti ulate and satisfying phrases they heard a hea‘ teady laugh, given with full lungs And when it ended and magnificent, the two stared at each other while the crowd broke into relieved chatter and shuffled apart into groups that sought their rooms down the tilted deck Continued on Page 5S! OR three times what it was. I cleaned uy yh, maybe two or three hundred thousand dollars on that There ain't enough in these things to keep me very I don’t care for making money nohow, be cause it’s so easy If there was a real min’'s game now, I wouldn’t mind mixing with it.” “Cows is something that folks has to have hether they are rich or poor,” says I to hin *“ Shore and it 1 good game too If vou look round you'll find that there is some things that everybody has got to ust somehow, somewhere wood, copper, oil ror thingslikethat. Youca build houses and ‘ ‘em unless you have some of them thing Ever body has to buy en r wholesale or in retai | like to buy them a litth farther back eve thar when the ure wholesale what you call raw resource ‘If you take thing that’s made up in package you can sell them. to ttle at a time but Some folks likes to trade that way; they got to ha pictures hject wfore ‘em to beleve the ney s sale lha le slow f me Cur L lik ‘ wxds before ‘ nh package 1 that folks has got t t That’ here game weak, ( | | * Fy ! deal in cows on the hoof. That ain't re pectabi W he you cut up cows and hogs into side hams and usage then’ when you get respectable Ain't got of that? Look at them Wisners, for instance He snorts at that and ain’t happy “Well, it’s the truth,” says Il. “Look at us! Wea nobody here, for all your money. Old Man Wisner king bee of this here rov f house We ain't ten in this race “Huh! Isthatso? I’m running free, under a 1 cant KICh But ther ve're ha ng ull the fur t Bonnie Bel ’ says I. “But she’s doing well enoug! he’s disg healthy, sounder in wind and limb than anybody els t} tow And she’s busy too he’s found a new ' f car that she says she’s got to have oie i the W bought one a little shinier than hers.”

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THE SATURDAY “Well, she can have whatever she We doing pretty well, seems like. I just went into a little last that will maybe pay for that new car.” **What’s it about this time, Colo- nel?” I ast him “Well, it has something more to do with this here war. Whenever there is a war somebody makes money and everybody loses it. Now ‘re using a awful lot of bullets packed up in packages ready to be busted takes a certain kind of lathe to turn them sharpnel, and there is only one kind of lathe in this country that does it faster than iny other; and the people that makes sharpnel can’t get enough of them. Well, I bought the control of that lathe. Looking around not long ago, I found a little stove fac- tory down in the sand hills; and I bought it and put a few of them lathes in there and started a little company. “Besides, I control them lathes that goes into all the other facto- where they make sharpnel. Shouldn't wonder if we’d run intoa little money before long—enough to buy a car-—five hundred thousand dollars or so. If they got to have sharpnel I suppose we might as well make ’em and make ‘em good.” “Well, Colonel,” says I, “I hope you'll find enough to do, so that one of these days you can be right com- fortable.”’ “So do I,” says he, and he sticks out his legs again, with his hands in his pockets. ‘But sometimes I al- most lose heart about it. Things looks mighty sad to me, because I can't find no game that’s interesting for to piay ‘ “How about that running-for- alderman business?” says I. “I’m looking that over,” says he. “I know a good many of the fellows wants are spe« i] | lation week You see the y sharpnel over there open It there ries EVENING POST April 22, 1916 “Is he going to run for alder- man?” says I. “I seen something in the papers about it.” “Well, yes; I believe he will—I heard him say he would.” “Tf he does,” says I, “I reckon hell will pop in this ward.” “Why?” says he. “Well, my boss is figuring he may run for alderman hisself—he’s nat- uralized here now. He used to be sher’f out in Cody whenever he wanted to be. When he wants any- thing, seems like he can’t hardly help getting it. It’s a way he has.” He looks kind of thoughtful at that. “Well now,” says he, “well now, what do you know about that! As you say, Curly, ain’t that hell?” He swore so easy and natural that I kind of liked him, and the way he taken up roping was to my thinking about the best of any tenderfoot I ever seen. “What are they piling up them rocks along the side of the yard for, Jimmie?” I ast him after a while. You see, there was several wagon- loads of brick and stuff had been put in there that morning. “T don’t know,” says he. “*Some- thing the old man ordered, I reckon He’s away right now. They don’t always tell me about things as much as I think they might.” “T’ve often wondered they didn’t fire you,” says I. “They can’t,” says he. “I told youl’ve gottoo much on’em. They don’t dast to fire me none at all. I defy ’em!”’ says he. “Well, you better be a little careful,”’ says I. “I’ve seen people felt that way about their boss before now, and right often they got the ean. You better not get fired till you know a little bit more about roping and riding.” “Hush!” says he. “I think I over on the west side of our ward. My freckles helps me some in that part of the ward. They can’t look at freckles like mine and call me anything but a honest man. Our ward is in two parts, and a little wears silk socks and a good deal of it don’t. Wisner, he’s strong with them that does. He maybe ain't so strong with them that makes eight dollars a week.” “He shore makes plenty of money,” says I. “I expect he’s got more money than anybody in town.” “I'm willing to stack up a little money in this alderman game against him if | thought I'd get any fun out of it. i'm just marking time here, the way it is,” says he. “Doing what?” I ast him. “Making money and waiting.” “What for?” says I, not understanding. “For some man,” says he. “What man?” I ast him, still not understanding. “That's what I don’t know. For some man that will make Bonnie Bell happy. But all the young men in a city talk alike and look alike and dress alike. I ain’t seen more than one or two that was worth a cuss—not a one I thought was good enough for my girl. And yet it stands to reason that something will happen; and it might be any time. It makes me uneasy.” I couldn't see why more folks didn’t come into our house, like they used to out on the Circle Arrow; and I said that. “It's easy to see why they don't,”’ says Old Man Wright, and he busts the glass top of his table with his fist. “It’s plumb plain to see why. It’s them Wisners has blocked our game. They coppered us from the start—that’s what! We got in wrong at the start with them; we didn’t kotow to them, and they've always been expecting it.” ‘That puts us in pretty hard,” says I. ‘It wouldn't be hard for you or me, Curly,” says he. “There ain't a game on earth that that pie-faced old hypo- crite can play that I can’t beat him at; I don’t fear him no more than I like him. But when I see how easy it was for him and his folks to make my girl miserable It ain't on account of myself, Curly,” says he, and he sweeps his hand over the desk and knocks every paper and every- thing else on the floor. ‘“She’s all I got,” says he. “I loved her ma and I love her. Whatever goes against her happi- ness goes against me all the way through. And,” says he, I'll buck this here city game until some day I bust the bank!” I left him sitting there, sort of looking down at his feet, with his hands in his pockets and his legs stretched out. “Ain't You Making a Mistake in Wanting to Marry My Girt at All, He wasn’t happy none at all, though all the time he’d been hollering for some game that he couldn’t beat. 1x E WENT on that way a good while into the summer and nothing much happened between us and our neighbors. Maybe once in a while our dog Peanut would get over in their back yard and scratch up their pansies. Peanut always liked to lay in fresh dirt, and he seemed to know instinctive which was our pansy beds and which was theirn. Their hired man only laughed when I seen him and apologized. He used to come over once in a while, their hired man did, and meet me on the dock back of the boathouse, where I give him lessons in roping. I showed him a few things- how to let go when he got his rope straight, and to give hisself plenty of double back of the hondo. We used to rope the snubbing posts where we tied the boats. Some- times we'd practice for a hour or so and he begun to get on right well. We visited that way several days, usual of mornings. “Don’t the lady ever come down to the boats no more?’ says he one time. “No,” says l. “Her pa’s afraid she'll get drownded.” “Does she ever talk about saving the life of anybody?” he ast. “No,” I says; “‘she’s used to such things. She don’t take no account anyways of saving the life of a laboring man,” says I. “It’s nothing to her.” “Ain't it funny,” says he, “how things work out some- times? At first, you know, I thought she was one of your housemaids.”’ “You done what?” says I. “Well, I won’t deny it. When I first seen her in the yard, the time she chased that dog over, I thought she was one of the maids—you see, she had on a cap and a apern. I didn’t know at all. The old lady thinks it yet.” “*She’s mighty kind-hearted, even with the lower classes,” says I. “She even gives money to them people that play music in front of our house every morning. I wish they wouldn't.” “I wish she wouldn't do that,” says he. “We have a awful time with that band. The old man said if he ever got to be alderman he'd get a ordinance through abolishing them off the streets. They play something fierce!”’ says he. ’ heard someone over in our boat- house. Good-by! I'll come round again to-morrow morning.” He went on down the dock into their boathouse. I set down not far from the door, smoking and looking out over the lake. I heard someone in there begin to talk. It was him and Old Lady Wisner—I’d heard her before once in a while. I couldn’t help hearing them if I'd wanted to, and I did want to. “‘James,”’ says she, “‘where have you been? looking everywhere for you.” “Why, nowhere especial,” says he carelesslike. “I was just over on the dock doing some roping stunts with Curly.” “TI suppose you mean that red-headed, pigeon-toed brute that hangs around the Wrights’ place,” says she. Say, when she said that I half riz up, for I shore was mad. I may be the way she said, but I don’t allow no one else to say so. But she wasn’t a man anyway; so I had to stand it. I read somewhere in a book it ain’t correct to listen when folks don’t know you're hearing them; but that didn’t go with me no more, especial when people was talking about me and my hair and feet that way. So I set down and listened some more. “Well,” says Jimmie, “I haven't ever noticed that at all. But he’s a good scout and I like him,” says he. That made me feel just a little easier anyways. “Well, it’s no matter what you were doing over there,” says she vicious. ‘‘ You're not to have nothing more to do with such can-nye no more. Why can’t you attend to your own business?”’ “I’m just going to,”’ says he. “ You ain’t ast my consent about mussing up my flower beds. What's all that rock and brick doing up in the yard?” Say, he was a sassy one! “Since you ask me, I'll tell you. It’s a fence we're going to build.” “A fence?” says he. “We got a fence now.” “Oh, have we? Well, it ain’t high enough to keep out our people from mixing with them can-nye.” I wondered again what can-nye was. “I'll not have you talking with their maids.” “Is that so?” says he. “I hadn’t noticed much of that going on lately,” says he. “I wish it was.” “James!” says she, so mad she couldn’t hardly speak. “James!” And about all she could do was to guggle in her throat and say: “James!” “Well,” says I to myself, “‘here’s where he gets the can tied to him, all right. It don’t stand to reason she'll fall for that kind of talk.” Sir?" I’ve been

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Well now, they was talking about that fence. In two or three days it was easy enough to see what the Wisners was going to do—they was going to cut out the herd law and fence in their own range. It wasn’t a fence at all. It was a wall they built, day after day—a regular wall! Pretty soon it was up as high as our second-story window, and it kept on a-going. It took them weeks to finish it. When it was done it run clean from the sidewalk back to their boathouse. From our side, on the ground, you couldn't only see the top of their house, and from their side you couldn’t only see the top of ours. Well, anyway, the wall went up and we didn’t stop it, because we couldn’t. It was like we was living in two differ- ent worlds, with that wall between us, and that was the way they meant it. Nothing could cross from one side to the other. It was the coldest deal I ever seen one set of folks give another. And why? I couldn’t figure why. Bonnie Bell was right still and quiet. Old Man Wright he went around thoughtful for quite a while. He seen this was a insult put on him, but he didn’t know what to do. At last he went to Bonnie Bell one day, and says he: “Sis, it’s coming along kind of hot in the summer. How’d you like to go to White Sulphur or somewheres for a few months?” says he. “You're looking kind of pale now for the last few weeks,” says he, “‘and I don't like to see it.” She turns and looks at him square in the eyes for a min- ute, and pointed out the window. “With that thing going on?” says she damned first!’’ says she That was the first time I ever heard Bonnie Bell cuss. I liked her for saying it, and so did her pa “It’s a hard game we got to play, sis,”’ says he; “but we'll play it.” She nods, and we let it go at that. That fence ruined the street, as far as our end of it was concerned. Them that lived north of it could look on up the lake for quite a ways, but for more than a quarter of a mile down toward the park there couldn’t nobody see down that part of the street at all. Thepapers got to talk- ing about it, and some complaints was printed too. Old Man Wright he only sort of laughed. The papers made fun of the Wisners for building that fence—sort of treating the whole thing as a joke. About now the cam- paign for alderman got busier. Old Man Wright printed a full page in all the papers, with a picture of hisself, and saying that J. W. Wright was running for alderman in that ward. Right opposite his full- page ad was about six or eight inches, with a smaller picture of Old Man Wisner with it; and he said that Mr. David Abraham Wisner begged to submit his name as a candidate for the suffer- edges for alderman in that ward. I didn’t know what sufferedges was at first, but I knew what my boss was out after—it was votes, and he was liable I'll see them

to get ’em. From that time on the boss was busier than he | had been before. He got | better acquainted over on | the west side of our ward. | Sometimes he wouldn't | get back till midnight, but he always come home under his own steam. In his office I saw all sorts of people. He seemed to take to this alderman business natural. Anyways he was a hard man to buck in any kind gO Gown there and eat sometimes, and every time we done so he d ne to star around He couldn't kee p his eyes off | be j reckon he Was about forty year l Now one day he come up to our house he alter ! all dressed up, with a white flower in his coat and a hig hat on, and shiny shoes, and he ast for Old Man Wright and William showed him into the back parlor. I was set ting In our ranch room, so I could hear what went « l couldn't very well help it | heard what M Hendersot said; so I knew what brought him there a tre ed up “Mr. Wright,’ says he, “1 won't waste time I'm used to doing business in a direct way. So to-day I come dowr I come down— that is to say, I come to-day says he “Well, for a direct mar you're taking 1¢ time to sa what you want to say,” says Old Man Wright; “but maybe I can guess it if you can’t say it. It’s my gir come to talk about?” I didn’t hear him say anything, but I guess he must of nodded “You want to ask me didn’t you ask her?” “I thought it better to see if you would consider me ays Old Man Wright Why a suitor, sir,”’ says he. “It seemed a fairer thing “I don’t know as a parent ought to consider any mat that would ask him first,” says Old Man Wright thought ful; “but in some ways you're a good mat “My profession my business being an innkeeper isn’t exactly the highest form of business . “Hell! That’s got nothing to do with it,” says Old Man Wright. “I imagine my girl might marry most any kind of man if he was the right sort. But now let’s figure on this, Mr. Henderson,” says he, You're some older than she is.”’ “Yes,”’ says he; “old enough to know a splendid woman like Miss Wright when I see her. In my business I’ve seen plenty that ain’t.’ “That’s good,” says Old Man Wright. “I like to hear you say that. I don’t blame you for feeling the way you do. And I feel kind to you, too, sir. You're the first man that ever said a kind word to me and my “because I like you girl in this town. You'r almost the last, so far as that goes You're asg wo as us and we're as good as you, il it comes to that But now let’s figure a lit- tlefurther. The man that | marries my girl, marries her—there ain't a-going to be no divorce. There may be a funeral if there's trouble, but there ain't going to be no divorce for Bonnie Bell. It's death that’s going to part her and her husband. Yousee I got to be careful about her, don’t you? “Ves, and you ought to be. I never felt my years as a handicap “They ain't, in busi ness,” says Old Mar MW right. “But now lool a-here: As you live along together she'll be stil young when you re pre old Take ten or fiftes years off of you and ter or fifteen thousand coc tails, and I'd say ‘God bless you!’ But ti ‘ ar and the cocktails is there permanent. You're kin of soft around the stom ach, Mr. Henderson, I'n Sorry to “ay \ ‘ I yuu making amistake in want ing to marry n gu all, sir? I don’t reckon he wa happy; yet he wa gain Mr. Wright,” says he at last, “that’s why I coms to you first! I wa p i scious of them te n cocktails it’s nearer t million than ten thousand I reckon, in my busine It seemed t ») me fairer t talk to you first i'm not apt to forget her ver soon—I m not apt to Continued on Page 41

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Y PARTNER and I worked like beavers all winter on the new show. As before stated, it was only a six- car affair when we purchased it, but we rented four cars from the railroad, making ten in all. These had to be re- painted and, in a few instances, remodeled, for once a circus starts the season there is no time to stop on the road to do repair work which might have been done in winter quar- ters, and a circus car is on the road every day. Through assisting with the actual manual labor of painting and overhauling.I learned the A B C of the game o far as the mechanical movement was concerned. I found out, for instance, why cars were at times sold at seemed ridiculously low figures. It is usually so because the wheels are worn out and the trucks have seen Allied to that, the bed of the car must be strong enough to sustain the great weights imposed upon it, and be true and level. It is also well for the intending purchaser to know all the recent requirements of the railroads. To illustrate, one might purchase a Pullman that was apparently in good condition and looked like a bargain; but if he did not examine the platforms he would probably find out after he had made the purchase that a few years ago a universal rule was passed by the powers that all cars carried on pas- senger trains must have steel platforms, and he would find that before he could use the car an extra expenditure of at least five hundred dollars would be necessary. There was so much to be done, and we were so short- handed, that when I look back now I wonder that it was ever accomplished. Of course ours was only a small show, but we were going to move every day, and our railroad cars and other equipment had to be just right; therefore, we made motions like the biggest one of the bunch. Winter quarters round any circus is a busy place. Every wagon must be examined, and reénforced where it shows any signs of weakness. Some of them are built like battleships. lhe pole wagon, cook-tent wagon and the big cages must be so constructed that they will stand any kind of punish- ment in the movement, and in this connection the chief of the mechanical department of the circus, or as he is usually called the boss canvasman, is not infrequently a mechan- ical genius. A new tent must be ordered, because a top only lasts one season, and this alone involves considerable expenditure. The big top of the Barnum & Bailey, Ringling Brothers, Seils-Floto, or other shows, costs in the neighborhood of four thousand dollars. When the season is done it is sold as junk, bringing three or four hundred. After the top is pur- chased it must be treated with paraffin to make it water- tight, because if this is not done a wet day means that the patrons would take an involuntary shower bath. their best das s Partner Morse and His Winning Ways ne ING about the tail end of the winter the show had to be routed; that is tosay, we had to make up our minds in what direction we were going to travel. With my partner and myself this was a very serious consideration. The big shows with their established reputations cover almost the same country each season, or alternate East and West in successive seasons, and with fair weather and no untoward accidents they can be reasonably sure of a certain intake. But in our case we were young showmen with a name comparatively unknown to the public, and not only did the routing of the show entail a knowledge of the proposed territory and its possibili- ties, but it also behooved us to keep out of the way of larger attractions. In the circus business, as in everything else, the big fel- low comes along, knocking everything down that he can’t jump over, and the little fellow runs away from the noise After we had decided on our route, rail- road contracts had to be made. Morse undertook this important detail. Of course he had never made a railroad contract be- fore, but luckily for us no one connected with the railroads up to that time had thought out the interstate commerce scheme, and each road was free to make whatever terms Nowadays, of course, there is a settled rate which cannot be diverged from. But as the game was played in the earlier days, Morse was not long in making himself perfectly at home. The same hypnotic influence and the same brand of conversa- tion that sold lightning-rods worked over- time round railroad offices. Every general freight agent and nine-tenths of the pas- senger men knew Morse. He often used to it chose PHOTO. BY COURTESY OF BARNUM @ BAILEY Josephine Clarke “But,” continued the oracle, “if you walk into a bank whistlin’, with your hat on th’ back of your head, you're liable to mystify some guy so’s he'll take you down an’ show you how much real money they’ve got in th’ vaults down below.” Morse laughed and joked his way across the country, and in many cases the contracts for the movements of our show were ridiculously low. To each and every agent Morse confided that some day in the near future he would be owner of the biggest circus on the rails; and his argu- ments were so potent and he spoke with such sincerity that I imagine more than half of them believed it. One railroad official said to me afterward, when speaking of my partner: “Doggone that fellow! I signed up a contract with him which is liable to make the president of the road fire me, but he had such an infernal way with him that he broke down all my fences. Of course I didn’t believe half he told me, but I am free to confess I wanted to. And actor! Why, Travers, do you know that scamp actually cried when he started to tell me about his early trials and tribu- lations with the wagon show.” When all was ready fer a start Morse elected me to the job of contracting agent. This is an important office with say to me that nobody ever cashed a hard- luck story for real money O. 6Y COURTESY OF BanNUM 4 Baney The “‘Cook:House’'—the Only Tent Not Catied a “‘Tog"’ April 22, 1916 any show, as a good man can save his people many thou- sands of dollars during the season. My job was to go about a month ahead of the show, arrange for licenses, rent the lots on which we were to exhibit, purchase hay and provisions; in addition to this, I saw the local newspaper owners, found out what their advertising rates were, and any other inside information which would be valuable to the man who followed me. Then the local billposter had to be seen regarding the amount of paper he could put up for us, or at least what space he could rent us, and how much he charged a sheet Added to this, in some towns a bond has to be put up to ensure that the big wagons of the circus will not injure the streets; and then there may be a special ordinance charg- ing an extra license for side shows; or it may be that at certain seasons of the year, such as immediately before or after the Agricultural Exposition, circuses are not per- mitted to exhibit. The contracting agent must pick a lot with good street- car service not too far from the center of the town, see that the roads are passable and, if he has time, inspect the bridges or culverts over which the big wagons. have to pass. If the licenses are too high, which unfortunately is fre- quently the case, he must interview the local authorities in an effort to reduce them to something like an equitable figure. When not successful, he leaves the matter open till the adjuster comes along. If he is doubtful as to whether one lot can be made available or not he usually preémpts a second, paying a small deposit on each taking an option on them. in other words, The Old Style Advance Man of the Wagon Show A* the information so obtained by him is sent back to the managers of the advertising cars—the press agents, general agent and manager back with the show—so that as each arrives in his turn he knows whom to go to and just exactly what obstacles, if any, affect his department. Speaking in a general way, the contracting agent of a circus couldn’t tell you much about efficiency as it is writ- ten in the books. He has a new method for every town and no cast-iron rules are followed. He simply specializes on situations. A modern circus is, perhaps, regarded as the most wholesome of all amusement enterprises and from the business standpoint the very last word in masterful man agement. The old wagon show has passed out almost as completely as the cast-iron dog and the corrugated lady with the tin umbrella who used to keep watch and ward over smooth lawns where owners counted not the cost. Country roads are better, performers sleep regularly in Pullmans, and instead of the old ramshackle buggy affected by the early-day advance man the big circus of tc-day has three advertising cars to go ahead, and employs in this department nearly one hundred men as bil!posters, lithographers, route riders, car managers, distributors of heralds, opposition brigades and press agents. But the old advance man of the wagon show will always be a pleasant memory, when he came to town with his tall silk hat, underneath which flourished an elaborately bro- caded waistcoat, cut low enough to display a tremendous expanse of shirtfront, and in the center of that proof of the laundryman’s skill, a yellow diamond of magnificent proportions. Whenever this prima-facie evidence of prosperity was missing from its habitat, the bereft shirt bosom silently proclaimed to all the world that business had hit the toboggan. The agent wasa busy man and held down his job manfully; but a big circus of to-day spreads as much paper on the dead walls and billboards for a single engagement as he would have put up in a year. A story is told of an enterprising advance man who, after a desperate encounter with old John Barleycorn, raided a Chinese laundry, pasted printed notices of his attrac- tion on the blouses of the astonished Orientals, and paraded them in triump! down the main street of the town. In those days no license was paid except where towns were incorporated, and then only a fewdollars. The lots on which the tents were pitched cost but a trifle, and fre- quently tickets were exchanged for the priv- ilege. But things havechanged. One of the popular pastimes of the present day is for grave and reverend city fathers, when fram- ing the annual budget, to take a terrible fall out of the circus. In some localities the license fee is absolutely prohibitive;

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~ eS oe ene, THE SATURDAY EVENING POST so much so, indeed, that these towns have been blotted from the circus map. I remember on one occasion in partic- ular, when a city council in British Co- lumbia threatened to impose a license of a thousand dollars a day on all circuses, it was stated by one alderman that the visit- ing attraction would take at least twenty thousand dollars out of town. As against that assertion the representative of the circus offered to sell him the total intake for seven thousand dollars, only stipulating that he should pay for the lot and license. As everyone knows, crossing the line from the United States to Canada is an expen- sive proceeding. There was then, as I re- member it, a duty of fifteen cents a pound on circus paper, bonds to be put up to the government, inspections of the stock, and various other matters which more than doubled our daily overhead expense. Th was only one town worth playing in British Columbia, so after the performers had been paid, the railroads settled with, duties, special advertising, fees of one kind or another met—not to mention nearly a thousand dollars for the lot and license provisions purchased and money spent personally by employees, it will be seen that most of the profits were stowed away where Uncle Sam did not benefit by them to any appreciable extent. Right here I should like to say that the profits of the circus have been greatly exaggerated. The old argument is that circuses should be taxed because they take so much money out of town, and frequently when our tent has been full visitors have remarked that we must have seated twenty-five thousand people. I think the biggest tent on the road, which is that of the Ringling Brothers, holds a fraction over twelve thousand people, and they have to be very judiciously packed in. Perhaps I may be permitted here to sever the thread of my narrative long enough to explain the different expres sions used in the circus world, through which medium the people of the tents express their thoughts. For instance, a performer of any kind is called a “‘kinker,”’ except a clown, who is a “joey’’; an elephant is a “ bull”’; and a free pass is a “‘broad.”” This expression of late years has been embel- lished by some of the younger fry coming up. They call passes ““Annie Oakleys.”” The proprietor of the circus is r e called the “governor” or sometimes the “main guy,” an expression possibly taken from the ropes staying up the big top itself. The man who on the arrival of the circus in town goes up, interviews the chief of police, pays the license and distributes tickets among the City Fathers and others in authority, is now called the “legal adjuster.”” In the old days we used to call him the “‘mender” or “fixer.” The Details of a Fixer’s Job \ HENEVER anaccident happens, as it not infrequently does, the legal adjuster is first man on hand to lend aid to the injured one, tosee that the proper medical attendance is forthcoming and, if the victim happens to be a member of the organization, arrange with the local hospital author- ities to take care of him until he is convalescent and is able to join the show again. In this respect, and without exception, the circus always takes care of its people. There is no obligation whatsoever to do so from a legal standpoint, because when one signs a circus contract he renounces all claims for damages by reason of any accident, whether occasioned during a performance, while traveling by rail, or in any other manner while the season is in progress. Seats Ready to be Set Such a condition is absolutely necessary, because cor nection with a circus in any capacity is naturally a hazard ous occupation. The clause is not inserted because circus owners are minded to take away the ordinary redress which any employee might have, but simply because every one understands and re regarded as part and parcel of the profession. In a word ves the risks that are taken and they recegnize that it is legitimately connected with and part of the job. But notwithstanding this, no institutior provides better for its people when in distress of at kind than does the circus, and legal obligations are invariably waived should any such exist With the outsider the case is different. Here the adjuster has his work cut out for him, because so many people aré only too willing to take advantage of the smallest happen ing that will give them cause for action and the excuse to file an attachment on the circus before it moves to the next town. Nowadays all the circuses have arrangements wit! certain of the big bonding companies who, whenever action is brought, furnish the bonds and the circus pr ceeds on its way. The trial of the case is usually postponed until the following winter, when the lawyer employed by the circus and his witnesses go back to the town and try the case. Suits are brought on the most trivial pretense, more times than not without the slightest moral claim as a basis. One incident I call to mind was a case in which a small boy persisted in climbing up on one of the baggage wagons. He was warned several times to keep off it, but persisted, and finally perched himself on the driver's seat A companion who was with him pushed him off and he fel to the ground, breaking his arm. Before we got out of town that night a little hook-nosed lawyer appeared with a sheriff’s officer and attached the show for five thousand dollars’ damages. Of course we gave bond and proceeded on our way, but in the winter we had to go back to that town and, although we won the suit, it really cost us more than five hundred dollars to defend it If you think the life of a circus man in this respect is a bed of roses take a trip with the big show through the Mississippi and Texas regions, and you will have some expert testimony by the time you get out Of course the adjuster’s job is to smooth out the wrinkl and leave everybody happy. A first-class adjuster must re in the world anyone could get a » that they w ature and have kee t ‘ t ar 1 eve ther ire ‘ \ ¢ NaS Arranged ¢ u gt ‘ la 1 a ‘ Arne vn the x ‘ nions of the law wait yw i attachment But passing on to ‘ lem” is a fight or d itat There are very few { these owadays, and in that connect he ery of “Hey, Rube!” seld é eard; but in the early days these t ‘ were regarded as part and parce ia appening A “‘yap” ora mp a it all outsiders come under t head of towners.”"" When we say that a mat i‘ towner t equivalent to sa Ny e doesn't belong. Outsiders call t ts ra yns which are massed I i matr ent il | the le We i em ¢ kid ‘ | r s tne Dig top Every tent is a “tor xcept that in wt h the pertorme ha r mea rr} alled ‘ USE ihe main entrance to ‘ if the e between the menageri¢ : Lied ‘ mnection of the wag ve mean the t t gor | the accounts are kept and the pa ng made, includings of performers and em , is pays every week during the season, and belore has played at least th y week The Pay of Clowns and Acrobats ud a circu performer or emp! ee is eX j trave ng expenses, the care i the! or the same. The cost of feeding one person cents a day ometimes more ertal! he meat, groceries, and so fort! are ale, except in isolated instance and are very best quality that can be tal I than he will be offered in the cook tent of the | ospitalit es which circus people are to extend to friends or v tor he salaries paid, perhaps | should say some int, because people I meet in eve day life irious to know Let me start with the ari reus, the riders I'he y usu booked at a lump sum A star like Ma toria Davenport, Rosa Rosalind, Estelle Hol neys, would get perhaps three hundred do sometimes more and sometimes less, but in the would be about it. Clowns are paid a nd ng from twenty dollars to one hundred between an ordinary clown and a star i ced one is what we call a producing clown supposed to bring some new stunts each season a ll have the desired effect that would have acrobats depends altogether on the t y also are usually hired in families, for it an acrobat works sir gly either aérial or ies like the Siegrists, Nelsons and Corl verage perhaps a hundred d ars lor ea Thrillers, such as leaps for life, dips of death, ar tling act that has not been seen before an Continued on Page 33

