The Saturday Evening Post 1919-12-06: Vol 192 Iss 23

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ee 6 ee es ences — THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ¢& | = Alonzo Englebert Taylor — Julian Street — Herschel S. Hall— Viola Brothers Shore Irvin S. Cobb — Holworthy Hall — Thomas Beer — George Pattullo — Kenyon Gambier

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THIS CHRISTMAS! —to some loved relative or friend, perhaps, your gift will be a watch. You will make sure of accuracy, of good time-keepi performance, of course, by selecting a standard movement known dependability. But how can you make sure of the case of its style, its perfection of workmanship, its quality of material ? ol dD a Look for the name of the maker on the case. When you find the name Wadsworth, then you may be sure that you have procured the work of master craftsmen — artisans who have designed and created some of the most beautiful cases for fine watches of the last 30 years. elegance are immediately associated with this delightful chased enamel inlaid wrist watch vorn with a de tachable gold bracelet Select any standard movement that your jeweler recommends and have him “dress” it in a Wadsworth case. The name Wadsworth is all the guarantee you need, not only of correctness and beauty of design but of the best possible in material and workmanship Tue Wapswortu Watcu Case Co., Cincinnati, O. Factories: Dayton, Kentucky

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> ew SST SR RN A A THE SATURDAY EVENING POST The Bascine Case a capable-looking cast eloquent of honest, rugged de pendability, and yet not in the least suggestive of clumsiness The Sportsman's Strap Watch Case a sturdy model originally created by Wadsworth for hard army usage and now made adaptable, with light modifications for the outdoor man Furnished in silver or nickel with an extra thick glass G The Cushion Square Case for men one of the most popular of the Wadsworth strap models in ideal wrist watch for business, social and all are und wear H The Cushion Square Case a border of inlaid enamel in black and gold, sur rounding a de lightful bit of en gracing lends an air of great beauly to this case ; worn with ribbon

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OE A AE OE LTS SE LE LLEL L E LL L R EE a ane ene Published Weekly George Horace Lorimer | rs 2. ¥ 4 EDITOR The Curtis Publishing Churchill Williams, FS. Bigelow A.W. Neall, Arthur Me Neog! Company H. D. Walker, E. Dinemor | | | Cyrus H. HK. Curtis, President Associate Editors C. H. Ludington, V President and Tressu Walter H. Dower, Art Edit j P. S. Collins, Gencral Business Manoger Walter D. Fuller, Secretary William Boyd, Advertising Director Entered us Second-Class Matter. Nover Ind s , lelph oni Oe | MaRneenianee Depestn Pita yiite Founded A’D! ee Ly Benj. Franklin Vader the Actof Merch 3.187 S ondios Weusiete Street Patered as Seca Class M Canin Ge jen, W.C Copyright, 1919, by the Curtis Pul 4 mpeny in the Unitec tates and Great Britain Yost-Office Department, Ottawa, ¢ | | Volume 192 Se. t* Seer PHILADELPHIA, DECEMBER. 6, 1919 $2.00 *~. Number 2. Views af alLayman om 1 Bols CVISIM BoP: By ALONZO ENGLEBERT TAYLOR 2011-1 i are to follow has ented to then

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the views of a layman not , xtreme merely because ne de res ‘ e otne to avoid sailing under false ' eldom 1 ited colors but also beeaus¢e f propa la. In add . % essential in discu tion, we have the parlor Se of living problems that Bolshe 1 the parlor i t : . | writers should reveal their , talist. out of whose t tatus as well a their I i tlhow fu competen¢ Wher ‘ [he write employer or the wa £ tot yan ¢ t; ! elegate dis« € cial } ever bee ed of i rest in ge ral or Bol } y one, ar never ¢ pects to be i ed Hi t ! ‘ t | ‘ et 4 I ! rit wit the 7 ple ( pra ol ) i equ r ce: he has neve ition of data. The pro- in a settlement } , fessional student of social Greenwich \ ig or a rest presumably lacks Arce That he neve elf-interest and ap- le is the teme to] proaches the problems in ent vie Ipon ece mi he attitude of trained ob- } t ¥ engrossing vity that any student t tent f the Amer bears to } ibject ican people lus ¢ to The layma partake I thefact that i t t e especial cha icter - } ’ id ePce f f neither cla He } | A 1 stud » self-interest and at the inre Fur e time has not the pr i practical | I il attitude f f The men ¢ ‘ pecialist. There are two 4 : . inder Mr. Herbert H ‘ groups tnat tudy ( a . . ~. | in the we of the Amer inrest in a profe onal ca _ ~— in Relief Ad trat . — . pacity. These two groups a ee i le a - =% Europe ha eas hag te: WOOD a " > . ol } eSsiona Aaer The Bolshevik Parade Through the Streets of Budapest, Showing Some of the Decorations Which Cost 1& Million Crowns ' ele r f gs H py ich the probiem f i ind f opposite viewpoints. The economists, proceeding from history and general theory, of conditions of profound unrest with respect to both government and industr rr investigate the details of an idea or a movement from above downward. Workers officials of the American Relief Administration have witnessed hunger, scarcity of « ial service, m y of whom affect rn of the } tor and s¢ ence of economi " d organization of trar portatior depre it ! of currer fa re of prod } eed from the particulars of the dividual experiences of the working classes. The breakdown of distr i0n and deteriorat HW the indard 0 ng hese ha particularizatio! I the economists are ipt to exert dure ipon the facts of new beer daily problems, facto! n each step every progra f relief Ihe have beer expe ( The ale te er es, { genera itior pre sient over +h ot the cial large areas and Mt ’ ‘ worke olving } a 'y re prone o hundred millic ‘ eventuate 1 people that exist 1 controlled } Central | ; pothese ‘I rope betwee ews of the ] Baltic and the t) mal ould re Black and A vi fleet commorl ati ‘ | t enee. Andif hia cast wae Bi 7 ; pport ties f from wh ‘ | I ge, } fresh my ‘ t) views may be ex toward ) i pected to evoke nismand I a responsive un- shevism. In the derstanding it west were Ger other laymen, of many and whom our popu natior ol t 4 } " lation 1s largely Entente, not one composed, and of wl } i Y who to-day been able t pive | stand confused to social and ir a — — SS before the con- dustrial unrest ir ” row @ROWN © ’ The Man Marked With an X is Samuelttly Tibor, Who Killed More ideration of ele Central Fur ‘ A Snapshot Taken in Budapest During the Vs People Than Anybody Else During the Bolshevik Regime mental problems ar obrecti ( Bolshevik Revolution 4

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1 THE SATURDAY EVENING PO ST December 6, 19/9 nad « i ( | R ht to ‘ | { f ‘ 1 4 | h « Phe he I Re | ‘ ‘ ‘ t | f fee r i energ the re f veal or woe f W ‘ \ f bye ga melting pot for ! I ‘ nas been a meiting pot " ‘ j e has bes ( ive ed over ind oued how ! ‘ pp red fron t! tu | ‘ ( ‘ ta l ” that can be F ( esent revea gy the ‘ ‘ i { 1 ol lit Eur pe \ e, | ‘ | " \ ! r ir ‘ e | pe ve can analyze our ! 1 tre experi ‘ Grant t ‘ ‘ from their from these ] A } t rea I I pe i il to ’ The Bankruptcy of Socialism 4 | i t pern ‘ ‘ | i | f BR ‘ ) hes f de ciation ; ’ perhaps as valuable as a survey of Russia; certainly more than a brief sur vey. In the early days of the Commi sion for Relief in Belgium, when ar observer from a neutral country made ir of inspection of Belgium under the guidance of a German officer, it wa: a known as a tour with a wet nurse. The experiences of visitors into Russia dur ing the last two years, as publi hed, would seem to indicate very much the same state of affair The view | Russians from within cannot be other wise than colored with theirsympathie or antipathies, because the situatic constitute for each man a verital is 1n nis existence, rhe conclusions that a review of t available information is believed t lead to are the following that have occurred in Russia and Ce le great result of the revolutior tral Europe durir r the last two vear appreciated ar often almost overlooked, was the dé a result seldom fully struction of feudalism. Only in Ger ast Baltic States, whe the revolution in the terms of a cor mon expression was not ‘complete do vestiges of feudalism remair The is result upon the future devel pment of the influence of th t tic state will constitute a most important fact Capi al the near future. Socialism—using this term in its ordinary meaning — has passed through insolvency ir Its former adherents have given up hope tion; all that remains of it as a movement ir land o programs. } n f its greatest development, is a ser Syndicalism Succeeds Socialism “hemenog NISM—using this term in the post-Marx e, made necessary by the developme of lu trialism since the time of Marx olvent. but |} not vet been declared bat f in achetnnt Ni theless, the day of ippearar court f ba rur cannot be mg de ed insolvent nor bar krupt, but represents a theory of gover ment that has never beer properly tried out. either bef tl Ru i revolution or e that time Fait} soviet form of government illy maintained ~— hearts and minds of the vast majority of the Ru people It has also taken a deep hold throughout Centr Europe and Germany. Between what called soviet in Russia to-day and the original theory of the soviet distinction so wide that the resemblance ji arcely than verbal fad t W hat sl ild expre Dictators} i of the proletariat has been a failure fror cept that are Interior of a Hotel Bombarded by the Bolsheviks, the standp ‘int of the proletariat a mana nee p , ed ‘ ' \ A bove—Inspection of a Labor Regiment by Beta Kun tandpoir t of socie ty in gener ‘ f Ge 1 Central | py The last year has witnessed the eclipse of Te the | ted Kingdon Holland Che writer | t been in Russia since the war. This ocialism by Lat ndica Few eve in the } ' 1 Ita my tne ne hand, and wit! mat or ma not be a misfortune to his discussior \ of social ideas | ¢ en place hort a time and w . ert gene tate isal of ‘ ew f those who have been in Russia dur o little notice as the subst t f j lism for so ont ! t y the t two years le to the impression that the ism in the program of the radi« li ring classe In 1910 _— ter the time . K ia the more one know Continued on Page 130 the |e ©} mw il it it The \ e published data on R = Tl ganda the ntries located lirect vyestw { One n t t » cor eT e reactor i these « es toward the pol ev expressed in the Russiar Government and organization of ociety. Ru in agitators, and natives In these countries sympa- thetic to them, have endeavored Slovenes. Except fora brief term of controlin Bavaria and the EF Balt State and for a four months’ control in Hungary,these efforts have resulted in failure. The reasons for the failure in ngary and for the } resistance elsewhere yield points Bavaria and H of view toward the actual state Pojany Joseph, Kunfi Fymond, Beta Kun of affairs in Russia that are —ESES=_ The Commander of the Red Army —— ee ete ens ee ee - —s

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2 Se RE THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 5 lle CAISIE Ol MIRS. ALLISON IFTEEN years ago, when he was twenty-four JB /# O attachment for Virginia. Had he loved her fifteen and she nineteen, his word for her was “won- 0 VW 24 years ago? Perhaps. He had never felt quite cer- tair derful.”” And now on catching sight of her ¢ At all events his feeling for her had been a again, after what seemed a crowded lifetime, the ILLUSTRATED BY CHARLES D. MITCHELI near to love as any he had ever known. She had word came back. As far as the eye c muld discern been almost constantly in hi mind, the woman dini the little table ov he wall wa boyish vanity Being essentially a and he had dreamed of being married no less lovely th: e Virginia He ! yout! modest man his trifling vanity amused ‘ to her, though he never even indirectly What could have posse sed M yor Buchanan to make him. Vanity of all human traits the ‘ ? ¢ ugyvested uch a thought to her him fancy she had changed? The old man’s eyes must most ridiculous! What had any persor ib Probat he we not have had him he failing. The miracle was that she seem 1 not to have to be vain of? Nothing. Destiny wa ; Ina ise it i i thing of which been touched by time at all kind or it was unkind Now ar d ther to dre 1. Mar ew not for him at by some freak of chance a man would | twenty-five: he had his way to make The whole experience of coming back in just this way put into the world endowed with cert It ! for | the early thirtic ilter so long a tl wa 0 Hugh Mill put it to himse f, giits; by another freak of chance the he i i ! \ And now gratifying. Ir bottom of his heart he really meant would come to him an opportunity with forty y close at hand, he romantic; but the thought of such a word in connection exercise his gifts in a large way: { ted he sh {1 ever mart | ; with himself would have been repugnant H was the whereupon he would be hailed f t yh} i was mace a repressed vocabulary of large affairs. He had learned to as a success. In Hugh’s ow other thit eemed to interpose ‘ weigh his words—because he knew that others weighed case the gifts and opportunitie He felt too | ettled in } 4 them. Thus even in his own reflections he had come to had not been wanting. Fate fur { i fortable bachelor d employ as nearly as possible on] t } 1. to make radical a change have used in dictating letters to his secre t tting grace Yes, this trip to Chicago was gratif One ! f e! is the | ng to have kk ire to turn | K Ie } t he } i 4 had to re : hiteer years of plung ng forward. He i } elf f making l j to revisit the old neighborhood, to se¢ ka fe he 1 perce ed the { frame house on Oakw i Avenue ret nece tv of d that. and had ; as already old whe ne Wa ! if estrait i habit With f news of various far ‘ linked with | \ nia he had metimes felt } } lemorie he ire or t ol t em I t iad ! ret I t tr he had : must be there Phougt ) not wavered. He had never made t h had } n the interin love ri ou to ar yomal t was not, ery long t igh | e, be that of " o that the giar hand of the ily bachelor, had not beer tho } 4 great interests had reached down tendernesse One or two of these out of the cloud plucked him ffa jhad et! ssed a certain f \ 9 from the treasurership of a modest I nature ove onsiderable pe corporation in his native city, and ind had for a time seemed fa itisf transferred him with g swiit Ing, but no woman thus a ited wit ne to an affluent den him had been allowed tor ipprehend New York the pre e nature of the relationshiy ' With that overt hi He was as caref inderstanding lary had n nted to ! is il 1 ‘ Ile 1 " venty-five thou itte ‘ ene is. but ther ear At the time t ul mer lependence wa had seemed to him fantasti Ile had been made, as the ay, Over! vas for the ‘ reason t he had gnt Yet t had been but a i \ i me } vife that beginning. Soon he had become t curlou e friendshiy thso. ! ’ president of the company at fort, ther the ida Once she had \ thousand, then ident of the 4 he int iving that she enjoyed i parent organ! it seventy-five t re thar il ther mar ! \ thousand, then a partner in one of f ! I kr uu aren't gon the greatest banking house in the Lott ne ? { replied hyhtl that he orid part owner in a reservoir il ever girl ed to make as mal nto which incessantly poured tor vuld rents of preposterous wealth. ‘Some girls ma he had a ered but I don’t. I \ And though Hugh Mills would ' hate it. Do you kno hat I I wish no man would i] u not under anv circumstances have I? ever fall in love th me ayaim unt the right one come , admitted such a thing to anybody) - > 4 along and I fall in love with him to« Me ict so cra else it was gratifying to return to StF p rhey don't « eem satisfied just to be good friends. It | his old home like the poor boy of x 2 ———— ti’ | sta i é i nan outburst a ne go away hurt } the fable, the hero of an allegory of ” ; had made him the ( gr etimes I | uu ma hen yu to | iccess—a man whose least opinion ; beneficiary of one of keep them from being unhappy. I hate to have peopl | 4 made important news, and whose her great gilded joke hapy ver me ' a career, storied over and over in “That Woman Doesn't Exist Any More If You're So it appe ared to him In th there was no hidden coquet! She wa ike | ; the Sunday supplements and uplift Going to Like Me, Hugh, You Must Like Me asl Am" For in very truth Hug! child, puzzled and distressed. There is alwa omething \ 41 magazines, must, he feared, cause Mills, so widely quoted — of the ct ibout he omet} is of not comprehending } : irritation to American youths to whom he was constantly as a phenomenally successful self-made man, was inclined — these thing \ leed she it mprehend the i held up as a stimulus to ambition and achievement to doubt that such a thing as a self-made man of any kind Her attraction for men wv me itterly bevond é private car appealed to him, but the fact that the railroads force of all that ender, gentle mid, beautiful and u ape ea: Sosa laud 4 refuse to burden their swiftest trains with these ponderous ver man, issuing | Inco! sus call to a f ik ixuriousnesses caused him usually to forego them, haste RRIVED in Chicago he proceed 1 to irrv out hi ma j ¢ mal plar laced at his disposal by : I ral rs after igh’s depa fro ] 1 r } vays his first consideration. In the limousine | being almost \ However it w: t w. This time he proposed to do leac gy financier he drove one ki as he pleased »excuse for his trip was the reor- borhood, saw the house where he was born, and indulged he wrote of her engagement to Harve Alison, and a ganization and refinancing of one of Chicago’s great public- himself in recollections induced by the scenes of long ago iter Hugh got their wedding cards. He sent them a ij It was secretly gratifying also to think of rolling intothe actually existed Suecess, he thought, came, in the last bounds of her own understanding or volition. It ' La Salle Street Station in a private car. The comfort of a analysis, from the same place royal flushes come from blind automatic force like that of the magnetic pole ‘ ( service corporations he counted it in reality a vacation. The names of boys and girls of whom he had not thought ir er something, received a cordial letter of thar | " on other things. He would look years came 4 Work, that is, should vy { up old friends, visit with them, and perhaps find ways of — used to live the sites on which those houses forme the making himself u eful to some of them. Chicago’ ocial stood. Thi portio of Chicago was decaying. The apart He had ki wn Harvey at p iblic } 1, high i,a , and financial leaders had manifested a desire to lionize ment buildings which had been erected since his time were as a young man starting in busine Pictoria it les 4 him. He detested being lionized, but, after all, these were cheap ones; small stores had invaded former residential the match wa litable They would make a handsome the social and financial leaders of his old home town. blocks, and what seemed worst of all a moving-picture pair—Virginia tall and slender, with da } " } 3ut most of all gratifying—most secretly so—was the theater now occupied the ground on which the Hendersons’ alwa. o soft round her face, and the lo f ventlene id knowledge that he was young enough, sane enough, new house used to stand in its old garder That seemed a and sweetne about her mouth and her great calm eye / ) enough to millions to extract from his situation both the desecration. Virginia Henderson’s house hould have which were gray flecked with hazel; Harvey a dark, laug} j satisfaction and the humor; to be aware not only of the been preserved as a memorial th the figure of a Gree hle , the / gratification but of the reason for it; to recognize in him- If there had been in the life of Hugh Mills any romance of an It i! roubadour He i { i ; : : , j self. concealed far down below the surface, a kind of aside from that of his rapid rise to fortune it was |} pursue ( ited and conquered such a

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6 ‘ ‘ ‘ om r her off her feet wit! Perhaps Hugh knew that Virginia Henderson had ter iH the ft f y that with wome married Harve Alison? ‘ ( rie were to Virginia Sut the Virginia had been a widow for several years now Hugh ¢ ‘ oO at least had been when he wa asked if they had been happy The old man looked abstractedly acro the street, and \ ‘ re v1 i t fascinator “hoped so.”” He hadn't seen much of them They ived : ‘ yu Faithle hin on the North Side. What with the money from her father ects the f bn r faithle to him If a and Harvey's insurance he understood Virginia was com- ethe ‘ le 1 he ould it her the fortably fixed. but had eso she must not feel free to Despite the other’s evident desire to be reticent where ere ‘ ore ther youtl evel! though gossip was concerned Hug a ked a point blank question: Harve id left | for another gir he must mourn him “Did Harvey settle down and behave himself after they efore ev e he was twenty pe e spoke of him married?” | ‘ ere the ne hbort “i certal trait But the major would not be draw! very far. ' , t let their daughters go to I really can’t say,”” he answered. Then, ‘ t These were not, however n the maljor- perk aps by way of a hint, he added ‘It Ir te ! is faults H ‘ ttraction wa eat a ‘ me the prudent parenta me ie to be his mothe It wa he rted v the pre ‘ hut that t itd et t ne et ireal £Z, CaUsINg hemtothiu wistlu If or 1 were - in short, Harve eT inothe creat ‘ { mpulse had about hi omethi ‘ ential ible } sused rm ng and old to ove ‘ } f make excuses { ! } orry about | rhe very cont 1 tos in } nature ere source f ippeal i pa Mlic generositie ere the more touching to witness be wise the were the generositie of pa ionatel elfist perso ! wea ! il ret inh itl | vere pat t because renur tion was acute tort to hit contrit vere pitiful ya ient a is pa y us Ul ‘ fa child Hlarve eharm ren hed met i Ni‘ Pm vomer ilmost everyone Ked | But Harve \ n as ar nd i ind Harve Al ! t ‘ todiatr ! \ ryvinia’ } aprppitie were in i i} eve two wice different persor a) hearing of the match he gathered what hope he could from the oy thought that mar inother wild ung man had settled down under “I Thought What I Wanted to Think — That the combination of maturity and They Were My Letters to Him—That He Had Cared Enough to Save Them" matrimony Hlarve must ettle down. Unkindne from the man she k | the last has been my observation that a young fellow with too thing that hould me >a woma tt t nature much of an eye for the women doesn’t get any blinder in Virginia It would crush her that eye as time goes on.” And now Harvey was dead. He had been dead three I suppose not said Hugh yea Hugh, out of touch with his early associations, had Well,” said the major philosophically, “‘he’s dead now heard little of the Alison during their life together, ind invway ay nortu i had not learned of Harvey's death until months after I was thinking of Virginia,” said Hugh. ‘‘I was hoping liriving about the old neighborhood he thought of these he hadn't made life hard for her. I thought a great deal thing ally What changes! Harvey gone Virginia’ ol Virgir i house gone, a moving-picture theater ymbol of change ‘She was a mighty sweet girl,”’ said the other. ‘‘ Perhaps fulne tanding where the house had been. What was ou'll be seeing her while you're here?” the world, after all, but a screen over which pictures of I hope to.” places and people passed swiftly and were gone forever? “You'll find her considerably changed.’””. The major Round the corner from the gaudy place of entertain ghed ment was the house of old ; nan, his father's ‘| IpPpose I hould have expected that,” Hugh re friend till alive till knov iwyer Here at turned, echon the sigh ‘Of course we are all growing last wa omething that | for the major older himself was pottering about ird just as alway ‘Yes But some change more than other and in on da when he came ny otfice. Nor did different ways.” he look much older Nor di look any older his utterance Hugh accepted at the time merely as a Hugh entered the major’ ird with something of the general comment upon human mutability. Not until he wsitation he used to feel as a boy at approaching this recalled it some days later did it assume for him a more rather stately old figure As the major glanced up at him pecifie meaning. he had a sudden feeling that life had turned back twenty Before leaving Hugh mentioned the matter of the five or thirty years. But he had to introduce himself. That public-service corporation and retained the major as his hurt him just a littl And it hurt him also, in some personal counsel. And when the old man showed that he peculiar way, to find that the major, whom he still re- was pleased at this, indicating the fact by using the word garded with a kind of veneration, was disposed to be “vratified’’—Hugh'’s own word Hugh understood so formal, almost diffident, with him perfectly tl it his own gratification rose up into his eye eated on the porch they spoke of the old neighbor expressing itself there in the form of moisture The Bails had torn down their cottage and built a brik ‘Here comes another of the old neighborhood boys,” block across the front of their lot. Young Fred Bailey was said the major at parting, indicating a man on the other doing well on the Board of Trade Gertie Bailey had — side of the street. ‘‘You remember Frank Carberry?” married and moved to Bloomingtor The Wilkinses had ‘I should say so! He's grown heavier—a lot heavier gone to lowa, where Mr Wilkins’ peo le came fron Due he till live in the old house round the corner? I'll Mary Wilkins, thoug! ich a good-looking girl, and so have to run in and see him for a minute before I go down well off, had never married; people said it was because of town again.” the memory of the young fellow she had been engaged to ‘Yes. He'll be glad to see you the one who was drowned, A great pit Mary was such a ‘I suppose,” said Hugh, fine girl. The Gleason family had gone to pot. Poor Mrs, pence?” Gleason! Her husband killed in a railroad wreck, and her No,” said the major with a shadowy little smile. ‘I only on, Tom, no earthly good t anybody om’'s guess you'll find Frank's char ged a little too.” y r n had broken his mother’s heart. No one knew And indeed Frank Carberry had changed. He had been what had become of him, though there was arumorthat he perhaps the most light-hearted boy in all the old neighbor- is serving a life sentence in New Mexico. The daughter hood crowd; Hugh found him now grave, slightly bald, \l e, was the on] e left. She was working as a clerk | amiable, rather silent and apparently absent-minded. He in a department store had the feeling that Frank was glad to see him, was indeed THE SATURDAY EVENING POST December 6, 19/9 ad called, yet was so engrossed in some flattered that he thoughts of his own that he was only half aware of what was going on round him. As they sat talking in the old Carberry parlor with it depressing black-walnut furniture, its square rosewood piano, its long, stiff lace curtains and its several ugly portraits Frank kept looking expectantly out of the window. “There’s a man coming here to-night,”’ he said as Hugh “T hoped he'd get here before you had to leave. iked you to meet him. He'd interest you.” But rose to go I'd have li why the man might interest Hugh he did not say. They stood for a moment talking on the low then drifted together down the steps and along the short front pe reh: walk toward Hugh’s limousine. At the gate Frank suddenly exhibited the first sign of animation Hugh had een in him. “Here he comes now!” he “Just wait a minute, worth exclaimed eagerly. Hugh. Here’s meeting.” Hugh looked at his watch. “I’m afraid I must hurry,” he ** As it I shall be late for a dinner engagement.”’ “Stop and shake hands anyhow,’ a man said is, Frank urged. Hugh waited. nothing very striking ance of the stranger who was drawing Certainly there wa in the appear- near, unless perhaps it was his cos tume—a black cutaway, dark striped trousers and a black derby hat parel highly unsuited to the time of year and to the day’s temperature In build the and slightly below the average height. Hi face was smooth, his nose large, hi chin heavy. His name proved to be Fosdick. As Frank introduced him he offered Hugh a soft hand, declaring a voice the careful modulation of ap- man was stocky which suggeste d elocutionism: “I an t indeed glad to make your acquaint ir. It to meet friend of my valued friend Carberry’ ure any ance, s a pleas ‘It’s a great pity you have to go, Hugh,” said Frar stness,. ‘ll hope to see you again before I leave Hugh answered as he stepped into his car. “Wh hat has come over Frank ‘ws he wondered as he drove away. ‘“‘And what on earth about his friend Fosdick to make him feel that he’s particularly wort} at earne tow! can there be meeting?” mi ()" ALL Hugh's anticipations in connection with this visit to Chicago the pleasantest had been that of seeing Virginia again. Through the years he had preserved in hi mind the picture of her, changeless. Folly of course—for time changes eve rytl ing. Nevertheless he had beer the major’s definite statement that she had He became less eager, now, to see her; hocked at changed so greatly. reluctant, as anyone might be, to supplant sooner than necessary a long-cherished mental image with a reality less lovely. Not that her appeal to him had ever been solely that of beauty to the eye, but that her physical presentment had seemed to him a most exquisite projection of her inner self; wherefore it was doubly tragic to hear that she had faded all upon her before he left the city. he would cal But, after all, there was no Of course That went without special need for haste. His first week in Chicago slipped by rapidly, filled as it was with a press of business and social activities. He thought of Virginia often. Pretty soon he would com- municate with her. There had been interviews with him in all the newspapers; certainly she had heard he was in town. Yet from day to day he continued to postpone, dreading to look upon the wraith of all that she had been. At last there came an evening when with a party of the city’s fashionables he motored out to dine in a great glass- roofed pavilion on the lake shore, near the southern limits of the old World’s Fair grounds. Though in fact a club the place was attractive after the fashion of gay casinos at lively European watering places. Tinere was music and dancing. And though the green-covered gaming tables of a European casino were conspicuously absent there were rumors of a poker game or two upstairs in the living apart- saying. ments of the clubhouse. There had been nothing of this kind in Chicago in Hugh’s day. People’s pleasures had been simpler then. Not far from this place he had picnicked as a child, coming out with other children on the Cottage Grove Avenue dummy line and walking the remaining mile or two through field and wood. He had seen the dummy line give place to a cable road, and the cable in turn to the trolley. And now where fields and woods had been were miles upon miles of city streets, boulevards and parks.

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) et meet em lI te atm 2S . eR SS PS Se re 8 ee ee THE SATURDAY EVENING POST eryone a é ] id come by motor Motors were ur ing and departing constant most of them expen e ones People were dressed exper ively. They were king expensively. The atmosphere was ravagance and i Within a fraction of Hugh’s lifetime Chieas sophistication, sort of thing While Chi ago had been cl ng he toot inged he did not forget t Life had forced sophisti on upon im. Was he better for it?) Were these people round him better for it? Wha 1 sophistication brought to them? rt had learned to eat more than was good for them, drink more than was good for them, spend more than was rood to set too high a value upon luxurious mate- sm, and to regard as crude the simplicities, the genu- nenesse the modestte hich their pioneer forefathe had considered first essentials of a we pent life lr} pioneer forefather Nz their very fathers and moth ers! How ofte ld e parents of these people, had tne been att le th then have bee ho ed at wha hey heard? H often, indeed, would these people them lves, when your have been shocked? Nor was the nversation, judged by currer ta particular] It mere refle d the sp f the age—the spir t re ‘ nd epts a deteriorated sc 1 morality ewing with t et n ement or eve n some Case nd of admira ix e appalled the mind of twenty or thirt Chicago, ‘ not! polis, had t ed smar nd t oO! er meal vhat it used to mean. Inste in arp-witted it Ww meant t the reverse—fashionable. And for the matter of that, fashionable no longer meant what it used to mean. For it was fashionable now not only to call a le a spade, but to show a kind of cynical worldly light- ess by, as it were, calling a steam dredge a spade. Scan- ia were commoner in these times, and were, moreover, freely and frivolously discussed. Repeatedly Hugh heard ypant references to the devotion of sundry husbands to men other than their wives, and to the devotion of dry wives to men other tl \s Hugh reflected on these ¢ iain to his mind. How tl irned things about! In the light of the point of view he found round him Harvey Alison, with his many senti- mental advent f ! { not been a backslider, but a man ng somewhat in advance of his time; for whereas his performances had made him an outstanding figure in the old da here, if one 1 nt trust one’s eyes and ears, wa a club containing ma Harvey Alisons, “Oh, I'd be Tatked About Anyway,"’ How Harvey would have enjoyed such a place as this! How perfectly he would have fitted into just this setting He would have been dining téte-a-téte with a v in of course—like that man at the small table over there the corner by the wall. Curiously, indeed, it seemed to Hugh the individual at whom he had char ught of Virginia’s dead husband bore a strong resem- »to Harvey. ere V his coloring, for inst ‘ 1 1 c " : ’ a kind of quick restless eagerne In the attitude ne t as he leaned toward his companion, ta r to he And then as Hugh in a kind of abstractior pa ed at t] } couple there c: ime great astor he realized suddenly that his vision } it te 1 way completely tricked hin rhe manat n he had be looking as he thought of Harvey did not, in fact, reser ( in the least. His hair was light, he was rather heav- Harvey | _ and there was about him nothing ¢ ily buil vey’s intensity or of his distinction. It was as though Hugh’s mental vision of Harvey had been so strong for a moment as to superimpose itself upon the actual picture on his retina. But fantastic as was this illusion he ni he came aware of something, not in the least ar lusion, which made the whole ox irrence weirder still I] eve engaged with the inexplicable fancy of a likens ’ | cene was, had overlooked the woman at the } or ither, seen her without really eeing her Until tl moment she had been mers a vague woman dressed ir white. But now, w a e a piece of ice slipping slow hi clothing, it came to him t ere was none other than Harvey vas raight at Virginia ago, nineteen, his word for her was looking st twenty r ane ig And now or seemed a « As far as the eye could than the Virginia Henderson i Major Buchanan when he was “wonderful atching sight of her again, after wha lifetime, the word came back. discern she was no less lovely youth. What could hay to make him fancy she had changed must be failing. The have been touched by time at all. t po SSE miracle was that To make assurance doubly sure he indicated Virginia to Mrs. Bowden, at his right, asl **Ah, men always want to know Alison—one of our too fasci oy 4 "r, Virginia z ? “Yes. You know her?” “T knew her years ago. She was a wonderfully sweet girl ‘T know it. ng who she w about her! She’ ting widow lison “You said ‘too fascinating,’’ minded in a tone that asked “Yes. T in a way, ‘You make me ‘I'm sorry,” Mrs. Bowden declared frankly ‘I’m not a I said more than I juestion. 00 fa nating; and perhap j too sweet for her own good curiou looking at ZOSsIp, Mr him Mill MN A wf we She Said, “But I'm Not Like Lura, I wonder ‘I don't ‘Don't in T sho forg " ure ex-( ig eve , ea ed he I ’ ; ! n wit! f | | I , vyhow 4 ‘ the elt. « erte ithe l ‘ Mr \ the hera ver iq l Virg i ‘ men we ¢ M he returne 4 ; ; f houlder ‘Where the \ 1 she tha L car gue l wa M B ( ' Mr ‘ ‘ i ‘ NI at Indeed? Have 1 set ‘ ‘ Not a pre ! t he a “ f the th k l wa : Ww hie I me “| i ] « She eau ented M | Ye 1 the b ‘ topped Hugh fe ag ‘ “If youw ri ise me , and see if she re ‘ As he approa \ i p, a knew by her expressi | Re ne i come W I for him to take Oh, H ! e 4 ‘ ! nice ‘ he ' j ‘ } a} G ! ‘ " with o 1 } j es] : adiposity which adve ‘ eve had face of ble failed to d ! too g { ine I ! i d Not the | M f ‘ " Mr. G eptically, r d st r hat \ amused affirr ] ‘ Vv gia 1, Mr. M d i i ‘ " Here, waiter ng a for Mr. M that | w © ne t ‘ pe that J ew ‘ ZI Don't Mind"

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4 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST December 6, 1919 Tine Last Stand is that except as a basis for scientific as- BACK M time | gin a redwood forest sertion and dispute the elapsed time is I where would not of consequence. The Grand Cafion is ‘ tand because redwood for there, defying age as it typifies age, and p le er a great part of what whether Nature with an infinity of time N Ame i, | ea Asia at command wrought it in any specified ling the ent | egior f number of millions of years neither con- bre Me tanding cerns Nature nor those of the laity who iv f , have bee ied view it, except to add a small fillip of in- i te ise A ! , terest to the spectacle. ese i $4 It is so with any other inanimate thing. r } ‘ it at i fr es] It makes no particular difference from ehind » al yre trees that su * the viewpoint of its scenic value whether inde , is emerge frot ne Pike’s Peak is as old as one geologist ; , claims it is or as young as another scier Or if , ‘ e of pre tist proclaims. And so with Niagara Fall Miocene a | were } g about # and Old Faithful and the Yosemite and y the redwe , have bee : any other fixed and scenic demonstratior wut hecause i x of Nature. How many people go to the x ev e taug i that at Adirondacks because those hills are geo ‘ ‘ mt ht thunde logically as old as— if not older thar any {ow if e great a ‘ - other rocks on this continent? rhe in- f “~ to ‘ ‘ langer and 4 terest is in the demonstration, not in it tre ‘- duration, a Ame ‘ ir d : Unadvertised Scenery ir t ipe of the st of n 6 j ] ‘ iu he general and HE converse is true of the animate ira y unrest , eva might When we see a great tree or any other , | ‘ PF 1 redwood growing thing that has the appearance of forest the ith f of the Eel Rive having lived long our first question Hum ( j Calif 1 SA “How old is it?"’ This applies to mar imong the gre trees that grow on the There is universal interest in a centena flats of I Creek: and granting that u rian. The reason is simple. We are alive me wn Miocene r Me \ Our concern with other living things uu would he nding ' ling instant and keen and often sympathetic almost identica h those of the former The fossil remains of a pterodactyl in a period Ihe redwood tree he deep ut museum would attract only languid atter lergrowth of fe everything the same tion save from scientists. The exhibitior itthed rr r the dinotheriur ind of a live one would bring thousands to eally whe ne umong those trees, witl the turnstiles. 1 vledge of the antiquity of them and Thus it would seem that the America: the descent. of the it doe t take much people would have a high regard for our maginat to pieture linosaur popping great growing thing the big trees, for it at from the er of one of those example—a regard and a pride comparabl giganti } to their regard for and pride in Niagara Falls, the Grand Cafion, the Yosemite Answers in Millions the Rockies, the Yellowstone, Glacier and other outstanding features. That they d ITRHOSE tree those redwoods and the not isn’t the fault of the people ar 1 tt | brethren, the big trees of the Hig result of their information—the result of ierras, are the oldest living things in t publicity. They know all about El ¢ world. They came down through the Ter il, eit - —— tan, because EF] Capitan has been pictured tiary period, clinging sturdily to life al The Fern Growth That Carpets the Ground About Their Immense Boles Typifies and written about for years and has beer through the geologic changes of the eart} Age in Terms of Millions of Years made reasonably easy of acces The defying the giacier and the other change know little about the redwood becaust of the world irface, but gradually retreating, withdraw carboniferous period, and here these two types of early until lately not much has been said about the redwood ing, until now all there are of them are in the trip of land plant life are combined just as they were combined zons and it has been hard to get to them. three hundred and fifty miles long and twenty miles or so ago. The scenery and surroundings are there Only the Suppose—to make the distinction clear—that the new wide that begins where the northwestern corner of Califor dinosaur is missing paper readers of the United States should find at their ia Joins with the southwestern corner of Oregon and ends Years mean nothing in terms of the inanimate. How breakfast tables or in the afternoon dispatches an iten at Monterey Bay; and the greatest stands of them are in long, for example, did it take Nature to bring about the _ like this: “Niagara Falls, New York. A company has bee: Del Norte and Humboldt counti« Also the fern growth wonders of the Grand Cafion of the Colorado? One scier formed to divert the water now going over the falls into that earpets the ground about their immense boles typifies tist says twenty million years, another says twenty-five a series of ponds that are to be utilized for the raising of age in terms of millions of years, Ferns reach back to the and another forty—and they may all be right. The point puddle ducks for the market.” ¢ — —

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' ———— THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ful ge eT ind W ] build 1 a iry on the spot for the util tion of the enormous quanti t f hot water that the geyser lischarges every hour. It is ex- pected that all the dirty clothe of the United States west of the Missouri River will be washed here more cheaply than else- where,”’ Or this: “Grand Cajfion, Ari- zona. A recent incorporation ir tate is for the purpose of re ting the cahon walls to ad- ertiser who will paint their igns there A large acreage ] sque wall ol the most pictur has been secure any bril- its will soon int advertiseme Save the Redwoods — would be immediate clamor from the people, not from all of them but from a good hare of them. They would pro- test against the desecration of the scenery that belongs to them, especially such desecra- I use of these natural wonders for commercial irposes. Many of the protes- tantsr ight be, it is likely, amor g the Americans who have not seen Niagara Falls or Old Faith- ful or the Grand Cafion, but these would protest ju t as Vig- orously, because even if they have it seen them and er joyed them thev have come to know tner through pictures, litera- ture i conversation. Wher Ve the protest of twenty or thirty year ago over tl H to harness Niagara and the * tl at re ulted ! aly g the i ides of the Hudsor Irom the quarry ir is we rer ides wher rce threatened Nature ir e of her most wonderful a ect here, there and yonde r at t the country, it 1s not at se all dif? the howl tw le ene ilar to those set forth hypothet have knowledge of these scenic assets of the ‘ l'o follow the matter : suppose some day t he ewspapers of the United State printed this aispat« h: ‘Eureka, California. The last remaining redwood forests Humboldt and Del Norte counties, this state, which are tne lest and largest trees in the world, are being felled great number d worked up into grape stakes, fence I 1 railroad ties.” ) int d What then? Nothing much probably, because that i } exactly what is happening at this present moment, and I the protest so far has been confined largely to the men of California who know of the situati know the redwoods also. In reality ence between making duck puddle Into grape stakes, One Is as ignoble the outrage on the redwoods is the ¢ diversion of Niagara is stopped Ni: they take the laundry away from Old Fai sistent performer will begin at o whereas when a redwood is cut down or it first } there j ry with Niag is the other, ryreater, becau ivyaura resume thful t nee to pout that ends the It took fifteen hundred years to grow the redw y no redwood will replace it. And the reason tha no wide national protest is because the redwoods are but i there ~* laundry out of Old Faithful and cutting these redwoods ‘ A r e at ikes ar ther re ar i be a Phe ose for t ‘ It Took Fifteen Hundred Years to Grow the Redwood and No Redwood Will Replace It reawood quola ©! closely re SeQUOLA f Iving Ut! thus of t} peal to that the et ! i : of these wood, or f be for the Inadequat rer My the groups of | elerras but wit the re vyood t Northwest ( ests owned | i ‘ porat for been Siaughntere in the past fort that thetorthcon will destroy entir ur ived fror the imberma rN ‘ i | prot t? if ‘ The and t oldest ‘ iched 4 r.} ate ] ] ‘ 1 fence p ind r t po acl ed fo {f these tree thew } the t st 1 of ng things in the world! T! eventy feet , } lred fe« he r nat mia tne « if t t? ‘ ‘ | ‘ { Continued on Page nown te en ire They are r tree put 1 ¢ pr ' ‘ } ret the Y her rad ) \\ ‘ i oT it has been |} wood dist j ' ned | ped ] move ‘ tres oO deta tt it} . i } prose f , of Ca pe ir lated rett gantea, are tl ng he w r “ e} tar 1]. t} ty ‘ t ‘ xd ing redwooc 1 that ) x ved there ne to replace the and trees the High Sierr sequola gigante a i, equola vigal i Ic r ; ‘ intere 149 semr in Caliornia, adequate | I ea it i I ur | r and of the re rer

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December 6, 1919 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST It Could! Happen A; 10 1o-Mlorrow roinibral | | | | I Suppose ¥ re the Young Person That the District Attorney Telephoned Me About an Hour or So Ago Well, How Can I Serve You?"’ L on sideaiaiiads aan Yonny, mam wid he rtnan conte, Boy IRWIN So COBB 0% 2.naiee Hes" ve it mh SS but ti 1 bit of space left in the cl r car y nnitiils Ts Ww i aa _ begrudged consent was a sort of indirect intimatior I , r ig as i l bY nor the ILLUSTRATED BY JAMES Hi CRANK that it was not altogether all right. He half rose and a 1 tl i swung the suitcase up into the lu ige rack overhea t ed ft , ew I hatted a elbows and feet and at either side doubled rows of backs then tucked in his knees so she migh p into the place 1 i ! er from 1e-tip to toe-tip of heads showed above the red plush seats. She shrugged opposite him next the aisle. 7 in't the last 1 ite that I'd have her shoulders; it meant standing for a while at least; prob- “*Excuse me,” he said a moment later, “‘but I could to ca his t 1 ed hance for a seat.” ably someone would be getting off soon—this train was a change seats with you if you don’t mind.” Yes’m, L see,”” cor ted the man in blue But local, making frequent stops. It was not the train she Her eyebrows went up a trifle. “ rush i time of year, and right now would have chosen had the choosing been left altogether to In her experiences it had not often happened that seer f , ! f the ‘ etting homefrom her, but Mullinix of the Secret Service, her unofficial chief, ingly without reason a male fellow traveler had suggested t ‘ { ‘ Kast tomeet’em and had called her away from a furnishing and finishing con- that she give him a place commonly regarded as prefer eve I } “ t have 1 } tract at a millionaire’s mansion in the country back of able to his own. troul t dated in one coache Dobb’s Ferry to run up state to Troy, where there had “I do mind, rather,” she answered. “ Riding backward I 1, “and thar ! the same risen a situation which in the opinion of the espionage makes me carsick sometimes. Still I will change with you he | ed up | hand bag quad a woman were best fitted to handle, provided only if you insist on it. I’m the intruder, you know.” Wait a ‘ iggested I'll ve? porter that woman be Miss Mildred Smith. And so on an hour’s **No, no, never mind!” he hastened to say. “‘I guess it ur p to the other ear notice she had dropped her own work and started. don’t make any difference. And there’s no intrusion, Men of a life were rather given to offering Now, though, near the more distant end of the car she miss—honest now, there ain’t.”’ M Mildred Smith, the tinguished interior saw a break in one line of heads. Perhaps the gap might Miss Smith opened the book she had brought along and | itor the side—an ur estigator for mean there would be room for her. She made her way began to read. She felt that obliquely her enforced com- | ‘ 1 Ww 1 wa ne record for rvice endered toward the spot, her trim small figure swaying to the mo- panions were studying her—at least two of them were. } profe il might have envied. Perhap tion as the locomotive picked up speed. Drawing nearer, The one with whom she shared a seat had not looked her they were tl e ready to offer it ce the young woman — she saw the back of one seat had been turned so that its way; except to draw in her body a trifle as Miss Smith sat emed 8 to need it occupants faced rearward toward her. In this seat, the one down she had made no movement of any sort. Certainly I ma vard was a brisk little nod farther from her as she went up the aisle, were a man and she had manifested no interest in the new arrival. In mo- Please dor ‘ ‘ i This bag isn’t at all a woman; in the nearer seat, facing this pair and sitting ments when her glance did not cross theirs, Miss Smith, ‘ y, and I’m used to traveling alone and looking out for next the window, was a second woman—a girl rather—all turning the pages of her book, considered the two who if She footed it briskly along the platform of the three of them, she deduced from the seating arrangement, faced her, subconsciously trying—as was her way—to ap- Dobb's Ferry statio \t the door of the third coach back — being members of the same party. A suitcase rested upon praise them for what outwardly they presumably were. from the bag ra flagman stopped her the cushions alongside the younger woman. Offhand she decided the man might be the superintendent All full up in here id he told her but I think ‘I beg your pardon,” said the lone passenger, halting of an estate; or then again he might be somebody's head iybe you n t i e place t t he next car here, “‘but is this place taken?” gardener. He was heavily built and heavily mustached eyond, If " t leave your grip here I'll bring it The man’s face twisted as though in annoyance. He with a reddish cast to his skin and fat broad hands. The M uu after we pull out made an undecided gesture which might be interpreted woman alongside him had the look about her of being a \ e react the d f the « ahead the train either as an affirmative or the other thing. “I’m sorry if I high-class domestic employee, possibly a housekeeper or ey oO MOV I ach wa nfortal ed—and am disturbing you,” added Miss Smith, “but the car is perhaps a seamstress. Miss Smith decided that if not ré in comforta filled, Into the aisles projected crowded—every inch of it except this seems to be occupied.” exactly a servant she was accustomed to dealing with

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} EL Ee SS eel THE SATURDAY EVENING POST servants and in her own sphere undoubtedly would figure aS a competent ar d authoritative person Of her own seat mate she could make out little except that she was young— young enough to be the daughter of the woman across from her, and yet plainly enough not the woman’s daughter. Indeed if first impressions counted for anything she was of a different type and a different fiber from the pair who rode in her company. One somehow felt that she was with them but not of them; that she formed the alien apex of a triangle otherwise harmonious in its social composition. She was muffled ch loose cape of blue military cloth which quite hid the out- lines of her figure, yet nevertheless revealed that she was slimly formed and of fair height. The flaring collar of the garment was upturned, shielding her face almost to the line of her brows. But out of the tail of her eye Miss Smith caught a suggestion of a youthful regular profile and ad- miringly observed the texture of a mass of thick, fine auburn hair. Miss Smith was partial to auburn hair; she wondered if this girl had a coloring to match the rich reddish tones that glinted in the smooth coils about her head. Presently the man fumbled in a breast pocket of his waistcoat and found a long malignant-looking cigar. He bit the end of it and inserted the bitten end in his mouth, rolling it back and forth between his lips. Before long this poor substitute of the confirmed nicotinist for a smoke failed to satisfy his cravings. He whispered a word to his ek to knees in a middle-aged companion, who nodded, and then with a mutter of apology to Miss Smith for troubling her he scrouged out into the aisle and disappeared in the direction of the smoker. Left alone, the woman very soon began to yawn. It was to be judged that the stuffy air of the car made her dozy. She kept her eyes open with an effort, her head lolling in fforts to hold it straight, yet all the spite of her drowsy " f one determined ‘ while bearing herself after the fashion not to fall asleep. A voice spoke in Miss Smith’s ear—-a and musical voice. ww and well-bred ‘I beg your pardon,” it said hesitatingly, then stopped. Miss Smith turned her head toward the speaker and now for the first time had a fair chance to look into the face of the voice’s owner. She looked and saw the oval of a most drooping as if from weariness. The woman laid the comely face, white and drawn as though by exhaustion or cup aside and at once was dozing off again. T t she w by deep sorrow, or perhaps by both. For all their pallor member of the group sat in pitying wond ripple of this wh« ought of gl istly t} ng the dreadful after effects of er the cheeks were full and smooth; the brow was broad and what affliction had made a ( } low; the mouth firm and sweet. From between the tall looking bonny creature. She t collars of the cape the throat, partly revealed, rose as a had r smooth fair column. What made the girl almost beautiful paralysis, but rejected the suggestion, because mn were r eyes —eyes big and brown with a fire in them to what else of dread and woe the girl's eyes had betr high mettle of a resolute character, but out face was too plump and the body. whicl he « suggest the of them there looked—or else the other was woefully touching hers, t wrong—a great grief, a great distress bravely borne. To present and wasting infirmity. So then it must | herself—all in that instant of looking—she said mentally some accident—som e maiming mishap which prob that these were the saddest, most courageous eyes she ever not been of recent occurrence, since nothing else al firm and well nourished to bet emptied he third ondered lesome ings she ifantile » matter ived the vuld feel token a ive been ably had out the had seen set in a face so young and seemingly bespeaking — girl suggested physical impairment. If this deduction were so healthful a body. For a moment Miss Smith was so. correct, the wearing of the shrouding blue cape in an held by what she saw that she forgot to speak. atmosphere almost stiflingly close stood explained. It wa ‘I beg your pardon,” repeated the girl. “I wonder if so worn to hide the injured limbs from view. That, of you would be good enough to bring me a drink of water course, would be the plausible explanation. Yet at the if it isn’t too much trouble. I’m so thirsty. I can't very same time an inner consciousne gave Mi Smith a cer well go myself—there are reasons why I can’t. AndI don't tain and absolute conviction that the specter of fearfulne think she’’—with a sidelong glance toward the nodding lurking at the back of those big brown eyes meant more figure opposite—‘‘I don’t think she would feel that she than the ever-present realization of some bodily distigure could go and leave me.” ment ““Certainly I will,” said Miss Smith. “It’s not a bit of Fascinated, she found her eyes searching the shape be bother.” side her for a clew to the answer of thi imentabie myster “What is it?” The woman had been roused to full In her covert scrutiny there was no morbid desire to spy wakefulness by the movement of the stranger in rising. upon another’s hidden miseries—our Miss Smith was too “Please don’t move,” said Miss Smith. “Your young well-bred for that ly was there a sudden quickened lady is thirsty and I’m going to bring her a drink of water pity and with that pity a yearning to offer, if opportunity that’s all.” served, any small comfort of act or word which might fitly “It’s very good of you, miss,” said the elder woman. come her way. As her glance—behind the cover of her She reached for her hand bag. “I think I’ve got a penny reopened book—traveled over the cloaked shape se here for the cup.’ “‘T’ve plenty of pennies,”’ said Miss Smith. to serve her ends. The girl was half turned fror At the cooler behind the forward door she filled a paper shoulder pressing against the wir low ledge; the cup and brought it back to where the two were. To her her body had drawn one front breadth of the cape surprise the elder woman reached for the cup and took it that no longer did it completely overlap its fellow. from her and held it to the girl’s lips while she drank. With slight opening thus unwittingly contrived Miss + a profound shock of sympathy the realization went through could make out at the wearer’ ea partl Miss Smith that the girl had not the use of her hands. inch or two of what seemed to be a heavy leather Having drunk, the girl settled back in her former pos- truss, which so far as the small limits of the expo ture, her face half turned toward the window and her head Continued on Page 120) ari hing for a clew to the secret she saw how that chance promised n her, a twist of awry so In the ‘**From This Point on She Steadfastly Declined to Make Answers to the Questions Propounded to Her"

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST December 6, /9/9 THE AUR CURIE =—By David Lawrence VIVE years of war, plus a r of Getting Rid of the War Germs the cancers of war grow in the coun- tries where public opinion is held under lock and latch, where only views of one kind are not forbidden ¥ eve per i: their brain power and produe e energ | eve to the white e; many hundreds of millions of put t tile littl wu yr; Dig natior eG I 1, yet uncer t eve vnere ma ! patie ‘ That the ¥ i Ve pa fr m rol te ve int and peace ‘ tu t ‘ i I “ ten « f ‘ Vv t tear asunder huma ela eed er i the past Ma pe i | eT v pe ict ure two separate and distinet t iteamen get togethe 1 ceremo- is conteren¢ nd mn e peace, But people tutored and untutored, od elements mixed w bad ele ment } na t elfish being ind) = persor with a super bundancee I itional passion have moat to d wit keeping the peace And people ire influenced by what? | the f r versions of the facts, ! ippea to their bias as well as to their sense of anger, by little preju live ‘ is big i rT And thisis an article about fact as they some tirne eem and the ometimes ire t ernational affair For iprure of natic may come, and gues May go; peace treaties may he written, debated, ratified and pro rimed irmies may be pooled and ivie combined, hut there'll alway he trouble and alwa war if some ingle nation or group of nation ta looking for trouble Plainly the job of the world is to eep exposing the nation who are ecreciy or otherwise planning or ling trouble It’s a practical t a theoretical pro i" tate nen at Paris knew it, but shoved it nto the future to take care of itself Diplomats and government dignita es the world over Know what make eon, = “ exit and only views of the same gen- eral design are permitted entrance. Censorship and propaganda are what they call it in times of war. But propaganda is a peacetime residue, propaganda with all its sinister and sedulous currents carrying poison to and fro, rousing passion, lulling some to sleep, wakening others to action, steadily day by day planting the germs of unrest here, disturbance there, plotting conquest of commerce in the guise of international friend- ship, secretly hampering, publicly pra.sing, privately condemning what a background of intrigue the world has known! There is yet no armistice of in- trigue. The same forces that elbowed each other to war can return to rub, to jostle and jab and eventually to strike each other in angry reprisal for stepping on one another’s toes. One man sits with his feet extended across the aisle of a street car through which I pass. I stumble on his foot and he looks up and howls with pain. If I scorn him and smile we fight. If I say, ‘‘ Excuse me, did I hurt you?” he replies smilingly, ‘‘Not at all,’’ and nurses a painful ankle. Nations Always Right UT it isn’t—or rather it hasn't been fashionable for nations tosay **Excuse me—I was in the wrong.” It has been considered unpatrioti« a hauling down of the national em blem, a surrender of tradition; and all the emotion-stirring epigrams that ever came from the lips of red-blooded ancestors are invoked to prevent ar apology or expression of regret. Our country always right — never wrong that’s the slogan which has beer shouted in Europe, Asia, America again and again by parading mobs and multitudes. It has been printed in flaming letters across the front pages of newspapers and declaimed var and yet they haven't put it ntoany treaty or covenant. They've provided — the machinery for the VRIGHT GY MARAIS & EWING friendly association of nations to pre Are Transmitter. ent war by discussior But the ma hinery whereby the facts may he talned oon enough to form on the Terminats of Each Coil partial judgment before passion et loose is left inevitably to the people of the world to work out themsel ve the | ggest job of all Chi peace business has got complicated by thick vol ines of language that mean something or nothing accord y as there is a de to do wrong or a desire to do right Domestic law we know, are broken in letter and spirit daily by men who are paid to discover ways of evading them. So long as nations want to break the rules by intro ducing imaginary or real issues that involve a distrust of me another they w be able to do so in the future just as easily as they have done >In the past provided the method to show them up is lacking The World's Great Experiment sets of R' VEALING every secret plot or intrigue that eventu- Vally n ight mean war between any nations or nations will spell success or failure for any combination of powers whevher ycleped league of nations, league of victors thing else I'wo big desires came out of the last war— one to prevent inything like that catastrophe from striking civilization wa und the other to form some kind of concert of power single power or alliance of powers Many people don’t like written Dig er ough to sit on any that might organize for trouble he way the covenant was That’s really imma- \ perfect covenant with an inborn distrust on every a bit better than an imperfect cove- terial de wouldn't work ant with an inborn desire to put sympathy and friendship above hate and greed. So it comes back to the conscience of the people eve where \ ked government will need Left Foreground Enctoses the Arc. by Which the Wave Length is Regulated. watching. Anything that it tries to put over will stand a better chance of being beaten if exposed to all the people, including those who are responsible for the existence of the government in question, than if permitted to plot and plan its intrigue in private and be protected by the old usages of international law providing for secrecy in diplomatic affairs. Nations are to try an experiment—they are pledging themselves to act together. Can they think together? Can the right sort of appeal be made to the good people in every country to the end that they may guide their government in virtuous instead of vicious paths? Will the people of all the world be permitted to share thoughts, to compare minds, to look into each other's eyes and hearts and pene- trate the very souls where the passion of selfishness kindles its flames? Will it be possible to reach to the places and occasions where cupidity lies embryo, where anger, des- tined to become national wrath, slowly but surely fans the flames of discord? Will the high professions of democracy mean any more under the newly advertised order of peace set up as it is now on the swaying shoulders of an exhausted humanity? Answer those questions and you have the key to it all, for public opinion is the true sovereign everywhere. And many are the crimes committed in the name of public opinion. The Kaiser felt sure of public opinion. So did Von Tirpitz. So did Napoleon. Control of public opinion is the important factor. What a helpless—but obedient at innocent thing can be national opinion, especially in hours of flag-waving patriotism! Everybody denounces national passion- the other fellow’s passion thing, yet all nations go ahead and practice it times as a silly That's why The Latest Type Though a Smalt One. The Biack Upright Thing in the The Large Cylindrical Things at the Top are the Coils The White Insulators Immediately Beneath are By Revolving an Arm Any One or All of the Coils are Thrown Into Operation, Thus Increasing or Decreasing the Wave Length in parliaments and senates since ancient days. And the world goes fighting on. A minority in every generation ha said the weakness of the world was its lack of conscience. Religion, edu- cation, freedom for the individual, all have been dispensed and distributed in an effort to improve the international conscience. There rose a nation with conscience lost —a Germany of kaiserism. But did Germany rise suddenly? Did the child become man overnight or was the growth twenty years long? Propaganda poisoned Germany and benumbed her conscience. Philosophers, professors, mili tarists, kings and counts all played their part in spreading the disease to which ultimately a nation succumbed One would expect the world to profit by Germany’s les son, to hold up propaganda to contempt and not to prac- tice it quietly, nourish, stimulate, spread or perpetuate it in method more insidious than was known to its Teuton forebears. Yet Europe is still suffering from a wave of propagandism. The United States and the new world have also been somewhat infected. And whatever league of nations or association of powers is formed to keep the peace will rest alone on the opinions of respective peoples. Other leagues have been planned and even created, only to fall beneath the weight of their own superstructure. Laws, regulations, principles, charters, doctrines and peace treaties may be written, but until peoples comprehend them, until nations permit their individual citizens to adopt judicial instead of prejudicial positions whenever an international fracas is threatened, there will be more fric- tion. And an accumulation of friction eventually means bloodshed and war. And fights between two nations some- times draw into the maelstrom a whole continent. And when a continent fights peoples from other countries can’t travel the seas except at their peril. Presently the whole world enters the arena of “‘ organized savagery,” k : | |

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tlie \ ae ces THE SATURDAY EVENING POST as David Lloyd George characterized war at the opening session of the Peace Con- terence at Paris. So it is in the depths of the public mind with the influences in public opinion that rile or please us, that appeal to our moods and human weaknesses—these must be curbed or released accurding as the: make it possible for peoples to know each other and nations to fraternize. And what better means of communication has been devised than the cables, telegraph and wireless, which bear the printed word irom continent to continent? That is the secret of any league of na- tions or international coéperation, no matter what the name or label. It is com- munication—the simple process of mak- ing two contestants understand each | other, of permitting neutral, impartial opinion to judge accurately just what the one or the other of contending parties means, indeed just which side is right and should be supported and which side is wrong and should be condemned. Does the average American know how he gets his world news? Does he know how easily the news channels of the world may be stopped up and the truth with- held? Does he know how his passions are “oused, how his evening or morning news- paper, victimized, too, prints what it pelieves to be authentic news but which may be that dangerous half truth which has caused many a nation to rise almost to the point of war? After all, this matter of communica- tion will bring a great test. If nations nean what they say they will let observ ers from other countries get a good lox at them and then cable, wireless or tele- graph the truth back home. They will place no obstacle, potential or actual, in — the way of correspondents domiciled abroad in times of peace. They will per- mit free criticism of each other's government and diplo matic affairs. And they will forbid the subsidizing by money or otherwise of the news associations, which at the instance of governments feed millions of people daily only the news about other countries which those governments have thought it wise to permit to be published. Nothing could be more searching, nothing touches more closely the sincerity of nations who proclaim a desire for international 1 ‘amity and peace than their attitude toward the news that comes in or goes out of their respective borders. News Agencies and World Opinion XAMINE the systems in the various countries of the world in times of peace and see how world opinion is throttled and how it can be emancipated. No country is perfect—not even America, though he would be a preju- diced observer who did not grant immediately that this would be a better world many times over if only the other nations of the world would advance to the stage ; associations and tl sbaolute chat which are unknown t iverage read ol ewspape He ible to dist x { w ( new ery ( tre { government lence or propagand \ he know is that tl new ’ . ports are the main though not, of course the only channels of communication be tween the peoples of the world It was because the Associated Pre the United States recognize the po taint which might attach to me of the foreign agence that pecial correspor ents, usually of American birth and tra ng, were stationed in the most portant capitals of the world. Soon the 1 ted Press, a rival American new ervice, ht gan too, to place its own correspondent in the foreign field. American newspaper principally those of New Yo ind Ch Cc ) also ent ther owr taff mer abroad. But what chance have these met or news services anywhere but in Amer th ica? How can eV overe spread impression given by a foreign new agency which deliberately see} perverted ver ion of the trutl Chey can not affect internal opinion in Europe, for the bulk of their dispatche ire printed > | il i fact, f ince, t the Stefa Agency of I t hi ew ‘ we of that ce he Ita (y ment control and manage the teleyra wire Nobody can file a dispatch over these wires and expect tol ent ahead ol fani me agre I} lly col ored version of a I l | be se ou irtually by the Ita Csovernment wenn a no ee — — hefore ther corresp ld hope Wiretess at Arlington to cate! ! th tl Preced e! news is a powerf l igte reached by the press associations of the United States. But Ay ere tem of prefere VW re sed the fact that America is fed some news whose reliabil and spe facilities of cor inicati ey Europe is open to question is not altogether due to the press a and A news agencies that are clo if] iw ciations or their foreign correspondents who cable extract foreign government What a treme \ " from these foreign news agencies to the United States. For public opinion lies in the contr f the pl how is the average reader of the American newspaper to the continent of Europe! Imagine the ma twists and know how much credibility to attach to the reports of the turns that can be given te vs en iting f the littl Exchange Telegraph Company or the Central News of understood Balkan state One ‘ uel London or ihe Havas Agency of France or the Stefani five year the beginning of the pre t war t ! Agency of Italy or the official Spanish Agency or the what the German people were fed by th governmer Reuter Agency or the famous Russian news services orthe anent the Ser cri ind to see how ea the Teuto Kokusai of Japan? militarists manipulated the news situation to conform to Certainly we know how closely the Wolf Agency of Germany, which for years was the semiofficial medium of Free communication, states of Europe is not alone essential. There must | communication between Germany and the outside world, was inspired directly by the German Government. We know, moreover, how close a supervision the German Government kept over cable messages which came from outside countries to Germany by means of the Wolf Agency. It is the various affiliations of these foreign new Holland 7 | wseeeeeeeeeee uninterrupted nations which do not lie adjacent to one another, where other countrie their desires and policic however, betweer and unimpaired means of speaking between intervene, The war howed that both and Switzerland were pivotal point new Continued on Page 138 PHOTOS. COPYRIGHT BY MARAIS & EWING, WASHINGTON, D. « The Switch Board at the Arlington Radio Station The Automatic Transmitter The Operator Merety Checks the Accuracy of the Message as it is Ticked Off

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AN I UT'l f ‘ Mf freque j ' ‘ Pil ‘ ‘ f t! ‘ { the t ’ ‘ ‘ ‘ \ | ! ‘ Wii 1 i? ’ i ev 1] Al he A | i Ire ft! A ‘ pot B 4 Drag ! 4 tw ft i? t and ce put ettin’ « } f his ba ! ! ludeg¢ i i ’ it t ter gans! Pret it But f MeNutt made. a sinecure f I » throug ry good portion of each day it wa dre suse he knew how to handle that job of his.

He was taking care of it all the while, working hardest when he appeared to be loafing hardest, taking care of it 80 efficiently that he had held the position for nearly thirty year drawitt g good pay and a secret bonu » and in that time had never once been on the irpet MeNutt was an old f hard to fool and eute at getting out of a trap when he had been « iught, for he was fallible and would wand t foot in it. He knew what Was going of | t gy Mill MeNutt did lle new ji { One Battery Boilers could run before the il eed 1, though the boiler super tendent had warned him he would have to shut down in thirty 1 te f he did not get coal. He knew there were five sided i f pig iron at the cupola doc ‘when there were but two left W he the (per at t begat call vy WwW ily for crap and the blast furr f estone he would shut them up by nfor g ther t what surpl they had on hand. He ‘ pI j ‘ wt Vor ing about er pt { t le } boxe ind flat 1 gre for he aiways had a few ex is tucked away i me ¢ er ol t ird i w fie were i need i he W 1 | luce the it Wis ‘ too t and didn’t want to wake him up. it? Old Doe Black couldn't fir lled him, and his folks wanted to know, so they sent to I ialist and he *s death due to his sitting on the

came and pronounced mall of his : lower extremities elevated too high. ran out of his feet and legs, you know, and omething like that. What d’ye know I got to thinking about you sitting pec ick ch with hi The blood ! led his about that, Mack? here all the time with your feet up MeNutt’s feet came down from the top of the desk and struck she floor with a bang. “Jannie,” he called to his clerk, Janus Damrosch, next room, “run out and tell Pippy Peeler to shoot three cars of coke up to Susie Blast Furnace, then to pig the foundry head, or “Who Taught You How to Write Letters to a Lady, How to Jay the Right Thing, the Catchy Thing, the Thing That Pleases the Feminine Mind?" and then to go out to the Midline and fetch in that drag of ore. Then go and tell Hol liday to cupolas, ram a couple of emptie rod dock stick coke the up to the and then that drag of billets in A Yard out on the Transfer. Hello, Bob, what’ the glad word?” “What d’ye know about it, Mack? Did you ever see more work going on about thi old there is right now? dur ip than I’m busier than a mowing machine with the team rut ning away. I don’t I'll ever get up with my Haven't got an old plug of spit- believe caught work. lying about that pped? Ah That’s the quict your desk body dr there! boy! “What d’ye know about it, Mack? There was something in the rumor I heard that they were going to put up fourteen new Open-Hearth furnaces back of the pig machine, eh? Well, you'll see Wally Gay getting some- thing good out of it. He’s making out big over there with Manning, as assistantforeman. And they tell me that old Rattlebones Mackenzy, chief engineer for the whole dump, you know, has taken a great shine to Wally —hanging round him like a horsefly round a slumbering mule. every now and then and gets him over in a corner and has a chat with him. What d’ye know about that, Mack? Old He runs all to brains—he some-

Comes out Rattlebones is a big man too. doesn’t weigh over ninety pounds. “It seems that when they were constructing that new furnace over there Wally caught a bad bull somebody had made in Rattlebones’ something about their cal- culations. Oh, Wally’s there with chiming bells Mack! And I was the boy that discov- 1 him— yes, sir, I was the first one in the plant to find out that Wally Gay had a full bean on him. What d’ye know about it? ‘Funny about Wally, wasn’t it box car of pig, growing up in the mills, sticking right here othce when it comes to figures, ere his coming here in a

getting ahead as he has without any kind of pull, haul drag. I'd just like to know where he came from, who put him in that car of iron, and why. I've often thought, Mack, if somebody here had had the foresight to keep the number of the car he came in he might be traced **Gosh, here comes the Old Man! Psst! Say, don’t want him to catch me loafing in here! Take cue, Mack!” The shipping clerk slipped from the table to the floor and jerked a piece of paper and a pencil from his pocket. “Take the cue, Mack! Take the cue!” he hissed. The door opened. “Yes, Mack, I’ve got to ret three cars of billets hippe d out to-day without fail. Good morning, Mr D Yard, Mack. You'll Mack? I'm in a rush Mack, I Goodlow! see that they go out They’re in To-day, won't you, so long! Mack!” The door slammed behind a hurriedly retreating ship- Goodlow laughed. old stuff! ping clerk. “Old stuff, McNutt, gag myself many a time in my *t in here to see you about bil I’ve pulled that ancient I'll bet t! younger d ‘t shipments, was

chap wasn he, now?” MeNutt chuckled “No, he was talking about Wally Gay,” he said. “Ts that so? Two minds with but a single thought! That’s what I came in here to talk about— Wally Gay.” McNutt looked interested. “T’ve been thinking a good deal about that young fellow lately. He is going ahead in his work so rapidly and is proving himself possessed of so many sterling qualities that I keep wondering who he is and where he came from. 1 am

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Pe fant ar THE SATURDAY EVENING POST sure there is good stock in him. Mackenzy has been talking to him Goodlow broke off in his speech and turned in his chair to see who had entered the office. It was McNutt’s man, Janus Damrosch. The lerk passed through the room into his office, but in a moment, just to MeNutt, he came quietly back and went to a hig] k i | cl own as Goodlow turned back igh desk in a corner of the office, where he took down a file of orders which he began looking over. has been talking to him con- late,” resumed Goodlow, ‘‘and he has told me tha il mind. the man has a remark- He has persuaded and take a position in the engineering department. That’s a wise if Wally realizes what good is is, but he will he doesn’t ] able mathematic: him to leave the mills move. I doubt fortune th find out soon— if . already know. Mackenzy has started work on the new Open Hearth plant we are to build. By the time those fourteer furnaces are built and in operation a year or so Wally will know Hearth thar n't one Open about the Ope I There hence more iperintendents do Hearth superintendent in a hundred, McNutt, that ever stuck a test bar Manning is an exception—he most into a furnace worked up from the floor.”’ Goodlow’s brow went into wrinkles. ““But who is Wally Gay? That’s what I'd like to know. It’s none of my business, of nd I know it doesn’t make a bit of difference who he is, but just the same the f him the stronger grows my cu- You're an old-timer riosity about his origin do you recall when he—when here, McNutt he arrived?” “Oh, to be sure! Gay walking up through the yard with little box tucked under his arm that had the baby in it. “Was any effort ever made to find out where he from?” ‘‘Not a bit—nobody was interested in him except old Joe and he wanted to hold on to him.” “IT wonder now if anybody kept the number of the car in which he came?” “Yes, Joe must have kept it, for Wally knows the num- ber nd I can get — “E You can? How? Did you keep a record of it?” ‘Why, I made a blue-pencil cross before the car number ird clerk’s book that day. Seven or eight years ago, Wally was about eighteen, I think, that same car into these yards. Wally ran across it and asking some questions about it. I was pretty ask him I remember seeing old Joe the ” came > a in the 1 wiles loated bac came to me, sure at once that this was his car, but I couldn't You know, that subject has always been a ticklish one to mention to Wally. I went upstairs to the old file room nted it up. I made a memorandum of it at the but I did not keep it long.”’ “Suppose you could find it again are all there 9 “Ce tainly the tiles yet, so far as I know.” ‘The car number might—but that wouldn’t furnish much information, would it? I wonder if it could be determined who shipped that car of iron?” He Must Go Far and Hide Himsetf, for He Coutd Not Tett Amy Creeth Who He Was “The receiving clerk’s records would show that. They may be on file in the attic of the laboratory.” “Get me that car number some time, McNutt, will you? And just keep it to yourself that I asked you for it. I wouldn’t want it known that I was prying into ‘" He stopped suddenly in his speech and turned his head. MeNutt’s clerk was standing at the desk in the corner of the room, his back to it, looking at the two men. His mouth had dropped partly open and his face showed he was listening with interest to what was being said. “Ts that all you’ve got to do? Goodlow sharply. The clerk the room. “Who i in a nettled tone. ‘My clerk, Janr ditched him some months ago. he’s awful nosey.” “Well, you just give him a tip that I'll nosey him out of here if he repeats anything he heard us saying! Get me that car number McNutt, and say nothing about it.” “All right, ll hunt it up.” Goodlow left the yardmaster’s office. ” demanded seized a bunch of orders and hurried from that pea-eyed yap, M« Nutt?” asked Goodlow **He was taking it all in, wasn’t he?” ie Damrosch. I hired him when Calla Makes a clever clerk, but sometime, So He Went Back to Work on the Iron Floor Before the White-Hot Furnace in’t hear anything dogged! And I puid old Doe D hook the other da of the yard with a bill little dog cottage at the end ling tank back of the billet mill where the bill falling off the conveyor S run out and keep all kinds of billets tumbling off jobwhile Tunky snooze ' “It would have turned out all Tunky ate his lunch that da and he set his pail up on ; started the pail to edging of

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DON'T want to het you up Re ie. but the answer 1 ou got to put your feet 0 a JY down with lrvir v He got to give you ILLUS more mone’ te le Apf llooked down at her thus-mentioned pedal extremities where she had them half curled under her on her mother’s lavender-satin bed he expre ion in her eves, still dewy with recent wi it exa hopeful The feet in high-heeled, i pumps did not look re issuringtly < ipable of 30ly \ shaft of September sunlight streaming through the half-curtained window of Mr Levinson big gayly Freneh-cretonned bedroom brought out subtle tones of red her daughter's tluffy dark hair and lines of gray not at ubtle in her ow: No, there was nothing subtle about M Levinsor What she wa he wa A very comely, vall-featured, well-« eted, blue-serge-clad matron with great energy, a great shrewdness and a great kindne ribed in her at parkling black eyes where all who ran might perceive so as to apprehend their significance, Ihe } tory of he lite, ¢ ym pie te in two volumes, she car- lon her hand five huge, unimpeachable, blue-white diamond rings to show whither she had risen; and the red, wrinkled, work-roughened skin and knobby knuckles underneath to show whence Bessie was a small-scale duplicate of her mother— more ibtly presented, more delicately toned. Before her mar rig he fh id alway been cor idered an extraordi arily pretty girl, even in Flatbush, where pretty girls are by no extraordinary She had an utterly insignificant nose, the kind of mouth that is more often written of than encountered and an eternal au secou eryving from the depths of the biggest, brownest, velvetiest eyes imagi able Her figure might best be described as a small irmful ‘It ean’t go on this way,” continued Mrs. Levinson. She was embroidering a sixty-inch luncheon cloth for Bessie, and she jabbed the stiletto violently but skillfully The Dress Wat a Wonde » *

rfal Success Quite the Prettiest Dress Bessie Had Ever Owned Irving Was Beaming

Viola Brothers Shore FULLER TRATED ar ARiITH UR D. into a potential eyelet. “I wouldn’t say if he wasn’t mak- ing it. But Counselor Goldstein says last year he made out for him the income tax on twelve thousand dollars.” “Twelve thou : Bessie sat up incredulously, her five-feet-three sinking deep into the soft lavender comforter. ‘Honest! I didn’t told you before, because what’s the use to hetz you up? I thought maybe with good treat- ment you'll bring him round. But now I see it’s a mistake. You got to put down your feet.’ Bessie wriggled one small pump on and off a narrow heel, her expression more utterly au secours than ever. ‘It’s not easy, mamma. I’ve tried lots of times to reason with him. But you just can’t argue with Irving. Kither he changes the subject, or he says ‘We can’t afford it,’ and that’s all the satisfaction I get “If there’s anything tighter than a German Jew that’s tight I got to meet it yet. Forty dollars a week to give his wife when he’s making easy over two hundred! And she stands for it!” ‘But, mamma, what can I do? I can’t be always fight- ing, especially over money. I'd rather do without than keep nagging for a thing.” “Sure! Don’t I know? And don’t he know too? Is he such a damn fool he don’t know that rather than fight you'll do without? And rather than you should do with- out, I'll give?” “| feel so ashamed—sometimes—to keep taking “What do you got to feel ashamed? What did papa and I work for all our life, only you should have something? You shouldn’t feel ashamed, darling. He should feel ashamed.” There was a little silence while Mrs. Levinson poked little lakes in the linen and then sent her needle traveling

dexterously round the shores. Bessie let her eyes wander pensively down the tree- bordered street. It was one of those shrub- decorated, park-tended, colorfully named streets which distinguish Flatbush from other sections of the borough that are merely Brooklyn. Every house on the street was the kind which—pictured in a suburban- real-estate booklet— brings a certain look into the eye of the urban householder that bodes ill for the urban land- lord. Every garden showed the loving care of a gardener of two gardeners, I should say—the Cincotta brothers, fifteen dollars a month, gardens tended in summer, lawns sodded in spring, furnace and snow shoveling in winter, leaves raked in the fall. “You know, darling,” Mrs. Levinson went on, “‘it ain’t because I don’t want to keep on giving. What I got is yours. When I'm gone you get it all. You could have it to-day if you need it. All I want is enough I shouldn’t have to beg in my old age my son-in-law for a crust. But I see it’s a mistake, giving you. The more you get from me the less he bothers himself. And you can’t stand that krenk all the time. I can’t understand such a gut. Don’t he know things is gone up?” “Of course I’ve told him enough times. But all he says is ‘We can’t afford it.’” “If I knew before you married him he was such a gut d’ye think he’d get my Bessie? Yo! I thought really he’s the grandest feller in Noo York.” “He is, mamma—really. In everything but money he’s grand. He isn’t a crank. He's satisfied with everything I put on the table, so long as it isn’t fish or pudding. He doesn’t expect me to stick round the house all the time like some girls have to. We’re out every night and I have all the freedom in the world. He never asks me where I was or with who. He trusts me absolutely and I—I trust him. And that’s an awful lot, mamma—you know it.” “Sure I know it! A woman chaser you couldn’t cure except you put him in a coffin and nail down the lid.

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Even old age don’t cure him. And a card player you could waste your lungs out you wouldn’t cure him. But a gut! That’s why I want you should put your feet down, Bessie, before it’s too late. A gut, if you begin young enough you could cure him.” Bessie sighed. ‘I'd be so happy if I didn’t have that constant aggrava- tion about money. You know, with Ruthie growing up I’ll need more and more.” ““You’re telling me?” “*He’s so good every other way. You remember when Ruthie was sick how he rocked her in his arms and made me get my rest so I could look after her the next day.” “Positively! If he wasn’t no good I'd tell you to give him a good kick out. Irving’s a good boy. All he needs isa operation on his pocketbook. Maybe if you leave him once ag -o, interposed Bessie hastily, ““T couldn’t! Oh, no! I never could! And if I did I'd go right back to him. I’m not made that way. I’m different 6 “Sure! You're made different from every other woman that loves her husband. Sure! Well, all right—don’t leave him already. But something you got to do. He’s got to feel his responsibilities. If he marries a girl from a nice family he’s got to keep her nice. If he’s got children it’s got to cost him money. A lot it’s my fault, Bessie. He knows you don’t want for nothing because mamma’s always here with her hand in the pocket. And that reminds me—I wasn't going to tell you. But I should see you smiling again. I ordered for you a coat to-day by W olper’s moleskin.”’ ** Moleskin!”’ “Yeh. | promised you a coat and I told him if he’ll come down on the price I'll take the moleskin. And tokisch he come down, so I give him the order. You had the last time Caiskin s too wonderful! I don’t know how to pet “Oh, mamma, it’ thank you! Moleskin! Oh, mamma She was on her knees before the rocker, her arms about her mother’s shoulders and on her face such a look of rap- ture as—well, as can only appear on the face of a pretty girl who has just been promised a moleskin coat. . Oh, mamma, you re too good tome!” “Th——th-—listen to her! Ain’t you good to me too? That’s my happiness, At the Ladies’ Auxiliary everyone used to say to me, ‘ Levinson, your Bessie is the best-dressed girl in Flatbush.” That’s my pleasure you'll have the coat Only I wish your husband was giving it to you have more satisfaction with it.” A shadow crossed Bessie’s face. She got up and stood looking out at the bit of street framed by the window. “Never mind. Maybe if we'll make a successful opera- tion on his pocketbook be fore T) ank Sgiving he'll pav for the coat. Then you could buy for my money instead a lav’ leer like Essie’s “What a chance!” smiled Bessi who had just roller-skated into view. ‘*Never mind what a chance! Already while I'm talking I got a grand idea. Ring for Susan and I'll tell you. Don't look so scared! Th’ old mamma wouldn't tell you nothing wrong. Even it’s funny—positively. Lots of good cures sounds funny, only not for the patient. Oh, Susan, two cups coffee, please! And call Miss Ruthie in. She should have a glass milk.”’ As she kissed her daughter good-by an hour later Mrs. Levinson warned her: “Remember, darling, if you bust, hold in your temper and notears. Remember, a good cure you couldn't make in aminute. Patience you got to have. If you don’t cure him now your whole life you'll have an aggravation with him about the money Thanksgiving You should wear it in good health. You'd waving to Ruthie, so hold iz your horses if it takes a year, If he’s cured it’s worth it, ain't it “Oh, mamma!” ‘Also, begin it and keep it up! No rachmonis on hi And no crying! Be smart! Remember, a German Jew } knows how to get up early in the morning. Soh to learn how to stay up the night before.” 3 wife got “Irving,” began Bessie innocently, seatir g herself firmly on his lap in the darkest corner of the screened-in porch of their King’s Highway, stucco detached house, It was September, but warm enough to be comfortable out of doors. “Irving, do ye ir help dowr town keep raising you?” He jerked away his coat and settled her comfortably on his knee. Her head rested just below his collar bone. He was the kind of big man against whom it is ea one-family, to be con fortable. Good looking, too, with clear blue-black eyes and 17 au square blue-black chin. His small ears were set close t his head, on top of which rolled wave on wave of smooth black hair ‘Il should ay '” he answered patting her arn ‘Ever minute another!” ‘What do you do?” “What can | do? I got to give it to them “Well, Irving, Annie just raised me five dollars ar truck for me to give out the tlat wash to the laundr ) Irving Apfel’s gentle voice st th defensive tone i ll } » tr k \ for I : ney.” i ive » ask You tor some extra money. *Now looka here, Bessie!"” An omino us note crept int He was like an organ with one op marked ‘“* Money,”’ and when you pulled out that stop e organ took on a special distinct tone i closed, wary ‘I give you a certain amount to run the ouse on and you got to get along on it - “But, Irving, forty dollars isn’t enough.” ‘Forty dollars is a lot of n ones That the trouble with you, Bessie. You wasn’t brought up to realize the value of mone And besides we can’t afford any mor ‘But, dear. what ado you want me to do? Annie won't tay for that.” ‘You couldn't expect me to be worried about every little thing round the house, could you”? I give you the money and that’s your job— to se ou me out on it I don’t bother you every time my help downtown get i roppel No you Just draw a tle more mone {won t bother you with details either, Irving, but I must ive more me price have pone | You're telling me \ t | swea blood ac t of it You coul it tell me tt ga rut ) t that I couldn't tel uu twice a ict I just can’t get along a more or i im ire our busine throw otf n ! re i that I’ low! metime and take a loo t book | wife has aright t now how meh he mand Is ma v Le ( uu bette a in like t t I don’t mix in t ‘ ind «dk ! Fra I would ou see my bo Ones uu lel a wom t how mu mey you got, and peht hes got a use rall of N v¥ how much I can give 1 ome ig Ww yo " f ne rtr le Continued on Page 61 “But, Mamma, What Can I Do? I Can't be Always Fighting, Especiatly Over Money. I'd Rather Do Without Than Keep Nasrging for a Thing" .

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1s THE SATURDAY EVENING POST WRITING FOR PRI A WELL-KNOWN histor f Spain there is a story ef] that Pelayo and thirty men once routed, f they did not actually destroy, an entire army of four } ‘ t su d | em besieger {if four hundred thousand warriors quietly lie down in rows, how long lit take thirty men to destroy them? If the stor true that thirty men de ( ed fe hundred thousand ind ad = ! y that each soldi inder Pelayo v ble t an enem) minute, the L irnage lasted nearly thirt of eight | urs each j At th rate Pelayo’s thirty men di posed of onl about fourtee thousand of the enemy in a day At the close of the first day, when Pelayo’s men rested from their labors, what was to prevent the enen numbering 186 000 i ead ‘ from ng off? I ) t know he baoks do not i) Histor l 1 thing one " t have confidence in; to doubt is to be uneducated | have lately read books written by tirst-class men describing a cer tu period notable ir histor Cine ithor founded a universit the ther taught in one Both quote authorities in profusion to prove their contention And they come to exactly opposite conctu " Oneaccept a certain period pais as the Dark Aye while the other ~" ivs that that time was really the _ = Bright Ayes the age of enlight enn nt and progre The e books were written with great ill I found them intensely interesting, and marveled at the learning displayed. Both writers made their points so cleverly | was disposed to cheer; each displayed fine wit and sarcasm in referring to his opponent Chere was, in short, genuine literature in both volumes; I wa I do not know which author to believe, entertained in reading them, but not instructed, for There are clever writers for print able to riddle anything I accept as history, and plenty of others to prove my beliefs Sir Robert Walpole said history must be false. Napoleon Bonaparte asked What is history but lies agreed upon?” Frederick the Great confessed he made history to suit him elf **My plan,” he said, “is to first take possession. Ata later stage | can always find learned’’—writing—‘‘men to prove | was acting within my rights.” A noted general recollections on the ground that the truth is believed. ‘“‘Already,”’ he suid, “the so full of falsehoods that I give up all hope of telling the truth and being believed.” of our Civil War refused to write his never history of the war i The Joy of Exaggerating FAMOL capitol painted a picture in the dome of a was shown a man walking and driving a yoke of oxen. Those familiar with real life pointed out that the driver was on the wrong side of the oxen, but the artist refused to change it; he said the picture i better that way; the picture looked better because of the error in fact > artist building In it looke and being convinced by an expert that the yx ople necepte ai it. If this is not the better way it is the way the world has agreed upon, People will have only the kind of history they want. A gentleman writes of a mistaken belief he entertains and knows millions of others believe as he does. Will he restrain himself? Men write to impress; to inipre they must exagyerate, \ New York reformer has established a magazine to advocate that writer who exaggerates in print be This foolish fellow would destroy literature. © fact all day in our humdrum lives and want relaxa- We call it “ beauty,” theater and in the musie and ever) sent to jail We tion when the evening paper and tind it the lecture hall There is not only the joy of exaggerating our favorite but the joy of exaggerating the defects of the doctrine we oppose, comes in. also at doctrine Literature is not a thing like reform, Writ- ing tor print goes on forever, to amuse our leisure hours. to be worked out, accomplished and put into effect. Our writing men are virtuoso jacks-of-all-trades and musters of none and must be on every side of every ques- tion. The eloquent writer you consider in the wrong does not hesitate to use democracy, human liberty, Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln and even the blessed Saviour to bolster By &.W. HOWL DECORATION BY GUERNSEY MOORE theres cae Jey up his cause. In a monthly publication of some note I lately saw this fine bit of writing: In the prohibition movement Christianity is facing its most serious menace. Prohibition has such contempt for divine things that it brazenly brands the acts of Christ as criminal, To incorporate such a principle of government in our organic law would be a base betrayal of Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln and Jesus Christ. The fight for true reli- gion and true democracy cannot be won if the battle against prohibition is lost. The outcome of this struggle de- pends upon whether the American people are worthy of the sacred blood that has been shed, and is still being shed, for their liberties; if we are worthy of the great sacrifices made to establish it. Noble words well placed, surely; yet it was printed in defense of that famous old rascal, John Barleycorn. I have never read a book or other printed thing wherein the writer did not consider somewhat the prejudices of those who would possibly become his readers. The gentle art of poetry has also been put to a use which must seem equally strange to a prohibitionist. William Congreve, a poet who flourished in the latter part of the seventeenth century, wrote: To drink is a Christian diversion, Unknown to Turk or Persian; Let Mohammedan fools Live by heathenish rules, And be damned over teacups and coffee. Our most vigorous writing for print is supphed by rivals for public favor and the profitable and honorable positions readers have to give out; it is probable that nine of ten discreditable stories told on men originated with rivals and appeared in print. There is good writing about art, the drama, books and music, but the keenest and most enjoyable is found in quarrels over religion, love, politics, business and the real essentials of life. The convictions for witchcraft in Salem, Massachusetts, and the vast litera- ture of the affair were almost entirely the result of quarrels between rivals. Gentlemen named Parris and Burroughs were candidates for a position; the position was pastor of a church. Parris was the better writer of the two and secured the conviction and execution of his rival on a charge of witchcraft. Parris was not content with charging Burroughs with witcheraft; he accused him of having killed his first two wives. This charge, say later writing men, was as untrue as the charge that Burroughs rode broomsticks through the air with the weird sisters and read fate in coffee grounds. The story is often printed that in the days of the Czar of Russia, when an aristocrat saw a pretty peasant girl he December 6, 1919 carried her off “‘to a fate worse than death.” If her father or brothers objected they were sent to Siberia in chains. The story was told during the French Revolution; it appears every time there is a considerable row and is used by both sides. It was told in the Philip- pine Islands in the early days of Amer- ican occupation. It is a favorite theme with novelists; Dickens used it with great J effect in A Tale of Two Cities. 4 Is it true? I do not know, but I know oy writing men and the people love to shiver over it. And it has its practical uses—it enables us to get out the vote when there i is an election and fill the depleted ranks | when there is a war. Fight hundred books have been written Friedrich Nietzsche, a clever writer who unhappily delighted in mean- ness. He used tosay that when all the fools were abusing him he knew he was right, and wrote more vi- ciously than And wher Nietzsche used the word “fools” he meant pretty much everybody. It does not seem actually probable that eight hundred books have been written to reply to this writer, but ] have seen the statement in print and repeat it. Another will quote me, and thus the statement be- comes history. Nietzsche's was that he people; he sense to abuse ever. greatest offending hated the common said they an extremely dangerous po- sition for a writing man. There has never been a meaner reference to the common people than that contained in Ecclesiasticus: ‘* How can he get wisdom that holdeth the plough, and that glorieth in the goad, that driveth oxen, and is occupied in their labours, and whose talk is of bullocks? He giveth his mind to make furrows; and is diligent to give the kine fodder. , They shall not be sought for in public council, nor sit high in the congregation: they shall not sit on the judges’ seat, nor understand the sentence of judgment: they can- not declare justice and judgment; and they shall not be found where parables are spoken.” have no Emerson and Ecclesiasticus us. Nietzsche MERSON, possibly our best-loved writer, was as bold 4 in speaking of the common people as was Nietzsche, but Emerson was a gentleman, which Nietzsche was not. Emerson spoke plainly to the people for their own good, but Nietzsche abused them because he hated them and wished them to know it. Lenine, owner of the present Russian Government, is quoted as saying: “*We are the leaders. We must labor and work for the proletariat, but we are not of them. We cannot live with them. Go and give them what you have to give; deliver your lecture; tell them what to do; direct their move- ments; and then go away. “The proletariat cannot understand us, but we must lead them and win their confidence. The proletarian must be gradually introduced to the refinements of the world. His great-grandson may be born with our tastes and with our ambitions.” Emerson and the writer of Ecclesiasticus were nobly try- ing to do good, hence the world has not the heart to abuse them. Nietzsche was plainly vicious, and hundreds of good men hurried to attack him. Many of these critics were almost as clever as Nietzsche himself and proved by philosophy, history, logic, that Nietzsche was not only wrong but a scoundrel, and crazy. Half these eight hun- dred books were possibly unnecessary —surely the meanest man could be properly disposed of in four hundred vol- umes—but millions of worthy people have found comfort in all of them. As a follower of the true faith I have always believed the Mohammedans the most impudent of all religionists. And I have found comfort in the statement that their Bible was so palpably written by Mohammed, the chief beneficiary of the system, that his revelations concerned the most commonplace gossip. A writer I much admire says it was common gossip in Mecca, the holy city, that one of Moham- med’s wives was unfaithful. This distressed Mohammed, as he was becoming old and keenly felt such neglect; so he added a chapter to the Koran declaring to the faithful that his wife was innocent. Continued on Page 154)

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 19 ON CATCHY O SPEAK of catching cold misleading. The fact is, one cannot cold if he tries. A cold is the most elusive thing in the world. One may ex- pose himself to all kinds of weather—dry, rainy, freezing, hot—and to several different varieties on the same day, without catching cold. And then some day when he is totally unaware, when conditions are perhaps not more unfavorable than usual, a cold ¢ tries to overtake it he will realize how difficult it is to catch. An express train after it has left the station is not harder to overtake than a cold Everyone treats a cold with levity—that is, everyone but the He is such a sorry figure that he is an object for the shafts of wit of all his acquaintances. His eyes are watery, his nose is red, he incessantly and he talks through his nose. 3ut however humorous his may others, the victim is miserable. He has a stuffy, smothered sensation, extreme dryness of the mouth and throat, and extreme moisture of the eyes and nose, which are a com And he has lost his taste for food, his taste for tobacco, even his taste for his friends And everyone he meets offers a suggestion as to a cure. catch itches him. Then if he 1 victim. sneezes and blows seem to condition plete reversal from the normal conditions. If one were to go home at noon and follow all the directions that he has received in a single morning he would be cured-—that is, he would never have another cold; nor But of course he does nothing of the kind. en listen to the importunities of officious deed he is too miserable to do anything anything else He doesn’t ev acquaintances, lr neeze and hack and blow; and shiver with and won- but weep and the little chills that creep up and down his back; o attacked by Fate. some time or another, has the same experience, and especially because everybody how it all came about, this article is written. It may be of some use to inquire how a cold happens, what it is, and what may be done to avoid it. But of course there is no hope, implied or expressed, that after this article is pub- lished people will stop having colds. That would be impos- der why he has been Because everybody, wonders sible. If by followir g the precepts here set down one cold ‘an be made to grow where two grew before, the article's mission will have been fulfilled. The Different Uses of the Nose ALEN, whose writings were an authority on medicine for many centuries, said that coryza, or the nasal fluid that always accompanies a cold in the head, was a secretion from the brain. This unique theory was exploded long ago. Sut the fact is that until a comparatively short time ago, when certain microérganisms that frequent the nose were discovered, very little was known of the causes of the common cold. Not that bacteria are the only cause. There are other causes, as we shall see, and over some of these we have control. Which, as has been intimated, is the reason for this article. The nose has three essential functions, which are in brief: Olfactory, respiratory and vocal. It is used to smell with, to breathe through, and, with certain accessory chambers, as a sounding box in - speaking or singing y ¢ To begin with the function which is of 4 by A least importance to our present purpose, y if it were not for the nose and the acces- sory chambers the human voice would be lifeless, dull, without overtones, those vi- brant qualities so pleasing to the listening ear—that is, When one has a cold or, rather, when a cold has one, the mucous membrane which lines the nose and the accessory sinuses, as they are called, becomes swollen and the overtones cease. The sound waves, shut off from the sounding boxes, have their exit through the mouth only. Then one talks through his nose, which is ex- what he One talks without the help of his A cold, then, changes the quality of the voice. If that were all one could stand it. But another function of the nose is more essential to enjoyment of life. The nose contains the terminal filaments of the olfactory nerve, the All odors, good or bad, are detected there. in some voices. actly oes not do. nose, nerve of smell. This nerve enables us to discriminate not only between that which is pleasing and that which is unpleasant, but it guards us against dangers lurking in the air. What concerns us most at present is that the sense of smell has a great deal to do with taste. All sevors are The nerve of taste, distributed base of the tongue, enables us to distinguish sweet from sour or bitter, but all the finer shades of flavor are dependent upon smell. When the mucous membrane lining the nose is swollen the olfactory filaments are pinched and deadened. Then if we shut our eyes we cannot tell soup from soap, which is a great loss and adds tremendously to the discomfort But the most important function of the nose is that of respiration. Man was not intended to breathe through h mouth. The nose is the front door of the lungs. And the air stream does not pursue a straight course, but wind deviously through passages, over projecting shelves, and when it reaches the lungs it has changed considerably. To begin with, atmospheric air is usually too dry. It must be moistened in its passage. Whatever the humidi of the respired air the nose either adds to or subtracts fre it moisture, so as to make it right for the lung The mucous membrane of the nose supplies to inspired air about a quart of water a day. And the temperature must be raised In its pas perature must be raised approximately to that of the blood. Also the air must be filtered, freed from irritating parti cles of dust and from germ Very little dirt gets into the lungs of a nose breather; and almost no germs. At the openings, the nostrils, there ar« particle of dirt. has an outer coat of what is called ciliated epithelium, whose minute cilia wave constantly toward the front door, eatching the minutest foreign matter in the air stream and waving it gently but insistently back toward the door through which it entered itself has what is called an inhibitory action upon inimical germs, rendering them harmless. And so, though innu- merable germs get into the nose they do not get very far. They crowd in great numbers in the vestibule. And those that push onward any distance are re- ‘ turned, harmless, 7 to the port of entry. This is why the perceived through the nose over the Cold air is injuri ous to the lungs. ie through the nose the tem hairs to catch the grosser And farther within the mucous membrane Then the mucous membrane G COLD By Stanley M. Rimelhhart, Ml. ID. wictssopetorn ton wan gallor of air pa through it should pa through it-—in twenty-four hour And has been estimated that at least fourteen thousand or front door during an hour’s quiet re } 1one takes cold congestion 1 the fir is, the smallest blood vessels, the capillaries [here is an unn: About this time the sneeze, bec ause the nerves ol s membrane, become dilated and a feeling of heat tion are beir Z Squeezed Sneezing is an involuntary expulsive effort, just like cough ing, intended to free the air passages of a foreign substances But when the nerves of sensation are pinched they cannot tell the difference The same lac of the eye, flooding for the purpose of washing out irritating matter nn of discrimination is shown by the nerves Weeping, except from emotion, is merely a And yet when the mucous membrane lit the lids is congested we « ry \ well as the nose, the ng the eveball or i cold so often affects the eyes a ufferer will soon begin to weep as well as to blow. Usually the dry the capillary walls exude the serum, or Phrough watery part of the stage does not last very lor g blood, and white corpuscles, or lymphocyte r di charge is often acrid and irritating, reddening the nostril rT vell as the upper lip But why enter into harrowing details? Everyone who reads th vill become reminiscent and supply the sensations to suit himself Some Useless Don'ts TNHE nasal passages being naturally narrow and cor fined —more so in ome people than in other the swo len membranes more or less occlude them if the congestior is great. And this occlusion is completed by the secretior which become thicker as the cold riper The victim by this time has lost his sense of taste, because he has lost his power to And he probably headache, because chambers or sinuses in hi are connected with the nose smell. there are two acct ory forehead whict The lining of nose breather has | A g a these chambers is likely to become much so much better , ‘ . thickened and to pre one surface upor chance, so much er ae vA = the other, causing great discomfort greater expectancy ai . Also the process may extend in other dire« of life and happi fg tior It may affect the middle ears through the , than the mouth breather, One can realize the tremendous tas ness One May Expose of Weather — Dry, Rainy, Freez: \ Himsetf to All Kinds ing, Hot —Without Catching Cold with the l:ustachian tubes, which connect them throat. Or it may go down into the larynx and bronchial tubes. In his direction there is no limit until it reaches the air cells of the lungs But this hypothetical cold affects, we'll say, only the hypothetical eyes and nose Just an cold, without Gradually, extraordinar if let alone that is, if done to aggravate it--the symptom ordinary te nade ncles nothing is will subside, the nose resume business, and the temper diminish in violence tefore inquiring into the causes of colds and what may be done to prevent them it might be well to start right by puncturing a few popular delusion concerning causes, ‘Be eareful not to get wet!"’ How often that } | said by solicitou ouds and rain and s beer wives and mothers. ¢ fog have little to do with it; or those who live among the clouds, in mountain observatoric would not be almost entirely free from cold “Don’t get chilled!"’ One could nearly freeze to death a hundred times and not get a cold. Aret explorers never do ntil they i come home Exposure to sudden changes of weather has no effect itself. Those who live outdoors and are subject to rapid changes of temperature and humidity almost never catct cold, Patients in tuberculo initaria rare | But damp house predispose to cold ‘Getting overheated opens the pore Don't go out doors with your pores open!’ If one pores were not open—wide open--one would not ons The more they are clogged the more likely one to take cold, and other things The truth is that heat, moist ord auses hyperwmia hat is, more blood in the capillaries of the surface of the body. This causes the sweat glands to work ext: time, and the consequent eat pour out of the pore From perspiration—the invisible, intangible breathing through of the moisture — it becomes fluid, or sweat A sudden c} i] prolonged, w drive the blood inwart Continued on Page 181

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") it 1 meet f Pilgrim re endant ‘ lu ‘ ‘ ind he ‘ eusil ‘ dimmed, e the e girl ore he hippe mua’ ive M aint he ‘ He 1 ‘ ited eake of the ' ind } i " nh l ! lerable ‘ ” tal ra " I ‘ 1 hin rie i t bit more t ear | eect HI } i i? | lene i | i ( it a beckon rime ige from THE SATURDAY EVENING POST December 6, 1919 By HOLWORTAY MALL TORS ILLUSTRATED Br JAMES mM. PRESTON ‘*Yes,”’ said Mr. Hawksford, still smiling. “I want to get out of doors and smoke a cigarette and talk to you. I think you owe it to me.” ‘I suppose 1 do,’’ she said wearily. Mr. Hawks- ford was holding the side door open for her. After an instant’s hesitation she burned her bridges and stepped out on the veranda. The gifted pedagogue followed, inhaled mightily of the fresh air and pro- duced his ciga- rette case. ‘You can guess why | wanted to talk to you, can't you?” Barbara, going down tothelawn, had no concep tion of her own attractiveness. She was a dark little girl, black- haired, black- the garden out ide and the freshly cut lawn ind the moonlight. In the semicircle with Barbara there ere seven members of the local association: in front of em, as a sort of misplaced keystone to the arch, was the d table of her great-wreat-grandfather; and behind were seated Barbara's father and Mr. Hawksford. By itmost half a century Barbara was the youngest Pilgrim De cendant in the room, but she wasn’t gloating over the lier father had risen and was beaming at his congrega tion. Barbara ith a despairing glance at Mr. Hawksford, prepared to shut her ears for another hour, Corporeally he had to be present, but she told herself with grim satis faction there was nothing her father could do to prevent er mind from stalking straight out of the room into the wht and into a Nirvana of her own imagining. Subcon rT oweve he ca ht a phrase or two of the benign oduetion Her father’s vocabular was excellent Ile erred to M Hawksford as a gifted pedagogue, a cor iweating legal intellivence and a deft interpreter of ab- we Colonial ) ur The seven associates rustled th expectatior Mr. Hawksford continued to look his ind Barbara continued to loathe him for venturing Hlis own voice when he began was astonishingly pleas- ant, but she thought no more humanely of him on that account, nor did she condescend to listen to his discourse. rurning neither to the right, where sat an aged lady with i ear trumpet, nor to the left, where sat a decrepit gentle- man with two cane he concentrated on a portrait of her yreat-great-aunt— t one who was said to have been kissed by Lafayette ind dreamed her dreams with abando ain were dream o youthful and so spirited that they carried her both in point of altitude and point of t md the plane of Mr. Hawksford’s ne far be learned peech She forgot the heavy, moist, sweet atmosphere; he forgot the dead! trot of the earlier business session; he forgot that presently he hould have to act as hostess to this antiquated gatheri ind pour countless glasses of lemonade for those wt vi d still be arguing about their forbears when they went home rime ceased to be a standard for her he was adrif \ll at once she came to herself with a start. For three uarters of an hour she had been immune to the battering f the speaker's voice against her consciousne he hadn't even known when he stopped. But now her father was haking hands with Mr. Hawksford and all about her there was a hum of appreciation. Barbara, brought too abruptly back from her revery, struggled for a mental foothold on She Had to be Present, But She Totd Hersetf There Was Nothing Her Father Coutd Do to Prevent Her Mind From Statking Straight Out of the Room Into the Night and Into a Nirvana of Her Own Imagining the present. She was a little confused and baffled, as though from sudden wakening out of heavy sleep. Her father nodded significantly to her, but her sense of stew- ardship was numb. Automatically she stood up. In another moment Mr. Hawksford was smiling down at her and she was trying to appear intelligent. ““[T want to thank you,” he said, “for giving me such a charming picture to look at. Your expression itself was an inspiration, Miss Temple—and you're so unusual!y young to be interested in genealogy.” While he was saying this he was appreciably less plain, but oh, his tailoring and his haberdashery and his haircut! In her detachment of thought Barbara accidentally blurted out the truth. ‘Interested!” she said. “Interested in that stuff Hier voice was rather high and very clear, and the Reverend Doctor Temple was almost at Mr. Hawksford’s ‘ Ibow. ‘What, what, what?” said Doctor Temple rapidly. “What's all this? What were you talking about, Barbara?” At the sight of Barbara’s confusion and of her father’s horror Mr. Hawksford displayed some of the premonitory ymptoms of apoplexy and some of the generalship of a politician. He put his hand on the clergyman’s arm. ‘Miss Temple was confirming your statement that she’s an expert genealogist, doctor. We were agreeing on some of my~ah—my particular aversions in the matter of ah —in the matter of evidence.” said Doctor Temple, beaming upon her. “Quite so. Yes, Barbara has been well grounded — very well grounded, I’m glad you approve of her judgment.” Again he reminded her of her duty by a nod and by using her name with a rising inflectioa—‘“‘ Barbara?” | have to serve things,” she said uncertainly to Mr. Hawksford. The realization of her error was acute and evident, and Mr. Hawksford had plenty of humor and not a little curiosity. ‘Wait a second,” he said. They were on the threshold of the dining room and several of the members were already helping themselves. “‘Wait a second, Miss Temple. You and I have something to say to each other.” Conscience-stricken, she didn’t dare to look at him. “Well “Can't we go out on the veranda first? It’s too good a night to stay indoors.” “T really —I ought to be seeing to things. I “*Nonsense,”’ said Mr. Hawksford. *‘Look at ’em!”’ “I know, but— but don’t you want something?” oe “Quite so,” eyed, with the longest lashes in the world and the softest complex- ion, and she wore the color which best suited her and the material which most appeals to man. It was pink-flowered organdie, with a big sash and a big bow, and it was practi- cally irresistible. “There’s hardly anything I can say, is there? And the way you saved the situation when father heard me! I’m mortified enough to—to ery.” “But you don’t need to be. Only, I’m curious. You see, most listeners aren't so frank as you are. And it was rather startling to have you speak your mind like that when your father had just been telling me how passionately devoted you are to genealogical research.” “Sometimes,” she said, “I don’t know how I can stand it. Oh, it makes me perfectly sick to have to sit there and listen to all that — that ai “Stuff?”’ he suggested. “Yes, stuff!’ [In an instant her mood altered and she was penitent. “‘Oh, Mr. Hawksford, I don’t know what makes me talk like this! It’s father’s one pleasure. I’m glad I can help him. I'll go for weeks without kicking over even once. But to-night—won't you please forget every- thing I’ve said? Please? I didn’t mean to insult you honestly. I’m so ashamed of myself.” “*T’ll tell you a secret,” he said. ‘I didn’t want to come either.” Barbara gasped. ‘ You didn’t?” Mr. Hawksford laughed. ““When I saw you sitting there —well, you really were an inspiration, but I kept wondering and wondering how anybody as nice and normal as you looked could stir up any interest in that sort of thing. So you did startle me afterward and I’m glad you cid. I’ve always felt that in most cases genealogy’s the last refuge of a failure. Your father’s a notable exception. But in the long run it’s for people who’ve never done anything themselves to be modest about. And I couldn’t help thinking how extraor- dinary it was that on a dance night at the Lake Club “Oh, don’t!” she said with a quick little intake of her breath. Mr. Hawksford took advantage of the moonlight to sur- vey her. They had arrived at a rustic bench in an angle formed by two huge bushes of bridal wreath and she had sunk down upon it absently. “You're making me feel,” he said, ‘“‘as though I’m partly responsible for your losing a good time.” She turned to face him. ““Why did you come, then, if you didn’t want to?” Mr. Hawksford blew out a tenuous cloud of smoke. ee

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ear = ‘ { fq ; ul ; THE SATURDAY EVENING POST “‘A man with any sense,” he said seriously, ‘‘has got to figure that any special knowledge he may have is a sort of trust fund for the community. “I happened to know some things that the association thought it wanted to know. They asked me to come here and speak and I’d have felt like a measly snob if I’d said no, and it wouldn’t have made the slightest difference who the people were or what they wanted the information for. I had it and they asked for it and I thought it was my job to come and give it to them. But that isn’t to that I shouldn’t have had more personal pleasure ymewhere else.” “Yet you’re willing to accept an invitation and laugh at it afterward!” she flashed. Her tone was belligerent, but Mr. Hawksford seemed to know the reason for it and the advisability of discount. “T haven’t laughed at all—I couldn’t. Tell me, aren’t you sincerely proud of being a Pilgrim Descendant?” “*T used to be. That was before father got proud enough to do for the whole family.”’ This time her intonation was tinged with bitterness. ‘‘I belong to the association, but I belong to a lot of things I hadn’t any choice in. And I’m tired and sick of it and I don’t care who knows it—no, I don’t mean that either. I wish you’d go away and let me alone.” Mr. Hawksford glanced at his watch. “It’s only ten minutes of ten,” he said irrelevantly. There was a prolonged hiatus. Barbarastared up at him. contrast was annoying. gray-haired antiquarians, and the He had gathered from all that she had said and from of the things her father had said that ordinarily she was expected to find her sole diversion in the library. to look at he was touched that her father had granted the permission Merely her was to know that she couldn’t do it. A so readily—not because the doctor ¢ omprehende d wi Barbara should want any additional revelry to-night, but ) her to sit at the feet of the . because it was a chance for distinguished preceptor and jurist. Mr. Hawksford the pathos of the situation just as much for the doctor a he did for the daughter He was flattered that she prese ntly sacrificed a dance in order to sit with him, but her altered manner was bewil dering. During the process of what he had been taught to rd had learned a ¢ call his education Mr. Hawksf« reat deal about and reactions, p he had learned nothing about the one great negative com bination of all these things—woman. He had seen Barbara straighten her father’s tie before the meeting and seen that she looked almost maternal. Throughout his speech she had successfully imitated an angel in deep thought. After that she had acted like a spoiled child, and now she was as well poised as any débutante. He was bewildered, but he liked the variety. “T wish you wouldn’t waste time with me,” he protested. “T want you to enjoy yourself in your own way.” action ychology and facts, b some ‘*Whatever do you mean?” Mr. Hawksford threw away his cigarette and mo- tioned toward the road. **T’ve got a little tin car over there. The orchestra doesn’t go home until twelve.” ‘‘Why, Mr. Hawks- ford!” His manner was both deferential and encourag- ing. “‘T told you I feel partly responsible. You’ve hada rotten evening, I know. Well, I think maybe we'd better run out to the lake before it’s too late. Don’t you? It might cheer both of us up.” Barbara was electrified. **Go out there now?” ‘Certainly! I don’t dance myself, but I can deliver you to your friends in fifteen minutes and then you can get the taste of Pilgrims out of your mouth. Personally I just sit under the trees and smoke and look on. I do it rather often. Are you coming?” “IT wish I could.”’ ““Well, why can’t you?” He caught the meaning of her glance and promptly rose. “‘You wait a bit,” said Mr. Hawksford. “Ii your father meant as much as half of what he said about me in his introduc- tion I ought to have some influence with him, and | see a couple of Pilgrims going home now anyway.” According to his cove- nant and as a result of his eloquence Mr. Hawksford was able within half an hour to deliver Barbara to , her friends and especially to a young male symphony in dark blue and white. Then he found a comfort- able chair overlooking the lake and made himself un- -omfortableinit. Through the French windows of the clubhouse he caught an oc- casional glimpse of Bar- bara, and he told himself that the expression on her face was worth a great deal of any man’s effort. Si- multaneously he was able to build up a reminiscence of Barbara surrounded by “I've Got a Little Tin Car Over There. She gave him a glance hict a ot teasing a demure “I’m going to let you take me home after two mors dance he id, and he had to translate the answer wit! ta ince Fe girl i betrayed any pleasure ciety, a he w ondering if t one ild a y do it f ere rely fu iteful, For the rema le f e eve yt felt a little le ea he chaper it ! i é 1 »>towr he i n't 1ea}r fl lie! t ‘ 4 4 e said good night ve ‘ 1 Mr. Hawk looked a nougn he were y to remembe he id f ‘ “7 1O hope . li ome to see u 0) t i ‘IT sure tid Mr. Hawksford ‘ ‘And you're the the tactfule man and the thoug fule I ever met in my life. I can’t even be } you. Only you must understand—don’t you? ‘I think I do,” said Mr. Hawksford, and added aft a pause: “I think I did.” She was still standing in the doorway as Mr. Hawksford went down the path. She was still standing there with the radiance of the hall light upon her as he climbed into | car. He looked up and waved his hand adventurously and Barbara waved hers. She was exquisitely lovely ane exquisitely young and Mr. Hawksford’s heart contract to think of the deficiencies in his education. If a mar really as old as he feel ,M Ilawksford starting the € Va pp ximatels et But she ved he | once more nd the grace of the gesture t a two-thirds of his sé ni | sent him ‘ ! I " dand at T ! ag t | Reverend Docto Temple ho had I been likened to one of } isomest it iduals in the Frieze of e Pr ‘ nodded his head affirmation, ‘Yes,”” he ‘T am 80 for} elf. I’m fo ma ho’ 4 ] me ‘ ! ‘ made me pastoremer I int J} i! ! And I’ve ed It pat he i ri ‘ It's B ] ‘ d iY ea t Mr. Ha ford ! I ¢ rhe | mar ! j faint W ( mt , t} the Pilgr ere twelve gene al t t the tot I! ‘ stor T t ‘ ‘ ire ‘ ¢ ht th nundred ar d ! t and 1 bo i merely a family tree but a ‘ tion of real biog of those ancestor ye lid take me a good m years. And no. I’ I feel cut adrift. Bar baraand I have been v ing on it together for ‘ years. Be re t! ! lected dat for « ht nine.’ ‘AY ] the ’ 7 el 1 i! to t up There nothing that interests me iid D Temple we Phat wl I’ » distressed oO apprehensive rhe nothing that seer t terest me It’ he rt of work I like.” Mr. Hawksford wa puzzled ““T shouldn’t think you’ be restle I should thin ou’d want a rest. Isn't it The Orchestra Doesn't Go Home Until Twetve" Continued on Page 102

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22 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST December 6, 1919 erbetta and the Black Alrts cate By THOMAS BEER et rhe mio ra be nd t ILLUSTRATED BY CLARK FAY i] e Le ‘ yunding ) ' hy ‘ “ ) numa f He ! [ } el R ht ti r » the l ep fa lore ur t a i boher i! yan accused he had ed the springboard for Eddie’ ‘ juence, and we listened, wriggling es in the th ver, deeply ad, tr Ro who was near xter nd it his duty to Ty 4) ‘ limes they'd fix up a wax doll like the fel low they wanted to kill, see? Then they'd stich pir n it and wherever they stuck a pin he'd get k.” “This Seems to be a Queer ‘Get out!’ Bill yawned in his capacity of scoffer, They did, though! I mean,” said Eddie, “they did do I don’t mean the fellow’d get wanted to call up the devil they made a kind of a star busine on the floor, with magic letters it the points, an’ stood inside of it, and then he’d have to mee (ini us long as they stood inside of the star he ‘ | yet at ern | thought th in attractive pastime My father was th Presbyterian pastor and I had a natural curiosity sbout damnation What'd he look like I asked Well, sometimes he looked like a regular devil with } rr i 1 thir ometime he looked like u black “paler: ool ; Id belie ' devil tid Ethan Ross. I used a ence In Zerbetta, Ohio, ana e year | », Une levil wa in good standing. I i opinion, | eve ul it veight We fell into I tell i tl und “*T te nui there isn’t” re vinded under the t e chestnut My grandman 1, she iw him,” Karl Gruber a ted n Germa ip t mountain near where she was | Phat iwful mountain! Ali the witehe here once a year for a party Ilexen Sabbat, they ‘ I think all that stuff about hell is rubbidge,” Ethan protested ‘A fellow just couldn't be so bad they'd stick i fiery furnace an’ stew the iz urd out’n him f'rever in ever An’ | don’t believe there i iny devil I'd like 1 ‘ i just of ! >} ook out!” cried Peter Vanois and, I think, crossed himself Eddie tactfully brought back to wizards and their habit ind resumed his lecture Chere was an Italian made a mirror for one of those French queens, so she could see what people she wasn’t friendly with were doing whenever she looked in it.” i'd like to have that,” Ethan murmured. “I could see what Colly Sims is doing. I s’pose, if we'd been livin’ back then I'd of made a wax doll that looked like Colly an’ pins in it, huh?” You'd of bought one off a witeh,”” Eddie told him Ihe front door of the jail clanged and we watched old Martin O'Shea, the jailer, settle his chair on the grass for a t lay nay Eddie pulled some blades from his shoe Lace 1d got up Getting near dinner time,” he mentioned, blinking about the hot, silent square, which was the heart of the flat, tranquil town and of the rich farming county beyond it We all rose, instant attracted by the thought of food, and loitered acro he grass to the low iron rail separating the courthouse yard from the square; and I noticed ab- ently a boy in our customary summer uniform—loose hirt, faded overall tting on this barrier, with just the This was a i strange lad in Zerbetta was rare, but I was scuffling with Bill Ross and gave the creature no heed, We all stumbled over t! iil and had drifted into the un- paved, baking square whe Ethan spoke: ‘What's that fellow doin’ We turned to stare, and the red-haired boy, one knee wung on the other, wa , mental annotation that | 1 not know him matter of mark, a there, on the fence?” ertainly doing something odd, though his brown hands obscured it. To me it seemed that lap, but the he was petting some small white anim Kind of Boy, Joe, and if I Were You I Wouldn't Have Anything to Do With Him" thing did not move, for presently he took his hands away to light a cigarette. In 1885 we saw cigarettes only as the attribute of villains when the opera house enshrined a tour- ing company. Clearly, I perceived, this was a reckless character. ‘Let's go see,” said Ethan, and sauntered back. We followed, curious and excited, like a crowd of pup- pies that behold a new dog in the street. The leaders of scent society marched to inspect an invader. ‘That's awful red hair,”” Peter observed. It was, and at fourteen I had sense enough to kn w that its fiery texture was wonderfully lovely. The stranger looked up, smiling amiably, and nodded as our blocked shadow touched his bare feet. Who's got a knife?”’ he demanded in a queerly charm- ing voice, rather husky and drawling, shifting his plaything on his lap. Ethan fumbled in his breeches and produced a jack- knife, which the stranger opened. He dug at one end of the object, humming gently what was—I know now—the Il Bacio waltz. His pendent foot swung in time to the music and he swayed his gay head a little. “There!” he said at last, and held up a tiny figure for our gaze. It was—rudely realized —a human being, and not unlike life. Its arms and legs were outspread, the face was dented to suggest features, and the head scratched to resemble adk hair “Golly,” Ethan said, “that’s dandy!” “Tl buy it off you.” “What's it made of?” Eddie inquired. ‘Candle grease,”’ the artist smiled. Ethan shuffled eagerly, his gray eyes gleaming. “*T’ll give you a quarter for it.” ‘A dollar,” the creator stated. Bill laughed. We all grinned. In 1885 a dollar was still a noble coin, and it really startled me when Ethan began fumbling in his pockets again. Mr. Ross was the most prosperous farmer in the county and he treated his nine sons with what was held to be a doting generosity, but a dollar for this toy was nonsense. We looked at Ethan just as did Cleopa- tra’s guests when she dissolved the pearl. “Oh, come off, Bud!" Bill snorted. **Give him a dime.” The red-haired boy chuckled and two threads of smoke trickled up from his nostrils across his black, amused eyes. He was, I thought, very handsome — both of face and body. His point ed chin and wide scarlet mouth were faintly girl- ish, but his chest and legs im- pressed me favorably. Ethan I ossed a Then he giggled. “But You Can Bet I'm Goin’ to Close Both His Eyes for Him Next Time I Catch Him, That's Alt" silver dollar into his lap and took the doll. The money slipped, but the stranger caught it neatly be- tween his feet and flipped it up so that it fell inside the V of his blue shirt. On Bill’s request he did it again, and also made smoke ooze from his nostrils singly. We were much entertained and only the clock striking twelve recalled us to our stomachs. *“*What’s your name?” Eddie demanded. “Baron,” said the red-haired boy, spinning the dollar on histhumb. ‘“‘ Well, who'd like a whisky smash? You can get ’em good over at Zogbaum’s in Clarke Street. I’ll treat.” Bill and Eddie, as seniors, muttered our regrets and we filed off, all, think, rather frightened. Peter and Karl drank wine with their families, but in Zerbetta whisky was the vice of ma- tured rakes. **That’s a queer cuss,”’ Bill mused in atone of someenvy. ‘‘ Wonder where he lives?” “Works in the freight yard prob- ably,” said Eddie. ‘‘ He's awful good lookin’, isn’t he?”’ “*T don’t think so,”” Peter broke out with amazing violence. ‘I don’t think so atall. I think he’s nasty. Whatin the world did you give him a dollar for that thing for, Eth? You don’t want it. Well, so long.” Peter trotted off toward his father’s bakery and left us puzzled in midsquare. I glanced back, but the Baron boy had disappeared quickly down some alley. We walked into Poplar Street, leaving Karl at the Gru- ber jewelry on the corner, where Prince Bismarck frowned in the show window, and Eddie turned into Judge Lowe’s front garden, which was considered unworthy of so learned a person, as it held no cast-iron beasts. Ethan fondled the little image, chuckling to himself. He was a fanciful and dreamy lad, an expert liar when necessary, and stubborn as rock. Also he was my dear intimate and my banker as well, so I felt obliged to rebuke this astonishing outlay, with a circus on the fences. “*T was silly to give him a dollar, Bud,” Bill agreed, “and the baby’ll bust it, sure as snakes!’’ “*T ain’t goin’ to give it to the baby,”’ Ethan informed us We strolled by the Sims’ high pickets and Colly Sims whistled at us from the geranium plot he was weeding. Colly was a big, objectionable whelp and something of a bully. Bill had thrashed him once or twice for annoying Ethan, but now he sniffed, secure in the presence of his mother on the veranda. **Hello, sister!’’ he said. “‘Got a new dol “You come up round the corner,”’ Bill invited him gently, > ag ” “and I'll knock your front teeth loose—hear? Colly let this civil offer pass and we crossed the road- way, Ethan chewing his lip. He was very pretty, and it took quantities of mild crime to offset this defect. “T hate that son-of-a-gun,”’ he snarled. “I never did a thing to him. What’s he always pick on me for, huh?” “Oh, you let him be, Bud!” Bill said. ‘‘ He’s twice your size. I'll look after him.” “*T’ll do some lookin’ too,”” Ethan muttered. The Rosses were coming to dinner—it was dinner in 1885—and roving into my front garden just as the bell rang we scrambled up to my room fora hasty wash. I politely waited while my guests combed their black hair, examining Ethan’s pur- chase. Though he was my par- ticular friend his idiocy rankled. « The doll was not worth a dollar. It had no hu- morous attrac- tions. It even seemed to re- semble Colly Sims in its fa- cial vacuity. ‘*Funny, ain’t it,” Bill said, toweling his sunburned neck, “how Eddie knows all those crazy things?” My mother was very fond of Ethan and talked to him during the meal, but he was distracted and ate only two helpings of strawberry short- cake; and this drowsiness endured all through - —— = ————ee