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26 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE SATURDAY EVENING POST #46. U. 8. 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 Caneda— By Subscription $1.75 the Year. Single Copies, Five Cents. Foreign Subscriptions tions, $4.25. For Countries in the Postal Union. Single Subscrip- Remittances to be Made by International Postal Money Order PHILADELPHIA, APRIL 22, 1916 Insurance Competition ATES for fire insurance are almost universally fixed by common agreement among all the important com- panies. That is the way they ought to be fixed. If the cormpanies were competing as to rates it would be the duty of an intelligent commonwealth, with the interests of the insured at heart, to pass a law requiring them to get to- gether and fix common rates, binding upon all of them—for substantially the same reasons that railroad rates ought to be fixed by common agreement; and competition in them ought to be prohibited. Virtually competition in railroad rates is prohibited now by the law forbidding rebates—for rebates were simply competition as applied to freight charges. The first interest of the insured is not in the premium he pays, but in the value of the insurance. We recall one adventurous company—typical of a million others, more or less—that proposed to do some- thing radical in the insurance line. It cut rates everywhere and did a lot of business. A great many people got cheap insurance—apparently. Then losses began to pile in. The company went into bankruptcy. Its policyholders found that, instead of getting cheap insurance, they had paid good money for neatly engraved sheets of worthless paper. Several states have attempted to undermine insurance by forbidding the companies to make joint rates. South Carolina is the latest example. Instead of ruinously com- peting as to rates, many companies have simply withdrawn from the state. They owe it to their policyholders else- where to withdraw from any state where they cannot do business on a sound basis. Codperative fire insurance is perfectly feasible; in fact, it is practiced to a considerable extent, especially in farm- ing communities. A community that thinks its insurance rates are too high should turn to that, and not to a mistaken attempt to enforce competition in rate making. Taxation Theory and Practice JE DO not care so much as we used to about discus- sion of political theory, because any theory is rela- tively so unimportant. theories, as formally expressed in its constitution, are sub- stantially the same as ours. Her practice is considerably different. This applies also to taxation. Recent decisions by the Supreme Court have made a broad, firm way for the graduated income tax, and pre- sumably for a graduated inheritance tax; and Congress is very likely to adopt a graduated Federal inheritance tax, with stiff rates for !arge fortunes. In the hands of a demagogic, extravagant and incompe- tent government a graduated inheritance tax would be as open to objection as a loaded shotgun in the hands of an inebriate. The temptation to pillage large accumulations for waste and for pork-barrel, soup-kitchen and vote- getting schemes is obvious. That would be worse than any use of a big fortune an individual heir could make, for it would involve a wider corruption. Big fortunes, it should be remembered, are almost always usefully employed-—that is, they are employed in the pro- duction and distribution of useful things. The Rockefeller For example, Mexico's political , pile goes into pipe lines, refineries, ships, railroad cars, and so on, which we all need. Throwing it into schemes for converting Mud Turtle Creek into a ship canal and erect- ing monumental post-office buildings in Shady Elm would be a loss. As a prelude to discussion of a graduated inheritance tax, we should like to know whether Congress is going to adopt an intelligent budget system; whether it will accept the spirit of the Frear Bill to stop pork-barrel river-and- harbor improvements. A great deal depends on that, or on what that implies. Paper Soldiers HE principal fact about preparedness is that, under the deliberate processes of a peace footing, it will take five years to make any such change in our degree of prepared- ness as would count in case of war with a first-class Power. Congress votes battleships and army reserves; but bring- ing them into effectual being is a matter of years. Whether Congress adopted the Senate army bill or the House bill was never a matter of great importance. Merely adopting either measure was important only in its effect on next year’s taxes and by changing the numerals in Chairman Hay’s phantom host of a million two hundred thousand paper soldiers. Whatever this Congress does about preparedness— unless we have the monstrous ill luck of getting into a real war—will not appreciably change the facts of preparedness during its lifetime. The taxes it votes will be real. The soldiers and armaments will be mostly paper. The facts of preparedness will change, to a degree that really counts for battle, only somewhere round 1920. From a military point of view, the question is not how many divisions, how much of a reserve, how many sub- marines and battle cruisers, this Congress votes. It is rather how much of the final product is going to be iron and how much paper. Not long ago the commander of the Atlantic fleet reported that his vessels needed several thousand additional men. Obviously voting warships and manning them with wood pulp is not real preparedness. Voting subsidies to half- drilled, half-equipped, half-officered state militia makes a difference in taxes, but it would not make any difference worth mentioning in fight. A number of patriotic societies have taken deep interest in Congress’ deliberations on the army and navy bills. They should extend their activities over the coming years, which will determine how much of the authorized prepara- tion is going to turn out solid and how much fake. The Local Newspaper HERE is news in the paper this afternoon about a great battle in Europe. There is news about a diplomatic controversy between the United States and Germany. There is news about an acute difficulty at Washington. But none of those things gets the chief place. The chief place is given to the vote on a bond issue for the county boulevard. Most of the four or five thousand persons who read the newspaper are more interested in the county boulevard than they are in the other happenings. There is nothing dubitable about that. It will be an actual highway of veritable brick, over which they can really ride; for which they will pay in tangible coin out of their own pocket- books. It is something as immediate and intimate as the clothes on their backs or the roast pork on the table. The other things are remote, problematical. Naturally they are most interested in the certain and definitely apprehensible thing. It is like giving a hungry man his choice between a ham sandwich and a treatise on diet. Naturally his immediate interest turns to the sandwich. Having disposed of that he does not care so much about the general subject of diet. People who deal with general subjects should turn often to the local newspapers—to keep themselves modestly reminded that on about three hundred and sixty days out of the year they come in with the nuts and raisins. Their problematical goods are taken as a last course. Government and Private Ships HE country wants a merchant marine and is told there are two ways of getting it: one is by Government-owned ships; the other is by a Government subsidy to private shipowners. Now if a subsidy is the only alternative to Government ships, the difference between the two is mostly just a matter of theory. That proposition implies that American ships cannot be operated in competition with foreign vessels and make a fair return upon the investment. So Government ships would not make a fair return upon the capital invested in them, and the difference would come out of the Treasury to meet the deficit, instead of coming out of the Treasury as a subsidy to private ship- owners. True, the Government can borrow capital at a lower rate of interest than private shipowners would have to pay; but that does not affect the main fact that in either case April 22, 1916 American capital would be invested in a field that yielded a poor return or no return. ls a subsidy the only alternative to government owner- ship? Will shipping yield a poor return or none to Amer- ican capital, when it yields a very good return to foreign capital? And if so, why? That is the question to which, we think, the country wants a better answer than it has yet received. Why must American ships be operated at a loss or at no profit, when the foreign ships with which they compete make a fair profit without a subsidy? Shipowners and eminent spokesmen for private capital say it is because the Government will not let American ships compete on equal terms with foreign vessels. Friends and foes of the Shipping Bill agree on one point namely, that a fifty-million-dollar merchant marine should be only a beginning. For that sum we can get a merchant marine that would be tremendously valuable as an auxiliary to the navy in war; but in peace it would cut only a smal! figure in our carrying trade. Living up to our maritime opportunities involves an investment of several times fifty million dollars. A chief argument for the bill is that priyate capital, now too timid to venture into ocean carrying, will follow the Government’s lead. But private capital says what it is mostly afraid of now is the Government itself. In that case the Government’s presence in the field as a shipowner would keep it out instead of inducing it to go in. Certainly nobody wants to compete with the Govern- ment. Government ships may be leased to private oper- ators and run on strictly commercial lines; but it is still a question whether their presence in the field would not deter instead of encourage private capital so we should get only as much of a merchant marine as the Government itself built and owned. In various ways the Government has been hostile to business. Its spirit has been inimical and oppressive Business is suspicious of it. We think it very doubtful that Government ships would encourage private ships. Prob- ably their effect would be the opposite. Is Government ships or subsidy the only answer? Building in Washington NE constant concern of the Federal Government should be to make Washington express to the eye what the capital of the United States ought to express. It is a concern, but not quite so constant a one as it should be. That project for a power house near the Monument is a scandalous instance of lapse. In other ways the Government helps to disfigure the capital. It is never able to house its Departments ade- quately. They are continually spilling over into rented quarters; so there is a steady industry in the way of supplying the Government with office space. This encour- ages the construction of buildings that have no architec- tural merit and are often positively ugly. Many a mean, shabby building is kept in being by Uncle Sam’s rent check. Nobody in authority, so far as we know, has ever suggested a comprehensive, adequate plan for housing the Govern- ment—such as nearly all big private enterprises sooner or later adopt. Of course there is no economy in the hand-to-mouth, patchwork scheme; for what the Government pays in rent would pay interest and depreciation on the build- ing. The present state of affairs results from the Govern- ment’s general unwillingness to look farther ahead than this year’s Appropriation Bill. Trade Channels IFTY-TWO per cent of all the exports and imports of the United States last year passed through the port of New York. This spring the freight congestion there was frightful. Not only were terminals and immediate approaches choked with goods but far back from the sea- board long sidings were full of laden cars waiting to be forwarded. Hundreds of thousands of tons must have been held up, awaiting a chance to get on shipboard. Yet shippers kept right on billing their goods to New York until the railroads refused to accept further consignments in certain classes. New York, being the big port, gets the most ships. It is a great import point; and the shipowner, having unloaded there on the in-voyage, would rather load there for the out-voyage. It is the country’s money center, with the greatest facilities for financing shipments and handling exchange. Many big importing and exporting houses have established headquarters or branches there; so their own representatives are on the spot to oversee shipments at that point. New York is best known to European exporters. In short, a hundred long-established trade influences have worn a channel to New York like the Cafion of the Colo- rado. The more business it does, the more reasons there are why it should do still more business. It may get choked up occasionally, but the torrent of goods still rolls there.

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TIO eo t ' : : | 4 : : | i THE SATURDAY EVENING POST WILLIAM GREEN WRITES ON EAR AUNT: It is severe] months since I -_ rote you but I have been very bussy in school and am getting along very fast. I have been wurk- ing hard in all my studdies and the teacher says she would hardley know me from my spelling any more. I thought I would rite to you to see if you would know me from my spelling, witch is changing very fast. It was always easy for me but it is easier than ever now since I am wurking so hard. Henry Begg and me are both growing very fast and we are no sooner in one pair of pants than we are out of them into anuther witch seems to be a boys way. Henry is wearing twelve year old pants for ten years witch is pretty good dont you think so? I used to wear eight year old pants for seven years but now I am wearing eleven year old pants for nine years witch is better. At the way we are going Henry and me will both have to wear mens’ pants for fifteen or sixteen years because there is no telling. But it is better to have to wear mens’ pants for sixteen years than to have to wear boys’ pants for eighteen or nineteen years so Henry and me are satisfied Henrys muther has to open his seams and let him out every few weeks and my muther the same even when we are wearing two years too old pants witch shows how we are growing the last few munths. Henry and me thought we would rite and tell you about his dog Tige witch was sudenly killed last week by being run over by an ottomobile wile barking too clost under the frunt weels. We thought you would be interusted even though you never met Tige witch was part sheppard and part Noofoundlend and part of severel else and Henry had him a long time. He was a grate frend of all the boys in our naberhood and Henry asked them all to come over to his house and have a fine funerel. The procession was formed at the barn dore back of Henrys house and was very sollem and bewtiful. The funerel was to be at fore oclock and the boys came a By J. W. Foley Tige for the last time. All of themstood outside of the barr dore sort of quiet and wating for Henry to come out witct he did with red eyes but very brave and cumposed The funerel procession was put in order by Billy Gibbs who Henry apointed Grand Marshall of the Processior It was as follows: Tommy Murphy playing a sad are on the mouthorgen Jimmy Banks beeting the dead march on his drum witch was muffleld with a woolen stocking Henry Brown carrying a banner made out of a flou on the end of a broomstick with Our Frend Tige in red paint. Henrys frends marching two by two and keeping step to the drum and the mouthorgen. Joey Brannon carrying Tiges coller with a black bonott sac yn it. Billy Brady carrying a big reeth of wild flowers witcl Henrys gurl frends sent over just before the funerel Bobby Johnson, Henrys best frend next to me, weele: Tige in the weel barrow witch was all lined with wite cloth and some evergreens rapped around the weel and the handuls and three boys marching on each side of the weel barrow. Henry and me walking behind the weel barrow with me a hold of Henrys arm All of the boys had their hats off and Billy Gibbs marched at the side of the procession up in frunt and kept the boys in line so the procession would not get mixt up The line of march was from the barn dore strate to the back kitchen dore of Henrys house then to the left out of the gait into the rode then to the rite down the rode to the frunt sidewalk then along the frunt sidewalk down the E PASSING SHOW #2: then down the a t the orchered and through the orchered to the biggest apple tree where the boys had dug the grave A grate many people watched us out of the window i some on the edge of the sidewalk and said afterwurds it was the finest funerel any dog ever had and all the boys thought how it would please Tige if he knew The six boys marching by the side of the weel barrow stretched an old blanket acrost the grave and two n laid Tige on the blanket witch was the same one he alway used to sleep on in the shed. All of the boys stood around with their hats off and Tommy Murphy played We Shall Meat But We Shall Miss Him on the mouthorgen wile the boys let Tige slowly down into the grave Henry picked out the tune to play and Tommy pra ticed all morning so he could play it purfect lenry said he liked We Shall Meat But We Shall Miss Him the best of all the g mul hims he could think of and it seemed to be the best one he could have pi ked out After the boys around him Henry and me and all of the uther boys but two let Tige down and rapped the blanket formed the procession again and marched back to the barn with the mornfle emty weel barrow The two boys that staid cuvered Tige with the dirt that was laying by the grave and said ashes to ashes dust to dust according t } f Henrys wishes and then laid the reeth of wild flowers on top of the grave After we got back to the barn and put the weel barrow n Billy Gibbs told the boys to brake ranks. Two boy marched to the shed where Tige used to sleep and hung ip his coller with the black bonott on it on a nale where it will always stay no matter how many more dogs Henry t have because he said he could never f reget Tig o It was so mornfle after it was all over nobody know what mite have happend but just then Henrys muther came out on the back porch ll of donuts with a big pan full little before to be all reddy on time. All of the boys were mornfle and you could not see a smile anywheres. Everybody was very frendly to Henry and shook hands with him and said maybe it was all for the best and Henry let them all come in the barn and look at Tige where he was laying on some clean straw in the stall. He was very peaceful and looked quite nacherel. He was laying on his side as if he was asleep and you would not know the ottomobile hit him except for being dead. His tale was laid out strate behind him asif it was almost reddy to wag but it never would. Henry said dont he look nice with a lump in his throte and all of the boys coughed a little and rubbed their eyes so Henry would not see the teers in them because they did not want Henry to brake down. Henry said it hardly seemed possibul that yester- day he was chasing cats and bringing home things and leaving them in the back yard and today he was all over for this wurld. Then he patted him on the head and rubbed his ear very soft and gentle and all of the boys patted him and rubbed his ear a little one by one witha grate menny teers running down their cheeks and drop- ping in the clean straw. It was a fine tribbewt to Tige don’t you think so? Afterwile allthe boys went out and left Henry alone with him for a few minutes so he could say goodby to and a wash pitcher full of cider, as if it was the las thing she could do for Tige and all his frends At first the boys did not feel as though they would ever want to eat again and Henry said a donut would choak him but he mite be able to drink a lit tle cider but just to keep us cumpany because he did not expect us to feel as bad aa he did. So we all sat down on the porch wile our appetite slowly came back aithough at first it was a grate strane onustoeat. But by washing the donuts down with cider we manneged to swallow them until our greef was a little easier and Henry man neged to eat fore donuts be cause the be begged hin to t u int I eping rong so he ( bare he pane Her muther i se t v¥ much all the be wert sufering and shel ight out everal pan i a t ind three orfore pitche { le before ne tt ig “Vu ife to leave u bone hi atninewomat emus be a grate cuml Henr now that Tige i ‘ | was a inderful sit her she brought out the d ar cider with a bewtif i Sr t at a { r ye a } Henrys frend After the boys had fore or five donut apeace and fore orfive glasse ot cider most | ther ere ready to go home for supper after shal ng hand wit Henry again and thanking his muther for beir ich ‘ fort to u in , Henry thinks he may bx

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~~ x ke xt Ke os ae EE 3 po KX KX. y (9 bie xe e) CI BRE SF Fy THE SATURDAY I) pid Lary, the nation’s tongue Is it not one of the genuine “‘ wonders” that the exquisite dainti- ness and freshness of Whitman’s are yours to command the whole country over? Whitman’s has won a whole nation’s praise because wherever you buy it, it is always— Whitman’s! The Sampler is an “epitome” of Whitman’s delights—a feast for eye and tongue. It is just such a package as Whitman’s reputa- tion is made of. At the best drug store in your vicinity (or from us for one dollar). The contents of this (and other Whitman's packages) are listed on the bottom of the box to guide you in your selection. The Sampler Package contains: Bitter Sweet Chocolates, Honey White Nougat, Chocolate Covered Marsh maliows, Assorted Chocolates, Chocolate Covered Almonds, Jordan Almonds, Roasted Almonds, Milk Chocolates and Chocolate Covered Liquid Cherries You will be interested in a booklet ‘‘Whitman’s for Every Occasion” which you can get at Whitman stores or from us. Stephen F. Whitman & Son, Inc., Philadelphia, U.S. A. Makers of Whitman's Instantaneous Chocolate, Cocoa and Marshmallow Whip “Y “TIRE INSURANCE ao | HEY mean Tire Insur- mae ance—because they return y full value in service for every penny of their cost. These HARTFORD TIRES are so well made, so conscien- tiously built that they are con- stantly giving extra service, extra mileage to thousands of pleased users. Insure your tire satisfaction — let 4 your next tire be a HARTFORD. Hartford Rubber Works Company 1790 Broadway, New York —_ By INSURANCE PAVAR ad, hy i OAM OID) Gay) € : LefepepepePe tee Pepe eledede pel ep eded. 2) (OLODIL, 7) WO) (Be “~*e 4 >O~ OS) GS) (a CON TO OOD) ee ye AS “XG EVENING POST some of the nabors as they sometimes have one to spare but he never expects to have anuther onelike Tige. I staid tosupper with Henry after the funerel. Henry’s muther had chicken pie and I did not want to leave Henry alone so soon after the funerel. Henry thought he mite have to stay out of school for a cupple days until he gets over it and wundered if I would stay out with him and keep him from being too lonesome but his muther thought after a nights sleep he would be able to go toschocl all rite tomorrow morning and so I guess we will. Maybe next Satterday we will go to a show or something in the afternoon if we can get the money to take Henrys mind off of Tige. What do you think about it? A nice letter from you to Henry and me mite do Henry a grate deal of good. Your affectionate Nephew, WILLIAM GREEN. P. S. A prompt answer would reach us | Friday and I could supprize Henry Satter- day morning. What do you think about it? W. G. My dear Aunt: I thought I would rite and let you know Henry and me reseaved your nice letter full of much simpathy and a dollar bill witch made it possibul for me to take Henry to the show Satterday. Henry was much supprized when I told him because he did not know you knew Tige at all and he wundered how the news of him spread so far. I did not think it was necessary to tell him I rote you about it because I am hoping to keep Tige off of his mind and so I let him think it was like lite- nen out of a clear sky as they sometimes are. Henry did not know if it was rite to go to the show so soon after Tige’s funerel but after a little orgument he said it would probily do no good to stay away because it would not bring Tige back and anyway Tige would want him to go if he was here. It was a very good show and Henry and me got in for ten sense apeace with atey sense left over witch is quite ecconomicle dont you think so? Henry and me had some peanuts and soda water once before and once after the show witch is now sixty sense left over. I told Henry we would divide the money left over even and I would keep his share so we would be sure to spend it together. Henry said it was very generous to offer to divide it that way and thank you for his share witch will probily be spent first so he will not wurry about getting it. The show was the Boy Scouts Venjunce and was all about life on the Grate Planes and Indians in threereals and was the most Henry and me ever got for ten sense lasting from half past two till five oclock all the time on the edge of your seet from exsite- ment. It was just the kind of a show to make him forget about Tige and you would be very happey if you could see Henry on the edge of his seet for two hours and a half. | You would not beleave what you can do for ten sense unless you could see Henry watching the pictures. It was a wunderful site when he began to forget Tige and I was offle glad I rote you when I watched Henry. Two boys in a show with their tickets bought and sitting in two seets with sixty sense between them would make any boys aunt glad if she could | see them. It was very dark at first and the Boy Scout and his parents and his little sister were sitting around the campfire frying | bacon and having a fine time on the Grate Planes. The Boy Scout was about the 3‘ sighs of Henry and me with long golden hare hanging down his back and a bowey | knife in his belt probily for killing bares and scalping Indians. Henry said he was ey Buffelo Bill when he was a small boy from a picture taken a grate many years ago. Back of the campfire was a big cuvered wagon witch they were using to ride in over | the Grate Planes and we could see the horses grazing away off in the corner of the picture almost out of site. They were al- most left out of the picture and would be if they walked a little farther grazing but Henry and me saw them before they did. Then Henry and me saw the Indians riding down out of the mountains very still wile the bacon was frying and hardley a sine of danger anywheres All at once the Boy Scout looked up and abbed his bowey knife but it was toc late ss a hundered Indians were riding around the cuvered wagon and the campfire hanging April 22, 1916 over the side of the horses and shooting the Boy Scouts parents who fell dead from a hundered wounds. Pretty soon we could see the cuvered wagon burning and the Boy Scouts parents laying dead in the flames showing very plane where their scalps came off and the Indians were riding back to the mountains with the Boy Scout and his little sister carried off on horse back. Henry and me watched the wagon until it all burned up witch was a terrible site and Henry said he would like to save the Boy Scouts parents from burning up but it was all over so quick there was hardley any time. The next seen was the Boy Scout at nite rubbing the rawhide on his rist over the bowey knife until it was cut in two and then he cut the rawhide on his feet and we could see him standing up in the Indian camp in the middle of the nite. Beside of him was an Indian laying asleep to watch him. Henry and me saw the Boy Scout lean over and stab him in the hart with the bowey knife and he dide without saying a word or making a sound. It was very exsiting. Henry almost swallowed his gum and I let go of the sixty sense change in my pocket until we were sure the Indiar, was dead. Then the Boy Scout took the Indian cheefs wite horse and galluped away wav- ing the bloody bowey knife in the are with the blood dripping down. Henry and me cheered out loud and then Henry stopped quick for fear of waking the rest of the Indians. The next seen was twenty years after. The Boy Scouts sister was a bewtiful girl about sixteen or seventeen years old and would have to marry the old cheefs son that day or be offered as a sackrifice by pushing her off the rocks into the Boiling Spring. She seemed to be quite wurried that day and Henry and me felt offle sorry for her. All around the Boiling Spring Henry and me could see hundereds of snakes so if she would miss the Boiling Spring she would be out of the frying pan into the fire anyway. Henry was so excited wundering if she would marry the old cheefs son he slipt off of the edge of his seet onto the flore and mist the first of the next seen witch was the best of all. The Boy Scout was coming down out of the mountains waving his bowey knife and behind him were a hundered cowboys wav- ing their hats and yelling but we could onley see them yelling because they were so far away. The Boy Scout was now a young man with long hare but Henry and me knew he was the same boy. The Boy Scouts sister was standing on top of the grate rock wating to be pushed into the Boiling Spring with her hands together praying because she would not marry the old cheefs son. Henry was standing on his seet by this time and I was jumping up and down in mine trying to keep cool but it was very exsiting for both of us. A man back of Henry told him to sit down and then the man stood up after wile so he could see better. The woman back of me was kicking my seet with both feet and telling me to stop jumping up and down. It was ten sense wurth for everybody. One of the cowboys threw his rope and pulled the Boy Scouts sister off of the rock and she fell fainting in his arms. Six of the Indians were pushed into the Boiling Spring where we could see them slowly boil- ing to death with the snakes wating outside if they should craw! out on the bank. The Boy Scout killed the old cheef and his son with his own hand wile all the uther Indians were shot and laying dead on the ground. All the squaws and little Indians were saved and probily taken back to the reseervation but Henry and me are not sure. The Boy Scouts sister came to from fainting and fell in love with the cowboy and everything was brite and happey after many years. It was too bad about the Boy Scouts parents Henry said, but it was twenty years ago and everybody is pretty well over it now Henry thought. He said any boy could bare to lose a dog if he had an aunt like you left. He thinks a cupple more shows like the one Satterday will make him feel like new again witch will be forty sense and we will still have twenty sense left over for a raney day. Your affectionate Nephew, WILLIAM GREEN. P.S. There was more of the Boy Scouts Venjunce but the mane points are here. W. G. Si TOT — rt ead a SP ts aE PITT AD

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HERE are books—and very interesting ones—which are no more than collec- tions of odds and ends of sporting hints; tips, wrinkles, suggestions, curious bits of wisdom learned in actual experience in the open. If the many inventions of sportsmen could be put into one book it must needs be a very large one. The sporting-goods cata- logues are partial records of progress in sporting appliances, but thousands of other curious and interesting inventions never get into print. Indeed, there is scarcely a sportsman out-of-doors for a week who does not find something new to his own experience or who does not invent some- thing new to the experience of others. Something of these thoughts came to mind not long ago in the course of a modest little quail hunt in no wilder country than that of lower Illinois, where three of us fancied we should like to drift down the Okaw River. Really there is nosuch stream as the Okaw and the correct name for it is the Kaskaskia River. Its wide bottoms once made one of the best game fields in the Mississippi Valley. Not only is this his- toric stream the crookedest known to man but it is alse the one fullest of snags. Ata low stage of water, such as we found, one advances in continual danger of capsizing, for the water is just stained enough to hide the lurking logs and rotten stumps. A proper Okaw River boat, scow-built, double-ended, should draw from four to six inches of water. Ours, loaded as it was, drew about twelve. Averaging not much over twenty miles a day, for a journey we supposed to be about seventy-five miles, we traveled a hundred and eighty-five miles before we left the river and took to wagons—and then were thirty-five miles from our point of destination! The river itself lies in a deep-cut trough, rambling here and there, quite out of sight, now on this side, now on that, of the rich alluvial bottoms. A whole flotilla of boats might pass through the country unseen; and in the hidden river channel one might fancy himself to be as much in a wilderness as though the locality were Africa, not Illinois. Naturally a party here must live in camp; and naturally in a camping trip of this sort, with continual change of scene, the resources of a scantily equipped party would be taxed. Yet we were very com- fortable. Which brings us to the main proposition that the more you travel in the open, the more you find out. For instance, there was our sheet-iron stove, a new sort and of our own device. It was made with a top, two sides and a rear end—the latter with a thimble to re- ceive two or three lengths of stovepipe. There was no bottom and no front end to the stove, which was made of sheet iron, eighteen inches wide and twenty-four inches deep. We found we could erect this stove just in front of the tent door and, even in a heavy rain, ourselves remain dry while we went on with our cooking. The stove, moreover, was a fierce little heater and, as compared with an open camp fire, withal a great economizer of fuel. As it could be kept close to the door of the tent it kept the interior of the tent dry and warm when we so desired. The Wire Ridge Rope We plan making a better stove for next fall —one capable of being knocked down fastened with nuts and bolts. We think the dimensions of this stove will be eighteen inches wide at the back end, thirty-six inches in front, and from twenty-four to thirty inches in depth. This new stove with flaring front should be a very able heating agency in cold weather, and should reflect heat better than a straight box, such as we used this year. A heating device of this sort is not necessary in any but very cold weather. Our trip was in November and we needed fire of some sort while we were in camp. We found that not only did this sheet- iron arrangement save fuel for us but it offered far greater safety, as it kept sparks from falling in the hay or dry leaves of which we made our beds. We made no at- tempt to keep the stove inside the tent. There are numbers of sheet-iron heaters made for that purpose, but they require a

THE SATURDAY IF?-DOORS the Field lot of stoking and do not offer the advan- tages of an open fire, as our stove did. We rather prided ourselves that we had made quite a discovery in camp comfort. Another tip we learned on this trip, which, to my mind, is far more useful than our sheet-iron stove, was the wire ridge rope—perhaps not new to others, but new to us. This was discovered in part by acci- dent. One of our party was run off a farm by an irate granger and in retaliation stole a little coil of soft galvanized wire he found lying in a fence corner. 1 hasten to add that locally it is considered ethical—not to say etiquette—in the Okaw bottoms to steal boats, oars, paddles, or anything else whic h may be found detachable. To leave silver for ‘anything so taken, as we did, is thought merely finicky. ‘Well,” said our companion as he came into the boat, “this was the best I could do—just a little bit of wire.” But the little bit of wire had an idea attached. Of course, we had not taken along any tent poles; and, of course, tent poles are very awkward to cut in the case of a big wall tent such as ours. We were using a rope ridge, and anyone knows how a rope ridge will shrink or stretch in accordance with the moisture and the temperature sur- rounding it. Getting Guy Wire Out of the Way That night one of the boys calmly pro- ceeded to thread this galvanized wire through the upper works of the tent instead of using the rope. It worked beautifully, because it was capable of being stretched tight; and when once stretched it stayed tight. Never again a rope ridge, gentle- men, I beseech ye! Wire is the thing from now on. It is more portable, far stronger and more efficient. It is not unlikely that other outdoor folk have fallen on this same invention, which, nevertheless, was new and very delectable to us. This wire ridge support led us to quite another discovery, which, it seems to me, is of even more importance. Of course, in cold weather a camper wants an open fire of some sort close to the front of his tent This is wanted just about where the front pole stands, or where the guy rope slants down from its supporting crotch to the peg that holds it tight; if you have a fire, either the front tent pole or the front guy rope is sure to be in the way. How, then, to solve that problem comfortably? We solved it first in a camp where we were among close-standing trees. We tied a long pole horizontally, between two trees, and wired the front part of the tent to this, the back end of the ridge rope being fas- tened to another tree. This, of course, left us with a clear and unobstructed view in front of the tent. It is not always possible, however, to use this device, because fre quently one camps on a flat where there aré no trees, One very cold evening, just after we had found the utility of our wire ridge pole, one of the boys proceeded to solve this problem again, offhand and yet in very definite and conclusive fashion. We were at this time encamped on a flat meadow where there were no trees. Back of us was a wire fence and in front of us nothing at all. We fastened one end of the ridge rope to the top strand of wire and ran a tall crotch under it to give the necessary height to the rear of the tent. We got us two tall crotches to prop up the front end of the ridge rope in the same way. But—and here is the invention— we did not drop this wire down at an angle and fasten it to a guy peg right where the fire ought to be. On the contrary, we carried the wire rope on out into the meadow, at an elevation of seven or eight feet, to an extent of twenty feet or so, and there put under it another tall crotch, beyond which stood the guy peg, which held all taut. Thus, between these two front crotches, we had an open-air continuation of our wire ridge rope at such a distance above the fire that it could not by any possibility be burned through. Underneath this con- tinued ridge we had all kinds of room for the fire and no pegs or ropes to stumble over. This notion also may have occurred to other campers, but it was original to us UUUECECEECE LLC | ACEC CLL } | See EVENING POST HTT TTT EEE

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Next fall we plan a more ambitious camp | for our quail hunt, though it means an ex- tra boat. We are going to have two tents | one a wall tent for the cooking, and the other, somewhat removed, for the sleeping purposes of men and perhaps of dogs always our dogs shall sleep as warm and | dry as ourselves. Between the two tents there will be a long fly, which will act as a | roof in time of rain. We figure that we can | run our stovepipe out at one side of this and go on with our cooking operations in per- ect comfort in any weather. The entire three structures of canvas will be supported on one continuous wire rope. If we needed two ridge ropes—one for the tents and one for the fly—it would be perfectly easy to make them of wire. Wherefore, gentlemen, always have this little bundle of soft an- nealed wire in your camp bag. In a country hotel one sits yawning for smoky, over- heated office room, and goes to bed in a cold, underheated room with a poor bed in | it. In the average farmhouse there is little privacy, and generally too much heat and too little air. In camp the ventilation is always perfect, the fire is quite as you like it, and the food—no unimportant matter is better in camp than it is in the average country farmhouse or the average little hotel. At least we could find game enough in our travels to supply our own small needs. Thanks to a very efficient coon dog we usually had squirrels and rabbits enough for our stew kettle. Sometimes we could add quail to the stew kettle. Sometimes we could broil a quail—or, forsooth, even fry a quail, There was an occasional possum To be sure, breakfast in camp is mighty apt to be bread, bacon and coffee; but then there are other meals be- sides breakfast. In our own case we conducted a very well-ordered Brunswick stew day after day. This we made up of all sorts of tinned vege- tables, bits of bread, additions of corn meal, tomato soup, chili con carne, and so on. We had a little game sauce along for sea- soning; and, all in all, we fancied that the product of our stew kettle really was good human food, what with the game we were able to add to it nowand then. Bread | we ignominiously bought in villages or at | farms. On a hunt of this kind one sometimes is puzzled to find dog feed. We had three dogs, each with a very fair working appetite. We found that the meat dog would eat raw muskrat or raw rabbit and that one of the bird dogs would eat raw squirrel or raw rab- bit. The other was a little bit supercilious about such things at first, but finally came to the assimilation of rat, squirrel, rabbit, or almost anything else—a dog eats more than a man when hunting every day. The Cowpuncher’s Bed Once, on the bank of a river, we picked up a loose stew kettle that somebody had left unchained, and by means of this as a dog kettle we fabricated abundant feed for our canine friends. We made this more or less out of corn meal, with additions of such fresh meat as we did not need ourselves. Each of us learned how to carve a rabbit with a hatchet in the dark, in a manner entirely satisfactory—to a dog at least. Corn meal is very excellent feed for dogs. The great bear packs of the South custom- arily were fed from the great deg kettle of corn-meal mush out in the front yard of the plantation. When you are making corn- meal mush for your dogs be sure to boil the water first, and then stir in the meal slowly until it is of the consistence of a thick mush. In this way the meal will be thoroughly cooked, and not otherwise. We made it a practice to feed our dogs in the morning when we could, and every evening whether we could or not—a hunting dog gaunts very quickly unless well fed, and ours were traveling hard, following the boat round the countless river bends. When speaking of beds in camp one ought not to overlook that most useful of all camp articles, the tarpaulin, or heavy canvas waterproof, in which the cow- puncher is accustomed to carry his bed roll. The way to make a tarpie bed is this: Spread out your canvas at full length fourteen feet. In the middle of itand toward April 22, 1916 one end, within a foot or so, lay down your bed as you intend to lie in it. Spread the blankets out full width, and also full length, not folded. Now draw up the free end of your tarpie. The foot of your bed will rest in the bight of your canvas. The upper end of the canvas will stick out beyond the lower end a couple of feet perhaps; you can pull that over your head if the wind blows or if there is rain. Your bed thus far is only half made. You do not use the snaps and hooks, which would only partly keep the air from getting in at the edges of your bed. Hook one or two if you like at the top on the side where your back is going to be, toward the wind, only to keep the end from slipping down. Now go to the foot of your bed and lift it up with one hand; and with the other hand fold it under, doubled canvas, blankets and all, clear under the bed, to a length of, say, two-thirds of the entire bed—double and fold under the canvas and blankets the full length on the side toward the wind. Re- peat this process on the other side. Packing the Tarpie Bed You now have a bed that is folded under you for most of its length on both sides. You can roll round in it all you like and the covers will not come off of you. No wind and no water can get in through the heavy canvas and the fold of the blankets. You can make the upper end open on one side as you like and can snuggle the blankets round you as you like when the night grows colder or the rain grows wetter. You never will roll out of your bed clothes. This is the proper cowpuncher’s bed, and I think it is the best ever devised for the out-of-door man. There is no sleeping bag worth mentioning in the same breath withit. In the morning the cowpuncher can ventilate his bed, can dry it if he likes at any time, and yet can always keep it clean and compact. A very sloppy cowpuncher might, in fix- ing up his bed roll in the morning, simply roll his whole bed together and tie it loosely with a rope, throwing the bundle into the wagon. That is not the correct way to do. Spread out your tarpaulin at full length again. Spread your blankets in the middle toward one end. Fold from each side to- ward the middle. Bring up the free end of the tarpie and fold in from each edge over the blankets. Roll the whole intoa cylinder. Tie it up with a short rope by means of what is known as the express knot— which does not slip at the crossings—and finish it up with a slipknot, which will come loose at one pull on a wet or cold evening; never tie your bed rope in a hard knot. But suppose you are in camp or on a hunt where there is no wagon transporta- tion, and are obliged to carry your bed on a pack horse. How shall you do that? The tarpie rises perfectly to this occasion also. Spread out your tarpie as before, full length. Lay your blankets full width in the middle. Fold over from each side as before. Bring your tarpie together, the hooks snapped into the rings on each side to keep it from slipping. Fold it in from each side, protect- ing the blankets with the folded canvas. You now have a full-length narrow bed, not rolled. Take this, one-third as wide as your blankets, and protected by the double canvas against all perspiration from the horse, as well as from all dirt or rain, and throw it across the back of your pack horse— if he will let you. If he will not let you you will have to do it anyhow. Now cinch this in place by what the cowpuncher calls the stirrup hitch. Your bed will ride dry unless your horse shall be submerged for quite a while when making a bad ford; and it will ¢ome in%o camp if your horse does. What is the secret of the keen delight every man feels in utilizing for camp pur- poses such means as he finds about him at the time? I suppose it is because we all like to think we have succeeded; like to think we have done something hard; like to think we have prevailed in life. We like to accomplish difficult things, even in the wilderness, by the use of our own faculties. As to the home surroundings, one’s problems have been solved mostly by the landlord or the janitor. You can find a folding bed made out of a piano, or a steel engraving that lets down and becomes an Empire dining table, and kitchen utensils that can be used as parlor ornaments; but that is notso much fun. I do not know that you can raise a good man in a steam- heated flat any more than you can raise a good tree in a flat—and I know you can not have a good time there.