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a ass the exhibition of the revolver lately left me by a military uncle who had visited us, changing posts. I kept it ina box nailed to the stall of our venerable horse, Ahab. Our little barn, fronting on Poplar Street, was reception room. But Ethan sat » on the seat of the empty buggy, glaring across the road at yard. my nursing a bare at the Sims’ he don’t like strangers,”’ I fellow? “Oh, him “* was barkin’ Ip hat 2 said mother. “I Joe, your father’s gone over to the Sims’. taken very badly with “Glad of it!” I] } 1’ d of napped, some THE SATURDAY EVENING vay POST answered, gathering at that fellow.”’ didn’t anvone Colly’s been tomach trouble mdering if mother’s eye: were failing, though the red-haired boy was gone and Gruber’ stare: A few silver car 23 show window was elaborately smashed and 1 at it with the reverence due so complete ruir angles of jagyed gla remained, but the solemn lelabra and the trays of per were covered eet. One of our four policemen, lounying ip, bade me be gone “Oh, it’s you!” he said, recognizing me Well, what “Oh, quit fussin’ about Colly!” Bill ordered. “It’s notl howed below the gas lamp save a purple dance of | got into your friend Karl, cuttin’ up this way?” time to go home, anyway.” gnat “What way?” Ethan roused from his trance, threw a cushion at Bill, “Oh, Joe, you mustn’t say that! It’s ve ry serious. They **Gett drunk and bustin’ up hi pa’s window. Prett missed him and insisted on my coming out tosupper atthe have Doctor Lynch and Doctor Blumenthal and there goin’s on! Ross farm. I took my fox-terrier pup along for company comes your father now. I } ope he’s not worse!” I went home rather d Karl was the mildest lamb of on the road back. I was1 iturally sociable and a two-mile Father hurried over from the Sims’ yard and shouted the male sort Zerbetta and an outbreak on his part tramp in solitude was unthinkable. But I started home from the gateway, asking if I had come home. As ] ran appeared purely miraculou But, passing the Sims’ gate early as Ethan reén- 1 heard a woma tered his state of weepir 1 lo gloom directly afte } en note that supper, and the clocl made 1 he r were striking nm t I remer we roamed into Pop bere t ( i lar Street agair en ‘ i! ly Frisky panting at n ehud thing heels and the silence worl easily on the perfect under the rits of fourteer maples so that the and I wa chime of the Lutheran bells came very clearly to through the leaves. In 1885 we had few gas lamps, but there at the manse gateway, per- haps to light troubled lazy me was one set feet to my father’s door. I came wearily toward its gnat- clouded glimmer, wondering if asponge bath in the woodshed be would more re- freshing than the dig- nity of aconventional immersion in the bathroom, when k risky began to whine uncomfort- ably. ‘*What’s the mat- ter with you? ” Tsaid, and stooped to pat him, then went into a stench of ciga- rettes. The red- haired boy was lean- ing against the lamp- post, smoking, and I halted, a little sur- prised, “Hello!” serenely. ‘I didn’t see you,” I stuttered. ‘“‘T just came along. Looky here, Joe, the railroaders are havin’ a dance down at the old roundhouse. Lots of fun. Why don’t you along down with me?” Now the aban- doned roundhouse by the freight roughly floored in, on he said come yard, was a public dance hall, and not in very good odor among parents. It was haunted by hired girls and the less re pe ft. Id enough for some general timent ] slept badly en- know I und woke the cer- harassed with tainty of excited voices in Pop- once lar Street In the morning there wa i contirmation of more trouble Father had fini ed breakfast before I ge low! ind mothe eye 8 | it the ho pital ql Joe, sor ‘ thir dreadful hay pened last night!" cheering up ot ne “Wi eat your { ir cold there Wi a dance at the oid round! e and a quarrel tarted about there and two men and one of Mr Bob, g to dis were shot them poor old ( rter or and he + Po I’m I rose in my chi and subsided, nm calp t giit Mother was « ing a the camit ugar lump at moment and n emotior vere l nored She went or red her perb, but in the side able farm hands, and if older lads went there they did so carefull) “It's All Unaccountable. But I flattered beyond speech by the invitation, which implied that I was a daring blade and the stranger’s peer. I hunted an adequate excuse for not going and cuffed Frisky to quiet him. He was cavorting about us, barking quite majestically for a small dog and making little dashes at the red-haired boy’s legs. “Shut up, Frisky,”’ I commanded “Why don’t you come along down a wh haired boy urged, laying a ha ** Joe!” “Well, don’t wa * the red- nd on my ar called my mother from the porch I couldn’t,”’ yhow. I went up the walk and the porch steps. Frisky stopped barking and panted again. ““What on earth is the I said over Frisky’s wrath. ‘“‘I—I aance, al Good night matter with the dog, Joe?” down ne pres hand. ed a sheet of paper and ad They Were Going Qut the Door and This Idiot Be tun right down to the telegraph offic off, son. It’s very important, so rush. ‘1 doctor from Columbus,” I ran, full of importance and pleasant! all caring whether Colly lived or died mixed in these momentous affairs. The si vacant. There were sounds of lukewarm r of the lit saloons and several dogs chased |] ing stopped my flight to the telegraph of} hop, and the clerk whistled ove r the m ‘‘He must be pretty sick. cents back. Say, take a look at Grube want to see sx ( "wan Shooting He Can't Remember board mirror I could Why Now" perceive that 1 frex ‘ ] finished breakfast and trott ! ( eemed ! ol a prominent; down to the square for more talk of the tragie oceurrs Knots of a e gossip showed along the hitching rails and before the grocer’s I met Karl Gruber, a ver pale and bedraggled repentant, who winced when I touched hi yulder ‘Don’ you do that!” he hi ed “T can’t sit dov ‘ lean up "gainst nothin’ or go to the circus next we er! You ain't got any idea how trong pop is, Joe He’ ful Seman We sequestered ourselves be d a vinegar barrel l Karl, aln tearful, struggled through a narr B } ad heer itting inno tid me e¢ ) ‘ té er pper the ed-hatred hoy} domed hin Cortinued on Page 174

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4 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Cc WA me of those da when Mr. Tutt was feel- ng very old, They came oftener now than they loneling rove bravely but tually to thrust aside It was i very well when there were mportant or diffe ilt cases to when excited chents, one after another, compelled his attention with complicated matter © that he had no to think of himself; or old war horse at he iff the “lor of battle and hurl him- elf into the conflict of the time when, like the was, he could s1 ourt room; but when the jury terms were over, and the { t, hazy, golden days of mid- immer sent all the lients - irrying out of town to the if greens, tothe tennis courts to the beaches, and there a nothing to do in the office ept to prepare cases for il that might and probably ild never be tried, or to study the wretchedly printed advance heets of the legal reports of the last opinions of the upreme Court then i deed Mr Putt except in the evenings, when he buried him- elf in his library found very little to give him happine To day he had been feeling | ind for- particularly miserable gotten, Tutt was off at Nan- tucket with his wife upon his ication, though due to return upon the morrow; Scraggs was sojourning at a sanitarium upon one of his periodical cures— paid for by Mr. Tutt out of his privy purse; and as Miss Sondheim had not appeared at the office at all that day there had been no- body left to keep him company but William and Miss Wiggin, who made it her practice never to be away when Mr. Tutt was there. Mr. Tutt laid down the statement of facts he had been reading in Packinham vs. Packinham, looked at the clock ed the bell. It was half past five—a half hour ifter closing time ‘You need not remain any longer, William,” he And please tell Miss Wi Good night!” Good night, Mr Putt,” ar William. thir and pre said, wered “Sure you don’t want any Nothing, thank you As Mr, Tutt uttered the nvoluntarily. The truth wa b e mendacious words he winced that he yearned for a great that never again would be his, so that at that his old heart would be torn asunder. knew of the existence of this inner u pected what emotions were harbored there, n Mr. Tutt was left all alone as he was to-night that he permitted himself the privilege of opening wtuary door and going it Though he had been ment in front of his face for an had not read a singh id interpo ed itself es fringed with dark lashes, a forehe ad, its brown hair done in the nany thing inna he felt No one but himself ne or ind it was only whe the sar holding a typewritte uur he word, for between him and the page a girl face, with teasing gray « face | a mischievous sucy pouting mouth, ar 1 low 1 mpl s bordered piquant by waves of dar fashion of forty years a a proud, self-willed little face in the soft lines of which lurked nevertheless all the tender- ness of a womat Now having told William to go and assured him that he wanted nothing the face still floated above the desk before him, Suddenly his grim shaven old lips quivered. ‘Florence!" he murmured in a whisper that was almost asob. “ Florence—darling!" Mr. Tutt stretched out his arms toward the vision, and then buried his face upon them while the tears that gathered in his eyes dropped one by one upon the blotter. Across the river the sun had hidden itself behind a great mass of leaden clouds bordered with molten gold. Through a thin spot in the arras of the sky a tiny beam worked its ANID MIR. TOU Case Number Eight: Im re Misellla ’ ° eee et “And You Can Invite Anybody You Want, My Dear! I'm Not the Jeatous Variety" way and springing a million miles across infinity rested upon the gray head with a soft caress. Mr. Tutt felt the touch of it and raised his head. “Florence!” he repeated. Then he rose slowly to his feet and looked quickly about him as if seeking for something. Miss Wiggin came quietly from the shadow of the doorway. “Did you call me?” she asked. Startled, he turned a drawn face toward her. “*No, my dear!” he answered. “I did not speak.”” Then he made an effort to pull himself together: ‘It’s been a pretty dull day. What do you say, shall we go somewhere o” and have dinner and then take in a roof garden? Mr. Tompkins the bookseller was just letting down the shutters of his secondhand stall as they went by. “Good evening, Mr. Tutt!” he called out genially. “I’ve got a fine first edition of Montaigne in to-day. Would you like to see it?” “No, thanks,” replied the lawyer. ‘I’m taking a lady out to dinner. If I buy anything it will have to be some- thing very cheap. We shall probably have Montaigne for dessert. What else have.you got?” “Those there are five cents,”’ answered Mr. Tompkins, indicating the shelf in front of Miss Wiggin. ‘I don’t know what they are. I got ’em at a sale in quantity. I took fifty feet at ten cents a foot.” Mr. Tutt was already poking about among the antique leather bindings. Presently he pulled one out and opened it at the flyleaf. “‘T’ll take this one,”’ said he. “What on earth have you found?” exclaimed Miss Wiggin. “What do you want of such a dirty old thing?” It was a small leather volume, half falling to pieces, printed on heavy paper the edges of which were brown with age. “It will fit my present mood very well,” he smiled, and held it up for her inspection. ***Reflections Upon Death,’” she read. “‘By William Dodd, LL.D., Prebendary of Brecon, and Chaplain in Ordinary to His Majesty. The Fourth Edition, London. Printed for T, Carvan and F. Newberry at Number 65, in St. Paul's Church-yard. 1772.’ December 6, 19/9 By Arthur Train ILLUSTRATED BY ARTHUR WILLIAM BROWN “For heaven’s sake!” she laughed. “If you are going to take me out to dinner I hope you won’t need that!"’ And snatching it out of his hand she thrust it into his pocket and pulled him away. Mr. Tutt never did things by halves, and the prodigality with which he distributed unexpected bills of large denomi- nations from the pocket of his baggy trousers among ushers and head waiters inevitably as- sured him the attention which prior to the war was accorded only to Russian princes upon the jazz. After the best dinner Shia that a celebrated Broadway } artist could execute Miss Wig- gin found herself being bowed out of the restaurant and into a taxicab with all the ceremony usually attendant upon the de- parture of royalty, and not long after she as- cended to what seemed to her the height of ex- travagance and frivol- ity —a table in the front row of New York’s most riotous revue. After her first feeling of em- barrassment had worn {ff she began to enjoy everything very much, especially as Mr. Tutt ippeared to be hugely pleased. Flanked by two large tumblers con- taining a nonalcoholic amber fluid which Miss Wiggin found exceed- ingly refreshing, they sat and watched a gal- axy of genuinely pretty girls costumed to rep- resent the various drinks which the innocent tax- payer might imbibe after the first of July. There were Cider and Sarsaparilla, Orangeade and Birch Beer, Grape Juice and Horse’s Neck. “But I didn’t know there really was any such thing as Horse’s Neck!”’ whispered Miss Wiggin delightedly, her mind reverting to the celebrated Horse’s Neck-Lallipaloosa reorganization case. ‘‘I thought it was a joke!” “Tt is,” grunted Mr. Tutt from behind his stogy as he gazed at an invertebrate maiden who wiggled her shapely shoulders and declared loudly that so long as she could shimmy she was entirely satisfied. Then two solemn but convulsing idiots tried to play a game of pool with flexible cues and tennis balls, four con- vincing scrubwomen from Tipperary danced like native colleens, and a truly delightful young lady impersonated what she described as a Yiddisha Wampire, muttering impressively that oh, she was really terrible! Then after the cowboy humorist with dexterous ease and a running fire of up-to-date quips had lassoed and thrown Miss Wig- gin’s susceptible heart the curtain fell for the intermission and dancing from the floor began. It seemed to her as if she and Mr. Tutt were the only ones there who were not tripping along to the crash and hesitation of the jazz. The open space in front of the stage was crowded with dancers, many of whom, it must be con- fessed, would have been clad more appropriately for the bathing beach than the city—had it not been for the hu- midity. Even the waiters seemed to slide along in time to the chorus. There was an atmosphere of self-conscious refined restraint and decorum; of what Mr. Tutt called “‘demurity.” Miss Wiggin was rather surprised, for she had frequently heard such places described as Babylonian slave markets and halls of abandoned revelry. Indeed she did not see a single person who seemed the worse off for liquor, except possibly one cheerful gentleman who insisted on dancing with the Tipperary scrubladies—and she half suspected that he was part of the show. But here and there among the throng she glimpsed women the thin lines of whose lips looked hard as flint and in whose eyes shone the desire to forget. There were others, too, whose faces were not yet hard but whose hectic anxiety to enjoy themselves bespoke a willingness to pay any price for it. One girl especially, at a near-by table with a group of elderly jaded men, focused her attention. She was clad in a

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THE SATURDAY EVENING daring gown of scarlet matched by her cheeks. Her eyes were large, brown and luminous. With a touch of obvi- ous deviltry she had done her hair after the sedate old- fashioned manner of nearly half a century ago, and from the tiny ear lobes that peeped out below dangled long pendants of milky amethysts. She was a fascinating POST 25 leather armchair with the sagging seat that nearly touched the floor. In-doing so he sat st uncomfortably upon the book he had ZZ os purchased from Mr. Tompkins— the Refle« t ns I Death, by the Rev. William Dodd pon ejaculatio of annoyance he young creature, little more than a child. What was she v dragged it forth. What a funny old book it doing there? Who were her companions? What motive was! Not more than four inches by seven had induced her to don clothes that picked her out among ind utterly disreputable. To whom had it be the throng like an odalisque at an Oriental feast? No longed? He looked inside the cover Chere sooner was she surrendered by one partner was no name; only the place re the ow than she was claimed by another, but oc- had dwelt—Lebanon Spring Mr. Tutt casionally she seized a moment to snatch a niled, took out his glasses and wiped then puff from a cigarette or drain a glass of He loved dearly an old bo particula champagne, and her voice as it floated now that most of his old frier ere go! across the tables was harsh and excited. Then he rested the little volume on | ‘Poor child!” thought Miss Wiggin, her ind le t open where it w yuld } eyes fastened upon the girl as laughing she | ito be at Page 59. Mr. Tutt bega threw her arm round the neck of one of her read He had ye gi! i { for eve companions and dragged him from his seat. Vas ] ted like a { ! t “What can her mother be thinking of! i ade the words seer erent frot She’s hardly out of her teens! And with he expected those horrid-looking men! Yet there’s some- Misella ‘ © 4 f t y sweet al t her! ips she’s only $ md gril irame ] i eley d—not y bad! ind pleasit id 1we Then she observed that Mr. Tutt was also 1 ne intena ‘ atching the girl, with even more than his Mr. Tutt fe I " ‘ ehimt a ial intentness, and that his eyes were sad, it and settled ! \l Presently the girl whirled by, caught the old interested | Le ymuld ‘ M la. Pe awyer’s glance and said something to her haps she 1 drive the " f irtner. Again they passed, circled the foolish « ! Anda e read I e he fe floor and brought up at their table. An- if he 1 ed ma bef } int ther of the men rose, but the girl shool old i leed the ‘ Man eve her head, threw herself into a chair and rling 1 and round up 1 took a cigarette from one of several cases experle erepea ell ‘ i ‘ i ind tha iffered her. Then leaning toward the others ily there ! gy me ler the su he made some remark evidently regarding Mr. Tutt, for the group with one accord It was u it ¢ el e next i ooked across at him significantly. Miss “I Didn't Come Down Here to be Lectured. I Want a Divorce and \ tho OUNCE Lie int Whee t ee M Wiggin fancied that she heard the words I'm Willing to Pay for It!"* Tutt f Mr. Tutt was out, any! I ‘“‘old geezer,” who happened to be Suddenly with a reckless laugh the girl poured out a Then he raised his hat and turned west through Twenty- ‘Are you Mr. Tutt—the divorce lawyer?” he juired glass of wine, raised it toward Mr. Tutt, smiled and third Street. as William waved him act the threshold touched it to her lips. One or two of the men did the same. “Poor child!” he muttered, using Miss Wiggin’s exact Mr. Tutt ed at hin ough |} ww eyebr Mr. Tutt’s wizened cheeks flushed and a pained look came words. ‘Iam Mr. Tutt,” he replied wit! me seve! to his face as he turned his eyes hastily away. He let himself in with his latchkey, fastened the door by Lieutenant Wheelock { i f Miss Wiggin no longer felt any pity for the creature— means of the chain and locked it, hung his hat on the black position unea He was ol 1 that stage he hated he She could have gone over and pulled the wainut tree at the foot of the d climbed heay ip metamorpl ‘ amett ts from the wretched hu ’s ears at this to his library The momenta! ex aration caused by officer who has applied for « olence offered to her dear old preceptor. Her own’ giving Miss Wiggin a plea evening had led posi f his extre i cheeks burned as e tried to close her ears to the laughter felt a thousand years old agai: a million ye: Ke mode al t ii ( from the other table. Then the lights went down and the ancient of days! A strange almost uncanny convi ful and w | rtain shot up, disclosing a group of beautiful young possessed him that he had lived over and over again; “Er ‘ ‘ wome abbreviated garments, who with a great deal of that sometime—that very night perhap he would wrigg ‘Wher ‘ | | pediatric ge " informed everybody that they loved out of his old frock coat and baggy pantaloons as a mot} ng. “Will t raise the a sheds its chr and float iway into some other of He ind ted the I In the semid ‘ e felt a hand upon hers. existence. The spirit world seemed very near somehow Lieutenant Whee ! “Do you mind if we go now?” Mr. Tutt asked her. all about him, in fact. There had been something in t e f i package ett ‘I’ve some vork to do.” brow: eyes of the scarlet girl that No, he was crazy Continued on Page 161 l'ogether the rose and threaded their way among the to think of such a thing! tables to the door, descended in the elevator and walked in He looked about the library where Mr. Tutt bought her a ticket I’ve had a perfectly Really W ! rl | i So have another party With a Reckless Laugh the Girl Raised a Glass Toward Mr curiously the air about hand. threw and once he swe pt him with his Then he sighed and himself into his low Smited and Touched it to Her Lips Tutt,

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THE GIRL ON T vil youl R LINGARD xs | from the Tudd farm, his guilty back and ¥ parcel concealed by a hedge of hawthorn { the distant but penetrating ey¢ of this m te butterie girl and pre ‘ 1 se to the cottage Fron e oper low of one a patr of fier [s eve flamed and glared, disappeared ‘ ime iwain, roving from side to i 0 r ne i iyt lr’ pri oned yer were mo ya restless head to and fro. He slipped nearer and peered throug! pening but found himself too tar n one ide to see more than the end of the field glasses, which were stead ’ and eld higher, and no loubt ere focused on the girl But butter melts as time fli o he went off reluctantly acro field topping to quest nan wed labore who was weed- ng mangolds He learned that a Mr Williams had lived in that cottage of the two gleaming eye that she had a torderers, husband in the South Wale that she had some children for whom she ld not get cheese, and a dozen fowls for whicl he could not buy poultry food; and that he had sud- denly left the day before Ln the village treet he saw the gy psy-eyed woman the nose like a scimitar Mrs. Garbutt was drawing a pail of water from a stand-pipe for her cottage twenty yards away He carried it for her while she talked Her monthly al lotment from the owners of her hus- band's ship had stopped, she said, and she had not heard for three montl That looked a certainty for torpedoir g, but in peacetime Bill had once been away eleven months and never so much as a letter, let alone a farden. If he really was drownded three hundred pounds —that was the compensation for a widow. Only the judge wouldn't give no lump sum, never no lump sum, as one might do a bit of good for oneself wit! a shop or the like. Dribbles, ten pun praps at a time. The pore ‘ad no chancet. You wait till you’re sure Bill is drowned before you worry about com- pensation money,” said the practical Roger And that’s sense too, Mr. Hill,”’ said the sailor's wife or widow, as the case might be. ‘And it ain’t as if I wouldn't rather see Bill than compensa- tion any day ‘I'm sure of that,”’ said Roger, whose long service in the British Army had taught him that frank reference todeath and money by the British poor does not necessarily mean heartlessness or ava- rice. He asked about Mrs. Williams, up the hill, and learned that she had been paid a lot of money to move to her sister “Stelling way’’ by a man with beautiful hands; Mrs. Williams’ own words, Mrs. Garbutt explained; and she sniffed contemptuously as she repeated the unique identification of a newcomer. Roger went on, thinking that soft white hands suggested a secret-service man. Was this girl on the hilltop a spy, after all? Mysterious, alone, sur- rounded by evidences of squandered, newly acquired money, she had spy ) pped furtively THE SATURDAY EVENING POST down the ILLUSTRATED BY By Kenyon Gambier HENRY RALEIGH le MILL O with coarse gray hair which curled so tightly that it seemed kinky. She moved with a fierce, repressed energy and was the kind whom you expect always toexplode with a loud bang. a Sates From the Open Window a Pair of Fiery Eyes Fiamed and Gtared, Disappeared, so conspicuou sly labeled across her crocodile bag that she could not pos- sibly he a“ Spy 4 but her eager interest in the neighborhood, her indifference to everything else, her cold aloofness were against her. It was raw work, he suspicious because so crude. thought, and yet A spoiled, pampered girl might do dangerous things and pick up valuable knowl- edge if she was so badly spoilt that no one could take her seriously. Against that was her fine, natural manner. She was no bought adventuress was not new to such things. stoppe red bottles all her life If her things were all staring new she She had lived with gold- He tried to place her by her utterance and her accent, and he now saw that there was (iv a yes 4 AG 4 / ae Then Came Again something vaguely unfamiliar about her speech. In hos- pital, with his eyes shut, he could definitely assign her social rank to any Englishwoman after hearing twenty words from her. He shook his head. This girl was a gentlewoman, but was she English? He stopped before a cottage where climbing roses in full _ sults. bloom gave the final touch of charm to sagging crossbeams and thatched roof. He stepped through the open door and entered the kitchen, A fragile child of ten, pale, excited, stared at him from eyes that looked enormous. He produced his little pat of butter with a flourish. The child cried ““Oh!"’ and clapped her hands. The mother came in from the scullery, her feet clattering on the uneven floor. She was a tiny December 6, 1919 “She'll be took to-morrow,” she said, jerking a thumb at her daughter. “Fine!” Roger said. ‘She'll come back fat and well.” She opened a cupboard door and took out some dark war bread. Roger pointed accusingly at a big sweet lump of apparent butter. “Tdon't hold with margarine, nor yet with sanatoriums,’’ the mother said sharply. Roger laughed. ‘Here I’ve been and stolen butter for you,” he said, ‘‘and you had that all the time. You're a bundle of silly, old-fashioned prejudices, Mrs. Jenkins.” “*T likes my ways,” she answered. “You are a bit set,” he agreed. “Have you seen Mrs. Williams pass to-day—Mrs. Williams, up along, I mean?” “She's gone away; gone away sud- den. Some do say as ” A long string of suppositions and theories and speculations followed as she cut bread and spread it for her consumptive daughter. Mrs. Jenkins had no knowledge of a new tenant, ‘‘one of them officers’ wives,” she was sure. ‘‘They would pig in anywhere these days. We can’t say as we're safe in our own homes. They comes ‘ere every day and they says ’ow beautiful the roses is, and would I 'ave a lodger as would give no trouble or would I go away and let the ’ouse fur- nished, and '’ow they wanted to be with their ’usbands; and I tell ’em as I wanted to be with my man too, and he was fightin’ in France as theirs wasn’t, and he was coming ’ome, if so be he was to come ’ome at all, to the ’ome he went away from.” Mrs. Jenkins tossed her head. ‘And me,’’ she cried indignantly, ‘‘as wouldn’t turn out for the sanitary inspector, is it likely I'd turn out for they? Not me! And if the overseer and the county council couldn't get me out, will they? Not them! My man,” she repeated shrilly, ‘‘is coming ’ome to the ’ome as he left.” The soldier turned to the little girl. “They will take you to a great big beautiful house on a hilltop and you will have plenty of milk and cream and beef and fresh air. You will get well and have red cheeks for daddy when he comes. So you mustn’t mind leaving mother.” The child nodded and smiled, and gobbled the bread and butter. He went to his midday meal, leav- ing sunshine behind. Afterward heslept, wearied out. When he woke he eyed the worn tunic on the floor, the parade jacket hanging on the hook, the trunk in which were folded the civvies made by a London tailor celebrated in two hemispheres. To wear those Londo: civilian clothes was to forfeit the famil iar friendship of the village and the gracious condescension of Dorothy. Yet worn they must be, and soon; he craved equality with her, not affable patronage from her. He did not pause to ask why her attitude had suddenly become, if not galling, at least vexatious; nor did it oecur to him that suggestion is subtle and powerful. When that suggestion comes from every side it is bound to have re- When everybody says that an heir ought to marry a girl that heir must think about it. was as yet subconscious, but this indecision about clothes shows that it was working to the surface. know that it colored all his impressions of her, worked a high curiosity about her, and established a sense of secret, intimate relationship very pleasant to feel without anal- yzing or understanding. Roger’s thought He did not

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 27 The village, the schoolmaster, the girl on the hill, Charity—all had been unconsciously tilling the field. The soil was ready Roger, unknowing, was thinking what clothes to wear that he might plant the seed of love in his own heart; and he believed meanwhile that his sole concern was to learn what to do for the estate and all the people on it He laughed and jumped up. He was thinking of Charity. There was one person in the world who would be just the same, whatever clothes he wore. He sang as he put on the old tunic Charity was always a cheerful thought. He should see her soon here in the cottage and he had pre- pared a surprise for her, and a test. And he would see Dorothy too; for the two girls were meeting for a talk about estate matters. He had business with Dorothy too; that was why he had decided on the old tunic. That busi- ness must be settled before he introduced complications. He went downstairs, still singing, lighted the fire in the kitchen and put on the kettle. Dorothy came first. He was instantly aware of a change in her. She glanced and smiled and nodded, no more; then, preoccupied, she sat at a table and began to open Roger got cups and saucers, only two of each, and watched her side face as he had on the day of his ar- rival. She looked a little tired, he thought, and she did not sit quite so erect as usual. That was it, then— weariness. That made her seem so much less detached and far away no doubt. That was probably the reason why he had in- stantly felt a greater kindness in her curt nod, and why she had seemed for the first time to look at him from the level. He was all wrong. Each of her shoulders was ignobly d.red by a livid bruise. A soldier in reckless anger had gripped her with hands of iron and shaken her till her hair had come down and had shaken still till she had sobbed and cried. Bickley Ryker had understated in his confes- sion to Charity. He had not known, did not know, what brutal strength he had unleashed in that mad moment. He had shaken her into hysterics; but he had shaken pride out of her. . That was why Roger immediately sensed a change in her. She had been rudely hurled from a pedestal. She had been tumbled from a platform into the crowd. She was one of them now The bruises, seen morning, afternoon and night, were always reminding her of this. The high- necked dress on the warm summer day was a reminder too. Profound humiliation brought humility. She looked at women in the village whose husbands had been drinkers or cruel, and she asked herself if they had ever had, ever letters. worn such marks of shame as hers, and she thought that they could see her bruises through her bodice; or that they were wondering about her dress; or that they had heard rumors perhaps. It had all happened in the hospital Did they know that the man had followed her to that linen room, where he had no right to come? Had she cried aloud? Had she been met in the corridors, going away Shrinking inwardly she gazed into eyes to divine what their owners thought or suspected or knew; and there was a novel questing appeal in her glance which brought its inevitable response of human sympathy. She started when Roger asked her if she could spare a moment. He was by her side and it seemed to her t he was staring right down at her livid shoulders “‘Oh, yes.” look up lest she flushed red ‘** Please sit down, sergeant.”’ He drew a chair to the table close by, wondering, pleased at her altered manner. ““T’d like to be some gor xd to somebody,” he said, gazing into her eyes. ‘I can’t work in the fields. I can work ata table. Can’t I help here?”’ Dorothy glanced up at him, appraising, considering ‘*We've been trying to get somebody.” She hesitated, then added, almost apologetically: “I've tried two girls. They made more work than they saved.” “*T can read and write,”” he said smiling ‘Il can add and subtract. I can even multiply. I can write a letter that would pass. I’m sure I'd get on with the farmers They’re too busy to come here. Could I see them for you? I should like that.” His engaging, boyish ardor brought a faint smile to Dorothy's lips “You seem frightfully keen on it,”’ she said, brightening a little. She glanced at the littered table, then at the wine cooler in the corner stuffed full of neglected papers ‘We are in a hideous muddle; there’s no getting away from that.” “T know about farming accounts,” ‘**TI’m sure I ean fix things up."" He bent forward, touched by her lassitude, by her unaccustomed indecision, by her helplessness. ‘‘You need me,”’ he added in a low voice; “‘you know you do.” He had forgotten his part for an in- stant. She was her old self at this presuming comment from a strange soldier. The invisible barrier was instantly raised. ‘It’s rather confidential,’’ she said coldly. **My only reference is my army record,” he said. That hit the mark. Her voice almost faltered. She was afraid to he cried eagerly. “T’'ll try you, sergeant.” he had heard | father speak when engaging clerks and other underlings She spokea

‘I paid the girls thirty shillings a weel I will give yo two pounds.” “Oh, no. This is volunteer work.” Her back became so stiff that her dress hurt her shoul der Her supercilious eyes drooped under stress of me ories and her intended sharp rejection wa ftened It is private work,” she said. “I could not allow ) to do it for nothing.” It leaves you free for the Red Cro Dorothy’s strained nerve yn tension fror lee] nights and a great humiliation, snapped at this pet ence She flamed into one of the old-time idden rage She looked at him just as she had looked at their first meet when she had held a threatening tenn racket over! defenseless head I don't want anybod to wort ‘ tno pa ment,’ she said cor temptuousl Why should I place myself under obligation to a stranger? <A» English per son would understand that But you Canadian sne stopped hort ‘Well, we Canadians?” he questioned caln She only glared at hin She had no reserves of will to recover and become, a Roger had once written to his father t beautiful stone Imaye “We Canadians,” he said quietly, ‘are just simple, or dinary human being I dare say there are lots of thing we don't understand Perhap t's ist a yell Perhap ome things are not worth understanding She had bent forward as he poke ind wa taring into his face, ‘I've seen ou before!’ he burst out “De 9 “Yes, In the summer just before the war.” “The gazebo on the wall!”’ He nodded She saw the scene He could read her thought her father, her two brothers. She burst into wild weeping Her head fell forward in her hand her shoulders heaved Roger jumped to her side, back, turned and hastened for Charity He met her or the doorstep, just entering the house tretched out an arm, drew it ‘*She’s recognized me,’ he stammered. ‘She's thought of her father and she’s « rying in there,” Charity looked with calm scrutiny into troubled eyes. ‘It will do her good," she said Go away and stay away.” Continued on Page 108

“He Understands,"’ Charity Murmured. ‘“‘He’s a Thorough Gentleman — for All He's a Common Sotdier"’

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28 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE SATURDAY EVENING POST FOUNDED A°‘D' 1728 PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY BY THE CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY INDEPENDENCE SQUARE VHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA, U.S.A GEORGE HORACE LORIMER, EDITOR iy becription $2.60 the Year hive Cents the Copy of All Newsdealers i ‘ ie ye » $250 the Vear Single Copres, len Cente K ret fad st reach us at least two weeks before ' ont me effective. Be sure to give your old address as well as boreign Subscriptions: For Countries in the Postal Union Single Subscrip tons $450 Kemittances to be Made by loternational hostel Money Order PHILADELPHIA, DECEMBER GO, 1919 Practical Profit Sharing LMOST all profit-sharing plans assume that profits are ! le by two fact ipital and labor. There is, } i third th " g publi and it evel ‘ port t tha ‘ ‘ ( dw ‘ { t re In many ses II pra t the whol t That the re } te 5 red in any dis but f t t if t i men are not ! gnoring it but are jeopardizing their future by an t g the pu na i pating the most important ‘ isset Phat goes for both capital and labor. hari { er, jobber, retailer and laborer— none ’ iv e the loss of g ! willand prosper. Intangi ble thing character and the confidence it begets; good will and the trade that it bring are the or ly solid assets ful ( will reated by good treatment, hut ] t wa take it bac I ost every profit-sharing scheme it is assumed that if ca il get the ind labor get ‘theirs” everyone vill be satisfied. But the farmers and the consuming public must also get “theirs” before we can have equitable profit haring and general satisfaction. Though in a sense the y ire both ipitalists and laborers, it is usele to look for profiteer among the farmer hey will be found with ! pruatolve between the ipper and the nether mill tones, rhe really coarse work with their crops begins after they leave their hand The big profit in foodstuffs have tlways been made after they left the farn Many plat are being propo ed to give the public all the j plans that run from Marxian Socialism and Bol- ist Communism on down through a hundred variations 1 these parent theories. Common sense has, however, d Ru to certainty red to doubt— ar ia and Hungary have turned that doubt wu whether under these schemes there would be any profits to divide. The best that these é can assure is a bread card and a soup kitchen for eve me, but that is not just the Amer in idea of a good returns that recent election Massachusetts did not care for its little dose of Bolshevism. of these plans read so beautifully that we ars almost persuaded, until the author fits them to live men and actual conditior Then, like Socialism and Bol } we if it the are he t \! D r I i ‘ iw i iV s e pre ed ‘ existence ere fant i ta tr i which practical men, trained and rewarded under the old plan of society, can be called in to make Utopia work. They have had to do this in Russia, and the more of these selfish managers they get and the faster they scrap the new notions and approximate to the old American ideas the better it will work. Extracting gold from sea water, making precious stones synthetically, and Bolshevism are all perfectly feasible in a pamphlet. An inventor’s model of a fool idea will often work. It will get up steam on a pint of water and the little wheels will go round and round. Jolshevism—in the brain—is like that. The little wheels go round and round. Capital and labor have both learned that to get “ theirs’ they must be possessed of a certain amount of intelligent elfishness; that they must insist on their rights and fight for them if need be; that they cannot exist if they take without question what the other fellow wants to give them, and pay what he asks them. The public, however, has been doing both. There are three factors in making money as well as in sharing it — earning it in the form of dividends and wages; investing it; and, most important of all, spending it. There is plenty of money-making ability, a fair amount of invest ment shrewdness, but a widespread lack of intelligence in spending. Otherwise there would be more real profit haring with the public. Many people are buying only thirty cents’ worth with their fifty-cent dollars. Practical profit sharing demands that capital, after paying fair dividends and good wages, share some of its surplus earnings with the public in the shape of lower prices. That would be equivalent to a level raise in wages for all classes. But after government has done everything that it can do with just laws to insure equitable conditions the adoption and enforcement of this policy must rest with the individual, for it depends finally on personal character and restraint. No matter how good government is, nO matter how wise its care of its citizens, there is a fairly weaned and fend for themselves, definite place and time at which they must be Even the best-intentioned plan or law may back-fire under the test of actual operation, as in the case of the Intended to take excess-profits section of the revenue act from corporations by taxation a certain portion of their earnings it has in actual operation done nothing of the sort. It has taken the money from the public. Corpora tions regard the tax as an extra expense incident to their business, add it to their overhead, and the final effect is a consumption tax that raises the cost of living. Instances of back-firing could be multiplied endlessly. It is recognized as a mistake to encourage people, by giving them a low interest rate, to carry their Liberty Bonds any bank A forced into the full ownership of those who subscribed for longer at the fast as possible they should be them, in order to hasten the process of deflation. These campaigns by get-rich-quick concerns, by mer- chants and even by charities to persuade people to part with their bonds for doubtful and worth stocks, for expensive luxuries or to help some worthy cause should all be ruthlessly discouraged. They are teaching inexperi- enced investors to hold the best security in the world lightly, to feel that it can be traded, exchanged or given when one would hesitate to part with cash. If appeals must be made for securities instead of money they should be for Steel preferred, Pennsylvania, Southern Pacific and Standard Oil. Liberty Bonds are actually the last hold of safe inve that vestor should let go. trong- tment and the last security an in- Anyone who does anything to weaken this idea in*the minds of the public is doing it a great dis- service, and also doing his foolish little bit to push up the cost of living. Big profits and high wages, distributed among people who have heretofore enjoyed small incomes, are prime increased the cost of living. Despite causes that have occasional pectacular exceptior a | ople who have long had good incomes are not reckless spenders. A dollar must bring home a dollar’s worth to them or it stays at home. Being used to money means knowing how to use it wisely, and that 1 ins intelligent spending. Foolish spending is largely done by those who are newly rich from dividends or wages. These are the people who December 6,1/9/9 do not ask for value or question values. Easy come, easy marks. A man who has saved and invested over a period of years knows that there are constantly recurring times when it is hard to make money and even harder to keep what he has. In good times he does not spend more, but he saves more. New money is constantly seeking new owners. Old money is kept in circulation too, but in productive industry. Many manufacturers, middlemen and retailers; certain branches of labor —organized and unorganized —are taking advantage of the world situation, not only to raise prices and wages, but in the quality of their goods and services. Capital that has assumed the leadership in industry must accept the full responsibilities and duties of leadership. It must set an example as a preliminary to demanding that labor too live up to its obligations and responsibilities. It must not deceive itself into believing that because the public has set its face against strikes and demands that imperil American institutions it will permit reactionaries and profiteers to dominate business, once these vital issues are settled. Capital must not think that because many unions have broken their contracts and some union men have been slacking the public will permit unfair methods ts and unjust treatment of labor, once it has come to senses. After these bogus strikes are settled and capital is getting a square deal from labor the public will be more insistent than ever on a square deal for labor by capital, and on a decent regard for the rights of the consumer by everyone who serves him in any capacity. Some of capital's price lists, as well as some of its meth- Let imagine that because the public will not permit the radicals ods, are also coming up for revision. no bonehead to hold him up it is going to permit him to hold up labor and the consumer; that because it is against the reds it is for the profiteers. We have no inside knowledge of the present methods of big business, but we believe that the public should have. The corporations must satisfy the people that their great and undoubted powers in their own and allied fields of i dustry are being used wisely and that they are not taking down unfair profits. Every business that is under sus- picion must come clean or be cleaned up. No one doubts that the great corporations dealing in and srother Rockefeller’ basic materials the necessities of life—including | gasoline—are wonderfully organi to do business efficiently and economically, but the pub as well as labor must share fully in that efficiency and economy. They owe it to themselves, but even more to the public, on whose good will they are finally dependent for their very existence, to prove up and set at rest these periodically recurring attacks on their methods and good faith. A great public responsibility is resting on the shoulders Size is not sin, but it may be sinful. of the men who are at the head of the great corporations that they must measure up to it. dominate basic industries. They cannot evade it; By their moderation, their fairness, their honesty of purpose, they can confound their critics and rout the reds. Lower prices on the necessities of life will set in motion the processes that will inexorably force down prices all along the line. It takes big men, farsighted men, intelligently selfish men to sacrifice large immediate gains for continuing profit and stability, but there are many such men in American business. Bourbons and other boneheads have always kept right on tricking, gouging, grabbing and oppressing until the tuimbrel called to take them to the guillotine. Meanwhile, the people can coéperate with intelligent business, can strengthen clean progressive business men in their policy of decency by spending prudently, by buy- Only the fool buys lavishly, and without asking prices or looking round. Cash, ing wisely, by insisting on full value. carry and cut out the profiteer. Pass the word along when you find a man who is selling close, as volume will help him to sell even closer. Pass the word along when you find a man who is overcharging, as lack of volume will put him out of business. Even if you are a profiteer yourself That will help some, It can do not let anyone profiteer on you and the public will attend to your case in due time. always take back good will.

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eS SO —— THE SATURDAY EVENING POST No corporation is so big and so powerful that it can refuse an accounting of its stewardship to a united public or stand against its just wrath. Enforce practical profit sharing. Let the buyer beware and the seller be careful. Something has got to break, and that thing is prices. Deflated currency and inflated production will bring them down. Hard work, steady saving and close buying is the individual’s part. Close buying, steady saving and hard work, plus some simple fundamental laws that will regu- late and control the activities of organized labor and organized capital, is government’s part. Only more foolish than the divine-right-of-kings delusion is the one that government is above the rules of conduct that bind the individual; or that it ean succeed except by conforming to the principles that bring success in private business. Nietzsche says that ‘‘a strong man can digest his sins.” The German may, though we have reason to doubt it, but the American stomach is peculiarly susceptible to in- dige ti n. Will Congress please pass the pepsin—and help itself first? Guineapigging heres the guineapig. He is cared for tenderly. All his demands are met, all his wishes are gratified. He has no need either to toil or to spin. It is true that the guineapig has more spots on him than any other creature of like size; it is true that he increases and multi- plies with great rapidity Sut at that point the guinea pig’ laims to distinction He cuts no lasting figure in event Set him down in the wilderness and something gets hir He appears to have : been ce sed expressly to prove ere is no safety in numbers and no cinch in lov- ats ip ir No one takes care of the lio He lives on his enemies, — and for that reason he is the wo F king Take away the lio 3, feed him from as time your lion will become a guineapig. No species thrives through hav- ing things fixed soft for it. A gentleman with a large estate several times introduced numbers of English pheasants, which he surrounded with all modern appliances for comfort. But his pheasants walked into swamp cover, where the skunks smilingly awaited them. They roosted low in naked trees, and the owls joyously fell upon them. Something got them. Yet in the near-by fields the hardy native bobwhite more than held his own, though not provided with any cafeteria route. He had learned that it was wise to roost in the open, in a circle, eyes out all round; and when he went to roost, he did not walk, but he flew, breaking his trail so that no scent was left behind him. He worked out all these things unpampered, among his enemies, under the law of hardship, danger and survival. A well-meaning fish commissioner charters a professional fisherman to catch the whitefish out of a Western river, in order to remove an enemy of the grayling. The two species had lived together for thousands of years, till man began to monkey with Nature. Result, a river almost barren of both whitefish and grayling. The human species, in Nature's eyes, is no different from any other species. It survives through contest —continual, unceasing contest. The enemies of a species are its best friends. Give a young man a million dollars and nothing else, and you do not purchase success or survival for him. He begins to roost low. Something gets him. The Orator —“‘He is in Our Path. Let Us Brush Him Aside" 29 For nospecies has Nature ever established any golden age Neither does she ever contemplate any lump sums in easy survival. No free of responsibility and free of work. combination of men, whether of one cla or of another, car succeed en masse, merely because they are a ma neither can the one or the other find safety in number except i numbers of the right sort. A half dozen lions, casually joine in a game-stalking trust for one night, will pull down mor meat than a million guineapigs, raised under gia all collectively clamoring that they are downtrod CGuineapig our oppressed labor ng classe give them all they want and all they will want to-morrow, and the day after to-morrow, and the day after that; lap them silk and feed them soft and tenderly entreat them; remove all their hardships and all their enemies; solve all the problem for them and encourage the mtostrike and strike again; teach them scorn of labor for more than five days ir in hour a week or five hours in a day or five minutes 1 and where does it all come out? Have you one whit bettered them? Notin the least. Upon the contrary you have ruined them and have wiped them out. Something gets them, The imported laboring man, like the imported pheasant, is having it pretty soft for a time. Something will get him. i 28 PRR EF PEE mer to beginning feel a trifle impatient

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30 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST GEORGE PATTULLO (tives Ff &@ 42 FF 2 2 > f By Oo “. December 6,19/9 C LAR K , &@ F -——— “Come on, Boys! Git Up ! Come to Life There! To-+Night's the Night, You Know, Professor. It's Your Treat’’ WONDERFUL thing, m’sieu, is the average Amer ican’s love for his home town. It is all very well for the outside world to sneer, but the trait is the base ipon which many turdy virtues rest as upon a rock foundatior For what doe Thoreau say?—“I think nothing is to be hoped from you, if this bit of mold under uur feet is not sweeter to you than any other in this vorid Which recalls to mind a gentleman from Rhode Island, vhom I encountered in Paris, resting his foot sadly on a bra rail Yes,”’ he conceded grudgingly, “it’s a right pretty piace But gimme dear ol’ Woonsocket « very time.”” His eyes filled with tears; I pressed his hand And take the case of M'sieu Will Stuffle, or The Professor, as he came to be called His was not so much a love as a passion— but I will tell all from the beginning We were tting at a table in front of a café on the Boulevard cde Italier a couple of Americ in ladies whom e had met in Germany while they were giving entertain- ments for the Army of Occupation, M’sieu Joe Hicks and myself — basking in the soft sunshine as we idly watched the world go | It was a mellow July day and our spirits responded jubilantly to Nature's mood and an ingeniously contrived cocktail whose official designation was Crawl- Out-on-Your- Knee You know it, m'sien? Next to the Machine-Gun Barrage, | consider this drink the most de- lectable to be had in Franes Moreover, as my partner frequently took occasion t point out, there was no de- uyed fuse about it, but the action was immediate and ant { ing Well exclaimed Guinevere iddenly, } t look what the cat brought ! @ j A gentleman w ea yt elfta ( y table mediur ed i I ni bie 4 th and omplacent appearance dressed in dark plain clothes and wearing broad flat shoes, a black-felt hat and a white satin four hand tie ‘Oklahoma,’* declared my partner. But he was wrong. Hardly had he got oriented when our fellow countryman spied our uniforms and approached “Anybody here from Pansyvill he inquired What sector’s that in?’’ demanded M'sieu Joe. “It is back in Indiana—in God’s country. Ever been there? The garden spot of America and the world, men.” We confessed that this Eden had escaped our notice up to date. “Stuffle’s my name, sir—Will Stuffle—Stuffle’s Hard- ware Emporium. Everybody in Pansyville knows Will Stuffle. If any of you folks should ever drop by that way just ask for Will Stuffle and I'll be pleased to show you round.” There being no alternative we accepted the situation and introduced M’sieu Stuffle to our friends. “*Allow me to present you to Miss Guinevere Hallahan, star of the original Black Crook company, and our dimpled darling on the other side of the table— Miss Ernestine La Rue, who was featured in East Lynne when that produc- tion played six consecutive nights in Madison, Wisconsin. Professor Stuffle, ladies! “And this is my side-kick, Henree Giraud, the cham- peen cat-heads mixer of the A. E. F. And now what'll it be? Pull up a chair, professor. How about a touch of high explosive?” “I do not drink, sir.’ “Then have a cigar—one of these here side-car smokes.”” **Neither do I smoke, sir.”’ “Oh, IL see! None of the smaller vices, hey “Nor the larger, sir,’’ added our new acquaintance ste rnly. ! “Oh, gee! The party’s on the blink now,”’ murmured Mademoiselle Guinevere despairingly. But my partner remained undaunted. “Well, me and Henree ain’t perfect yet, in spite of all Patsy and Jane’ve done, so if you have no objections we'll just try a li'l snort. Hey, Kellner—I mean garcon—four more of the same! Say, professor, if you've a mind for a nice soft drink I'd advise you to go up ag’in one of them Machine-Gun Barrages.”’ The other waved this invitation aside. ‘Are you boys on leave?"’ he queried. “T'll say so! Ain't we got all the symptoms? And what might your outfit be, professor? You belong to one of the congressional shock divisions?” ‘No, sir, lam over here on a special mission to report on conditions in the Army with special reference to our boys’ needs in the direction of uplift As such a > “Zowie!"’ cried M’sieu Joe. ‘‘ Another joy rider!”” The ladies giggled. “‘T must protest,’ the professor said sonorously, “ against the obvious disparagement you intend to convey, sir When you speak with levity of the unselfish labors of so many high-minded ai “Oh, shucks! Tell that to a guy from Chicago. What’s your poison?” Thus urged, after some hesitation and thought, M’sieu Stuffle named a chocolate éclair as his poison. “*May I ask, sir,”’ he inquired in a deep resonant voice, “if you are a married man?” “What do you want to talk like that for?” retorted Mademoiselle La Rue with some heat. ‘Tryin’ to crab the party! Yes, you are too! Don’t you know there’s been a moratorium declared on husbands?” “Are you in earnest? Is that official?” I asked eagerly “It sure is!”’ she replied, patting her hair. “Besides, all bets are off beyond the 3000-mile zone, professor,’’ explained my partner. M_’sieu Stuffle said nothing, but it was patent that he disapproved of us. My partner went on, “‘ You never can tell what a man’! do away from home. Can you, Henree?” “And you never know how a man’Il act with a woman,’ supplemented Mademoiselle Guinevere. ‘“*Nor a woman with a man.” “Well, that’s true too,’”’ she admitted reluctantly. “T’m ag’in lettin’ the women folk come over here t« Europe for at least a year,” continued my partner witl emphasis. “Yes, sir! The Gover’ment shouldn't ought t« give ’em passports. It ain’t fair to the gallant men who've fought so hard for the liberty of mankind and Czecho- slovakia. I shudder to think of what’d happen if all the wives and sweethearts should blow into Paree. Oo, la, la! The brain reels at the thought.” “You said a mouthful then,” remarked Mademoiselle La Rue. ‘* Ah, oui! Us married men've got to stick together, pro- fessor. Yes, sir-ree. Think of the ruckus that'd be raised if one bird coulen’t depend on another to keep his mouth shut like a gen’l’man. What I aim to do when I find the time is organize a League of Silence. Continued on Page 32) = - ee,

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Continued from Page 30 RB howdy! Often of nights, when I fall to thinkin’ t at'd happen to some of my friends if they was to e hloch n Pares the side of their loved ones, I tura reu it into a cold sweat and wake up in mn gupnit th a ravin’ fever It’s the obsolete truth.”’ f oe he ‘ t I eu For there are many 7 Pa ere one could walk five blocks e ‘ i Just picture it! ried Mademoiselle Guinevere, stirred hy the idea \ staid couple walking placidly ‘ evard. Friend wife stops to stare into a | hubl tits for her near the curb with that « patience which you've got to be close to him to ider a figure darts from the passing throngs Henree! ght, winsome, girlish form it is. ‘ eiz the ur pecting husband’s arm. She etl Jon And she proclaims her joy at wain with all the adorable bubbling enthu- f her fresh ir went young nature 1h, oui! She irm and cere Oo, my baby boy! When you | Henree Hein? Why you not write to me? i tughty Henree You buy me a drink now, N \ ipre en ent the pe fect-fort two partner ner ut ni | turt fror a HDlame { ‘ eu if na ndo hel reata e price but she forget ill that in two shakes, ‘ t ht { nt of her very eye a Vamp is trying th her ma Oh, wouldn't I love to see it?” eull leaned back and laughed uproariously \s e, | ild not find the heart to join in the merriment. eflect.4 friend How could the unfortunate gentle explain it | ash yu What explanation of this de ble: ta f identity could he offer with any hope ' pres h me, | know, that such a situation e emba to a deyres 1 she he I reyvret to say that I fear she 1 not i ‘ pa nate denial ill his detailed ns trailing off to muttered incoherencic would naug! Vv non; he would be done for ‘ 1 wonder then that I am in sympathy with my ‘ uggestio For | would fain save our wives the ! 1 " it tandu What the matte Henres demanded my partner locate it vuldn't I was merely thinking.’ “Well, don’t let it occur ag’in. Paree is no place for that. It was meant for somethin’ different. I tell you, I don’t know a place in the whole world where you could “Nothing, nothing! ruin your health so agreeable as right here. ‘You rung the bell that time, buddy,”’ observed Made- moiselle La Rue. Meanwhile Professor Stuffle was eating chocolate éclairs. He ate them with prodigious zest and enjoyment. Never have I seen a man so intrigued with confections. “That's his ninth,’’ whispered Mademoiselle Guinevere in alarm. ‘For the love of Pete! Say, professor, I don’t want to spoil your day, but speaking as man to man, don’t you reckon you've had about enough of them things? I had a cousin who et twelve once—and they found he'd let his insurance lapse.” “IT suffer no inconvenience, he helped himself to another. Up to now The Professor had been too preoccupied with his appetite to take much part in the conversation, but the edge having been taken off he proceeded to regale us with an account of the attractions of his home town. It might not possess the architectural beauties of more cos- mopolitan centers such as Paris and Rome possibly, but as for him, give him the simpler, truer, nobler life. He had been in France only three days, but he wished he was back there right now in dear old Pansyville—he was that lonely. - May be SO, ” was the placid reply, and “But you don’t see agreed M’sieu Joe. nothin’ like that in your burg. Regardez Indeed they were delicious. Though it is my wont to be carefully unobservant of such things, because Madame Giraud is inclined to be a trifle alert, still I could not but perceive that my partner’s judgment was sound. None but a blind man could have been indifferent to such charms in fact, yet this Stuffle person discerned nothing more in the spectacle than an opportunity for a diatribe against the short skirt and other snares of our age. Mon dieu, it was irritating, for from that he digressed to the pitfalls that Paris held for incautious feet, and the terrible ways of women in general What wickedness he found in everything, did this M’sieu Stuffle! Evils we had never suspected he unearthed! I verily believe he would have draped the Venus de Milo in the Louvre could he have had his way. In vain did we try to steer the conversation into other channels, The Pro- fessor had his mind set on vice and could not be diverted into a cheerier vein. He plunged into a recital of things he December 6, 1919 had heard about French morals, which it certainly did is no good to hear, nor benefited him in the telling. “Oh, you wicked old thing!” exclaimed Mademoiselle Guinevere. ‘I wouldn’t have a mind like yours for any- thing.”’ “Dad gum! You're asin killer sure enough, ain’t you?” cried my partner. ‘‘Did you ever notice, Henree, how professional reformers think more about naughty gals than us birds who ain’t got any morals a-tall, you might say? Pears like they got ’em on the brain. What do you let ’em worry you for, ol’-timer? It ain’t healthy.” This unexpected view of his attitude gave M’sieu Stuffle pause. He betrayed some confusion, and to cover it ordered more chocolate éclairs. “Here’s where we git rid of this bird partner in an aside. “But how?” “Leave it to me! Well, boys and girls, what’s it going to be? The professor wants to buy a drink,” he abruptly announced. M’sieu Stuffle’s emotion was painful to witness. He turned red and started to protest; then thought better of it and consulted his watch. Finally he blurted out that he would just have time to get to the bank before it closed, and fairly bolted down the street. As for us, we drove the young ladies to their hotel, for they had a performance on that night, and then debated what to do next. “First,” said M’sieu Hicks as we went along, “‘ we've got to git shet of these uniforms. We’re at a disadvantage Any guy can place us with one look; any guy think he’s got the right to come up and brace you wher you're nothin’ but a buck private. Besides, what'd happer if we tried to bust into one of these here gilded gin palaces? They'd call the bouncer or a gold brick. Officers Only! It’s got my goat, I tell you! Ah, oui!” “True! And to have more freedom of action we ought to change our lodgings.” My partner assented. “‘Let’s send for the burgermeister of this burg and tel him we want a good billet toot sweet,” ted **And if he don’t come across we'll clap a fine on him.” I hastily pointed out that dealing with the governor of Paris was quite a different matter from dealing with the mayor of a German village, and M’sieu Hicks admitted that my contention seemed reasonable. We repaired to a Continued on Page 67) ” suggested my seems to he sugges 5 mp PrP a s* Ft ert te Ah, M'sieu, What a City is Paris! Unbridied Gayety, Laughter, Never a Thought of To:-Morrow's Reckoning. Adventures Everywhere; They Come to You Unsought

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$4 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Taiz € By Hal G. Evarts HOFFMAN xt ORAN sat on a ledge of the rim rocks above M the cafior ewing the country with his glasses, I h appeared suddenly, coming up through a t He lingered near Moran for a few ite t! tarted DackK a lddenly e } e. With | foreleet over edge he paused and looked back it t Morar l xy to keep 1 touch witl { " wear you to a shadow,” ghed Mora In ke than an hour Flash had made four trips between the abir the q Bring her bac} Ww this trip,”” said Moran 4 e pro! ea to join u ip here, Flash a Half a later Flash reap ired, tl me! ed the gir M a he to a ttle ‘ f the 1, a tiny pron ry jutting out er the void of e canot! AY ny Jumble { hil and valley pread before then dense pruce lope ind idenill Ca irks, bald ridges and wind-swept peaks. Far the stream beds each tiny meadow was framed as a picture by the fringe of trees that ringed it in, the pale-green aspens shimmering through A few hundred yards behind them mighty cliffs towered up above the timber line at the base of the Wapiti Divide. Flash was satisfied at last. These two were once more together. He lay flat, his head between his paws, and peered off into the distance. Each movement that caught immediate interest and he raised his down u the deeper green of the pine his eye roused h head, regarding it intently. Poor Flash! He must have traveled miles this morning g to keep in touch with both of us at the same time,” iid Betty, leaning to run her fingers through his hair. } Look at his eyes! They're positively human in their in- telligence. I believe he knows every word we say. Don't Flash?"’ When she spoke his name Flash wagged his ta “See!” she cried That proves _ Morar miled and shook his head, You make the common error of going to extremes,”’ he Men either consider that animals have no intelli them with too much. Flash does not derstand one word except those sounds which from repe- gence at all or credit tition he has come to associate with certain things. You probably do not derstand Siwash or Chinese, yet that is 1 lur on your intelligence By the same token it doesn't mean that Flash lacks intelligence because he has only the most limited understanding of what we say. On the contrary I believe him to be the very smartest animal l have ever now! ‘So do I,” she said. ‘“ But you have such an analytical hat you probably know the cause as well as the fact. Tell me His coyote brain,” said Moran. “The coyote is the martest animal alive, but men have not yet fully wak ened to that fact t’s not stvange that they speak knowingly of the cowardly *s one of the nerviest little rascals There are more now than there were ten years ago. They’re Men usually get their facts reversed, so oyote while in reality he that ever breathed. Men can't exterminate them idaptable. The coyote was once strictly a prairie dweller, but he has increased his range to cover all these Western north to British Columbia and east to Michigan. In 1 few years’ time we'll hear of him ranging in the New England States and beyond the Arctic Circle. Remember that and see how my prophecy works out. Brains have enabled him to increase in the face of conditions which have put a value on his pelt and a price on his head Flash has that brain.”’ SS