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ce A ag is of peculiar merit, commands its own price. In a general way when you speak of a cir- cus performer’s salary and why he or she gets it, and leave out those who are abso- lute stars, you find that unlike people of the hall-show world, their value is based upon the number of acts in which they double. As I write I have in mind Lucia Zora, who has for some years back been a feature attraction of one of the largest circuses. Zora opens the performance with a cageful of cats—that is, a cageful of lions and tigers. Half an hour afterward you see her per- forming with the great herd of elephants. I don’t know any other way to describe her than to say that she is a woman of tremen- dous personality, and as a drawing card is possibly worth as much as almost any woman connected with the big top. Or take, for instance, Irene Montgomery, who works on the swinging ladder, fills in with a bare- back act, rides high-school horses and drives tandem. Of course, in the circus world there are several women like her, but they are the valuable ones because they can be relied on no matter what happens The pay of the executive staff differs greatly. The manager with the show usu- y gets so much for the season or is hired by the year, because when the show reaches winter quarters work starts all over again to get ready for the next season. The treas- urer also is paid by the year; ticket-sellers by the week, getting all the way from thirty to fifty dollars. The kid-show men usually work on percentage although of course some have flat arrangements as to pay. The star ress agents are paid all the way from a hundred to a hundred and fifty dollars, a liberal allowance being made in most cases for entertaining expenses. Then come the boss hostler and boss canvasman. The latter is responsible for the erecting and taking down of the big top and all the other tents. Moreover, he must be a man possessed of considerable execu- tive ability, able to make men work and, above all, to respect him. Absolute disci- pline in his department must be maintained; he is the supreme arbiter, and if his orders are not carried out he usually knows how to enforce them. The boss hostler has control of all the horses, but usually pays most of his atten- tion to the draft stock. Under him he has a deputy who is called “‘boss of the ring stock,” which means that he exercises a special supervision over the horses that take part in the performance. A stock car usually carries about twenty-two horses,

all those most in use being built along the lines of the palace stock cars one sees pass- ing over the railroads attached to ordinary freight trains. Each team of baggage-stock makes two trips from the railroad to the lot, except of course where the roads are deep in mud or badly cut upon the grades, when extra teams have to be hooked on. The Health of the Circus Horse Some circuses carry a veterinary sur- geon, but in most cases the boss hostler uses his own remedies, which in years of experience have proven efficacious for the various ailments to which horses are sub- ject. And apropos of this, it might be stated that sickness is the exception rather than the rule among the stock of the circus. I have often been asked about this by Government purchasing agents and horse- men throughout the country. They all argue that when they purchase a number of horses and ship them, the losses from car fever, pink-eye and other ailments fre- quently offset the profits. I think that the reason the circus horse happens to be so healthy can be traced to the fact that al- though the changes in feed and water are made every day, he is not put in strange and stuffy stables when he arrives in town. He does not eat out of old mangers that have been used for generations, the wood- work of which is impregnated with all manner of microbes. But instead he is housed in a tent, eats his hay off the ground and his oats from a clean canvas cloth. With very few exceptions, everybody with the circus “makes” the parade, but as a rare concession a clause is permitted to be inserted in the contract stipulating that the performer shall not be asked to go in the street spectacle. The exception is usually made in the case of the star riders, and per- haps with the big circus would not extend to more than five or six people. With the THE CALL OF THE CALLIOPE Continued from Page 25 THE SATURDAY small circuses, in order to make a good showing, naturally everyone must parade When one speaks of the parades one is often asked why all circuses have them True, they cost money, use up parapher- nalia in the wear and tear and take much time. All I can say in answer is that the American public has come to expect a free show and won't have anything else. Some- thing like a decade ago one of the biggest circuses inthe country cut out the parade, but its business fell away to such a marked de gree that when it came round on the fol- lowing year it staged the biggest street parade ever seen in the show business. Oh yes, Sam and Mary still want to count the elephants, and Bill Spivens enjoys sizing up the pretty girls on horseback, and all the kids want to follow January and the clown Everyone crowds the sidewalks to hear the musical rainbows that the nine separate and distinct bands are smashing across the atmosphere. When we speak in our own vernacular of the daily expense with the circus we call it the “nut.” It’s a common thing to hear two circus men talking over some town that had been visited and hear the one say to the other: “‘ Did you get off of the nut?”’ by which he means to ask was sufficient taken in to pay the expense of running the circus in that particular town. Easy Lessons in Circus Talk Part of the unwritten law of the circus i that everyone who joins out in the spring shall finish the season unless discharged for cause, and this is very frequently re ferred to by troupers when applying for a position. The most salient argument they can use is the simple assertion: “I never walked away in the middle of the season We don’t say So-and-So left the show at Chicago, when speaking of anyone having severed his connection with us. We sa he “‘ walked away at Chicago,” and a pecu- liar thing about it is no one on the outside can find out why he walked away. If you ask, the reply will be, ‘Oh, I guess he got tired,”’ and that’s as far as you will ever get In describing where some performer or trouper is, they don't say he is with the Barnum show; they will say he is “over on” the Barnum show. If you ask where he was last summer they will tell you he was “over here”’ last summer. The seats in the circus that are especially set aside are called the reserves; all the other seats not so preémpted are called the “blues,”’ taking their names from the color which the stringers and planks are painted If you see two circus men talking, and one remarks, “I ain't goin’ to play Nodville this season, because they boosted th’ ‘reader,’’’ he means that the circus license has been put too high. A purse is called a ~ather’’; a “low pitch” is where a street faker or balloon man sells his wares from the street or sidewalk; a “high pitch” where he does business from a buggy or wagon. When we say, “I recognized you,” or at least should so express ourselves, we make it shorter and say: “I made you as you come on th’ lot.” Now although the circus handles about as much actual money, day in and day out, as almost any institution that I know of, I never heard of a circus treasurer being under bond, and so far as I know it is not recorded that any of them was ever short a nickel in his account. Many times there has been as much as twenty or thirty thou- sand dollars in cash in the safe, and I can remember only one instance in which a circus wagon was robbed. The performers are usually paid on Sat- urday. They come to the wagon and get their money in envelopes just as the em- ployees of an office, store or a big news- paper. A great many of them leave the larger part of their salary with the circus treasurer, and do not draw it until the day that the circus closes; because, taking them as a class, they are forehanded people, and make preparations for the four or five months that they are not working. Some of the star performers have beauti- ful homes, and when we consider the sala- ries they receive, which would seem to pale into insignificance alongside those paid to movie actors and vaudeville stars, it must be remembered that the people of the circus work anywhere from thirty-three to forty weeks every season, with all their living ex- penses and transportation paid in addition

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I have, perhaps, gone considerably out of the way from the straight narrative to give a good deal of the inside information re- garding the direction of the circus. Morse and I made an auspicious start in the early spring, and played without run- ning into any opposition until we entered Illinois. There the report of an abundant crop seemed to have gathered all the cir- cuses, big and little, like flies to a molasses barrel. We evaded as many of them as we could, practically forsaking our original routing and wildcatting it as nearly as we could. But it was impossible to dodge them all, and at Clinton, Illinois, we were billed to play day and date with the Hare & Haggerty Consolidation. Then began the first real fight we had for recognition from the standpoint of publicity. Both shows sent flying opposition bri- gades away ahead of time. There were no restrictions on the amount of paper to be posted. It was simply a case of plastering everything where permission could be ob- tained; or even if it was not, the billposters frequently took a chance and decorated private property with our astounding an- nouncements. When both sides had finished the whole landscape was lit up like a centenarian’s birthday cake. After that we resorted to all kinds of tricks and schemes to outwit each other. In the dead of one windy and stormy night our forces sallied forth and tore down almost every bit of the enemy’s paper. Of course the blame was laid on the elements, but that was too transparent for the en- emy. They doubled back and covered every sheet of our paper in sight with theirs. Two days later our men retaliated, but the op- position had left watchers, and a free fight ensued which sent four billposters to jail and three tothe hospital. The policy of watchful waiting had a real kick to it in those days, The Lady of the Milk-White Steed But all this battling and excitement was good advertising. Through the surround- ing country the news got about that two circuses, deadly enemies and at swords’ points, would visit Clinton on the same day. The air was full of rumors as to what would happen then, and although I was in the advance I doubled back to the show to participate in the proceedings. I had not seen Irene since the previous winter, but gathered from the press notices and announcements on the billboards that she was a member of the Hare & Hag- gerty organization. I had a special reason, therefore, for wanting to be in Clinton. The opposition pitched their tents on the | west side of town and we occupied a lot east of the main street. Both circuses ar- rae on time, but the question of who would parade first had not been decided. Our idea was to parade last, in order that the crowd would follow us back to the lot. Eleven o’chock came and still our rivals did | not make their appearance. Our parade re- mained lined up on the side street waiting for the word, and it was high noon before I made up my mind that we would have to start in order to be back in time for the | afternoon performance. I was mounted and led the way down in the direction of the main thoroughfare. As we approached we could hear the bands of | our rivals. I confess 1 forgot all about the | day and its object as I rode along. To be | truthful, my mind was entirely occupied | with other matters of a more personal nature. I was wondering if I should see Irene, and if I should have an opportunity to speak with her. As we turned the corner to head down toward the business section of the town the parade of the other circus wheeled in from the opposite direction. 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—2 ° Mee PPOd,NO 5 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Bev ows. ~aiod BLACK TREAD, WITH RED SIDES Y You cannot WEIGH Resilience HIS concerns a Lost Viewpoint! The most valuable thing in a Pneumatic Tire is that which costs least and, so, is too often least appreciated. -To wit—the Air, which fills the Tire. The value of Air, for Tire purposes, lies not only in its great compressibility,—its spring iness,—nor in its immediate distribution of pres sure all over the Tire, instead of localizing it at point of pressure. It lies, too, in its ready conformance to the perpetually changing surface of the road. Reduce that readiness of a pneumatic Tire to thus conform in its shape, and you reduce its Value proportionately, no matter how much you increase its cost, or its price, to Consumers. Every unnecessary layer of Fabric put into a Tire Casing reduces the capacity of its walls to quickly conform and quickly resume shape —To bend freely in the traction-wave of rolling Tires, with minimum waste of Motor power and Gasolene. —To negotiate every pebble and every tiny rut, on the road, without transmitting Vibra tion from these to the Car-Occupants and to Car -Mechanism. HE more layers of Cotton Fabric there are in a Tire Casing the stiffer it is, the heavier, hotter and harder to drive, because harder to BEND. The more Jayers the more Friction be- tween them,—and the more Friction the more Heat, to disintegrate the Rubber adhesive be tween Layers. Likewise, the more Layers the more it costs to produce the Tire, while thus LOWERING its Pneumatic quality, increasing its liability to puncture through stiffness, and reducing its Diamond : Mileage through Frictional Heat and Traction- wave action That's Diamond Tire experience. And, that’s why Diamond Tires are built FLEXIBLE, Resilient, Conformable, and Springy,— without injurious “‘ padding” of Car cass with surplus layers of Fabric,—or “filling”’ of Rubber Tread with inert “ballasting’’ ma- terials, —for selling-appearance. Because, —it is not the Diamond aim to sell Tires on mere visualized “thickness” or to value them by the pound, but to market them on their ‘‘ Net-Service’’ to Car-Owners. Diamond Tires are, therefore, stripped of all ‘‘Adipose Tissue’’—that needless Bulk and Weight which is to Tires what Obesity is to the Athlete IAMOND Tires are Long-lived and Enduring. Because, they are so Pneumatic and Resilient that they ‘‘negotiate’’ obstacles on the road, instead of fighting them with ponderous rigidity. The new black “Velvet” rubber, in the Squegee Treads of 1916 Diamond Tires, will be found stretchy as a rubber band,— tough and close-grained as wire,—while being CLINGY to slippery places, thus affording Traction with- out excessive Friction. TEST OUT one set of these “‘ Fair-listed,”’ moderate-priced, Diamond Tires, and see how much farther your Car will travel,—per dollar invested in Tires,—how much more Luxury they give to Motoring Through their exceptional Resilience they put “Pep” into Car-action, while reducing Vibration to a minimum,—as you shall see QUEGEE on-Skid Tires

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST April 22, 1916 Ay POOL, OCT Sa as eS ALESMANSHIP IS A FINE ART. It throbs with earnestness, energy and enthusiasm. It is infectious, hypnotic, well-nigh irre- sistible. It is apt, therefore, to interfere with calm, deliberate judgment. It has its dangers, as well as its allure- ments. A motor car should be selected in our saner moments. It should be bought with an eye to the far future, rather than the rosy present. We should dwell upon unwelcome pos- sibilities, as well as immediate pleasant prospects. We should look at the shining, beautiful thing before us, in the light of twenty, or fifty, or a hundred thousand miles of service. We should listen to the voice of reputa- tion, rather than the engaging eloquence of the salesman. We should retire within ourselves, and inquire :— What do I know about this car; and especially, what do I know of the com- pany that builds it? And then: Is there another car of which I know more—built by a company of higher and wider repute? You should be able to recall such a car instantly—a car of which all men think well, and none speak ill. The moment your mind has gripped that thought—that there is a car which stands out above all others—then sales- manship has no power to impress you. You find yourself listening to yourself— and deaf to all else. You see a car which has come down the years with a clean escutcheon—hand in hand with honor. You say to yourself: In choosing this car I cannot make a mistake.

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' ‘ ' ' Zack felt very comfortable until he noticed Mr. Walter Sessions waiting at the corner, three drinks behind his regular ra- tions and muttering cuss words, which gave Zack the shivers. Pranking with niggers was different from having acrimonious transactions with white folks. Everybody knows that Vicksburg is built on hills—hills crowding against hills, hills overtopping hills, hills north, hills east, hills south; there would have been addi- tional hills to the west except for the river, which is comparatively level. Vicksburg once earned a reputation for being inhospitable. Blue men expressed their desire to get in, while gray men cor- dially invited them to remain outside. Confederate trenches semicircled the town, following ragged crests from the river bank on the north to the river bank on the south, an obstinate half-moon of bayonets and cannon. Confronting this, the Federals drew their lines, another bristling half- moon facing inward from other crests. Behind both lines lay valleys, ravines and men. Hundreds of those men are lying there to this day. Through fifty years of peace and pa- tience the Bermuda grass has sodded those rival trenches and embalmed the scars of conflict. Roadways wind along the de- serted breastworks; grim-mouthed cannon, forever silent, now oppose each other across the valleys; majestic memorials grace the sunlit summits; bronze and marble and granite tell eternally their stories of thou- sands who fought and many who died. So this park is more than a park, more than roadways, trenches and monuments; it isa throbbing record of human courage and human passions, blazoned on our ancient hills. Blazonry didn’t bother Zack. He craved to absent himself from Wad Grimes, who held his hat, and from Walter Sessions, who needed his bottle. For years, while waiting on the Spottiswoode table, he had listened to discussions of the siege by Fed- erals and Confederates until a scrambled smattering of events leaked into his own head. This he proposed to retail for cash and hopes. Zack didn't loll back like some pick-up unaccustomed to riding. He used his tongue and explained: “Now we’s aimin’ straight fer de park. Dat’s Mount Heroden Church; dis used to be Slaughter’s Hall, where dem niggers done some dancin’; dat’s de new public school—little mo’ it would ’a’ been plumb outside o’ town. Cunnel say schools an’ sidewalks ought to be whar folks kin git at’em. Dis road jines de park. Lordee, Gen'l, you ain’t seed nothin’ yit!” Zack kept gabbling and eying a bunch of cigars in his friend’s upper vest pocket. The General’s stump was nearly smoked out; presently he’d be reaching for a fresh one—or maybe two—in which case Zack would speedily discover what sort of man he was. “Now, Gen’l, we’s arrivin’ to de Jew Graveyard; an’ den 1. “Take this road.”’ His passenger nodded toward the south. “Hole on, Gen’l; hole on! Don’t you aim to go up yonderway an’ see de Illinois Monument? Dat’s de bigges’ tombstone what is. An’ Ole Abe, de war eagle what laid eggs—on de Turpentine Road? ; Thankee, suh; thankee, suh!” The General produced two cigars, pass- ing one casually to Zack, and went along having his own way. That’s the kind of man he was! Southward they hurried. Zack explained without a listener while his passenger gazed upon the gray men’s breastworks, their forts and batteries. Several times Alec halted the car while he examined a tablet; then at a nod sped on again. After crossing Hall’s Ferry Road the stranger became even more absorbed in noting the confor- mation of the ground, smiling at familiar landmarks that years were powerless to alter. Zack’s cigar fired up; his conversa- tion mill closed down. Alec ran the car and eyed the clock. “Ah! Here we are. Stop, please!’ Several hundred yards south of All Saints’ College General Nicholls found what he had traveled far to see—a block of granite surmounted by a portrait bust in bronze. He looked at it, first from one side, then from the other— walked round to look, stepped back to look, moved closer to look. CONCERNING Al QUART Continued from Page 15 THE SATURDAY Then he took out a diagram from his pocket, made a lot of figures, and looked some more. Zack sat disgustedly on the running board. “Alec, you can’t never prophesy "bout a white man. He had plenty chance to hear me splain Gen’l Grant's headquarters—an’ de war eagle what laid eggs. Now he ain't seed nothin’! Huh! Wastin’ all dis time on one li'l’ ole runty tombstone!” Neither of them glanced at the monu- ment that so engrossed their passenger's attention or read its bronze inscription: EVERETT Ross NICHOLLS COMMANDING BRIGADE LORING’s DIVISION MARCH 29—JULY 4, 1863 Nor did the negroes notice a resemblance between that boyish face in bronze and the world-worn features of the living man. For Alec had suddenly thought of something that knocked tombstones out of his head. “Here, Zack; I mighty nigh fergot dis telegram.” “Tellygram! Who fer?” “For you; here ‘tis on de back—‘Zack Foster, in care o’ Cunnel Spottiswoode.’”’ Together they puzzled it out: “Take Alec to National Park Hotel im- mediately and place car at disposal of Everett R. Nicholls. “BEVERLY SPOTTISWOODE.” Alec stared at Zack; Zack stared at Alec. United, combined and simultaneously they turned to stare at their passenger, who was seated on the grass and lost in reverie. They would have saved a lot of worriment if they had compared the name on the tab- let with the name in the telegram. “Disposal? Alec, what do Cunnel mean by disposal?” “Disposal means go to dat hotel. Zack, you caught dis white man; now turn him loose. I’m goin’!” “Wait, Alec; wait! Us can't leave nary High Gen’! out here by hisse’f.”’ “Den rush ‘im back to de Carroll an’ c'lect.”’ “All right. Go tell him to come on.” “Tell ‘im yo'se’f.” Alec balked and grumbled until General Nicholls looked at his watch, rose, and drifted back to the car. “I’m ready, boys—hotel.” He climbed in at the rear door and shut it, leaving Zack to sit beside Alec and grab his cap. Alec burned the wind. Start! Whirl—whirl—whirl! Stop—and Zack faced Wad Grimes again. Old Reliable was lavishly consuming trouble; he might have spread it thinner and made it last longer. With plenty of worries already, Grimes flopped down on the middle of his mind. Zack sprang out before the ex-blacksmith could cross the street and hustled round to open the car door. “Well, Gen’l, here we is, Gen’l!’’—lay- ing emphatic stress on the “‘Gen’'l”’ to dis- courage Grimes from laying hands on him. Alec fidgeted at the wheel, anxious to see his passenger pay two dollars and let him get away. But Zack wasn’t so anxious for Alec to see five dollars paid instead of two. He planned to lure the producer inside. “Dis way, Gen’l; dis way!’’—opening the hotel door; and the General followed “Yas, suh; it’s jes’ five dollars. Dat's all, Gen'l; onless, suh e Genera! Nicholls felt in his pocket. Out came two dollars, two more, and fifty cents. Zack extended his itching palm and craned his long neck to be sure Alec couldn't see, when a bell boy ran up: “Telegram, suh—telegram.” The general tore open and read his mes sage, considered a moment, turned back to the car, opened the door for himself and stepped in. Grimes stood too handy for Zack to risk the front seat, so he got in at the rear. “National Park Hotel!” Alec obeyed; he was going there anyhow “Old Reliable,” the General inquired, “possibly you know Colonel Spottis- woode?”’ “Who? Me? De Cunnel “Yes; Colonel Beverly Spottiswoode?”’ The car swerved as Alec’s fingers slipped and he glanced back to hear Zack’s answer: “‘Mebbe so, suh. "Pears to me dere is a Cunnel by some sech name used to live ere. “Watch for him as we go along.” EVENING Send for the illustrated Calendar Largest Manufacturers of Rochester-M a ee egies nisiigghihens ae es Stern & Co. chester, N. Y. TRUCKS Denby standards permit only the highest quality of work- manship from every employé. Denby prices are lower because of Denby superiority in design and manufacturing methods DENBY MOTOR TRUCK COMPANY MICHIGAN FOR TPRA/L OR PAVEMENT

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Cunnel in dis town?” “Must be waiting for me now at the National Park Hotel.’ They were passing Crawford Street; the hotel was two blocks farther Zack squirmed. “Hole on, some bizness Alec never turned his head. “No you ain’t. You's stayin’ right here wid me.” At the next corner they halted behind a street car. Zack stealthily opened the rear door. Alec caught his hand. “Not much, ole nigger! Jes’ seat.” When they drew up before the National Park Hotel two scary-eyed negroes were afraid to look, but saw nothing of Colonel Spottiswoode. Alec wouldn't let Zack get out, so General Nicholls went in and talked with the clerk. “Alec, what us goin’ to do? “T ain’t bothered "bout us doin’! Cun- nel’s goin’ to bend a ax handle over two niggers’ heads.” Zack felt chilly and his mouth went dry. “Alec, I got a bottle an’ needs a little drink.” “Better save dat; when Cunnel does his do you'll need whisky mighty bad.” “Alec, lemme go speak wid Cunnel fust?”’ “*Lissen here, Zack; when Cunnel reaches fer dat ax handle you'll be dodgin’ ’long- side 0’ me.”” Alec deliberately got out and led Zack round to the front seat. ‘‘ Now den, we'll nacherly stay togedder.”’ General Nicholls reappeared on the side- walk with the clerk. Both negroes heard the clerk say: “Yes, General; Colonel Spottiswoode has just left here, going to the Carroll. He telegraphed for his car to be placed at your disposal Disposal! Zack and Alec caught the word, and batted their eyes at each other. “Alec, dat’s de very same Gen’l what Cunnel dispatched you to git.” “Cunnel dispate hed you. He ain’t said nothin’ to me.” **He’ll say a plenty when he hears what you done.” “Allright, boys! Drive slowly and keep your eyes open for the Colonel,’’ said the General. The car moved northward. Zack hud- died on the front seat, shriveling and shrinking until he was nothing but a cap, a pair of ears and rolling white eyes. Alec bracing himself for what was bound to occur. Presently he saw the Colo- nel, half a block ahead. Alec promptly took the other side of the street and hur- ried, hoping to slip by. Zack likewise saw, and cowered, and hoped. Colonel Spottis- woode disappeared into Clarke’s bookstore and the negroes drew a long breath. he’s gone gone Lemme git out—I got Alec! keep yo’ 9 | They'd miss him. “Stop! Stop!” “There he is. him.” Certain ignorant persons maintain that a that he is congenitally from General Nicholls. Old Reliable, run in and tell Alec mechanically brought his car to a stand, while Zack started every mental First, he headed toward the bookstore and then returned for Mr. Walter’s quart—Alec might not act honest in a pinch. It was manifestly es- sential for Zack to keep the white folks separated pending his explanations. As he entered the bookstore it occurred to him that he carried the Colonel’s most influen- tial walking stick, which was verboten and | would bring on more talk. Howdy, Cunnel? Here’s yo’ walkin’ stick what you lef’ in de car. Some nig- ger'’s goin’ to steal dis stick. I ain't let it go out of my han’.”’ “Thanks. Did you get my telegram?” “Yas, suh.” “And found General Nicholls?” “*Me an’ Alec had a time. He warn’t at de Park Hotel; us cotch him at de Carroll an’ give him a nice ride. He’s terrible tickled over de way us treated him.” “That's good! “ Waitin’ Ld Where is he now? in de car.” April 22, 1916 and two army Zack trailed the striding Colonel cinched his last detail as the comrades were shaking hands. “Cunnel, I never ‘spicioned dis was Gen’'l ontil atter he sont me to hire him a car. Den I ’skivered he was yo’ frie on’, an’ nacherly telephoned for Alec Alec listened and shivered and prayed at the wheel, while Colonel Spottiswoode greeted his old friend, laughing like a boy “Fine, Zack! Bully! Tumble in. We are going for the General’s baggage. No, Everett; no trouble to send you direct to the train from my house.” The storm had cleared and sunshine glorified a glad, glad world. Zack grinned expansively as he nudged Alec. “T tole you ’twould be all right ef I spoke wid Colonel fust. Now keep yo’ mouf shet !”” Things were coming Zack’s way. Near the corner he noticed several men making jocular suggestions while two policemen dumped Mr. Walter Sessions on a dray for his periodical free ride— Mr. Walter having absorbed his periodical load. Old Reliable chuckled: “Dat lifts jes’ one quart off o’ my mind. He won’t remember what nigger he sent for dat whisky.” Even Grimes, still waiting at the Carroll, held no terrors now, for Zack got out bravely beside the Colonel, his bulwark of re fuge and een ‘Here, Zack; get the General's baggag« while I te ‘lephone Selina to cook us a good suppe ag General Nicholls beckoned his faithful guide behind the cigar counter and slipped him a five-dollar bill. “This is not paying for the car; it’s just a little present because you talked so nicely and explained things.” “Thankee, suh! Thankee, ognizing the brand of whi te wouldn’t tell on a nigger splainin’ an’ talkin’ nice?” The General smiled - nodded toward Spottiswoode who was at the phone. “Of course you won't mention it?” “No, suh! Not me! Ole Reliable never blabs "bout white folks’ bizness.”’ Zack edged toward the cigar counter to get change so he could pay Alec a dollar. Then he stopped and considered. “Dat wouldn't be actin’ square wid de Gen'l! He gimme dis five for talkin’ nice. Alec ain’t did no talkin’.” Wadding the bill to a minimum he stuffed it into his shoe, then pranced high with the joy of just reward. Now he'd ride home to a good supper and peace. The two white men had settled back on the rear seat when the Colonel leaned over the door: “* Here’s a nickel, Zack, for street-car fare. Stop by Teller’s and get some things that Selina ordered for supper. Hurry home!” And the auto was gone, vanished, evap- orated, before Zack could catch his breath gone—gone, leaving Zack to confront Wad Grimes—to outtalk Wad—to outmaneuver Wad when his think-tank was drained by harrowing necessities! Instead of the big green car, with Colonel Spottiswoode stand ing between him and annihilation, the was nothing—absolutely nothing; which paralyzed Zack so he couldn’t run. “Hello, Wad! I sho’ is proud you waited here.” “You is?’’—dubiously. ‘“‘How come?” “Sh! 1 got a bottle o’ fine licker, what Cunnel bought for his own se’f. an’ me try it?” “Whar'bouts?” “Right back in dis alleyway.” As evidence of his sincerity Zack permit ted Wad to tote the bottle. Wad selected a dark corner and a comfortable box to sit upon. While he was unwrapping the bottk and examining the cork, Zack casually repossessed his hat, which interfered with Wad's free use of both hands. “Zack, how us gwine to open dis?” “Ain't you got nary knife?” “No.” *“Den I'll step in here an’ borry a cork- screw.” Zack stepped —and kept stepping mighty lively. He stepped straight to the grocery. The packages were ready. He stepped into a street car, and chuckled: “Huh! Whisky ain't good for Mr. Walter nohow. I reckon it'll take two drays to carry Wad to jail.” suh! man tha ‘Dis is jes’ rec- Le's you | | ll itl > i {i pelt

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST “st Che Key 5 the Bastille. : ontrasts The Old: Used chiefly to confine the victims of injustice. April 22, 1916 Ghe Key to Security The New: Which safeguards the property of the people. The contrast typifies the Changes of Time and the Progress of the Industrial Arts But many ancient forms still persist, some of which have their uses, and you must choose, when buying, between the old and the. new, better, and sometimes more expensive; between a needle and a sewing machine; between a horse-wagon and an auto-truck; between an old-fashioned lock and the latest and best product of the modern lock-maker, the Yale Cylinder Lock. For some uses common locks are good enough, but where real security is desired, the best is none too good, and this implies that you want a Yale Lock. They are made in endless variety of sizes and styles, adapted for every use, and of various grades and prices, but each designed to be the best of its kind and for its intended purpose. Of course they are imitated, but no imitation has the mechanical perfection of the genuine Yale Product. That product always bears the familiar Panel trademark shown below. If you are offered any lock which does not bear it, you may know thereby that you are offered a substitute. Yale Hardware, like Yale Locks, is the best of its kind; in design, material, workmanship and finish. Three of our leaders are shown below. The Yale & Towne Mfg. Co. One of the many Yale Padlocks The “Yale Standard” line; sizes from %4 inch to 3'9 inches. A leader for 30 years Used throughout the worid Works, Stamford, Conn. General Offices, No. 9 East 40th Street, New York City The Yale Door-Closer (Blount Patents) Ensures silence, safety and comfort. The orig- inaland always the best Door-Closet In use throughout the world The Yale Rim Night Latch No. 42 More widely known and used in every civilized country than any other lock ever made. For entrance and other doors wherever security is de- manded. The most popular lock on the market. For sale by all first-class hardware dealers “

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No lost buttons 9 _Notorn buttonholes Splendid workmar PATENTED JUNE 18,1914 PRICES Men's — Knitted or Nainsook, $1, $1.50, $2 Boys’ Knitted only) SO cents uemmer and 1 catalogue illustrating the complete line winter weights wih be Sent free om request FULD & HATCH KNITTING CO. Albany Manufacturer New York BARNES KNITTING CORPORATION Sole distributor to dealers 33 Fifth Avenue, New York City THE SATURDAY THE MAN NEXT DOOR Continued from Page 23 at any woman at all. I reckon I don't want to get married if I can’t marry her. Maybe it ain’t fair for a man at my time of life and way of life to think of marrying a gir! like l reckon may be you set me right.” “Where did you come from?” Man Wright. “The South,” says he. “I know that; but what state?” “Kentucky,” says he. “I been living here a great many years.” “You're a gentleman, Mr. Henderson,” says Old Man Wright. ‘I wish things wasn’t just the way they are. But now, on the level, do you think we'd better say anything to Bonnie Bell at all about this here?” Henderson must of thought it over quit a while. Then I heard him take a step or si Maybe he picked up his hat. Maybe his cane knocked against a chair. He rattled, he had went in right the way hewa spite of William. “I don’t want to do anything that isn’t best for her,”’ says he at last. “I maybe I ain’t a good-enough man to marry her. I reckon maybe you're right, sir,” says he. Old Man Wright he don’t talk no more fora little while. I heard them walk toward the door. Maybe they shook hands. “No,” says he at length. “‘Mr. Hender son, I don’t reckon we'll say anything about this to Bonnie Bell after all. Good-by, sit I wish I could ask you to come here often “Good-by,” says he, I seen him go down the walk after a He forgot all about his car waiting by the sidewalk and walked half a block before he woke up. Of course he couldn't come to see us no more after that. As for me, I didn’t have no friend Jimmie the hired man was about the only friend around there I cared much for, and now he was gone— tired, | supposed. Time got even lonesomer than ever. Bonnie Bell come in the room where | was setting one day, and she set down on the lounge and put her chin in her hand and tuken a look out the window. I ast her what was up. “Well,” says she, “I was just wondering about the seeds for them big flower beds we've been making,” says she. “I'll be wanting to plant them next spring, at least. If I had some experienced man that knew ubout flowers now ix “Why don’t you go down to the park,” says I, “and talk to some of them Dutch gardeners that raises the flower beds down there? They'll know all about them things.”’ “Curly,” says she, “you're only a cow- puncher, ain’t you?” “That's all,”’ says I. “Well, that accounts for you not having no sense at all,’’ says she. “Who, me?” says I. But she had riz up and went out mad—lI couldn’t see why. says Old was so reckor while either x YEALLY, that fence must of hurt the Wisners as bad as it done anybody else Us having plenty of ground, our house wasn't built so close to the line as theirs was. The fence must of cut off more light for them than itdidforus. Besides, when you looked at it from the street, unless you lived around there and knew about it, you'd of thought it was us built that fence to spite them and not them to spite us—it looked like part of our yard, Old Man Wright was running on what they called the Independent ticket that fall; there was three parties and the town was all tore up. Of course everybody knows there oughtn’t to be but just two’ parties— Re- publicans and Democrats. Me being from Texas, original, I don’t see why anybody should be anything but a Democrat; but Old Man Wright he had a way of picking out things. Well, they held the election along in November. I might of knew how it would come out. They ain’t done counting all the Wright votes yet over in that ward of ours. At about half past six they’d had time enough to count all the sufferedges that Old Man Wisner taken down in the silk-stocking part of that ward. At about half past three in the afternoon the papers come out with bulletins and says the ward was “ conceded to Wright.” I should say it was conceded! I conceded it, anyways, as soon as I knew he wanted to run. , EVENING POST Te srenaee devensesnenee Hf RE is one good merchant in yout city who considers Mn the satisfaction of his cus- tomers to be of greater ulti- : mate benefit to his business than the extra immediate profit he might make by He is the merchant who sells selling inferior clothes. Smart Clothes ( ») il tsi ain ANH A A ,” : Make iia of Genuine G. & B. PEARL by Looking for the Copper Wires and Round Tag F you want the one screen material that ends paint and repair expense—that really resists rust, look for—ask for—and insist on genuine G. & B. 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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ef Armco Lron Because of workability rnd gasoline storage tanks work and to weld and they and rust resistance Armco Iron plates are going into big water tanks This mine car of Armco Iron plates satisfaction because it stands The Value of Rust Resistance lip under “the ‘strong corrosive Increases as the Weight of the Product The heavier and more costly a product the more important that it be made of Armco (American Ingot) Iron. ARMCO IRON Resists Rust Because Armco Iron resists rust, the Victor Safe & Lock Company, of Cincinnati, uses Armco [ron for the interior doors and other plate portions of its fireproof safes and for the linings and vestibules of its vaults. Armco Ironghas also remarkable welding and enameling properties and takes a beautiful polish. Other manufacturers using Armco Iron plates in high grade products are the Kaustine Co., Buffalo, N. Y., makers of sewage disposal systems, and the Heil Company, of Milwaukee, Wis., for storage tanks for gasoline, oil and water. If you buy sheet or plate metal products it will pay you to know who uses Armco their manufacture. Write to us for information. ire a manufacturer you should know the whole story of Armco Iron and factory costs and losses and raises the quality of the product Send for ‘‘Defeating Rust’’—Free Book It tells why Armco Iron's rust resistance is not due to purity alone—though it is the purest iron made. Every phase of its manufacture, from the furnace to the hipping platform, is the object of scientific and conscientious care. Armco Iron is, therefore, the most nearly perfect in evenness and all the other qualities that form the basis of rust resistance. Send the Coupon for this story of Armco Iron The American Rolling ace Company, Box 787, Middletown, Ohio nsed Manufacturers under Patents granted to The International Metal Products Company BRANCH OFFICES: Chicago, Pittsburgh, Detroit, New York, St. Louis, Cincinnati, Cleveland and San Francisco The trade mark ARMCO carries the assur- ance that iron bearing that mark is manufa tured by The American Rolling Mill Company with the skill, intelligence and fidelity assoc ated with its products, and hence can be depended upon to possess in the highest degree the merit claimed for it “AMERICAN The American Rolling Mill Company Box 757, Middletown, Ohio Please send me “ Defeating Rust” and tell me why I, as a (Manufacturer—Consumer should be interested in Armco Iron Name Street use P d over +s used in Vieto Di Sate s other plate metal can | Well, sir, it was more like old times then than we’d seen since we moved in there | like the times when he was sher’f in the Yellow Bull country. The old man he come in a-laughing along about suppertime and under his own steam, and says he: “Bonnie Bell, your pa is going to be high in the nation’s councils right soon, because he is going to be alderman in one of the | most important wards in this here town. I | may be mayor some day; and when you're | mayor you're due to chirk up and think of being president—if you are a humorist. | Also, your pa is hungry. Please get Curly and me all the ham shank and greens they is in the house. “And _ besides,” says he when Bonnie Bell was going out, “ pull the front door wide open to-night. Take the lock out and hide William where they can’t any of my horny- handed friends find him. They'll be in here to-night, a bunch of them, to sort of cele- brate our glorious victory. There may be several bands along in here—I hope and trust so. I shorely am fond of music and I like bands. Whenever I get elected sher’f or anything I want the band to play—all the bands they is.’ Well, that was some night! I was glad for once we had came to Chicago, for there | is more bands in a town that size than there is in Cody. Old Man Wright he was more natural than I’d ever saw him for a long while. I | don’t know if it was quite fair the way he done, because it ain’t held Christian to set on a man when he’s down. But what he done was to get that Dutch band with five pieces that played in front of our house every morning—they come in first. He stationed them at the side of the road right square in front of Old Man Wisner’s house, and he tells them to play everything they knew and then play it all over again, and keep on playing. We was setting eating dinner, enjoying their music as much as we could, when the leader of the band comes in; and says he: “* Mein Herr, wir sind schon ausgeblasen.”’ “Is that so?” says Old Man Wright. “Well, have a drink, and go out and be gin over again—and don’t blow up again.” About now come the rest of the bands, six or eight or so, and back of them was the merry Village rs. They filled up the whole street in front of our steps and in front of the Wisners, and up and down the row; and some: of ’em stepped on Bonnie Bell’s new tulip beds in the yard south of us. “*Unto them that hath is gave,’” says Old Man Wright, looking peaceful. “ Like enough, most all the bands in this part of town’'ll be here before long. Pore old Dave Wisner, he don’t seem to have no band; so I'll fix him up—he don’t seem cheerful, with his blinds down that way. Round up our bands, Curly,” says he, “‘and line some of ’em up in front of his house on the other side of the street. Get some of ’em and stand ’em up on our side of his fence. Make | a line of ’em back to the boathouse. Tell "em to play on. I ain’t particular what they | play. They won’t even need to play the | same piece unless they want to; but keep ’em busy—play everything they have and then repeat softly, and if they get tired feed "em and give ’em something to drink. And | tell Johnson, the precinct captain, when he comes about eight o’clock, to come on in with his friends, the whole gang—the door is open and there’s no strings on it, and no strings on the new alderman.” Old Man Wisner must of been enjoy- ing his life that evening while we was cele- brating our being alderman. Bonnie Bell she didn’t approve of this none, but she knew that when her pa was in one sort of mood she’d better leave him alone and let him have his way—there wasn’t no stop- ping him. After a while Johnson, the precinct cap- tain that had had this election in charge, he come in to have a talk with the new alderman —him and a lot more. There was a good many hyphens up in his ward, and plenty of these folks was blue-eyed and had yellow hair, and some of ’em had long whiskers. On the whole they carried their liquor pretty well, and they had plenty. Old Man Wright was in his shirt sleeves rolled up so that his freckles would show and he had two or three cases of red liquor, and not a cork in the room! “So far as Sunday closing i is concerned,’ says he, “it ain’t Sunday yet.’ They taken something with the new alderman and hollered for a speech. ““Men,” says he, “we licked ’em like I said we would--only more. I don’t ask any of you to show me how to make any April 22, 1916 Marshall Field Was Right Marshall Field founded his success as a retail dealer on twelve truths. One he called ‘“‘The obligation of duty.”’ This store agrees with Field. We realize our ob- ligation to the man who trusts to our judgment for the value he can’t see. It is that deeper value which we offer you in Clothcraft Clothes for men and young men— that long- wearing fabric and thor- ough- -going workmanship, built in piece by piece and step by step. The makers of Clothcraft also believe in the obligation of duty For seventy years they have labored to improve mediun priced clothes by putting int added value the savings due to better methods of manufac- ture Clothcraft sales justify our conviction that the dealer's suc- cess goes hand in hand with the buyer's satisfaction, CLOTHCRAFT SPECIAL SERGES OPS 1S StI 4218” CLOTHCRAFT CLOTHES 710 40 $95 Ready to Wear Made by The Joseph & Feiss Co., Cleveland ‘The ( Clothcraft Store | CIN YOUR TOW N) -

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And put a few drovs of 3-in-One on your oil stone before using it—you'll find it sharpens tools more quickly and easily. 3-in-One Oil is sold at all stores—in 25c Handy Oil Cans, and in 10c, 25c and 50c bottles. Get it and you'll get more satisfaction out of your tools. FR Write us and we will send you, free, a generous sample of 3-in-One Oil and the Dic- tionary of Uses. Three-in-One Oil Co. 42 EUG Broadway New York | i THE SATURDAY more money, for I've got enough. We made this fight on the Lake Electric Ordinance. The intention of the other gang was to hold up all you people that has homes of your own. Every one of you has to use electric light. It’s only right you ought to pay a fair price, but nothing more. Let me tell you that’s all you’re going to pay. I've bought into that company, and me and my bank crowd can run it. Let me tell you the prices will be right; don’t you worry about that none atall. For once you'll get a square deal here; or if you don’t, then elect some other man the next time.” “Hooray for our new alderman!” says Johnson, jumping up then. They all jumps up too. They had their glasses in their hands—plenty of men standing there in our ranch room, rather big men with yellow whiskers, a good many. About then Bonnie Bell she comes down the front stairs. She was all dressed up in silk, in a low-necked dress and a good many jewels on. You wouldn't hardly of thought it was her pa standing in his shirt sleeves in the room. “Gentlemen,” says Old Man Wright, “this is my daughter.” What them men did was not to compare them two at all. They just stood in line and every one of ‘em raised his glass like she was a real queen; and they give her three cheers. Bonnie Bell she drops them a curtsy. At breakfast Old Man Wright was hun- gry, though he hadn't been to bed. He set, with his hands in his pockets, and looked out at Wisner’s brick wall; and says he to me: “This here is going to be a changed ward. I ain’t in no man’s vest pocket. I ain’t done yet. This is just the beginning. But where's the kid, Curly?” I went and found her. William was still hid somewhere—the night’s doings had grieved him plenty. She come in and set down by her pa. “Well, sis,” says he, “you see, your dad is getting some of them Better Things we come to Chicago after.” “Dad,” says she, pushing back a little way from him and looking into his face, “tell me something.” “What is it, Honey?” “The truth now—the truth.” “Yes, Honey.” “Did you sell out the Circle Arrow and come to town on account of me?” He didn’t speak at first. “Yes, I did, Honey,” says he at last. “I said I'd tell you the truth. That was why we sold the old ranch—so as you could come here. I wanted you to go as high as any American woman could go. We edu- cated you for that—we brought you up for it, Curly and me.” “We didn’t win, did we, dad?” says she, slowlike. “‘ How is it done, dad?” “Gawd knows,” he says. “Tell me, sis, if we pulled out of here and went to some other town, would you be better? How about Kansas City?” “No,” says she. “Our feet ain’t headed that way. I won't quit, dad.” “You'll break your heart first, and your dad's?” “Yes, if necessary.” “All to break into them sepulchers?’ He nods toward the Row. “No,” says she; “there's a lot of things | more worth while than that. These brick- and-stone houses are the trenches. They may be hard to take. But back of them lies the country, and it’s the country that’s worth while. “‘Ain’t you happy, sis?” says he. “No,” says she, quietlike; “I’m not.” “Get out-of-doors,” says he. “Do something—work at something! Look up- wards and outside, and don’t get to lovking inwards,” says he. “‘That ain’t the way. Think what’s in the fields beyond.” “Life, dad,”’ says she, slow; and it seemed to me like she was sad. “Life!” “Life?” says he. “Sis, what do you mean? Tell your old dad, can’t you?” She told him, then. She put her haid down on his neck. “Oh,” says she, “it’s all right for you two—you’ve got something to do—you can work and fight; but what can I do? What is there for me to do in all the world? And you tried so hard to make me happy!” “And you ain’t happy?” says her pa. “Dad!” says she. “Dad!"’ And she went on crying down his neck Ain’t women hell? I went on away. (TO BE CONTINUED EVENING POST Haneere renner Heenenenenesensenenennnnennt seensesenny TT , Not Cake, nor Candy But a Little of Each Iw o fragile wafers, enclosing a delightful layer of sweetened cream —that’s Sunshine TAN-SAN an exquisite biscuit Contectior for desserts and afternoon teas Biscuits bakeries of a tho them aneens are made in the wonder sand windows. No better biscuits baked no variety so great The soba nbanet cannes Sunshine Revelation Box containing a pleasing variety of 14 popula Sunshine Biscuits, mailed for I0c (to pay mailing) and your dealer's name Then there are In each package of Takhoma Biscuit Clever Leaves is s paper doll in colors. Other packages of entnent y benches ronnenecn naan’ Perfetto Sunshine Biscuits contain pretty dresses Brandywine for her. See list in Takhoma packag Veronique and ther de 4 Le SS Joose-Wunes Biscurr (ompany Bakers of Sunshine ‘Biscuits 793 Thomson Ave., L. 1 C., Mew York aT uations. | To reverse simply withdraw lever and re-insert with side marked ‘‘Lower’’ facing up. NAN be oper- Aated at any angle with long or short strokes avoiding all inter ference with tire holder, trunk rack or other obstruc- HIS superb Jack ap- peals irresistibly to the owner who takes pride in his equipment. Instantly adjustable to all cars. tions. Jacksin When you see either of these two the tool box of your new car, it means the manufacturer has included your emergencies in his provisions for your comfort Otherwise go te your local dealer THE DUFF MANUFACTURING CO. PITTSBURGH, PA New York: 50 Church Street Chicago: Peoples Gas Building Established 1843 No. 088. This is the more popular priced Barrett jack which meets all utility requirements as to lifting capacity and vary- ing axle heights for light and medium weight cars. Abso- lutely dependable; all working parts superbly machined.

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44 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST April 22, 1916 Light, Cool, Elastic, Durable ‘jl Chalmers “Porosknit’’— so open that you can see through it — gives S halmers " Porosknit”’ Unio: ’ you cool comfort in summer in as near to nature’s Way as one may go. can’t én cut. It fits; Stays p q ut It gives you just the right number of “‘holes’’ to let your body breathe every movement. Such unde1 w ~to let perspiration evaporate. These “‘holes’’ are surrounded by mand the genuine. Union Su its just the right amount of fine, light fabric. The combination is ideal. Any style shirts and drawers, f« 4 or ~ r ° bed ~ Chalmers Knitting Company fistcd'Undenoser for Falland Wines ANIM 18 “ts Your Delp nee” Look For This Label (Only Smaller) On! ee ee O—e Se en a oe ee ee" Ss AF) TR FABRIC PAT. DEC. 12,1905. = ' \

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST OUR PET BANDIT=VILLA (Conctuded from Page 4) the strength of Villa with the people in most commendatory terms, and said that it was the unanimous opinion of those present, in- cluding Villa, that the only way to save Mexico from the tyrant, and to revenge Villa and all others for the insults heaped on them by the United States and the accursed gringos that inhabit that cow- ardly and decadent country, was to declare war on the United States at some future period. To that end Zapata was besought to join with the all-conquering Villa and invade the United States. It was pointed out in the letter that this would be a simple procedure, as the white-livered gringos wouldn’t fight and were in abject fear of Mexico, anyhow, and especially in abject fear of Villa and his brave soldiers, and what did Zapata think of it? The letter was dated January 8, 1916, and besought Zapata to consider this proj- ect well and favorably. It named June eighth, six months from that time, as a suitable moment for Zapata to come north with his troops, meantime recruiting them to full strength for this patriotic and absurdly simple and easy enterprise. Villa would also recruit his troops and prepare them, and together Villa and Zapata would sweep right up to yf es may seize the capital, imprison the President, and Mex- icanize the whole business. Now that letter was dated January eighth. A few days later sixteen American citizens— mining men, engineers, fine repre- sentative chaps—were taken off a train at Santa Isabel by soldiers of Villa and massacred, murdered brutally without a chance to defend themselves. This nat- urally excited America, especially as some previous murders of American citizens had been charged to Villa. There was some talk of sending our soldiers after Villa, or the Villa men who murdered these Amer- icans at Santa Isabel, but Carranza gave assurances that they would be punished and, later, that they had been punished, and it was not definitely established, it was | said, that Villa actually had anything to do | with the affair. In one of the two portfolios found at | Columbus there was a leather pocketbook marked with the name of Evans. Evans | was the name of one of the men killed at Santa Isabel. Still that didn’t clinch it entirely. The proof that Villa was there was found on the body of a Mexican officer killed at Columbus. It was a diary, and it was kept either by Francisco Prado or Alfredo Amezena. Both names appear in the book. This diary begins on January 1, 1916, and gives the places visited by the Villa troops until the tenth. The Diary of a Bandit The entry on the tenth is: “This morn- ing at about eleven A. M. we assaulted two killing seventeen gringos, leaving shortly afterwards to sleep at Lagos.” It continues: “‘ Eleventh, we left for the Cienega. Twelfth, we left for Lajoya. February fifteenth, Santa Ana ranch, we defeated the enemy, having taken one hun- dred and fourteen prisoners; more than eighty killed and their horses and arms captured.” There are various entries of places stopped at until March third, when the diarist says: “We left Colonio Pacheco without any pro- visions for ourselves. March fourth, we traveled about ten leagues, where we en- countered cattle. We had nothing to eat but meat. March fifth: To-day we started out and traveled eight leagues, killing plenty of cattle to provision ourselves. Sixth, we left the cafion in the afternoon. March seventh, this morning finds us with- out enything new, having traveled all of last night and a part of to-day.” That ends the diary, and in the early morning of March ninth the attack was made on Columbus. Thus two things are made certain: The first is that Villa instigated the killing of the Watson party at Santa Isabel. The second is that he determined not to wait for his colleague Zapata to join him in his scheme for declaring war on the United States, but determined to force the issue and make war himself individually. It has been said, by those who know Villa, that he invaded Columbus because he felt that invasion would force the United States to intervene, and would make him the national hero again, to whom all classes of Mexicans would rally in order to repel the gringos who had entered their sacred confines and thus given all a common cause. It is claimed by many who know of the Mexican situation that Villa, obsessed of himself to the verge of insanity, and see- ing no hope for further successes against Carranza in Mexico, first killed the Amer- icans on the Hearst ranch, hoping that this would stir the United States to action. Nothing was done. Then he killed the Americans at Santa Isabel. The United States took no aggressive action. Then he played his last card, and invaded Amer- ican territory, killed American soldiers and ater and ran back to see what would na conceit he felt that this action would put Mexico behind him, in case the United States did act, or would enable him to make ppen It is held that out of his enormous self- stronger his anti-American propaganda, in | case the United States did nothing more than protest to Carranza. He is not with- out his friends. It is undoubtedly true that he has known definitely every move- ment the United States has made. He has not attained his desired result, up to the time this was written, for, to all public appearances, Carranza is acting in good faith and coéperating with the American | soldiers in the attempt to capture him. | However, a lot of things may happen before this article, written on March twenty-first is printed, and those will be written about | as they occur. The Poultice or the Knife? The raid at Columbus was in the early hours of the morning. Villa came in, with | four or five hundred men, from the south, using a big ditch to conceal his men, and | attacked the town and the camp of soldiers. The real story of that attack is not to be written yet. There are a lot of features about it that have not been investigated. It is sufficient to say here that, as best I can get it, Villa lost about a hundred men, and in a few days some of our soldiers went after him. The American forces have been increased, day by day, since the first entry. The point of the whole situation is that, finally stirred to action, the American Gov- ernment has set out to get Villa, and, as officially proclaimed, has no other idea. What the result will be cannot be predicted. There are many, familiar with Mexico and the Mexicans, who say that a clash with the Carranza authorities and troops is inevi- table, and that Carranza will not go beyond a certain point in his permissions and coép- erations. That is of the future. If our soldiers get Villa and kill him, as everybody | hopes they will, and withdraw, then Mexico will remain a problem still. chase of Villa results, as it is a widespread border opinion that it will, in intervention and the restoration of good government in that harassed and stricken land, the prob- lem will be in process of the only solution, | as many Americans think, that is possible. But if this | The Villa assault and the Villa chase are | merely incidents, lamentable as the killing of American citizens may be. They have served their purpose of putting Mexico in such a position in our statecraft and poli- tics that Mexico cannot be shunted aside or ignored any longer. Something must be done in, for, or about Mexico. The mere capture of this bandit will not settle any- thing. His assault is a concrete evidence of the temper of the Mexican people toward the United States. In his insanely egotistic way he typifies the feeling of coniiy all Mexico toward the United States. His murdering and 3 are the result’ of a long-growing tontempt for us and our institutions and our army. Villa we will abolish that contempt, so far as he is personally concerned, but not nationally. Therefore Mexico, for five years a sore spot, is now sorer than ever, and there is nothing academic about that inflammation so far as the United States is concerned. It is a specific ulceration. If it is true we do not understand the Mexicans, it is ten times truer that the Mexicans do not un- derstand us, and the time seems to be at hand for the use of either a poultice or a knife on the offending inflammation. 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ee ee THE SATURDAY THE MAN HUNTERS (Concluded from Page 13 examination. He was not hampered by the legal restrictions of English or American courts. He was a skilled official and he put the person before him through the ordeal of a grilling third degree. When he had finished he called in the official having charge of the scientific branch of the criminal- investigation department. “| have obtained a confession with respect to this affair,”’ he said; “‘ but before I make it known to anybody I wish to compare it with your report. I desire you to examine this broken secretary, the tools with which it was accomplished, and report to me how many persons were engaged in the act, and their trade if that fact is disclosed by the evidence.” The scientific branch of the criminal- investigation department at once undertook the solution of this problem. Here were three tools, which seemed to indicate the joint labor of three persons. The experts at once pronounced these tools a carpenter’s chisel, a locksmith’s chisel and the chisel of a joiner. It would seem, then, as the sim- plest deduction, that a carpenter, a lock- smith and a joiner had broken open the secretary. But this theory was at once rejected. The carpenter’s chisel was an old, abandoned tool and not such an implement as one of that class would carry about with him as a working tool. It was evident that it had been picked up somewhere by some person not in possession of the ordinary tools of a workman of this guild. Moreover, they discovered that this tool had been simply used as a wedge because of its exceedingly thin blade. It had been driven in close to the lock in order to ferce up the roll-top suf- ficiently to permit the use of the two other tools. The scientific branch of the criminal- investigation department reported to the examining magistrate that the secretary had been forced open by two persons work- ing respectively on each side of the desk with the locksmith’s chisel and the joiner’s chisel, using the old carpenter’s chisel as a wedge; that the force applied on each side with the respective tools had been exerted in such a manner as to indicate the work could not have been done by one person; that the first person must have held the desk firmly in one corner with the joiner’s tool while the second applied sufficient force with the other tool to break the lock The fracture was unskillfully performed. Though the tools of the joiner and lock- smith were used, the persons making use of them were not workmen of those classes. The scientific branch could not inform the magistrate to what vocation in life the per- sons accomplishing this work belonged. But it could assure him that they were not carpenters, locksmiths or joiners; they were not professional cracksmen of any kind. The two persons engaged were amateurs. Information for Judge and Jury The magistrate in charge of this affair then pointed out that this report confirmed a confession which he had obtained from the young valet of the banker. He had as- sisted the old valet, not only in the assassi- nation but also in the subsequent robbery. The two of them had broken open the secretary with the chiseis of a joiner and a locksmith,which he had stolen for the pur- pose, assisted by a carpenter’s old chisel which they had picked up about the prem- ises. The magistrate explained that he wished to verify this statement before he made it known, because the old valet, in spite of all pressure, had stoutly denied every detail of the confession. Almost ten years ago the Italian author- ity, Niceforo, pointed out that the method, common to English and American courts, of undertaking to present the scene of a criminal act to a jury by the verbal testi- mony of witnesses belonged to the Stone Age of criminal investigation. The Anglo-Saxon is notoriously against progress in legal procedure. He adheres to methods adapted only to conditions that have ceased to exist, and he resists every new device. It was early evident to the Italian author- ities that a jury or a judge could never get more than a confused idea of the theater of a crime out of the mere examination of wit- nesses who had inspected it. They discov- ered almost fifty years ago, in the celebrated assassination of the Duchess of Praslin, that two-thirds of the time of the court was taken up in trying to get precise facts out of the testimony of witnesses, and to settle contested questions over the position of furniture or articles in the room at the place of the assassination, bloodstains, evi- dences of struggle, and all the indicatory aspect of the chamber in which the famous crime had been enacted. Besides, witnesses could not remember certain details. Wasa chair here on the floor or at another point? Was a certain drawer of the secretary open or closed? And the like. It became evi- dent to the Italian authorities that some method must be adopted to present to the trial court an exact, unquestioned concep- tion of the theater of a crime in all of its details, precisely as it appeared when dis- covered by the police. They first undertook to get along with a drawing. This method was almost imme- diately followed by a system of photog- raphy. They worked out a plan by making careful photographs of the place of a crime. If the crime had been committed in a house they began by photographing the ap- proaches to the house. If it was the work of a burglar or cracksman the photographs included the door or window forced, the halls or corridors followed by the criminal in his entry or exit. Advanced Continental Methods This application of photography worked out by the Italian authorities and various European detective centers enabled all prosecutions presented to a court to be ac- companied with an exact view of the whole theater of crime precisely as it was found by the police inspectors. From these pho- tographs, properly arranged, the trial court or examining magistrate had an accurate view of the whole course traversed by the criminal, together with an exact picture of the actual theater of the crime, with all the indicatory evidences directly shown. Thus, at one stroke, the Italian authori- ties removed all the interminable, confused inquiry with respect to the indicatory evi- dence at the theater of a crime that so clutters an English criminal trial. In addition to this, in order that there might be no question about distances they adopted a plan of photographing a tape measure in the picture; so there was disclosed in the photograph itself its own accurate seale of distance. The detective centers of Europe have perfected this application of photography. It is now a thing extraordinarily efficient. They have worked out what is called the Photographie judiciaire métrique. Nothing like this tremendous advance is known to the average English-speaking criminal investigator. The criminal courts still blunder along with the methods of the Stone Age, bla- tantly asserting that our devices are the best in the world, ignorant of the advance of other peoples, refusing to define the word foreign except by the term inferior! For the most part, our minor courts do not even know that advanced methods of criminal investigation exist. In some measure they make use of finger prints and photographs Occasionally the film of a camera or the plate of a local photographer is brought in and offered as evidence in a criminal trial Sometimes the court permits this exhibit to be introduced and sometimes it reject it. But it is nearly always a crude affair, subject to attack. For many years the great Italian author- ities, the centers at Vienna, Berlin and Paris, have been at work to reduce criminal inv estigation to an exact science. The learned universities have given their atten- tion to the questions involved. Able men have devoted their lives to perfecting meth- ods and devices for the preservation and translation of evidential signs at the place of a crime. All these data are practically unknown to the American people. Not even Scotland Yard seems conscious of the exact devices used every day by the service of the Sdreté, across the channel in Paris. On this smug, complacent egotism of the Anglo-Saxon the advance of other nations impresses itself not at all. “The earth has her boundaries,” Flau- bert used to say, speaking of the criminal tribunal at Etampes, “ but human stupidity extends to the stars!” Author’s Note— See the original works of Reiss Niceforo, and other authorities heretofore cited in this series. EVENING Cabinet S « Deor Full-sise Three Burner Stove without Oven) Gient Burner Onl Heater (Visible Flame Model ¥— eS —- ‘ vY » Oo »* 4 \y 0 ° (Oo GC o 4 ~ POST 47 Bd a BURN OIL AND GASOLINE N thousands of homes every year men and wome are finding that Detroit Vapor Stoves give the conver ience of city gas without piping or pressure tanks The secret is all in our wonderful giant burners. 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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST a ES aE RENE) New Lubricant \ April 22, 1916 resists heat-prevents rapid formation of solid matter in your crank case High temperatures in your automobile engine turn a large part of ordinary oil inte black solid matter—your car’s greatest enemy. This new lubricant prevents rapid sedimentation, protects metal surfaces, reduces expense. Ordinary oils break down under the terrific heat of an automobile engine after a few hours’ use. A large part of the oil forms black sediment and loses lubricating value. The sedi- ment is destroyed oil—heat killed all lubricating value in it. Solid matter in your oil means wear in your engine The polished surfaces of bearings and cylinder walls appear smooth to the naked eye, but a magnifying glass will show you that even the nest has surfaces are rough and consist of sharp points and depressions. In the Ford engine, for example, there are over 600 square inches of metal-to- metal surface—an area more than five times as large as this page When the microscopic teeth of these surfaces are rubbed together they are broken off—worn down. The thin film of oil which forms a nearly frictionless cushion between metal sur- faces —such as in the bearings, or between cylinder walls and pistons--is all that prevents your motor from seiz- ing and destruction. As long as the film of oil thoroughly covers the metal-to-metal surfaces, the motor will run without excessive wear, but as soon as the oil is turned into solid matter the microscopic teeth begin to grind How solid matter damages your car The black solid matter formed by ordinary oils pre- vents the liquid from reaching the friction points where it is needed. This does not mean that the sediment clogs the pump or pipes, although that trouble may occur. It means that the sediment which is inactive or negative partially crowds out the remaining liquid oil. This under-supply of oil sedimentation, insures generous lubrication and, except where mechanical faults exist, prevents troublesome carbon deposits. Relative oil destruction When tests are run with the same motor under precisely the same operating conditions, using lubricants causes friction—heat—seiz- ing—wear—loss of power and expensive repairs. Automobile engineers state that from 50°; to 75°; of repairs and fully 50°; of depreciation are due to im- proper lubrication. Furthermore, there is a marked tendency for oils which sedimentize rapidly to form voluminous carbon deposits Within the explosion chambers and on the piston- heads heavy deposits of carbon frequently accumulate from ordi- nary oils. This carbon retains the in- tense heat of the explosion and the pro- jecting particles become white hot and ignite the gas too soon. The preignited SION 2000 tc PISTON HEADS 300° to 1000 Fa PISTON WALLS _ 290° t0400' Fah explosion smashes down upon the piston before the upstroke is complete — power is delivered in the reverse direction. This evil, indicated by knocking, causes wear and tear on These High Operating Temperatures Cause Rapid Destruction of Ordinary Oils of different chemical structure and suitability, a re- markable variation will be found in the amount of oil destroyed by heat. This is shown by the amount of and friction, the greatest enemy of your engine, does its your entire engine. deadly work. The new lubricant that resists heat prevents rapid