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“Yet in spite of that you don’t think he understands our words?” “T know it. I'll demon- strate the fact He ha heard me call you Betty a dozen times to-day, yet the repetition has been insuffi- cient to cause him to con- nect that sound with you any more than any which I use frequently in speaking to you. On the other hand he does associate the word Moran with me. I'll other word show you.” He poke to the dog and Flash looked up at him. Moran spoke the girl’s name over and over again. Flash gazed at him, puzzled by this reiteration of the same sound. He inclined his head from side to side, his ears tipped forward alertly as he tried to understand. His attention was entirely centered on Moran and he never once looked at the girl. “Now you try it,’”” Moran instructed. She spoke to Flash and as she talked he accorded her the same close attention with which he had favored Moran. Then she spoke Moran's name twice and Flash turned instantly and looked at him. “It’s true!” she cried. “You know so many queer things like that.” ‘He is physically incapable of speaking the words of men, and that renders him mentally incapable of under- standing man’s vocabulary except from repetition and association; but he can read tone inflection and know the spirit behind the words. However, he is intelligent enough to learn any trick or work within his physical limitations. Each lesson would have to start from some basic fact which he already knows and be gradually developed from that. For example, we could easily train him to be a liaison courier and to carry messages between us.” “How?” she asked. “Please show me.” “Starting from these few facts: He knows the word ‘go’ coupled with this motion—the outward swing of my arm. I taught him that in handling horses and cows. His present natural inclination is to travel back and forth between us. We would make use of that. At first he would not know There Sounded the Thud of Hoofs and the Jangle of Equip:« ment as Dad Kinney's Pack Train Came Swinging Up the Trail December 6, 1919 P where to go, but he would know that I was sending him away. From habit he would return to you. You could send him back to me by coupling the same words and motions with my name. Aside from the fact that he knows my name, he would natu- rally look for me anyhow. In ashort time he would see a definite purpose behind it all and soon understand what we expected of him.” The following few days were busy ones for Flash. The next morning Moran fashioned a collar from an elk- hide thong and took Flash some dis- tance from the cabin. He rolled a leaf from his notebook round the thong and fastened it with a pin. “Go, Flash!” he ordered, swinging his arm and pointing back toward the cabin. “Go! Go on, boy! Take it back to her!” Flash bounded away in the direction of the cabin, stopped and looked back. He knew that Moran was ordering him to go somewhere. There were no horses or cows. He sat down and watched Moran, unde- cided as to what was expected of him. Moran’s insistent command assured him that he was to go. He knew that word. He trotted about in eccentric circles and whined. At last he started off. As soon as he lost sight of Moran his natural inclination was to return to the girl and he made straight for the cabin. She unfastened the slip of paper from the collar, examined it at length and spoke to Flash in words of praise, according to Moran’s instructions. Then she once more fastened the paper to his collar and pointed off in the general direction taken by Moran. **Go, boy!’ she urged. “Go! Moran! Moran! Take it to Moran, Flash! Go!” Flash knew that she was sending him away. He knew that she spoke of Moran, but his mind was still hazy as to just what was wanted of him. Once more he , merely followed his nat- ural inclination and re- turned to Moran Each time this was re~ peated they unfastened the paper the instant he arrived at either end, ex- amining it and praising Flash, at the same time holding the note out forhimto inspect. After afew trips he knew what was expected of him—traveled between them with the cer- tain knowledge that this was what was meant by their com- mands. However, the reason for this was not so clear to him as the mere fact itself. At last the light began to dawn—slowly at first, then with a sudden full realization of the truth. This from constant repetition of one thing! The paper was each time held out for him to sniff. At first it meant nothing to him. Then in a vague way he came to know that it concerned these trips. When either Betty or Moran picked up a slip of paper Flash was instantly alert, knowing he was soon to be started out. He sensed that men had means of communication which were beyond his comprehension. This paper was a message—an under- standing between these two delivered through him as a medium. He had no conception whatever of the written word. When the paper was held out to him he invariably tested with nose instead of eyes. His most dependable sense was that of smell. There must be some scent to this paper by which these two read its significance. For atime he sniffed longingly at each paper, but its scent told him nothing and at last he gave it up. His was not the mind of man—the mind which ever strives to fathom the very things that smack of mystery. There was no particle of use to excite himself over what he knew to be beyond his understanding. He was content to carry this thing because they willed it so. The little nose of the cafion wall, which Moran had picked that first morning, afforded a wonderful outlook over a wide expanse of country and the girl spent much time there with him. (Continued on Page 36

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1ad craved something fresh ielicious V gathering the first of the pring and pl in still glinted brillian hile Moran’s wa turned and held her « m for a long minute As the last THE SATURDAY EVENING POST had long since killed an lender store of canned goods and vild strawberrie scoured the adjacent slopes ed at the He washed aced them ina cabin , the one cniel tre ire pocket as he started for the asmali str ed animal irried to the pe 1e the t 4ughed How M cle f nth } he had he 1 I I’m starved f ind i ed him Vv l note w h Flash had no | rer an under h word he spoke that it it held out to he l and | that l] haded to purple, obscurit be w them from the snow caps was touched ith the was night except most lofty point ] lose in his arms. § he drew away ‘But I’m only humar one minute with December 6, 19/9 3esides, I wanted you to know. You would rather know it that way mce—even thou we can’t go on with it I’ve made one big unutterable mistake—the worst a girl Can maké Moran attempted to speak, but she shook her head ‘It meant eve rything at the time It t means a grea but not deal now; enough so that I’d do almost anything the thing I did. I couldn’t since this has come to me Some da I'll tell 1 what it ometime soon, betore ou go. You’re so understandir ith animals, so tolerant of their faults, that you may find some extenuation for me ‘Whatever you have done won’t matter a straw,’”’ he aid. “I don’t even care to know what it is. You're mine by every natural law And I want you—now!” Not now she said. ‘Sometime perhaps I can't But if that time ever comes I promise to fied with that?” “For now,” he assented, “but not forlong. The one big outstanding fact is that we belon;s Nothing, absolute not one thing that I can think of can stand for long against that fact. It’s a natural law the most compelling law of Nature If there i any man-made convention whic held led up and kissed her the her close out of valle y below ged against tne cliff face behind ua tepped back. but I wanted ad a mate yu to be sure I’ve You’ve given me your love I’ve lived so long alone I’ve absorbed ep that love you've giver ‘I won’t do that You heard that ery. I’ long years for the right one. T among wild things th their philosophy of life. I'll k me. Not one drop shall go to it. If there it as the beast that made that cry would keep it ve never h waited at’s all that matters to me it perhaps some of another man until you will *s no other way to keep it for ourselves I'll keey as Flas} would keep his mate!” XIV MAN may learn to stalk and st ther ] one animal and tries to the idy matter when he to attribute hope les ly bungle the t, because he is approach the nex prone Continued on Page 38 wer heditesy ty Flash Stood Bristling, Backing Inch by Inch, Impetled Against His Will by the Stern Insistence of His Master's Voice

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8 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Continued from Page 36 it ght, but that he could never remain undetected for ‘ ‘ N is endowed each speci one instant if the wind carried his scent t t. When he me f t ome method of protec talked a sheep he paid less heed to the wind, crossed rock f elf and v Both Moran and Flash had = slides without care for the stones his feet dislodged, but i ed these ny ind Moran had t 1 Bett many centered his attention wholly upon avoiding those never- inge ‘ : N re has w ed ou thing failing eyes until he could come between his prey and some il hich fe men | the ith impossible cliff fat on her favorite point of 1 thinking of These things he knew from observation, from stern it nspirec e the nig before he freque tly experience from that broad term instinct under which rest er elbo on the ledge and ept the far hills with men are ) te knowledge and dismi M iss ‘ in eact pe and open park for it as a settle I t tinctive knowledge of if; ‘ Ir i } et ng Moran had told her ome th y not ul buti hen it was experience had a kee more elligent est in the that had taught him. Once failing, he profited by his il world Litth i nd hat f « pecs | | learned each da forme meaningt« ! 1 a er gnificance Flash 1 ed his head and peered Nar the brea the ght of t ! ed through which the game tr ped the bench, and t! iw a bu f ‘ fr ya the edge of ar girl knew that he heard Morar He Or pening the pr ‘ ‘ nye iered wt there joined her o1 tne ledge Each Knew tne is not a single calf rge a band of c« he longing that throbbed in the other's heart, ew that the calves were r far back inthe but neither spoke of it , t ber hi wil ore {f the eurlou thing Moran had Moran had ponae red lor g over W i t 1 her trouble could be this rea on why ne ruld For a calf elk give ff ent Ihe ite, the keenest wistfully repel his courtship. He knew . nosed animal of all ‘ pa a fe feet down that it had to do with the gra mo Panam | i from a newt ' f never know: and a coyote covered cabin built secretly so long ag —— i! ent a mouse f hundred irds down wind! Something had prung up out of yal When n ng, the la f the 1 intain sheep looms — the past to lay its skeleton hands on p whitely against the green meadows of his lofty home her, snatched her up out of her above timber ‘ it when the old ewe leaves her off smoothly polished little groove in pring she caches him in eye for deta Even the _ life gnd sent her traveling acro he ‘ pier reve of the y eagle ea t the motionle eamy cro current ew : eeping lamb fr nong the whit of a bowlder points which were hard to eld Kinney must know ney Fi I'he in dapple dow tted through the leave was a very old man an ed os f the tres ind yle th the spotted coat of the blac a long life in the hill ’ ft tail faw In later lif changes with the deer could u ravel the past | ra BR vel lu y that sea which white me tory of this cabin and lf have named India ! er and which the Indians know meaning in her life it the season of the Short Blue Mc A} h haze “ang recalled vague tale that the hill the igebrusl n the open slopes between the Kinney had long trees take 1 blue-¢ ye ind the new fall coat of ago ridden with the the blacktail blend ‘ the « cheme wild bunch; that Rach anit | ha e& one st e more highly develope than the rest ar t! one Iperse el matt rele Che antelope of the open pla has only fair nose ar eu but w derful all-seeing eye The white hairs or telope’s rump a fl itt white patch bristles, ea iir standing out, when the animal is alarmed. The flashe n th parkling white field and in a few | f moments ¢ I intelope witl ma mile made aware that there is danger abroad on the i from these signals flashed from t dtoband elk, whose range both in the timber and o ter ‘ lope which sel ! ifford a clear field of y d le use f their eve Their vision is er good but not except il It i an even ! i whether ‘ rea f t wal them of ap Kir proaching enemie x The hear live more ji the down-timbered , i’ ye ind gl on pocke of the | | He ha vawned earsighted eye Ifa ma tands motionless iti ‘ difficult for a bear to tinguish man from stump rim, turning where the game trail Ile may hear a sound which warns him-— but if dipped down into the cafior he atehe me least whill of ent he knows! £. *He’s off again,” Morar D Out above the timber line the mountain sheep Y served. ‘‘He'll turn wolf ag lor beds down upon some dizzy pinnacle weeps the the next hour or two.” } with his telescopic eye and defies his enemies ‘Would he ever turn all wolf?” t ippre ich unseer scent eems to mean little whee Wnts roo Feet of he asked “Leave us and never . . the Girt the Man Kuaeit Be-+ ’ 71) to him, and sound evidently means nothing at ing @ waist-High Mase of ae -thsecgaccanal es ill. Some men claim that the constant falling of Ration hodasciols Grenhe ‘Not unless he lost us, aid torm-loosened rocks among his native peaks has Moran. “Then he would rhe rendered him careless of sound, that each noise is attributed hold most men have on him is small He might even to the clatter of a rolling stone. Others assert that the leave us for a while in midwinter, the mating time of battering, smashing fights between ram and ram in the wolves. It’s hard to say.” running moon shatter the ear-drums and deafen them She turned the glasses on the lower country to search for Either may be true. The fact remains that the hearing of Flash. Through an opening of the trees she could see the ewes is better than that of ram sheen of water, a beaver pond where a colony of them had rhe girl thought of these thing he located each new dammed a stream until the water backed up and flooded nd with the glasses aw Flash staring steadily at a thicket of willows and birch. She saw the ripple as one he face of the cliff behind. Three rams were moving along moved across the pond and she ched him climb out he sheer wall. It seemed impossible that even a lizard upon the dam. A porcupine wad 1 across an open part ould cling to it. Not even a wolf, lithe and active as he is, Then Flash came into the field of her glasses, creeping in follow the bighorn sheep and it is a question whether — stealthily across a meadow, his belly close to the grass en the mountain lion can keep in sight of him at all He made a sudden mighty leap, then clawed frantically ves, A ram's hind feet are sharp, his front feet larger, at the ground. Several times he repeated this maneuver He can “Look! Can you see him?” she asked. ‘What 1 with two oval, nor h forefoot fitte kid pad > mp ten feet along the sheer face of a cliff and land safely world is he doing now i projecting nose of rock no larger than a foot acros “Trying to catch a picket-pin for you,” said Morar } way he tacks fearlessly from ledge to ledge along “ Picket-pin?”’ she inquired. “‘ And whois he this pin?” ‘You've seen them,”’ Moran explained. “‘ Those slender rams with even more interest little ground squirrels, They balance on their hind feet in any other animals she had seen. Moran had told her standing motionless until they look e a stake an inch they were his favorites of all horned game through and six inches long. It’s hard to distinguish them Flash ew all these things; knew that those rams were from the stakes men drive to picket their night horses, then fe from him—temporarily safe at least. When he stalked move on and leave them be sticking up out of the t he was well aware of the individual abilities of his grass. They’re called picket-pin gophers out here, from lle w i move upwind in ell rouching mo-_ the fact that each newcomer finds it hard to relinquish the ess when it looked his way, knowing he might escape notion that he can walk up and tie his horse to one.” December 6, 19/9 strange things that I sometime ‘You tell me so many ler,”’ she accused. ‘It's gospel,”’ he assured her. ‘‘ There are truths in Nature that I couldn’t begin to think up fabrica tions to compete with them. Besides, I want you to know so many queer gs as they really are “ame back without his prey. These little squirrels had an exasperating way of vanishing were hard to cat in their holes at the very instant his jaws were but a foot from them, then chattering and scolding from beneath hi very nose. He sprawled contentedly on the rock and the significance of each sound The hum dozed. E in hi per ven seep etrated his consciousness of their conversation did not disturb him. A red squirrel broke into a vol ul chatter in a tree below the rim One eye flickered open for an instant; I - F closed again. A wheeling hawk screamed overhead and drew only a twitch- ing of one ear. Then he was suddenly alert, standir g erect on the edge of the cafion wall, his hair bristling, a low snarl in his throat as he looked off across the hills From far away there had sounded the faint of a rifle. He knew that this meant harshly report t the presence of men. His thoughts were whirled back to those who lived at Two Ocean Pass; those who had only once ap peared near here, and who once had tried to harm the girl. ‘I wonder who that could said Moran. “Evidently killing meat. I hardly think Kinney could cross through Rampart Pass with horses for a few that was too far down him. He'd with us. Harmon expected to in from the other way. They have dele- gated him to pick the most feasible route for a forest-service pack trail from the gap straight to the lake and blaze a string of trails that link up clear through. Sur should be nearly free of snow b To-morrow have been?” someone lay day lays. Besides, for more the country have camped almost even come through yume light Gap now, he has come in I'll ¢ “You mustn't go,”” she said. re who it 1s? old him of the m« 0 perhaps o down that way and see.” “What do we She had not t n she had stumbled acros that night, the men who would have taken her but for Flash. She had feared that if Moran knew of this he would insist on taking her out of these hills at once. She had thought of what awaited her back there and decided to the hills. She had thought that those men had gone, unable to find hiding piace, and that they were probably hundreds of miles away. This shot indicated that stay in her t might still be in the hills. She could not risk a meeting bet veen them and Moran. ‘Don’t try to find out who it was,” she urged. “It mig turn out to be some stranger—not Harmon or aT) Kinney at a **It wouldn't matter,”’ he man in the hil A little said. ‘Any would be glad to give me a part of his food supply. variety t be a bad thing for u “I have a perfectly good reason to think that shot came P from someone I don’t wouldn want you to meet,” she insisted ‘Let’s go back to the cabin and I'll tell you what it is.’ Flash did not follow them down the trail. He stayed on the rim, trotting from one point of vantage to the next, ills for some sign of the man who had peering across the } fired the shot. \ JHEN Flash returned to the cabin he did not go in and sprawl! before the fire as was his custom. Instead he remained outside, watchful and alert. He tilted his ears to catch all sounds and his nose quivered eagerly as he sampled each shift of wind under the trees. Twice he trotted down to the game trail and followed it a few hun- dred yards downstream. He wanted to know the meaning of that shot; to be sure of the exact location of the man who had fired it. He was well aware that as long as day light lasted he was handicapped. He could, of course, view a party at long range; sometimes in favorable cover h« could approach unseen, but such observations were highly Besides, there was always an element of xV unsatisfactory. danger in this daylight scouting, the odds heavily against him, and he was far too smart to take such chances often “Flash knows that some man is within a few miles of us,” said Moran. ‘‘That shot has worried him. He'll start off to investigate before long.” He called Flash in and closed the door. “Just to keep him out of trouble,”’ he explained. Flash read his purpose and whined uneasily, scratching at the door. He prowled along the wall, shoving his nose against the cracks where the chinking had dropped from between the logs as he tried to scent the outside world. Moran had made use cf a convenient arrangement of windfall logs some fifty yards from the cabin, thatching Continued on Page 40) side

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10 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Continued from Page 28 e bows and spreading over them An hour after dark he retreat and lay smoking his ering er what the girl had told him. The ng been in this high country so early y might have wintered here. re | ed that the , y ite ise they might even now be lingering in et {f hunted fugitive | t | h was waiting. At last the regular 5 i the ¢ ced to him that he slept. He | ng forepaws against the wall beside the ri tch was but a beam, one end working on a | t and the other fitting down into a slot notched ‘ Lt 4 h lifte e bar with his teeth and gave a 1 wre! he door gave toward him and the ‘ f the he eam roused the girl | ! he ed But Flash was gone. He was gliding down the slope, a s idow slipping through the trees. Without a pause ie straight for the spot where the men had camped er nigh rhe vivid memory of the fight in the ping " is frest I ! d ana led him to that tarting | because he associated it with men iH led it wilt There was no taint of man He mile n, nose uplifted to catch the side currents of air blew in from each opening gulch. Tiny streams t ed from the larger of these draws; a second creek forged in and the two plunged on together to the Thorough- fare till he held to the bottoms until he knew that he wis ft Th Né A creek flowed in fro the south and he turned and fol- ved it upstream It forked and he chose the eastern ranch and eve u came out upon a ridge. Below him lay another alle a feather eined network of strea The lge on which he stood swept away, tretching up to the parent di le, myriad cafion heads lropping away from it | e mile ilong it, one among hundred the cafion whicl heltered the eabin headed igainst th ime ridge Flash knew the habits of men. They would be camped ne of the stream bed It not their custom to camp on ridges or away from the valley below along some water. He stopped, undecided whether to drop down and mtinue his hunt or to follow the ridge back to the cabin. His was not the mind of man, the 1 which reasons out plan of action and follows it tenaciously to the end; therefore he did not have the continuity of purpose that j lely the herit ige of man On! along certain lines, the few great natural law the flesh, was he capabl f long When hunger pressed him he hunted tirelessly for food. When in danger his mind was wholly concerned with escaping it In the mating 0 t that sway ustained concentration moon of his tribe he would listen to its eall eason keeping ever uppermost in his mind as he searched for a she-wolf with whom to mate he urge of the and always there was running like a guiding thread through all other thoughts his great love for Betty and Moran. Every animal act hinges directly upon the first three fundamentals— food to maintain life, caution to retain life, and mating of the sexes t Analysis of any one to reproduce and perpetuate li . by one of these dominat | f ve will prove it to be actuated ing three that the mal mind does not soar above these primary element Added to these, the dog alone of all beasts is given a fourth — his faithful, unwavering allegiance to mat In all other things Flash was one with all animals—and } the majority of men--in that only those things of imme i} 1 his undivided interest for long; ciate concern coul ) would creep in to detract from the first, to other issue hare or overshadow the importance of the original desigr So it was with tl lis desire to be near Betty and Moran now seemed paran nt. He set off along the ridge toward the cabin; the idea that had urged him from it wa in his mind, but w now relegated to a place of minor portance If the men were camped in the opposite valley they were too distant to me harm to-r igt t. To-morrow could variably be taken care of when it came lle wanted to be with Moran and the girl right now! Neverthele in following out this latest impulse he hieved t t He found the trail Five horses had gled fro cafon and topped the ridge, turning up the country along it est. Flash followed this trail swiftly. It was wart irce an hour old When wit! hail ! e ol the game trail that led down to his own destinat he caught a faint trace of man scent d knew that the men had dismounted Hle knew, too, that they had moved ¢ Any dog can tell the trail scent or the dor lett bet iby men f m the actual body scent elf Flash sped to the spot, using no caution in his pproa The two men had gered for some time, one of them lear ng against a ingle gnaried tree which stood on the cg Flash bristled and snarled as he neared it Old Flash had lately his enemies, and he hated and feared half-dormant hates welled up within him found all men to be them as a whole without singling out each latest individual who sought his life. That was the wolf in him—the atti- tude of all wolves toward all men. These hates that now bubbled up in him came from back beyond the days of his running wild in the hills; from the days when he had been more dog than wolf and had formed an individual estimate of each man as he met him In those days of his impressionable puppyhood only one man had continuously mistreated him. That man had come to typify all that was mean in the human race and upon him was concentrated the hate roused by the deeds of the many. This had long been passive, but it was there and it flamed with the old intensity at this trace of his old enemy. The scent came strong and it was clearly, unmistakably that of Brent The two men had separated and there was no continua- tion of Brent’s trail. The horses had turned down a cafion that was next to the one which sheltered the cabin and Flash knew that Brent had remounted and gone that way; that where he found the horses he would find Brent. The other man had gone on along the ridge on foot. If Brent had continued on foot the hate would have urged “lash to follow his trail instead of that of the stranger. Animals deal more with actualities than with probabilities. Flash’s brain told him the trail of the horses would lead him to Brent, but the other’s trail was actual, warm and fresh under his very nose. Also the stranger’s way led nearer to the cabin and so coincided with his wish to re- turn to it—and he chose that way If Flash had overtaken him it is possible that from asso- ciating him with Brent he might have torn him down with- out added incentive. However, he did not overtake him, for the man he followed had reached the end of his trail Flash reached the game trail which crossed the saddle in the ridge and dipped down the cafiion. The man had When he reached tracks still led down followed it. Flash increased his speed the last break in the rims the man’ toward the cabir A sound reached Flash, a far faint sound too muffled and indistinct to have reached the ears of man, but which told him many thing He could not catch the words, but he knew the voice. It was her voice and the vibrations were those of de adly fear For the first time in his life Flash an wered a human voice with the lobo how! xvi IVMUE man had slipped cautiously to the cabin, his feet making no sound on the soft pine-straw carpet and leaf mold on the slope. The door stood open and he peered inside. The last rays of the dying fire threw a fitful illumination across the bunk where the girl lay rolled in her blanket alone and he s tepped inside, At the first footfall she opened her eyes, thinkir g that her. It might She wa for some reason Moran had come to waker be that Dad Kinney had come at last Then she saw that he was neither of these. The man wore Western apparel which was so new as to seem out of place. The broad brim of his hat was stiff and straight, announc- he was in such Eastern man garbed out in new regalia which he deemed suitable for the West The hat cabin was like a contagion of evil and she knew him—and ing or ly a few days of wear. Unversed as s matters, she still knew that this was an haded his face, but his presence in the creamed “Clark!” she cried. ‘Clark Moran! Flash! Flash!” Then he was beside her, sitting on the edge of the bunk and reaching out to take her in his arms. “Don't excite yourself, my dear,”’ he said. ‘‘No one A long hunt has ended. We'll have our a trifle belated, perhaps, but all the can hear you honeymoon after all sweeter for that ~ hip and feared for She braced her hands against She noted the gun swinging at hi Moran his chest. The blanket fell back and the man’s arm gripped hould she call again her more convulsivels Ife sprang suddenly erect, his face paling as a sudden awful cry rang out in the cafor At the first note from the girl Moran had leaped from his blankets, snatching his belt from beneath his rolled coat, which answered for a pillow. He jerked the heavy automatic from the holster and dropped the belt as he ran. Before the man had recovered from the shock of the lobo howl Moran had him covered from the door. Dim as the light was, Moran still recognized the hand- some, dissipated face of Luther Nash. A cold apprehension clutched him—a sudden thought that Nash was at the bottom of this reason why Betty could not give herself to him; that she might have come under his influence as so many others had before. However, when he spoke there was no sign of these thoughts reflected in his voice “All right, Nash, you can start explaining now,” he said. Before Nash could reply a gray shape landed on the ill and made one twelve-foot leap straight for his throat. The man shrank back a step, both arms upflung to protect his face. This backward step and the length of the spring caused Flash to fall short and his teeth only tore one leather sleeve. Before he could spring again, even before December 6, 19/9 his feet were on the floor, Moran’s warning command thundered in his ears. There was no mistaking the sin- cerity of his tone. “Flash! You Flash! Down!” he roared Flash stood bristling in front of Nash, backing from him inch by inch, impelled against his will by the stern in- sistence of his master’s voice. He knew that Betty was unhurt, that Moran did not wish him to kill this man, yet he knew, too, that the stranger was an enemy to them all Then he noticed that Moran’s gun menaced Nash. Moran must intend to kill this man himself. Flash backed close to where the girl sat upright on the bunk, her blanket held close about her. He stood guard there, his hair bristling and his lips drawn back from the dripping fangs. For the first time the girl really knew the absolute savagery that was part of Flash Moran spoke again, his voice as flat as before. “All right, Nash, you can go on now and state your case,” he said. Nash’s nerves were twitching from the nearness of the beast, who seemed eager to try for his throat again, but he sensed that he had an implacable judge in Moran and strove for self-control. ““Watch that hound,” he said hoarsely. ‘I’m on lawful She’s mine and I’ve come to take my own.” “She may have been yours once,’ Moran returned. ““Whatever she may have been to you is past. Your claim is smashed. She’s mine from now on out.” The girl knew then that he had spoken the truth when he had held her in his arms and told her that he wanted her, regardless of what had gone before. In that instant all reservations were swept aside. ‘How did you guess that you could find her here?” Moran inquired That article in the papers,” said Nash. “About the girl who turned up in a little town at the foot of the hill and bought a blanket, a few articles of underwear and a She caught the Shoshone stage, left it ten miles below the upper ranger station and disappeared. The Eastern papers took it up —and I knew it was my charming runaway wife.” Moran turned, and the girl’s white face confirmed the truth of this assertion, but her eyes looked unflinchingly into his. It was this name, now hers, that she had so disliked. A wave of nausea swept him at the thought of her being the wife of a beast like Nash Nash sought to take advantage of this long look between them and his hand stole nearer to the gun at his hip. Flash tensed his muscles for a spring and his snarl warned Moran. His gun steadied as his eyes came back to Nash. “Very well, Nash. I’ve heard you out,” he said. “‘ You business. walking sult can be golr g now . “Going! Me?” Nash exclaimed. ‘Do you mean that you're going to keep my wife here with you?” “Just that,” said Moran. “ Your ideas of propriety seem to have undergone a change since last we met. I’ll take charge of your gun and you can start.” He pulled Nash’s gun from its holster and stepped back. He knew that Nash could not have found his way so far into the hills alone. “Who is with you?” he asked. “T came alone.” His eyes slipped away from Moran's as he answered. “Then you fired that shot I heard this afternoon. I ice considerable elk hair on your clothes. You killed an elk for meat?” Nash nodded assent and Moran flipped out the cylinder of the gun and squinted through the barrel toward the fire, snapped it shut and looked at Nash “You can trot along back to the men who killed that elk,”’ he said, motioning to the door. Nash felt safe since he had been deprived of his gun more secure than while he had worn it. He shook his finger at Moran “T'll break you for this, Moran!” he threatened. ‘‘ Don’t you know there is such a thing as law? You can’t come between man and wife.” He turned to the girl. ‘You think you tricked me! means when I go! The pretty little story of this cabin given to the world.” He waited for her answer, but it did not come and he turned back to Moran. “*A fine case you'll have! She lied to me—married me to get a few proofs that won't matter in the end. She left me—walked to the door with her arm round the preacher, damn him, and ran! What do you think the courts will have in store for a pair like you?” “We'll take a chance,” said Moran. A load seemed lifted from his heart. She had tricked Nash; by his own admission she had beaten him at his own game, whatever that game had been; she had been forced to marry him to gain her purpose, then fled instantly and defeated his. ‘*Nash, there are no courts within a hundred miles,” he said. ‘‘Some day in our own good time we’ll come out and Continued on Page 169) Remember what this —s a = SS

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ae age OS >. é id *s ’ oe > There is no mistaking the distinction that at- taches to the Liberty in the minds of discrimin- ating people. It is being bought, everywhere, by those whose taste and means incline them to the better things. Liberty Motor Car Company Detroit ERTY SIX

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$2 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST December 6, 1919 VERYBODY’S BUSINESS Wood for By FLOYD W. PARSONS rr tog lo . VW (>) indicates, of course, Fuel that coal is far ECEN . cheaper than wood in most localities. However, there are times when the cost of asubstitute is a minor consid- eration, and one of those times may happen in the not distant future. Witha shortage of railroad cars and locomotives facing the nation and with the miners demanding a six- hour day and a five-day week, there are a lot of things more un- likely than that cutting bees will be the popular game in many wooded sections of the country this winter and next spring ing. NewSearch: lights HOUGH arti- ficial light necessary in dye manufacturing, cotton grading, eme color printing, paper manufac- ture, dentistry and Docks Illuminated by Floodlighting Projectors many other indus- tries where close rhe preparation that of dry wood. Wood that has been seasoned three matching is nece greatest recent advance in the f t increase the months has a fuel value of about 90 per cent of the thor- art of illumination is in the development of the modern | ‘ fart Is a season oug! ly easoned prod ict searchli This wonderf il new device has come to uS as tl irthermore, As to burning wood, the matter of adjusting drafts and a war necessity. It is, of course, true that we had search ‘ eT arranging the grates is not insurmountable. The chief lights before the recent world truggle commenced, but engaged u difficulty is likely to rise from the deficient ze of the fire the demands of war rushed the perfe ting of the present \ il t I box, W h troubl in be overcome by cutting the w vod light is year of pe ice would not have done. The q l¢ erned into small sticks or blocks, Contrary to popular belief, is: How can we adapt this new machine to our peacetir iuled wood there are very few coal-burning stoves and furnaces i pursults? wood cannot be burned The mpiest and most The manager of one great searchlight plar t states tl ( it! ( ‘ ! I terr etlective way to use wood in a coal furnace to coml eit auring the ints ive manufacture of these lights nt f with coal Che wood should be put in first and the coal hop for war purposes his output totaled 2475 searchlight ‘ t the crevice A coal sa f 30 101 ting a total candle power of one hundred and ‘ e effe l i fire needs fre i 7 ‘ five | If hese lights were led into a 00,000 as if ime era i i gle project f | ‘ type the one machine | | I t Ww | \ l i? r diameter; it would re- f ( 19 t 14 } 6] ‘ ea ent 10) f the beam would give ‘ ‘ A} l \ f f it a e of d one-tenth mile f Th 9000 | h the , 1 give o la ght at five and five- la I 1 ‘ ‘ furnish fror 000 t » ft mile comforta ? n at thirt; e mile It therefore evident that dry wood about 59 and sufficient light for rough work at seventy-eight miles. ‘ | ¢ i | ‘ | i If f I t ti that is desired the beam would give i ‘ ect ratio t t pecific gravy { degree of Ulumuinat at three hundred and fifty \t te Water weighs about 62 pounds a cubic foot; dry wood miles. With these ast ing figure , who can tell ‘ | ! hence the spe gravit f wood what the range of the coming searcl will actually be? s easoned is about 0.50. The presence of When the war commenced the standard searchlight was , \ etimes increase fuel value 10to12 a-sixty-inch affair of no small power. Owing to the efforts \\ | f $2.50 to $4 a l, and a_sper cer A short ton of wood contains about 500 pounds brought about by war emergency we now have a sixty- A [ hardwood or of water, 1480 pounds of wood substance and 20 pounds of inch searchlight that weighs only one-tenth as much as et f sof laday. These figure t Every pound of water combined in wood requires the prewar light. It costs only one-third as much, is he ( gy the n four-foot lengtl 1108 units of heat to evaporate it. However, the heating thirteen per cent more powerful, and consists of one hun t ew ean be produced, Ordi power of a given quantity of green wood is not sofar below dred parts as agains: several thousand parts for the old “ f $300 to $600, dependingsor that of the same wood after it has been dried. design. It is much stronger and can be produced in less e of the saw. Many farmer Only about 5 per cent of all the wood used as fuel is than one-fourth the time required to produce the earlier ‘ ractors, and the consumed in the industries, the remaining 95 per cent model. Its fabrication has been so simplified that no t twould being burned for domestic purposes. It would be silly to special tools are needed in its manufacture. \s to the expense of iggest that wood fuel can be utilized f illy to remedy the Outside the source of light the important feature of the der 1 pe t bles that rise f periodic coal but it modern searchlight is the m or reflecting surface, L) ) i exaggeration t it the more univé ng which must have a consistent curve, no part of its surface of wood w 1 affor d relief departing perceptibly from the optical conditions required. N | ‘ t | par gy wood fuel There i no certainty that the coal ir du try will be When we remember that the | it source at the focus is i] ‘ ‘ rhe best time for wholly free of labor troubles in coming months; it t, the only a few inches from the mirror, whereas the reach of é ind summer. Most kinds of reverse situation appears more likely. Many an industrial the light beam projected may be miles away, it is readily ‘ e or tent to sea thoroug! but plant and many a community could tide overgan emergency seen that we are working on a very short arm of a very e comn ecies of fora couple of weeks if there were only a neat pile of wood long lever. It follows that when any light rays are uc » per cent 90 day wcked in the back yard. Under good conditions two curately reflected this error is certain to lead to a highly ie of about 80 pe ent of cords of wood will furnish the heat equivalent of about one Continued on Page 44

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SS — = — . — — () / ( ven fo ft D THE SATURDAY EVENING POST sn eussnthane oe adil he ‘Hundredth ‘hashing Shyead “OTHER has an X-Ray eye; she seems to see through the warp and woof of any garment. Sometimes I think she has a personal acquaintance with every basting thread, even to the hundredth,” said Constance Ward to the saleswoman who was pointing out the attractions of a wood brown tricotine. “Your mother, being a judge of gr od tak ring, will be enthu- siastic over this model,” replied the saleswoman. “Constance exaggerates my ability to judge,” said her mother, Const ggerat y ability to juds 1] tl ' “but I do insist upon something more than texture and style. / but I d t uf thing than text 1 styl \ garment should retain its lines ‘after the dew is rubbed off.” | “Good pressing sells many a suit,” agreed the saleswoman “Then after the look of freshness departs, the collar begins to ‘hike’ in the back; the lapels lose their shape; the lining sags below the edge of the coat; the sleeves twist every which way.” “ve often had that experience before I learned to look beyond the ‘outer skin’ of a garment and to think about the workmanship and materials beneath,” commented Mrs. Ward. Turning back the collar of the coat to show the Printzes label, the saleswoman said: “The great thing in a Printzess garment —the thing that di tinguishes it from all others —is the wonderful foundation. It would surprise you to know the hundreds of basting threads and careful shaping necessary to produce the beautiful cyrve of the bust and the set of the collar. A Printzess always k - well and keeps its shape even after months of wear. I get real joy in rec ommending them.” Isn't it comforting, when purchasing a coat or suit, to have the assut that “the hidden things” are as they should-t the n | all-wool ifically tested, the foundation carefully designed, deftly shaped, stitch killfully taped Kili ily tad} You cannot trust your eyes alone for all these thu But 4 can tru Printzess label. It is a pledge of a great artistic institution that the garment ts the highest standards of juality and of “distinction 11 I 2 , , ' Let us send you the name of the Printz lealer in your town THE PRINTZ BIEDERMAN CO CLEVELAND Pat New ¥ Prinizess DISTINCTION IN DRESS MADE IN _ USA yen OS. Caan Printess wr) DISTINCTION IN DRESS |S REG U.S PAT OFF

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+4 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Continued from Page 42 t f int p t The new method of netallic mirrors instead of the gla . é f the ggest advance in é ¢ es re ered by our

ponds, hockey, curli: yg ar 1 skatir g rir } the flood] ghtir g projector Is part ilarly useful, because t provides a pow-

erful light and obviates the necessity of numerous poles, which act as dar gerous obstructior As colored gelat screens can be used in conjunction with the floodlighting projector pectac ilar effects can also be obtained. The recent history of searchlight development teache forcibly one great truth which I will attempt to interpret by asking a question: What would be the marvelous ad- arts if all our concentrated stress vancements in present-day methods and d to the am

industries were now thought that of war necessity? subject

to a few things ur r the que ye who fear that we have recor was directs

yn will pro- led our » The answer to this hope for th progress in most industrial line vide maximum oO as Moisture and Comfort

()* ALL prodigal thing ire pe ips the most wasteful Pe ple who foreve i Leave it to Na- ture” are no better than the ones who travel as side ature fakers partners to atest tube. There are as many nz

as there are drug cheats. Fifty years ago we could go out in our back yard, dig a well and get » water, We can’t do that in big towr t N is often neces to lay our pipes fo or fifty m back into the mountains in order to get an uncontaminated water ipply. r'housands of schools, factories and offices do not need an artificial ventilating system because they contain rooms where the space per occupant ample, the window area is adequate, there are no ex essive noises outside and the urrounding air is sufficiently clean to breathe. Then there are other buildings where the opposite conditions exist. Windows occur only on one side of the roon , partitions divide the space into small areas where air circulation is surround the building and from near-by window ventilation impossible, disturbing noises t industrial plants. he outside air is contaminated by the fume In this latter case becomes impossible and mechanical means must be ad ypted, Air conditions are controlled by the following factors: Dust, bacteria, carbon dioxide, odors, air motion and ist Me- space per and h chanical ventilatior irable when the occupant is less than 800 cubic feet and when the window area is k 12 per cent of the floor area. The mere act of providing an adequate air supply ra small part of the ventilating problem. The real job to get proper distribution of the air, to maintain correct wet- bulb temperatures and eliminate dust, bacteria and odors, To judge air by using a dry-bulb thermometer is wrong, for the dry-bulb temperature does not determine comfort, nay and mo imidity. t important—temperature becomes de s than

December 6, 1919 iculous to assume that a fan and a system of ducts provides a proper ventilating equipment. Such an installation is simply a arrangement for blowing heated air into a closed Furthermore, it is r cted wit yeater conne

rage person has not yet grasped the vital impor- tance of humidity in the air we breathe. For every degree of temperature and velocity of air motion there is a proper degree of relative humidity. If the air contains too little humidity-—-moisture—then the rate of heat loss from the body by evaporation becomes too rapid and a sensation of When there is an excess of humidity retarded evaporation, which produces a feeling of us irritation and enervation. Authorities differ slightly in their opinions as to the proper atmospheric conditions for schools, offices and factories, but the popular

chilliness is produced.

there

nervt belief favors a temperature of about 68 degrees with a One experie! eed ob- relative humidity of 52 per cent. server advocates the maintenance of a wet-bulb tempera ture of not In this connection it should be remembered that as the temperature advances humidity should be decreased, and less than 57 degrees. above 68 degrees the cae won I ther rds. we should keep the he vice versa. n otner words, we should Keep the heat balance stable. One state commission on ventilation found that in the the s<« the temperature in

winter months by reducing classroom from 78 degrees to 68 degrees the capacity of the children for work was ine 35 per cent. In effect-

reduction the investigator

ing this large temperat increased the humidity in proper proportion and the chil- dren were no less comfortable. During the war, when we

had to conserve coal, it was brought home to us forci that we should feel warmer at a temperature of 64 or 68 degrees with a 50 per cent humidity than we would at a

much higher temperature with a very low humidity. | now, when the war is over, we can still save dollars in our fuel bills by paying Let us see what happens when we attempt to heat air to the point of comfort in the winter months. If the out side atmosphere is zero and the humidity 50 per cent the attention to this same idea. air contains one-quarter grain of moisture a cubic foot

and would have to be heated to a temperature of from After being heated to such a temperature the air would have left a humidity of only two per cent, whicl tion of great dryne would be responsible for the high temperature necessary to comfort. The average winter temperature in our Easter States is about 35 degrees and the humidity about 60 per cent. To make this air comfortable we must heat it to 80 degrees, for in warming it up we decrease the humidity to about 22 per cent. ‘se examples indicate plainly how 1ecessary it is to add moisture to our heated indoor air in the winter time if we would avoid the high temperatures that are necessary to comfort but are to 90 degrees to be made comfortable. 1 condi

LA eve ra have to be t pe | t W t we are terested In v W in use this perfected device in our rie Perhay tne 1 t interesting use to , © SF eing put at present is In ‘ f ne landing fields for the ( ay " ght as well as for ' ' | ise of high-intensity f f ene ting Tog i guiding beacons for e tne 1d ry g given cor iderable | ‘ ‘ ( hat as a result of their experie ‘ " levelop a searchlight power to} } fog, a feat w h at present " t ‘ ess! ‘I I 1 standard method of g A t earchlight is to ‘ \\ ‘ " ed night flying idea fe r ne ( In addition i ght ‘ g | iced I tallat or \ gy the new peace mercial developments of ed structure and operated from a point he ‘ eing ited | telephonic com f itside of different places, In t the beam { the ement of a handle ir ‘ ind f the operator. T) valuable in protecting ‘ i ve t rather than a number of smaller r | ble I ghting ita her name f ea t The sess of t war | ¥ a le e of tloodlighting for commercial lustrial } pose pecial luring the period of strikes and riot ugh wl h we Vv are pa vv Industrial plants and \ men must be tected through the night from those who ler the e« r of dar ‘ *ek to destroy. The i inding f¢ ‘ the ay cl yr a ind the dark place the yards must be iminated to increase the ial distance of the ] g tore Well-lighted yards i prevent accident ind tend to 1 rease the speed of transportatio Contractors are w being called upon to do a large amount of construct wor at night ich requires a low-priced and dur e floodlighting unit Floodlighting projectors with their convenie mou g and capability f illuminating barge irea iTt particula well idapted for tl cla of wor Mar thousand of these projector 1 ised where A K 1 be i d everal ib have ilread pted the floo ‘ ght if h 1 portsme vho have pa pated mee vheret} light wa Isec claimed that the made a good ‘ they did tne 1a rr if ; bye ‘ } r i f at the Hoosier Cla f he Peru G Club, Peru, Ind i vhere fl ght a} ‘ { ire used for ip hoo x 1 cw re 0 d wi se | t ‘ { ti I ri et ! e out of ij eone fiu dred lay target were | Ke t iighting W carnival pageant outa eX] Lobog

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at the same time so enervating. Physiciansagree that a lack of hu- midity in our liv- ing and working the ons thing rooms is important that makes the air in these weakening and un- healthful. One series of i! tests i the schools of a rooms large city showed that during Jan uary and February the percentages of humidity in the classrooms varied from 8 to 20 per cent, which result is quite interesting in view of the fact that the humidity of the Desert of Sahara is 30 cent. The seri of ills that accom- pany such air con- ditions are numerous to men- tion. These room had mechanical ventilation without humidification. Window ventila- tion could nothave been worse and might have been better. per too

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be ise it would ther f ow The THE SATURDAY EVENING POST December 6, 19/9 ZT lillg DOWNFALL OF AUN UPLIFT { the combination title 1B BOC) \ lO BOIS of speculative speed. But of many called few were ( riod of American belle 2) VW O C It, D chosen, and Baltus generally saw his fondest hopes linger in the byways and the hedges. All this might ILLUSTRATED BY ERNEST FUHR have been winked at, but it was Daisy’s sacrifice that got them at Elkanah’s. She was twenty-eight. Bal- tus was forty-seven. She was cherubic, chic, divine iataiaiaiiniatia He was rotund, pusillani mous and approaching the sear and yellow. Still, after the first shock was over, the consensus of opinion was that she might have married Baltus be cause of his splendid good nature, for the smile of Baltus was w holesome and benigr . It usually commenced at a point near his baby dimples. From thence it flirted with the corners of his mouth, after which it twinkled for a moment it his brown eyes and finally drifted in witching waves towerd the hairl« stretches of a bald zone During the early hour of the evening at Elkanah’ speculation concerning the marriage was rife, but wit! each departing guest the conversation waned, until Louie the philosophic was alone with his gloom, for the hours of darkness were those in which the sur hone for the denizens of the place and the oil wells of Texas were spouting in the neighborhood of Longa re Square At eleven-thirty Loui was preparing to depart when he was saluted by a laughing voice which said, ‘**Louie, congratulate u It was Mrs. Baltus \ Keuren, with the happy bridegroom just behind her ““Were you surprised?” sne asked, sinking Into a chair “Very much so, I car » you,” replied Louie the tiniest bit of ashes from his cigarette with the grace of a Russian prince, “We have another sur prise for you, haven't we, Baltus dear?” ‘““We sure have,” replied faltus, releasing a witch- ing wave. “What is it?” asked Louie, nervously searching for more ashes with which to maintain his nonchalant pose. “We are going to the country Guri “The devil!”’ exclaimed Louie. “No the chickens and Lima beans! You know the cottage stuff. Do you get it, Louie? We are through with the gum shoes and the finger prints. Honest! ‘You said it! Us for the sunsets!” Louie simply stared in astonishment. What did it all mean? What was the compelling motive behind this change of heart? What strange force had been playing upon the mind of the woman? Even as a mathematician might have sharpened his pencil over a new theorem, so \ 1) \I I HH of ’ . ef ‘t } ‘ f eff ip rhe ! yar of id w } bibulou ‘ J ° had ! t ted ‘ of a bei ed heave Chat w ad Sy urd l of .roya had plored he i ! ! had | hed “ might we oe t} ! | uosf I her in thet | i Tie Neverthele me where in Spa ere re par nh grandee wt ! the lobe of | right ear i New York and¢ law hyif { decorat ver | left eye in ado ng i that Dai erself had hasth carved dete f cert well-ce ed p ciple he ¢ tertained cerning the ond tota man who might ll himsevf gentler Dai mod ern acquiring pre is olter ! the t | ject i spec i e deba | | the habitué f ft | kanal wine ellar i must bri sulted char | ber tucked awa inder a broad tretel f econd | Aver idewall } Even so, not one of the | immber had eve educed her method to blue ‘ print teri | versit Louie the si bearded esthetic { ‘ 1 Ave w- had ventured the rtion that he ee ted upon he tl t nehronize the p * il moment with the ve t touct La ‘ 1 ly musical conte ed that ne's aptitude i MW the EF , © al wa n t mat ie ter of being able f¢ " it tl pro ‘ A cle wl t Pr ° “ . ; Isn't He the Stupid Darting?"* She Gurgted What a Booful Nose Him Has, and Such Sitky Ears! imphed tha ‘ toe Really He is Superb! Where Did You Get Him?" finger pat { twill me fro . n th tt " \ t hu egre f a vy a gentlema ti | Ye gods— Baltus the be p! So named because of | wit ea rT | early career as bell boy 1 t gone-but-not-forgotten hotel Am I right, Baltus?”’ In pa ‘ ( ded it Louie himself of lower Manhattar had be f 1) hand—an ardent, pre ‘ Could anything have been more shocking? Why, he was \itor the last of the gold-brick gentry——a species that had ; Now ‘ t l e was disc ing w crawled into the textbooks along with the Aztees and the had t at il table near the monster wine dodo birds! True, in his day Baltus had sold enough of | W ‘ ere came one Nathar these golden units to pave the Bowery But alas, there righ I \ A in astounding piece of were fewer fatted kine roaming the wildwood! In later years he had turned his attention to those exciting co tests wherein the horse lends his noble legs in the interest Louie sharpened his wits over the psychological problem he knew was lurking behind this reformation, for Louie’s (Continued on Page 49)

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 49 \ (Continued from Page 46 **Not the whole story,”’ she answered, shaking her head. she had revealed her vulnerable side. It was sentiment mind played with human motives as a cat might toy with ‘Some of it stays right here.” that had broken her will. By sentiment she had reformed i mouse. Hence the rapidity with which he eliminated She tapped her forehead significantly. and by sentiment she would return to her former estate { Baltus as a factor. The weak, good-natured Baltus was “Start with Ernst,” suggested Baltus. It was inevitable | classified as an effect—not a cause. His admiration for “‘He means my brother. The boy had been hunting for The next day Louie received an invitation from Baltus ] Daisy would have led him to the portals of perdition as me ever since he came to New York—two years ago. He and his bride to dine with them that evening. One other adily as he was now willing to venture the imaginary found me last Sunday. Heavens, what ashock! He lo guest had been included— Daisy’s brother Ernst lelights of a rural paradise. No, it was not Baltus who like my mother. Once I had it all fixed to go back and se Louie scrutinized the youth with more than passing } ad wrought this change. Whatever the cause, Baltus was _ her, but those small towns get you—when anybody comes _ interest—a loose-jointed, long-armed boy of nineteen, who mply her anchorage. He had become her isle of safety. back like that. So I waited too long—just a few days too wore heavy shell-rimmed glasses through which he ex Louie knew the folly of putting any direct question. long. But honest—I meant to go.” amined the world with infantile sobriety Louie found Such a thing would have been contrary to the ethics of the She paused, but neither Baltus nor Louie spoke that he was accepting Ernst at his sister's valuation world to which they belonged. As he turned the problem “Nobody gives you credit for remembering, herein New inexperienced, unsophisticated and probably honest { ' over in his mind it came to him that the only possible York, but I can see that they were right back there. It all Not until the meal was nearly finished did Louie find the ; clew might revolve about some strong incident that had comes back, and I know that I’ve done the things I should boy of sufficient interest to subject him to the dissecting | roused the woman to vital memories of a peaceful past. not have done—and all that. But thank the Lord, there process he was so fond of performing. His sister had taker Her face confirmed this opinion. She had never looked are lots of things I have not done, because if I had there advantage of every opportunity to review the incidents of f quite so handsome. The harsh lines of her face had sof- wouldn’t be any cottage for Baltus or nothing like that! their early life, and like one returning from a far country tened and her eyes had lost theirfurtive, hauntedexpression. Good old Baltus!” she roamed familiar pat} here was also a musical note to her laugh; it was no She reached over and patted his hand. “Do you remember the time you built the coaster? nger shrill and daring. **But listen, Louie!” she continued. “It wasn’t se 4 he asked the youth “‘Who brou you the news?” he suddenly asked, Ernst that did it. There’s more than that. He's straight. The boy’s face lit up with a broad responsive grin as he n and honest—thank heaven for that! It wa answered the affirmative I leaning across the table. I “What news?” the news he brought when he told me that dad was gone Then Da turned to Louie t “ - I ‘The news from home,” replied Louie quietly. ». LIsure thought that some day I'd go back and see him, It had t eat he explained, “‘and I asked Ernst b ‘How did you know?” she asked, her startled tones lonest I did, Louie. I was going—some day.” how he came to build it that way. ‘So I could have a seat K giving evidence of her surprise. Again she paused and the diligent tick of Elkanah’s for 1 fr 1 Willie,’ he answered. ‘Are you going to let , “Because it is the only thing that would effect this Swiss clock but intensified the silence—a silence that him rice I asked. ‘Sure,’ said Ernst, ‘If I let him ride change. It always brings one of two things—happiness or seemed to be in keeping with the wooden smile of the he'll be glad to push me back up hill—TI ain’t going to do desperation.” bacchante carved on the head of the big wine tun. nothing but ride, I ain’t!’” f ‘You are clever!’’ she whispered. **Now you know why I married Baltus,”’ she concluded, The gleeful boisterous laugh of Ernst at the recollectio ; Louie merely shrugged his shoulders and tapped afresh ‘‘He’s gota heart, Baltus has, and lhopeI may dieifIever of Willie’s gullibility sent him to Louie’s operating table { cigarette against the table before lighting it. go back to the old game “i Here was a subject worthy of ! kill At a more cor ‘But you have not asked me to tell you about it,” she Long after Baltus and his bride had climbed the stone venient season Ernst was due for the ether contir step ding to the street Louie remained seated at hi During the remainder of the evening Louie watched the } Lou his hands with a deprecating gesture. table casionally his fingers would slip through | boy close especially when his sister spoke of his busine ij It is none of my business,”’ said he, tilting his chair black oily locks, Then he would twirl the ti | prospects and told of the em er who had been abroad backward and exhaling duplicate streams of smoke from mustache into points as sharp as a shoemaker for three 1 ths and of | t’s responsibilities during |} a his delicate nostrils. as an artist might crowd his pallet with col ibsence Perhaps it wa le that « ed the youth 4 = yet you are the only man who would under- d t of contrast, so Louie was dal to re n so \ ent, or, as Louie speculated, it ? t you a! tu ’ she observed of 1soul. For himit wasa | might be due toru 1 dittice ‘ fi ie merely inclined his head in approval the gods had offered for his refreshment. be 1 these 1 the I iW nO Occasior ae is no ob film,” she began, “‘and you won't have woman’s motives were incised by his cold logic l ach to venture ind therefore d ed Ernst and his affair » slip me the salts. I had my cry last Sunday and it was had been spitted and grilled. Strange to relate, the the moment he took his departure, for Louie seldom clut good as a trip back home.” analytical mind of Louie found naught but danger for the tered workshoy The nonessentials were quickly Here she glanced at B bride of Baltus. To him the woman’s reforn tood dumped into his 1 tal ash can. Efficie was no new “Go ahead —tell hin said. for weakness instead of streng From |} iew J e with | He planned and others ventured ‘ : rs f | } j } Ah, But She Was the Haughty Dame—JSo Exacting and Proud! Nothing Seemed Good Enough for Her

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0 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST December 6, 1919 Like an expert fire underwriter he tabulated The rest of the evening was spent in lock- Baltus made no reply. He was digging thing before in my life and I call it provi- and skillfully compiled his rates ar ing up the wise Oscars who knew the dif- into some of the srown corners of his de ntial that I should remember the figures omr " a specialist who selected ference between a harness maker’s dummy fertile brain. Beating one’s way on an_ on that ticket of mine—63487.” territories and prospects for a waiting and areal horse. Hence the elimination of express train was more or less small-town ‘“‘In that case it will be easy to settle. lientéle; in fact, a counselor who advi ed all the equine flivvers that were listed for stuff. It was — ‘aving cute little paper If I have a ticket with that number on it the criminal-minded and devised avenues the next day’s race. Baltus had alsotuned baskets in a kin lergarten and just about your fare is paid.” f retreat for those who would speed to his mind to a point of responsiveness for as e: Something like going back to a “Yes, sir,” said Baltus meekly “Td irts unknowr each and every hunch that might be coax- game a authors afte r knowing how to play sure hate to pay the second time.” During the week which followed, Louie ing for registration. The first one came at stud poker. Furthermore, Dais sy had made The conductor rapidly thumbed his tick- ent three days out of town and upon his one A.M., Just as he was boarding hissleeper. him hold up his right hand and promise ets—then thrust one toward Baltus. eturn was informed by | nah that Bal He was to ride to Saratoga in the Golden that he would square the circle—the “You win,” said he. “There it is. I tus was painful inxious to see him; in Gate. That was both auspicious and com crooked old circle in wi ich he had been apologize. "= fact, had called three time forting. The second one materialized inthe pattering for years—and dod rag it, the girl Then the conductor pas sed on and Baltus rm nformation had ircely been re form of a stoop-shouldered porter whose had tears in her eyes when she asked him! settled down in his seat. d when Baltu louched to Louie’ spinal curve suggested the luckiest of all At the same time, how was he going to ‘That’s always been my system,” he threw himself into a chair and said: omens—a hump-backed negro, The magic get round some things? There was Ernst, mused. “ Get ‘em apologizin’ and they I t crooked,” touch cost Baltus one dollar. all caked yee he bad. Why, he simply come easy. Louie’s thin lips received the soft caress Never had the smile of Baltus indulged had to get back—that was all there was to Not until they were under the star of his moist tongue and his nostrilstwitched in a more beatific frolic than when he set it. And Coogan—the big mush—see the flecked dome ofthe Grand Central Terminal th houndlike respor ene out for the track the following morning boohoo he was pulling. TheSalvation Army did these two gentlemen of fortune deigr The coaster game,” he commented, Ah, but it was good to be back on the turf! had it right when they lined upalong Times — to fraternize. In fact, they were well out or ‘Who’s pushing him uy l now?” This was the life—pennants fluttering, Square on clear nightsand sang Rescue the Forty-second Street before Baltus indulged ‘“‘He’s trimmed his b for five thou hackmen joshing and the song of easy Perishing. Yes, sir, somebody had to play inso much as asingle quirk or chuckle nd.” money in the air. trong-man parts e very now and then. “You got to hand it to your Uncle And you want mv a e about framing Right at the gate Baltus met his friend “Come on,” said Baltus, “I'll see that Baltus,’’ he observed to Coogan. his get-awa that the idea?” Coogan—Shorty Coogan, with whom he you make it.” “You said it!” exclaimed Coogan. “No. Daisy and I are nding by } had served an early apprenticeship on the “Then you got something left?” “Honest, I’m stupefied with admiration! we are going to make the amount good.”” ice-water squad of a New York hotel back *“*Yes—my nerve.”” But say—I want to ask you—does all this Louie lip curled in seorn and his darl| in the eighties. Upon arriving at the station Baltus gave come to you eas sy? face reflected cold ference “What are you playing?”’ was Coogan’s | instructions to Coogan as follows: “It’s a gift,”’ said Baltus. Ther } lo yu me to me?” |} first questior “Stand over near that ticket window “‘Of course it must be, because it ain’t narled, ‘“‘What is it you want?” Baltus drew out the list he had prayed innocent like--and spot some gent buying in reason to suppose that you can rub the “You have staked me before. I want over-—-one that had been compiled from a ticket for New York. Then tag right lamp or jump on the rug every time you ou to do it now.” an age-weight-and performar ce dictionary. after hin Fix it Oo you get into the want something.” ‘Why not sacrifice the cottage—the love If that sure-thing combination went wrong, moker if you can—right into the same “Oh, I don’t know—what do you crave?”’ dream cottage that goes with the country then the moon was liable toslip any minute. eat with him. We got to work this from the **T could eat,”’ said Coogan. tuff?" It was a list that had been plumb-lined, front end. And say~-melt that frozen “Come on, I'll buy you a good dinner.” We have. It n't much—t t fety-valved and clocked toa hair. It wa face of yours! You can’t do anything witl A few minutes later they entered a res- and dollar Thatw all we had. Er cr gigged and machine-added—and ar a map of grief on you like that. Nowlisten, taurant which r: from street to street, boss drew on him from Eu e for that man who played it would win, even though this is import ant you got to get the num- and took places at a table near the door amount and he « t have » we he lost I it gent’s t et. Tell hi t The repast which followed totaled three ered th draft ( ive on to on e back of it and it it d lars and eighty cents. Fine! Ther rt ‘ ‘ ch of le | iid har out exce baggage or ing ** How are you going to pay for it?”’ asked No, we need three t more, and i | like t The minute you pipe rure Coogar we've got to have it by nex 1esda Phe de it ‘ asked 1 e for the rear end of the train. Start “Well, I figure that we will mingle with ! trimmed the ‘ ints f the injured I before the conductor commences to collect t e departing guests until we get to within thousand. The rest of it has got to be there “Car horses, wooden legs, feed ce tickets. You will find me wai rin about four tables of the lady cashier on the when his boss lar next we ‘ rs.” t last hat t for you. other end. Then you are to do just as I tell You want me to advance t ee thou “How long 3 1 been up here?” que - “With a ticket for me?” gasped Coogan. you.” and dollar tioned Baltu “That's what I sail! ng now, “Two cups of coffee,”’ said Baltus to the “Ves,” “Since Monday, and I know, List« little man, but get that number for me or waiter as they sat down for the second “You have as much chance as a snowball how much you got?” I'll be counting the ties.” time “Neither one of us is suffering muc! in the Sahara—no!” ‘Three hundred.” As soon as the train drew in they sepa- from hunger.” Baltus listened in silence and now Louis “Put it all on Golden Kate rated — Coogan going forward tothesmoker, With the last gulp Baltus turned to leaned across the table and beat out the “Golden Gate!" exclaimed Baltus, his Laltus boarding the last « } The first Coogan words to the tap of his fountain per eyes popping move of the latter was to he full ‘Now for the finish,”” he whispered “Tell Dai for me, I'm glad the kid Baar Kate! Say, she never touches the length of the aisle: then he w led about Come ont” went crooked It will show you fly-l track all the way round. Most won-der-ful and retraced } te Upon this return steppl ip to the cashier’s desk he paid night reformers that you can't cut with the forms 1 eves aw—and say, the little hump- _ trip he cautious! iunced at each hat that his check and directly thereafter they were old game just because you have had a good backed coon th: at ride yo ete wizard !”’ held a ticket, a about milway picked out on Forty-third Street ery. And as for you—this will be a chance The ebony jockey with tl npback out a male passenger who was seated next “That beats me!” exclaimed Coog to show what good you are, Your bride settled it for Baltus. el in all his life to the aisle with a bit of pa teboard nea ly “H yw did you do it on twenty cents oe will appreciate it, or perhaps’’— Louie in had there been a hunch like this. tucked in his hatband. Baltus saw the *That’s all I paid—just a check for ty wo dulged in a wicked shrug of his thin shoul They had to P lace their money on the words, ‘‘ New York.” cups of coffee. I got the one for three = ders —“‘ Daisy herself will decide to rustle jump. Then—zip, they were off! That was good enough for him. The lars and eighty cents in my pocket ad for the coin.” It was the mos t spectacular start Baltus next instant he lost his footing and fell now, old pal, I’m going to be as busy as a Good nature alone might not have re- had ever witnessed. He howled with joy. heavily against this particular male pas- hen with one eye. So long!’ trained Baltus from making just one effort There were no words in the English lan senver. It was a most unfortunate bump But alas, Baltus had no sooner bid his to mar Louie’s Oriental beauty, but the guage fit fo cribe Kate's speed. She wa for the gentleman’s hat, asitrolledintothe friend good night than the reaction came! rejected suitor’s spite pleased him. It took the steam that hits your before you aisle and under one of the seats. He was no longer under tensicn. It had away the sting of his refusal, and tickling hear the a ist le Glory rnst wa “Dash me for a clumsy boob!” ex been fine to play swashbuckling parts before mirth was furnishing medicine for Baltus, covered and the money was in the bank! claimed Balt is he rushed to pick up the the applauding Coogan, but now that the ‘Not a cent!” continued Louie. “You Daisy would love her Baltus for this!, hat — brushing it - meanwhile with hi curtain was down and the lights out it was have gone soft — both of you, A fine chance It was a romp to the quarter and at the sleeve, after which he placed it tenderly different. That three thousand dollars I'd be taking to get anything back. Where half it honestly lool ked foolish to take the upon the mi = head. “Stranger, IT apolo- where was it tocome from? Perhaps Louie do you expect to raise it?) From the chick money. Then giz aid Baltus, flashing his old gold- might have relented by this time. At any ens or the lima beans? Good-by—one of Something happened brick smile. rate, why not make one final effort in that my men is waiting to talk business,” Just what, neither Baltus nor Coogan “Don’t mention it—no damage, I can quarter? Baltus knew that the interview was over. knew. No one can tell very much about assure you,” was the courteous reply. If the attempt failed there were other He might have renewed his appeal, but the this calamity stuff from the gran ds stand, The next moment Baltus was on his way methods of raising three thousand —meth- man in waiting was one of Louie’s agents One thing was certain, there was trouble in forward. He met Coogan in the third ods that were more or less age ae but then a runner who carried Louie’s instructions Kate’s immediate vicinity—a Selon sing coach. desperation seldom stops to quibble over to what was ostensibly a respectable estab- commotion in which some of her hos se “*Got that number?” he asked. financial details. lishment on Fifth Avenue. It was owned friends remained with her in a rough-and- ““Sure—63487.” Twenty minutes later Baltus ente ps by the secretive Louie, though he never tumble mess of race-track wreckage. “Fine! Here's a ticket for you.” Elkanah’s wine cellar and encountered : went there, and through it he disposed of “Well,” said Baltus as they came through “Tow did you get it?” asked the mysti- most frigid reception. There was not even certain wares and merchandise—especially the gate with some of the mourners, ‘‘you fied Coogan. so much as a nod of recognition from Louie, fur that came to him through under- got me into this and it is going to set you “Knocked a gent’s hat off and copped who was seated in his accustomed place ground channel back some on mileage, as 1am broke. You the ticket that was sticking in the hatband talking to one of his agents. On the table As Baltus climbed from Elkanah’s wine will have to buy mea ticket for New York. while I was fumbling for it unser a seat. before them was a folded sheet of tissue cellar to the Second Avenue sidewalk his - I only got twenty cents.” Beat it—here comes the cond ictor!”” 5 paper and upon it there were several dia- ketchy grin expanded to a finished smile, ‘Il was just going to ask you to do as Then Baltus sank into a near-by seat: monds. He was thinking of the lie he had told much for me,” said Coogan, “Tickets!”’ chirped the con duc tor a mo- A significant gesture on the part of Louie Louie the statement that two thousand **Do you mean to tell me that you are me nt later. was enough to cause the agent to glance dollars was all they had. Thank heaven, flat?” questioned Baltus. “You got mine, cld top,” said Baltus. apprehensively at Baltus—then si j there was a lifth Avenue bank in which “I couldn’t board a trolley.” “I gave it to you in the smoker. wrap up the diamonds and slip the tissue five hundred dollars rested to the credit of Baltus did some quick thinking. If he “Look here, my friend, you probably are packet into his vest pocket. Baltus Van Keuren! Thisaccount to Baltus were able to take the next express the day not aware of it, but in collecting tickets The alert mind of Baltus grasped the was a white shirt of respectability—his one would be gone by the time he reached the I carefully scrutinize each man that passes situation at once. Louie was staging one of clean touch with legitimate finance, and so city. At best there were but two days in’ me, and I am positive that not a single his “sales” of spurious diamonds-——a game far as the bank officials knew he might be which to raise three thousand dollars passenger has done so since we pulled out which involved the fleecing of the ine xpe as honest as an alderman. Saturdayand Monday. In additiontothis, of Saratoga.” rienced, especialiy credulous women who ‘I'll draw three hundred and play the — by every ruling of the unwritten race-track “Well,” said Baltus with one of his were transient guests of New York hotels ponies,”’ said Baltus to himself upon reach- law, it was up to him to stand by the kindly-old-gentleman smiles, “it just hap- a confidence game in which paste diamonds ing the corner. “‘Something tells me that financially busted Coogan. pens that I was fussing with my ticket up took the place of green goods and in which I'll find a welcome on the mat at Saratoga.” **Ain’t it awful!” wailed Coogan. “I’m there in the smoker before you came along genuine stones were only used for the pur- Then he went to his bank—the Para-_ goin’ right off into afever—Iam. Honest, and took it away from me. You know pose of baiting the victim. mount Trust Company—and drew the I’ m Lew se-fleshin’ all over. Say—it’s ter just amusing myself foolish like; sat there Baltus despised the game and the men money, as that institution was open for 1 >and I'd be all ritht, Iv ould, if I could 1 r up the figures on the blame thing. who worked it. It was part of Louie’s plan business each Thursday until nine P. M. once get back to New York.’ Don’t remember ever having done such a i \ b & Continued on Page 53

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 51 REA is your BEST food } — eat more of it we OS ' fe ia uJ 4 { se Cease bewailing the high cost of living! } ] BREAD, the wholesome — ag . BREAD, the nutritious — f i) is also ‘ i BREAD, the economical. : q Weight for weight, calory for calory, 8 } Bread costs less than any other food—and : : ; . hi every crumb is full of nutriment. There is H ' ro waste. ~ 4), Py i} Eat more of this health-building, : , muscle-making, energy-creating food—and SAVE on your food bills.