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black sediment which settles out of each after standing The contents of the three bottles shown illustrate clearly the relative durability of ordinary oil and of Veedol, the new lubricant that resists heat. Veedol deposits only a small fraction as much sediment as ordinary oil. The rapidity with which the oil is destroyed and the volume of sediment formed depend upon its chemical structure. Structurally, there is a fundamental difference be- tween ordinary oils and Veedol. Ordinary oils are unstable and therefore unservice- able because of weak, non-heat-resisting chemical structure. Oils of this kind are unfit for use in any type of automobile or other internal combustion motor. Such oils make trouble and increase maintenance cost in direct proportion to their rate of destruction when exposed to heat. Consequently the amount of oil used and the cost of lubrication per mile depend not on the price per gallon but on ability to resist heat. The new lubricant, Veedol, is very different. Special processes of manufacture developed by this company and the use of Pennsylvania paraffine-base crude oil give Veedol its unusual chemical structure, and its remarkable heat-resisting ability. Make this test Remove the drain plug from the lowest part of your motor crank case and allow all old oil to run out. Re- place the plug, fill the sump up to correct oil level with kerosene and run the motor slowly under its own power for about thirty seconds to cleanse the interior. Then draw out all kerosene. Replace the drain plug and refill with Veedol. The exact amount of fuel and oil in the car should be recorded and a reading of the speedometer taken before 9 yee * USE — BEFORE ORDINARY OIL USE AFTER USE Showing Finely Divided Solid Matter in Su VEEDOL AFTER USE pension starting. Then let a test be run over a familiar road, including steep hills and straight level stretches, for any distance up to five hundred miles or more. You will find that your motor has acquired new pick-up and hill-climbing ability, due to the maximum mechanical efficiency made possible through Veedol You will find your mileage on both gasoline and oil increases. You will reduce your carbon trouble. Your motor will have more power. First scientific facts Years of experiment preceded the production of Veedol. For the first time in the history of the in- dustry, a laboratory was equipped for the sole purpose of testing motor oils in all types of motors. A corps of chemists and mechanical engineers was employed and an exhaustive series of new experiments was made. The first problem was to produce a lubricant of such chemical properties that it would resist the high tem- peratures of internal combustion motors. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST The second problem was to determine for each lubricating system, the oil of proper viscosity, or body, for efficient lubrication. This was done for each of the ten systems now in use in all the various makes of automobiles. On the basis of these exclusive experiments, this new lubricant is made now in grades or bodies best suited to each motor. There is no guess-work about the quality of Veedol; its properties are based upon 37 years’ experience in scientifically manufacturing and testing the highest grade petroleum products Constant research is carried on in this laboratory. No results are considered will be interested in making your own tests of this remarkable new lubricant. Where you can buy Veedol Progressive dealers everywhere have secured Veed and can supply you. Look for the orange and black Veedol sign. Each dealer is supplied with a large chart spe fying the right body of Veedol for each automobile, motor-boat or motor-cycle. If, for any reason, you cannot get Veedol at once write direct to the Platt & Washburn Refining Co. 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THE SATURDAY F you have the young man’s natural incli- nation for a sack suit so new in style that the designer’s chalk, figuratively speaking, still lingers upon it, glance at this — THE KIRSCHBAUM “VOGUE” Note the narrow lapels: the two closely spaced buttons: the high-waist effect—and then con- sider how it would look in the new gray plaids, banjo stripes or color-flecked mixtures $15, $20, $25 and up to $40 A. B. KIRSCHBAUM CO, PHILADELPHIA NEW YORK “Look for the fixed price and Guarantee Ticket on the sleeve” EVENING POST April 22, 1916 THE MAKING OF MIKE (Concluded from Page 8) His will to sleep came strong and cunning as a wolf in sight of its prey. Desperately he fought against it. The enemy would overcome and drag him into slumber, and then he would drive it away. For hours this lonely struggle of life against death con- tinued. By and by he began to creep out of the straw. Thank God, he could see light! What? Yes. The sun was shining. The storm had passed. Deep snow glistened in the light. There was the house not a hun- dred feet from where he lay and smoke was coming out of its chimney. The smoke had a friendly look. No, he was not dreaming now. It was real sunlight, real smoke! He got to his feet and fell sideways. His legs felt like a pair of stilts. He rose and fell again. He couldn’t stand. He began to creep toward the house on his hands and knees. He imagined that the snow felt warm on his wrists. Near the door he felt something hard under one of his knees. It had hurt a little. He stopped and looked. It was one of the sticks of wood that he had thrown into the darkness. He tried to pick it up and toss it aside, but his hand would not obey him. His thumb and fingers re- fused to work. He got to the door and struck it with the back of his hand. The sound was like that of a stone striking the timber. He looked at his hand. It was as stiff as if it had been stuck full of needles. He heard footsteps and voices, and then the door opened. He felt the warm air of the room and saw a man standing in the door- way. “Heavens and earth! ter?” said the man. -“‘Been out all night in the storm,” said Mike as he knelt on the doorstep. The man leaned over and looked into his face. “Don’t you know you're froze, boy?” he exclaimed. “T know it. said Mike. The man and his wife lifted the boy to his feet and helped him into the door, and sat him down. Then they ran out of the room like a pair of seared rabbits. One brought a wash boiler full of snow, the other a pail of water from the well. The woman poured the water upon the snow while the man tried to remove Mike’s boots. ““He’s shot full of frost and the leather is nailed to his legs!” said he. “ We'll have to cut ’em off, Mary.” He slit boots and steckings from top to toe with his knife and stripped them off, and put Mike’s legs in the icy water. Mean- while the woman had pulled off his mittens and immersed his hands. Then she began to rub his face and ears with the wet snow. Mike writhed and groaned as the frost coming out formed a sheath of ice on his feet, legs and hands. It was like pulling needles. Then Nature had its struggle in trying to reconnect its countless nerves and channels so long clogged and cut off. The boy bore it bravely, and all that day the man and woman worked upon him. They succeeded in drawing the frost, but his hands and feet were swollen and powerless. The blizzard had begun again and they couldn’t go for the doctor, who lived nine miles away. So they put Mike to bed. It was all they could do for him. What's the mat- I’m just a chunk of ice,” Mike’s Novel Proposal Three days passed before they could get the doctor. They were days of great agony for poor Mike. The doctor said that he was beyond help. His hands and the lower ends of his legs were already dead. There was a chance that an operation would save the rest of him. That, however, depended on his vitelity. The doctor had brought his instruments and all the ether and chloro- form that he had been able to buy in the little town where he practiced. He had not enough, however, for the big job ahead of him. It was hard on Mike, and it ex- hausted the doctor and the man and woman who helped him. The boy went through it bravely and clung to his life, and passed the danger point and waxed strong. His father was poor and Mike would not permit himself to be thrown upon him. He insisted that the state should take care of him. Both feet and one hand were gone, but the doctor had saved the thumb and the main part of his left hand. He could get about somewhat in the fashion of a monkey. The charity commissioner ar- ranged for his keep at a farmhouse. Now the whips of pain and loss and pride had had a remarkable effect on the boy. His brain was awake. His spirit be- gan to feel its strength. He made a plan and then a proposition to the commissioner. If the state would give him a set of artificial limbs and a year in school he would release it from all further liability. The propo- sition was accepted. They took him to Chicago, where he was fitted with new feet and a right hand. Soon he was able to walk as upright and as steadily as ever. A Study in Minutes His schooling began. With his one thumb he could hold a pen or a pencil and turn the leaves of his books. Mike had been stripped pretty bare. He had his brain and one year in which to make it a useful posses- sion. He sat one night thinking of these two assets. He took his pencil and began to make figures. His brain was as good as ever; the year had only three hundred and sixty-five days but there would be more than half a million minutes in it. Most boys of his age would need at least five years for an education—that meant, say, two and a half millions of minutes. There were fourteen hundred and forty minutes ina day. He figured out how boys gener- ally spent their time. It was about as follows: 540 minutes in bed 180 minutes in eating, bathing dressing 180 minute 120 minute 210 minute 210 minutes 1440 Mike decided to spend in bed n eating, bathing, 42() minute 50 minute sing 970 minutes in study in and out of 1440 This schedule would enable him to put five years of the average boy’s effort into the one year ahead of him. Thereafter that year became in his view a collection of min- utes. Of course he would need exercise, but he could be going over his lessons while he walked to and from school and did the chores. The teacher, seeing the boy’s eagerness to learn, spent many evenings helping him in his arithmetic and algebra. Mike strode ahead of his classes. He was the wonder and the talk of the neighborhood. He be gan to enjoy one by-product of which he had never thought—the fruit of good ad- vertising. The intensive method of study that he had adopted had advertised him as a unit of power in the community. That puts it in rather plain, commercial terms, but they clearly express the fact. Mike didn’t pose as a born phenomenon. He laid it all to hard work. At the end of the year the value of that advertising began to show itself, and he got a license to teach. He taught seven years, the last three as head of the Renville High School.’ He was elected to the lower house of the state legislature in 1900 and served for two sessions as its speaker. In his political work he won the friendship of William McKinley, who sent him to the Philippines as a special commissioner. Soon after his work began there he went to see the sultan of Sulu to engage his inter- est in the cause of education. The sultan was bored. He wouldn't listen. Some- thing had to be done to catch the attention of the barbarian monarch. Mike removed his right hand and threw it on the floor be- tween them. In half a moment he had taken off both his feet and tossed them be- fore the astonished sultan. He caught his head between his elbow and left hand and began to turn it as if intending to add that to the pile. The sultan ran to his side with a look of delight, saying: “Keep your head on! I want to talk with you and learn the secret of your magic.” Mike held up his one thumb and told his story to the sultan, who learned what a man may accomplish in America with one thumb and a brain and the will to make the most of them.

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Branches Everywhere Owe WANTED NEW IDEAS i's {e ventions Wanted by manufacturers and $1,000,000 in prizes offered for inventions. Our four books sent Free. Send sketch for Free opinion as to patentability. Victor J. Evans & Co., 727 Ninth, Washington, D. C. THE SATURDAY THE SAVING SENSE (Continued from Page 2! “Tt isn’t a laughing matter,” the watch officer said acridly. The Frenchman nodded. “It is of a magnificence, however he murmured. Then he seemed to indicate an invisible presence in the mist about them. “Fallon!” he said dryly. The other drew the hood over the useless compass with a bitter: “Of course, when the _ investigation comes up they'll say I was on watch. I'd | ought to ’a’ known better than to ’a’ stayed with this man. I knew he was a fool!” De Querouaille smiled, brushing his neat mustache, “By the way, Captain Ramsey handed | me a paper some time ago with a positior marked on it. Land was reported near here, he said. Would it—ah—help you at the investigation?” “He knew, then!” the mate snarled “‘He was warned—and—why : snatched the proffered paper from the lieu tenant’s fingers and held it under the bridge lamp, devoured the figures noted thereon, and looked up gravely. “‘Thank you, sir His write of hand. That's enough to square me—that and the trick he played on you about the sounding machine.” “It doesn’t—it cannot be actuated?” suggested De Querouaille. “Right, sir. .But’’—he cast a quick seamanlike glance about him—‘‘I'd best be hustling. He won't know what to do.” “*Boats?” the lieutenant whispered, light ing a cigarette, “Everything, sir,” was the reply; and the man dropped down the ladder, his earnest, composed countenance upturned an instant before he disappeared, as if in brief farewell. Alone on the bridge, De Querouaille com- posed himself to study the scene. His ex- perienced eye took in the half-hearted endeavors of the crew to swing out the boats, the apparent indifference of the en gineers and stokers gathered under a far- away deck light; then he turned his attention | to the steamer and carefully figured on her chances. His ears told him that there was an area hidden in the mist where there were neither breaking swells nor moving water. The crackling seas about the Marathon’s bows were harmless. She lay immobile, as if bedded firmly down. A sudden thought struck him and he traveled aft by way of the upper bridge deck. glance at the sounding machine told him it had been impossible to use it. He peered round and picked up a small tub of line with a lead lying in the midst of it This he tested and then let it go over the rail, measuring the light, strong cable ell by ell as it was drawn over and into the water His face bore an expression of extrem solicitude the while. Now and then he leaned far out and scanned the slant of t! line quivering out astern. When the lead line was at last slac! his hands the lieutenant pursed his lips “The bows are deeply imbedded in the reef,”” he thought to himself; “but there i a hundred feet of water under the sterr and a five-knot current making out. Thi steamer will either break in two or slip off and sink.” With this knowledge concealed in h own bosom, De Querouaille proceeded to his cabin and relaxed on the lounge an smoked cigarette after cigarette, occasior ally glancing at his watch. He was wholly undisturbed by the tramp of feet above him, the slamming room doors in far-away passages, or the rarely heard call of an anx ious woman. The dark opening of his port was graying when he roused himself at last and went on deck. The mist still infolded the stricken steamer, Gripped from every stanchion, and draped the outswung boat in steamy wreaths. The members of the crew, standing at their stations, stared at the neat uniform and murmured among themselves with relief. De Querouaille overheard one man sa) plainly to his mate: “Lucky for us there’s a gov’ment chap aboard! He’ll see that things go right He found Ramsey at his desk in his bis cabin. There was no outward sign that th« master of the Marathon was unusually turbed. He turned his florid face to hi visitor with a brief: “We'll soon have daylight and hau! off into deep water.” (Continued on Page 54 { dis EVENING | BEECH- N CRAB-APPLE JELLY is made of sound, ripe crab-apples, cooked in silver-lined kettles with only white granulated sugar added. Find out for yourself what conservative housewives every- where are finding out that Beech-Nut jams, jellies and marma- lades are better made than those that can be produced with ordinary household facilities. 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Guaranteed — per tag at- tached — for 5,000 miles F your dealer can’t su ply, do not accept a st & stitute, but send us $15 for a full-size Ostermoor, ex- press prepaid. Money back if not satished after 30 days’ trial. ~. OSTERMOOR The day's tasks be- Mattress $15. up come delightful adven- : the ‘ ai do tures when complete A postal brings 144-page FREE book of mattresses, springs, rest arrives on the wings of the morning. : s cushions, etc., with many sam- ples of ticking. OSTERMOOR & CO., 116 Elizabeth St., New York Alaska Feather & Down Co., Montreal Canadian Agency (Continued from Page 51) “You have no doubt, then? The ship is unhurt?” the lieutenant inquired. “Not at all. A mere ridge of coral awash at all times. The ship took the ground easily and we shall proceed on our voyage.” “Then you don’t believe that this is the spot Captain Fallon meant?” Ramsey shook his head. “You don’t see any island, do you? Merely a reef.” ““Most unfortunate!’ said dryly. Then he haven’t wirelessed yet?”’ Ramsey flushed. “No need of that. Plenty of time later. Needlessly alarm the passengers.” The lieutenant stared a moment and then took his departure. Outside he peered into the thinning mist, wondering just what grounds the captain had for making little of the disaster. “Tf Fallon and De Grasse are not here,” he thought coldly, “it will be a catas- trophe.”” He glanced back at the latticed door that concealed Ramsey. ‘“‘A fool!" he said to himself. With the quickness of a hand brushing away a veil, a strong shaft of sunlight swept the fog aside and displayed before De Querouaille’s eyes the low, colorless con- tour of a small atoll, the broken circle of which was intercepted by the bows of the Marathon. Evidently the steamer had taken the ground directly in the shallow entrance to the lagoon, and the breakers that had washed about her during the night were mere surf of an ebbing tide. But, much more engrossing than the plight of the vessel on which he stood, was the apparition across the island. On its farther rim a large ship was careened far over on her bilge, her slender masts thrust- ing out at an acute angle with the inner water. Beyond this, and a couple of miles ’ De Querouaille went on: ‘You | distant, on the deepening sapphire of the | sea, rode a two-masted schooner, which De | Querouaille’s keen eyes recognized as the | craft in which Fallon and De Grasse had left Papeete. Instantly the lieutenant forgot the Mar- athon and Ramsey. Here was an absorb- ing mystery. He puckered his eyes. A low exclamation parted his compressed lips. He mounted swiftly to the bridge and snatched a pair of glasses from the rack. With these adjusted before his eyes he read the meaning of the scene, occasionally muttering to himself as he studied the com- plicated symbols in which the sea had written the story of the loss of the Lady of India and the prodigious tragedy of Alois Fallon. Though he was not unobservant that the schooner was slowly making in for the atoll, he seemed impatient of any diver- sion from the business at hand, which was the interpretation of the catastrophe that had overtaken the great sailing ship lying a wreck on the white coral, and which, he was amazedly sure, was about to be re- enacted before his unbelieving eyes in the case of the doomed Marathon. Once or twice he lowered the binocular and seemed about to rush from his post for some purpose; each time he shook his head petulantly and resumed his steady scrutiny. The sun was well risen when he lowered his glass at last and knew that the chief engineer was beside him. The two met each other’s eyes and De Querouaille asked: ““Much damage done below?” “Plenty,” was the slow reply. “Then that schooner had quick!” the lieutenant went on. “He’s got plenty of time,” was the re- sponse. “We're hard and fast, all right. l wonder how we ever—oh, well! Acci- dents will happen.” De Querouaille bent his keen glance on his companion and laughed without any evidence of pleasure. “Do you see anything extraordinary about that wreck in there?”’ he demanded. “Nothing except that it’s strange we never sighted it before,”’ the engineer said promptly. The lieutenant handed him his glass. “Look!” he urged him; and then: “What do you think?” “Looks as if she had been sunk for years and then washed up,” was the reply. “Right you are! Every plank and stick in her is knotted with weeds and armored with barnacles,”” De Querouaille said qui- etly. “Yards, decks—everything has been submerged for years. Understand?” “What?” demanded the engineer with sudden intensity. better be April 22, 1916 “We are viewing a resurrection, my friend,” the lieutenant answered sharply. “That ship is just up from the bottom of thesea. Look yourself closely, chief. She's dripping brine from that broken topgallant yard.” The engineer stared, his pallid face glis- tening with sweat. “You're right,” he muttered. “‘What does it mean? How did she—where did she come from?” “From where we are going,”’ was the cool response. “It will be interesting to observe the return of the long-lost and newly found to the profundities. You ob- serve, my dear chief? That which rose is sinking again. The ship redescends to the depths!” It was true. Before their eyes a long, sharp, taut line of lucent water lifted above the farther rim of the atoll, sparkled like a wall of sapphire and then tumbled ina heavy wave, which underran the careened vesse! This wave did not ebb. The slender strand that had shown beyond the bulk was bur- ied; the sea was rising steadily while they gazed entranced, covering the whitened coral with eddying pools, which deepened, joined, suddenly united with the lagoon. The atoll had vanished. The low, sloping masts of the wreck leaned and dipped their tilted yards into the heaving surface of the smoothly running and unbroken sea. The chief engineer shook. ‘Like a tide!”” he muttered. “But so high! Not like any tide ever heard of.” He started violently. “Our ship—the Marathon “Yes,” the lieutenant assented in a gen- tle voice. He held up one hand as a shrill yell rose from below. “‘ Captain Fallon will have to hurry.” “Fallon?” repeated the engineer. “‘ You mean Ramsey. I wish Fallon was here! My boilers He vanished. Ramsey heaved himself to the bridge. ran to the binnacle and peered at the com- pass. “We're slipping off into deep water,” he rasped. ‘Bottom gone—sink like a stone!” He hurried away with grotesque ges- tures, like a cramped swimmer. And shortly there arose from the decks the mur- mur of men afraid and women distraught. De Querouaille listened, but did not move. With steady hands he picked up the binoc- ular again and focused it on the schooner footing it slowly before the mild breeze. The Marathon, sinking into the sea, was tremorless, giving no sign of resistance to her destiny. Her decks maintained the same angle; the waves flashing over her subsiding bows did not disturb the tran- quillity of her dissolution. And in spite of the tumult, regardless of the creaking of blocks, the hoarse calls of officers and the wail of women, the schooner, barely half a mile away, neither hastened her maneuvers nor seemed aware of the tragedy that was being enacted. “Fallon!” yelled Ramsey, returning to the bridge in wild leaps and pawing at the papers in his private drawer in the chart house. “‘My vessel going down—he never stirs a hand! Come on, lieutenant! Last boat!”” He threw a despairing glance about him. “She won’t last another five min- utes.” He ran off. De Querouaille watched him go and lit another cigarette, leaning on the rail and gazing dispassionately down on the boats, which were pulling away in various direc- tions. He glanced at the three masts just apparent above the sea’s surface and smiled to himself. When the schooner ranged quietly within a hundred yards and swung slowly into the wind he nodded down to the elderly man standing on the little poop deck. *“*How much farther will the water rise, Captain Fallon?” De Querouaille inquired calmly. “About enough to reach your bridge,” was the equally calm response. “Then you'd better hurry,”” De Querou- aille answered, flicking the ash from his cigarette. “‘The Marathon’s after bulk- heads are closed and intact, I think. I don’t believe anyone thought to open them. She'll turn turtle pretty soon.” With a single step Fallon quit the schooner’s deck for a small boat and sculled slowly over to the steamer’s side. Resting one hand on the great steel flank he felt for a sign. He looked up. “‘She’s straining,” he said briefly. He caught a swinging fall and came agilely to the bridge. ” (Centinued on Page 56)

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The huge steamer heeled over on one side, the boats rising and falling round her to the steady set of the Pacific | swell, the three mastheads rising out of the sea. “You know,” he went on, “I promised her I would come back.” With a slight bow De Querouaille re- moved his gold-laced cap. ““Permit me to revere her memory, sir,” he said respectfully. “Tt is thirty years,”’ Captain Fallon mur- mured, “They— women who love men forget,”’ the lieutenant said briefly. The elder turned his gray face to his com- panion. “It was our bridal voyage,” he said. “I could not extricate my ship. I sent my crew off to find land and send help. They did not rejoin us. For three weeks the tide ebbed and flowed but did not overrun the island; but I knew that sooner or later it would,” “That is plain,” the lieutenant said politely. “A glance at the configuration of the sea’s bottom, a note of the submarine gulf of which this is the head — one compre- hends that at certain periods the strong currents, walled in below the surface of the ocean, will inevitably pile up great masses of water here captain.” “That was what I figured,”’ Fallon said, nodding his head. ‘‘ And there was one boat do not left, the dinghy; and no one besides myself. | You see? The ship lay where there was a tide 1 couldn't calculate. sometimes swiftly, sometimes slowly. You see?” Fallon fixed his weary eyes on the lieutenant. ‘There had been a long time when this atoll was buried very deep. When would the tide reach its final stage? Would it be slowly, inch by inch and foot by foot? Or would a wave come out of the night and overwhelm us? For days and nights I did not sleep. I stayed by her, ready at any sound of roaring water to pick her up and push off in the small boat.” “You did not sleep?” De Querouaille murmured, Fallon brushed a gnarled hand over his eyes. “Yet it seems that I did sleep. The wave came in the light, shaking the sea. I could nut waken her . . . in time. So I found myself afloat in the dinghy alone.” “In the dinghy—alone!”’ the lieutenant repeated. “In the dinghy,” had fallen asleep; thought. But one does not take photo- graphs in a dream. I| reached shore with a photograph in my pocket, taken with her camera. So | know that the things that happened were so.” “It was so,"" De Querouaille affirmed. “And as | looked away toward the wreck in the morning--the mastheads only showed above the sea. My wife—who was dead—-waved her white hand to me from the main truck. So I returned.” “So you returned,’’ De Querouaille said in a strong voice, bowing his bared head. “After thirty years,” Fallon concluded in a hoarse whisper. ‘‘You understand? 1 was unable to find the island again. No one would have believed me. But I knew.” You knew,” was the assent. “And you speak truth when you state that no one would have believed you. But you prom- ised? Eh, my friend? Therefore you came back— is it not? And it is true, is it not?” De Querouaille laid his thin fingers on the old man’s arm. ‘And she will come!” he said positively. “It goes without speak- ing—is it not?” The Marathon surged beneath them and a loud cry rose from the boats riding on the shimmering sea. A moment later the big ship floated free of the reef, rolling slightly, her bows awash. De Querouaille seemed to be listening intently to some sound below, his hand to his ear, his head bent over. When he straightened up he smiled. “Our friend Ramsey is fortunate,"’ he murmured. “His vessel floats. 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Instead, he thrust his craft’s stern toward the thin masthead projecting out of the sea to the south, “It is all true, this mystery of the deep,”’ De Querouaille said to himself. “But this Captain Ramsey— will he comprehend?” Fifteen minutes later the boats were back alongside the steamer, the crew were tum- bling overside and scattering to their new tasks under the loud, cheerful commands of their officers, and Reginald Ramsey stood on the bridge, giving orders in a firm, con- fident voice. Presently the chief officer and the engineer joined him and reported that, with a few hours’ work, the damage could be temporarily made good. “We'll go back to Papeete,” Ramsey said curtly. “I'll wireless to the office and give them the news.” “What news?’ interposed De Querouaille simply. Ramsey stared at him, seemed about to make a rough response, and then flushed. He realized that this government official would also make a report, and that, unless his own tallied with it, there would be trouble. He constrained himself to reply with a show of civility. “Tell them we hit a submerged reef not down on the charts and pulled off with some damage for’ard,” he said. De Querouaille swept his hand mock- ingly toward the three masts visible a mile away. “And that, captain? What shall you say to that?” The angry blood flooded the face of the Marathon’s commander as he understood the challenge. Before he could master himself he cried: ““Nobody would believe that!” He stared at the man before him, at the neat, cool face of him, and he seemed to see all his world looking askance at him with incredulous and scornful eyes. He saw the pitying face of the vice president, the con- temptuous lips of his fellows, the haughty stare of the woman he aspired to. And it was all true! In full career the sea had enmeshed him in its unbelievable mystery, destroyed his ambitions, and forever bound him in the indissoluble fetters of its untell- able magic. In that moment he knew that he might go up and down the world telling his story, and those who did not laugh would shun him. Though the Marathon still floated, though he still trod her bridge and was clad in authority, he might as well have perished in the catastrophe. The keen, shining eyes of the lieutenant, inquisitor and judge, danced before his gaze, blinding him with their mecking light. But he struggled. “The passengers will witness to “Eh?” De Querouaille still smiled. “To a ship ashore; to your own steamer tem porarily abandoned; to their own fears and terrors. But to the position of your vessel? To the fact that in a spot where no chart shows land you took the ground? And saw a vessel rise and be overwhelmed again? Eh?” “My officers—you mered desperately. “Who will believe your officers, cap tain?” the lieutenant demanded. “But you - a “I!” mocked De Querouaille. “What shall I say? That you were given the posi tion of an island, but refused to believe it, and consequently wrecked your ship? And that Captain Fallon, who gave you the re port, was on the spot?” “Fallon!” the captain repeated eager]; “He'll back me up. He can’t helpit. Why, e The lieutenant shook his head. “He is here on—ah-—an affair. Look, my captain!’’ He threw out his arm in a broad and significant gesture. Ramsey lifted his eyes and peered out ” Ramsey stam over the gleaming sea toward the three mastheads, barely visible above the smooth swell. Between him and those telltale thin EVENING POST 1. A labor saving cabinet range. 2. Right or left oven styles. 3. Glass oven door or white porcelain splashers if esired Have You Seen This Special Value Gas Range ? 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A single voice could save him—the voice of his enemy, of | the man he had hated, the central figure in this mysterious and inexplicable drama. Fallon sculled steadily away, with definite, strong movements, giving the appearance of a man forever quitting the scene. With him was departing Reginald Ramsey’s only hope of salvation. There is a death of much greater im- port than physical dissolution—the dying of full-blooded ambition; the decay of the powers that satisfy gross appetite; the with- drawal of vital hope. In this hour the Mara- thon’s commander experienced what is said to confront human beings sentient in | the article of death; the events of his life passed swiftly in review before his eyes, each bearing its particular emphasis in due proportion. He saw himself aspiring from | a dreary cargo boat to a liner; tasting the pleasures of lofty command; pushing for- ward to still greater rank and its accom- panying joys. And beside the austere, hostile figure of Fallon, silently opposing him, he discerned with astonishment an- ot her. What had she, this negligible Mollie Stance, to do with his destiny? Who was she to bulk so large in his life when he had forgotten her? He turned his dizzy eyes on the still un- speaking lieutenant, who stood there so calm and judicial. Then he looked at the little schooner, riding easily on the swells a quarter of a mile away. Mollie Stance was there. He could see her standing by the low rail and knew that she was gazing at him. Of all the people in his world there was only one to appeal to with any hope of help. It came over him that, after all, the cold woman he had lately aspired to would have none of him thenceforward. She would not believe his incredible story. She would scornfully smile at his tale of miracu- lous disaster. But Mollie, who had always warmed him by her sympathy and encouraged him and believed in him, would still honor him. Would she? In the downfall of his world he doubted it. The quiet voice of De Querouaille broke in on him: “The tide is setting your ship back to- ward the reef, captain.” Ramsey started. A quick glance told him that this was so. He glanced rcund for his chief officer and spoke of anc horing. “No bottom— is it not so?” the lieuten- ant remarked. A hasty cast of the lead over the side of | the half-waterlogged steamer proved the | truth of this statement and Ramsey felt himself more than ever helpless. It was De Querouaille who finally offered a sug- gestion: ‘The schooner has a fair wind and might tow you farther out. Thus it came about that within a few | minutes Ramsey had hailed the other ves- sel and explained his predicament. The schooner swung her booms and slipped near. De Grasse called across in his reedy voice, “No!” he shrilled. For the moment Ramsey’s old bluster seemed to serve him, but presently it was evident that the schooner was leaving again. “That reef will be under your forefoot | pretty soon,”” De Querouaille warned him. April 22, 1916 Ramsey looked and his face settled in lines of despair. His ship was being borne steadily back toward the ominous three masts which marked the fatal place. His passengers, now fully alive to this new peril, clamored, calling to the schooner, raising their voices in a chorus of pleading and imprecation. The commander of the doomed Marathon leaned far over the rail and met the eyes of the woman he had de- spised and cast off. She faced him quietly with a strange expression on her counte- nance, as if she were listening for the answer to some unspoken query. Ramsey did not know what that question was; Fallon had stated it long before in his office in San Francisco when he told her that some day she would have to determine whether she loved the man enough to save him from himself Gradually the clamor was stilled as every one got the hint that the destiny of the great ship and of all she carried lay in the hands of the woman on the schooner’s deck. No one guessed the relation between these two—the master of the Marathon and the unknown figure so motionless in the mo- ment of decision; but the subtle sense that sometimes pervades a watching throng made her the object of every intent look She appeared to be waiting. De Querou- aille, alert, immobile, calm, held a cigarette between his fingers and seemed ready for the unforeseen event. Suddenly Ramsey broke the silence. “It’s to save the ship, Mollie!’ he croaked. Her eyes warmed, glowed with light. Was it the first unselfish speech she had heard from those full lips? And did she know in that hour that she indeed loved the man? Was that fine, almost imperceptible gesture one of triumph or of abnegation? She turned to De Grasse imperiously. The schooner edged toward the heaving flanks of the liner and the brisk Kanakas of her crew jumped to pass the hawser. A few moments later the Marathon was held, yielded slowly to the pull of the line, and foot by foot gave backward from the reef, shining like a cloud beneath the sapphire sea. Ramsey drew a choked breath when he knew his steamer was safe again. ‘The engines will soon be menced. De Querouaille touched him on the arm and pointed southward toward the three mastheads. Together they looked. Whither was Fallon steering? And what was this lifting out of the depths, shadowy and terrible? “What?” muttered Ramsey, his husky voice trailing off into silence. “The sea!’’ De Querouaille whispered. Before their eyes the long, smooth, un- hesitating wave, heaving in from the hori- zon, lifted its crest, flashed above the little boat, with its solitary gallant figure, and held it an instant in the shining hollow of its tremendous arch. Then it broke, burying in thunderous foam the spot where the atoll had been. “The boat—Fallon—gone!” Ramsey's appalling whisper threaded the stillness that marked the finale. ‘Didn't he see 2” De Querouaille bent his bared head, mut- tering: “He saw it!” Before his closed eyes, he imagined, a bit of white fluttered against the pellucid sky, even as it had signaled for thirty years in the dreams of Alois Fallon. When the lieutenant raised his head and looked again over the scene he perceived that this last tidal flow had covered the three mastheads of the Lady of India. (THE END) ” he com-