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Wonseam Shoes are made in either black or chocolate for boys. Also for men and little gents $4 to $8 a Pair THE SATURDAY EVENING POST PATENTED and Tongue 0, “That one-piece upper is certainly a great idea” Wonseam It's a special, patented feature shoe. Tongue, quarter and vamp all in one piece. No seams to rip or leak. Tongue can't pull out. A great shoe for boys, be- cause it stays out of the repair shop—wears like iron. That means a big reduction in shoe bills. PATENTED AND REGISTERED SHOES Won’t Rip You might expect that a shoe like this—built for hard service long wear would be tiresome to the feet. Ex- actly the opposite is true. Your boy will say it’s the best- looking, most comfortable shoe he ever had on. proved by Government experts to be Made on the army last the most natural last ever discovered it does not cramp or distort the feet, but givesithe freedom necessary for easy walk? ing and allows the m to grow naturally as they should. Wonseam Shoes are made of the finest materials throughout. Sol ind heels are thick and serviceable. Over the toe there ' are two thicknesses of leather The single seam is reinforced with a full-length ; leather backstay and three rows of stitching. That seam won't rip because it runs up and down with the strain. Take your boy to a dealer and let him try on a pair of Wonseams. He'll say it's the shoe he wants, and you'll know it's the shoe he ought to have. But insist on Wonseam. Look for that name on the sole of the shoe. Please tell us your dealer's name if he doesn’t happen to have Wonseam Shoes in stock—and let us know size desired. Then we'll see that you get a pair immediately. W. H. Griffin Company — Manchester, N. H. December 6, 19/9

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like the one now con- in some first-class hotel he weal ess of certain pets. To have a higl int leash was aimos Ll as

good as al ictior some cases and the King Cl pa ie] sprawling at the feet of the } man proclaimed him to be “one of the hotel flossies,” as Baltus called them ly of remaining longer was now ey »B hew H wever ac} not seem a! to ha ne ghbort od In fact f hed t e corner DV a series of loafing ent f found a place of « ent in one of the dark doorwa v point of vantage he did not re til I *3 man emerged ul f t T t to stalk the outh

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n ning at « TI t nicht it ; t al +t ie f nd ty I t i Vi Baltus,’ t ( her aep t “* Are ] ‘ y ¢ ove lerful! Y« Pell me nat " n bat act int t *“*But you one of the r Months ago beater | nk this The |} f ” she Wi i I don't ' I pic

Balt \ i t you ter. It ext time ea! All of w Fiftieth Stree t ot comed wherein there

f re he possesst l r | tion for an) However, dire neces- him to capitalize his il if i reac ed t t entered one of its I realize that , the or tur But even s¢ Baltus tem ed. 1 to visit the baggage One of } cronies from ] + employed there. A f ( eou nfor the it \ the dog un There was, how fs beyond the fact £ ( ind that ¢ h e aired | King ¢ it bride of B tened } t the i ed her emotior nature ‘ I did not: eal ( ou nd I’m loving e eve minute. You are id ft t i Kept r hap tha if I isa t it doesn’t t ea | it me ere to-mor no i int Trust Cor ¢ no » fur? h the yu re wor ( e ( ndex 4 a”) ! t ni + ‘ + ° e able to oper hat ng your its a nat ( Sin the ou r ‘ of brir gia Sa Frat », and ‘ e the harder they ‘ tye t } e rn } t i ind ther er now mu I ne t of } ty Le e it a rell n ay e he sent Eve time ) et r ’ my ert 1 would decide , ¢ 99 tlams - t ne t Tt eT r , r { a * i he nderto } uy ure aiding ' ? A i t ‘ I ( re ] 1 ada! ef » good that I'm to ’ lent ‘ f \ r mort yn THE SATURDAY

‘les spaniel. He was a Turkish- ned-looking youth and waslipping his cigarette with the air of a Hungarian

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It was adamp morning and the were sweating at every pore—a lavalike | idewalks

Almost be ] I ab] oman sat down by le of his spaniel and had taken it in her arms. vy shions y

To the youth she was a vision of rare 1 a gracious, charming lady of

about the sweetest specimen of n auty he had seen since leaving San Francisco. She knew a good dog, too, t when she saw one. And as for class—why, lress trail right through the mud ' erested! Didn’t seem to care she let her ¢

she was so int about it either. 't he the stupid darling?”’ she gur- 1 nose him has, anc heissuperb! Where

did you get him‘ “Brought him from the Coast,” replied ung ma the

get along?” OSU @S @asy as se ny | DY parace tw eal ered I am truly thankful,” said use something has happened » been aw ay. been } employe | iny ! 1 he is more than anxi to get "iy Allr pull down the hade! We will make an appraisement of our assets.”’

rogether they opened the tissue-wrapped

packet and examined the diamonds it « tained ‘We are stung!” said Baltus. ‘* There not more than twenty-three hundred dol- lars’ worth of stones here—and we need three thousand.” For several minutes they simply stared at each other. Had all their wor for naught? Twenty-three hundred 1 to the two hundred that Baltus still had left in the Paramount Trust Company made a total of twenty-f They were | short five ! Where was tt yme from? Baltus lit his pipe. Daisy stared out into thed nal courtyard adjoining the r apart ment Thus the ained for fully ten minute Then Baltu the flicker of a smile pl over | fe ature Even as he] é t expande i he laughed aloud

yout?”’ asked Baltus

I know how I am going to rais@ the five hundred,” she. replied. au did you would say no. It is one of those fool ideas that come once in a lifetim mething I must work alone.” 4 worried look came into Baltus’ face ‘Get rid of it!” said his wife It will ‘ give you wrinkles, and besides that a 8 e the wr ng thought. Louie i y to furr tl five hundred nobody eisé So cneer ap!” Louie!” ‘Yes, it will be like accepting a wedding ent from him i little gift from Louie to Baltus and his bride. So don’t ask any questions now. Let me alone and do just as I req t of all turn these stones

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this ban! you Iw I count the! \ ; The cash retur he d ta through the medium | A Baltus « rru ( posed of them, netted ty do nore ha than he expected itwa ‘ Do ¢ | to open the new ac t with twe thre ’ t t \ hundred and fifty d | i “Introduce me as M Jar A the Durir ) t} tive request of Daisy uy } ur t the refused to 2 rust company—“ Mrs. Ja Jarva the manager ‘ t sounds good.” demonstratior f ho had re i! j ( t I t i tor what » " It’s ¢ ' ; 1, Balt , t O. K ‘ th the P ( I " par Was clez \ \ i fie ( i introduction of a new Und ; As on as the f i ‘ er eit ! Daisy drew a che f me yr f ‘ | aollar m ing 1t J et ( ‘ that is, to the orde f MM J J t-1 ‘ l sne aiso t t pre < if wa ] g the ‘ H f the I I iutor } ( ‘ e spot 7 \ ‘ J no t r ‘ t ‘ ile ' l A blue \ 7 j | ' eto goalithew i t ght t | ( 1 we ) ned i ) ! e | with a car that looked like ar md I en’tt h t It might have ed! t it of a full-page DD but I magazine advertisement Furthermore ‘ : ; l evervt ; was chauffeured | N il Jap v | | f 1 braid on } torn eve t e } We ‘ Some boat! ip is sh ! ‘ ‘ t it ‘ | ! Then she turned to B Meet ( at the bar (ie t ( ! It was a blaze é f I I hot up Fifth Avenue ( '

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- Seeihinie a yur Chr I r ning at! ; , ‘ ilg even ‘ ” i Bey 1 he roing to ’ i ae mot and } n webs — ; , » through the ‘ 1 time for fift I don’t suppose that ne for the emotional 2s st a vell keep my ” ro down * , | ceaptire- h it was down,” | Tha © onl i man, ' ; ‘ I i Wha un —climax?™” oe to 1 for him?” THE SATURDAY “Certain How can we drop the cur- tain without having Louie on the stage?”’ She had taken up the telephone and was ealling for Elkanah’s wine cellar “Who is it?” asked Louie gruffly over se s Daisy. | want to ask you, Louie you come up?” Daisy! Certainly, I will be in twent minutes there are-free Louie who made his way uptown, not a thing on his mind but anti Perhaps there was a beautiful row on between the new bride and might |} decided to ask his a jaunty, ¢ Ipation have advice. Well, he would see. And see he did as he entered their apart- ment! Not discord, but bli in evidence. Baltus was lounging on a couch shirt Daisy was seated at a table of money in front of her. ‘Louie,” she said, “‘you robbed,.”’ rroor he groom ( 3s seemed to be in his sleeves smoking a pipe. with all kinds have been EVENING POST ‘Not me,” said Louie with a resounding laugh that made him shake like a bow! of gelatin. ““Oh, yes, you have! Here is twenty- three hundred and fifty dollars I took from the little San Francisco man at eight o’clock this morning and here is five hundred more they gave me at your Fifth Avenue shop just before noon. They were kind enough to let me have a garment, worth ven hundred dollars, which you can take back witl Louie—there is a good deal more to all this than appears on the surface, but you are hardly the kind of man that would understand. The first part you know all about—that relates to the down- fall of an uplift. But this finish—the uplift of a downfall—you would never be able to comprehend. That will be about all, Louie. Oh, yes, there is one thing I forgot: You can frame the twelve-hundred-dollar check that will come back on Monday marked ‘Nofunds.’ Keep it asa little souvenir from Baltus and Daisy to Louie.” also about se you Vidlg YEAR IN SP IIE out-of-door man of America f him eems R tohea ! elf more and more Let t say it-ol-d man, but out of-door pet 1 Me women and children ‘ 4 t i to the open road ir 191 is marked with extraord! hange game legislation and bya 1 stitte ip of s« ment in regard ; } \ | té f the porting ( t {f Am i I irrent year, ' r i t extrac inary epoct Vie ithe ) demand than tne | j {i the | i ( heet ve have rbada Ihe entire cou t out of doors last mmetr The me da of peace and the ne in { indust 1} unrest seem to have had an unsett g effect on the peoplk ihey did not tt rk, they wanted to pia ind they did play in greater number than ever was the case in our history. The entire yuntr ipparentiy was waiting for me ng to happer here was a sort of hurry and strain about it all. None tl lk prett much all America went out of door ind it seer to be rather a safe prop tion that it 1 going to continue to go nut ia ! reandt re Ina elihood the returned soldier had er ' htod h tl is well as tl end { the i ! Alwa ilter a yreat war there i tain cha nm tne life ol people and part of this change nea aiwa l Vi ngnes to settle dow tl i humdrum of life Mi vho have been living out of doors, no mat i nfortabl eem to rebel it ft t rt y indoor for any ‘ | “ I There ha been no great ba ind movement on t pa ret ! rs, n t of whom - back to the citic but Lier ‘ t i pronou! | ‘ b t! pen road Ihe ' fens i tl vuntry l rt { t Hlowe t t ngs may be, ho one pred i « tremendou port tra I { i { 19ly Wi " | inken sail lve " ty it t ‘ ‘ ‘ vat t y yl ! I N I badly thi ught not ‘ ! i mal attitude but certan ‘ il phenomenon for | An i has been tremendously ' ! enda red | ' ‘ f } ip itor “iwi g that mere motoring twelf ‘ ified as a sport of the i l'o ar redible extent the Americar ‘ wer it of doors in motor cars last mimer, whethe anply for the ake of yong ‘ ewhere or tor the purpose of port with rod and gun The average American does not realize with what rapidity the cheap motor car is wiping out American t with rod and gun. We have never had i i ney ¢ yually destructive national parks was heavier ' ‘ ring the season of 1919 than had ever At least I found such the case round Yellowstone Park and before been known to be By Emerson hlougln the adjacent country, three months. Tourists came into Yellow stone Park literally in thousands—a thou sand in a day, five thousand in a week, fifty thousand in a and a vast percent age of the increase was due to the individ- ually owned car. People came from all over the United States in their own cars--came and droves. There were like phe- nomena of enormous outdoor travel in all the sporting regions of the entire country. where I spent two or season in flocks From more than six million sporting Americans there was formulated a demand for sport, open country, wild life, life un- der canvas, something to shoot with a gun or something to catch with a rod. The statisticians estimate that whereas we had five million sportsmen before the war we now have more than six million. These multitudes now begin to organize, begin to mill round, begin to centralize. After a while they may begin tothink. Then they may begin to do something. Certainly here is a tremendous and newly recognized factor in American life which will more and more assert itself It represents a tre- mendous purchasing power, a tremendous pending power. More and more attempts will be made to commercialize it for these reasons America dropped many conventions this year~— indeed, stepped out as a new country which none of has ever known before. Brother came home, glad to hang up his flannel shirt and his military breeches in the family clothes closet. But sister went into the closet and put them on. There was a new woman out of doors this year—thou- ands and thousands of her; and she did not wear skirts but those other things desig- nated as breeches, trousers or pant Sister looked upon them and found them good Everybody looked at. sister and found her good She never was more ensible She never looked better. She ai ver had so good a time in all her born days as she did th year Father probably yore his old business suit, but mother and the girls certainly did wear pant ind there is no use denying it hey had the time ol aged lives l presu pairs of trousers worn by this year All at once, premeditation, American outdoor car, everybody wore reached the vanishing point With all this sort of thing there was a strange joyousness, a friendliness, a spirit of camaraderie mixed with the eager and restless mood which seemed to drive the people afield. There never was so much democracy in American life as there was in the tourist travel of 1919, Fewer introduc- tions were needed than ever was the case before. Father and mother and the boys and girls were gentle, kindly, courteous, not only with their own family but with others. In some marvelous, miraculous way the old freemasonry of sport extended its confines and opened its doors to everyone. their young or middle me there were millions of American women without any sort of plan or two things happened in life: Everybody had a trousers. kirt ] Skirts almost If you observed the average motor car in Montana, Idaho or Wyoming, at least in the sporting regions of those states, you saw that more than fifty per cent of them showed cane fishing poles carried alongside. These were cars of the flivver type, many owned by local farm pe ople out for vacation after the haying was over. Practically all of the cars in Yellowstone Park had tents, beds and camp outfits hung on to them in or manner. Of course a great many jointed fishing rods were car- ried in the cars which could not be seen like the long cane poles, but it practically was all sporting traffic. The sporting outfit carried by the average car would run some- where between $250 and $500— perhaps the latter figure would not be too much for the cost All sorts of appliances for carry- ing outfits were everywhere in evidence sideboards and racks built up along the running boards, extension trunk racks behind, folding beds inside, auto tents somehow hung outside—all sorts of schemes to aid in the general purpose of having a good time. some way, shape The Whole Menage on Wheels The cars came from all over the country At Yellowstone Park I saw a great many from New York, some from New England, many from every state between, many also from the Pacific Coast. There is a move- ment now to establish a sort of interpark motor route. I saw cars at Yellowstone which came from Glacier Park and in south- ern Californian points I saw cars which had been at both those parks. It is nothing now for motorists to make a transcontinental trip, and the national parks longer depend upon the railroad for their tour ists--on the contrary, most of their traffic is motor travel. This of course means the picnic, the life in the open. At Henry Lake, Idaho, | saw one car from Minot, no North Dakota, which had father, mother, on and five gir! eight passengers In a even-passenger car. They had laid a little board across the two drop seats so that they carried three comfortably. They had their entire personal outfit, wardrobe and so on, on the same car, had been gone for a month and expected to stay out for another month, not caring whether school kept or They were an example of the great tendency this year. Perhaps we are grass- hoppers now when we ought to be crickets, but certainly before we settled down to work this fall most of us cut loose and had one glorious lark. The American public is standing extortion and profiteering, is side- stepping labor troubles, allowing politics to a certain extent to run itself, grinning and bearing the ills which have come in the train of the war. How long this will last no one can tell, but certainly our people have amused themselves this year. They did not confine themselves to books. They went to the movies and they bought gas. So much for the demand for sporting resources in America to-day. How about the supply for the demand? There the not December 6, 1919 Louie had a strong constitution or he could not have stood the strain on his arteries. He passed through every change of temperature that can be registered be- tween a Turkish bath and a meat-packer’s refrigerator. Bit by bit he grasped the situation. Finally admiration took the place of consternation and he turned to Baltus: **Your wife is the most wonderful woman I ever knew, and though I am rich I would give every dollar if I could start life on an honest foundation with the help of a woman like Daisy.”’ Saying which, he shoved the imposing pile of greenbacks across the table toward her. “Every dollar of it goes into the love cottage, and my only regret is that you can- not write over the front door ‘A gift from Louie to Baltus and his bride.’”’ Then the curtain went down upon a climax in which Daisy decided to turn on the emotional stuff. reply is somewhat saddening. Just at the time when we are getting a splendid and healthful manifestation of the American disposition for all-round manhood and womanhood, for a sane insistence on enjoy- ment as well as work, we are confronted with the fact that America of to-day is not America of yesterday. Six million people want to kill something. The plain truth i there is not so very much left for them to kill. Six million people want to go out into the wilderness, but the real truth is that we have not so very much wilderness left, and what there is passes at a fast pace I wish these things were not true and | wish that one did not have to chronicle anything but happy days and prospects for many more happy days, but the best way to get these happy days of the future is to realize soberly their value to us. We can do that only by comparing one set of conditions with another. It is just as legiti mate in sporting writing for the year 1919 to treat of game protection and wilderness conservation as it is to deal in hints and points in guns and tackle, in ways of killing things and ways of getting to the things to be killed. There must be a balance between the agencies of destruction and those of conservation. When there is nothing left t conserve, then we must give up all of our ideas of sport, as we formerly have noted. I myself do not think that twenty years from now we shall have any open sport with rod and gun in America. The practical end may come in half that time, perhaps in a fourth that time—things are traveling with an astonishing rapidity. It is not pleasant advice, but it is wise and good advice, to these six million new Americans to také stock in their sporting resources for to- morrow. Lately I have been hanging round the lower corner of Idaho for some time, mak- ing Henry Lake, Idaho, a sort of starting point. This, lake lies about twenty miles west of Yellowstone Park and it has beet the greatest trout water and one of the greatest duck waters in America. Thre years ago was fine sporting country. Last summer it showed sport approaching the vanishing point I give that region about three or four years to disappear as a point of much interest to shooters or angiers, The past year was one of an extraor- G.inary drought in overmuch of the arid regions of the West. It was disastrous to e dry farmers, cattle men, sheep men and hay men. Many thousands of cattle and sheep were shipped out of the affected states and many more will perish this winter because of insufficient food. It was a hard year for livestock and a hard year for wild game. Last winter was a mild winter and the elk herd of Yellowstone Park did well, but last summer was one of poor feed everywhere and at this writing no one knows what the condition of the elk herd will be when it enters the annual siege of the winter months on its wholly insufficient winter range. The general feel- ing in the region was one of apprehension for the game supply next year. Henry Lake, normally about four miles by five, had dwindled by a third and was Continued on Page 57)

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ) a Ama Simplicity and Iecessibility, at- tributes of Twin- Six Engineering MOTOR CAR SAFETY depends on RIGHT ENGINEERING STUDY of the causes of A motor car mishaps will show that in nine cases out of ten they are as much the fault of the car as of the driver. In planning for the safety of a man and his family, Packard Engineering never compro- mises with chance. Even if every one of the 6,000,000 motor car drivers in this country were always careful and thoughtful—there would still be accidents. The greatest possible care will not help a man if his car fails. Safety is the first and fore- most consideration in Packard Engineering. There isasound, practical engineering reason for every factor of safety in the Packard car. Consider the security afforded by the high reserve power of the Packard Twin- Six—the stored-up energy which responds instantly in an emergency, but costs nothing when it is not in use. The Packard is the safest car in the world to handle in traffic. From less than two miles an hour on high, it will pick up in a few blocks to more than a mile a minute. Its perfect balance —its ease of control — make it stop or start without effort. The Packard car is built to withstand extraordinary strain. The Packard engine is bu'lt to ‘““e Ask the Man Who Owns One”’ deliver extraordinary power. Yet a Packard habitually runs on less power and in no way sacrifices strength to secure lightness. Its weight is scientifically ad- justed to its power. It stays on the road when lighter cars show a tendency to leave it. To the man who has any regard at all for himself or his family, Packard safety is price- less. ThePackard people aretrans- portation experts; they have more to tell you on this subject than any other organization in the world. You can ask them to discuss your car problem without obligation. It is to your interest and profit to do so. PACKARD MOTOR CAR COMPANY, - - Detroit December 6,1919

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2 ne ~ Se om ows "| Continued from Page 54 in it has ¢ me rhis me lake t id whl it e tr t w practi ited iniess the al I it the outlet to raise the it least. There was talk « I heard that a contract | wut yt re ) langer o ed oO a pecies } roing on very rapidl t f Nature F\ ig up yr expan until this year. t once motorists who comb over the western country for good fishing THE SATURDAY read abroad fame Madiso dam. That ended it I visited tl lit t once and am 1 to d ) agall pecau t ( and not ghast he t 1 of the slack wi: ightty you could not find, unl uu sawda ) | ce below Yellowstone Pa \ y day is a like abomination of d a ” ine wate had been drawtr 10 ) the dam and for miles and mil re 1 a of muddy banks covered with the white skeleto: of dead tree heretofore ibmerged and now exposed. Out a r the little islands of brush were mat notor boats and rowboats. I presume there wert fifty rods that worked there on that da them lad wire ing was EVENING POST a ene ! iuy ( i I ere again ort ee a t i Va yt spo pbutche i here men fishi ere who were not but butchers in eve t There were lal alie inglers a pot. Indeed I t} ) f the fro put le I ‘ ite or i point n the it Ihe ire some guides now who ! 13 ( from Ye vstone ‘ three cars on the iV the wa » that good ft f id been told at Yellow ne Il wa that for two or three yea 1 certa ha een CO ip and ca ' t South Fork count just fo © sake t PVE i @a ] ( eno f nd t } e not urd the have ¢ the lt | ‘ T ! t t t { i nard, al i ! lar for nN ' f yme Ihe ) ‘ as t im ! It w ‘ if ‘ ' ‘ the grea f ng? t t I t i t i ‘ y | t ‘ ' ‘ , ¢ t fro the f m f the state of Montana I he t isserted at t | believe it I found the market 1 had quite a talk wi i la nat that we, Ee | ' » cat wt He said he tl f war mea ‘ t rhere wa t t of the West durir tena! iby Mr. H tra “ i isi! the I i itandg Ww ta tut t 1 } ] f i in be ley ‘ marke i » cle ‘ ) : 1 thi utte i ‘ i er Dr | ee! el It ‘ re ‘ } It i t » il ‘ ents for doit 1 As to taking alleged | € I 1 ‘ ) tr it re ling; that t i! hu ng ( i ! the Ame al ng it N than tl God of ight to | Nature ne outs Man has exterm oie Market fist these trear not fishing but it w eve ther IM ‘ trean l ha ! cept nto the 1 wild game means t} game All these mean n yt? ny | t ‘ It nate fa r with the if . ‘ a would if ¢t ture take he pr ‘ nm tne } ai t ' being put Ame i ‘ ‘ ¢ er ’ A i r é ise ft ? } eg ind on G ‘ ' ( I t e 4 exe , f th the f of pe r j ) y | A t i the ‘ hn e of t - ih il ‘ Act ( irk¢ f ' f i ol f Cor of the test aut ; , f | ¢ | ¢ elve ‘ [hese t extent KI I if in that seul i ne | ‘ t ‘ { t a “ f y} | t} ( the j Ihe ‘ vant to ‘ ‘ vf err f | t ( oe + to } ea ea I t v at ‘ epl ‘ ernt ri 1 ) ‘ ‘ i ‘ t t ‘ ) “ ) ! al { ‘ rote tf ‘ I might k ¢ ' 1 round Y« ( ri rea “Mey” f id ‘ f , the r ( Government rit to mo hisown. It + lis ( ew ive beer t it have beer Iw What re it I do kno 1 1a ‘ t} hy ye il\ n é ' all « | ( it th eth ea il Va fi ‘ ' ad t t} Yell he } ned mart

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° . ‘ iu ‘ ‘ , ” f t i muund [ rr ; t ‘ ed elf | ‘' . ‘ ‘ VW , ' j ‘ or) topped | f e Lake ot t the tice ’ tone I I ‘ I t n Fire Rive I i ‘ ‘ i ‘ : ( 4 tne j ‘ . ‘ ermer dl is of F | ‘ “ ‘ veri ree f 1 ‘ | hae eaf A el ‘ ‘ take the t | ise | ‘ the president of the ft there i t ru id t t of ( ( ist i ! wnt ‘ ecause he learned the ‘ pe ple vere nea ne wi ft ‘ parr ipn tenade that ne tende ) gett is we iS ¢ lst We the mutu greed ita eof v existed hetween | ind me etwee ‘ ar} iperintendent a elf. B f these mer ere pM t frie of ne é camp president said ‘ { ‘ and talk with the herman and would look into the whole matter, We did this the next da This market f ny at the time was gt { on along the Yellowstone River not fat below where it leaves the lake I talked with the man who was fishing for the camp company, t the other hermatr ho has been selling fish to the hotels for many years. I found both of these men clean-cut decent young America perfectly frank bout their business and ling to discu r purpose | sku the juestior Roth of these men agreed that the fishing was not hat it had bee t rst they hega vorking these iter Shoshone Lake wa gree t have bee exhausted Ihe | thtold n thi eur vhen the traveled round the ba f Yellowstone Lake, they could not find the trout schoo is they used t They both agreed that it would not pay for them to fish for the hotel id camps more than a year or so longer The camp fisher showed us | catch for that da about five time mmatl hen a at ingi on eartl id have nerve ‘ ugh to ta mdi cn home one a I don't t ! t e tor re than one ! 1 i and twent ep Ile t met it he and the rhe marke ermal i | ng cane pole but fished with the iltogether, as that was more destruct rite fly at the time was the Mor mon Girl. Sometimes the Coachman wa goood metimes the Gray Hackl | asked these men something about the best catche rhe camp man said a hundre i elghty pou t best for that month. Two men had taken three t ind | ina I ! 1 t pring t \ the spa ry ‘ ‘ { t ime t il ( eu ! l er old to the hot a panic t t thousand eg } ire " if t vi pound ol tre { Roth these t hermen admitts that the tr ere ming ree? They both a ( it more than fifty pe t of the trout eventy per cet re ilfected the parasite \ t vayvs has i silent in Y« ike trou Phe t agreed tha it t ! gy were kept up it wo i { { rut ‘ ‘ ‘ The 1 ’ ‘ it lew of the t ts now ¢ ur { he im} ur i Phe t r ‘ t the government hatcher ‘ ghtt i yw nh the ma et rma 1 ‘ pawn | m the t t the to ’ pring the native trout are rwre \fts my friend of t camp compat il had g t n erforat ‘ t hese ‘ re THE SATURDAY t millions of spawn | ped out of the Ye ywatone atcnery ! ( er ear but the t ir had brought out only about two-third ol a milllor pawn We learned omething about the importation from the Spearfish, Dakota, government hatchery and Bozeman, Montana, government hatchery, soutn of alien species, such as the Eastern brook t t, Loch Leven trout and rainbow We could not di ver ar very large numbers of spawn or fry being planted in the many streams of Yell tone Pa though we did hear that a certain amount of spawn annually was devoted to t purpose how much we could not leart After we had cone ] ide d our local inte! ews I turned to my friend, who had sug yested that we go to the bottom ol t! matter He was looking pretty grave, especially when I told him that in m belief all of this market fishing had beer ) llegal I'm t igh! aid he ‘No matter vhat the hotel ompar do and ky | PSs ; aa _ a Sod | © Wins acer EVENING POST modified by lat« ong act ial use of the park whatever. He aid that there was no legal authority for issuing angling permits for sale of fish to any favorite individual, but that all the publie alike would be entitled to any gain from such source if it were legal. He stated that in his belief the Department of Justice would be authorized in bringing an injunc- tion against the Interior Department for any act contravening the act of Congress that had created a national park. It was generally acknowledged by the presentative of the United States Fish ion, as well as others interested in supply of the park, that more attention ought to be paid to stoc king the streams with trout native to that Doctor Smith says that something ind has been done, but he admits t angling is now almost a thing Indeed I don’t think the ver can be stocked in any such attorney said that unk ngre the creative cut off all fist treams € the demand. On one brid over the Yellowstone River on one eve ng thirty-one anglers were counted, East Vidette and Foxtail Pines, Proposed Roosevelt National Park perintendent says, there amping oan angler tourists of Yellowstone Park have D com l have an idea the had little fishing of late and it is plain t see that in another year or so they will have no fishing at all. Yet the very men most interested in the preservatio f the par i a ve pla ef t t ial inable p these absolutely ob fact They are ng examples of the ¢ eral Ame ul norance about the Ar \ out-of-door and I am _ therefore moved to speak these straightforward word n this place It is time that al Americans learned something about their own country. Much of that country li ler the roof of the sky and not under an; ther sort of roof lo be quite sure of my own position in this matter I conferred with a good toot corporation and constitut mal lawyer. We of the Yellow act of creatior and reud over the stone Park without hesitation the f them patiently waiting for a bite During the season they are scattered ir hundreds all along the Of course some of them do take fis! | had two ve ry fine baskets of trout— ob t , ained by getting far back from the lines of in a while once travel. On the Yellowstone River there i not very much good fishing left — one good hole below Y ancey’ one lt the cal below the fa and one not far from the Or he ther side of the park ther are ome | ted streams where some ol the newly planted trout can now be taken—such as Camp Creek, the stream running through Grizzly Lake. Most of the easily accessible water is practically fished out. There is no question but that the park regulations should limit the daily catch of any man to half a dozen fish, should abso lutely cut off all sale of fish and should set on foot the widest possible campaign for planting native trout in the streams There has been too much of the usual visionary governmental scheming done as December 6, 1919 to fish and game supply in that most- favored region, too much of the oid mor Key ing with Nature. What the authorities at Washington ought to learn in such matter is the simple mathematical proposition five into two, you can’t. This is plain horse sense. What we need in game protection in America is not organization, not bureau control, not scheming and theorizing. W: need just plain horse sense. The entiré American people needs that. Five into two you can’t! It is comforting to turn from these none too pleasant matters to others showing the fruits of horse sense as applied to our game supply. We had a long and hard fight to get through the Migratory Wild Fowl Act—indeed just a rumble or so of the fight still is heard in the old spring-shooting regions, though the decision of Judge Trieber of Arkansas, declaring the act a strengthened by the Canadian Treaty to be constitutional, has pretty much removed the last prop from under the spring shoot ers. Judge Trieber, it will be remembered, was the first judge to declare the Weeks McLean Law unconstitutional, and the ‘ famous test went from his court the Supreme Court of the United States, where it still reposes. Meantime, though a few men have continued to shoot ducks in the spring, the great public it hotgun on the spring flight have rejoiced exceedingly. . It will be recalled that last faill—that of 1918—was a distinct anomaly. Though 17 a tremendous duck year, 1918 wed a great falling off. No one could ight and few districts had any good ooting. Indeed some of us began to wonder whether our reform had not come Happily that does not seem to be in the fall of 1919. The flight was reported in mid-October as coming down in entirely satisfactory numbers. Report along the Mississippi Valley state that last spring the ducks went north really in un numbers. Where they win- tered last year no one seems to know. The vinter was unusually mild in many dis- tricts and this fact coupled with changes in the feeding grounds no doubt resulted in the wide scattering of the flight. Case LO has laid asiae The ducks iJli Wa nd a too late. the casé prec edented The Joyous Year It is always to be remembered that our feeding grounds are growing scarcer. We ought not to reason, when we see thou ands of ducks assembled in some of the few remaining feeding countries, that there are Just as many ducks as there ever were We can never hope for that again | going to have a great man than we had five are irely we years ago or ’ ate and the United well ought to cut down bag limit For a man to-day to kill twenty-five ducks is not really a good thing. The chap who goes out and kills a dozen big mallards in one day has got enough meat for that day ‘he chap who catches half a dozen trout when he is touring through the country ha got enough trout for supper for his car party that night We have got to learn personal moderation, and that is all there i about it and nothing else will do any good When we get that new point of view and our wiser game laws begin to take as the Migratory Wild Fowl] Act irely has begun to take effect, we wi begin to have a more general distribution o rting opportunities in America rhis is not altogether pleasing doctrine ol course, b it it Is good horse sense. AY d hat America needs to-day among all her just é realization that to-day is not yesterday and that five into two, you can’t. If we Amer icans ean’t get fhat into our heads, then all these sporting catalogues with their hur dreds of pages illustrative of sporting iances will be waste paper be fore lor iM Things are with tremendous peed to-day and the changes in America sport for the last year or two have been as states a tne dally vhen f bitter problems is horse sense a moving rapid and as deplorable as many of the other changes affecting the persor al hap piness of the average American. We can't et these things right by passing resolutions or by forming associations. Each of us has got to do something and he has got to begin to do it himself and to apply his conel to himself and not just to the other fellow. This, I think, is a lesson for the year 1919, which, so far from being regarded as a depressing year, in many ways ought to be called the most buoyant and joyous year we ever have known. Isions

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‘A “But, Irving, I thought you were doing o well?” “No business is so good that you could draw out all the cream and still have it grow. Something you got to put back.” “Of course, but do we have to deny our selves everything? What good is the money if I'm never to have anything out of it?”’ “You will have What d’you think I’m working for? Only so you and Ruthie houldn’t want gut | ne too And live once, lots of things. we ao want Now, only ving - “Sure! And if we listen to the women we die in the poorhouse. A woman can’t un derstand business. In business you got to

i alled a budget A budget yo irself so much for over- living, much for everything all figgered out. That’s how we figger the profits. But if you begin rawing out here fifty dollars and there a what's « Ss - you allow much ave head, SO for sO

hundred the end of the year you don’t ‘now where you stand. And before you now it you’re bankrupted.”” ‘Oh, Irving, you k on’t bankrupt you! I want just what it osts to the house and clothe Ruthie and myself without taking money from mamma. Surely that won’t bankrupt you!” She retired into the silences, but when remained intrenched behind mpenetrable wall of stillness she girded up her loins afresh and went forth to give him battle ‘“*T want you to give me a hundred dollar i week,”’ need with more courage than she felt, d—and—a fur coat.” It lacked a ring of sincerity—of as though it were a distaste- pontaneity il lesson she had learned with difficulty rur he, too, an

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s seven years old, Irving. It iin Irving withdrew into the silences. And again distastefully she hounded him jut “You see her tone was full of apology, I have to have something for the winter. A decent clot coat costs a fortune this coat, while it’s a lot of } ts a good many years.” ‘I thought your mother was talking mething about a fur coat for you?” hanged her mind.” her mind? Why?” r togetmea lavalie reinst year. And a fur +;ll i¢ 1 VY, SLU IL ia She— she cl ‘Changed “She's ead. going ‘Let her better buy you the coat. 1 use it mort

‘She won’t. She says it’s about time you paid for some of your wife’s clothes, and if ‘'t afford to dress a wife any better than a servant girl you n ‘Shesays I dress my wife like aserv ‘Sh-h, Irving! Don’t yell so! Mrs. Yittelman is moving her rubber plant, but ly an excuse to hear what we're talk- Mamma says she isn’t going to another thing.

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thats she feels needr a coat. My husband would get me one Somehow the latter part of convincing Just when » first part Poor Bessie! » fountain ould have handed him the n and pointed to the dotted line her heart failed and, ‘““You—you will, won't you, Irving?” she asked very shakily. ‘No!” replied Irving, lifting her from his ap and rising abruptly. “I told you before, ve can’t afford it!” And he strode an nen he

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where you ime and sat beside him on the couch. Irving,’’ she said, ‘‘did you really mean when you s you couldn’t afford to lraw more than forty dollars a week out of

your business ‘Positively And if 5 more than that it would bankrupt y THE SATURDAY EVENING POST WE CANT AFFORD IT Continued from Page 17 ‘I said if you begin drawing out more than you figger in your budget you'll get ir deeper and deeper and before you know it you're bankrupted. Sure!” “Well then sa Bessie sighed once, gulped, and if Irving had been gifted with an extra sense he might have heard the splash of the Rubicon “Irving, I’ve wrong ] didn’t realize just how we fixed Now | inderstand. From now on I’m going to be different, Irving. From now on I’m going to save.” For a breath Irving was slightly gered For another breath he sought shrewdly the ebony-hued occupant of the woodpile But at the third breath he fell He smiled. He was at peace. Over the sore spot of Irving Apfel’s life was spread a beneficent ointment It was the following night that Bessie met him at the door in a blue-and-white ced bungalow apron. » out?” he queried ““Annie’s gone.””. And at his astonished look, “Yes, | didn’t have the money to her. And, anyway, I don’t think poor people like us can afford to keep a maid. | manage without her.” He was vaguely troubled He did not ¢ xactly approve of the ste P, but he said nothing. She must have worked hard, the kid, to fix up supper andall. Potatosoup, fish, rice, beans and chocolate pudding. been were chec in surprise

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You'll do well to buy your Over- coat carefully this Fall. You want your full money’s worth. \ good way to be sure of dollar for dollar quality and extra value in smart style is to insist on the **R & W”? label. It’s the mark of fashion and honest value. Look for the * LN W”” label it’s your protection, It will pay you. i PRODUCT OF THE DAYLIGHT SHOPS Makers of good overcoats, raincoats, trousers, fancy and dress waistcoats, smoking jackets, bathrobes, summer clothing, golf and automobile apparel Rosenwald & Weil | Clothing Specialties CHICAGO | the laundry! THE SATURDAY He gives her fifty cents, she should go to the movies. Not alone she don’t go, but she pockets yet the fifty cents. It’s all right a woman should be saving. But you know there’s a limit. Fifty cents it costs you to hear her play for an hour scales. Wouldn’t it give you the plotz? It was the next morning that Irving having looked under the porch swing and down the steps and behind the rocker began to say unkind things about the news- pape r boy ‘Oh,” called Bessie from the kitchen, “don't blame the boy, Irv! I cut off the order.” “You * “Yes. You see, it's ten cents a month extra for delivery and that’s a dollar-twenty a year. And besides I thought maybe you could pick one up in the train. People are always leaving them round on the seats.” The next day Irving, who was about to take a clean shirt from the drawer, gave an exasperated bark. **Bessie,”’ he called down the back stairs, “you got to change the laundry! You ought to see what them mommsers done to my shirt!” “Oh " Bessie was making toast. Breakfast had ceased to be a joy to Irving since toast made of stale bread had been substituted for his fresh rolls at the same time that tap-of-the-bottle replaced his cream, and eggs vanished almost entirely. “Oh,” said Bessie, sending her voice in the general direction of her irate lord, ‘it’s not I stopped sending them to the laundry. I'm learning to do them my- self “But give a look what you done with “T know, dear, but I'll learn.” She came and stood at the foot of the stairs. ‘Don’t you remember when I made my first dress and I cried because it was botched you said it wasn’t so bad—I shouldn't get discouraged — any dumb dress- | maker could make a dress and a smart girl like me surely could learn? And I did, so I'll learn to press too. Any dumb wash woman can press Poor people can’t afford laundries. Aren't you coming down for breakfast, dear? I have lovely oatmeal, and the toa it'll all be cold.’ **l be down soon,” said Irving in a licked sort of voice. That same night she told him, “‘I met Lennie Wolper to-day.” “Yeh? What did he have to say?” “He wanted to know when I was coming in to order that coat I looked at with mamma last month.” Irving became suddenly and deeply ab- sorbed in the front page of the paper, which he had brought home three days before. “IT explained to him,’’ went on his wife placidly, “‘that you couldn't afford to buy me a coat.” “What?” “Well, isn’t that the truth?” “But d’you have to tell him?’ **Well, should I lie? He asked me why didn’t | come down and I told him the truth. It’s not a disgrace not to be able to afford things, is it? It’s more disgrace to pretend that youcan. If we're not ashamed to let the neighbors see we can’t afford a girl, why should we be ashamed to tell Lennie Wolper we can’t afford fur coats?” ** Bessie,” said Irving, ‘it can’t cost such a fortune to keep a girl. I maybe could give you the difference Annie raised you.” “I should say not! As long as I’m a poor man’s wife I'll do my part.” ‘Bessie, don’t keep throwing in my teeth all the time I’maschnorrer! IL ain't _ “People who live on a salary of forty | dollars like we do—are poor people. And poor people don’t need servants. And that’s all there is to it.” There was quite a cold spell the end of October. Bessie had failed to engage the furnace man—for a reason which Irving was getting just a bit weary of hearing. Irving was annoyed. The girl was getting nutty with her savingse' People had to have a little something, at least a little comfort in their own house. He wasn’t going to be a furnace man. If she wanted to be so tight let her get up mornings and look after it herself—he wouldn't. But in the end he did, because Bessie was so— well, he might as well call spades shippem—so damn stingy with the coal he couldn’t sit in his own parlor without his feet freez- ing off. Of course she could stand it. She wrapped her feet in a rug and banged the piano so hard it would keep circulation in a mummy. Probably the biggest, fattest EVENING POST fly in Irving’s ointment was that same ma- hogany upright whic h had so thrilled his soul when Bessie’s Uncle Mortie presented it to them as a wedding gift. The dish towel and the coal shovel and fried codfish also in no wise added to the sum of his joys With November came the circus. Irving brought home three tickets. Every year it was his custom and pleasure to take his little daughter to the circus. Bessie would dress her in her best, which was very good indeed, and her proud father would take her downtown with him in the morning. How the enthusiastic and no longer young Miss Be reer would gush at sight of the little vision! And how Irving would con- ceal beneath a strictly business air the satis- faction that made his chest to swell and his eyes to kindle! How he would be busy at his desk when Miss Berger kidnaped the wide-eyed little treasure and carried her off into the workroom! How he would frown at his mail as the little eestatic cries drifted in to him through the open door! How she was growing, unberufen! And what a darling she was! She should live in good health. And what eyes she had unbeschrieen, like the mamma’s. At noon Bessie would join them and he would escort them both to lunch before the performance. This year Bessie begged to be excused. ‘I’m so tired out—a whole day’s rest without Ruthie will do me more good. And Rosie Katz said wouldn’t you please take Marjorie? She can’t take her, but she'll give me the money for the ticket.” Of course Irving wouldn’t say anything. But wasn't it funny for Bessie, when he paid for the tickets, to take the money from Rosie Katz and put it in her bank? Wasn't it funny a girl so fine in other ways could be so small about money? The Saturday of the circus Marjorie ap- peared at eight sharp in a beaver-colored coat with nutria trimmings and hat to match. She looked, unberufen, like an angel in heaven in that coat and hat. At least so Mrs. Monchik, of The Tots’ Shop, said after selling Mrs. Katz the coat. There was another coat of velvet with real beaver. Heaven knows what she would have looked like in that—only it was too much money. While Marjorie was still turning round for her host’s inspection Bessie sent down Ruthie, also hatted and coated and ready. Irving took one look at his daughter. “* Bessie,” he called upstairs, ‘“‘what’s the matter with Ruthie?” “With Ruthie?” ““Yes—her coat! She looks something terrible!”’ Bessie came clattering down full of con- sternation. ‘I never saw the child looking like that! What's the matter with her? She looks like a scarecrow!” “Why, Irving, how can you talk that wuy about the baby? Maybe she hasn't got a new coat, but that’s no reason for calling her names!” “But look how her arms are hanging out of the sleeves! And her legs are sticking out a mile!” ‘Well, she’s growing. I can’t put weights on her head. It’s a little short on her, I admit. But it’s not torn or anything.” “Well, I can’t take her out looking like such a nebesch—and that’s all! Go up and put something else on her.” “She has nothing else. I’m ashamed of you, Irving. To act that way about your child—and such a good child too! I never heard of a father being ashamed of his own child.” “I'm not ashamed of the child. I’m ashamed the way she looks—like such a poorhouse! ~~ “Well, it’s no disgrace to be poor. And certainly the child can’t help it if you don’t make as much as Mannie Katz.” ‘Mannie Katz! Ha-ha! The cashier in my bank!” “Well, he must be making more money than you, anyway, because he gives Rosie sixty a week and his Christmas bonus. If you gave me sixty a week maybe we could af ‘a It was about here that the import of the conversation began to take root in the inner brain of Ruthie Apfel, who had been ponde ring. Of a sudden she set up a wail. ‘I want a new coat! I want a new coat! And a hat with fur—like Marjorie’s!” “*Hush, mamma’s baby! Don’t cry! The poor child! It breaks my heart to hear her ery. If we could afford it I'd tell you to stop off at Monchik’s on the way in and buy her a coat.” December 6, 19/19 “Where is Monchik’s?” “Ruthie knows. But I wouldn’t hear of it. We can't af 5 “Bessie, I—I was going to surprise you. I got a big order yesterday. I'll make a good profit on it. The child could have a coat she shouldn’t look like a joke paper. “But, Irving! Your budget!” “Pfft!” He made a magnifice nt gesture. “Oh, Irving, I’m afraid you’re inclined to be extravagant! This coat isn’t worn out yet.” **She could wear it for school. Come on, Ruthie. You show papa the way to Mrs. Monchik’s.”’ **Don’t let Mrs. Monchik talk you into anything expensive, Irving. She'll try to sell you a coat like Marjorie’s. I know her. Don’t let her talk you in. Do you hear?” hear,” said Irving, kissing her good- by. Get something serviceable, Irving Something not too fancy for poor people. We don’t have to dress our child up like Katz's. Don't do anything foolish, Irving.’ “You know me!” said Irving. She did. After he had safely turned the corner she went to the phone. Mrs. Monchik was just opening the Tots’ Shop for the day. “Sure! I understand perfectel. Yes, | remember— the velvet coat with the beaver. Don’t worry! He wouldn’t get away with- out the coat. I could sell a man any day easier than a woman. A man is a cinch to sell. I got it in the winder already —the coat and the hat. And Mrs. Apfel, you should worry, huh, if he takes along a yella organdie dress like Marjorie Katz's and effsche a hand-embroidered Princess slip for under, huh, Mrs. Apfel? Don’t worry! I know your taste—champagne. You could trust me, Mrs. Apfel. And Mrs. Apfel did The invitation arrived for the engage- ment party of Irving’s brother Sidney and He len Stern, Thanksgiving eve, at the Ritz ae write Mrs. Stern and explain why we can *t go,”’ said Bessie. ‘How d’'ye mean, we can’t go?” ‘How can I go? In a shirt waist and skirt?” **Where’s your evening dress? ‘That old black one I got two years ago: sq “Yeh, that black one you always looked so good in,” ‘It was torn and I mi ide a bathing suit out of it last summer.’ ‘Th—th—you shouldn't have done it Maybe with a little fixing you could have wore it.” “Well, I needed a bathing suit, and | thought this year ‘Well, you'll have to get yourself a little evening dress.” ‘“*T should say not! What do poor people need with evening dresses?”’ ‘For my brother’s engagement ‘For one night I should spend a hundred dollars on an evening dress?”’ ‘It wouldn’t need to cost you a hundred dollars. You'll buy a piece goods and make a dress. What’ll it cost you?” “It won’t cost me anything, Irving, be- cause I need my money for other things.” “Who's talking your money? Buy the goods and I'll give you what you lay out.” ‘It’s not only a dress, Irving. Slippers and stockings and ‘Nu? Does my brother get engaged every day? You could wear the’ same things to the wedding.’ ‘Is it worth while getting bankrupt just for one night? ‘Frisch! Gesund! Meschuge! Do people get bankrupt from buying once a piece goods for a dre °Ss * a “Well, fifty dollars here, a hundred there + “Don’t talk foolish! Go to-morrow and get it! You ain’t got much time.” The next night he asked her, *‘ Well, did you get the goods for the dress?” ““N—no, Irving. Do you really think we can af - * Bessie, I don’t want to hear no more from this nonsense. Ain’t it enough I’ m telling you it’s allright? Get it to-morrow! Remember, you only got till a week from Sunday!” The next night he asked her again, ‘‘ Did you get the goods?” op |g ““Why not?” “Well, there was only one piece at Stein- berg’s I liked and it was too much money.” ‘*How much?” Concluded on Page 64 GS. een aapgg cee

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ti4 Concluded from Page 62 Forty dollar Isn't that ridiculou there was nothing else I'd take for a present. You know, I'm not in love with ‘ Whole leu 1 «de t ve an | yp f mone from | ' et Here lad ant to hea » more! ~T A ¢ t f that tne ly that TAKE uu happy.’ But shoe es t eve ou need! l he a he Well, how’s the ire ! ya | ’ tart ? et Y ] i { W he yu going to be [ don't } 4 I'm sort of scared to t t ich dear goods I might poil i r ( ildn't uu get someone to help Well, I don’t like to ask mamma. When I had the fight with her about you wing stingy she said I'd be asking her be wre long for help.”’ ‘No, don’t ask her favors. I'll give you he money. Hire somebody.” Monday no rat ay 3s. Bessie had been unable to hire anybody — neither lid Tuesday. Irving grew excited ‘How you going to ~ it finished if here Tuesday night and you didn’t begin it et? What you going to do?” “The only one I can think of is Mi Brust But she thirty-five dollars for the needle ‘If we got to have it we got to have it. lake her the goods—here’s the money!” “Oh, no, I'll have her send you the bill case she needs anything extra for trim ning. It seems a shame to spend all that money ‘Don’t begin that again! “I wa going to say and then wear such a shabby coat!” ‘Who'll see the coat? You'll go in quick ind check it. We'll get there early and we'll leave late Nobody 1 see the coat.” estimate and she gets

The dress was a wonderful success iite the prettiest dress Bessie Apfel had ever owned. Irving was beaming. In spite of the fact that the dress, and so forth, had eft him no change out of a century and a quarter he was in high good humor. He

liked going out. Especially when his wife looked ’ eal And here,” remarked said wife, “is a urprise ” And held ip for ir pection a moleskin coat ‘Wh—wh Don't get excited! It isn’t mine. Rosie Katz loaned it to me ‘It’s an elegant coat ‘You bet! Mannie made some money on the side and blew het It must have cost at least eight | ur He must be an awtull mart fellow Just think of making eight hundred dollars on one deal!” *Pooh!" began Irving, ter of it

Be Asie pire letted forward-tilted mirror of her white-en: bureau “She's a darling to lend it to me. I was over to-day to leave Ruthie there for the ight, and when Rosie heard I had to wear my old Hudson seal she offered herself to lend me this. But you know, Irv, she had in altogether wrong idea about you. She thought you were tight you Know, stingy ibout buying me thing ‘Of course I set her right. I explained that we just can’t afford to have the things they have, because your business doesn’t throw off enough i *‘Looka here, Bessie! You got to learn not to talk about my business!’’ “Oh, I didn’t, Irving! I didn't say a word about your business. All I said was lidn't throw off enough for us to have the things they have. You give me all you can ifford, and if we were to spend more than we do it would hurt the hen siness,’ ‘Reasie!” And maybe you'd go bankrupt.” Bessie, are you crazy? You fool, yo " He beg badge | oe up and down the be <ddroom furiously, clenched fist pound ng into open palm behind hi back Don't you know Mannie Katz is the cashier in my bank? Ain't you got nothing in your head but emptiness? How do you think it helps my standing if you go round ld I'm going bankrupt? How do you think I'm going to look wher 1 go to my Dank for ar accommodatior ind telling the wor THE SATURDAY alter my wile tells the cashier m going b ist nt ‘Oh, no, Irving; [ didn’t say going bust, because you're not! I'm going to see that you don’t. I only said that if you drew out more than the forty dollars a week you give me you'd be bankrupt. You said it yourself Those were your very ; “But what [ say to you y ou don’t have to tell Mannie Katz, do you? : “Oh, we needn't bluff them! Rosie see the way I do my own work and she knows I haven't had a new rag all season, and Mannie even remarked that | used to dress so well and you must have had a bad year. Well, I didn’t want to say that mamma used to buy my clothes—I was ashamed 30 I didn’t say anything.” “Come on, we'll be late to the engage- ment.”’ Irving's face was devoid of beam. you were 1 “Only don’t wear that woman’s coat ‘You're right, Irving. People would think it was mine and that we were full of money, ar d I hate bluff ”* She lipped into her old Hudson seal. ‘‘ There, that’s better! It's more suitable for a poor man’s wife. No use giving people the impression you're some thing you aren't. It don’t look bad—that coat.”’ “No, it’s not torn or anything. Besides, if I wore it the other people might begin to ve got the money from.” e it laying rgund wonder where ‘You ain’t going to les the room, are you?” “Ol , no, of course not! Wo ild you mind r over to in ie’s and telling her you don’t Tike me to . ‘Positively not! I wouldn't go near that-—-we ain't got time!” ‘Maybe just for safety’s sake I better wear it.” ‘Well,” replied her husband, “maybe you better.”’ By the time they reached the Ritz, Ir- ving was beaming 16-k beams all over the place He did like to go out E pe age occasion like this—it didn’t happen day—and things had been very quiet for him lately—oh, very quiet! And as the evening progressed his radiant good humor increased in volume and in- tensity until not even his brother Sidney not even the father of the giri—outbeamed him. Well, nobody had nothing on Bessie. You had to give it to that girl—she was a picture, she should live in health. Every- body was talking about her. She was the center of everything. Women, girls, old men, young men—all paid her tribute. How the sight of it all warmed the very cockles of his heart—wherever the Vy are, Look at her over there with old man Kopitz of the Popular Bank, and Professor Abra- hams, the great Abrahams from West End A venue who had brought her into the world twenty-five years before. Two real somebodies, and how they were enjoying ves with Bessie. Irving wondered what they were laughing at so much. Vaguely he felt that they were talking about him. He excused himself from Blossom Stern, who was a nice girl but mie and crossed the room. But just before he reached them, Kopitz’s son, Stanley Cobb, had whirled her away in a waltz. The two old men greeted him cordially.

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EVENING POST Well,” said old man Kopitz, ‘I don’t have to ask you how things are going. I can see for myself. Your wife looks like the Queen of Jerusalem.” Irving put to shame every incandescent bulb in the place. **A man must be dragging a bushel of money out of the flower-and-feather busi- ness,”” went on the banker, ‘‘to doll a woman up like that these days. How many ’ lofts you got now, Irving?” ‘Two,” replied Irving modestly, ‘‘in the Gan imede Building.” “Two lofts in the Ganimede Building!” The banker shook a white-fringed head from side to side like the figure of the C hina mandarin on his mother’s whatnot. ‘And I remember when he went peddling for Levy and Gutlohn! It seems like yester- day. Two lofts! But the minute I saw Mrs. Irving looking like a million dollars I knew. I used to think to myself, there’s the boy that’s the future flower-and-feather king of this country. Now I know it. You’re a coming man, Irving. Why don’t you drop in and see me some time—at the Popular?” Somebody claimed his attention and he drifted away. Irving turned his effulgent face toward the doctor. ‘Bessie is a good advertisement, isn’t she?” remarked the professor. Irving was too full for words. He merely nod le d. “T tell you, Apfel, it pays a man to keep his wife looking right. No man ever got any further from crying poor. Prosperity makes prosperity. I bet if he hadn’t seen Bessie he wouldn’t have remembered that he always thought you would be the flower- and-feather king of this country, heh, Apfel?” shouldn’t be surprised,” replied the heir apparent ‘“*Well, I’m glad you're getting along so well, Apfel. And I’m glad to see you’re taking such good care of Bessie. She looks fine. Don’t let her work too hard. She’s inclined to go into things too strong. She’ll stand it for a while and then she'll go to pieces all of asudden. But I don’t have to tell you. A man like you wouldn’t let a girl like Bessie do a day’s work if he had to pawn his shirt to hire someone to help her. We Jewish men know how to take care of our wives, heh, Apfel?”’ “Bessie,” rem irked Irving on the way home in the taxi, “‘how much costs such a cout?" “Oh, about eight hundred dollars.” “Bessie, go order one. “What? You must be crazy, Irving! We can’ t afford such a thing!” “Oh, i don’t know. Maybe it seems like a lot of money, but a fur coat ain’t a thing you buy every day.” ‘Don’t be ridiculous, Irving! For a woman who does her own work-——” “IT was going to say, Bessie, you got to get a girl. It ain’t right for yougto go on working so hard. All of a sudden. you'll go to pieces.” ‘Irving, the engagement must have gone to your head! Do you want to go bank- rupt?” “Don’t get excited, I wouldn't go bank- rupt! My business is going very good.”

December 6, 19/9 “Even if it is, no business is so good that you can draw out all the cream.” ‘Listen, Bessie! We only live once. And now while we’re young “But, Irving,, we have tosave! Sicknes or trouble “We'll save too.’ “Irving, you talk as if your business was the Standard Oil.’ He commenced to laugh. “To hear you talk, Bessie, you'd think | didn’t know what I could take out from my own business. Why, Bessie, last year I made There was a little awkward pause, while Bessie waited expectantly and Irving g Jave a little cough. “‘T made a lot of money,” he concluded “Oh,” said Bessie, ‘“‘you think every- thing is a lot of money! You thought forty dollars a week was a lot of money! Now M: ann ie Katz - ““Hah!” Irvingexploded. ‘* Mannie Katz! Why, I make three times what that piker draws a year.” This time Bessie laughed. “Oh, Irving! You'd be making twelve thousand dollars a year!” “Well?” There was a little pregnant silence and then Bessie murmured, ‘I don’t be lieve it.” “What d’ye mean you don’t believe it? D’ye think I’m lying?” “Oh, no! I mean—you must be mis taken.” “*What d’ye mean mistaken? It’s on the books.” “ May be you made a mistake in figuring it up.” ‘Say, ain’t I got for twenty dollars a week a bookkeeper? Ain’t there such a thing as trial balances and ——”’ ‘Anyway, I can’t believe it.” Irving was angry. **Looka here, Bessie! You'll come in my office the next time you’re downtown and I'll show you on the books if I’m a liar.”’ “Oh, 1 didn’t mean that! Only—oh, Irving, you must be joking!” “*T tell you I ain’t!” “The next thing you'll be telling me I ought to spend a hundred dollars a week for the house!” He took it on high. “*From now on I bring you home a hun dred dollars a week for the house. And I don’t want no saving on it neither, d’ye hear? I’m full up to the neck from this saving.” Sometimes when Bessie Apfel comes into her husband’s loft and casts an expert eye over his ledgers, seemingly quite at homs with columns and credits, debits and trial balances, a quizzical look comes into the eye of the future F. and F. king of America Almost he suspects that he has in some ways underrated her. Could she really, in spite of that au- secours look in her eyes, be so very smart even smarter than It does not seem possible, and yet How was it the very day after his brother’s engagement Mrs. Levinson, who had not shown an orthopedically shod toe inside his home in six weeks, appeared, smiling as though nothing had happened? And that very same day Annie reap- peared, see mingly ‘untouched by employ ment sharks in a period of almost two months in spite of her jewel-like qualities And once, seeing Ruth start off for school in her old coat, he wondered why it had seemed so awfully short to him before and why her arms had seemed to dangle so im- potently from the sleeves, whereas now she did not look so very bad in it. And at these times he tries to remember just how it was he began to let his wife look over his books—a thing he had always dis approved of. For once you let a woman see how much money you are making—and peht! She has a use for all of it. But not Bessie of course. Bessie was different. Bessie’s fault lay the other way Bessie had a tendency to be—well, saving What a job he had had to make her take that moleskin coat that was really a bar gain because of Rosie Katz deciding at th« last minute she didn’t like it! And how Bessie looked in it! She did a man credit, Bessie did. He took pains to explain it to her. “You got to look nice, Bessie. Pros perity makes prosperity. If you go round looking like a schnorrer’s wife, soon every- body’ll have me bankrupted. You dassent make a poor face, Bessie. We can’t afford it.

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Look at the finger and thumb marks of the workman, worn into the hard hickory handle by constant touch and pressure. This shows what the hammer was asked to do, and also shows how the handle stood up to the work THE SATURDAY EVENING POST that Saw severe service This is the wonderful story of a wonderful hammer that helped to win the war. The picture of this wonderful hammer is shown on the left. When it entered the service of the Allies it was the spruce, trim counterpart of the smart-looking hammer on the right. During the entire four years of war, this grim, scarred veteran was used to straighten bayonets. From its known length of service it is estimated that this PLUMB Hammer struck 2,400,000 blows for liberty. Two million, four hundred thousand ! Every blow fell straight and true—because PLUMB Hammers are all designed to strike that way. The life of this hammer is not half spent. severest service, its face is not ‘‘mushroomed,” cracked or chipped. It withstood the battle with only a few scratches to tell the story of its service, be- cause built into it is the qual- ity that makes men say of all PLUMB Hammers, Hatchets and Axes—‘‘They’re Worth More.”’ FAYETTE R. PLUMB, Inc. Today, after the PLUMB ham mers, hatchets, axes and sledges are sold throughout the United States and Canada. Get them from your nearest dealer. The PLUMB Scout Axe (Makers of the official axe of the Boy Scouts) Being of PLUMB qual ity, it is the best that can be produced in design, ma terial and finish. As it is j heavy enough for all camp use, yet small enough to be carried conveniently in the Pd belt, this axe has become a favorite with sportsmen as y 42 — Aveteran U8 hammer Philadelphia, U. S. A., St. Louis, Mo. EG: { well as the Scouts j “ Price, $1.40 on, With leather sheath, %G $ Ze S aa ~~. = Ret \ iy. ’ 4 3 Gy a) i £ DOUBLE LIFE ea TR orca 4 Ses RSE ST a INS oe Hammers Hatchets 65 t The nam PLU MBis stamped ont oe he | } ’ very PRICE Machinists size, $ ) Auto size, $1.25

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST December 6, 1919 66 BUTTER SCOTCH — : . WwW. NOUGATINE (Fresh dairy butter, vanilla, sugar aanasens. H , 7 vs : Honey, chopped nuts sugar, egg Creamy caramel with Chabert walnuts CREAM WALNUT Mayette walnut in vanilla cream FILBERT CLUSTER, JACKSTRAW Crisp honeycom vante filberts sp in ch lat Agvante filberts spun in chocolate of molasses chocolate covered PIGNOLIA BRITTLE Crisp, Spanish pignolias in brittle sugar BRAZIL CREAM VANILLA FUDGE i —_ ~ “ Brazil nut in cream fondant Heavy cream fudge, fruits, vanilla . - +) . —_ \ BUTTERCUP ~~ Peanut butter in sugar coating =n, chocolate dipped a } } \\ KE. call this the “ Début”’ package | j/ , ry . )) this dainty-as-a-debutante ,white- and-gold box of “the chocolates with the \\ wondertul centers. It’s the best kind of a holiday gift vou can offer any candy- \) lover—and here's the reason: It contains on/y the th ervbody likes best—and none of the other kind—the ones they all leave till laste! That’s ) why it’s different! Get a box for “Sher” today. \ fii i } \ | ’ SY h) By special arra , exclu ale for Liggett’s Choe , , / tes has been given THE 8000 REXALL STORES \\ ; y \\ in f ( i 3 and Canada In a variety } xy (Lax = = - ~ = = ‘The Chocolates with the Wonderful Centers es ee

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tart enamel —— men’s furnishing store and purchased civil- lan outfits—complete from straw hats to tan shoes—and quietly departed the same vening from the billet to which we had been assigned to one of the most expensive hotels. The atmosphere of the place ap- pealed to our craving for luxury after many weary months keeping the watch on the Rhine. The bridal suite we engaged had occupied by King Leopold of need I say more? * on the world,” chuckled ing with the liveliest satis- faction at the canopied beds, the silken Nangings and red upholstery. ‘Not such a bad li'l P. C.—hey, Henree? Nothin’ like gittin’ oriented I got our lines of communication established too, ol’-timer. Yes, sir-ree; went to the bank this mornin’ and drew beaucoup geld. Fixed it so we cain't go broke no matter what comes off.” “What are “None a-tall, except I don’t aim to miss nothin’,”” he replied. ‘A feller’s a fool to make plans in this burg. Say, ain’t it great to feel these cits ag’in? I’m so sick of Oo. D.’ \ home system, Henree, that where you fit i the scheme once beer your plans?” r went to see one after we're rm for me! I’m ag’in any shows at a glar ce if “Me and you go along and we've got to year out our arms salutin’ guys who'd be iriy f in civil life, or maybe runnin’ the elevato And them same birds ‘ve got t tep to one side for the field officers and the field officers straighten up and try to k brisk when they brigadier or two com along. It’s a unnatural sys- tem, Henree, and beats down your se every time, re a bum Gee! Give me cits knows whether you The next afternoon we dropped into } y's place to forget the horrors of war in Coblenz, as M’sieu Hicks expressed it. \nd there who should we run into but our two friends of the previous day, the lady They were eating a late ined them at table By a natural gravitation my partner paired off with Mile. Guinevere Hallal it fellto my lot totalk to Mile. Ernestine La Rue. The arrangement proved fortunate the extreme. Though he barely came up to her shoulder, it did not flaunt M’sieu Hicks’ master- ful spirit and in no time at all he was calling Mademoi “Girlie” and ‘Lil’ One”; while I early discovered that Mademoise Ie Ernestine united rare beauty with exceptior al ) mind and heart She pe ve elle Guinevere qualities ol ) essed O1leLU € Sanda bewitching din ple in ner rigt t cheek, and she displayed a sweet feminine lependence that iting conversa t also, she listened with ipt attention to the account capture of German ‘So he grabbed sixty, hey?” ried M’sieu Hicks. “It grows Henree te it First it was eleven, ther Nonsense! I just know Henree is a daredevil,’ she terrupted w meaning at Mademoiselle Halla- every time th a 4 you, Henree?”’ It would have sounded like vasting to assent, yet to deny e impeachment savored of so I maintained si t t We were getting along famously, you may well be lieve, whe! y partner came near to spol gy tne party DY one of | tactless .banalities. hat’re you lampin’ Hen ‘W ree for?”’ he demanded loudly. lo, li, la!) Don’t you know he’s got a wife and a coupla vins Besides visua £ gs gor ut of fash THE SATURDAY OO, LA, L&I! Continued from Page 32 “I’m not lamping him,” retorted Made moiselle Ernestine “Oh, no, you ain't! Mavbe been using them eyes on the poor fish “What? Like that? Why, that’s the Y. M. C. A. look! We've got orders to do t} at My friend appeared incredulous, then profoundly interested. “Do tell!” he said. “How come? Tell us about it, Bright Eyes.” And Ernestine, the entertair er, explained as follows: ‘‘Our instructions are to look at the men in a manner which will make them think of their wives and sweethearts at home.” M’sieu Hicks exploded in a guffaw and slapped his thigh hilariously “Fine! Great! And I'll say this for the way you carry out orders, Bright Eyes— it certainly makes me think of my wife back home. I'll tell the world it does! Every time you turn them lamps on me I think of what'd happen if Patsy was to catch me here, and cold chills run down my back It’s the obsolete truth.” We were passing the time thus innocently and pleasurably when in the doorway ap- *peared the unmistakable form of M’sieu Stuffle. Headvanced hesitatingly and made an inquiry of the cashier, who answered with a shake of the head “He wants to know if they’ve got choco late éclairs,’’ hazarded Girlie ““Uh-uh! He's tryin’ to find out if there’s anybody here from Pansyville.” In my opinion the latter supposition was my friend, for The Professor next wandered to the bar and we heard him in- quire of the bartender if he had ever been in America. “Sure! Lived in New York nine years ‘What? You have? Ever been to Indiana?” We groaned, and at that moment hi roving glance rested on u you haven't correct, ial ig My Partner Herded This Menagerie Into the Elevator and Ascended to Our Rooms EVENING POST ““Good day, men!” he cried unc with a beatific smile, and there w: ing to do but make a pretense of wele “What’ll you have, professor? Sit dow: Put your feet up on the table and gis brain arest. Hey, George take t! will you? What’ll it be —a foaming of lemonade or a flock of éclairs M’sieu Stuffle hesitated, ey erages in front of us “Try one of these,” mol elle Hall shan Mild, but nourishing.”’ “What may it be?” he inquire at the flecked foam on top “It’s perfectly harml yes, indeed. If it wasn’t we wouldn't be drinking it — would we, Ernestine? The name of it is ‘Holy a , Certainly the name suggests nothing evil in hg commented The Prof yr doubtfully “Of course not,’’ my partner agreed ‘It’s good for rheumatism; it’s proved remedy for flu; and it'll broken collar bone In fact it’ whatever ails you, professor. Fetch Mr. Stuffle a Holy Joe, Ge “Yes, sir,”” answered the barter alacrity. tion, and as he set it down, re “That represents the work of one week, gents.”’ We watched eagerly M’siet Presently he brought a long g filled to the brim with the creamy the one mene s good for 4h, oni! orge ider wit! } conceor marked: hen fora 1 Stull smacked his lips when he put down the glass, and observed that Holy J him as a proper and extremely beverage. You are a man of the world, my and know from what slight be start —especially in Par parties pursuit of plea ure seems to be the f exi tence Therefore you will ” truch soothing friend grin , where tne rt be I priced to learn that from such blamele preliminaries a party begar sul pe D iW experience i mea ire “) credulit w hie I forn 1 that ted three y indtwoda ‘ We er countere ‘ Pr a urd and parted from | lus i ! How little did we know the How little had guessed re and ¢ ' Al] the ime 1 “ \ } i erted M’sieu hi Be i ‘ lienree t ‘ oO t } ‘ By the me we t Da tothe t whole blamed 1 bye | j e¢ partie 1 you are ( " he rt if t { ‘ Bh, bie It trans] ‘ t t lhe Profe ; Z been asullere ron form of riay i! H roved of dist ; After ¢ five, whict ind for, he hee? i f fon t wo } | ‘ ré t 1 ‘ ‘ ‘ pla P A ’ he t le mur | t a re rant the Bois d 1 The Professor came matter of e. He ire i is lan jou a pou ( I ped off with a salade and an omelette ffi mere re gy that ple of ¢ t and ¢ ip flee w a bn he requ j t I t eu g we had to le ( wt wok, | he had . place in France where you Continued on Page 69 HE average man never seems to ‘’s got enough. I That sil slippery little roll of Cream 1s know when he realize it’s tempting stuff very, so bl easy to push out med inviting that it’s awfully an inch or so onto your brush I wish you wouldn't. It isn’t so much that you waste a lot of Cream and make uur shaving should that if you can don't get the best cost twice what it I gue we can stand but you really results. Oh! I know beard your barber ever amputated you have the toughest Personally, I never met a man above the second year in the high school who wasn't afflicted with a of extraordinary tenacity thing for soap manufacturers that men have always been «eager to blame shaving troubles on their beards But pleas just once please try exactly a half an inch of Mennen Shaving Cream, or if you wear an extra size face, three-quarters of an 4 inch at the outside Use plenty of water. Then some more water. Keep adding water, hot or cold —it makes no difference 1 use a lot of wate Brush the lather for three ful minutes b the clock That i longer time on an empty stomach than you think Do not rubin with your fingers I'd be tickled immensely to know your unbiased opinion of Mennen Shaving Cream after you try this half inch test ° Aone Mennen THE Mennen Company Newaranw, NJ. USA

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Continued from Page 67 get ham and eggs like they fried ’em in Pansyville. _ By this time he had put himself entirely in my partner’s hands and readily acqui esced in the proposal that we should order up some Chateau d’Yquem. Mon dieu, and he had stated not half an hour earlier, had this Stuffle, that he had a fine full feeling entirely free from hunger! Pardon my heat, m’sieu, in speaking of this, but you will understand when I come to the nub of the For when Vaddition was presented my partner waved it airily in my direction, because—he an- nounced —I was a war profiteer in the mat- ter of an oil well brought in on one of my properties during our absence at the Front. And I learned to my bitter chagrin that the casual acquaintance of Mesdemoiselles Hal- lahan and La Rue and the infliction of The Professor’s presence on the gathering had cost me in the neighborhood of ninety dol- lars—five hundred and sixty-five frances to be exact. Was it not monstrous? And on top of that a luxury tax of ten per cent! Yet we wonder at social unrest! Afterward M’sieu Hicks led me to one side and said, ‘‘ Let’s shake these friiuleins now, Henree. The Professor's just right organized for the night-——and I got an idea he'll step out if we give him a chance.” Accordingly we piled into a taxi, our new friend beside the driver, with whom he con- versed in broken English under the delusion that he was speaking French, and we went shuddering down the Champs Elysées to- ward town could business. Ever and anon M’sieu Stuffle would lift up his voice in Smiles. Having dropped the ladies at their hotel we bade the driver make what speed he might to the Casino de ‘*Now, no rough stuff, Henree,”’ he cau- tioned. ‘‘The last time we was here, pro- fessor, Henree caught a gal tryin’ to snake his silk handkerchief, and when he stopped Jor) aris

her she slapped him, so he pulled her hair.” eal) lid nothir gz of the sort,”’ I protested us out —said we ' Any how, the y throwed was crabbing the show.” At the Casino we picked up many friends whom we before. It is a arkable tl Time and again I have marveled over the strange fashior in which faces suddenly appear through the haze at your elbow, which you do not recall having seen—and yet you are on the most amicable footing. The Professor was particularly gifted in this respect Hardly ten minutes had elapsed before he detected a doughboy from his home town and time at all M’sieu Stuffle was assuring him of undying friend- hip -all because a casual inquiry as to whether the soldier knew Bill Smith elicited an affirmative 1 From then on it was merely a question of the population of The place of nativity, for it is my at he named everybody in the town ‘Did you ever know a feller named Jeff Brown? What? You did? Well, well! Put her there! Good ol’ Jeff! Just like brothers, me and Jeff And again —*‘ You don’t happen to remember Fred Terryberry who lived on Cedar Street, do you? No! You don't say so! Your mother’s cousin? Well, well! Put her there!” So it went, m’sieu, for upward of an hour. To me ling feature was that the oldier knew them all--every one—despite the fact that one of his comrades assured le that Sol, the big liar, had never been west of Buffalo jn his life to time M’sieu Stuffle would gaze abser tly at his glass, only to discover that it was empty, whereupon he would request the functionary behind the counter to mix another Holy The first time he ordered it the marceled minion professed ignorance of any such drink, but on M’sieu Hicks conferring with him he nodded untler- standing and performed the proper rites A matter that puzzled me was our gue t’s absent-mindedness. He invariably forgot to pay for anything he ordered, and on his ittention being drawn tothe omission would betray such a lack of comprehension of the point at Issue that my partner ¢ nd I were 1 every item in order to avoid argument and resultant unpleasant Jut this I put down to his unaccus tomed indulgence in the lumbago cure ‘M’sieu,”’ whispered the bartender to me, “if your friend keeps with that stoof he will be zigzag, n’est-ce-pas? Or Already has he eaten He threw out r t had never seen ing, that, m’sieu ever the re In no

t spon se Professor's belief tl the astour me in an aside From time Jo obliged to settle ness seeck, pos sib ly twelve eggs! And cream?” his hands and shrugged. THE SATURDAY “That’s nothin’,”’ interjected my part- ner. ‘It ain’t a circumstance to what he’s had. Wait till you see him start on éclairs!”’ Twice had we to haul our new-found friend out of private boxes into which he had wandered with the futile notion of watching the performance. The second time, finding him drowsy and reluctant to leave despite the heated protests of several ushers and the occupants of the box, we were compelled to enlist the aid of a strong and resolute American M. P., who removed The Professor by the scruff of the neck. “If this belongs to you,” hesaid brusquely to us, “‘take it home! Here, you—put on your hat and beat it! How do you get that way?” “Holy Joe,’”’ murmured M’sieu Stuffle leepily, andin obedience to the policeman’s behest we led him outside and loaded him into a cab. The soporifie effects of the beverage in which he had been indulging were dissipated by the night air, and M’sieu Stuffle revived with astonishing rapidity before we had gone a dozen blocks. By this time I had had quite enough of the party, being a tem- perate man by nature and training; more- over my partner had developed a perfect mania for passing every expense along to me, asserting —without in the least reas- suring me—that we would square up all accounts in the morning. But neither of my companions would hear of it. “L’ Abbaye,” bellowed M’sieu Hicks to the driver, and The Professor repeated in a stentorian voice, “L’Abbaye,” without knowing whether it was a railroad station or a cemetery. So we sped to L’ Abbaye in Montmartre. In uniform we could never have penetrated the place, men from the ranks being barred admittance lest the officers should be em- barrassed by their presence and unable to get any dances with the ladies who frequent it. However, MM. Joe Hicks and Henri Giraud, who would have had to gaze wist fully through the door in their capacity of company cooks, were welcomed with open arms as private citizens of unlimited means, and a singing waiter whisked us to a table At this juncture our companion con- fe ssed that he could not dance, so we left him eating chocolate éclairs while we sought partners. On our return, judge of our dis may to discover that he had dug up from among the guests an officer from his own home town, whom he dragged to our table for converse anent MM. Bill Smith and Jeff Brown and Fred Terryberry! Meanwhile we were discovering acquaint- among them being the com- manding officer of our division! Oo, ld, la! The instant my partner glimpsed the two stars and the insignia on his arm he hurried to me in a semipanic, carrying the new ‘“*Let’s go!”” he whispered. ‘‘Let’s beat it quick! The Ol’ Man’s over at that table he corner and he’s half stewed. >’ No! Not there—next to that straw berry blonde with the plastered hair.” ‘**But why should we go? He will never recognize us.” ‘Don’t you ever believe it! Remember the day he bawled me out about our slum Wow! He didn’t leave me six inches of hide. No, sir-ree! I’m going to drift right now and let The Professor settle the bill.”’ But thi moment “Tf you do,” I admonished, ‘‘there will assuredly be a riot and an investigation, for M’sieu Stuffle knows our names and will not hesitate to use them.” My partner unites much shrewdness with common sense and he readily recognized the danger “Allright,” he agreed. ‘I'll stick. But let’s have a snort so I can face the Ol’ Man without salutin’.”’ A curious thing is the habit of discipline. It becomes second nature to a man, grow- ing with the just as the habit of authority grows in an individual who exer- cises it for long. Every time I found myself near the general I unconsciously stiffened Besides, I fancied that he stared curiously at us several times, but that may have been imagination You may well believe that I avoided him, giving him all the room he required when dancing. But with M’sieu Hicks it was dif- ferent. Fortified by the snort aforemen- tioned and driven by that audacity which is an outstanding trait of his character, he approached the general's table and joined easily in the talk. The next thing I knew, there he was, sitting beside the Old Man, clinking glasses and apparently on terms of ances too In tne see him cart? was not to be thought of for a

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EVENING POST intimacy. Mon dieu, what would the ger eral have said could he have known that it was one of his company cooks who thu made himself agreeable? **Me and Dave '’re goin’ to take lunch to gether to-morrow,” he reported presently in an interval when we could find no part ners. “Dave?” I repeated, aghast “Sure! His name’s Dave. Say, Henree, I've been doin’ the Ol’ Man an injustice I always thought he was a gloom, but he’s a reg’lar human bein’ after all. He says he wants to meet you too. I done told him abcut the twins and your mine.” “Never!” I said firmly. It did not sur prise me that a general should be desirous of meeting the father of two such boys, but am a man whose identity is not easily concealed or forgotten, and I feared lest he recall my features and statu Moreover I had another reason. “Never!” I repeated positively. “Why not?” ‘He will try to rank me out of my part ner,”’ I rejoined. haye seen these ger erals functioning.’ “Tell that to a guy from Chicago!” scoffed M’sieu Hicks. ‘‘Who wants that gal you got?) The Ol’ Man ain’t in the salvage corps, Henree.” However, | was adamant, so for the re- mainder of the night my partner herded with our division commander and several English officers whose acquaintance he made, whilst I devoted myself to the truly charming creature it had been my excellent fortune to interest. She confided to me that she was the daughter of a rich banker and wife of the Belgian ambassador to a certain European court, but both father and husband disapproved of her legitimate ambitions to become a great cinema star, and in view of their heartless behavior onl; two alternatives prese nted themselve death or the Folhes Bergere had happily chosen the latter. I say “‘happily,"’ for otherwise I would not have made her acquaintance Between this lady and me a bond of sympathy was quickly established combined exquisite beauty with truly re markable discernment. Hardly had we known each other ten minutes when she ad mitted to me that I was different and she liked my eyes. Voild, ’ You are man of the world and can readily surmis¢ that our friendship ripened fast The party waxed merrier as the night wore away. M’sieu Hicks and a huge good natured English major did a duet, whict was loudly applauded, in the ce of which the major carried my friend upon his back. And fessor rose solemnly from hi essayed the shimmy, being incited thereto urances that a modern education was incomplete without it Alors, we danced all night and it wa broad day when we emerged and scuffled for a taxi to take us back to the hotel ‘lL ain't going home,’ announced M’sieu Stuffle doggedly. ‘I ain’t going home l want to stay with y ys.” Accordingly we bedded him down on a couch in the parlor and all three of u snatched some well-earned repose Or awaking at noon M’sieu Stuffle was inclined to be morose, but on taking some medicine which my partner prescribed he rallied and professed himself ready to face w might betide, or fight his weight in wildcat 1. She

m sei LA} t diminutive The place ina once by as ou bo if desirable A truly remarkable mar m’sieu—-I felt my heart warm to him fut I won't go home,” he said. “I want to stay here “What ’re you afraid to go to your « hotel for?”’ queried M’sieu Joe For a while he would not tell us, but finally confessed that the officer from | own home town had basely endeavored to make use of their acquaintance to nego a loan of fifty dollars, and he had bare succeeded in putting him off by the plea that he had not the money with him “He said he’d call round to see morning,” added Stuffle, to be there.” M’sieu Hicks regarded him thoughtfull ““T reckon you'd best make that loan, professor,” he ventured ‘*Make nothing! Why should I? I’m under no obligations to him just because he comes from Pansyville.”’ “‘Allthe same,” my partner insisted, “I'd let him have the money. You see, he'll be tiate me tt ‘so I don’t intend going back there right soon And Miz Stuffle—you sit down and send it to him by messenger if you don’t aim to go back to your hotel.”

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‘0 | ved along and painfu ence, whiist or ered the proposit the W lor f the uggestion dtol discret ind with a groar lirest despair he inclosed three hundred f ne in an er elope iad patched it Dy f the hotel runners to the lieutenant’ ire Eh bien! We set it for the hotel at the mmand enera if yur divi , topping. O M’sieu Hicks wa t e wit pun ! fle and I trailed My render t partner moral support And. ma foi, he needed it, my friend! V’ll e did! For when we called at the nted hour the Old Van was notin hi I neither id ‘ ett y rie ige Out of respect for | ral we waited We waited two hou At the expiration of that per od. when we were reduced to a far hed and rele i mdition, the gen ‘ ippeared in the lobby accompanied by in aid Up stepped M’sieu Hicks, all smile , lift ing | hat after the Continental fashior The general stared at him His round face e like the setting sun and he was visibly lake lunch with vou? irely you are Pek eh you remem It was obvious that the reference to the previous night did not please the general He stiffened and said Why, man, you're crazy! I never saw you before in my life.” And turning on his heel, left my partner ery discomfited and crestfallen Jever saw me before, hey?” muttered M'sieu Hicks ‘Pity heain’t! I've saluted the ol’ bird a million time Let's go, Hlenree, I aim to make a day of it. What do you say if we hit for the races?” Nothing loath, the three of us persuaded a taxi driver to drive out to Auteuil, where we found a brilliant assemblage Among them were numerous Americans, both t uniform and civilian clothes, and M’sieu tullhe beyur forthwith a canva of the crowd in front of the grand stand and round the betting booths to ascertain HU per chance there lurked among them anyone ] ! his home towr Ye my friend, in te ott uniortunate experience with the | enar he per ted in his loyalty and t broadcast for a fellow human from i old Par i | regret to say that he did not succeed It is true that he stru ipa conversation with one of the gamblir fraternity who had lived in America and reluctantly con fessed to having passed through the town on a fast special, but beyond a cautiou idmission that pr the limate of that region was excellent for cattle and grain tutlle could extract little from thi person calculated to forge home tr llow about a li'l’ flver, professor? partner when we met at the tand ‘agreed M'sieuStuffle. “Make i loe, George.” No, I mean a bet A bird just told me of a horse in the next race that looks like ny ” Navarre hl name l neve; gamble _ re plied our frie nd vir tuously After that was it not reasonable to ¢ xpect that Th Prof or would eschew betting in anv form? But such was not the case No, he came to us about an hour later hold ing one of the mutuel tickets in his hand with the formation that he had placed a hundred frar on a long shot by the name of Plat Jour lt t 1 didn't il ! 1 dor re ed stout ! ain t gamit Llow come?” put in my partner ‘Well. this race is fixed, bo \ mar from my home town I met up with in the bar told me about it. He a brother law of one of the jockey And the jockeys have arranged to make a killing with Plat du Jour, so you see it is not gambling. Ir gambling there enters the element of chance, and this is a sure thing.”’ He beamed at u aatisiaction aid M’sieu Hicks brokenly, with supreme Profe sor,” rrasping him by the hand, “‘a conscience r like yours would be worth a million to me Put her there! I ven, Plat duJour won handily, though the crowd voiced some d approbatior overt the fact that to achieve the tw pockey had almost to pull their n nts t a walk ind another seemed ce irous of r ning the other way. However, he won, and Stutfle pocketed twelve hundred franc THE SATURDAY My hopes were high that now he would we his way clear to share in the expense of our adventures, but there | wronged him Yes, he was not so loose with money. We made a night of it which cost my partner and myself round eleven hundred franc but so far as I could detect M’sieu Stuffle did not open his wallet Indeed I did not even see him tip the flunky who fetched hi hat at the last cabaret we went to, though he proclaimed that it had been the pleas antest evening of his stay in France, ina much as he had encountered three boy from his own home town Ilowever, as we dashed homeward in the early hours The Professor came out of a reverie during which he had been staring fixedly at the driver’s back, and murmured ‘You boys have sure been kind to me.” “That's all right, ol’-timer,’’ responded my partner. ‘‘We know a good feller when we see one And to-night we'll give youa chance to git even. No, never mind thank ing me. We'll allow you to give the dinner And he « lapped our acquaintance on the back. If The Professor was overcome with a desire to thank him for the opportunity he took a strange method of showing it, for he gulped and his florid visage turned per- ceptibly pale. But he was a courageous man at bottom, m’sieu, and rallying imme- diately, contrived a wan smile. “Allright. That's a bargain Why go through the recital of the day and night of care-free celebration that fol lowed? Suffice that it was the Fourteenth of July, when all France acclaimed victory and Paris turned her millions into the bou levards and streets for revelry By placing ourselves in the Place de la Concorde long before dawn we witnessed the historic parade, in the course of which The Professor went peacefully to sleep wedged between a French market womatr with a beard and a lady from the American Red Cross. He did not wake up even when Foch and Joffre rode past on their chargers And for a few all too brief hours that after noon we rested our weary limbs in bed. But partner leaped nimbly out, erying: “Come on, boys! Git ce soir, hey, Henree? . promptly at six o'clock my) up! Do you aim to sehlafen all day?) Come to life there! l'o-night’s the night, you know, prof sor It’s your treat.” Groaning in physical and mental angui Stuffle slowly obeyed ‘L ain't feeling well,” he ventured feebly **Maybe I'd best stay in bed.” “You'll feel like a million dollars in a minute, ol’-timer Hey, Francois!” he houted to the hovering valet de chambre *'Tell that waiter to rush up three first aid A gen’l’man’s like to die.” They came, and our disconsolate asso- ciate took heart Tell you what,” he exclaimed confiden tially. “I’m getting kind of sick of thes places we been eating at, ain't you? I mean to say, they don’t give you real food. Now I know a place where you can get gen-u-ine home cooking, so what do you boys say if we go there es M’'sieu Hicks glanced swiftly at me, but responded with praiseworthy enthusiasm “Sure! You're the doctor. Leadon! He's goin’ to uncover a new chef, Henree."’ The Professor informed us as we drove along that this restaurant was a quiet ex clusive place which only the bons vivants of Paris knew about —a snug little retreat with a Bohemian flavor, whose food was unsurpassed in the world EVENING POST Va foi, it was exclusive indeed! Three or four mournful guests lurked like ghosts in the gloom of the tiny hole-in-the-wall to which he conducted us. There were splashes of beer on the table and a general cheesiness to the atmosphere if I may be permitted the expression —extremely trying to a sen- sitive nature. But Stuffle kept rubbing his hands, assuring us with nervous eagerness how very select and choice the place was. Despite his encomiums on each dish I could not eat the pale cold corpse of a fish that was laid in front of me, or the gristle which followed, labeled chateaubriand on the menu; and the pommes frites and salad were easily recognizable as left-overs from happier day “Ain't it fine he demanded, rubbing his hands Don’t it remind you of home?” My partner rested a moment from his labors with knife and fork and replied cau- tiously: “‘It sure does make me homesick, professor. How come you found this place? Fell off the sidewalk?” ‘Just happened to run on it,” was the pleased answer. “‘I have eaten here quite a lot. It’s very reasonable too, though the food’s so good.” This much will I say for M’sieu Stuffle he did not exaggerate. The word was well chosen, for the dinner with a bottle of sour red wine amounted to five franes each. And not a meal to which we had entertained him cost us less than fifty franes a head! ‘*Professor,”’ said M’sieu Hicks, struck by a sudden thought. “It ain’t right or fair to let you, a visitor to these shores, enter- tain us like thi Me and Henree’ve been here now more’n two years, and though this is only our second trip to Paree it don’t seem proper to let you spend your money onus. So I will take the bill off your hands. Hey, madame, gimme l'addition! Toot sweet!” “No, no! IL insist,”’ quavered Stuffle tremulously. ‘Please let me pay.” “Nonsense! That'd be asking too much.” ‘Well, L tell you what I'll do,” exclaimed The Professor in vast relief, ‘I'll be a sport. Let’s match for it.” Of the further events of that night only a cor fused memory remains | confes it, m'sieu, for we sallied forth into the heart whose blazing streets warmed with humanity, given over to song and merrymaking and unbridled joy In the dense masses of the boulevards M’sieu Stuffle could discover nobody bear- ing even a faint resemblance to a re ident of his own home town, but he picked up numerous other acquaintances Indeed, yes! Losing him for a brief space, we dis- of the great city, cerned him at a distance the center of a hilarious ring of French officers and their girls, who danced about The Professor with locked arms And there was M’sieu Stuffle in the middle performing a hoedown with intense earnestness and vigor under the full glare of an are light His amiable disposition led him into sev- eral entanglements. For instance, we had fairly to pry loose from his side a Parisian person wearing a cap, who appeared to us of such a lowbrow type that we suspected he had designs on our companion’s pocket- book lso he bought half a gross of lead pencils from a blind woman, and when we inquired why, insisted that in all his life he had never possessed a pencil at the moment he needed one, and from now to the end of his days he proposed to be well heeled in this respect An unfortunate incident rose from this transaction. For the blind lady pursued December 6, 1919 M’sieu Stuffle and caught him by the coat tails, shrilling that she had been robbed, swindled, cheated. According to her, our friend had given her a twenty-franc note for which she had counted out change in silver, only to discover its spuriousness by the absence of a watermark the instant she held it against the light. However, this misunderstanding was smoothed over by my partner presenting her with a genuine twenty franes. Stuffle, he would do noth- ing, stoutly maintaining that somebody had passed the money on him, and turn about was fair play. Ah, m’sieu, what a city is Paris on nights of gladness! No other people know how to celebrate with the same abandon and light- heartedness. Unbridled gayety, laughter and love; never a thought of to-morrow’s reckoning. Adventures everywhere; they come to you unsought. The joyous crowds mill up and down the boulevards, packing them from wall to wall so that all vehicular traffic is suspended. When a daring driver ventures in from a side street, scores pile aboard, or they pick up the car and carry it to a place where it will not inconvenience them They dance, they sing, they hug, they play pranks. Ah, those dear Parisians! Everywhere you meet with merriment and light-hearted laughter. All the cafés are ablaze and raising prices; all the waiters are perspiring. Everybody knows every- body else; you are welcome in every little party you encounter. On one point, however, I maintain that M'sieu Hicks grossly exaggerates in his story of the night’s happenings. He asserts that I tickled a gendarme on the Boulevard Haussmann, which I emphatically deny. For where would be the motive, or the sense, in such a proceeding? To retaliate in kind, I suggest that you inquire who was responsible for the motley procession which accompanied us to our hotel. Mais, oui! Ask M’'sieu Hicks that! Or better still, demand the truth of Madame Patsy. She knows and will be pleased to tell For when we arrived home, my friend, there followed at our heels a mongrel dog, which my partner pronounced to be a per- fect specimen of the Siberian bee hound, and a dirty-faced urchin of nine or ten years who claimed that M’sieu Joe had adopted him, he being a war orphan and destitute. Also there were unloaded from our taxi a talking parrot, two canaries and a large live lobster My partner herded this menagerie into the elevator and ascended to our rooms As for me, I remained below, debating whether to sally out again in search of The Professor or leave him to his fate, for we had lost him. Yes, in the confusion we had become separated, and M’sieu Stuffle did not arrive home with us. Presently my partner reappeared in the lobby, leading the youth aforesaid by the ear “The Professor's upstairs,’’ heannounced “Come on up.” “But that child? What are you going to do with him?” “Oh, I caught him stealing my cigarettes, and he’s promised to go home to his parents.” Eh bien, we mounted to our rooms. And there at the door stood M’sieu Stuffle, beam- ing like a summer sun, to welcome us “The greatest day in my career, boys!" he declared, shaking us feelingly by the hand. ‘‘Absolutely! I got only one regret.”’ ““What’s that, ol’-timer?”’ ‘I ought to’ve seen Paris before I gave myself to the Lord.” With that he escorted us into the parlor with such an air of triumphant secretive- ness that my curiosity was roused. ‘Greatest day in my career!”’ he repeated. ‘Yes, sir. Found another boy from my home town. Used to work for old Doe Stone. Know Doc Stone well—just like brothers.” “What? You did? Put her there, pro- fessor!’*cried M’sieu Hicks. “I’m for you Iam that! Any guy who’s as loyal as you are is my friend.” ‘But where did you find this fellow towns- man?’ I demanded “Oh, over there’’—waving his hand ‘“‘just happened to bump into him. The poor feller had no place to sleep, so I brought him along. He's in Henree’s room.” Filled with the liveliest misgivings, | hurried thither. Indeed The Professor had been loyal, m’sieu! I'll say so! For on his back in my bed, sound asleep, lay a large fat colored gentleman. d 4 is f

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| THE SATURDAY O/IL- BURNING DWARD N. HURLEY, the former station. He is not in the bunkerage busi- chairman of the shipping board, had _ ness for his healt} developed for him an interesting com But the skipper’s oil at the point where he parison of the performances of two steam- can buy coal for five dollars a ton will not ers of the same tonnage running between : St. Thoma price where trar Brazilian ports and New York. The c , by oil tanke becomes a fa burning ship made the trip in twenty-f e price. At the shore he should days and eight hours; the oil-burning ship buy his oil at close to eig did precisely the same run and under the _ there is in ordinary weig] same weather conditionsintwenty-onedays seven barrels to the ton and thirteen hours, averaging a full knot his daily fuel bill is ab« per hour better speed. The slower ship used _ itself would seem to repre 657 tons of coal, as against 359 tons of oil on gain comes el ew here It: e faster ship. The coal burner had nine’ below, in labor—in enormo firemen and trimmers in her boiler room, ings, which increase eve the oil ship but three. The skipper ofthe oil — tion as the ship increase burner, who was aware of the competition, — in better speed and in m took out his pencil and paper at its close comes too in a better mai! and figured out a tabie after this fashion It has been estimated tl like the Mauretania, vel Ws a teen | aved at horse power, at least 10,000 horse power art time > R $4,187 s actually lost d y each watenh thr yt aidit t t the necessit of drawing her fires, a pe tatdliat . iormance not nece il v h oil-t x \ 1 boilers. And for such a vessel w requ aVINg \ the triy 1,S40.0 ing more than 300 firemen and trimmer ¥ ‘7 to keep her up to her great rated peed, Ver! ty five remen and tr THIMeT | r the This, mind you, was the saving in the burners would be more than ade ite operation of twosmall ships. In great men would in turn have far easier the ratio of economy is not only maintained ind one great lal p em W 1 but increased, A 10,000-ton freighter that solve itself efficiently and econor will burn forty tons of coal a day can be W onder not then that the I ted State driven I by thirty o tons of oil. If Shipping Board has decided to { w the she is luck she can still buy Pocahontas lead of the United States Navy and « coal at Nev wport News for five dollars a_i > com y the coal-burning ship ton—probably more, after the soft-coal f ram. With this p liners finished with their newest de it has esta ed it mands for oi is we have If she is in European waters and can ivy to Manila and ba buy the coal at any price it will cost her r out the elaborate at least twenty dollars a ton. In other coal-burning arrangements of the great words her bunker bill for coal would Leviathan and whe e next throug} crease from $200 a day to $800. On the’ the Narrow he will sail as an oil-burning other hand tl ship with a tremendous ec my of me its oil prices and fuel and |} er space And so in turr ti ne to remain une will come the envine om re f the and t y other great hips wt f er tlew the ters of lla ot Gern The new hips of the d or pping board's program will be equipped N il burners beneath their b while ! its expe examine still more « to me the comme al possil ties of the inter ar at St. Thor combustion oil engine f the Diesel and good busine er Diese pe Uncle Samuel 0 king. It: ist forever, it may profit, to meet not last more than te ear No ma i The Canal Boats of DOMANCE has run with rling sails and 1 pron |} ng u ydr r U ships that leave the land, ( But look beneath « } | here r Can be J ‘ } of dreams are fl y And sigh for ¢ t} ) ne ward tack or lee His Ww Oo } hway? } } re The lazy barge ae eee ™ , ; ea 1 eye , , ‘ r r The Neptu e, oh! ¢ parado yur by quays 0 ) And travels u} own the stre ever once ato ‘ 1 tug must é i] ej] é darting tua That du i r ) } ping u ere Perhap he B rh ht to port a cargo rich with go But no he , uniry / ( rro nher?t The Phyl ( niy af €, « finery hereft hig ‘ ‘ The OO eee mn Nor at vaterway or Fe or eign far ‘ nt far fron ere t and far the Southern Cre From languid drifting days along canals that gather mo There’ Ip i, Va Sa Crainte, Ravanche they smack of pirates’ play, But never hoist a flag of black, except on washing day EVENING POST 73 SHIPS | tell. There is no accurate or scientific | method of telling just how much of this cheap and simple and wonderfully efficient fuel lies beneath the irface old earth But while it come it does come these irs! —we sl n deed fools if we 1 not ym mercial advantage of it One thing m«¢ a little thing, perl but little things do count. I hope that the shipping board is going to change again the names of our commandeered German ship Hot ra t finishes ng them the ‘etime : beep you u don't they? : } ] fittings and places them in mer« ice once again LONDON DUPLEX Leviathan is a mouthful, Agame ma far more difficult one; ane } is far worse, neither stands In any sense, near or remote, for anything American lor years past | have hoped that some | man would have the courage and the } patrioti ct a great otel in his | Reversible Leather Coats \ home t t not after himself or | the for teresting name of some | | Indian chiefta but reve m toa incient custom, the United States Hotel or the American House or even Congre Hall Those name mea ometl rj ‘ iid me mething toa man witl the red blood of the United State in hi t eason to believe that my hope is not a one that these ypreat new ship of will bear real American names from rt to finish. It has been suggested, and the suggestion is being received with favor by the shipping board, that they be name« ilter the poet ‘ names of tne state of the Union: the Bay State, the Golden Sti (,o pick out your model at the store that mia sells Pelters. Hf you don't know one in tne your locality, write us International Duplex Coat Co. Pioneer Makers of Leather Coats e 114-116 Fifth Ave New York we. | GIVE ONE FOR XMAS 1d come into its ow re Live Huh oa Notes ” Only ‘ POST The Help of God he named } r PAID ROBINSON REMINDER Powe h pulp each memo separate Tear Out When Attended To , . L t Ae Wa ” Ri} / i j ea | ] j r ye 1} vere har 4 ey t “ Rea fails a Mate ar T} ‘ ‘ ¢ that ever E. S. WELLS, Chemist, Jersey City, N. J ingles Phietai = oe

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74 Sa’ that toot! hurt ome! Well, I've got t be galloping got a scow f work to ad. Say, Mack, what d’'ye know about t Here old Cur Lo tops me out in he d a while ago and wants to know t yy out Wally Gay Whe ked MeNutt, opening his Curl Locks Squint - Lamp Big - Beal Fish-C hin Two-M igs! Don't you now your own tiger? Your man Friday old Nosey-Nose,” Oh, he does, eh? What was he saying?” “Oh, asking me if I knew who Wally’s parents were ‘Tt d him to toddle over and f k Wally for that information Don't I wish he would? And don't I could be gazing thr gha knot hole when he did? Oh, no—not a-tall! Well, Mack, what d’ye know about it? I’m off!” The office door slammed behind the hipping clerk and immediately flew open in front of him “Say, Mack, don’t forget what I told ut Unele Lonnie Dugglebunner dying from sitting on the small of his back too much! What d’ye know os The closing door shut half of the question outside At twelve clerk} ‘I'm going to lunch and I won for a couple of hours.”” he said. “I's MeNutt called his 4 0 CLOCK ‘t be back e left some orders here on my desk Hand them out to the men as they come in.” The clerk after the yardmaster had gone untied a newspaper parcel and hurriedly ate the lunch it contained. Then he took an electric torch and climbed up into the attic where the files of old car records were kept “Seven or eight year ago!" he muttered as he flashed the light over the tacks of black and dusty records piled about the wall Bhat a job! A chance in a thou and if I find it at all! But that shipping clerk said he was certain it was in June, I'll look over the June records for those two years.’ He spent half an hour going over the dusty pages of a huge volume Another half hour hé pored over a second volume, tle was about to close the book and give up his search when he noticed a heavy smudgy line following down the margin of the page before the row of car numbers, as though a thick finger. black with dust, had been dragged over the sheet He followed it to the bottom of the page, found it on the next sheet, turned a page and found it there And he watched it page after page until it stopped before a blue-pencil cross mark ‘There it is!” he chuckled. “P. G. M. 67677!" And he took out a notebook from his pocket and copied the number and initials Then he copied into the book the numbers and initials of the five cars below and of the five cars above P. G. M. 67677. He year, the month and the as he read them at the also set down the day of the montl top of the page “There may be something in it some- time!" he mumbled to work up anyway. It'll be good experience.” He was about to return the book to its stopped, brought it out again, d turned to the page he had just been examining “Get the original whenever itis possible,” he laughed. “That's what the book says - And he took a penknife from his pocket and carefully cut out the page, which he folded and stowed away in a bill fold. He then put the record back into its place and to his desk. “(ood case place when he opened it an went down That afternoon he stopped in at the basement of the chemical laboratory, where he visited for a few moments with the janitor, condoling with him over his hard job and low salary and leaving a cigar with him And the next afternoon he dropped in on the janitor and left another cigar and a word of cheer. The third after noon he asked for and received the key to the attic of the building where several tons of old aecounting-department records were stored, He had worked for Chief Clerk Calla for a few months until Mr. Calla had discov ered that he was not up to the standard of the class of men he wished to have on his ayain force tis work had been on the receiving- clerk's desk, and the knowledge he had there gained relative to the manner of THE SATURDAY EVENING POST WHITE LINES (Continued from Page 15 classifying and tabulating incoming ship- ments now enabled him to find quickly the information he was seeking. Back at his desk in the yardmaster’s office, he entered this new data in his note- book— “Shipped by Masterson & Kirk from Ferro Junction.” He mused over the entry for some time. “It’s the Stanley Kirk Furnace Com- pany now— Masterson got out a long while ago,”’ he said, talking to himself. ‘‘ Master- son went into politics. I'll take a run down to Ferro Junction some of these days and look round. It’s about ten miles south of here on the R. T. V. Not much of a case, but it will give me some experience.” He put away the notebook and drew a paper-bound volume from a drawe vr in his desk, the title of which was “How to Jecome a Detective. He turned to Lesson Ten and began reading. It was several days afterward that M« Nutt took a flash light and climbed up into the attic, pulled out an old car-record volume from a great stack and began running over its entries. Page after page he turned until he was almost through the volume. Then he turned back to the front and began anew. “That's funny!"” he muttered. “I’m pretty sure I found it that time somewhere about the middle of the book.” He continued his search, bending over the volume until his back ached and his eyes blurred from the constant searching. “This is the record—no mistake about that —and it ought to be right about here,” he said. “That blue-pencil mark couldn't have faded and that sheet couldn't have worked out and got lost.” tut he began looking at the numbers at the tops of the pages. Then he swore. A page was missing! And forcing the book wider open he discovered the cut stub of the missing sheet He put the volume back into place and went down to his office, where he lighted his pipe, sat down at his desk, elevated his feet and proceeded to stare at the toes of his shoes. For ten, for fifteen, for twenty minutes he sat immovable. Then he dropped his feet, straightened up in his chair and reached over and drew a block of yellow forms from a pigeonhole, on the top one of which he wrote a line or two. ‘Hey, Damrosch!” he called. And when his clerk came he handed him the yellow slip ‘What’ took the slip “That's your ‘Take it to the time office pay you up to six o'clock this evening.’ “ Discharged?” “Canned!” “Wh at for?” ‘Ask yourself—don’t ask me! ‘Will will you give me a recommend?” ‘I wouldn’t give you a recommend for a job wheeling shale at the brickyards! Get out! And if I thought you had that page you cut out of that record upstairs about you I'd have it if | had to break your neck getting it! But I know you haven't got it on your person. Get out!” The clerk made no reply, and while he was clearing out his desk preparatory to leaving, McNutt smoked and mused. “He did it, of course!"’ he told himself. “Nobody else! But what for? What for? That's what I'd like to know. I wonder if [ should tell Wally? Perhaps I should, but this?"’ asked the clerk as he ecard for good behavior. and Bottman will I don’t like to—I don’t lke the idea of broaching that subject to him. I guess | won't.” There was no need of his worrying over the question whether Wally Gay should be informed of Damrosch’s act —Damrosch himself attended to the conveying of that information and very promptly. For after he had been paid his wages at the time ottice he walked down through the yards to the site of the new open-hearth plant where work had been begun and where, he was told, Wally Gay was now occupied. He had never seen Wally Gay—he might as well take a look at him. He found a great army of men at work on the new site, unloading brick and sand and gravel and crushed stone; constructing temporary frame buildings; excavating long trenches and deep pits; mixing con- crete and mortar; laying brick and pour- ing concrete. He stopped near a bed of cement mortar in which a man puddled with a hoe. “Do you know Wally Gay when you see him?” he asked the mortar mixer. “Sure! That’s him over there by the engineer—the feller with the yeller cordu- roys on.” Damrosch looked in the direction the man indicated and saw two men standing near a surveyor’s instrument. One of them was figuring or writing in a book which he held on the curve of his left arm; the other was intently watching the proceeding. The onlooker was dressed in drab corduroys and the cap he wore was of the same material. His figure was very straight and there was a hint of strength about it and a graceful- ness that the ill-fitting suit of coarse cloth could not conce val. “By G reorge! “ ‘There lookat™ The engineer finished his writing or cal- culation, slipped his book into a wide pocket of his coat and turned to his transit, which he began adjusting and leveling. The young man in drabs picked up a handful of slender pointed iron stakes and a steel tape. Under the direction of the engineer he moved off a hundred feet or so and stopped to set a stake; walked on and set another stake and another, and so approached the spot where Damrosch was standing. The engineer drew his book from his pocket and again busied himself with a pencil. Dam- rose h walked forward and spoke: ‘Are you Wally Gay? “Yes “Er—how would you like to have me look up something of your early history for you! *What?” Damrosch started. There was something in the that hurled the monosyllable at him that disturbed him. A wiser man would have turned and gone away. Dam- rosch stayed. And again he spoke, though not so confidently: “Why —er— I'd think it’d be rather awk- ward not to know something of your own family--who your parents were—-to have people speaking of you as —hum——well, you see, Gay, I happened to find out the num- ber of that car you were brought here in and I've learned where the car was shipped from and who shipped it. Now, if I set to work on the case I might discover some- thing that would Pe He stopped. The feeling of uneasiness that had been growing upon him since that first sharp question now gave way to posi- tive fear, for the iron stakes and the steel tape that Wally held in his hands had fallen clattering to the ground and his eyes were blazing with anger. “You dirty little slant-eyed skunk!” he shouted. ‘‘Who asked you to butt in on my private affairs?” He raised a clenched fist and took two steps forward. Damrosch took three steps backward, tripped over a bag of cement and splashed full length into the mortar bed. He scrambled to his feet, grabbed a bedraggled hat, waded out and streamed across the yard toward the gate. And as he went he was saying to himself, “Now I will! Now I will trace him! I'll block his game! I'll fix him!” “What's the row?” asked the engineer, coming up. ‘Private matter,”’ replied Wally shortly, The engineer looked at his assistant a moment, “Allright, Wally. Now we'll locate that south pier. Get the rod.” Running lines, driving stakes, checking and rechecking measurements, carrying the transit here and there and helping to set it up; looking over the engineer’s shoulder as he worked out his calculations; sitting —_ him in the little rough frame shack behind the great piles of building materials; talking with him, asking questions, learn- ing, learning, learning—learning facts he had never dreamed of knowing, always buoyed up by that same fervor and en- thusiasm that had buoyed him up in what- ever work he had undertaken. And when one day Hofer handed him a great sheet of paper thickly covered with figures and said to him carelessly, ‘‘Look over my calcula- tions, Wally, and see if I have made any mistakes,” he shivered with pleasure. And another day when the engineer sent him out alone to make a measurement he glowed with pride and a mist floated before his eyes just for a moment. Then he laughed muttered Damrosch. isn’t anything scrubby about his voice December 6, 1919 and threw the steel tape high into the air, catching it as it fell. “Getting on!"’ he whispered. The excavations deepened day by day and the trenches stretched out to greater and greater lengths; the steam cranes came chugging in over new-laid tracks and reached out their black arms over the great holes down in the dirty depths of which men picked and shoveled and blasted in clay and sand and rock. And the masons came in with trowels and plumb bobs and levels and the crane arms began lowering boxes of brick and huge steel buckets of mortar and concrete and the foundations of furnaces and stacks and piers crept slowly upward. With eyes that glistened Wally watched it all, letting no phase of the work, no detail of itescape him. And when Hofer was absent for an hour or two, or was busy with some affair of his own, he would hurry out and get into the work himself—taking a hoe and helping the mortar mixer mix a box of mortar; tugging and lifting and heaving with a gang of sailors as they set some huge casting in place; climbing down into the excavations and dumping a box of sand or concrete, or carrying bricks to the masons; giving a hand to the carpenters placing their concrete forms; assisting the boiler makers with their heavy slabs and sheets of steel, As though he watched the building of his own house he watched the beginning of the construction of the new open hearth, and more than once his eye caught errors mistakes made by mason or carpenter—for he knew how things should be there. He had driven the stakes, he had carried the tape, he had helped to make the measure- ments and the figures were in his head and not forgotten. And every day he was por- ing over the great blue map that lay spread out on Hofer’s desk, learning to read and understand it, studying its details, mem- orizing them. “The best man I ever had for a helper,” Hofer told Mackenzy. ‘‘Couldn’t get along without him—couldn’t possibly get along. Don’t ask me for him while I’m on this job.” “‘But I’m going to,” returned Mackenzy. *‘I’m going to take him into the office in a week or two.” Hofer begged and pleaded, protested and threatened, but to no avail. “No, I want him. I didn’t induce him to leave the position he had to work with you continuously. He’s been out here about long enough. I will give you young Shofner—-Shofner is all right.””. And Mac- kenzy walked away. Wally received orders one afternoon to report at Mackenzy’s office the following morning. It was the first time he had been there. He saw thirty or forty men bending over tables and drawing-boards, busy with pencils and pens and rulers. Most of them he noticed were smoking pipes, cigars or cigarettes, and most of them were talking and laughing. The racket and din in the room was so great that he did not hear a sad-faced young man of sixteen or seven- teen summers, seated at a desk near a door opening into another room, speaking to him. The sad-faced youth left his chair and came over to him. ““Who'd you want to see?” he asked. *““Mr. Mackenzy sent me word to come here this morning,” replied Wally. ‘“‘Isn’t here yet—neither’s Bolling. Set down over here by my desk—they’ll be along.” Wally sat down. The young man dropped into his chair and at once started to talk: “Say, I seen a dandy fillum at the Band- box Theater last night—Custer’s Last Fight. Believe me, them Indians could ride! They’d hang onto their horses by their feet and shoot under their bellies—the horses’ bellies, you know. Gee, it was a great show! I seen another peach of a fillum at the Bi-jow —_ before last that was all right too. Captain Kidd, the Pirate. Some picture, kiddo, that was! Go much?” **Not much,” replied Wally. “Here’s Rz ittlebones now. That’s his office there. Go on in. “Well, you’re on hand, I see,”” was Mac- kenzy’s greeting to Wally as he entered the chief engineer’s office. “‘I have thought that I would let you work with Jimmy Sloan, our print boy, for a few days—that’s Continued on Page 77

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4 ee a eS ee ee ae . I (Continued from Page 74) Jimmy at the desk near my office door— and then I’ll have Bolling find you a place. Come out and I'll introduce you to the crowd. He introduced Wally to each of the men in the big drafting room, none of whom Wally had met before, though some of them he knew by sight, having seen them going through the mills. Bolling he had often talked with when he was assistant foreman at the old open hearth and he did not like him. He found fault with Bolling’s perfect knee action when he walked; he did not fancy the suggestion, which always came to him when he saw Bolling, of a crowbar hidden beneath the man’s coat, lying along the spinal column; and he hated the per- petual sneer that curled the thin lips of the assistant engineer. None of the draftsmen seemed interested in him, though one of them— Billings—remarked: ‘“‘I believe I have seen you in the mills.” Jimmy Sloan conducted him to the file room “Gee, I'm glad you've come!” said Jimmy. “I’ve got about a million blue prints to file ld Rattlebones has had ’e ~ all out mately. Boss the way we do i File ’em by t » letters and numbe ‘rs in these drawers ar r the n cross index ’em in this book. Most of ’em are old prints. You'll tumb le on in a few minutes—it ain’t nothin’. Say, I seen a bird of a fillum at the Panky Poo Theater last week. Daniel Joone and Davy Crockett. It was all right. int in there! Can’t you t belongs over there! I seen another cuckoo of a fillum at the Little Grand—The Belle of Iceland. Be- sister, there was some scenery

lieve me, there!” Jimmy’s voice rattled on and the filing of the prints continued steadily. By noon Wally’s head was aching from Jimmy’s easeless rattle and from the close atmos- phere of the room in which they worked; and I arms were aching too—aching to move mething | vy, something weightier than these thir Paeman ae blue paper. But he had yund a keen Poo re in his trifling task and a hundred times ‘he had drawn backa print he was thrus stin g into its drawer to run his eye over its myriad white lines, wonder- ing what they meant ‘We'll print after dinner,” Jimmy an- nounced when the work was complete. ‘““Gee, I've got a thousand blue prints to get out!” They went up to the top floor of the building in a great glass-roofed room and Jimmy set to work. “What do you want me to do?” asked Wally. “Oh, just watch me! You'll wise up to the job pretty soon and then you can help me along—it ain’t nothin’. Say, I seen a im not long ago— Hannibal it was great! loo-loo of a fill and Skipio, it was called. Say, Elephants up to the tummicks in snow; tigers and lions, and coons with ivory rings in their noses; parrots and ostriches and horses. Some show, I’m here to tell you!” The work of printing got under way. Jimmy’s voice rattled on, but Wally gave attention to the printing only, watching with fascinated eyes i pleasurable and with excitement the tingeing to blue of the white paper, which Jimmy would lock in the frames, as the sun’s rays struck upon it, and the creeping out of the myriads of white lines and figures and words. What a lot he was learning, he thought! Whata lot there was for him yet to learn! How ignorant he was! Until to-day he had always be- lieved the white lines on the blue prints he had seen had been traced there with white ink. Now he watched the sun drawing them there. He could read the large blue print ir Hofer’ s office, but that was more like a map; these se ts were of another kind complex, incomprehensible. As he handled the crisp sheets he wondered if he would ever » to understand them. One day ing told him he could work ar Billings and Billings would show him what he was to do. The drafts- man set him to making a telephone roster for the plant, giving him an old roster for a guide. He rked rapidly, but carefully ial " v d

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Well ¢ n I'll show you how to trace it.” THE SATURDAY The tracing was begun. Billings watched with an approving eye. “You've got a pretty good drag with Rattlebones, haven't you?” he asked. “Oh, I don’t know that I have! He told me he thought it would help me if I came he re and worked a while.”’ “Live in Steelburg?”’ “Tee.” ” “* Always lived here? “All my life.” “Who are your folks? old man do?” “T haven’t got any folks.’ ““Huh? Haven’t any folks? How’s that?” “None of your business!” The words were snapped out in an angry voice. Billings stz arte od back. “You needn’ *t be so darned crabby about it, need oom :" Wally began to tremble. **T—I didn’t mean to be, about that to anybody.” “Oh, I didn’t know! I beg your pardon.” And Billings walked away. Wally came quickly to like Billings and in Billings there developed a high regard for his charge, and what he had looked for- ward to with dread— breaking in this green man—became a positive pleasure. And when the first intricate tracing was made his skill and cleverness with the pen had enabled him to come to this phase of the drafting work very soon—and Billings had looked over it and pronounced it ‘‘as nifty a job as any I have ever seen,” there swept over the pt - that glow of pride, flushing his cheek, causing his pulses to leap; the old glow of pride that had always come to him when he had accomplished something that he felt was worth while. Under Billings’ tutelage he was soon learning to decipher the messages the blue prints carried, and questions fell from his lips thick and fast. To learn, to learn—the desire was ever hot within him—he must learn all that these keen-eyed men bending over their drawing-boards knew, for he had come to realize that here in the drafting room were the beginnings of things ir Not an engine, not a motor, nota roll train moved until these men had built i it up, torn down, dissected it piece by , tested its every bolt and bearing and ca ting and forging and had seen it in their minds’ eyes doing its work. Not a foundation was laid down that they had not first laid down here; not a furnace was built that they had not first built here; not a stack erected that they had not erected here. Steel could not be made until these men with pens and pencils and rules and scales and protractors had given the word. Here was the be- lings of things in steel! He must learn ” What does your ’ but I don’t talk i steel.