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GRAFT THE SATURDAY Continued from Page 7 He took on a likeness to an extremely ugly and untrustworthy pet dog that spends most of its time dozing in its kennel. After dinner he would sit in an easy-chair and i doze over a paper until the clock struck ten and it was time for him to go to bed. What was the use of going out, he said—you only met grafters and bums and people who were trying to do you. Theaters were con games where they stung you for two dollars. And ! if you went to see anyone else you were under an obligation to them and you would have to kick in sooner or later—so what was the use of going out? He was very drowsy and very comfort- able as he sat that night in his comfortable armchair, dreaming of the future. Dinner was over and his wife was in some portion of the house, where he didn’t know. He sat back with a shipping periodical on his knees and a short, obese cigar between his lips. If he could only get his hands on some stock of the company’s; if he could only get an interest, a wedge in His wife came into the room. There was something curiously deliberate about her movements. Her mouth was set firmly and there was a queer, determined look in her orange-flecked eyes. “* John,” she said, “I want to talk to you.” “Yes?” he said. The sound of her voice waked him and he began turning over the pages of the review on his knees. “T want to ask you again about your business,”’ she said a trifle nervously. “I want to ask you—do you think everything is all right?” “Yes,” he drawled lazily. “Everything's all right.” “John,” she began deliberately. There was a little uncertainty in her voice and the suspicion of panting, as if she were laboring under a great strain. “You know how I look at things—at these commissions of yours. I don’t think they're straight—not honest.” He gave a mock groan. ning again!” “It’s not honest,’ she went on as if she didn’t hear him. Her deliberate words had the ring of one who is stating a case. “If everything is right, as you say, there is no need for these commissions. If men are selling you things at a fair price they can’t afford to give you commissions. It seems to me that the loser is the line; that the line is taken advantage of. John, these com- missions are—are—dishonest bribes.”’ For God’s sake, leave it alone,” he snarled. ‘I am right, John, am I not?” she said with great simplicity. “‘These are bribes, dishonest bribes?” “It’s business,”’ he snapped; “it’s done everywhere. Mind your house and let me run my business.” t’s net, John,”’ she said again. “Be honest. There are thousands of business men in your position who would knock a man down if he offered the thing you're taking. It’s not business.” He said nothing. He began reading his periodical nonchalantly, because he had a theory that it was the best thing to do with a woman, to take no notice of her little brainstorms. Women were not logical, he said. When they got on to a subject the best thing to do was to let them run their gamut and to pay no attention. “John,” she began again appealingly, and she looked at with that queer straight look of hers. ‘Forget everything until now Put it all aside. Come to me and begin anew. Be straight about things If I can help I am here to do it. Straight, John! Honest!” “I am honest,” he growled suddenly, with a touch of asnarl. He was beginning to lose his temper. He caught himself with an effort. “Oh, John, you’re not.” She wreathed her fingers nervously. ‘Lately, for some time past, there’s there’s a mean \ look in your face, John. Put it out of your eyes.” He felt like boiling over with rage. He felt cut to the quick as by a whip. But he remembered in time his philosophy, that she was only a woman and must not be answered back. Say nothing. In the morning she would besorry for this. Women were not the same as men. They had queer crises, queer viewpoints and no logic. It was the way of a big man to let things go by, to forget. In the morning she would make a pretty, shamefaced apology, and he * Are you begin- him there’s

would chuck her under the chin as she handed him his hat and coat, and she would admire him all the more “* Listen to me, John Trainor!” rang out suddenly. She had drawn herself up, he saw as his eyes lifted from the pages before him at the imperial tone of her voice, her head raised, her hands behind her, and even his clodded heart thrilled a little as he looked at her The red-shaded electric lights struck iri- descent gleams in her great mass of hair and brought out strangely the orange flashes in her eyes. It brought out every line of her strong, supple figure as she stood there, big, heroically big, unconsciously poised, like the Winged Victory of Samo thrace, or like a bird preparing to ascend in the clear air. One could imagine a great background behind, such as the depth of a Roman temple, or the delicate fleece of a cloud, or a wall of high black rocks. Her voice rang out, muscular though musical and very tense, like a staccato ringing on a bronze bell. “John,” she said, “I handsome and alive—so much alive! And I want love. No, stay where you are. I want the love of a clean man, of a man who is not afraid to look the world in the face the love of a big, honest man.”’ He looked at her a little askance. was a new turn things were taking. had never spoken like this before. “John,” she began again, “I want you to choose and to choose now. Will you give me that, and give it to me from an honest and clean spirit—will you make yourself honest and clean—or must I for it somewhere else; for’’—her voice trembled suddenly and her hands trembled and her cheeks grew red to the color of rowan berries—‘‘so help me God, I will have it from another man!” He laughed low to himself in relief, for now he understood that it was merely a touch of hysterics. Another man! The thing was ridiculous. She must be stirred Her voice am young and This She look up very much to say a thing like that. The best thing was to take no notice. To be gentle, that was the part to play. In the morning she would be ashamed of herself He rose with a smile and placed his plump hands on her shoulders and smiled with self possessed assurance into her eyes. “You are all wrought up, darling,” he said pleasantly, “‘and you don’t know what you're saying. You're nervous and tired You had better go to bed now. We'll talk about it to-morrow. Don't mind to-night.” He kissed her on the cheek and smiled again. “There now, good night. Sleep well.” She looked at him intently. Her lips made a motion as though she were about to speak again, but she was silent for a mir ute. “‘Faugh!” she said suddenly, and disgust rang out in her voice, cold and ugly and bare. Her hands struck her sides in toker of defeat, and turning on her heel slowly she walked out of the room with long, swinging, Artemisian strides. v E FELT well that morning. His face, clean-shaven and pink, radiated plea antness and affability. His well-manicured hand tapped the desk in front and showed up shining and delicate against the green of the office blotter. The little salesman, wit! the intent gray eyes and short-cropped mustache, radiated, too, for he felt that busi ness was in the offing. And he smiled back in grateful appreciation of the purchasing agent's affability. Through the window of the office building the breadth and bridges of the East River, the lines of steamer and sailing ships at the piers, the bulk of skyscrapers, and across the way the drab outline of Brooklyn showed up with the distinctness of a fine etching, and the Jun: sunshine crept through in a splendid gold mellow warmth. “Your oil, you say,”” Trainor smiled, “ not quite up to the standards set by the Albany people, but it’s good enough for any marine engine. Well, there’s a good deal to that, Mr. “Mr. Raines,” the little salesman prompted. It was his first visit to the Azure Star Line and the prospects were bright. 7 — Mr. Raines,” Trainor nodded “Well, we may be able todo business. Now, let’s see “ss

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Why the lustre on your motor car goes “dead”

OW the motor car suffers ray 1, } i wd and fender { , : t be terioration of finish is a story that « ered with a t of ar i at needs no elaboration iir-tight, water-tight, and penetrable t Every cat wher on! too ft OAVE miliar with this impairment, knows only too st as science discovered ‘ Tt well how helpless he has been against it of deterioration of automo far iary polishes and preparat s, he ha he discovered the remedy It is offers found, have done nothing really to pr rie vou now in OLD ENGLISH WAX FOR the finish on his automohbik AUTOMOBILES And so the wotorist, forced to ass ( Over the hood, body and fenders of the that this deterioration is entirely a normal preparation parts a thin, transparent process of wear that must be expected and wax film as smooth and hard as glass. Thi put up with, has resigned himself to the fils ur-tight, water-tight, mud-proot and apparently inevitabl impervious to the sharpest blast { gritt Science has proved this a mistaken idea. dust—in short, a protective shield through Phere isa direct and specific cause for ‘dead which oxygen-bearing elemerits cannot pene lustre, for cracking, crazing and peeling ot trate In additiotr t ma om conductor 1utomobile finish, and that cause mav be thus minimizing the effects of expansion and summed up ina gle w ! , contraction : No longer need you accept resignedly rapid What oxidation is deterioration of the finish , iy im —_ , call heal ; eady mpairim t of its good! ooh ; For a clear understanding of the act ' by day. Here, at last, is real “bea xidation, it is necessary first to under ‘ " ete ’ ance’ for the automobik 1 few fundamenta! facts al t the sition of paint The ingredients of paint 1 tape. ; The matchless polish! be classed, for the sake { sin tv. a moist’ and “dry linseed and othet ae: pe ; No matter how dulled and soiled the en ead, pigments and other s ! > tt hia face, with OLD ENGLISH WAX FOR ‘ ' 1 ' : AL TOMOBILES you can impart a super When any painted or « meled riace Donte n like finish of @ lenth . i +t veend , re,a ror Ke hin ol great deptn at comes in contact with n, a che cal pot 1 t } I. ; ‘ | , tl ( ng nown tech oN i | “ . oe , \ little brisk rubbing with a soft clot! Z sin reciiate \ j oO , 4 , . , | i pilly the trick is turne Spat x aie ysorbs ¥ ri o ‘ ) on of cand and dict rub off the a i on tur n wT t } mre Ses : n in the pais | gre ‘ film like magi After a run ti ug . gradually, but stead 1 vent ; , ) , i } him of paint beconn a | eedit Irs prit : ’ a, OS —_ oS , . d 10W , —_ ‘ Z HW i that is necessary to get acl brig ind inelastx . , | f ‘ i ‘ f ' . necessitating only on wa ng ) ( irs ete ) t! 1 loss of } - - ~ * : ever ir or five necessary now Moreover S rficial oxi rT ‘ I ris > w . OLD ENGLISH WAX FOR AUTOMO ‘ worn wit | ‘ , ’ BILES cans t dust fi ‘ lt sa tuald iy eo} . : . fI But the time and labor saved v« i I XI t o| i “+ “ ‘ ' t he greatest ving } ‘ ‘ ( ing ‘ al te ! ve Y tant vibra of © er oo TAS P id Boyle Lo 2” 1952 Dens Ave ~ Comcammati, (0 - é e * - - W é 7 é - ax - - 4 - - “ Name é yo , & Address or uTtomopdtiles a ” City State - - - - -

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OllarButton Takes ali the ‘‘Cus’’ out of ‘‘Custom Lets the Tie Slide when it comes to tying the tie Stop this very day, at your Dry Goods, Men’sFurnishingor Jewelry Store, spend 15c and then you can Smile With the Hosts Your Tie Can’t Stick With the Victor Collar E Collar Button HERE IT 18—Man’s ‘‘Little Comfort, ee “= Victor Li —— The Victor locks itself in the collar and cannot fall out to roll around on the floor, under the: bed, the dresser or “ whatnot,” * Tae Double-Duty Collar Button. One end catches under the shirt-band (not through its buttonhole) to fasten the collar to the shirt, while the other end holds the bands of the collar apart, allowing absolute freedom in the movement of the tie. like the ordinary collar button. It is much easier to adjust and cannot irritate the neck. Saves Ties, Time and Temper If your dealer doesn’t carry the Victor Collar Button we will send one prepaid on receipt of 15c, Victor Kost, coins or stamps, mailed at our risk. of Victor Users 412 First National Bank Building, Chicago ueniee Kos s-Jet Heater, Victor Rotor Motor, ete) | too?

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EVENING POST The door opened and a messenge> entered. He came forward to the desk with the shuffling stride of the broken- arched. He pushed his oilskin-peaked cap on the back of his head and produced a letter and receipt form. “Trainor?”’ he asked. “Here.” “Sign here.”” The boy pushed the letter and blank toward him. He looked at the letter for a moment in amazement. On its envelope he could see his own name, “John Trainor, Esq., Azure Star Line,”’ written in his wife’s big, curving hand. What was she writing to him about? ” | She-had never done anything like that be- | And sending it by express messenger He ripped open the envelope ““Excuse me,” he muttered to the little salesman. He smiled to himself a little smugly, for he understood at last, he thought. She had not, as he had expected, said anything to fore. ‘ him that morning in apology for the out- burst of the previous night, but had gone round with an air of curious deliberation. He had been a little offended and hurt, but the letter he held in his hand, he knew, was a plea for forgiveness. It was a pretty thought. He pulled out the folded: paper. He read it once. He read it again. His brows gathered together and the pupils of his eyes dilated. He half rose in his chair and he sat down again. “John,” she had written, “I gave you your last chance last night. I told you I wanted the love of a clean, good man. I I am leaving for Italy with By the time you have this letter the liner will be in the bay. I This grafting It has killed It is in every pore your face like a disease.” Just that and no | more. He sat for a moment stunned and morti- fied. His wife had run away with another man, had put on him the last supreme in- sult. A vicious, snarling rage filled him. What would he say to people? And graft? This abandoned hussy had spoken to him about graft! By heaven, he’d show her! The little salesman rose, his kindly gray eyes brimming with sympathy. “I’m afraid you’ve had some bad news, Mr. Trainor,” he said. “I'll come again.” “No.” Trainor’s teeth clicked together. He tore up his wife’s letter into minute white pieces and glanced out of the window. She was down the bay, and to blazes with her! He’d divorce her and get a new one, not one of the whining, Puritanical kind. He swung round. “I’m going to place an | order for twenty -five thousand dollars’ | worth with you, * he said. “We'll do everything we possibly can,’ the little salesman beamed, ‘to scatity | your confidence in us.’ But Trainor wasn’t listening to him. He was thinking of that wife of his. He recon- structed a scene in which she was standing in his office looking on now. He would show her something. He wanted to be as brutally vicious as he could. He wanted to His | shock her, hurt her, horrify her. boy | April 22, 1916

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L777 Prizes @ j<Eirst Prize % $1000 What is the 7th Point? From Maine to California, from Texas to Hudson Bay, millions of people have been asking: ‘* What is the 7th Point in Sterling Gum?”’ In practically every town, city and village in the United States and Canada, the published six points of superiority have brought Sterling Gum fast-growing popularity. But the seventh point still remains a riddle. Point G@) (OLa® t Now, we are offering liberal prizes to those who send us the best suggestions for the Sterling Gum Point 7. Before you make your suggestion for the 7th Point, read the following: The Following Story Unfolds the Secret of the Famous Point 7 To most people chewing gum is a mystery. ‘They may know that different chewing gums are made from different ingredients. But that is about all. Here are facts which we believe you will be glad to know about Sterling Gum: Your Sterling Gum is made from the following materials: The basis is the pure sap of the tropical Sapota Tree —a natural gum. This natural Sapota Tree sap is boiled, sweetened and flavored. The sweetening is simply pure cane sugar and pure corn syrup. Phe tHlavoring is of two kinds—Peppermint (inredwrappers) ,Cinnamon (inbluewrappers). There are some twenty varieties of the mint plant. The Sterling Peppermint is a product of the choicest, smoothest-flavored of these many mint varieties The spicy Cinnamon flavor is extracted from the Cassia bush, which grows in the tropics. The sap of the Sapota Tree, the cane sugar, the corn syrup, the Peppermint and Cinnamon flavors, all come from the sap of some plant or tree. Nature herself supplies these delicious materials from which your Sterling Gum is made. Requirements for Winning Phrase When you read the above facts on the material that Sterling Gum is made of, you will know all that it is necessary for you to know in entering this contest The first prize will go to the one whose suggestion, hased on the above story, most impressively pre sents the natural purity of Sterling Gum— in the opinion of the judges. Remember that your suggestion must be in six words or less The next best suggestion will win the second prize — and so on down. It is understood that the Sterling Gum Company will have the right to use the 7 Point suggestions sent in by the prize winners. Ihe contest is easy to enter. Just think out your way of expressing the 7th Point. Then write it out in six words or less and send it in as directed in the conditions printed on the right. Even if you don't win the fifst prize of $1,000, you stand a chance to 9 9°° win one of the 7, smaller prizes.

Now put on your thinking cap. Get your family to help you. Send in as many suggestions as you want to. All will be considered in awarding these many prizes. Do not write the Sterling Gum Company regarding the contest or its conditions, as all suggestions will be judged by the Prize Committee named at right. CINNAMON IN _ BLUE WRAPPER

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Conditions of the Contest Sterling Gum Company em- ployes cannot enter this contest. If two answers are entitled to the same prize, the full amount of the prize will be paid to each. All answers must come in on a postal card. On the back of the postal card write nothing but your 7 Point suggestion (six words or “fads and your name and address. The postal may be mailed in an envelope if you choose. Mail answers to Sterling Prize Judges Room 319, 405 Lexington Ave. New York City You may send in as many sugyes- tions for Point 7 as you choose. But each suggestion must be written on a postal card as directed above.

First Prize - $1,000 Second Prize - $500 Third Prize . . $250.00 7 Prizes—each . . $25.00 70 Prizes—each . $2.50 700 Prizes—each Box of 20 five-cent packages of Sterling Gum. 7000 Prizes—each Box of 10 five-cent packages of Sterling Gum.

Contest Closes All answers must be received in New York by midnight of May 15, 1916 Answers will not be examined by the judges until after that date. The judges, therefore, cannot mail ac- knowledgments of the suggestions received. Judges The prizes will be awarded by the following committee of five well- known men: John A. Sleicher, Editor of Leslie’s Weekly. Edgar Sisson, Editor of the Cosmo- politan Magazine. Jno. M. Siddall, Editor of The American Magazine. Frederick L. Collins, Editor of McClure’s Magazine. Robert H. Davis, Editor of Munsey’s Magazine. Announcement of Awards The winners of the first 80 prizes will be announced in the July first issue of The Saturday Evening Post. Please do not write to the judges They cannot correspond with in- dividual contestants. Just make a note now of the date on which the prize winners will be announced in The Saturday Evening Post.

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Dotted all over the United é States you will l ; find the red ‘ oo and gray roofs of v NEPONSET SHINGLES ** The Roofing Development of the Twentieth Century’’ ot a xX THE SATURDAY (Continued from Page 62 Get out of here,”’ Trainor roared again, “before I have you thrown out! Go on! Get out!” “TI might have known you for a grafter, you sleek hound,” the little salesman went on. “I might have seen it in your face. It’s there for all to read E The door to the outer office opened and the tall bulk of the owner of the line stood in it like a portrait in a frame. Six feet of knickerbockered tweeds, with round, swell- ing calves tb the legs; a flowing white mustache, glistening like fine carded wool; la plump, well-colored face: two blue eyes like a June sky—old Elias Dyer. “*What is the trouble here?’ he asked in his mellow, full voice. The little salesman turned on him with purple rage. ““What’s the trouble here?”’ he raved “The trouble is that I thought I came into a reputable business office to sell oil, and instead of it I've wandered into the worst crooks and thieves and grafters’ den I’ve ever seen—that’s the trouble!” “What is this? What is this?” the pro- prietor sputtered. “This crook of a purchasing agent of yours will give me a contract if I ‘come across,’ grease his palm, give him a bribe,” the little salesman thundered. “Let me get out of this!” “Wait a moment.” The proprietor raised his hand. His face had gone very stern and white. “Wait a moment. Is this true, Mr. Trainor?” The purchasing agent rose and held on to | the edge of his desk. Everything about him was a vapid, tumbling dream—the | stern, Jehovah-like face of the old sporting Spark-proof and weather-proof—can’t rust, crack, curl nor blow loose. Hand ome and durable, yet cost, laid, no more than good wood shingles. 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A sudden blind rage shook him like an ague. “Is this true, Mr. Trainor?” Dyer thundered again. “It is true,” Trainor answered back snarlingly. He was like a rat fighting back venomously at the dogs running it to earth It seemed to him that instead of answering accusations made now he was answering that wife of his who had left him. “It’s all right. It’s the custom.” His eyes were bloodshot and a little froth collected at the corners of his mouth. ‘Everybody does it It does no one any harm. It’s just like a tip, do you see? Don’t you understand? Why shouldn’t I, just like everyone else? Why shouldn't Fe “ Has this ever happened before?’’ Dyer asked calmly. ‘‘Is this the first time?” The purchasing agent caught his reply in time. He was giving himself away in his blind rage. He paused before replying. The owner cut in again. “This has happened before,”’ he said, and a rage passed over his features in a con- vulsive spasm. “This is a habitual thing.” “But no one can prove anything,” Trainor protested. ‘‘No one has anything on me. No one 2s “TI don’t need any proof,” the owner said with a cold contempt that was worse than rage. ‘‘ My eyes are proof enough. I can see it in your face.” He put his hand on the salesman’s shoulder and turned toward the door of the inner office. “Come with me, young man,” he said. He looked at Trainor. “As for you,” he continued, “I should put you in jail, but you're in jail already. No one wil have anything to do with you. Get out of here within five minutes or I'll have you thrown out.” And the door slammed. He sat still at nis desk for a few instants, his mouth open and teeth stripped in that impotent, ugly snarl of his, his eyes staring blankly in consternation. What was wrong? His wife had gone— Ah, well, to blazes with her, he swore savagely. 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But somehow he was afraid | to meet the elevator boy’s eyes, and he tore | down the fireproof stairway at a run. “They never gave me a chance,” he whined, in a cry that was more of a sob. He stopped outside the door for a minute and thought bitterly. phrased it, and she gave as excuse that he him out of doors because he said he was a And they would keep him from said he was a grafter. The midday rush was on in Broad and Wall Streets. A vast mass of people milled to and fro, like ripples on a whirlpool | stenographers, business men, telegraph mes- | sengers, office boys. | threw white spaces and black shadows in | the maze of streets. | chanted in a sudden frenzy. The only calm | | thing in view was an office boy eating his A great golden sun The curb brokers lunch on the steps of the Mint. “Never gave me a chance.” his head bitterly. The clergyman called the Bishop of Wall Street mounted his stand. He opened his book. In clear, sonorous tones he gave his text for the day: “For what shall it profit a man, if he shall He shook | gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? Or what shall a man give in exchange for | his soul?” A spasm of angry contempt passed over | Trainor’s face. “That kind of thing makes me sick!’ he | said. He turned down Wall Street aimlessly and walked toward the docks. At Pearl Street he stopped at the corner and looked atasaloon. He paused for a moment, and then with a shuffling grimace he pushed the swinging doors open and disappeared inside, | as something might disappear when tossed | overboard into the middle of an ocean. THE AUNT AND THE SLUGGARD (Continued from Page 11 “TI didn’t speak very loud. I’m much narked.” “You haven’t anything on me. gosh! I’m having a time!” “Where are you speaking from?” “The Midnight Revels. We've been here an hour and I think we're a fixture for the night. I’ve told Aunt Isabel I’ve gone out to call up a friend to join us. She’s glued toa chair, with this-is-the-life written all over her, taking it in through the pores. She loves it, and I’m nearly dippy.” Rummy, how one perks up when one realizes that somebody else is copping it also! I began to feel almost braced. “Tell me all, old top,”’ I said. He began to push it out at such a speed that I had to ask him to put the brake on, Oh, | because all I was getting was a loud buzzing noise. The poor old hound was undoubt- edly piqued, and even peeved. “A little more of this,”’ he said, “‘and I shall sneak quietly off to the river and end it all. Do you mean to say you go through this sort of thing every night, Bertie, and i It’s simply infernal!* I was snatching a wink of sleep behind the bill of fare just now when about a million yell- ing girls swooped down, with toy balloons. | There are two orchestras here, each trying | to see if it can’t play louder than the other. I’m a mental and physical wreck. When your telegram arrived I was just lying down | for a quiet pipe with a sense of absolute | peace stealing over me. I had to get dressed | and sprint two miles to make the train. It nearly gave me heart failure; and on top of that I almost got brain fever inventing lies to tell Aunt Isabel. And then I had to cram myself into these damned evening clothes of yours.” I gave a sharp wail of agony. It hadn’t struck me till then that Rocky was depend- ing on my wardrobe to see him through. “You'll ruin them!” (Continued on Page 69) , _He threw the picture down and grasped | | his hat, for the five minutes’ warning was He tried | | All eyes were fixed upon | him, like mosquitoes tormenting him. He | breathed when outside and pressed the el- | : His wife had run | away from him. She was living in sin, he | And his chief had thrown | April 22, 1916 \ y nN Won’t Fade Therefore— Look for Gm when you buy shirts. $1.50 up, at leading deal ers’. 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(Continued from Page 66 “TI hope so,” said Rocky in the most unpleasant way. His troubles seemed to have had the worst effect on his character. “TI should like to get back at them some- how; they've given me a bad enough time. They’re about three sizes too small, and something’s apt to give at any moment. I wish to goodness it would and give me a chance to breathe. I haven't breathed since half past seven. Thank heaven, Jeeves managed to get out and buy me a collar that fitted, or 1 should be a strangled corpse by now. It was touch and go till the stud broke. Bertie, this is pure Hades! Aunt Isabel keeps on urging me to dance. How on earth can I dance when I don’t know a soul to dance with? And how the deuce could I, even if I knew every girl in the place? It’s taking big chances even to move in these trousers. I had to tell her I’ve hurt my ankle. She keeps asking me when Cohan and Stone are going to turn up; and it’s simply a question of time be- fore she discovers that Stone is sitting two tables away. Something’s got to be done, Bertie! You've got to think up some way of getting me out of this mess. It was you who got me into it.” ““Me! What do you mean? “Well, Jeeves, then. It’s all the same. It was you who suggested leaving it to Jeeves. It was those letters I wrote from his notes that did the mischief. I made them too good! My aunt’s just been telling me about it. She says she had resigned herself to ending her life where she was, and then my letters began to arrive, boost- ing the joys of New York; and they stimu- lated her to such an extent that she pulled herself together and made the trip. She seems to think she’s had some miraculous kind of faith cure. I tell you I can’t stand it, Bertie! It’s got to end!” “Can't Jeeves think of anything?” “No. He just hangs round, saying ‘Most disturbing, sir!’ A fat lot of help that is! “But, Rocky, old top, it’s too bally awful! You've no notion of what I’m go- ing through in this beastly hotel, without Jee ves. I must get back to the apartme nt.’ “Don’t come near the apartme nt! “But it’s my own apartment. “T can’t help that. There’s a dead line for you at the other end of the bleck. Aunt Isabel doesn’t like you. She isn’t clear in her remarks on the subject, but she says something about tea and a wrist watch. When she mentions you at all she refers to you as ‘that guffin.’ “She asked me what you did for a living,” Rocky went on. “And when I told her you didn’t do anything she said she thought as much, and that you were a typical specimen of a useless and decaying aristocracy. So if you think you have made a hit, forget it. Now I must be geing back or she'll be com- ing out here after me. Good-by.” 9" Next morning Jeeves came round. It was all so homelike when he floated noiselessly into the room that I nearly broke down. “Good morning, sir,” he said. “I have brought a few more of your personal be- longings.” He began to unstrap the suit case he was carrying. “Did you have any trouble sneaking them away?” “Tt was not easy, sir. I had to watch my chance. Miss Rockmetteller is a remark- ably alert lady.” “You know, Jeeves, say what you like this is a bit thick, isn’t it?”’ ““We must hope for the best, sir.” “Can't you think of anything to do? “TI have been giving the matter con- siderable thought, sir, but so far without success. 1] am placing three silk shirts—the dove-colored, the light blue and the mauve— in the first long drawer, sir.”’ “You don’t mean to say you can’t think of anything, Jeeves?” ‘For the moment, sir, no. You will find a dozen handkerchiefs and the tan socks in the upper drawer on the left.” He strapped the suit case and putit onachair. “A curi- ous lady, Miss Rockmetteller, sir.’’ “You understate it, Jeeves. By the way, Jeeves, you don’t happen to know what a guffin is, do you?” “T am afraid not, sir.” He gazed medi- tatively out of the window. “In many ways, sir, Miss Rockmetteller reminds me of an aunt of mine who resides in the south- east portion of London. Their tempera- ments are much alike. My aunt has the same taste for the pleasures of the great city. It is a passion with her to ride in THE SATURDAY Ss, sir. Whenever the family ache thei *ir eyes off her she escapes from the house and spends the day riding about in cabs. On several occasions she has broken into the children’s savings bank to secure the means to enable her to gratify this desire.” “T love to have these little chats with you about your female relatives, Jeeves,”’ | said coldly, for 1 felt that the man had let me down and | was fed up with him; “but I don’t see what all this has got to do with my trouble.” “I beg your pardon, sir. I am leaving a small assortment of our neckties an the mantelpiece, sir, for you to select according to your preference. I should recommend the blue with the red domino pattern, sir.”’ Then he streamed imperceptibly toward the door and flowed silently out. I've often heard that chappies, after some great shock or loss, have a habit, after they’ve been on the floor for a while wondering what hit them, of picking them- selves up and piecing themselves together and sort of taking a whirl at beginning a new life. Time, the great healer, and Na- ture, adjusting itself, and so on and so forth. There’s a lot init. I know, because in my own case, after a day or two of what you might call prostration, I began to recover. New York’s a small place when it comes to the part of it that wakes up just as the rest is going to bed; and it wasn’t long before my tracks began to cross old Rocky’s. I saw him once at Peale’s, and again at Frolics on the Roof. There wasn’t any- body with him either time except the aunt, and, though he was trying to look as if he | had struck the ideal life, it wasn’t difficult for me, knowing the circumstances, to see that beneath the mask the poor blighter was suffering. The next two nights I didn’t come across them; but the night after that I was sitting by myself at the Maison Pierre when some- body tapped me on the shoulder blade, and I found Rocky standing beside me with a sort of mixed expression of wistfulness and apoplexy on his face. How the chappie had contrived to wear my evening clothes so many times without disaster was a mys- tery to me. He confided later that early in the proceedings he had slit the waistcoat up the back and that that had helped a bit. For a moment | had the idea that he had managed to get away from his aunt for the evening; but, looking past him, I saw that she was in again. She was at a table over by the wall, looking at me as if 1 were some- thing the management ought to be com- plained to about. “Bertie, old scout,” said Rocky in a quiet, sort of crushed voice, “we've always been pals, haven't we? I mean, you know I'd do you a good turn if you asked me?” *“* My dear old lad!” I said. The man had moved me. ‘Then for heaven's sake come over and sit at our table for the rest of the evening!” Well, you know, there are limits to the sacred claims of friendship. My dear chap,” I said, “ do anything in reason; but You must come, Bertie! You've got to! Something's got to be done to divert her mind. She’s brooding about some- thing. She’s been like that for the last two days. I think she’s beginning to suspect. She can’t understand why we never seem to meet anyone I know at these joints. A few nights ago I happened to run into two newspaper men I used to know fairly well That kept me going for a while. They were both a good deal mcre tanked than | could have wished, but I introduced them to Aunt Isabel as David Belasco and Jim Corbett, and it went well. But the effect has worn off now and she’s beginning to wonder again.” I went along. One has to rally round a palin distress. Aunt Isabel was sitting bolt upright, as usual. It certainly did seem as if she had lost a bit of the pep with which she had started out to hit it up along Broad- way. She looked as if she had been thinking a good deal about rather unpleasant things ““You’ve met Bertie Wooster, Aunt Isa- bel?”’ said Rocky. “T have.” There was something in her eye that seemed to say: “Out of a city of six million people, why did you pick on me?” “Take aseat, Bertie. What’ll you have?”’ said Rocky. And so the merry party began. It was one of those jolly, happy, bread-crumbling parties where you cough twice before you you know I'd EVENING POST

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It must have hit Rocky the same way, for he gave me a pleading look. “You'll come along, won’t you, Bertie, and have a drink at the apartment?” I had a feeling that this wasn’t in the contract, but there wasn’t anything to be done. It seemed brutal to leave the poor chap alone with the woman. So! went along. I had a glimpse of Jeeves as we went into the apartment, sitting in his lair, and I wished I could have called to him to rally round. Something told me that I was about to need him. The stuff was on the table in the sitting room. Rocky took up the decanter. “Say when, Bertie.” “Stop!” barked the aunt. He dropped it. I caught Rocky’s eye as he stooped to pick up the ruins. It was the eye of one W ho sees it coming. “Leave it there, Rockmetteller!” Aunt Isabel; and Rocky left it there. “The time has come to speak,”’ she said. “T cannot stand idly by and see a young man going to pe dition!” Poor old Rocky gave a sort of gurgle, a kind of sound rather like the whisky had made running out of the decanter on to my carpet. “Eh?” he said, blinking. The aunt proceeded. “The fault,” she said, not then seen the light. are open. I see the hideous mistake I have made. I shudder at the thought of the wrong I did you, Rockmetteller, by urging you into contact with this wicked city.” I saw Rocky grope feebly for the table. His fingers touched it and a look of relief came into the poor chappie’s face. I under- stood his feelings. Once or twice after a pretty heavy night l’ve had to touch some- thing solid myself—a lamp-post or some- thing—just to make sure that the world was still there. There come moments in every fellow’s life—after farewell dinners to friends about to marry, and what not when it is not feasible to trust solely to what one sees. “But when I wrote you that letter, Rock- metteller, instructing you to go to the city and live its life, I had not had the privilege said “was mine. I had But now my eyes | of hearing Mr. Mundy speak on the sub- | ject of New York. “Jimmy Mundy!” I cried. You know how it is,sometimes when everything seems all mixed up and you suddenly get a clew. When she mentioned Jimmy Mundy I began to understand more or less what had happened. I'd seen it happen before. I remember, back in Eng- land, the man I had before Jeeves sneaked off to a revivalist meeting on his evening out and came back, having got religion, and denounced me, in front of a crowd of | chappies I was giving a bit of supper to, as a moral leper. All because I wouldn’t start off with him that night to be a missionary in the Fiji Islands. The aunt gave me the withering up and dow n. “Yes; Mundy!” Jimmy she said. “I | am surprised at a man of your stamp hav- ing heard of him. There is no music, there are no drunken, dancing men, no shame- less, flaunting women at his meetings; so for you they would have no attraction. But for others, less dead in sin, he has his message. He has come to save New York from itself; to force it—in his picturesque phrase—to hit the trail. It was three days ago, Rockmetteller, that I first heard him. | It was an accident that took me to his meeting. How often in this life a mere | accident may shape our whole future! “You had been called away by that tele- phone message from Mr. Belasco; so you could not take me to the Hippodrome, as we had arranged. I asked your man- servant, Jeeves, to take me there. The man He seems to I am thankful He took me to what I subse- quently learned was Madison Square Garden, where Mr. Mundy is holding his meetings. He escorted me toa seat and then left me. And it was not till the meeting had begun that I discovered the mistake which had been made. My seat was in the mid- die of a row. I could not leave without in- conveniencing a great many people; so I She gulped have misunderstood me. that he did. April 22, 1916 “Rockmetteller, I have never been so thankful for anything else. Mr. Mundy was wonderful! He was like some prophet of old, scourging the sins of the people. He leaped about in a frenzy of inspiration till I feared he would do himself an injury. Sometimes he expressed himself in a some- what odd manner, but every word carried conviction. Even when he described the people of New York as an aggregation of knock-kneed prunes, something seemed to tell me what he meant and how true it was. “He said that the tango and the fox trot were devices of the Devil to drag people down into the Bottomless Pit. He said that there was more sin in ten minutes with a negro banjo orchestra than in all the an- cient revels of Nineveh and Babylon. And when he stood on one leg and pointed right at where I was sitting, and shouted ‘This means you!’ I could have sunk through the floor. I came away a changed woman. Surely you must have noticed the change in me, Rockmetteller? You must have seen that I was no longer the careless, thought- less person who had urged you to dance in those places of wickedness?” Rocky was holding on to the table as if it w vas his only friend. '-yes,”” he yamme red; “I something was wrong.” “Wrong? Something was right! Every- thing was right! Rockmetteller, it is not too late for you to be saved. You have only sipped of the evil cup. You have not drained it. It will be hard at first, but you will find that you can do it if you fight with a stout heart against the glamour and fas- cination of this dreadful city. Won’t you, for my sake, try, Rockmetteller? Won't you go back to the country to-morrow and begin the struggle? Little by little, if you use your will I can’t help thinking it must have been that word “will’’ that roused dear old Rocky like a trumpet call. It must have brought home to him the realization that a miracle had come off and saved him from being cut out of Aunt Isabel’s. At any rate, as she said it he perked up, let go of the table, and faced her with gleaming eyes. “Do you want me to go back to the country, Aunt Isabel?” “Yes.” “Not to live in the country?” “Yes, Rockmetteller.” “Stay in the country all the time, you mean? Never come to New York?” “Yes, Rockmetteller; I mean just that. It is the only way. Only there can you be safe from temptation. Will you doit, Rock- metteller? Will you—for my sake?” “T will!” he said. I thought do **Jeeves,” I said. It was next day, and I was back in the old apartment, lying in the old armchair, with my feet up on the good old table. I had just come from seeing dear old Rocky off to his country cottage, and an hour before he had seen his aunt off to whatever hamlet in Illinois it was that she was the curse of; so we were alone at last. ‘‘ Jeeves, there’s no place like home— Ww hat? = "Very true, ‘Jee ves. *Sir?” “Do you know, at one point in the busi- ness I really thought you were baffled.” “Indeed, sir?” “When did you get the idea of taking Miss Rockmetteller to the meeting? It was pure genius!”’ ‘Thank you, sir. It came to me a little i one morning when I was thinking of my aunt, sir.” “Your aunt? The hansom-cab one?” “Yes, sir. I recollected that, whenever we observed one of her attacks coming on, we used to send for the clergyman of the parish. We always found that if he talked to her a while of higher things it diverted her mind from hansom cabs.” I was stunned by the man’s resource. “*It’s brain,” I said; “‘pure brain! What do you do to get like that, Jeeves? I be- lieve you must eat a lot of fish, or something. Do you eat a lot of fish, Jeeves?” ‘No, sir.’ “Oh, well then, it’s just a gift, I take it; and if you aren’t born that way there’s no use worrying.” “Precisely, sir,”’ said Jeeves. “If I might make the suggestion, sir, I should not con- tinue to wear your present tie. The green shade gives you a slightly bilious air. I should strongly advocate the blue with the red domino pattern instead, sir.’ “ All right, Jeeves,” *I said humbly. know!” sir.” “You

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THE BADGE HORSE THE SATURDAY Continued from Page 17 be, Cusack ain’t the only man that'll mort- gage his last stick to bet on her.” TI he betting arrangeme nts must be left to me,” insisted Kennedy. “A single false step would ruin the price. The problem is to place a large sum of money without dis- turbing a long price. I believe it can be done.” Kelly scratched his head, lost in thought. ‘I don’t get you, Plunger,” said he at length. “I’ve seen that same stunt tried a million times; but it didn’t work. Book- makers won’t leave a long price up there for ye to shoot much money at. But no matter. I'll take your word for it. Shall I bring little Johnny Dugan with me to- morrow? He’s not only a a? jock but he wears a silent tongue inside his face. The mare knows him too.” “If you can depend on him to keep his 9 shut, yes. hat are you laugh- ing at, Kelly?” T was just havin’ a mental flashlight of Mose Levine's big fat face while he watches old Sailor Girl rollin’ home! If we slip this one over on him Mose will have to bury his head in the Alameda marsh, it'll be that full of aches and pains!” ‘Let us hope that his strong box will be empty,” said the Plunger with the manner of one offering a toast **Amen to that!” said Kelly ar fervently. EFORMERS, and others imperfectly informed, prefer to believe that after the last race of the day the bookmaker de- votes himself exclusively to wine, women and song, taking no thought for the mor- row. Nothing could be wider of the truth. The bookmaker strives earnestly to remain twenty-four hours ahead of the calendar. The overnight entry slip is his evening diversion; and a com plicated one it is many owners, SO Many 50 many horses, and each man, boy and beast pre- sents a separate problem. Some things the bookmaker knows; some things he pects; other things he fears. As he studies the overnight entry slip hundreds of other men are studying theirs, with an eye to profit at the bookmaker’s expense. It be- hooves him to leave little or nothing to chance. In his room at the old Palace Hotel, Mose Levine was warming his fat, stockinged feet at an open fire and chuckling over the card for the next day. “L ook who’s with us again!"’ he wheezed to Cesar Goldmark, his assistant. “Sailor Girl and the Kennedy Stables! Well, well! Plunger must be afraid they'll take his owner’s badge away; so he’s starting his cripple!” “Wonder if there'll be a play on her?’ asked Goldmark. “The pikers always used to unbelt every time Kennedy started horse, you know.” ‘TL hope they unbelt on this one!”’ grunted Levine. “She was no good when I em rid of her two years ago and it took Kelly all this time to find it out. Young Davis, the vet, told me he’d advised Kelly to have her shot; and he would have done it only Ken- nedy came along and begged her for a badge horse. Now he’s going to start her. She won’t get to the half-mile pole! “I don’t suppose Kennedy nickel,’”’ said Goldmark. ** And hasn't had for years,” said Levine. “He's a dead bird in the pit. No use paying any attention to him. He’s had all the luck that was coming to him. How do you figure that handicap to-morrow, Cesar? It looks like a close race to me. While Cesar was figuring the handicap three men were doing some figuring of their own in Kelly’s tackle room across the bay. By the light of a lantern Plunger Kennedy was counting a thick roll of bills and check- ing a series of totals on the back of an envelope. “T make it an even thirty-two hundred dollars,” he announced. “Too bad we couldn’t have raised more!” “I didn’t notice that ye raised any, muttered Mike Kelly. “*I furnish the horse and the long price,” said Kennedy, stuffing the money into an inside pocket. “And the brains,”’ he added as an afterthought. Milt Cusack nodded. He was a tall, un- gainly specimen of countrified humanity with mild blue eyes and a receding chin. To Cusack, Plunger Kennedy was still great man and an oracle. so joc keys, sus- has got a “They will be watching me like so many hawks to-morrow,” continued the little gray man; “but, beginning at daylight, all they will see is that I am working on the mare’s feet and legs. I open to work on them up to the last minu unt for the post. ‘Then how can ye be in the bettin’ ring,” demanded Kelly, “arrangin’ for th is long price ye speak of so confidently?” “I am not going near the betting ring was the quiet answer. “H’m-m-m! Well, as one of the hig contractin’ parties I'd appreciate a hint as to what ye intend to do.” “That would be breaking our agreement, Kelly. You have seen that the m shape to win on a hard track, and both of you have agreed to leave the financial ar- rangements in my hands. The placing of this money will be a de licate ope pati on. It calls for ae “it calls for more than that,” interrupted Kelly. “‘ Listen now: In the first place, it’s a race for nonwinners since the Lord knows when bad horses, all of "em. There won't be a pronounced favorite—nothin’ that sticks up out of the bunch ‘*The bookies will wait for the money te show up; an’ when they see what's bein’ played they will make the odds accordin'ly Am I right?” ‘ Absolutely “Well, then,” said Kell Wg ym ge tin’ commissioners into ‘the ring with ail this dough they'll cut the mare to odds-on, cripple though she may be. It’s too much money to bet on a lame horse. A hundred- dollar note could make any dog in the bunch the favorite, an’ ye know it; yet ye give us a song an’ dance about gettin’ it all on—at a price. How do ye figure it?” ‘That,” said the Plunger, “is my busi- ness.”” ‘I’m in favor of letting him alone,” Cusack. “He put it over before. He do it again. Let him alone.” “IT guarantee the horse and I guarantee the price,”’ said Kennedy. “‘ That ought to be enough.” “It’s plenty for me,” said Cusack. “But my stable is in hock!” expostu- lated Kelly. “Sois mine; but it won't be in hock long if we keep our hands off and let him run things. Kelly subsided, grumbling, Plunger rose, buttoned his coat above the bulge caused by the roll of bills, and bade his friends good night. There was something almost jaunty in his man ner as he took his departure. “T must go and make final arrangements with my betting commissioners,” said he with a smile. “He ain’t saying much,” sack after the door closed, “ thinking hard for a month.” il she starts are is ll said can and the carefully remarked Cu but he’s been “The mare is an absolute cinch, barrin’ the breakin’ of a leg,”’ replied Kelly. “I wish I felt as sure of the Plunger. He has delusions of grandeur, ye know.” “Leave it to him,” said the faithful but none too brilliant Cusack. “When they was giving out the brains he wasn’t behind the door. And as for him having what you said, he’s been at my place a good deal lately, but he never complained of feeling poorly.” Iv N EVERY betting ring there is a Big Store; in other words, one bookmaker whose prices serve as a model for the smaller fry. Mose Levine operated the Big Store at the Oakland Track, and his heavy under lip curled in a co ntemptuous sneer as he tacked up the card of entries for the second race. *Dogs—every last one of ’em!"’ reaching for his chalk. Levine was in no hurry to post the open ing odds. He knew that the other men waited for his figures and that the race-track regulars watched him; it was his moment in the limelight and he always made the most of it. With insulting delib eration he began to chalk up the pause between each one. 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Kennedy is pickin’ out the cotton now.” “Cotton pads, eh? Soaked in dope, most likely. Kelly tried that a couple of times, but it didn’t work. Have you found out if they’ve been working her anywhere?’ “All I know is that they’ve had her in a barn outside the track.” Levine cut Granada Boy to 6 to 2, and chalked up a price of 15 to 1 on Sailor Girl. While he was filling the rest of his slate there was a wild commotion on the out- skirts of the betting ring. Hoarse voices were heard uplifted in song; and Levine, turning, saw a group of sailors lurching through the crowd, their flat blue caps bobbing and their bronzed faces reflecting the high shine of a perfect day ashore. With them was a petty officer, who had evi- dently not been celebrating so extensively as his fellows. One tremendous bluejacket acted as pi- lot —a broad-shouldered, deep-chested, bull- voiced Swede; and as he elbowed his way through the crowd his pale blue eyes fell on Mose Levine’s slate. He halted and began to spell out the names: “Granada Boy; Golden Dream; Baldy Parker— maybe that bane little Yim Parker, on the Charlestown, eh? Sailor Girl—hey, fallers, look! A horse named Sailor Girl bane goin’ to run to-day!” His mates crowded round him and a ¢re- mendous hubbub ensued, a dozen strong men shouting at once. Over the tumult rose the bellowing voice of the Swede: “Ay got a hunch a sailor boy can win if he bet on Sailor Girl!” He forced his way to Levine’s stand, where he paused, swaying slightly. “Mister, that Sailor Girl chance?”’ “They've all got a chance,” answered Le- vine with a grin at his sheetwriter. “‘ Want to bet on her?” ‘Ay have a look-see.”’ The Swede took off his flat cap and peered into the crown. It contained a pack- age of cigarettes, a corkscrew and a small roll of bills. Removing the currency, the sailor carefully replaced his cap over one eye and began to count his money. Levine noted with itching interest that the bills were of large denominations— twenties and tens. “We yust got back from a long cruise,” said the Swede apologetically, “‘an’ don’t draw our pay till we get home. Ay got no small change, mister.” “Bet whatever you like,” said Mose Levine. “What do you think this is—a dollar book?” “Ay bet you she got a twenty on Sailor Girl,” smiled the Swede, trying to fix Levine with a vacant stare. He peeled off a note and offered it to the bookmaker. ‘Sailor Girl to win, three hundred to twenty!” chanted Levine. “Here’s your ticket.’ The Swede eyed the pasteboard stupidly. “You keep that,” explained Levine, “and if Sailor Girl wins come back here and I'll give you three hundred and twenty dollars for it.” The Swede studied for a moment, his lips moving silently; then his voice rose in a mighty roar: “Hey, fallers, look here!” The other sailors crowded round him, ex- claiming and gesticulating as they examined the figures on the ticket. The petty officer took some part in the discussion— Levine heard him remonstrating with the rank and file and urging caution—but he was soon shouldered out of the circle and bade to save his authority until afloat. Immedi- ately the space in front of Levine’s block was jammed with bareheaded sailors, all fumbling in their caps and filling the air with maudlin demands for tickets on Sailor Girl to win: “Here, matey! Take mine!” “Shay, who’sh crowdin’ me? Lemme "lone!”” “Port your helm, you lubber! Port your helm !”" “One at a time, gentlemen; one at a time,”” grinned Levine. “‘No hurry.’ Meanwhile the other block men, scent- ing soft money, endeavored to attract the attentién of the bluejackets: “Ship ahoy!” “Say, bring some of that money over here! ad “Don’t spend it all in one place!” April 22, 1916 The sailors lingered with Levine until the last man had stowed a pasteboard away in his cap, and then the sheet and ticket writers had a breathing spell while the tars held another noisy consultation. At the end of it the Swede again presented himself, smiling a loose and wheedling smile. “*Mister,”’ said he, “‘we bet you once all round; but—’ic—maybe we like to bet you some more, just for luck.” “You don’t see anybody holding you, do you?” asked Levine. ‘Fallers, he says he don’t care!” the Swede. Again Levine was mobbed by eager in- vestors, some of whom insisted on betting three or four times. The other block men barked in vain until one of them chalked up odds of 20 to 1 on Sailor Girl, when there was a wild rush and a transfer of patronage. In the lull the sheet writer tugged at Levine’s sleeve. ““We're loaded for bear on Sailor Girl,” said he. ‘‘ Better quit taking their money.” “Quit? With a lot of drunken sailors playing a hunch? I wish they had a mil- lion!” And Levine promptly erased the 15 and substituted 20. “* Prices as good as the best!’’ he chanted. “Come get your Sailor Girl—all you want of it—twenty dollars for one!” The majority of the bluejackets returned to him, handing up their currency as long as it lasted. The others rioted all over the betting ring, registering each new transac- tion with drunken whoops of triumph. Their antics brought forth gales of laugh- ter; anxious touts hung in their wake, but the sailors would play nothing but Sailor Girl!—Sailor Girl!—Sailor Girl! Jack ashore is notoriously easy prey, and never easier than when he meets with pro- fessional gamblers. The block men, taking in the situation at a glance, solicited busi- ness at the tops of their voices. They en- joyed the naval interlude hugely, regarding the sailors’ bank rolls as bread returning from salty waters. “They're just bettin’ a drunken hunch,” said the wise ones. “All they know about the mare is that the ay like the name. Well, a fool and his money bawled v FTER the final bugle call Plunger Ken- nedy hoisted Johnny Dugan into the saddle, patted the mare on the neck and drifted inconspicuously out of the paddock He skirted the far edge of the betting ring, giving no more than a glance at the prices, entered the restaurant, and rapped on the door of a private room. Meantime Mike Kelly was telling his troubles to Milt Cusack. “T ducked out to the paddock when the bugle blew,” said he, “‘but I couldn’t find Kennedy anywhere. Him an’ his bettin’ commissioners! They waited too long; an’ a gang of drunken sailors beat him to it played the mare all over the ring! They got the cream o’ the price; an’ if the Plunger meant to wait for post odds the stuff is off. Every book in the Ting has got all the Sailor Girl it can carry! “Well,” said Cusack, “liet’s hope the Plunger gets enough of it placed to break us even. Could he have left some of it to be played in the pool rooms across the bay?’ ‘Lord, I hope he did!” groaned Kelly. *There’s nothin’ left here.” Mr. Moses Levine stood on a chair at the edge of the lawn and peered through his expensive imported binoculars. ‘What colors are those moving up on the outside? ?” he asked. “I can’t make em out.’ “Dark blue, white sleeves, white cap,” said Cwsar Goldmark. “‘Those are Ken- nedy’s colors, Mose.” “Sailor Girl!’ ejaculated Levine. ““I—I can’t see her very well. How is she going? She oughtn’t to last to the turn.” ““Maybe not; but if she keeps up her lick she'll be in front in fifty yards.’ “In front! That old cripple? ’s stopping now!” “No,” said Goldmark; “it’s that other blue thing you’re looking at. That’s Sailor Girl in front now.” Down by the fence, Mike Kelly and Cu- sack, taking turns at a cheap field glass, were also aware that the blue-and-white colors were setting the pace. “Just runnin’ away from ’em,” said Kelly dolefully; “and we don’t know whether we’ve got a nickel on her or not!” “But he was so sure,” argued Cusack. “He had it all planned out.” (Cencluded on Page 77) I tell you

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OODYEAR makes but one single tube bicycle tire—the Guaranteed Blue Streak, non-skid, which sells for $2.50 each. a It is known by the distinctive Blue Streak on each side of the tread. Buy Goodyear Blue Streaks, non skid, from any reliable bicycle or hardware dealer anywhere, for $2.50 each. Blue Streaks carry the same guaran- tee as tires for which you must pay as high as $10 a pair. The Goodyear Tire & Rubber Company, Akron, Ohio OOD YEAR Bicycle Tires mores ALL ied , ‘We are protectin this steel work RIGHT” W! RE using the same paint in this building of yours that was used on the Pennsylvania Station, Locks of Panama Canal, the Metro- politan Tower and the Hell Gate Bridge in New York It's different from all other steel priming coats, ind they call it TOCKOLITH THE PATENTED CEMENT PAINT W. Tockolith is different, and it works differently In drying it liberates lime and in this way deposits a hard ement coating on the steel It even combines with incipient rust, ef tectively stopping any further oxidation R. 1. W. Tockolith and a suitable finish ng coat of R. I. W. Damp-Resisting Paint make a combination that pro tects steel work so thoroughly titi kept in the same perfect conditior was in when it left the fabricating shop Write to Dept. Z for free copy { of the Tockolith booklet TOCH BROTHERS Established 1848 of R. 1. W. Presere Enamel t inventors and Manufacturer Paints, Compound 320 Fifth Avenue Works, New Y ork; Lond New York City m, England, and Toront Canada THE SATURDAY (Concluded from Page 74 “How could he figure that a bunch of | drunken fools would beat him to it? I wonder where he went to.” Halfway round the turn Johnny Dugan looked behind him. The nearest horse was two lengths away and the field was begin- ning to straggle. “Tt’s all over,” thought the jockey—“‘all over but the shoutin’! They're dyin’ be- hind her now; but Kennedy said to take | no chances an’ send her along. I guess I'll just let out some of these wraps an’ set her down a little. Come on, Sailor Girl! Show ‘em you're a race horse yet!” “How is she now?” asked Levine anx- iously. “Just breezing,” replied Cwsar; ‘and the boy ain’t even called on her for any thing.” “But she'll quit!’”’ gulped Mose. “‘She she’s got to quit! Those lame feet wil! stop her. . . . Ain't she slowing up now? “Tf she is I'd hate to see her begin to run. How much of that alleged sucker money did you take?” “Enough to put an awful crimp in the book—and me! But, with a mare as lame as she is—and a lot of drunken sailors play- ing a hunch os Goldmark laughed harshly and slipped his binocular into the case. “Yes,” he growled; “‘about as drunk as that mare is lame! And you fell for it and tried to break the United States Navy on a twenty-to-one shot! I wish I had a few horses as badly crippled up as Sailor Girl; then I wouldn’t have to work for a fathead like you!” ““You— you think somebody knew some- thing?” gurgled Levine. “The sailors did,”” was the curt reply “You can arrange to pay off on Sailor Girl—she wins in a romp-—poor lame thing!” “Oh, look at her come!”’ quavered Mike Kelly. “She wins all by her little lone! Why didn’t I hold out a couple of hundred and bet it myself? Why didn’t I, Cusack?” “*Because you agreed to leave that part of it to me,” spoke a quiet voice. Kelly and Cusack whirled, and there stood Plunger Kennedy, smiling slightly as he watched Sailor Girl pass under the wire a dozen lengths ahead of her field. The little gray man was as calm and serene as a June morning. Behind him were two strangers in the uniform of the United States Navy—a dapper petty officer and a tremendous blue jacketed Swede, the latter perfectly sober and grinning from ear to ear “Glory!” yelled Kelly, grabbing Ken- nedy by the shoulders. ‘And | never guessed it! Sailors for bettin’ commission ers, eh?” “Exactly,” replied the Plunger. “And not so drunk as they looked. They got us the price on Sailor Girl.”’ The great crowd that had gathered to watch Mose Levine pay the sailors saw, in- stead, a small gray man in worn tweeds, who dumped a formidable stack of paste- boards on the narrow counter under the cashier’s nose. “Tell Levine I want to see him,” said the Plunger The cashier passed the word, and Levine climbed over the railing and into the booth “You?” said he, swallowing hard. * You! Why, the bets x ss were made by my commissioners. I've waited a long time to get you, Levine; and now I’ve got you good!” Mose realized all the bitter truth of the Plunger’s remark. “II don’t keep any such sum of mone out here at the track,”’ said he. “Then goand borrow it from your friends I lost to you, and I paid. Go borrow it!” That night the Plunger gave a banquet to his two friends while his betting com- missioners explored the Barbary regardless of expense. “Only one thing I regret,”’ said Mike Kelly, toying with the stem of a wineglass “Johnny won too far away with the mare. He fixed it so we can’t get a price on her the next time out.” “There will be no next time out,” said Kennedy. ‘“‘To-morrow morning I an- nounce through the medium of the press my retirement from the turf. Sailor Girl retires with me. Her sore feet have earned a rest. The mare is my pensioner.” ““Gosh!”’ said Milt Cusack. “Fell’rs, I feel’s if I could pen—penz’h’n m’ whole livery stable! Wow!” Coast EVENING POST Beards had itall their own way until 1840 Then Williams’ Shaving Soap came along and a clean shave became a habit, like a clean shirt. Poday a shave is an every morning event because Williams Shaving Soap has made it as easy as dressing and as refreshing as a bath. There have been lots of shaving soaps since 1840. make soap-suds. Anybody can make soap; any soap will But the rich, creamy, softening lather of Williams’ Shaving Soap is the result of specializing on shavil ig soap tor 75 years. Is yours a beard that fights the razor over every inch of your face? Is yours a skin so tender that you wonder how it produces so tough a beard? ‘Then Williams’ lather was made for you, for it is that combination that has made it famous. It comes in four convenient forms STICK, POWDER, CREAM, LIQUID in each is the same New England purity and honesty of purpose that your grandfather enjoyed in the original Yankee Shaving Soap. Send 12 cents in stamps for a trial srae of four forms, and then decide which you prefer Or send 4 ni , lamp for nn Ne 4, Glastonbury, Conn THE J. B. WILLIAMS CO., Depi Add the finishing touch to your shave with Williams’ luxurious Tale Powder

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THE SATURDAY And the Porcelain Doesnt Break The rapid succession of explosions in your cylinders beats upon the porcelain insulators of your spark plugs like the blows of a trip hammer. Champion ~— 4 against breakage. porcelains are double cushioned At both shoulders of the porcelain there is an asbestos cushioned copper gasket to ease the force of the explosions and your cylinders. rhis is one good reason for the dependability of Cham- pion “X"’ Plugs. And because they are so reliably dependable Cham- pion ‘X”’ Plugs are installed on all new Ford Cars and have been since 1911, absolutely hold the compression in They are part and parcel of the reliability of these popular Cars. Remember to specify Champion ‘‘X"’ when you go to your dealer for new plugs for your Ford. Champion Spark Plug Co., 110 Avondale Ave., Toledo, Shc: RNS ea) Re Buy the World’s Best Hen i is the only refrigerator awarded the Gold Medal at t Panama-Pacific Intemational Ex- sition, Beautiful—sanitary. nameled snowy-white inside and out. Revolving shelves. Cork- cushioned door andcover. Newat tachment for ice-cold drink ing water. Nickeltrimmings. SANITARY frigerator (Used by U.S. Got) Get our direct-from-factory price and casy payment plan 30 days’ free trial Freight prepaid. Write to day for handsome free catalog TOR CO WHITE FROST REFRIGERA Dept. C4 Jackson, Michigan &) “Oh! What Rest and Comfort” ALLEN’S FOOT-EASE The Antiseptic Powder to Shake Into Your Shoes and use in the Foot-Bath. Makes tight-fitting or mew shoes feel easy Over 100,000 packages are being used by the German and Allied troops at the frent. Nothing rests the feet so quickly and thoroughly. It takes the friction from the Shoe, the sting out of Corns and Bunions and makes walking a delight We have over 30,000 testimonials. Try it TO-DAY Sold everywhere, 25 cts. Don't accept any substitute. FREE TRIAL PACKAGE sent by mail. Address, ALLEN S. OLMSTED, Le Roy, N.Y. When is white lead not white lead? When it's tinted green? Wrong! It takes such a tiny portion of color to give Dutch Boy White Lead one of the beautiful tints that it may still be considered pure white leac Specify pure white lead, no matter what tint you want your paint. Write for Paint Tips No. 126 NATIONAL LEAD COMPANY New York Boston Cincinnati Cleveland Buffalo Chicago San Francisco St. Louis QWohn T. Lewis & Bros. Co., Philadelphia (National Lead & Oil Co., Pittsburgh) Sales Dwisien, Box 353 A Baseball Outfit Will Be Given To Any Boy who will devote a few hours to selling The during the next two or three weeks. THE CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY Saturday Evening Post Let us tell you about it. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania | boards, running up and down. EVENING POST April 22, 1916 LITTLE JOHNNY WANT- TO-KNOW By James BIG window-glass company was hav- ing trouble with its packing cases. Costly shipments of window glass were | sent out in cases that seemed especially | strong and sound. The case would reach the customer in good condition; but much | of the glass was broken. Investigation in- | dicated that damage was done by the case | swaying upon itself in transit. This sway, facilitated by the heavy contents, did not | hurt the ease particularly, but was awfully rough on the glass. “Well, wood is cheaper than glass—get stronger packing cases,” ordered the presi- dent of the company. This was done. Cases were built twice as heavy. But still the glass was broken. Finally the president turned the problem over to a mechanical engineer. The engineer selected an empty packing case and had it nailed tight to the floor, and the cover boards put on, just as though it were being shipped full of glass. It was an oblong box. The top and bottom were made of heavy boards, running lengthwise, well braced. The sides were stout, narrow He at- tached some hooks to one of the upper ends, ran wire rope from these hooks over pulleys i in such a way that weights could be applied to exert a horizontal pull, swaying the case as it was swayed in transit, and began piling on weights a hundred pounds at a time. “What do you want to do?” interested president. “Ask this box some questions,” was the reply. “‘I want to know where it is weak, and just how weak in pounds. I’m going to collapse it. After we get some facts, maybe we can design a stronger packing case.” “By Jove! You won’t collapse that box with hundred-pound weights!’’ declared the executive. “It’s the strongest shipping case we could buy. You need tons instead of hundreds. Rig up some way of getting asked the | your pull with levers!” But after six hundred pounds had been piled on, the box began to sway out of line. At twelve hundred pounds it collapsed. Its short up-and-down board sides simply sagged until they let go, giving a vivid illustration of what would happen to glass inside. “That's one thing we've found out,” said the engineer. “‘ The sides are the weak part. No amount of timber added to that kind of box would make it stronger.” Men Who Hunt for the Missing Tick Out of the remnants he had a new pack- ing case made, with side boards running diagonally instead of up and down, and counterwise to each other on opposite sides. When weights were applied to that it stood a pull of a ton and a half. Eventually a much lighter and cheaper case with diag- onal sides was found adequate. This stood a pull of twenty-two hundred pounds, and carried glass without loss. What the engineer really did was to transform the packing case into a bridge truss. And if records of freight damage and claims against railroads are any guide, many pack- ing cases could be improved on the same principle. Little Johnny Want-to-Know cuts quite a figure in business nowadays. Things are being reckoned down to such fine points in every industry that guess- work can no longer be tolerated. Business men are catching this engineer habit of ask- ing questions when they run up against a tough problem—asking the problem to please throw some light upon itself. Whereas they used to speculate or argue about facts that called for a little ingenious measuring or weighing, now they reach for the foot rule or study where to apply the pulley weights. Whereas they once wondered why a thing stopped ticking, now they take it apart in a systematic, experimental manner to see where the tick has gone. The engineer has his question habit drilled into him at college. Back of that habit is a great organization for conducting tests and determining standards— profes- sional societies for testing materials and | carrying out scientific researches, bureaus H. Collins of standards, and the like. From this or- ganization there is always flowing a stream of ascertained facts about the strength, properties and behavior of materials. Al- ready enough facts have been accumulated to improve many products and processes. But the average American business man is not getting full benefit from these valu- able results as yet, because he is usually self-taught and inclined to work by rule of thumb. He needs a point of view to benefit in the greatest degree, the point of view of the engineer’s question habit—the spirit of Little Johnny Want-to-Know. Little Johnny is an everyday sort of fel- low at bottom. Follow him into a big testing laboratory, and he may look quite intricate; for many of the simple questions he brings up must be answered with special apparatus in the hands of trained scientists. Yet even the complex problem started somewhere from an ordinary question, and the habit of asking a problem to explain itself is the main essential. Once the ques- tion is formulated, getting the answer may be a matter of common sense calling for little apparatus or technical knowledge. Testing Better Than Guessing Some years ago a huge railroad terminal was being built. Among other materials needed was an immense quantity of com- position flooring. Salesmen were after that fat order early. They called on the engi- neers with different brands of flooring, each man claiming that his stuff was best, and producing testimonials to prove it. The engineers did not waste much time on claims or testimonials. They chalked out a long stretch of pavement, in spaces of a couple of dozen yards or so, and assigned one space to each man. “Have your brand of flooring laid there in your own way, according to your ideas of in- stalling to give the best results,” they said. There were a dozen brands or more, of all colors and kinds. The pavement looked like a long, variegated ribbon when it was finished. Then a fence was taken down and the main stream of travel through the emerging terminal diverted, so that for two years that pavement was tramped under foot by tens of thousands of people every day. When the engineers were ready to buy floor composition, they made a study of the way each brand had stood up under the traffic—and then devised a flooring compo- sition of their own! In the same terminal there was another problem—that of getting people from lower train levels to the street, for much of the building is underground. Incline walks were decided upon as better than stairs or elevators. What was the easiest grade for these inclines? Perhaps the problem might have been worked out mathematically, but the engineers took a simpler method. Wherever it was necessary to conduct people from one level to another during the construction of the building, they built an incline at some particular grade and timed the crowds as they walked upit. When they were ready to build their permanent inclines they knew exactly the grade percentage up which a crowd could walk with the least effort. Even the specialist himself, supplied with delicate apparatus for test investigations, is frequently called upon to get results by everyday methods. There was a textile lawsuit in court, and a fiber expert was called to testify. Quite casually, as part of his testimony, he stated that a mercerized cotton thread would sus- tain a weight of thirty pounds. Little Johnny Want-to-Know happened to be sitting on the bench, and this statement made an immediate impression on the judge. “Hold on there!” said His Henor, sitting up. “‘ What sort of thread is that?”’ The expert witness exhibited the thread. ““You mean to tell me such a thread will sustain thirty pounds?” asked the judge incredulously. “I'd like to see it done.” Such tests are carried out under labora- tory conditions, of course, with special apparatus. But it would not do to explain (Centinued on Page 81)

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Reside tad ey he «all ala aye Late Sa a mT aC MMi + tot hel a MME HE.

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A Record of Good Roads That Every Taxpayer Should Read The Old Macadam Road In the old days before the automobile, the roadway that MacAdam invented a hun- dred years ago was good enough for any- body. It was hard, smooth, fairly dustless and easy to maintain at slight annual ex- pense. Its durability varied, of course, with the traffic but it would go for some ten years or more without serious recon- struction. The Automobile Arrives Then came the automobile storming down MacAdam’s smooth highway with a vicious abrasive thrust of its powerful rear wheels and scattering MacAdam’s expensive materials to the winds. And macadam roads promptly went out of date. There are still some road builders who are trying to make them serve in this day of fast traffic, and find that they are either the custodians of melancholy lanes of loose stone or are engaged incessantly in expensive repair and reconstruction.

Tarvia Roads

To make the road once again stronger than the vehicle, modern engineers em- ploy bitumens of which the best known and most used is Tarvia.

Tarvia is a tough, coal tar preparation. It is not an oi] and does not track or smell. It is not a dust-layer but rather a dust-preventer. Its use also adds great- ly to the life of the roadway since it cements the road into a tough, slightly plastic matrix that withstands automobile and horse-drawn traffic to an extent that is remarkable.