The room had learned that he possessed unusual mathematical ability and he was showered with attentions in the shape of requests for aid in checking and figuring stresses and strains and speeds and | and capacities. Because of his willingr 1eS8s and cheerfulness in performing any kind of task thrust upon him the room good naturedly named him “‘the goat,’’ just as the mills had once done. And the room would come to him and slap him on the back and call him a — old scout and then whisper, “Just r your eagle eye > figures, old soc a s, and see if I’m right’; or, ‘“‘Take a slant at this job old Rattlebones has sti ick off on me, won’t you, and help me out?” Or, ‘‘¢ heck up this track curvature for me, young feller that’s the boy!”” And never a day went by that some one of the room was not saying with a laugh, “Give it te the goat to do he eats eve rything like that!’ Mackenzy was beer a him and not infrequently he had him in his office, sound ing him, examining him, asking question talking with him about different phases of engineering work, loads ove r thes

And once or twice each week he would send him with some ur mportant message to Hofer, always aying a Wally would start to] ‘Look round down there for an hour or ee se how things are going 4 And Wally would ea Hofer and talk with him a while work | eave the office rry the message to about the and then climb down among the deep laid foundations and wander tnvough the uncheckered flues and about the clean, dry tunnels and watch the workmen at their tasks and talk with the foremen and give a hand here and there where he saw man power was lacking on some heavy job. ‘Big work!” he would whi per to him- self, “Big work! ] ought to be in it! |] must get back—I must do real work!” EVENING POST One day Mackenzy handed him a thick leather-bound book i was Michelis’ Math- ematics and Mechanics. “Look that over, W ally,” he said; “you may find it interesting.” He — the book to his room at the — where he lived ar a at once buried himself in ite onan Old Major Fronk wandered desolate through the gloomy offices of the Falls House for half the eve- ning, then went to his room, put his violin under his arm and marched in upon the reader. ‘What’s that you’re reading?” manded sharply. “Oh, it’s a book about arithmetie and things,” replied Wally without looking up. ‘It is,eh? Don’t you ge t enough of that sort of stuff through the day at your work but must sit up half the night with it, neg- lecting me and making me neglect you? Where's that Two Years Before the Mast I gave you to read?”’ “I'm almost through that—I’ll finish it.” “Oh, you'll finish it, will you? But you toss it aside for some he de confounded book about arithmetic! What do you think of it?” “Tt’s fine reading, major, and s Listen to this! It say e: “I don’t want to hear it!’ roared the major. “‘ Young man, you're in a fair way to become a one-ideaed jackass if you're going to keep this up tead of the aul round broad-minded man I hi pes to see you develop into. A man can know hi work, his profes s10Nn, from A to Z, l o is this.

and if that is all he does know he’ When you've finished your day’s st those cussed — mills heaven's sake

le ave your wi W i he ‘ the hot never that w j ' chot y back the ug \\ ed words tha would tly to I lips because ( ‘ i wonder »he w ‘ t wi e wa ymeone must a ‘ he Wretched, miserable, unhappy, hi thr igt the day T z i i Zloor ind ft face vw 1a i ( were ful And ‘ m alone Then came t i nd mor £ ul \ ( i ( ind unt Ne rone d ti id ne fron face and ( r Ir ! eye And | } old if 1 ! oO mie iughter and | nad le ¢ i Slasm the oom knew that t 0 ime Wa Ly Gay wi ’ t » aval 1 the room came to him and slapped him on the bach “ut a allied nim old cout and ail a “Cast your eagle eye over these figure |

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Boston Cleveland New York DECK PAINT — DRIES HARD OVERNICHT THE SATURDAY socks, will you, and see if I'm right?’’ And, “Take a slant at this exercise teacher gave » and tell me if I’m safe in handing it in!” And, ‘‘ Peep into this nice little nest of numerals ard see if there’s a cowbird in it, Wally!” Mackenzy’s health, always poor, was fail ing rapidly. His little body seemed to be shrinking, shriveling; his sunken eyes went farther into the hollows that held them; his bony hands grew bonier, his stooping form stooped more and more. The room quit speaking of him as Rattlebones and spoke respectfully of him as Mackenzy. Then one day he went away and the room said, “It’s a long good-by we've said to him.” And Bolling took his place Jolling with the fine knee action; Bolling with the crowbar hidden beneath his coat, lying along the spinal column; Bolling with the perpetual sneer on the thin lips. Solling was not liked by the room and Bolling knew he was not liked by the room, yet did he at once proceed to intensify that dislike by demanding stricter discipline during working hours talking and laughing, less visiting from desk to desk, closer attention to the work in hand. And then came his order that smoking was to Six draftsmen’s pipes were aglow before the order was cold, and putting on their coats and hats and collecting their in- struments, six smokers puffed smokily out of the room. Their unfinished jobs were divided among the other draftsmen, and Wally now found less cease, work assigned to him more difficult than any he had before attempted And he worked harder, for Bolling did not send him to carry inconsequential messages to Hofer at the new open hearth and tell him to spend an hour there looking about. He was bent over his table and drawing-board the entire day now, studying the mysterious white lines of the blue prints, the white lines that were rapidly losing their mystery for him; or busying himself with protractor and seale and rule on new drawings, with Billings frequently glancing over his work, criticizing, approving, offering suggestions But on Sunday s he would go down to the great new plant that was slowly taking on form and shape, where a semblance of or derliness was rising out of disorderlines wander about its base and empty reaches, deserted of workmen, with crane and engine and motor in re pose, resting it seemed to him — from their Sisyphean labors; to climb down into the holes and pits and excava- tions and study the heavy masonry, taking the measurement of some wall or arch or pier and checking his finding with the de tails of the drawing which he had stored away in his mind; to mount to some post of elevation and look along the long line of unfinished furnaces and envision the plant finished, complete and going—the black brimming ladles with the creamy slag slop ping over their curving brims, rising silently out of the pits; the squat bowls of red cinder and slag and the glowing molds; the charged furnaces with the yellow flames shooting out of peephole and glory hole and port joint; the vessels of molten pig metal swinging in overhead from the mighty mix- ers. And as in his mind’s eye he beheld the busy scenes to be he fancied he could hear the rumble and jar of the charging cranes; the shriek of the compressed air through the cylinder and outlets as the gas was reversed; the clatter and clash of iron thrown about on iron floors; the shouting and laughing, the singing and whistling of the workmen; and steadily, steadily in his ears the bubbling, bubbling, bubbling of the fluid steel in the bath. “Oh, but it’s big work!” he would sigh. “And I'm not init! I must get back! I must get back!” He often pondered over his possible re- turn to the open hearth. Was Manning to have charge of the new plant? No one seemed to know — Goodlow was silent as to his plans. If Manning was to be superin- tendent would he, he wondered, give him his old job back if he should ask for it? There would be two foremen here and two assistants. Perhaps But no, he didn’t dare think of a foremanship— not yet. He did not want to go back to the old open hearth. It was a dismal hole, as he saw it now, knowing what the new one was to be. It was old, antiquated, out of date, close and crowded—a man-killer. Why, he would rather be a furnaceman here in the new plant than a foreman in the old—in this splendid plant which he himself had helped create, which he had watched grow and develop from the day the first stake was driven in the soggy clay that first s, to tools EVENING POST stake which he had driven with his own hands! Here everything was to be of the latest design. There would be roominess and conveniences and comfort, the fur- naces were to be the newest types; they would be larger— there would be big money inone of them. And they would be speedier, too, for all the faults of previous types of furnaces were to be corrected in these. There was the slope—that was the glaring fault in the old furnace; he had studied it all out through his blue glasses when he was a furnaceman. That would be cor- rected of course. Billings was at work on the drawing for the new furnace, the improved type that was to be used in the new plant. He had been at work on it for a long while, and Wally was asking innumerable questions, watching every pencil mark made, poring over the drawing at every opportunity he could find. Every detail of the work he considered — knew every line, every curve, every angle, put away in his memory every dimension, could tell without a moment’s hesitation — if asked —the thickness of every wall, the curvature of every arch, the reach of every angle, the size of every opening. “Here, Wally,” laughed Billings day, ‘take the pencil and finish it up. You much about it—or more—than one know I do.” Coming back from his lunch one day the draftsman found Wally bending over the drawing as “Haven't you been to lunch yet?” he asked. “No Say, Billings, you haven't drawn the port slope right ““What’s the matter with it?” “Why, you've made it the same as the slope on the old furnace.”’ “IT know it~ I’m copying that part.’ “What? But the old furnace is wrong! The port slope is too high!" “Who said so?” ““T know it! I worked on those furnaces and I know what that port slope does, how it acts. It shoots the flame too much up against the roof and not enough down on the bath.” ‘““Show me what you're talking about,” said Billings, bending over the drawing. And he listened carefully as Wally explained his ideas. “Sounds reasonable enough. I believe you’re right, but I’m not a furnaceman I'm a draftsman and I'm following orders Why don’t you speak to Bolling about it? He'll know.” ‘I don’t believe I'd like to talk to Bolling about it,” replied Wally. ‘Bolling makes me feel cheap. He Jo, I won't say anything to him about it. I could talk to Mr. Mackenzy. Why can’t you ask Bolling about it?” Billings smiled. “All right, I'll speak to him. terrified by that terrier.” “Nothing doing, W ally,”’ he announced when he came out of Bolling's office. ‘‘He says you're all wrong.” “I'm right!" asserted Wally defiantly. And he firmly believed he knew he was right. But to prove to himself again that he was right he went into the plant that night and the next, and before the furnace, where he had labored so many long hours front of old Number Four~— he stood for a long time, stooping and peering in at the peep holes, watching through his blue glasses the course followed by the long sheets of flames of blazing superheated gas as they poured through the port openings. “Of course! I know it!” he muttered each time as he turned away from the furnace. ‘I'll see Bolling myself to-morrow and tell him. It would be a shame to have all those new furnaces built wrong.” Bolling listened to him coldly, with the perpetual sneer curving his thin lips. “1 fail to see just how you get in on this work, Gay,” he said when Wally had finished his argument. “I thought you were tracing a drawing for Eckman.” “Then you don’t intend to change the slope?” Bolling’s face flushed with anger. “TI certainly do not! And I suggest to you that you get back to your work.” Over his drawing-board Wally pondered and reflected, not a little on the rebuff he had received from Bolling, but more on means for preventing the building of the slopes as he was convinced they should not be built. Ifhe could talk with Manning But Manning had taken a leave of absence for two weeks and had gone out of the state. He might dare speak to Goodlow, but the general manager, he had learned, I'm not December 6, 19/19 was out of town. The drawing was nearing completion. Bolling’s decision would be final. Anyway the point must have been discussed and rediscussed by Mackenzy and Manning and Goodlow—perhaps it would have done no good if he could have seen Manning or Goodlow. ‘*What did his nibs say?” asked Billings as he came over to Wally’s desk. **He said he wouldn’t change it.” “Oh, well, I shouldn’t lose any sleep over it if I were you! Let the big boys do the worrying over things like that. Why should we?” “Yes, that’s all right maybe, but I ex- pect—or I hope to have a job in that new open hearth some day and I want to see the furnaces built right.’ “What's that? You're not going to leave here and go back to the mills?” “Yes, I’ve got to get back to work.” “Isn't this work?” *“Not my kind.” “Wally, you're foolish, I say, if you quit here. Why, man, this is right in your line! You fairly eat this kind of work! There's no limit to your chances here!” “That's big work out there, Billings bigger than this. I want to make steel.” ‘But the long hours, the hard labor ““My muscles ache to be doing some- thing.” “The class of men with whom you have to work _ “I’m of their class, I guess.” sillings threw up his hands and turned away, shaking his head. ‘You puzzle me, Wally,” can't understand you,” The drawing of the furnace was com pleted that day, and Billings and Bolling spent the two following days going over it, making certain no error had crept in. Then Wally heard Bolling say to Foster, ‘‘ You may start tracing AZ-2345 to-morrow morning, Foster. And push it right along I want to get the blue print out to Ross as He's been calling for it “y he said. soon as possible already.’ That evening as Wally left the office he saw the drawing lying on Foster’s desk. He bent over it for a moment. “It’s wrong!” he muttered. going through! It’s a shame!’ Major Fronk found him strangely un- communicative that evening. His replic to the major’s questions were halting and incoherent. He sat staring at the floor at his feet, showing no interest in any of the many themes his companion introduced, until the major snorted and stamped out of the room. His bedtime hour struck but he did not move. Another hour struck, and then he put on his hat and went out into the street and walked rapidly away in the di- rection of the mills. He pounded at the basement door of the great otlice building until he had roused the janitor, to whom he explained that he had some work to do in the drafting room. Grumbling, the old man admitted him, and he hurried upstairs to the engineering de- partment’s offices A single dim light was burning in the drafting room. He pulled down all the win- dow shades, went to Foster’s desk and switched on a cluster of powerful lights. Then with eraser and pencil and rule he set to work on the drawing that lay spread out Painstakingly he labored for a half hour or more and for a like length of time he sat looking at the drawing after he had laid down his pencil. Then he rose, turned off the lights, raised the blinds and left the building. He returned at once to the Falls House and went to bed, but he did not fall asleep— he was too excited to sleep. And doubts, too, had already begun to rise in his mind. Would the slight changes he had made in the drawing be discovered? Prob- ably not— Bolling was in a hurry to get the print out to Ross, the boss mason. But had he done right? It was for the best— he was certain of that; yet there was some- thing wrong about it~ that feeling per- sisted, grew stronger. Why, it was both right and wrong! But results—ah, results would justify his act! So he lay staring at the black ceiling above him, tormented by doubts and questions until daylight came. That morning Bolling sent him out to assist Hofer, whose man had gone away for a few days. Hofer found him unusually quiet. He performed his work without any show of interest or enthusiasm for it. The changed drawing preoccupied his mind and he was growing more and more uneasy and disturbed over his act. Should he go to (Continued on Page 80 “And it’s ’ on the desk,

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80 Continued from Page 78) Bolling and tell him what he had done and let him restore the drawing to its original tate before the print had been given to the bye masor Deep in his heart he felt that he yuld do that, but equally deep in his neu}? bel ne onvict on that it wa best the drawing should stand as he had altered it Ar vain he whl pered to himself that le he id done something wrong, yet at the same time he had done something that right Let the thing go through! Hofer’s man returned and Wally went back to the drafting room. And that same ifternoon he v Jimmy Sloan carrying an irmful of newly printed blue prints into B ng hee Ile knew they were copies ol dra 47-2545. He laid down his pen- ind got down from his stool. He would yo in and tell Bolling! Ah, Bolling’s sneer, ! cutting voice, hi biting word he could see the sneer, he could hear the voice nd inwardly he writhed under the cutting wd et to be uttered Oh, if Mackenzy ere onl in there! And as he stood there at his desk, with the conflict raging hot within him, with the impulse to go battling fiercely with the im pul tostay, Bolling came out of his office ith one of the prints in his hand and t burned toward his des} Wally gasped. Had he ad overed the alteration? ‘Where's Jimmy, Gay?” asked Bolling. ‘Find him and tell him to get a messenger to rush th print out to Ross,’ And he tossed the blue print upon Wally’s desk Wally found Jimmy in the filing room, gave him Bolling’s message and returned to his desk. The crisp new paper had un rolled itself and the sketch of the furnace lay before his eye He looked at it. The changes he had made that night had car- ried through— they had not been noticed. There were his figures and lines just as he had written and drawn them. But no these were not his lines! His lines had been And he seemed to black, these were white! hear a voice repeating to him the thought that was in hi ss ‘Yes, your lines were black, very blac hese are white lines the sun drew then! * He hastily rolled up the print, slipped a rubber band about it and carried it to Jimmy'sdesk. Halfanhour before quitting time Jimmy came to him, “Say, Wally, will you give me a hand? I want to move a case of records.’ ‘Yes, I'll go,” replied Wally, and he fol- lowed the boy into the filing room ‘Say, I seen a humdinger of a fillum at the s1-y)oOwW Theater last night, began Jimmy il they were work ing the heavy case across the floor. ‘It was called The Cast-off. Say, you ought to go and see that fillum, Wally. It's a steel-mill fillum. It’s ubout a baby kid that come to the mills in a ir of pigiron, and a foreman takes him to raise and he grows up about the mills and does all kind of work—roustabout, you know, and he ts His rattle of words ceased suddenly, for Wally’s hand had shot out and was clutch- ing the boy’s arm **Are you trying to get funny with me?” he demanded in a voice shaking with anger. “Ouch! Le’ go my arm, Wally! Le’ go!” cried Jimmy ‘Who told you to say all that to me? Who'told you?” * Le’ go, Wally! Nobody did! I seen it I seen it at the Bi-jow! Honest! Le’ go!” Wally loosened hi grip on the boy’s arm and hurriedly left the room. The clock on the wall near the door of Bolling’s oflice howed it was yet fifteen minutes until quitting time, but he did not wait—he eized his coat and hat and rushed out Jimmy Sloan went to Billings, rubbing an aching arm, and told him W ally (aay had gone crazy And Billings informed Jimmy that Wally Gay, crazy, would have more sense than some sane office boys he had known. And he asked the young man why, for heaven's sake, he didn’t buy a razor and start shaving Major Fronk, with a broad smile wrink- ling his lean face, int reepted W ally in the allway of the hotel and began a story which he had been wanting to tell all day, but the smile disappeared from the old face as he was brushed aside and Wally hurried on and into his room, slamming the door behind him “Something wrong! Something rotten wrong!" muttered the major, and shaking his head he went downstairs to mope about the office and barroom In his room Wally threw himself face down upon his bed and lay there very quiet in hour, two hour Then he rose, left the THE SATURDAY room and the hotel and took a street car that brought him to the heart of the big city. There he sought out the Bijou Theater, purchased a ticket and went in. The house was almost filled and the usher conducted him to a chair near the front. The show began just as he was taking his seat. The title of the play was flashed on the screen and he read it—The Cast-off. Then the name of the author— Harold Bridges, a name that meant nothing to him. He did not associate it with the name of a man named Bridges whom he had sometimes seen in the mills; Goodlow’s secretary, he had been told. Some other names were thrown on the screen, but he did not read them. Then pictures. He saw a gang of foreign laborers unload- ing cars of pig iron. One of them ope ened the door of a box car, climbed into it and in a moment came out carrying a rough wooden box in which lay a baby. He saw the foreman of the gang, an old man, bend over the box with the laborers crowding about him, and he saw the old man push them back, pick up the box, put it under his arm and walk away. He saw a dirty, ragged little boy playing about a dirty, tumble-down hovel in a dirty, wretched alley; saw him fighting with other dirty and ragged children; saw him filching fruit from hucksters’ carts, stealing coal from freight cars, tipping beer kegs at the rear of saloons. He saw this boy, grown older, selling papers on the streets, carrying pails of water in the yards of the steel mills, pulling pit covers, raising furnace doors, running tests. And he watched the boy growing up about the steel mills, employed in various capacities, imposed on by older boys, jeered at by gangs of men, worked like a slave at hard, dirty, ugly tasks, until he saw him, a young man, laboring in a dark, dripping tunnel underground with shovel and wheelbarrow. Then he saw the young man climb into a box car and lie down and fall asleep, and men came and shut and locked the doors of the ear, and a locomotive puffed in and hauled the car away. Hesaw the man inthe car trying to force his way out, fighting for his life, falling down in collapse on the rough steel which the car contained And so he sat and watched the pictures on the sereen with eyes so intensely fixed on them that his eyeballs pained him, with his temples throbbing, with his heart pounding, with his hands gripping so tightly the arms of the chair in which he sat that his muscles hurt—watched the re- vealing of his own life’s history, with the pictures at times following faithfully the facts of that history, at times running at ridiculous variance with them. And he saw the boy—grown man now come to his position as a furnaceman; Suw him standing before the huge furnace, peer- ing into its white depths; saw a flood of steel cascading from the furnace into the black ladle; saw the ladle swing up out of the pit, its brim laved by the slopping slag. Then he beheld the girl—that would be Amy, Amy Creeth—come into the open- hearth building, one of a crowd of sight- seers; saw her watching the man at work in front of the furnace, not recognizing him, not knowing who he was; saw a great crane rushing down upon her; saw her start to run, only to stumble and fall di- rectly in the path of the oncoming crane. And the man at the furnace rushed forward, leaped in front of the crane, picked her up and bore her away in his arms. Another scene, and the two were to- gether. He saw them in each other's arms, saw them plight their troth. Then came the other man, the man who had been following the girl, wanting her came to her and whispered to her, and sud denly before his staring eyes appeared on the screen the words, “‘Has he told you who he is? Has he told you he is a cast-off, a He saw no more. With a choking sound in his throat he leaped to his feet and stepped into the aisle. A loose chair stood near the front row of seats. He seized it and with all his strength—strength inten- sified by the passion of the moment—he hurled it at the lurid lines before him. The chair struck the screen and rattled to the floor of the stage. There was an uproar throughout the house—shouts and murmurs and shuffling of feet and the noise of seats thrown up as people rose to their feet to see what had happened. Down the aisle he strode, his eyes glaring, his hands clenching and un- clenching. A house policeman ran forward EVENING POST to stop him and received a shove that sent him staggering backward, and Wally rushed on and through the swinging doors. Harold Bridges, the author of The Cast- off, was sitting in the rear of the house. ‘*By George, it’s the wop himself!’’ he exclaimed as Wally passed near him. “‘Per- haps it is just as well that I am no longer out there at the mills!” Out in the open air Wally hurried along the street, bareheaded, blind to his sur- roundings, sick at heart, miserable of soul. The red hand of anger that had gripped him while he sat watching the moving pic- tures of his life had loosened its clutch as those lurid lines had leaped before his eyes on the screen—‘‘Has he told you who he is? Has he told you he is a cast-off?” — and in its stead black despair had seized him. For in that little moment there had struck through him the realization that he had not told Amy Creeth—he had not told her he was a cast-off, that he did not know who he was! He had not told her, yet had he dared to think of her, dared to whisper to himself that some day he would ask- to be his wife! He strode on, seeing nothing but those lurid words that moved before him as he moved, flickering in front of his eyes as they had flickered before them on the screen— “Has he told you who he is? Has he told you he Is a cast-off?” Why hadn't he told her? Why hadn’t he told her in one of the many letters he had written to her in the past year and more? Should he tell her now would her first ques- tion not be, “Why did you not tell me at first?”’ Oh, the misery, the bitterness, the wretchedness of it all! ‘“*Why tell her at all until E He stopped short. Had some one spoken? It was that same voice that had whispered, ‘‘ Yes, your lines were black, very black! These are white lines—the sun drew them!” He threw out his arm as though to thrust back the whisperer. A hand seized his arm and jerked it down. “Say, what’s the matter with you? Are you crazy?”’ demanded a harsh voice. The flickering words disappeared, his vision returned to him and he saw a police- man standing at his side, gazing curiously at him. **No, I'm not crazy,” he replied quietly “nor drunk. I have just been looking at a moving picture that worked me up a bit. I want to go to Steelburg—I live there, I work there.” ‘Well, yonder’s your car line on that street. Where's your hat?” “I left it in the theater, I suppose. Maybe | could buy this man’s hat for a dollar.” Wally turned to a street loafer who had sidled up to hear the talk. **Perduce the plunk,” said the grinning loafer, and Wally exchanged a dollar for a sadly battered old hat. He hurried to the other street and caught a car. In his room at the Falls House he set to packing his trunk and valise in furious haste. To get away from Steelburg, away from everybody who knew him, was the thought hole ling and controlling him now. He would go where nobody knew him, where there would be no one to li iugh at him, look curiously at him, ask him questions. To get away! All his life he had seen people looking at him, whispering as he passed, and he knew why they looked and why they whispered. And now somebody had given his story to the theater and he was to be held up to further scorn and ridicule! To get away! He must go far and hide himself, for he could not tell Amy Creeth who he was. To get away! To-morrow at the mills they would know of his alteration of the drawing, for as he had traveled on the car back to Steelburg there had flashed upon his mind the awful foolishness, the utter ridiculousness, the insanity of his act. Hop- ing the change would not be noticed! Why, Ross, the boss mason, had built and rebuilt the furnaces of Steelburg Mills for years; he knew them—knew them to the minutest detail; he knew what the new furnace was to be—he had talked it over with Manning and Mackenzy and Goodlow; he knew the port slope of the old furnace was to be copied for the new furnace. Already he had uncovered the error—a half hour after the messenger had handed him the print, no doubt. To-morrow Bolling would accuse him—for whom else could he accuse? And the drafting room would laugh and the December 6, 1919 mills would hear of it and laugh, all Steel- burg would laugh and Bolling would kick him out! To get away! A few things only went into the valise. The rest of his belongings were thrown without semblance of order into the trunk, the lid of which he forced down and locked. The books the major had given him to read he piled together on a table. From beneath the floor rug he took a roll of bills. Then he picked up his valise and went out. Before the door of the major’s room he stopped. Should he waken him and bid him good-by? He wanted to. Poor old fellow! But there would be questions. Let him sleep. He would write him a letter and tell him everything. He paid his bill at the desk, asked the clerk to have his trunk stored for him and hurried out and took a street car that brought him to a railway station. In Chicago he spent two wretched, miser- able days in a cheap hotel, trying to decide as to his next step, all the while buried in the depths of despair. Once he went into a saloon and ordered a glass of whisky. The odor of the liquor as he raised the glass to his lips brought up memories of The Morgue and The Bucket of Blood in Vine- gar Gully, and he shuddered. He set down the glass untasted and went out. He would not begin that again! Sometimes there would flash before his eyes those lurid words he had seen on the screen—‘‘ Has he told you who he is?”” He would never tell Amy Creeth who he was! What would she—what could she have to do with him if she knew? He remembered Ed Hannis. Someone had told him a few months before of having met Ed Hannis in tke mills where he was working in Indiana. He recalled the name of the city. On inquiring he found the place was not a great distance from Chicago. He decided he would go out and hunt up Ed. Perhaps he could get a job in the mills where Hannis was employed. Ed Hannis chuckled when Wally told him his mission. “T thought you’d get enough of Steel- burg some time or other. Zowie, but it’s a rotten old hole! A job? Easy! An open- hearth man can grab off a job any old place where they make steel. I'll introduce you to one of the foremen—he lives at this hotel.” Wally was told by the foreman he could report for work the following morning, and he went to bed at an early hour, to lie awake and wonder if this were the thing he should have done. Toward midnight he rose and dressed himself and sat down at a window, to stare at the red glare of a dozen great blast furnaces a half mile distant. It wouldn’t do! Hannis knew his story and Hannis would tell that story sooner or later. Hannis would talk. It wouldn’t do! Dawn was breaking and the red glare above the blast furnaces was beginning to grow dim when he left his room with his final decision made. He went to the hotel office and inquired about trains and in an hour’s time was in Chicago. His stay there was short; before noon he was on a train speeding westward. Amy Creeth laid down the pencil she was using in correcting her pupils’ written work, which she had taken home with her, and went to answer a knock at the door. “Wally!”’ she cried. The man before her said nothing, but he reached out his hand and took hers, drop- ping it quickly. His face was drawn and haggard; there was no luster in his eyes; his lips were without a smile. He stepped into the room and dropped wearily into a chair. “Wally!” she again exclaimed. ‘“‘Is it is it you?” “Yes, I stopped. She was looking at him with her lips parted, with her hands closing and un- closing. Then she fell to trembling and she moved to a chair and sat down. ““Amy, I’m running away.”’ His voice was not the voice she had once known in him. ‘I’m running away,” he repeated. “‘Running away? From Steelburg?” she asked, laughing nervously. “Yes, and from—from “Well, you didn’t run away from me, did you? You ran straight to me!” Again she laughed nervously. Not a shadow of a smile did he have for he T sally. “Yes, lam running away from you, but I had to—I had is Continued on Page 83 I am ——” he stammered and ” peated 4 . ; : : : : . | : ete at Oe

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Continued from Page 80 it it is, Wally!” she burst

ll me! told her; told her the bitterest eemed to him— oh, he knew it that ever man had to tell the woman he loved; told her with bloodless lips that quivered, in a voice that broke and strug gled painfully on, and his eyes looked not at her as he told her. And from that awful moment in the playhouse he went back—for he now felt the urge to tell her everyth ing—and told her of his misdeed in the drafting room. He told her, too, yt at ghostly voice that had of the lines th black te lines. ‘*Some day ’’—he was nearing the end of the telling—‘“I intended to ask you m iybe I let you know in some of my letter that I intended to ask you—and I ought not to have done so, but now I shall never ask you. And so—I am running away from ll He raised hi es to hers and smiled the queer little smile that had made his teach- ers love him when he was a young rapscal lion in Sycamore School, the little smile that had helped to make her love him, as now it hel; ved to quicken the love for him that was pce | her heart. She rose and aan to him and sat down on the arm of his chair, put her arms about his neck, drew his head to her, laid her cheek against his and let it rest there— let it rest there until she had controlled the tears that gathered to her heart, that rose up into her throat and choked her, that welled from her eyes, dimming them until 1e could not see even the mass of wavy dark-brown hair very close to them. Ther , — back his head and kissed him on the lips ‘There !’’ she said, rising and standing before him. ‘‘ You say you don’t know who you are! I know! !

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I know who you are. You are Wellington Gay! I don’t want to know any more than that “And now listen to me, Wellington Gay! You are running away, but you are going to do some running back! You are going to run right back to Steelburg and you are going to run into that horrid Bolling’ office and tell him how you changed his old drawing! He will discharge you—I know he will! You ought to be discharged! And then you are going to run to that nice Mr. Manning you have written me so much about and tell him what you did and ask him for another chance. I know he will give you another chance. You are going

back to Steelburg, Wally, and do all this aren't you? And you're going to try to forget completely the other foolishness that has been worrying you, aren’t you?’ he cried, springing up. The V back in his eyes, there was a 1 his cheeks and the old-time smile s sensitive lips. ‘Yes, I’m

played about going back! He seized his hat and started toward the ‘Wait a minute, Wally!” she cried. ‘‘It isn’t train time yet! Sit down! Why, I want to have a little talk with you!” And she sat down on a sofa and with a indicated that there was room there for two. little gest

When Wa office he started in surprise r entered the chief engineer’ Mackenzy, not Bolling, sat at the big desk. Ah, Wally!” said Mackenzy, reaching out a bony hand. ‘‘ We were about ready to put the detectives on your trail. Where went away—I have come back. I ex- pected to find Mr. Bolling here.” solling was called to the bedside of a rious ly ill child and I had to return to look after the work. I shouldn’t be here I am sick, sick!” Mackenzy was drooping in his chair. ‘I came to tell Bolling, but I'll tell you. I altered one of the drawings for the new plant before it was traced and printed.” Wally spoke very quietly. Mackenzy straightened up quickly and his hands went to the handles of his chair. ‘You did what?” he asked sharply. “T altered a drawing—I changed the angle of the port slope on the new furnace we are—you are building.” The chief engineer stared at him as though uncertain whether he had heard aright. “Tell me about it!’ he said shortly. Wally told him. “Step into the other room and tell Jimmy to bring me the print.” THE SATURDAY The print came and Mackenzy spread the big sheet of white-lined blue paper on his table that stood near his desk and bent over it. **Show me the calles you made.” With a pencil Wally ickly pointed out the changes he had ace oP in the drawing and then he began arguing for his theory, for- getting that he had come there only to make a confession of guilt. He talked as he had never talked before to anyone, plead ing for the adoption of his plan, begging for a trial of it on one of the new furnaces at least, checking now and then the rapid rush of words that tumbled from his lips to make a hasty sketch illustrating some point of his argument. And he ended ab- ruptly with the question, ‘‘ Now don’t you believe I'm right, Mr. Mackenzy?” Mackenzy had not interrupted him once while he talked and he ked no question now. He leaned back in his chair and began rocking to and fro, with his thin bony fingers lacing and unlacing them- selves. Finally he spoke. ‘I am afraid I shall hav for this.”’ ‘Yes, sir—Ilexpected it,” returned Wally ‘That you should have done a thing like this surprises me— pains me more than I can say. You did wrong.” “‘I know it—I knew it then, had been here sa Mac kenzy interrupted. ‘Why did you go away? e to let you go but if you <§ Because ¢ thi

‘No—that is, not exactly, though I sup- pose it had something to do with it, too, for I didn’t have a moment’s peace after | had tampered with the drawing. Something else happened about the same time that upset me and I—well, I just funked—I went to pieces.” “Well, it is not too late to catch the error. Anyway, I think Ross would have discovered it—-no doubt he has already. shall tell Bottman to pay you off. If you wish to apply to the company for work in some other capacity I shall not stand in your way. Good-by.” After Wally had left his office Mackenzy returned to the blue print and pored over it for half an hour. Then he struck it a blow with his open hand, reached for his tele- phone and called the general manager's otlice. Manning was not back from his trip, and for three days Wally sat about the hotel where he lived, reading the books the major gave him, ge tting out what the major termed “‘ his lessons,” listening to the old man’s tirades. He had told his com- panion that he had been discharged from Mackenzy’s department for cause and that he might go back to work in the open hearth, but he did not dwell on the subject, and the major, sensing that the young mar was passing through a crisis, asked him no questions He found Manning in his office one morning and hurriedly told him what had transpired. Manning heard him through without comment or question and without any sign of surprise or interest. ‘All I can do now,” he said, when Wally had finished, ‘‘is to give you a furnace, and it won’t be a very good furnace either Number Eight. Do you want it?” “Yes, I'll take it!”’ replied Wally eagerly. ‘All right! Come out to-night.” So he went back to work on the iron floor before the white-hot furnace, and the fierce heat pouring through the peepholes in the doors, through which he was constantly peering, burnt his face to a fiery red, and the skin on his nose pee led and rolled up into little rolls like tiny bits of tissue paper, and there were blisters on his legs beneath the thin overalls he wore, and on his great breast where his shirt fell open there was branded a great red wedge. And becaus¢ “6 their long period of inactivity his muscles had lost their hardness and the new work hurt them, and sometimes after a severe spell of labor on the furnace, when he had gone outside the building and sat down to rest with the cold wind blowing on him, they seemed to set and become rigid and when he would move again he fancied he could hear them crack. An old, antiquated type of furnace was Number Eight, the lowest in tonnage, the slowest in running time, the hardest to work of the whole group. He could make no time on it; his tonnage record on the daily production sheet was the worst of all, yet he worked harder than any other furnaceman on the floor. No workman wanted anything to do with Number Eight. Helpers assigned to it quickly asked for a EVENING POST transfer, and not getting it would quit. It was the dread and terror of every open hearth man who knew it But never a moment did he shirk his work. From the square hole in the side of the building out of which he would a hundred times a day thrust his head seeking fresh air he could look across the yard the great new plar it. It was coming on, coming on rapidly. The fourteen stack two hundred feet tall, were climbing up ward —some of them were finished and he could see men swinging at ropes’ ends along their sides, painting them black, smearing them over until they glistened in the sun light. He watched a gang of men walking about over the gray root of the long double decked building, covering it with red paint. He could see new crane racing up and down their new runways over the new stock yards, and where Hofer’s shanty had stood he saw a railway track being laid down. And he knew what work was going ahead inside the huge building. The fourte furnaces were being br uught to comple- tion —some of them were finished, t heard—the roofs on, the port checker chambers filled, the flue everything in readiness for making first bottom. When he was on night shift he would see great shafts of light shooting up from the new building and he would hear the sound of laboring engines and motor and the rat-tat-tat of pneumatic hammers and the banging of sledge on chisel and the shouting of men, for now they were working night and day, rushing the plant to com pletion. And*he would turn away from the window with a sigh and go to peer into the dazzling depths of his old worn-out fur- nace, wishing he could go and walk through that great plant that he had helped to create, and there were moments when the desire became so keen that he suffered positive pain. One Sunday soon after his return to the floor he had entered the yards and gone to the new plant, but he found a No Admission sign over the gate and the watchman there had denied him entrance and he knew then that he would not be allowed to follow through to its completion the big work which he had helped to start, which he had watched getting under way, which he had thought about and dreamed about for so many days and weeks and month There were days when Number Fight furnace became almost unmanageable and he would feel tempted to throw down his tools and quit when the bath went cold and he must pig it for hours to restore it lost carbon: or, contrariwise, when the charge melted hard and he must heave in box after box of heavy lumps of red ore to absorb the excess carbon: when the ers choked and the gas would not flow; when his helper proved worthless and he must do two men’s wo ( would creep from the 1 there drop down in physical collapse, too tired to talk, too tired to g r major’s chatter, too tired to listen to his

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music. Then would the old man curse him lovingly and call him kindly harsh names; and tucking his violir der | irm he would go to his own room, where he would stand very cl lose to the wall that epar ited them and play the tunes he knew Wally loved to hear One day as he stood looking out of the square hole in the side of the iilding he saw a wisp of black smoke float out of the cavernous top of one of the towering stack there were fourteen of them finished now and glistening in the sunlight Then from another and another and another blac smoke rolled out ‘They're lighting them up!” he mut- ’re touching off the oil-soaked { I'm not

tered. “7 hey wood! Lighting them up! Ar there to see it, not there to help!” And life was gray and unbearably dull for him all that day and the next 1 the next as he stood at the square hole itch irling up « ol ut of

ing the smoke, now blue, « the fourteen stacks New faces nov he gan to appear r along the floor where he worked Me n he did not know stood before the furnaces and threw pig iron and ore and limestone and spar and dolomite into them, and reversed the gas and took tests and broke and examined the fractures, for the old men had gone to the new plant, to better jobs, and outsiders had come in to fill their places. And he had not been shifted from Number Eight! He thought about this as he stood before his gas valves. Why hadn’t he been given a better furnace? Why had outsiders been favored? 83 ‘Paying up!” he whispered, And he re- versed the gas and went to peer into hi furnace One night he caught the flare of yel I flames in a dozen places about the big building across the yards. The blue smoke no longer rolled from the tall stacks, “They’ve turned on the gas,” he told himself, And he knew that in a few days as the furnaces grew hotter and hotter they would begin making new bottom scattering the crushed magnesia over the thick magnesite brick flooring of the huge steel pan ind

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waiting until the heat had set it in a solid mass; scattering iother layer and fusing that and then another, building up the bot r by layer until tom little by little and layer it was thick enough to withstand the cut ting and gashing and gnawing of the seet! ing lakes of — that were soon to bubble and roil and tumble about over their sur wes, He wanted to he there to see the work done to help do it An | he won le red if the gas producers were cision and if the new feeding device for the i stokers, which Mackenzy had worked out and which he himself had drafted, was prov ing satisfactory. And the checker cham bers! If he could only slip over pull a loose brick out of yme and yaze into the flowing «ce pth long gas-choked chamber! He had helped build those chamber helped Hofer lay out their lines, driven stakes for the excava tions, che ke | their dime nsior he ly ed Foster with the drawings, traced the draw

ings! Late one afternoon as he stood lool ing out of the square hole he saw gray-blue smoke coming from four of the stack They are charging!" Hesaid the word aloud and something hurt him in the throat is he spoke them “They are charging! They'll tap steel to-nig ght _perhap ear to-morro ! rning ure!’ Coming into the yards next morning he ed half a dozen workmen going «

top] night ft and asked them if teel had be tapped at the new plant None. could te him-—none seemed interested Phen he met a r and put his question ) him h had 1 tapye the wouldn't tap until about nine o'clock, the roundsman told him He found a cold dead heat in Numl Right vith the night fturt eman ra and swear | furnace wa hoodooed it he wa through, t VvorkK anothe turn on the

He set to wor per, pigging the cold heat. They pigged ste idily for an hour with no result Then hi helpe quit he wasn’t going to li himself, he aid. Another helper was sent to the fur nace, but the man was half drunk and of no hour Wally e ob treperou heat alone, heay ing and tugging and lifting until he wa bathed in perspiration and weak from weariness. Then the floor foreman came and told him Manning had sent for him ‘“‘He wants to see you over at the ne dump,” he said. ‘This man will wat your furnace until you get back.” ‘It'll nee ing,’ laughed Wally as he worth whatever, and for another worked t omething more than watch

a “Feed it pig! Feed it pig! yet that heat out hen I come yu don't.”’ With his clothing black ir ots where the perspiration from his body had soaked through it vith } hand overed wit the dirt and dust picked up from the irot he had been handling with his face smudged with grime and crisscrossed with crooked rivulets of dirt weat; with hi blue glasses pushed up over the top of | rags loth cap, Wally crossed the yar and climbed the iron stairs to the floor of the new open hearth

His eyes glistened, his nerve rled a there was a sharp intake of his breath a looked at the scene before him—the long line of furnaces, all charged and aglow; the broad and roomy floor mootun ana cle i! the heavy electric charging machines rol ing along their runways; and the old gan, at work before the furnaces, shoveling barring, breaking tests, heaving in ore and pig, slamming their iron tools down upon the iron floor, yelling and talking and laughing as they labored—the same tough, noisy, good-natured, grouchy gang. Over the pit he saw the new pouring cranes waiting, waiting for something to do—waiting to perform their first work They were black and greasy as they had Conctuded on Page &5)

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er t} ‘ tne a hout Concluded from Page 83 ops and they were very huge and ] t ca sat the cranemen, for ymethir » do, Ar 1aown in il as now free of the débris of rap and broken molds and brick nt bars and wrecked buggies that aw the their neipe »>mold men and € and the shovelmen, standing ! le grou waiting for some . he floor, as his eyes came back to it, ‘ w a group of men not in workmer tne 1 they, too, were waiting Wall to see that first heat of steel tapped f He passed quite near to them, but none of } ther oKed at hir he as just a floo man—the dirtis J ; , Gene ‘ Mar i . ym ne , | Goodlow, He Billings was the i i worked to m: iw Ac ar h ; (alla, ar e noticed a } pi cler} c } r tal earne tly ith one f ' 1, , { He saw Manning coming toward him j Hello!” was the superintendent’s greet ) a ight maybe you'd like t } ri ere nile ‘ are new , nee e| nace there Wa ed to the furnace in front of e! lropped ! it lasse Ove eve ooped > pet na the peephole lle } ed the b Duy te bath fe imo | on ge has . the roof, then turned ' nh the ng tlames at the po enir He mur! f lea, the one ; ) hich he ( wave ol t e dat cu er t igit | t al 1 i on ’ furnace! iet ned a ? milled and pointed to the ext fu na Wall ent to it and lo 1 I ia iw hi ea id been f lhey’re a ke illy,”’ d Mar rT y to i er 1 1 witl 1 after he had 1 your t R lid not tell you, and he i t t of here isn’t a f t that the thing will prove up ir yr t t Ni ( ea 1 here I’ve thing else t . yu rhe ent to the farther end of the long rh ! new office aid Manning pening the d of a small building and epping inside What do you think of ‘Nifty enough,” replied Wally, lookir it hin [ think so too. In here,” and Manning ent to a door opening out of the room ir hich they st id, ‘is your office.” My my hat? tammered Wally y our office Goodlow decided that ] ould have charge of both open heart! ind I’ve got to have an assistant—a good one You’re to be that assistant.” fiber of teady fell to trembling in every ind his v« nce Was uns as he THE SATURDAY ‘Go in ng se and see if it suits you,” said pushing him through the door f you find that anytl ng isn let me know and I'll order it. I've got to go down now to Number Six. When you're down the re heat of through lookir g round come I want you to take out the first stee].”’ Wally shut the door behind him. The little room in which he stood was very new and very clean and there was a sharp odor of fresh paint and varnish. He saw a shiny new desk and a shiny new table between which stood a shiny new chair. He dropped down into the el still trembling. There wore of paper pens and pe ils and blocks k and on its top stood a on the desk and or row of new leather-boun He wheeled his chair about. On lay a stack o blue prints. A gla im the topmost one was the drawing of the furnace the ving he had altered. He dropped hi upon the myriad white lines that covered the big blue sheet, buried his face In them and crit | “What d’) belly »” demanded a hipping clerk, ping into the office and taking busy young lawthorne A QUICK sei man Jelleby hint of annoyance int { es. Here | more than Ww I e days’ worl it d’ve know about it? ert it chi le mp rked for MeNutt a i iu ( ( i i o earth the pur of the two ’ } les the htor ho lost — Bulgariar What d’ye know about it? Got your long-green spit-quick v 1? Just a 1 | Great old weed, i t it? I’ve got a case now that I'd like to ‘ quint-Lamps onto. He’d wear bells if he could lve this one Here it ‘I got a letter from my old home town the other day— Honeyburg on the Whité Fork, you know and the y tell me Milt Vechner i ling Darby Botts f fteer hundred dollars for alienating | wife’ tions What d’y know about that, Jellybelly? I guess Darby alier ited the affectior of M Vechner for the ( over if t. Darby alyzed from ;couldn t ar away with another man’s wife if he couldn't ambulate? But —and now listen caref ally, Je lybelly Darby had a derrick built u the lane in front of his house and whenever he wanted to go anywhere he’d have hi horse and buggy brought up to the derrick Missus Botts would roll him out from the house in a little two-wheeled giglet and derrick him into the buggy. ? What d’ye know about it? ‘*“Now then, Question Two ated that derrick when Darby left yee Who oper- to nome EVENING POST run away with Milt \ hner f M Botts didn’t, { e'd gone to Ja County t t Dart mot Que t n Three Wa t \f Ve ner? If it was Missus Vechner, then fol lows Question Fi Did Dart Rott } wife. or did M la AT Darl ut ’ Awf y al t it? It’ 1 al 7 , ; t } M Rot f , than t up. I must put j might like to go down and gun throug] t for the experience ‘Well, [ must be loy ga belly loping alor \ kind ahead of me—never v t ca What d’ye know about it? A f plug some here to hold } ob, el chatting with old Major Fror Falls House last night and he t mebody n ng about Wa ' % } ) | | Lhe V tM (yr 1} if A i ‘ ‘ D } know about that He thoug Wa ly, ar i then he hapr ed t that Wa Vas wor lays t goes and opens the door l snooping about in the but Nose “The major mped him. No tried to mal out he is tanked tumbled into the wr ! major mmed him a | t br land ¢ Ignht him « the toe is he went out. When W ca and the major went over ever ( In’t find anything 1 W | £ vant inthere I] ’ not a bit of it! He’s too stingy t ip to t rst hooy ‘Well, W G ert the cneese big lic t he tendent of one of t heart! the « ntry! | ( t, Jellybell ru! its : au few years ago he was a ( ining out sewer 1 ce goat! And I discovered ir, I was the first one to d Wally Gay could work } hea wasn't paralyzed from the « Botts is from the hiy A l that Wally put some 1 of f j vy on th e fur dow ¢ , es them run liker bons Fastest fur ‘ 1. The furnacen ire 1 ! ey than they ever le be inytt i i W { ir ‘ Heh pe! { lent wo Oper i ire as t long-gree pit-qu is hot stuff—and it is! M g Lafe Murdock’ b. | that nas left that opel lo Lafe he lown and That the prance out of Nervou I iw him not o1 gy ago and iKIng ver s ethana bean fanner. H ged, to beard — make out ftwoe ng you out of a brush pile. W know about it? Aren't the da hort? 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Rig ¢ t given : 15 Main St. Brooklyn N.Y flor particulars Peeepent Mite Co THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE CASE OF MRS. ALISON be refilled whenever high level was lowered by so much as a sip; that flattered crudely, causing one to feel beaten over the head with a club of adulation; that, when it felt it had ingratiated itself, would interject sly inquiries concerning one’s opinion of cer- tain speculative stocks; that would later say impressively to its friends: ‘‘As Hugh Mills was saying to me the other day aa Hugh was not disposed to sit down with Giffin. But there was Virginia. What a beauti- ful creature she was! What mystery in those great eyes of hers. She was a girl no longer, but a woman in full bloom. And he was enormously curious about her. What was she like? What had happened to her? Why was she with a man like Giffin? Major Buchanan was right, after all. He had merely misinterpreted the major. Vir- ginia had indeed changed, though outwardly the change was trifling. “Yes, Hugh,” she urged; ‘do sit down for a little while.’ “I’m with some people “Give me one minute for every year you’ve been away.’ It was her magnetism rather than her words that drew him down intothe proffered seat. ‘‘Waiter,”” commanded Mr. Giffin, as Hugh sat, ‘‘ bring another quart.” Thinking matters over as he retired that night Hugh realized that, far from being satisfied, his curiosity had but been whetted by his brief visit with Virginia. He found himself full of new and strange impressions of her, but could not at the moment cor relate them. She was more alert, more animated than she used to be. She talked more, made more gestures. As a girl she had been placid; now she seemed to be keyed up, restless, gay with a nervous kind of gayety, like a person trying to escape her own thoughts. She had been smoking a cigarette when he went to her table, and when he departed. He had seen few women convey as she did the impression of aban- doning themselvesso hungrily tothe tobacco habit. Sometimes she did not stop smoking even when she talked, but let her cigarette dangle from her lips. So, too, with her champagne; she had not sipped as women usually do, but had drunk freely, like a careless man. But what most puzzled him perhaps was an indefinable something about her suggest- ing a thin, hard, crystalline coating, a trans parent yet protective armor through which one looked at her How much, how little was there left of the Virginia of old—the tender, gentle, sweet Virginia, the girl he used to dream of having some day for his wife? That above all was what he wished to know. And it was with a view to finding out for himself the answer to this question that before leaving her table he had invited her to lunch with him at his hotel upon the morrow. N THE morning following that first meeting with her at the club, while Hugh was breakfasting in the hotel dining room at a table overlooking Michigan Ave- nue, a bellboy brought him Frank Carberry’s ecard. He caused Frank to be shown in at once and offered him breakfast, but Frank dex lined. ‘I breakfasted nearly an hour ago,” he said. “I stopped in on my way to the office to speak to you about something. If the matter doesn’t interest you I'll be glad if you will say so frankly.’ “Certainly. Fire away. Frank fingered a fork for a moment. Then he asked: ‘Have you ever looked into psychical matters?” “Spiritism? Not seriously. I’ve read a little on the subject here and there, and of course I've seen people fool with ouija boards and try table lifting, and all that.” ‘‘But you've never come across a bona- fide medium?” “No. I’ve always been inclined to doubt there was such a thing.” “Well, sup pose there is. Would the sub- ject interest you?” “Everyone who thinks at all must have wondered what comes after death— whether there’s another world, and whether, grant- ing such a world, there can be communica- tion with it.” “You'd like to know?” “Of course I would—though, I’m skeptical about communication. ” iv as I said, . Continued from Page 7) **T was a skeptic myself until about three years ago,” Frank replied. “You aren’t any longer?” “Investigation has convinced me that there is communication. Philip Fosdick, whom you met as you were leaving my house the other day, isa medium. We have organized a little circle to meet with him once or twice a month for purposes of re- search.” *“Séances, you mean? “That’s the usual word,” Frank replied, “but we try to avoid it bec -‘ause it is so muc h employed by charlatans.” *“But how can one be sure that any sup- posed medium is not a charlatan?” “There are scientific tests,” said Frank. “In the case of Fosdick, furthermore, he doesn’t work for pay. He’s a moderately successful business man—real estate. Has a nice home in Woodlawn, a wife and chil- dren, and keeps an automobile. We all know him intimately. He's as straight asa string. He doesn’t understand the nature of this power he has any more than we do, and when he is in a trance he doesn’t know what happens or what he says. We have to tell him afterward. He simply gives us the benefit of this gift to help us with our investigations.” “Does he make you see spirits?” “No, we don’t see them, though some- times he does. Heisatrance medium. He goes into a kind of sleep, and while he is in that sleep his controls enter his body and talk to us. One's an Indian named Black Eagle and the other an old soldier, a Major Thomas, who fought in the Civil War.” He recounted several instances in which, if the facts were as he gave them, Fosdick’s supernatural powe seansieibheshee »xhibited. ““We are meeting at my house to-night,” he said. “I wondered if it would interest you to come’ ™ Hugh thi inke dhim. “It'd be interesting of course,” he said. ‘‘But being skeptical, might I not prove objectionable to Mr. Fosdick, or the other members of your group, or perhaps even to the spirits?” “No,” said Frank. “I’ve already spoken to Fosdick. Skepticism is all right as long as it is open-minded skepticism. You're an experienced investigator in other lines. We can’t have too many trained minds working on these questions. If you should be impressed you would be in position to carry on further researches on a scale quite beyond us. And if you were to become con- vinced of spirit communication you could not only carry on important work, but the prestige of your name, if you would permit its use, would help the general cause.” Hugh smiled faintly. ‘That is a very remote possibility,” he said —‘“ very remote. Suppose, rather, that I fail to be impressed, let alone convinced?” “Even so,” said Frank, “ done.” Hugh reflected briefly. By a coincidence that evening was the first since his arrival in Chicago for which he had made no en- gagement. In his mind he had set it apart as the evening on which he should look up Virginia. Now, however, he had already seen her, and would be seeing her again in a short time at luncheon. “On that basis, then,” he answered Frank, “I should like very much to come.” “ there’s no harm Vv F LIFE had trained Hugh to one thing more than another it was, he thought, to judge of people quickly and accurately. Yet after fodiens that day he was obliged to admit to himself that he had made little progress toward solving the enigma presented by Virginia. Now and then the Virginia of long ago had seemed to be seated there across the table. But she proved elusive. Just when he fancied he had recaptured her her mood would change and she would turn into a woman whom he felt he did aot know at all—an erratic crea- ture whose mind went darting off at tangents, who refused to talk seriously about any- thing, seeming to look at life through cynical and disillusioned eyes. Could her nature actually have changed to this extent, he wondered, or was it that she chose for some unfathomable reason to assume this character? Hugh attempted in conversing with her to ignore the seeming change, to reject it, to insist upon address- ing himself to the Virginia he used to know. At last she let him see that she perceived his effort. December 6, 1919 “IT hope, Hugh,” she said, smiling, “that this terrible insistence on solemnity is not a fixed habit with you nowadays? Has it something to do with being a man of im- portance?” ‘Nothing whatever er not always serious. “But 1 can’t deny that I have always been serious about you.” “Please don’t be, any more. It’s no use.” “Tt would be rather difficult,” he said, “‘to give up the habit of twenty years.” “It’s not so very difficult to give up old habits if you really try,” she answered lightly. “I’ve given up a lot—and got a lot of new ones.” “And you are satisfied it was a wise thing to do?” “Certainly.” “In what way? “Well, for one thing, I do as I ple: ase. “And what do you please to do?” “To have a good time. To lead my own life.”’ “I’ve heard people talk before of leading their own lives,’”” Hugh answered with a half doubtful, half amused shake of the head. “Just what does it mean?” “One thing it means,”’ she answered with a short laugh, “‘is that one gets oneself te lke d about.” “* Deservedly? “That is neither here nor there. The im- portant fact for you, Hugh, is that you are lunching with a woman who is gossiped about. But no doubt you are aware of that already. Some of the women you know in Chie ago are dispose od to draw the line at me. You must understand that I’ve progressed since you knew me. You mustn't look upon me any more as a guileless young thing in dimity.” “That guileless young thing in dimity has for a long time occupied a very special niche in my heart,” he answered gravely. “*She doesn’t exist any more.” “I don’t believe it.” “Ask some of the people you were with last night.” “T don’t need to. I’ve had glimpses of her here to-day. And, anyway, she was too lovely a thing to be—extinguished.”’ “The loveliest things are often the most easily extinguished,” shesaid. ‘‘ That young thing in dimity was a fool, Hugh. She didn’t understand life at all.’ Then with one of her sudden turns of manner she added: ‘“‘But there—that’s enough. Why will you insist on being solemn?” “A man must have a little time to make his readjustments,”” he said. “If I’m to learn that you are not you at all it is bound to take a day or two.” “T tell you what I'm going to do,” said she. “I’m going to give a little party for you some night and see if you're always like that. I'll just have one other couple— peo- ple who look at life as I do.” “When?” he asked. “When do you want it?” “Soon.” He spoke sincerely. Not only was his curiosity concerning her i increasing steadily, but there was about her now, in place, as it seemed, of the youthful charm that he so well remembered, a new kind of allurement which though it did not appeal to his highest appreciations, was nevertheless beginning to rouse in him an almost savage kind of interest. “Ve ry ‘soon? ? “Yes! “Would to-night be too soon?” “It wouldn’t—not if I were free. But I have an engagement. I can’t very well break it. It’s a curious sort of engagement with an old friend of yours and mine— Frank Carberry., Could you make it to-morrow night, instead?” “Yes. Callformeat my apartment about We'll drive out somewhere for dir.- "hereturned. “I’m 9” 9” ” she asked. seven. ner.’ Then: ‘Tell me about Frank Car- berry. I haven't seen him to talk to in years. And what's curious about the en- gagement?”’ On the point of telling her of Frank’s call upon him that morning, of their con- ference, and of the nature of their engage- ment, he stopped. To be sure, Frank had not specifically requested that the matter be kept confidential. Nevertheless, in view of what he had said Hugh thought he might perhaps desire it. It would be as well to be quite clear upon that point before making any revelations. (Continued on Page 89) 0