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Newton Boulevard, Newton, Mass. Treated with**Tarvia-A”’ nine years ago. Still in good condition. cently but some of the early Tarvia roads are now ready to testify. For instance: A nine year record Newton Boulevard, Newton, Mass., was tarviated for five miles in 1906 and 1907. It is a great automobile thoroughfare and before that time its maintenance was difficult and costly. The original 1906 treatment has never been re- newed and repairs have been too insig- nificant to compute. At the most an inexpensive renewal of the top coat of Tarvia will make it good for another long period, A ten year record Bellflower Avenue, a fine residential street in Cleveland, Ohio, was built with Tarvia in 1905. The photograph below

How long the Tarvia bond would with- In order to bring the facts before taxpayers as well as road authorities, The Barrett Company has organized a Special Service Department, which keeps up to the minute on all road problems. If you will write to nearest office regarding road We me rHE PATERSON MANUFACTURING COMPANY, Limited:

Bellflower Ave., Cleveland,O. Constructed with ‘“Tarvia-X”’ in 1905, Note its present good condition after 10 years! of this paving was taken in 1915 show- ing its fine condition after ten years’ serv- ice without renewal or repairs, a record obviously impossible for plain macadam on a city street like this. MN, 8) 7A Nl A RA OO a Bs GIN Special Service Department A six year record This was on the fashionable Lake Shore Drive in the city of Chicago where plain macadam would probably not have lasted through a single winter. As to the future Such veteran Tarvia roads are the fore- runners of a host that will be recorded a little later when the great mileages of Tarvia work that were built in 1909, 1910 and 1911 have reached a ripe old age. Those early Tarvia roads were crude compared with the more scientific and more durable construction of today.

Lake Shore Drive, Chicago, Ll. Reconstructed with Tarvia in 1909, Heavy traffic but still good in 1915 as above. Different grades of Tarvia Tarvia is made in three grades: ‘‘ Tarvia- X”’ for new or rebuilt roads and pave- ments, ‘‘Tarvia-A” for surface applica- tion, and ‘“Tarvia-B”’ for dust prevention and road preservation. A word to taxpayers You, as a taxpayer, are paying for roads. If you have dusty plain macadam, you are paying enough to secure durable, dustless Tarvia roads, for the latter, owing to the saving in maintenance expenses, cost no more in the end. Remember that dusty roads are not signs of economy, but of wasteful and antiquated methods. ait " " we a é

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(Continued from Page 78) that and pass on to other matters—too much explanation might lose the suit. So the court crier gathered up about thirty pounds of law books, and the expert pro- ceeded to suspend them by his mercerized thread. Luck was with him that day. It worked! He even swung the law books a trifle to impress the judge. But the risk made his undershirt crawl right up his spine. Questions, doubts and mysteries are con- stantly arising in connection with mate- rials, and must be cleared up by the testing expert or somebody with his point of view. “One test is worth a thousand guesses,” say the testing experts. “Complete work- ing knowledge of the properties of mate- rials is so rare that unsuitable stuff is constantly being used. A dingy little fact about some minor ingredient in your prod- uct may be more important to you than the law of the conservation of energy. Tests bring out the facts, stop losses and mistakes, improve processes and products, increase the purchasing power of the dollar.” Discoveries About Cutting Tools Some questions bob up in the form of trouble, like the glass company’s breakage losses, and demand investigation along a new line because they have apparently never been answered before. Maybe a little common-sense experimenting will give the answer, but often the problem must be passed along to the proper experts, who have equipment for investigating fine technical points. In railroad maintenance work there had long been one item of expense that seemed unavoidable—the tightening of track bolts. For these bolts worked loose in service to such an extent that men had to be kept patrolling the tracks. The blame was placed on the vibration of trains, and many efforts were made to perfect a self-locking device, at a reasonable price, that would keep bolts in place. Recently engineering tests have shown quite another cause. It is now known to be due, partly at least, to the stretching of the boits by too much tightening. Certainly a track bolt is a rugged piece of hardware and few people would think of it as elastic. Yet it has lim- its of elasticity, like everything else, and an extra long wrench in the hands of a zealous trackman is enough to do damage. When engineers realized this they brought astrong trackman into the laboratory, had him tighten various kinds of bolts with various lengths of wrenches, and weighed all his efforts on a testing machine. With the facts in hand they were able to prescribe standard-length wrenches, so that the aver- age trackman, with the right wrench, can tighten the average bolt enough, but not too much The weighing and measuring of things that are taken for granted in business or put forward as claims, offer very rich fields for the man with the question habit. Many of these claims are not true, and the discov- ery of the real facts about them may bring a profitable change in methods. For instance, a file is a simple tool. Mil- lions of files are used in machine shops every year, and it might be thought that all the facts about them had been ascertained long ago. In machine shops one can find plenty of superintendents who believe in their instinctive knowledge of files, and pride themselves upon shrewdness in buy- ing Files wear down with use, and it is cus- tomary to recut their teeth by various processes, then put them back into service. That is supposed te be an economy. In one shop the superintendent had his doubts, so he went into this matter of resharpened files with unbiased inquisitiveness. A simple device for cutting metal test pieces with various kinds of files, new and re- sharpened, was rigged up, and the quantity of metal removed by each file measured. Resharpened files cut only half as much metal as new ones, and though they were supposed to be very cheap, because their cost was only the charge for resharpening, they proved to be very dear when measured in the wages of mechanics. When a file is worn out in that shop now it goes on the scrap pile. In England tests with a special machine have shown that one side of a file will vary so much from the other as to do three times the work, and that a slight difference in price, such as a purchasing agent might think shrewd economy, will mean a reduction of shop efficiency by one- half or more. THE SATURDAY The first experiments in high-speed steel- cutting tools were largely in the nature of elaborate bookkeeping by an inquisitive engineer, the late Frederick Taylor. He went into a huge machine shop where sev- eral hundred different brands of tool steel were being bought. Each foreman and superintendent had his favorite brand, and thought it superior to every other. All brands were brought together and tested. None proved to be much better than an) other by actual measurement of work. But Taylor noticed that occasionally there was a tool that did wonderful work. When that tool was traced back it was found to be not a superior brand of steel, but a particular tool of almost any good, high-speed steel which had been heated higher than the standard cherry red prescribed by the steel manufacturers for tempering. From the viewpoint of the steel-maker it was a spoiled tool. Investigation showed that here was the real answer to the high-speed- steel question, and a process for tempering tools at higher heats was developed. Common materials often hold important secrets, waiting for Little Johnny Want-to- Know to come along and quiz them. The new theory of the value of sulphur as plant food is an illustration. Two agricultural investigators found that sulphur was a factor in wool production. So they set out to ascertain how much of it was contained in crops eaten by sheep. For years and years the basis of knowledge on that point had been some old tables made by a scien- tist who burned plants and analyzed the sulphur in the ashes. These tables indi- cated that the amount contained in the crops was small. Everybody accepted this fact as final. But sulphur is volatile, and much of it would be lost by burning. The new investigators analyzed dried plants and found not merely more sulphur but so much that they began experimenting with it as a fertilizer. To-day sulphur is being used rather widely for that purpose. A fair, common-sense test of material may prove a claim to be right, as is illus- trated in the case of a hardware salesman who recommended cement-coated nails to a shipping clerk, asserting that they would hold twice as well as ordinary nails in pack- ing cases. The shipping clerk was from Missouri and rigged up a homemade test. Fastening with ordinary nails a plank to some beams, he loaded it with weights until it pulled loose. Then the plank was fastened with the same number of cement-coated nails and held twice the weight, showing that the salesman had told the truth. The shipping clerk used those nails to make his crates stronger, and the hardware salesman got such a fine, practical selling argument that he wondered why he hadn't thought of that scheme himself. Tests for Hardness But one point about Little Johnny Want- to-Know must be remembered—that if he is given any encouragement at all he will soon demand a place on the pay roll, with a department to himself. For this question habit leads up to investigating standards in materials and products. It is all very well, when trouble looms up, to locate the cause or to apply exact measurements to claims and beliefs that have grown up round mate- rials; but to make a profit on Little Johnny he must be turned into a factory process set to work in a routine way, watching everything that comes into the plant and all that goes out. Like every other depart- ment head he needs volume of turnover to demonstrate his efficiency. And so must business concerns nowadays have testing departments; much of the interest and profit in that line lie in the working out of simple, quick, low-cost methods for utuiliz- ing the discoveries of testing experts. The hardness of metal is becoming more and more important nowadays, as special steels and alloys are developed for special purposes. Most of the metal bought for a factory must be tested for hardness, wher it comes in as raw material, and also fol- lowed through the works as it is forged, annealed, heat-treated and manipulated generally. Testing for hardness used to be almost a scientific experiment, for a piece of the metal must be polished and then scratched with other metal of known hardness. That led to pressing two pieces of metal to- gether—one being of known hardness and to measuring the indentation in the test specimen; and this in turn led to in- denting the test specimen with a hard metal ball. Finally, some years ago, an EVENING POST IVER COHNSON ‘a A This model, $30 Is Riding This Year li Wi Bicycling has suddenly returned to a nat wid Is as a sport LE vervone ule t “ ‘ it the fashi er of Florida and California Fortunately, you know the bicycle to buy For th yeal Send for the Iver Johnson has ranked in your opinion as the be made, strongest, fastest and finest bicycle. It is made of seamless steel this tubing, has finest bearings ever used in a bicycle, and is finished with four coats of baked and hand-rubbed enamel FR EE The model above costs $30 Other models from $20 to $55 Our big, 84-page catalog describes the line and explains the m« BOOK chanical superiority of the Iver Johnson True Preparedness * “4, means that each individual is ready to defend himself, his home kK and his country. Learn how to use firearms. Buy a good revolver is a and get used to the smell of gunpowder \ safer, harder or = : straighter shooting revolver cannot be made than the Iver ua ku Johnson. It is so safe that you can drop it, or hit it; throw it t ! against a wall or Hammer the Hammer without danger of acci a ~ ~~ dental discharge The regular model costs $6. With faction. 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We can give him all these thing We have done it for th sands of other boys Let us have your boy for a few hours each week this summer With school closed, he'd explode without some outlet for his ener; and we can give him the right outlet But first, that you m bn ire we know whereof we speak write for our booklet, ‘“‘What Shall | Do With My Boy Vocational Department, Sales Division, Box 354 THE CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY, PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA

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Also much useful Send for it | LOW_FACTORY PRICES direct to you. No me else can offer You cannot atte ord to buy a bicycle, tires or sundries without frst learning whai we offer you rite now MEAD CYCLE CO., Dept. N-55, CHICAGO, ILL. such values and such terms. am” N absolutely pure, nutritious, wholesome confection. Delicious in cakes, salads, cocoa, or toasted. At your dealer’s or by pre- paid parcel post, one pound, 35c, 3 Ibs. $1.00, 5 Ibs. $1.50. THE ROCHESTER CANDY WORKS, 411 State Street, Rochester, N.Y. EVENING POST American invented the scleroscope, an in- strument now in general use, which makes the hardness test simply by bouncing a steel ball on the metal to be tested, the height of rebound, measured on a glass scale something like a thermometer, giving the degree of hardness. This rebound prin- ciple has been applied to hardness testing as a factory process, so that its operation is automatic. At one factory where thousands of steel balls for ball bearings must be tested, a de- vice was rigged up by which several quarts of balls, dumped into a hopper, would roll one by »ne out of a trough, drop a foot or so onto a steel plate and rebound. If they had the required degree of hardness the bounce landed them among the accepted balls, but if too soft or too hard they fell short or jumped over. To inspect twelve hundred million shot a day, the output of a big shot tower, would be quite a job if it had to be done by eye- sight. But it is managed automatically on a similar principle, for each shot as it emerges for testing has to take a little run down an incline and then jump. If it is a perfect shot it is able to jump into the ac- cepted class, while if it is imperfect it falls | short and goes back to be remelted. The testing of metal for composition, tensile strength and other points often re- quires elaborate apparatus, chemical anal- yses and the breaking of test specimens in big machines capable of applying hundreds of thousands of pounds of pull. But a fore- man or superintendent with the question habit well developed often contrives simple tests for tools or materials. Needles are an important item in making shoes, for instance. It takes about one needle to each three dozen pairs of welts alone, and more when there is considerable breakage of needles. The foreman of a big New England shoe factory started keeping records of needle performance. When everything was running smoothly on the welting machines, with little breakage of needles, he took several hundred of those needles and put them away for a standard. A week later, perhaps, there would be a sudden epidemic of broken needles in the welting room. Immediately he equipped every machine with the needles laid aside, and if these broke he knew that the trouble was not in needles but must be sought further. If the needles stood up, however, that was proof of poor quality in those that had broken, and he returned them to the manufacturer for replacement. The Imitation Horse and Wagon Routine tests have led to many ingenious | devices for trying out products and mate- | built entirely rialsunder conditions similar to those to be met in service. Apparatus such as an adding machine, for instance, will be shut up in a sound- proof box in the testing laboratory and operated millions of times mechanically with a counter, in order to determine wear of parts and reveal weakness in design. Paint manufacturers have erected a fence at one of the great Eastern ocean resorts, of paddles covered with paints of different kinds and brands, which are exposed to weather for long periods and officially examined and reported upon each year. The same weather test is applied to elaborate series of sheet-iron specimens, to determine resistance to corrosion. For test- ing paving and road materials there has been invented the mechanical horse and wagon. A circular piece of pavement is built out of the bricks, blocks or composi- tion to be tested, and subjected to days of wear by a sort of merry-go-round arrange- ment with two large wheels, one striking the road millions of times with steel shoes ; to approximate the tread of the horse—and | indispensable. the other with wagon tires. Road engi- neers also use a “rattler” test for paving brick, the brick "being banged about for hours in a revolving box and the wear meas- ured to determine quality. Smoking cigars to ascertain burning quality was one of the disagreeable routine duties in a big factory; now it is done by a machine that pneumatically smokes five at once at several different speeds. When the automobile was new the road test for try- ing out each assembled car was regarded as But as the industry grew automobile towns became congested with | test cars. Now much of the testing is done indoors, on the different units that go to make up the complete car, and in some plants the power that was formerly needed | to carry the car over the roads under the April 22, 1916 old test method is now utilized to make electric current for lighting the factory. Fine scientific test apparatus in some lines can be used to back up good judgment. The cotton buyer for a textile mill is trained to detect unripe, immature and dead fiber in the samples submitted to him for purchase. But there is a limit to his skill. He cannot determine the percentages of defective fiber, and for lack of complete knowledge may accept.a lot of cotton that will later make trouble in the mill. The treasurer of an Eastern textile mill got in- terested in this problem, and began some experiments in microphotography in con- nection with the buying. Results were both practical and startling. When samples of fiber were photographed under the microscope every defect was revealed in percentages. Unripe fiber was seen to be lacking in cell walls, poor spinning staple had an imperfect twist, first pickings of the fields were inferior to later pickings. Micro- photographs of fiber that give trouble in the mill show up defects in the fiber that call for special adjustment of machinery. This test proved to be so important that it is now applied to all the cotton bought by that mill, and in one case saved, in one season, many thousands of doilars by re- vealing in the cotton from a whole Southern section defects due to bad weather condi- tions, so the mill could refuse that cotton until it became normal again. Pulling Tests for Textiles Buildings have been constructed for the sole purpose of being burned down under test supervision, to determine what really happens, say, in a theater fire, and how to safeguard against the real danger. On some sides of his nature Little Johnny Want-to-Know is a radical and a disturber. There are no lengths to which he will not go in seeking answers to his questions, and very often he has to make progress right against the established order of things. As an example large purchases of textiles are being made nowadays on tests of strength. The tire manufacturer who buys fabric must have stuff that will stand pres- sure. He cuts test pieces from each lot of fabric submitted, and pulls them apart in a machine that registers the strength, accept- ing or rejecting according to standards. This pulling test is applied to toweling, sheeting, duck and many other fabrics. Manufacturers are often afraid of it as something uncanny, and hesitate to bid in competition where goods must meet test standards. The dislike of the pulling test was especially strong in England, stand- ing in the way of a general standardization of fabrics, until the war came along. Then the British Government had to place orders in every textile mill, and as all purchases were made on test the distrust of the sys- tem quickly disappeared. One manufacturer had his eye on a large government order for linen toweling, but was frightened by the formidable test con- ditions it carried. He said that he had never made toweling to stand such an or- deal, and never would. A friendly broker got interested. “Would you fill an order for the same strength goods you are making every day?” he asked. “Certainly.” “Well, then, the specifications call for toweling of six hundred and fifty pounds strength. Do you know what you are mak- ing now? I've just had your product tested. It comes up to eight hundred pounds!” The manufacturer took that order and has not been afraid of tests since. Workmen often have the same distrust of Little Johnny Want-to-Know, but it dis- appears when they see how tests really work. An engineer in the Middle West was called in to improve the products of a tile factory. Tile was often found defective. He set up a testing machine and laid down some standards, and for a time mary tiles fell short and were broken in the test. As the workmen were paid on the piece basis and lost their pay for defective tile, they were antagonistic. When the engineer took them, one by one, to see their own tiles tested, and pointed out shortcomings that could easily be remedied, they understood both the fairness of the system and the faults in workmanship. in a little while that factory was turning out nothing but perfect tile. ~~ Editor’s Note—This is the first of two articles by Mr. Collins. The second will appear in an carly number.

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- See — * a f Vv = es = — ‘COmMmrorr ar “NOODYEAR Cord Tires are standard equipment on the Packard, the Locomobile, the Franklin, and the Peerless . . 7 The No-Hook type is fortified against : — RimCutting, by our No-Rim- Cut feature Blow-outs, by our On-Air cure. Loose Treads, by our Rubber Rivets Insecurity, by our Multiple Braided Piano Wire Base Puncture and Skidding, by our double-thick Ribbed and All- feather Treads. No-Hook and Q. D. Clincher types, for gasoline and electric cars. T is almost impossible for Good year Cord Tiresto stone-bruise | and blow out, because of their extreme flexibility. This comes from Goodyear Cord construction, which also makes the tire unusually lively, , speedy and responsive. Strong, pliable cords, placed loosely side by side in diagonal layers, are cushioned in strong, stretchy rubber. They have no binding cross-weave. They are allowed great freedom of movement. So the Goodyear Cord Tire fairly absorbs road obstructions. It yields to impact. The cords are free to flex. The rubber gives. This pronounced flexibility insures against stone-bruise and rupture, and the blow-outs— immediate or subsequent —which follow such injuries. Naturally such a tire has long life, gives great mileage, and causes little delay and annoyance. And it is extremely comfortable to ride on. It permits high speeds. It has wonderful coasting qualities. It saves power. It increases gasoline mileage. In four trialsat Hudson Hill, under the same conditions, on the same afternoon and on the same car, Goodyear Cord Tires coasted anaver age of 1'77 feet farther than ordinary cord tires b= —J Their maximum speed while coasting was 36 miles per hour. Of the fifteen Franklin cars which recorded better than 4o miles per gallon of gasoline in the fuel economy test last May, ten were equipped with Goodyear Cord Tires. And these tires made the three highest marks—55 miles, 53 miles and 51.8 miles per gallon But Goodyear Cords have yet another im- portant advantage over and above those just cited. They are made greatly oversize. In the 32x 4, 36x 4% and 37x35 inch sizes, Good- year No-Hook Cord Tires have 23 to 35 per cent more air space than regulation Q. D Clincher types of corresponding inch-sizes Thus the Goodyear Cord is the tire of utmost comfort, uniting the added cushion of an increased air-volume with the built-in cushion, resilience and easy-running of our cord construction. In spite of the higher prices necessary for these tires, users seldom change to any other And the mounting sales of Goodyear Cords show this further fact:— That men who gladly pay more to get the best, believe the extra value, and the extra luxury, security and durability of these tires, more than offset the difference in price. The Goodyear Tire & Rubber Company Akron, Ohio Ss the tire Goodyear Cord Tires are made with the famous Goodyear All-Weather Tread, for rear wheels, and the Ribbed Tread, for front wheels. The deep, sharp grips of the All-Weather Tread offer great resistance to skidding, and give great trac tion. The double-thick, big-size blocks give double wear The name “Goodyear Cord™ is branded on each side of Ask the nearest Goodyear Service Station Dealer for Goodyear Cord Tires April 22, 1916

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enmse am The Schoolboy’s Dream T WAS on Recitation Day, And to the rostrum high Ten schoolboys mounted, one by one, Each with a bloodshot eye ; Each with a voice that shook with fear, And blistered lips and dry. That Midnight, in his troubled bed One dreaming schoolboy lay. Long since the village Curfew Tolled The Knell of Parting Day, And left the fields in darkness where Maud Muller Raked the Hay. The Midnight Passed; the boy Awoke; That Bright Dream was his Last. He waked to hear the Light Brigade Charge, full Six Hundred, past; His Brow was Wet with Honest Sweat As he looked on aghast. The Boy Stood on the Burning Deck Whence All but Him had Fled; The Flames that Leaped Above the Wreck Shone Round Him o'er the Dead. On Fame’s Eternal Camping Ground Their Silent Tents were Spread. It was the Schooner He sperus That Sailed the W intry Sea; Near Linden, When the Sun was Low; And, Rolling Rapidly, Was Isar, and Untrodden Snow The Boy, Oh, Where was He? He climbed far out upon the mast, With Large and Sinewy Hand; Far down be low him he could See The Village Smithy Stand Beneath the Spreading Chestnut Tree, And home and native land. “Ho! Blacksmith!” cried the Boy aloft, ** Mark thou my crossbow well; Hold firm the apple on thy head Lest some disaster fell Come to thee from this shaft I send For I am William Tell!” “Shoot, if You Must, this Old Gray Head,” The Village Blacksmith cried; “But Spare Your Country's Flag,” he said, **For men have bled and died Where Freedom, From Her He ight, i nfurled il, far and wide.” “The Melancholy Days Have Come, The Saddest of the Year,” The Boy replied in Accents W ild, In which wae little cheer; “For Men May Come and Men May Go, But I am prisoned here.” In the Signal Tower of the Old North Churci He saw a lantern shine; *Twas the Midnight Ride of Paul Revere, Hard by the foaming brine, When he rode down From Bingen From Bingen on the Rhine. Mountain “ Friends, Romans, Cou niryme n!”’ he cried; **To be or not to be?” Then high up on the mast he spied The Boy, far out at sea “It is the Little Peterkin In very truth,” quoth he. ** Now Blessings on Thee, Little Man; My Barefoot Boy,” he cried, ** Art thou the Little Peterkin?” “Nay, nay,” the Boy Replied; “* Look close and see that We are Seven, Myself and six beside. “One is the Village Blacksmith there, And you are Paul Revere ; And one of us is William Tell; Another one’s up here; Three more upon this rostrum high Will presently appear. “So you must Give Me Liberty Or Give Me Death!”’ he cried. “Jump, Boy Far Out, and leave that wreck Upon the foaming tide ; And I will catch you in my arms.” So Paul Revere replied. ** Sail On, Sail On, Thou Ship of State,”’ The Boy cried out, “ Adieu! The Muffied Drum’s Sad Roll Shall Beat Thy sailor’s Last Tattoo.” He Leaped into the Ocean’s Arms, A Brave but Fallen Few. Below him was the burning deck Where flames rolled hot and red Great stars he saw, and then sat up To rub his aching head When he waked up at last —for he Had jumped right out of bed. James W. Foley. THE SATURDAY Nonsense Let the Actors Come Tew Town PT peor things er betier now than in the old-time days ; I know thet lots o’ people like these movin’- picter plays. Our Op’ry House hes nothin’ else, 'n’ people miss their meals Ter see The Risks o’ Rosie, did in forty-seven reels. Eve rything is Mories; we don't never gua trou pe Jes’ *‘ Feature Reels” Reels”’ a” Soup. It may suit some; a-standin’ roun’ The Dee po and the Drug Actors come tew town o” Fightin’ 'n’ * Single bul, as fer me, I miss Store when the We've had Anity Stewart, ’n’ Mary Pickford lew, An’ Farnum, Hart ’n’ Bushman; ‘n’ all the morte crew. They've visited us often 'n’ put up a first-rate show; But no one ever see ’em come 'n’ no one see "em go They ain't no actor livin’ thet kin make much of a spread If he travels in a tin box in the baggage coach ahead. An’, while perhaps we'll never git the stars of great renown, I hope I live ter see a fe w more Actors come tew town, Oh, give us back the good old times, the grand old days of ** Re ae A Leadin’ Lady f “Pep”: A Funny Feller fuil o’ jokes yew may ‘a’ heerd before : . & He ro full o” 1 4“ sob But every time he springs ’em yew jes’ got ter up 'n’ roar; A Soubrette, cute her knees, With shiny shapely stockings, 'n' a style je like a breeze . A Villyun with a mustache, who kin snarl 'n’ sneer 'n’ frown in’ I'll be out er-waitin’ ter see ‘en tew town, . y Sassy, in a dre je come I like ter hear em askin’: “‘ What is this lone- some Tank?” I like ter hev ’em call me Hank. I like ter hear ’em talk Belasco my friend, Dave.” An’ when they see our Op’ry House, I like ter hear ‘em rave. I like ter see’em swell aroun’ the Hotel after- noons ; I like ter hear their band a-tootin’ them thar city tunes. Aw’ if they give a street parade, Gosh! How I chase it roun’! I can do without the Movies: come tew town! Hiram, Hen er “Yew knou let the Actors Ed Payne. Correctly Diagnosed HERE used to be a little restaurant in Washington famed for its Southern breakfasts, where the chief waiter was an aged darky of beautiful manners and un- shakable dignity. One morning a rather severe-appearing, elderly gentleman, with a snowy mustache and a keen eye, entered the establishment. He was a stranger; but the venerable waiter, after a quick survey of the new patron, felt no doubt. He approached, with a napkin over his arm, and bowed low and politely. “Good mornin’, Gin’ral,”” he said tenta- tively, in greeting. “IT am not a general,” snapped back the customer. “"Scuse me, Admiral,” cried the old negro. ‘ Whut kin I bring you, suh?” “IT am not an admiral, either.” “Well, suh, I knowed you wuz up amongst de face cyards somewhars. Kin I have de pleasure of orderin’ you some ham and waffles—Bishop?”’ Proper Punishment HE story is told by Augustus Thomas regarding a public man in England, now deceased, who had a remarkably gifted but remarkably homely wife who took part with him in his campaigns. One evening, so Thomas says, the lady was addressing a rather cold audience. 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EVENING POST | behind their men in the campaign for the right—as the speaker saw it. “Why,” she said, “I am with my hus- band heart and soul in this great fight! When he comes in, worn out after a hard night on the hustings, nD matter what the hour may be, I get up and go to meet him; and I throw my arms about his neck and kiss him.” From the back of the hall floated up a voice: “Serves ’im bloomin’ well right!” The Off Season ERCY AMES, who is just back from the warring side of the world, says a mustering officer—a sergeant— met on the street of an English coast village a strap- ping upstanding youngster of twenty-one years or thereabouts. The noncom hailed him: “See ’ere, me lad,” good ’ealth?” “T are,” stated the youth. “Are you married?” ‘ ae aren't. "Ave you anyone dependent on you? “IT ’ave not. “Then your King and Country he said; “‘are you in need | you. Why don’t you enlist?” s | me! | | The youth stared at the sergeant, round- eyed. “Wot?” he said. “With this bloomin’ war goin’ on? You must think I'm a silly fool!” The Fair Exchange ACLYN ARBUCKLE says that down in Texas, where he was raised, and where he ran once for justice of the peace and got licked, and then went on the stage, there used to be an old negro preacher who, on a mule, undertook to ford a river on his way to a back-district meetinghouse to hold a service for the faithful. There had been a freshet in the stream and presently the mule was swimming for the far shore and the parson, with his legs drawn up on the saddle out of the water, was trying to maintain his balance on a most precarious perch. Suddenly the mule gave a great lurch to starboard. As the old man grabbed for the saddle horn and glanced down he saw that his steed, in shoving forward, had caught one of her small hind hoofs in the big dan- gling wooden stirrup. . Mule,” stated the old man, “listen to If youse aimin’ to git up an’ ride I aims to git down an’ walk.’ The Easiest Way L JOLSON, who does stunts in black- face, says two negroes of his acquaint- ance met on the street. “Nigger,” said one, “does you know whut?” “Well, whut?” “Well, when dis yere war over yonder in Europe is done finished up, dem Germans is gwine come over yere to dis country and dey gwine shoot up ever’body whut ain’t on dere side.”’ *Dat’s allright!” said hisfriend. “When dat day come I gwine be a neutral.” “You is a fool!” said the first speaker “Ise gwine be a German!” The Fatal Defect HE two Davises—Bob and Owen—re- cently wrote a play called Any House. It was put on in the city of New York and it was not a success. It ran one week. A friend of the authors was discussing the fate of the piece with Bob Davis. “Say, Bob,” he asked, “just what was the trouble with Any House?” “The trouble with Any House,” said Davis, “was that after the first night there wasn’t any.” A Glorious Trinity N AN Ohio town is a colored man whose last name is Washington. Heaven has | blessed him with three sons. When the first son arrived the father named him George Washington. In due season the second son came. Naturally he was christened Booker Washington. When the third manchild was born his parent was ata loss, at first, foranameforhim. Finally, though, he hit on a suitable selection. The third son, if he lives, will go through life as Spokane Washington.

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 87 A, 2X | TIR ES (suaranteed wan: 5000 Miles FOR 11 YEARS every Ajax Tire made has been guaranteed /v writing for 5,000 miles. The guarantee is in black and white, time-tried and tested. lith Year FOR 11 YEARS, while other manufac- turers were c/aiming quality, we have been and are guaranteeing it; hence the demand for Ajax Tires that has kept our fac- tories working 24 hours daily since 1911. a Ajax Rubber Company, Ine. 1796-1798 Broadway New York AJAX Branches Atlanta Chicago Denver Indianapolis Mir neapolis Boston Cleveland Des Moines Kansas City, Mo Philadelphia 4 : Brooklyn Dallas Detroit Los Angeles Portland, Ore Ajax San Francisco Seattle Non-Skid Factories: TRENTON, N. J. Wii jy Wy Yi) Y Y, Wij, % y y, y y y D y " "Y y, Wl ” WMA OM TO MEL LUE

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST (se Answer to the Milk Question ILK is one of the most im- portant foods you buy. There is every reason why you should get milk that is sure to be safe. You cannot afford to take risks and there is no reason why you should. . ° o ARNATION MILK solves the whole problem for you. It puts an end to your doubts. It protects you from all the dan- gers which lurk in milk that is not handled properly. Remember that Carnation Milk is not “doctored” in any way. It is just the pure milk as Nature provides, with nothing put in to sweeten or to preserve it. ° e ° LL MILK, as you know, contains a large percentage of water. Part of the water is evaporated from the clean, sweet, pure fresh milk which is thus reduced to the consistency of Nothing else is taken out —nothing whatever is added. cream. —From Contented Cows . ss —— a After the rich, clean Carnation Milk is put into the cans and sealed airtight it is sterilized, and you get it in that condition —clean, sweet, pure and abso- lutely safe. Isn’t it worth while to be sure about the milk you buy? Isn’t it important to you to know that the milk you serve on your table, the milk you give your children to drink, is free from anything that may be dangerous or harmful? a. 4 ° ERHAPS you have sup- posed Carnation Milk was to be used only for a few special purposes. If so, you have been mistaken. Carnation Milk—properly diluted —is to be used just as you use any other milk—for the table, for cooking and for baking. Put it in your coffee and enjoy the splendid flavor it imparts; pour it, diluted or undiluted, over fruits, berries and cereals, make ice cream and candy with it. ARNATION MILK whips —and that fact is a forceful evidence of its high quality. Get rid of the milk problem for- ever by using Carnation Milk. It is always handy when you want it, because you can keep a supply in the house and be sure that it isn’t going to spoil. You will find that it supplies every milk need of your home. Add pure water to it and you “bring it back” to the original milk — with the betterment of purity and safety. Just try it. Find out for your- self how good Carnation Milk is, and how simply it solves the milk and cream problem. 7 . * SK your grocer today to send you a supply of Car- nation Milk. He can furnish it by the can or by the case—daily or weekly—as you wish. Write us for our handsomely illus- trated book of special recipes for using Carnation Milk in everyday dishes, fancy desserts, etc. CARNATION MILK PRODUCTS COMPANY 332 STUART BLDG., SEATTLE, U.S. A. oe © oe April 22, 1916

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; Ours | the Greater Luxury The luxury-loving Greeks equipped the bath with extravagant accessories but they lacked PALM OLIVE, the famous modern luxury for toilet, bath and ; shampoo. True, Palm and Olive oils were the favorit cleansing agents—but obtainable only in their cruck natural state. Their scientific combination in the smooth, creamy PALMOLIVI] lather is a triumph only twentieth-century users know in PALMOLIVE SOAP The wholesome PALMOLIVE cake -with its tive color and agreeable faint fragranc« essential for t wth. The O 1 ¢ known to millions of users. Its pertect cleansing nut Onl t eu lled s originated the PALMOLIVE “doctrine ot f a perfect hair j Ip appl Our p and water.” Palmol Booklet t tl plete P. PALMOLIVE SHAMPOO-—liquid PALM Line, t tl OLIVE—is equally popular. Its use constitutes a be mailed B. J. JOHNSON SOAP COMPANY, Inc., Milwaukee, Wisconsin CANADIAN FACTORY: 155-157 George Street, Toronto, Ontarx

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