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gh _ « ee Continued from Page 86) “Oh,” said Hugh vaguely, “Frank has changed too. He tee changed as much as you have, I think—though apparently in the opposite direction.” ** Jus . what does that mean?’ ‘He has lost his old, careless, happy-go- lucky w: iys en tirely. He has turned serious while you’ve been turning— well She waited for a moment; then as he showed no sign of completing the remark she demanded: “While I’ve been turning how?’ “I’ve thought better of what I was going to say,”’ he answered, smiling a little at her curiosity ‘But you admit that I have changed?” He looked steadily into her eyes for an instant before answering: ‘“‘I am not yet quite sure what the change in you really amounts to, Virginia.”’ “Would you like to know?” man led provocatively. More than almost anything.’ She pressed the lighted end of her yw smoked cigarette against the metal of th ash tray, watching it as it became culiiae guished; then as she made ready to rise from table she looked 1 ip quickly an id spol ike “Tf you'd reall ly try, ” she said, “I think you might find out.’ she de- vi HE mention Hugh had made, while lunching with Virginia at the hotel, of omething extraordinary in connection with his engagement for the evening with Frank Carberry had not escaped her. On the fol- lowing night when he called to take her to the party she was giving for him she re- ferred to the subject “T wanted to tell you yesterday,” said Hugh, “but I wasn’t sure Frank would wish me to. Since then he has absolved me from secre¢ 4 though he doesn’t wish the matter generally discussed.” ‘All this mystery suggests that Frat k may be running a gambling house,” she said playfully “No. It’s much more my that. It’s spooks.” “Not really?” “Yes.” “Oh, why didn’t you take me? I’ve always wanted to go to a séance.” ‘For two reasons: I had no way of tell- ing that you’d care to go; and | wasn’t invited to bring anyone else.” “ Harvey went to seve ral,” she said. “There was an old we nas over on the We t Side that lots of peo} le went to for a while. I begged him to take me, but he wouldn't.” It was the first time she had mentioned Harvey. Hugh tried to lead her to speak more of him. ‘Was he in pres “Not much.” “Why wouldn't he take you? In’t a very high opinion of she answered. “I ight become too it is danger« ippose if l rea ; iy to get mes- nt for a space. sterious than ed?” ” hether he is aware of ild be interesting to other pause: “Tell her the previous ght’s meeting: Half a dozen men seated in a loose circle round t} e qi 1int old p irlor of the Carberry house, with Fosdick at the head of the room; the pny erin g of light and playing of s oft music » phonograph to induce a proper frame a mind; the me- lium’s few moments of slumber in his chair, heavy breathing, some paroxysms, then the upposed arrival, “in Fosdick’s body, of the Indian s pirit « alled Black Eagle In the le of Indian, Fosdick sat cro “legge 1 on the floor, spoke in gutt ral broken Enzylish, and even went so far as to expect sionally upon the rug, with tr tly aborigin il insouciance. Members of the group ad- dressed the visiting spirit, wh oO answeret questions ant delivered mess: sfrom other spirits alleged to be hovadine invisibly round him. The departure of Black Eagle threw Fos- dick again into slumber, whereafter, to the accompaniment of a second fit of shudder- ing, his body was possessed by the spirit of Major Thomas. In the guise of the major the medium rose and delivered a stupid little lecture on current political cuniities a stroking, the while, an invisible beard. His manner, Hugh said, was that of a pompous old-school orator, ponderous, banal and rate occa- THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 59 didactic. His speech over, the major an- swered questions and gave spirit messages, as Black Eagle had done before him “Do you take any stock in it?” Virginia asked when she had heard the story. “No,” said Hugh. “The man may be an impostor or he may be self-deceived or se ns hypnotized. At all events nothing oc- rred that seemed to me to justify a be lief th: at the messages were from spirits.’ “Did you yourself get any messages? “There was a lame attempt to suggest that my father wished to communicate with me. The Major Thomas spirit de- scribed his appearance accurately enough, as he used to look, and mentioned his name and mine, but the message he gave was practically nonsense—nothing that father would have said. He said he was happy most of them said that—and that he was watching over me, and that he was often with me in a large office where I sat alone at a desk and — And then he said: ‘Tell him not to sell the bonds he is think- ing of selling.’ Whi ich is especially foolish since I am not at prese nt thinking of selling any bonds whatsoever.’ “But he described your father’s looks. “Yes, but several men there knew father. Fosdick may have seen him before he died for all I know. As for his talk about my private office, naturally all the partners in our firm sit in private offices. Moreover, if father could actually communicate with me there are things he could mention that were known only to him and to me—things of which he would undoubtedly wish to speak. And even so, even if a medium were to men- tion those things, that would not prove that the spirit of my father was present. It might perfectly well be some sort of thought transference from me to the me- dium. “During the séance Frank whispered to me as iiag whether I was impre sed. When I told him how I felt he asked the Major Thomas spirit to give me a sign, but the spirit answered in his self-important way: ‘Let the stranger in your midst return at some subsequent time when I am in con- ference with your group, and I may then perhaps see fit to accede to his request.’ For my part I should be sorry to believe that the next world could show so little progress over this one as would be indicated by the harboring there « gri andiloqt 1ent old wind-bag as the major.” ‘But he said to come back. You’re going to, aren’t you?” “T doubt it.” “Oh, do!” “What do you care?” “T want to go too.” “T don’t think they’d let me take you. There were no ladies ther o lest nigat. And they’ re a little chaid of tale laughed at ~/ wouldn't laugh. , You ae: fix it. You know you could.” She rose, crossed to where he was sitting, and placed her ” hand upon his shoulder, coaxing: “‘ Please, Hugh!” It was hard to resist her when she looked like that. Band ip he rep] ied evasively “we'll set we'll ¢s Then, ill look ing up at her, _ strongly aware of ~ allurement for hi a= went on: “After all, what use is there in puzz “li g about some supposititious W rid on its inhabitants when there is still so much to be found out about this world and ourselves? Frankly, Virginia, I find it hard to think about spiritism when I’m with you. You've always fascinated me so much more than anything else in the world ‘Always?” she repeated. “‘Even when we were young?” You'd laugh,” he said, “if you knew how hard it used to be for me to keep from beg you to marry me.” “No. I wouldn't laugh—not if it is true I’d more y weep. If you loved me, Hugh, why didn’t you e “ef say so‘ “‘T had my way to make,” aid. “But even that wouldn't have de a rred me, I nk, if I hadn’t known you didn’t want me » to. 4 ‘But I did want you to. “‘Y ou’ ve forgotten,” said he. ‘‘ You used to Pp: it me on the back for being the old re- liab le who never made love,” “Yes, and pra like that. And when you went away my heart nearly broke. That’s the truth.” She sighed, and with a little smile added: ‘But it’s nice to find out—even now; isn’t it? There’s a little sadness that makes it sweeter.”” Then with one of her abrupt changes of manner, almost as though she regretted the lapse into the mood of tender reminiscence, she moved away toward the f such a tiresome | y that you'd stop being Making the Nations Christmas bright This is the seventy-eighth Christmas Whitman have helped celebrate. 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40 d iyving ( The others will ne iit We’ e la for dinner.’ ig lucta he f ypwed ‘Who are the others, and where are we to dine?” | thought it would be nice to go to the ib again,” she answered as they passed nto the hall. ‘“‘I’ve asked only one other ipl Lura McDonald and Chris De- Camp Lura, by the a s a divorcée, d Chr ire nse] irable They've er ! e to f when lots of other le haven't be i hope you'll like t } a few n te later at Mrs. le Donald ipartment, they found Mr. 1 det ip in the proce of making cock- a very large shaker-— too many tails for four hey were served, too, glasses of unusually liberal dimensior i both Mr MeDonald and DeCamp ere, in Hugh's opinion, overzealous in the ter of replenishment When presently they descended in the elevator he was con mus of having drunk more than he had wanted to. Mrs. McDonald, however, evi- dently felt differently Well, Virginia,” she said as they entered thie automobile, I think we've got your party nicely started anyhow.” She was undeniably a striking-looking woman — tall, deep-chested, graceful, full of tion of vitality and strength. were large, dark and warm. She looked at one brigt tly when she spoke, and her vivac ity and the « xpres of her face combined to convey an impression of extreme intelligence Yet as the evening passed Hugh perceived that this suggestion was almost entirely pictorial, like the false suggestion of thoughtfulness in the beauti ful luminous eyes of Her conversa- tion was, in point of fact, not worth listening to; nevertheless, one was compe lled to at tend to her when she spoke, even if one did not actually listen, because of that flashing omething in her face, because of an air of the sugge Her eye sivenes a cow iuthority that she ur doubtedly possessed, ind also because her voice was as strong as her body. She had the attraction for the eye that some blooded animals have, cau ng us to look at them for the sheer joy of locking. And there was about her, mors iver, something that « — into play the isculine imaginatior A ) os experi that he was a men ence would know somehow voman of experience and many eciny her would wish her to have a part of their experience, and they a part of hers It was a type not unknown to Hugh, but one to which, ublike most men, he was not particularly susceptible He had where men were concerned a certain fastidiou ness; phy sical appeal, however great not in itself sufficient to exercise on him a powerful attraction Hugh neither liked nor disliked Mrs. MeDonald, but the more he watched her with DeCamp the kk he approved of her as a close friend for Vir pina for, though he would mitted it, he had an ut ony hat there existed between he been wis ery not have ad tive feeling id Det imp more of an understanding th on on cared to show, It was not that they were flirta tious or that DeCamp seemed unduly rather it was the their other exhibited a kind of confident cas that of an ac ustomed married couple. Hugh's impre not the result of any ngle piece of but of a series of slight indicatior After dinner, for example, Mrs. MeDonald wished to dance, but DeCamp showed, pre cisely as a husband might have shown it, hat he did not wish to. Nor did the illu minating little incident stop there; for there vas something very wifelike in the way that he insisted upon his dancing whether he desired to or not, reminding him of other evenings upon which she had let him have his own way, and winding up by telling him that he was getting fat ‘Are they engaged?” Hugh asked Vir ginia when, like a bored benedict, DeCamp had danced off with Mrs. McDonald ‘I suppose so,”’ she said, ‘They've been going round like this for a long time.” ‘Why don’t they marry?” ‘I don’t know. I wish Chris would narry her. I think she'd be happier. Peo ile discuss them of course; she pretends not » mind it, but she does. I[ think that's one eason they like so much to have me with them. It makes parties of four usually, and tends to make the fact that they are always Loge ther less conspicuous = Naively she had voiced the very thought that had been forming itself in own mind. Women of Mrs. MeDonald’s type and in her equivoc al pos ittentive; manner toward each reverse; laine like bon Wilt evident 2, his ition were, he knew, THE SATURDAY prone to seek close companionship with finer using them as shields to fend off some at least of the poison-pointed social arrows directed at themselves. This process women, has, however, one important disadvan- tage-—the shield is likely to be marred. “Where does that leave you?” Hugh could not restrain himself from asking. “Oh, I'd be talked about anyway,” she said. Sut I’m not like Lura. 1 don’t mind.” It was incredible to him that she should be sincere in saying such a thing. “You honestly don’t mind?” he de- manded, looking fixedly into her eyes. “Not a bit ‘Well, I do!” he exclaimed almost an- grily With a little laugh she pushe d back her »o from the table. ‘Do you? ‘Allright,then. Come chair ar dr shereturned lightly. on let’s dance.” During the evening unattached men kept coming to beg dances of Virginia and Mrs MeDonald. Once when Hugh chanced to be alone at the table he caught sight of Mrs Bowden, by whom he had sat in this same room on the night he had first seen Vir ginia. lis impression concerning Mrs. McDonald was now so strong that, as a member of the party in which she also was, he hesitated to go and speak to Mrs. Bow den. Presently, however, she saw him and bowed so cordially that he felt himself in- vited to «¢ TOSS over to bes r. she said, iving him her hand, “that th e > old friends Ip} has been renewed.’ And when he ented she added: ‘‘ What tiful creature—and how fascinating ean be.” ‘Yes,”” he answered. more than once of what asked you whoshe was. You said, in effect, that she was too fascinating and too sweet for her own good,” “It was not meant unkindly.” ‘I know it. That is one reason I want to speak to you about it now. I am concerned about her — puzzled by her.” “She is a puzzle to everyone who used to know her,” returned Mrs. Bowden. ‘ Dur- ing the last year or two of her husband's life I saw a good deal of them both. In those days she was utterly unlike her pres- ent self ntil his death she must have been quite as you knew her of old. Though there was some talk of his being wild I don’t think she ever heard it or, if she did hear it, anystock init. And, really,asnearlyas a man of his disposition could be devoted to one woman, he was devoted to her. She was always happy. When he died we expected her to be heartbroken. Sut not at all, It was as though his death unleashed some unsuspected side of her nature. Suddenly she was a different person. And what made it particularly picuous was that she wore mourning for just five days and then put it off.” Ilere was a new face on the matter; one that made it even more baffling than before. In Hugh’s speculations he had hitherto al ways traced the blame to Harvey. He had feared from the first that Harvey would not her a good husband, and this change in her had come like a confirmation of his fear. He knew that Harvey’s influence upon women had been almost invariably detri mental, and he reasoned bitterly that his crowning work was represented in Virginia’s deterioration Yet now he and Virginia a beau she ‘I have thought you said when I took cons i Mane was informed that Harvey had seemed happy in their mar- ried life; that the transformation in her had not come until after Harvey’s death. What could it mean? What could be the explana tion? Utterly at a loss for an answer he found himself filled with a curiosity more poignant than he had ever known. wir i ARDLY a day passed after that with- out Hugh's seeing Virginia. Often when he called at her apartment other men dropped in as well, but Lura MeDonald was the only woman he ever met there. One evening he found Giffin there when he arrived; at other times he met men who had come to Virginia’s table at the club. Of them all Hugh objected most to Gif- fin. He drank too much, spoke thickly, took a too familiar tone with Virginia, and or twice, when she happened to be within reach, laid hands upon her. Though the others were personable enough there was not one among them who showed signs of any real substantiality of character; at best they were a light, sophisticated lot, some of them bachelors, some married men whose wives had not yet returned from once EVENING POST summer outings. And though, with the ex- ception of Giffin, Hugh could not definitely resent their manner with her, he neverthe- less felt, not without irritation, that her apartment was used by them too much as though it were some cozy, half-questionable little club at which they could stop in, whenever the fancy struck them, to drink highballs, play bridge, dance or, above all, chat with a beautiful, intelligent, careless woman who, as Hugh heard one of them re- mark, could always be relied upon to meet aman on his own ground, And indeed with all Virginia was hail fellow well met. Her apartment itself was charming in bijou fashion, with its old French furniture and chintzes, but the atmosphere created there by the easy-going ways of these numerous and too casual men, and her easy- going ways with them, was full of a sugges- tion which Hugh found distasteful, even painful. Was there one of them who recognized her fineness — theremains ofsomething noble lying beneath her surface manner like the ruins of a Roman temple under some flam- boyant modern structure? Would he him- self have suspected buried riches there, he wondered, had he not looked upon the temple in its glory long ago? Assuredly this modern edifice, this side she showed the world, was not without qualities sufficient to engage attention—qualities that might be likened to those of some gay place of refreshment and amusement; some chic pavilion of white stucco, brilliantly lighted and invitingly embellished with flower boxes and striped awnings. Praise heaven he saw more than that! He was, as it were, a devoted archwologist searching be- low for treasures he knew were there; re- warded now and then by a glimpse of some chaste marble fragment—a broken capital, a bit of cornice, a piece chipped from some sculpture chiseled by a master hand. Wishing to be alone with her he fell into the way of driving her to dinner at outlying country clubs. Often it would be late when he took her home, but regardless of the hour she would invite him in. This resulted in the establishment by him of ten o’clock as the : iiting hour. If they got back to her door by ten he would enter with her and visit for a while before going back to the hotel; if after ten he would leave her at the elevator. Several times Virginia had protested that this self-imposed restriction was quixotic, but there came at last a night when she made more of the matter. They had driven out beyond Fort Sheridan for dinner, and the hands of the automobile k pointed to eleven as their car entered the northern end of Lincoln Part Hugh had been tell- ing her that his business in Chicago was nearly completed; in a few days he would be leaving oe shall mis s you a great deal,” she said. “And I shall miss you.’ “We won't have many more evenings together before you go. And maybe you'll never come back.” “Oh, yes, I will.” ** After fifteen more years?” she asked in a tone half humorous, half wistful. “*Much sooner. Now that I’ve found you again I'll ‘3 ; Found what's left of me, ‘There's a gre at deal left. to dri aw me back. “But not enough to make you break your rule to-night — about coming in fora while?” **Look at the time,” he said. “What difference does it make? ‘Appearances.” “But I’ve told you over I care nothing for appearances “Well, you ought to. In any care about them for you.” They were passing swiftly down the park’s shore drive; the air was cool and fragrant with the night-time scents of shrubbery and flowers; over the lake to the eastward a strip of cloth of gold extended toward the moon. ‘I'm not a young girl any more— worse luck,” she said. “‘Other friends of mine call as late as this. Don’t be puritanical, Hugh. Come in for a while. If you don’t I'll not ask you again.” It was the sort of night on which good rules are likely to be laid aside. When a few minutes later the car drew up before the building in which she lived Hugh entered the elevator after her. All through this evening his conscious- ness of her had been peculiarly acute. Her radiance harmonized with that of the night, brilliant and mysterious. To take her latch- key from her hand, unlock the door for her, cloc * she put in. Quite enough and over that ” event, I December 6, 19/19 step with her into the moment of darkness that lay between the threshold and the button that turned on the lamps—these things gave him sensations curious, illusory and charming, an enchanting sense of ad- venture, of irresponsibility, a brief fantastic feeling of mastery and possession. He sank contentedly into a deep chintz- covered chair, and with a kind of vague expectancy watched her as she slipped off her light coat, removed her hat, laid it on the top of the small grand piano, and going to the mirror adjusted her hair with many birdlike turns of the head and quick little feminine gestures. She was to the eye like music to the ear. He was bewitched, and knew it. To him she was at once two beings: a creature blended of haunting memory and tempting reality; the girl of long ago, tender, sweet, ineff Table; the woman of now, vivid, rash, much to be desired. Strangely, too, the very things in her which he deplored were sources of attraction to him. Disapproving, he adore d. She filled him with disappointment and delight. He voiced something of his feelings, say- ing: ‘‘I never felt so many different ways about a person as I do about you. I’m almost glad I’m going so soon.” ‘I’m not,” she said, taking her place on the cushioned window seat beside his chair. “Of courseina way I’mnoteither. But well, I’m not accustomed to having any woman so absorb my thoughts. You're a disturbing person. ‘How? I haven’t meant to be.” “You're like two people at once. Some- times I think I know you very well; sometimes I think I don’t know you at all. For years you’ve been a kind of religion with me. My first thought in coming to Chicago was that I should see you. I ap- proached you as a man might approach a holy place. But when I found you it was a little bit like finding a cathedral full of mas- restle ‘SS, queraders. ‘I should think it would be rather inter- esting to see a cathedral full of masquer- said. ‘It is,” he admitted interesting than it would be to find the reg- ular service going on. But at time it isshocking. It offends one’s sense of the fitness of things. It makes life look suddenly topsy-turvy. Worst of all, per- haps, it outrages one’s reverential feeling.” “Why not forget all that and join in the masquerade?” she said. ‘‘Why not take things as you find them? You know how it is when you go to look for antique furni- ture—if you’re looking for an old lacquered clock you find a Chippendale footstool; if you’re looking for a highboy you find a Sheffield coffee urn. Why not take life in the same way? Isn’t that the way to get the happiness out of it? If you go to church to pray and you find a masquerade there join the masquerade and do your praying another time.” ‘That seems a simple and quite pagan philosophy?’ he answered. ‘‘ But what about trying to stop the masquerade—driving the masqueraders out of the temple— prevent- ing the desecration?” ‘But suppose you can’t do that? Sup- pose it’s too late? Suppose it is something quite beyond you?” **One can always try,” he said, one is finally thrown out.” *What’s the use?”’ ‘It’s a fight for one’s ideals.” ‘If one has any.” ‘You used to still.” ‘T have fou ind ideals the most peri ish: _ of commodities,” she answered. ‘* They’ about as fit to stand the journey th rougi life as Bohemian glass would be for a coum exploring expedition. What's the use in them? Most of them are only illusions anyway.” “Virginia,” he exclaimed, rising from his chair, ‘‘it mak ide “ns me to hear you talking in that way! You’re all wrong. Somehow you have got things terribly twisted. Don’t you feel it? Don’t you know it?” He was standing over her now. : She did not answer his questions, but looking up at him demanded: ‘Don’t you like me as well as you used to?” It became his turn not to answer. “That’s not the point,” he insisted ve- hemently. ‘It’s a matter of whether you are willing to sacrifice deliberately what is finest in you. Your whole environment, your whole scheme of life is wrong. Do you know how I feel when I’m here? I feel your fascination, but you aren’t the woman I came tosee. The oneI came to see is hidden (Continued on Page 95) aders,”” she ‘It is really more the same “even if have. You must have

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oa SPR, neers. 0m wr Continued from Page 90 ymewhere. I suspect you of trying to keep her locked up so that no one will find her. But now and then she manages to steal out of her prison and I eatch a glimpse of her.’ Virginia rose and gazed up gravely at him. ‘No,” she said, “‘that woman doesn’t exist any more, There’s no use looking for her. She’s gone—gone for good and all. If you’re going to like me, Hugh, you must me as I am. It’s the best I have to offer. Won’t it do?” Her eyes, which by day showed gray flecked with hazel, now looked dark and lustrous. For a moment he stood hesitant, gazing into them. After all, as she had aid, they were not children any more. They were a man and woman who by rea- son alike of years and circumstances were accountable only to themselves. Was there any use in this effort he was making toswim against the tide and draw her with him especially when she made no move to help? And was there not in truth much to be said for the philosophy of life she had ex- pounded—the philosophy of easy ac- ceptance, that bids us take things as they come, and question not. He was as one who seeking water from some cool, refreshing spring is offered heady wine He looked away from he ar as he off the spell of her eyes he felt his strength returning. One sign of his strength, of ich he had always been proud, was the ibility to restrain himself from making love. With Virginia in the old days he had some- times felt himself in danger; once or twice he had been upon the verge of sinking his material ambitions, yielding to love, beg- ging her to marry him. But he had sum- moned strength to fight off that romantic Had he done so only to stoop years later, to this—to the thougl t of love without the thought of marriage? If s e& too had retrogr ided. The vision of her asa girl, “‘a sweet young thing in dimity,” as she had put it, came He saw her sitting on the porch of the old house the house that was gone. ‘*Men act so crazy,” he seemed to r her say again. “‘They don’t ever seem atisfied jus st to be go od friends. 1e had ippeared infinitely pathetic to him as she aid that. Was she the less pathetic now for all her brave ;? She had called forth » protective instinct in him then. Was he less in need of his protec tion now? And there were other things that she had said. “Do you know what I wish? I wish

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no man w 1 ever fall in love with me again unti il the » right one comes along and I fall in love with him too.’’ After a time Harvey iad come along,

It wv as ul pleasant at this moment, the t ht of Harvey. Poor Harve *y, all weak- and ! If the spirits ice look back arberry and his believed, Harvey’s lot must be a wretched one indeed. With these thoughts in his mind Hugh allowed himself to look at her once more, but this time there was resolution in his

nto this world, as Frank i friend ia,” he said gravely, “this sort It would be for us both, to spoil things 1] - - 2 lili never, neve! do.

id he lifted it gently to his out another word he turned

and left her vir NOME papers in the public-service cor- bs) poration matter having to be signed late ext day Hugh telephoned Virginia asking er to drive down to the hotel and meet him n time for dinner. It was a principle with him that personal s should never be permitted to obtrude where there was business to be done; yet several times tnat afternoon he iimself upon the point of dropping everything, jumping into a taxi and rush- ng out to see her, if only for a moment.

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For the first time in his life he felt, in the full. a lover’s eagerne He was waiting for her in the hotel foyer hen she came At the sight of her he ir? Yet being a maturs first words were of practical affairs. “Where would you like to dine?” he j ‘It is all one to me.” ‘Isn’t there some place that you like a ittle better than the rest?”’ lly anxious to-night that ed with everything. He 1 New York. There are He was especi

he should be pl shed they were THE SATURDAY certain places in New York which soar to gastronomic heights as yet not quite at- tained in any other city in the land. They stood for a moment discussing various possibilities. Suddenly her gaze became fixed. “‘Isn’t that Frank Carberry over there by the desk?” Hugh did not turn to see; instead he took her by the arm and started in the di- rection of the door. “We'll get into the car,” he said, ‘‘and then settle where we are to dine.” “But Frank may be here looking foryou. “‘He is. That’s just it.” “But don’t you want to see him? “Not to-night. I want to see only you to-night.” “But,”’ she urged, pausing near the door, “he might want you to go to a séance. ‘That's just what he does want. He's been after me on the phone all day.” “Oh, do talk to him, then!” “No. Come on. That spiritualistic stuff doesn’t interest me.” ”

“It intorests me,” she said, still hol ling back. ‘Besides, I haven’t seen Frank in

year ‘I know what you’re up to,” aid he. ‘They don’t let women come. ‘Then it’s high time they did,” she persevered. ‘“‘You go and get Frank and bring him over to me, Let me see if I 1't fix it ‘Listen, Virginia. Asa matter of fact he left word for me, They’re goin g to have their beastly spook meeting to-night. We don’t want to waste time with at thing like that, whe n I’m going so soon. ‘But it’s my only chance.”” She looked up at him with appealing eyes, “ Hugh. For me.” “Oh, all right—damn it! She smiled at the masculineness of the surrender. They turned an d moved back to the foyer, encountering Frank as he was about to leave. “IT was just looking for you, Hugh,’’ he said. “I’ve been trying to reach you on the phone all day. Didn’t you get the message I le er “*l’ve been frightfully busy,” said Hugh. ‘I had intended to call you up in the morn-

Please, ””

” But the meeting is to-night. “T have a dinner engagement—you re- member Virginia Alison?” irginia greeted him in her most cordial manner. It was pleasant to be greeted in Virginia’s most cordial manner. Frank beamed. “I didn’t feel,” said he to Hugh, “‘t the meeting you attended was as interesting That’s why I was particularly anxious to get you for to-nig] you'll be leaving the city soor “Yes, in a day or two. to want me, but you see “Hugh told me of the other meeting, put in Virginia. ‘‘I should think it would be enormously interesting! Somuchsothat I shouldn’t want our dinner engagement to interfere with his going, if ' It was Hugh’s turn to interrupt. ‘Nonsense!”’ he said, almost sharply. “But it’s not nonsense,” she insisted, “Tf I were to have such an opportunity as Frank is offering you I should break almost any engagement to go.’ Frank was evidently impressed by this avowal. “The subject appeals to you, then?” he asked her. “More than I can Jane. jo For a moment he was silent, with the air of one who turns thin, gs ove 2 in his mind. “Well, then,” he said slowly, ‘‘why don't pes Seen come that is you 1 won't 1 ind bein; g the only bf pe i Virginia? “Oh, T° d love pee laimed, ela p- ing he T hands in lle “*T won’t mind at all. Perceiving that the game was lost, Hugh tried to give in gracefully. “Stop and dine with us here, Frank,”’ he invited, “‘and we'll all drive out to your as most.

It’s kind in you

house together, afterward. ‘Yes,” urged Virginia. ou ean re weg ngs tomea little, I'll be bett epared.” Wh. , F ‘rank was checking his hat Hugh aged a few words with her. “You conscienceless little plotter!” he upbraided with reluctant appreciation. ‘You were a g 0d boy,” she said, ‘“‘to take it so well.’ ‘I wouldn’t have taken it so well,” said he, ‘‘if this spook meeting were to % the end of our evening. But it’s not. I'll let you stay until half past ten at the latest.

EVENING POST You can pretend you have a headache anything. But then we go, though I have to pic k you up and carry you off.” ‘If I thought you'd pick me up and carry me off ——”’ She did not finish. “Tf you don’t think so,” he returned with an intensity only thinly veiled by his smile, ‘you might just try it and see, % Though she sensed his emotion she chose to keep her light tone, **So you’ve turned cave man? “Exactly.” “I wonder,” she said, aut ‘ave men of long ago took the precaut me their railroad tickets for some other town before threatening to become violent. It would be i interesting to know.” “Probably not,” said Hugh. “I under- stand they believed in what is called direct action. They weren't handicapped by such things as consciences. A conscience is an awful drawback to anyone starting up in the cave-man business. It makes him slow in the get-away. Before he is in position to start any other rough work he has to club his own conscience into insensibility. And if his conscience happens to hs ave consider- able vitality, why then “Then,” she finished for him, “it’s pretty nearly time to t ake ‘ie train. Is that it?” ‘Yes,” said Hugh as Frank came toward them, ‘ ‘but until the train does s go he is someone to be reckoned wi th.’ All through dinne rk rank talkedspiritism, led on by Virginia’s questions. He ex plait 1ed the le ading theories on the subject, and outlined the experience of the little group which for three years had met with Fosdick. The meal over they entered the car and sped out to the old Oakland neighborhood. Driving with these two friends of his youth through the streets so familiar yet so un- familiar Hugh felt again the strange emo- tions he had known at the time of his first excursion thither several weeks earlier, and something told him that Virginia was touched by the a ‘rience also, for Oak- land was only a little less s 7 nge to her now than to him. With Frank it was difTerent; he still lived out here, and Node nen witnessed the changes as they came, one by one, would never know the shock of taking in the total atas ingle gz ri ince, “Life for us used to be pra tically in- cluded in a square h¢ a mile, didn’t it?’”’ Virginia said; ‘ond as they drove on ; began recalling people and events, as Hugh had done before. There was the Burdicks’ house, where she had gone to her first party wearing a little velvet dress with a lace collar. And over there the Lymans used to live—what had become of them?—and the Rog rses, next door. And then of a sudden they all fell silent, and the silence was pregnant and uneasy, for they iro e past the frame hou > whe Harvey rownert iad lived—the tragie ruin of ahomett! hs rd all known, deserted now, its porch drop ping away, the steps all but gone, the front door roughly boarded up as though in ironical protection of black empti- ness within, the _— rs sagging and falling apart, revealin beens that seemed to squint like a half-b lit d man who has lost his gla OSDICK and poten pe the C iurrived. For a lit } tempt at general conversation which re minded Virginia of the kind of conversation that takes place in a room where people are sitting waiting for a funeral service to be gin—vacuous and labored talk on any sub ject but that of which all are thinking. Presently Fosdick move ain. ait whine Gs send talammens aol Concluded on Page 99

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Concluded from Page 95 come crowding round a single t« legraph op- erator who could not possibly accept all the messages. In their haste most of them lost their wits. Their opportunity, if any came to them, was of the briefest. They uttered what random sentiments entered their minds at the instant. She fell to pondering these things. doubtedly Hugh coming once, just ti Un- It was worth ) see what a séance was } a thing of which one eould easily tire. Harvey could not have thought *h of her intelligence if he really feared ight become too deeply interested. had not wanted her to come here. he perhaps feared the same thing? weren’t women as well as men invited to these meetings? Did most men mistrust the 4 Was right: feminine mind Thinking thus, and giv ng but half her attention to what was going on, she was aken from her abstraction by the sound of her own name spoken by the medium. “There rit here who asks for some- ginia,”’ he said. s} eanswered quickly. e has been waiting a long “or what ‘To telly thing.” **Does he vive The Then he He wishes to tell you some- a name?” lent for a moment. says: ‘I will give a gn. There was a rainstorm and the out of the cushions in a Is that it? And he medium was sald He Siit once, color came canoe, - es, ‘Does she he says that is it. asks: me??? “Yes,” Virginia said. to tell me He says: oa in torment “‘What does he Wish ‘She must change her course. ( until she changes her course, “*Does he mean,” ment’s reflection, “ she asked after a mo- that there is someone a woman— whose present course of action is causing him to suffer; and that he wants to let her know?” To which the medium replied: ‘He says: ‘Yes, that is it. Virginia understands.’” ‘* Does he know,” she asked, “‘of any rea- son why this woman does things that make him suffer?” ‘He says,” returned the medium, “‘ Re- venge upon the dead is more terrible than revenge upon the living.’”’ “Then it is revenge she seeks‘ “Yes. He keeps Saying: and forgive.’”’ me > Tell her pity THE SATURDAY “Ask if he knows for what she désires to be revenged?”’ “He says: ‘The letters,’” replied. There came a pause which in the half darkness seemed to Hugh perhaps longer than it really was. Presently Virginia asked: ‘“‘Is there any- thing further that he wishes to say?” “‘No more,” medium. rone. . gon x OON after the visitant Major )O Thomas bade the company a ceremoni- ous good night, whereupon Fosdick fell into a slumber from which after sundry twitch- ings of the body he emerged in his own proper person, The lights were then turned up. Hugh's eyes were on Virginia. Though apparently composed she was very pale. She remained or ly long enough to thank Frank and Fosdick and say good night to th others. Then she and Hugh left. Alone with him she relaxed. into the car she dropped down upon the cushions and closed her eyes. “Oh, Hugh!” she breathed Laying his hand g¢ ntly over hers he found it tremblir g. You aren’t faint? “No, but—just let quiet while,” she answered brokenly. When they had driven for a time withdrew her hand from but ir tion there was no rebuff. Hugh felt rather that it signified acceptance of a solitude forced upon her by reason of someth he did not know what— that had fallen the lips of the medium. Her agitation was manifestly de p. The sight of her distress, the sense of her alone- ness In it--moved him profoundly. More than ever before he longed to show her tenderness. Yet something told him that he must not; that eatest kindness would consist in silence. It was only when the y had crossed the cit and were nearing her door that she spoke, “You'll come in, H igh?”’ It was almost eleven, but he did not refer to the hour now. 0 tired.” “it you're not te “No. I want to tell you something. Once more he ascended with her in the elevator, took her latchkey, unlocked the front door for her, and entering turned on the lights; but where before in cumstances he had felt irresponsible the medium said the He is this Ste pping for a me be the ac- the gr these cir venturesome and was now full of vague ap- prehensions and of concern for her, Having removed her wrap \ re into a chair and seeing eyes rinia sank stared with dazed, un- t I 1 iin was o where a window cur EVENING POST Swaying gently in the soft lake breezes Hugh meanwhile walked up and down the room with slow, measured steps ‘I’m afraid,” he said presently, I don't quite underst; Rag “It was Harve Hugh stopped walking “But Harvey's: ime he said. “He spoke of a rainstorm “that t oned, wasn t ment! and the color coming out of the cushions in a We were at Lake Geneva the week before hi died, and that very thing happened. It 1 was the chill on pneumonia “Still,” sai } , vila 9 why he couldn V i “Yes, there w is. He wishe stand, but not the other It wa though he were alive: he , plead to me like : } igh, ‘the re was no reason that before a e. It would be too humiliating.” ‘Clear!"’ she re peated. Hesaw that her hands were clenched tight in her lap ‘Perhaps you'd better not talk about it now,” he suggested gently. ‘You knew Harvey,” she said ‘You knew his failing Vbody did. After you went away I realized what you meant tome. It wasn’t until you were gone that I knew for sure. I was miserable. | kept hoping you'd come bacl , but you never did ever After a while I saw that I had to w rk my way out of itsomehow Harvey took meout more and more. I think he suspected what was troubling me. He was always jealou parti After a while he be aid he'd never did He ularly so of you. gan asking me to marry him. He let up And he “There was a fascination about him never never. Was So Imaginative, impulsive, intense, But I knew his reputation, and even when I by gan to think myself in love with him ] , : afraid of marriage because of his ir I told him th: but he wa certal nat wit} for his he'd bea different mar Is are flattered by that kind of tall vant to believe it. “So at last we married. He was a 3 I knew After labout him. And I was and of my share in making as his word as fa I ceased to be afraic proud of him him over, “His sudden death med me. But I knew it was best to keep going, so I began to busy myself at once position of his personal effects. In the fusion his trunk hadn’t been unpacked after our return. The unpacking was one of the tasks left over for m It was distr going over those things that a time overwhel over the d cor eemed ymucn a part of him. Then I age of letters I had heen couldn't see clearly. I thoug wanted to think to him that they were my that he had cared enoug! them and take them about wit} him wha t I , letters to ave they were love letters from another womal ! the t very ‘That day I had been alive, if I could I knew, it wo one recent could have had it out way to reach him. So I simply memory. You've been puz Perhaps you aren't so puzzled 1 Is there any way in which > known?” myself why, I set out to be Harvey } idn't wanted me to be like me to drink or smoke l smoked He disapproved of Chris. [ made them my took off mourning. have told oathed ow Fosdick If } ld have been different But there was sled about m he We } But im withe was loathed Giffin vas jealous of | cause. So I pla 1 with Giffin down the line I got myself it wrong I used to hope that wherever Harvey ne Now I'm ire he did know paid him bacl I'm throug} ‘Virginia,”’ iid Hugh, ‘thou ettled a account for the message I’m not convinces is you are, But that makes no difference he point is that, genuine rnot, it ex pre what Harvey wou i feel, and want to say, if he could. It’s what I've been try ing to say. Wherever it came from it was the right message, And you have given the right answer ; “ There’ only one thing that troubles me now, and that is my share in the blame I made the great mistake f my life when I let ambition carry me away, leaving vou b hind I'll never forgive myself f rthat. Yet even so, I'll go back with a iignter heart than I h: had in years.” Wher ) igo?” i , “Couldn't you wait ir two more? He stood siler her tn ar tensity that fin ed her to ra her eves to } ‘Will you come home with m fld ; She rose and moved toward him lifteen years ago, when he w twent ear nineteen, his word for her wa l.’” And now, after what seemed lifetime, it came ba a word poverty, he thought n that

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100 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST December 6, 1919 Locate Your New Plant Where you can get all these marked advantages

The Du Pont Company chose Hopewell as a The Petersburg-Hopewell Industrial District, ite for its col il guncotton plant because of its of which Hopewell is a part, is at the junction of the unexcelled advantages with regard to labor, water, What the Petersburg - Hopewell \ppomattox and James rivers, in reality a part of fuel, raw materials, climate and transportation Industrial District of Chesapeake Bay. It is twenty-three miles south of } Our conversion of Hopewell from war to peace Richmond and eighty miles west of Norfolk industr h rel a factor power plants Virginia Offers The District has splendid rail and deep wate facilities. Freight rates are as low Atl iti ( iboard and ive the area ind other industrial equipment for general manu Adequate eupoly of aber. transportation hacturing purp as any on the Freedom from labor troubles. Hopewell, with these advantages —natural and Splendid housing facilities. advantages over Baltimore, Philadelphia and New required heal. ents opportunities to manutae Excellent rail and deep water trans- York ure! ud opt ive manufacturers which w portation. [he James River gives Hopewell its deep water believe without precedent in industrial history Low priced steam and electric power. outlet to the sea. Products may be loaded o1 Phe Hopewell factories have floor areas run Abundance of pure water. smaller freighters or shipped on barges to large ning up to 150,000 square feet and are idaptable to Accessible raw materials. ocean steamers at Norfolk or Newport News. many kinds of manufacturing. They are piped and Best steam coal in the world. Che District is served by three great trunk lin wired ready to turn on steam or electric power “rae : . : Factories already built and available. roads which, with their connections, give manufac turers rail access to all important market centres, h and west kor manufacturers preferring to build) then Factory sites with railway sidings. own plants, Hopewell has 1200 acres av lable lor B6ild and healthful climate. mite. aime ite Most of these have ra Ty Staines aire Low living cost to workers. sout opewet! as many otner fea ures lat MAKE , Hoy Il | tl feat that | Fire protection without an equal. ! ‘ <— ‘ : it not only a good place to do business but a good Financial help for legitimate develop- ment and expansion. j ; A good place to live and rear a family. Hopewell is a city with all the utilities anc conveniences that constitute a modern municipality place to live and rear a family. I

It has hundreds of attractive homes, church« chools, clubs, hotels, theatres, stores, commissary, <—# One of Hope Y. M. C. A., Y. W. C. A., trolleys, paved streets, electric lights, sewers well'’s three and the best fire and police protection in the world. modern power

plants havin In short, Hopewell supplies the needs of a manufacturer seeking a mot 1 total capacity favorable place to move his plant; the manufacturer desiring a strategi: - of 60,000 hors location for a branch factory and the prospective manufacturer looking |

power rhey a suitable locality to begin business. deliver electri : i ; “ - and steam Adequate financial assistance will be given manufacturers to take car power, light of any legitimate requirements for development and expansion and heat at low price (See next page << Photograph on left — A busy wharf scene at Hopewell. Boats are loaded directly from railway cars. Photograph in left corner —A James River ! Photograph below—A few of Hopewell’s factories now available to manufacturer pier at Hopewell. From y These buildings are easily adaptable to the needs of various industries. here tons of munitions

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 101 (Continued from opposite page) We have prepared Hopewell for peace industry with as much thoroughness as it was built for war. We have obtained experts of nation-wide reputation to study the specific requirements and problems of various industries and to assist firms who come to Hopewell in getting their business started. These technical experts, after making a thorough study of your problems of labor, raw materials, manufacturing processes, transportation and finance, will give you an unbiased report as to how the resources of Hopewell fit your special needs. This service is without cost to you. We furnish this service in a big way for the same reason that we are advertising in a big way— to do a thorough and prompt job of disposing of our peace surplus and putting Hopewell on a peace basis. Demand ts already keen and Hopewell will soon be sold. Labor Homes ing roads in the United States —the Norfolk and Western, Che demand for greater production is becoming mot The housing situation is of paramount importance to a the Di ind more insistent The most serious drawbacks to manufacturer in considering a location for hi plant The j P ) labor troubl 1 lal shortage scarcity of houses and consequent high rents lo the The { : a ik ae River were production Ww re labor troubles ane labor 1ortag ircity wu i yuer high rent rower i in 1 i | W \ i fiel \Mlany manufacturers are so handicapped in either or both efficiency of labor as well as limit its supply within short hauling distance rhese are recognized asthe \ ' ' ects as to make changes of plant location imperative best in America and at red ti iH ll } lal | 1 f f Hopewell has no housing problem. It has accommo I | | Rol pew is no lab shortage an t is free ron ; : ' ee siete manag” 1 “ee : oo i \ ‘ya ene dations at tl date for 12,000 additional worker It ha the brated Cardiff ils of Wale breed dts i ! nd strik S sl 1 bres liscor ent ; | t PP" hundreds of attractive cottages, bungalows and ipartment i workers, illed and unskilled, male and female, is F : / if i ’ : . ‘ e 1 r workers with families, and large cheerful dormitories Water sate hg er P for single men and women. These have lawns and gardet The Du Pont Company recruited 30,000 workers from nd are equipped with electricity and all modern con To dustric requiring cheap and inia, Maryland and the Carolinas These same veniences. Rents range from $11 to $15 a month weser, Mocewell clless erelerced ‘ oy Pot “7 a eo i purification plant with daily i Y ell manufactt 5 o rome ’ pectin P 000 000 r igh to uppl t ower age = W i ded for indu Wages Non-dependable power is expensive at any price i Hopewell’s supply nstant and below standard costs High wages are due largely to high living costs. Hopewell rhe Birt) gig " Prec a ee ae ope ' Tt t to the Hopewell f ry eer cn lled “war wages” were not id iree gigantic and modern power houses, having a tota P os ‘ einai ‘an “ ~ pa capacity of 60,000 horse power re so connected that cent thousand gallons for filtered water and ? Hlopewell workers Yet their actual earnings were greater ad y ’ I pow . 2 la ee t ' ndustr ntt one or all can distribute service to a pat t} ; , | than at most war industry centres ; ; ; lustrial district The region adjacent to the District produces great . juantities of garden and farm products. These are supplied This insures Hopewell inufacturers with a never Climate » Hopewell consumers at low cost As the commissary failing supply of steam and electric power, heat, light HW "oy | ‘ as | ; , Opew i Z mat ost favorab] » ind trial it Hopewell operates on a low cost-plus basis, it is abl ind air pressure Electricity is furnished as low 114 ell 1 < . ite 1 : lk 4 { t } ilt { do or » sell groceries and other household necessiti it con cents a kilowatt hour. ictivity and to hea Out of door work iderably below regular retail prices } } +] 14 ; | | | i ini nierrundinn % strane of wentiins EE The Hopewell worker also benefits in the minimum out F ] y extr ' | | l ue { +} ‘ a Sa Seer ae | © ite iv necessary for rent, heat, light, water, clothing, et: The fro ours o hen t ~ ild climate obviates the necessity for heavy clothing and Hopewell is exceptionally well favored in re pect to snd lowers the efficiency of workers in 1 faunred reat amount of heat in houses coal supply The three greatest tide-water coal carry eT PEF

NOTE The Du Pont Chemical Company, as its name implies, is not a real estate concern. We have this peace surplus equipment, however, which we mean to dispose of in the quickest possible time. It will be a matter of first come first served. Immediate action is advisable. Write or wire today.

Du Pont Chemical Company oe Incorporated | Wilmington, Delaware ol ee, Petersburg Chamber of Commerce, Petersburg, Va. y” fOPeWEL Xe Fr { Photograph below—This shows a part of Honewell’s residential area. Note the general attractivent houses and the pretty lawns and well pave d streets surrounding them Phere ! ~ it Hopewell for 12,000 additional workers

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102 elief to ich a big piece of work off No think »— part ularly It rbara though.” No think so— particularly.” re looking better inyway = Yes, perhaps she is. But she’s mercurial i I doubt if it due to the book.” I " his head sober! “On the con- ‘ he 1s sO absorbed in it—you've ) lea ho ibsorbed she was in it She ed as hard as I did. And she’s been r wtive in the Pilgrim Association and the Coloni oc} too. I don’t know hat I'd have done without Barbara.” Mr. Hawksford wanted to retort: “And I don’t know what you've done with her,” it } ‘ ntrolle« hin elf “She's an ur al gi aid Mr. Hawks- ford eit) me warmt} I alwa ant to be ju " said Doctor Temple cautiously ‘And I'm sure it’ t to say that Barbara is an unusually jutiful child and an unusually intelligent imanuensi Apart from that I could not truthfully say that she’s unusual.” Mr. Hawksford winced. “You parents look at life tl rough bifocal enses,”’ he said And you're looking at Barbara, who’s right in the foreground, of them. Why, a hundred thousand!”’ agree with you.” tance half through the d doctor, he’s one in *l agree with you J But you just said ‘Perhaps you misunderstood me. _ I meant that whatever traits she has and what personal appearance and what dis position and what brains are not unus ual imstances. Bear in mind her under the cir incestry, Mr. Hawksford. The attributes hich you may possibly think are remarh able | consider inevitable She couldn't pe bly have been anything different from vhat she is.” He was profoundly incere as he said this and al in the least vainglorious. He felt that he was merely, t 3 nga palpable fact, and |} implicity of manner even more than his words gave Mr Hawksford a new insight into his terrific pride of birth Later the gifted pedagogue spoke to Barbara about the doctor’ ingleness of pul po ( eo : he said, ‘‘he’ all broken up about the future He's been at it for forty years and now he says there isn’t anything left for him to do ‘He must have had some very promi- nent ancestors, L take it.” “Why, no, not at all. That isn’t it. His and mother’s were all about the same first farmers and then professional people. They weren't distinguished. What he’s so proud of is that they were all nice, honest, ordinary people, without anybody in Con- gress or anybody in jail, and he isn’t so much interested in names and dates as what the people did and what they were in the community.” Mr. Hawksford was at some pains to di- gest the thought “And has he traced every single line back as far as it will ZO ae ‘Every single one.’ iliar with the inter- shuddered at the Mr minable details « scope of genealogy. Hawksford, fam if the law, ‘He's sort of on my mind,” he con- feased. ‘“‘I hate to see a man with all his mental energy feel that there is nothing for him to oceupy himself with. If there’s anything in the world / can do “*Well, there is something. He likes youa lot. If you'll just manage to see him often and talk to him, that'll be as much as any of us can do.” “I intend to,” said Mr. ‘And now to change the subject com- pletely—how about 1 lesson?” he lessons were the natural result of Mr. Hawksford’s car. Having once taken Barbara to the lake, he had then taken her i second time, and a few evenings later he id proved that all good things go by hrees. On the third occasion she had re- marked that it was silly for a normal man to refuse to learn to dance, and he had re- torted banteringly that his own brains were in his head and not in his feet. “Why, I could teach you in an hour,” she had exclaimed impulsively, and then she had experienced a quick regret, for though Mr. Hawksford was very kind and consid- erate he was hardly the type of man that promises joy to the instructor. ‘I defy you to,” he had responded. Hawksford. THE SATURDAY ANCES EVENING POST TORS (Continued from Page 21 Fortunately her father’s creed was broad enough to permit of her own indulgence, so that she didn’t hesitate to give her pupil his first instruction in the living room. “Come on then,” said Barbara. “Where do I come to?” po ‘ome here you can count, can’t you? “T can do logarithms in my head if it'll it Ip a ny “Well, it won't! Can you count per- fectly re gularly us though we had music?” “Oh!” said Mr. ieukabeed.’ ‘Is that all? Why, I play the violin a little myself.” “Splendid! We'll learn the one-step first, because that’s the simplest. Ready?” “Ready!” His expression was that of a novice swimmer about to attempt his first dive. ““Well, put your arm round me.” Mr. Hawksford blushed, but he lutely thrust out a long arm and gingerly brought it toward her. “You'll have to do better than that,” said Barbara. ‘It’s awfully hard for a girl to dance with a mushroom. Suppose I stumbled or anything— you'd simply let me break my neck, would you?” reso- “Oh, no!” said Mr. Hawksford. “I shouldn't ever let you do that.” ‘Well, don’t act like it then.” Obedient but still florid, he tightened his hold. Her right hand fluttered into his left. Mr. Hawksford swallowed. “Now,” said, ‘‘when I go back with one foot you follow it with your foot and count two-four time. We'll go very slowly for a while—and keep going and don’t step she on my r toes and that’s all there is to it.” ‘That's quite enough,” said Mr. Hawks- ford breathlessly “T feel like a baby learning to w alk.” His awkwardness was increased by his consciousness of it, and the perspective he had of himself in a pier glass was small encouragement. He couldn’t help con- youths he had contrast was trasting himself with the club dances and the sing. said Mr. Hawksford sharply. seen at embarra “Stop!” “No, go on! You're doing beautifully. Now, one, two oe “Stop!” repeated Mr. Hawksford. They were squarely before the pier glass now and he wanted to study the reflections. surbara was her own dainty self, and he could it be that he was the hideously uncouth manikin who bent from the waist like a broken lily and drooped over her? His suit was serviceable but wrinkled—and he sud- denly recalled the symphony in dark blue and white. His hair was too low over his forehead and the slight exertion hadn’t in- creased its seductiveness. He looked down at her, unseein rs **Let her go!” said most savage ly ‘Don't hold me “Oh, 1 be g your ter?” “That's clammy. Now, one, two Mr. Hawksford tripped over nothing, recovered his balance, bit his lip and went on doggedly. Twice they made the circuit of the room—overturning only one chair. Barbara came to a standstill. “That's absolutely the best first lesson I ever gave,”’ she said. ‘I congratulate you.” Mr. Hawksford had blushed to put his arm round her; now he blushed as he re- moved it. “Have you given many? “Billions,” said Barbara, newborn vanity. Mr. Hawksford fanned himself with his handkerchief. “I’m beginning to understand the Chi- nese idea, though. They want to know what's the use of working so hard yourself when you can pay somebody else to do it and sit and watch.” ‘Don't you like it?” “I like some parts of it,”’ he said with utter ac curacy. ‘And it’s great exercise gre at! “It's perfectly true—you'rea born dancer, Why haven't you taken it up before?”’ Mr. Hawksford pondered. “I guess I’ve been too busy. You see, I had to work my way through college and then I worked pretty hard after that, and now I’m practicing and lecturing at the university too.” “There’s one thing about you—you re awfully strong. Most beginners are just like jellyfish. Where'd you get all that muscle?” Mr. ford al- Hawk so tight!" she gaspe 1. pardon! That bet- >or crushing his Mr. sleeve. “Oh, I always was pretty strong! In college I rowed and since then I've gone to a gym ar nd She had pounced upon his forearm and found it hard ly malleable. Her soft fingers madenoimpression uponit, and Mr. Hawks- ford was visited by an unaccustomed thrill at the new respect in her voice—respect which had a yolk of admiration in it. hat’s wonderful! Why, you could do anything! Do you?” Mr. Hawksford laughed. *“Not much now. I’m too busy. All I do is to exercise in the gym and swim a bit. I guess I swim fairly well.” “I wish I could,” said regretfully. “Can't you?” ““Not at all—not a trying to learn for years, seem to get it.” ‘It’s the easies go at it right. I lessons.” “I defy gayly. Mr. Hawksford didn’t smile. “You take a bathing suit club and tell me what aftern« spare and * x I thought Hawksford looked sury risedly at his she I’ve been but I just don’t stroke. t thing in the world if you could teach you in ten you to,” she challenged him out to the ons you can you were so frightfully bus » the time for so I don't now and ” “Er I probably can’t take a regular vacation this summer, mind taking an afternoon off then—-and I'd like to balance things. “Well, see if you can teach me as much in one lesson as I will you. Ready?” Impatient,” said Mr. Hawksford. It was in August that Doctor Temple worried himself into bed and stayed there for ten of the sultriest days of the long summer. Mr. Hawksford finally button- holed the attending physician and de- manded a full an d explicit diagnosis. “That man,” said the physician, “is in the state of mind of a good many children. Not that he’s in his second childhood by any means, but he’s got the same difficul- ties some children have. His mental re- sources have to be st imulated before he can draw on ‘em. He thinks he’s come to the end of his rope; he can’t think up anything else to do. He's gone dry on that genealog- ical truck ef his and he’s written himself out on theology. If he doesn't get an in- spiration pretty soon he'll start to crumble. And, by the way, you knocked the only prop he had clear out from under him yourself.” “I did?” “You certainly did. He was wondering whether he'd begin to write a book about the human soul and he says you spoiled it.”’ Mr. Hawksford reflected diligently. “I don’t seem to recall—oh, yes, I do too! He asked me if I had any theories about the soul. I said that a man reminded me of a retail grocery store, spick-and-span and shining inside, with neat little pack- ages for everybody to look at; but you never know what sort of store it really is until you go out in back where nobody’s supposed to go. And maybe it’s just as spick-and-span back there as it was in front; but pretty often it’sa glory hole cov- ered with half an inch of dirt and looking like a pigpen. So I said I couldn't see any use in be ve with theory, because you can’t ever get a man to take you out in the back room of hi 1S soul's groce ry store. It’s not theory that’s wanted—it's example. If the grocer doesn’t want to clean up you can't preach him into it. You've got to show him the practical value. And it’s the same with souls. Preaching doesn’t work these days. Books on theology don’t either. We don’t want any more theory—we want examples. If you don’t believe me, look at the churches.” “I've looked,” said the physician. ‘Well, you squelched him anyway. He told me he couldn't go ahead with it. He said you'd made him so self-conscious about his own soul that he didn’t have the heart to write about anybody else’s. What he’s going to do I don’t know, but I do know this— somebody’s got to find a job for him or he’s going all to pieces by next winter. And as long as you've killed his one poor little budding thought I rather think it’s up to you to find him another one.” “So do I,” said Mr. Hawksford. “ But, good Lord, I can’t think of anything!” December 6,1919 It may have been Mr. Hawksford’s in- terest in this subject or it may have been his abrupt improvement in certain outward aspects or it may have been both combined which was bringing Barbara a little closer to him and a little closer to him as August advanced. Heretofore he had been rather c temptuous of men who cared for personal appearance; now with the symphony in blue and white advancing before him as a model he was discovering that pride is effective in two directions. And though the barber is rarely associated with roman¢ it is certain that Mr. Hawksford’s barber mn- was furthering his cause and that the singeing of the acon was nothing less than a stroke of genius. Properly dressed and properly trimmed, Mr. Hawksford ceased to parade a neutral plainness. He was still far from handsome, but he was infinitely more interesting. The world had a chance to observe that his forehea d was high and well shaped and that his eyes after the removal of some of their prote = tive ambush—were reaily fine and clear and convincing. He was suggestive of his own age instead of ten years more, and when he was animated his expression —to some people—was fascinating. But of all Barbara’s friends he alone was seriously concerned about her father’s odd predicament. He brought books; he brought complicated problems in all sub- jects from chess to Christian ethics; he sat by the doctor’s bedside and chatted f hours. It was sheer altruism, and whether or not it sustained the doctor it had its effect on Barbara. “Anything new?” hopefully “Not a sign,” Mr. reply, downcast. “I was up to write a town history. she would ask him Hawksford would trying to stir him “Why, that sounds like it! What did he say?” “Said the history of strangers didn’t ot in an idea about Ther interest him. I si a church history. “But he’s done that already.” “TI didn’t know it. Well, what are we going to do with him?” “I wish I knew,” she said, very subdued. “T wish I knew. It used to seem perfectly awful to have to work with him on those old books of his and go to those meeting It was—oh, you couldn’t even imagine how awful it was, or the fun I had to miss and the bores I had to listen to! But if he'd just start another one somehow, I'd be will- ing to give up e sverything! I've been a piz to hi im—a pig! “Yet you've had the only decent sum- mer you've ever had, and you’ ve earned it and you needed it. This is the first time you've ever been truly young, isn’t it?”’ ‘That doesn’t matter.”” She reached out to touch his hand. “You know what I mean.” Mr. Hawksford apparently did. “T never expected to enjoy any summer so much, Barbara.” “Nor I either.” “Tt’s all your doi ng too.’ “Not all. I did in't do spthing tout teach you a few simple steps.’ ‘But they let me step into a new sort of life, Barbara. New friends, new parties everything.” “You've done your own share and more too. Don’t forget that.” *“Nonsense,”” said Mr. Hawksford, dening. ‘ red- “You took to it like a duck.” They were interrupted on this particular occasion by the same young symphony in dark blue and white who had lately been assuming—in Mr. Hawksford’s mind—a sinister character, and the tension was es- pecially great because the symphony hap pened to be a first-year student in the law school. 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me 106 (Conctuded from Page 102 would have bought a carload of the kind of car that Mr. Hawksford drove “Hello, Bab!” said the symphony cheer- fully. “Good evening, Mr. Hawksford.” Mr. Hawksford managed to achieve a salutation, but it hurt him. He would have preferred the lists and the survival of the fittest “Hello, Bob,” said Barbara with too much welcome Mr. Hawksford reflected grimly that Bab and Bob were names which blended mechanically. His own Christian name was Edwin; no one of his closest friends had ever called him anything but Edwin; and at the moment he was willing to believe that his name might as well be Lucifer for all that anyone cared. “Going to the water carnival a week from Saturday?” Vhy, if father’s well enough.” “Coming with me?” His smile was a harpoon in Mr. Hawks- ford’s gizzard, and he opened his mouth to interrupt. Too late! “Why, thank you ever so much, Bob, I'd love to.” The symphony lingered but briefly. After he had gone Mr. Hawksford swung toward Barbara. ‘That wasn't fair!” he said, and his tone showed something of his vast dis- appointment and chagrin. ‘What wasn’t?” ‘To accept an invitation offhand like that before you'd turned me down.” She looked at him under arched eye- Drows “I'm sorry if you're disappointed, but Bob and I’ve known each other ever since we were children and I've always played round a lot with him, and—and if you w anted me to go with you why didn’t you ask me?’ His ceitisddien was founded on logic, but he reserved the privilege of being unrea- sonable in his private affairs. “You knew I intended to,” he said sternly. “‘Of course you knew.’ “No, I didn’t. How could I?” “You knew,” he persisted, and now his subconscious self was coming out to in- quire of him why he should injure his own cause by growing ey It was an emotion exactly contrary to what he knew he ought to display. ‘“ You knew, and you let some- body else walk right over me and 1 didn’t let him— you did.” ‘It's the same thing. I was looking for- ward to taking you to that carnival. I've had it in mind ever since it was announced 1 don’t think it was nice of you at all to And |," said Barbara with much dig- nity, “don't think it’s very nice of you to mention it, even if you don't.” Mr. Hawksford rose and endeavored to mile “Well, we won't quarrel about it.” Barbara leaped to her feet ‘Yes, we will too!"’ she flared. “I don’t think you're behaving well at all! You haven't any right to talk to me like that! Just because you're twice as old as I am, that doesn't mean ‘ ‘I'm not anywhere nearly twice as old as you are,” snapped Mr. Hawksford. “I'm eleven years older, since you had your birthday. You're not going to claim you're only eleven, are you?” That isn’t the point anyway. You said op ‘You might be a little more accurate without hurting anything though.” *‘Accurate!"’ she cried with intense scorn. rhat’s all you think about— accuracy! It doesn't make any difference to you whether you've hurt my feelings or not—all you think about is your old accuracy! I'd be pretty much ashamed of myself if 1 were you he ‘That,” said Mr. Hawksford, quivering, sounds very strange coming from a gene- alogist. You're supposed to have a reputa- tion for accuracy yourself.” Barbara froze in place. She looked at Mr. Hawksford out of blue eyes which were like the shadow of Arctic ice “Now,” said Barbara quite simply, “I do hate you.” Mr. Hawksford had delivered many a lecture on the value of court strategy, but he was a rank amateur in the strategy of courting. His face fell and he picked up his hat. He would have been the most dazed and mystified man in the world if he could have been granted a flash of pure intuition at that moment and known that after a few seconds of preliminary he could have kissed THE SATURDAY her outright and settled matters infinitely beyond the date of the water carnival. But he followed the bachelor’s instinct and took a wrathful maiden at her word, which was the worst thing he could possibly have done. “I'd better gothen, Barbara.”’ He looked for a reprieve and took her silence as an indication that she was incapable of giving one. “If that’s the case, perhaps I'd bet- ter go.” “Just as you like,” said Barbara indif- ferently. “It rests entirely with you.” Mr. Hawksford bowed stiffly from the waist and put on his hat and went down the steps of the veranda, down the walk and climbed into his car. If he had glanced back he would have gained no hope. If he had come back—but Mr. Hawksford was an average man in circumstances like these. He hadn’t the faintest conception of the fact that this unhappy scene was bringing them unavoidably together. He thought it was the end of a friendship. He stayed away from Barbara's house for exactly twenty-four hours; and it does credit to his character that he sank his own inhibitions and risked the chance of Barbara's thinking that he was crawling back to heel, in order to make his cus- tomary visit upon her father. It was a difficult visit, but Mr. Hawksford was thinking not of his own troubles but of Doctor Temple’s, and the doctor had no suspicion that anything was wrong. “I do hope I’m going to be up for the September meeting of the Pilgrim Associa- tion,” said the doctor plaintively. , haven't missed one in fifteen years. I wish you were eligible for that association, Hawksford. It’s one of the most durable satisfactions I have. And the people in it—they’re exactly our kind. They've got brains and personality.” “* Maybe I am eligible,” said Mr. Hawks- ford cheerfully. “ But if 1 am I don’t know it. I don’t so much as know my grand- mother’s maiden name. “ “Don’t you care?”’ “Not a great deal.’ “Don't you care on your ancestors were ja “No more than they probably worried themselves about me—or yours about you.” Doctor Temple sighed profoundly. “You're a hard man to understand sometimes.” “Possibly because I’m so transparent, doctor.” “‘No, for a man with as gentle a nature as yours you have a very bad habit of treading on people's toes. I don’t believe you even know when you do it. I'm sure you don’t. But you do it just the same Barbara says so too.” “Oh, she does, does she? “You've evidently said something re- cently that’s hurt her a good deal worse than your scorn of my— my principal pleas- ure—just hurt me.” “Oh, that’s too bad! I didn’t know I'd offended you, doctor.” “That's exactly what I said.” “And as far as offending Barbara — ‘Listen to me, my son.”” The doctor sat up straighter. “I've known my daughter fairly well for nineteen years now. In the last half dozen she hasn't to my knowledge cried more than three times. She cried yesterday after you went away. I suppose she'd disown me if she knew I told you. The hardest thing in the world for a man of your intellectual capacity and your temperament is to make a good apology. You haven't actually apologized to me yet, though I know you think you have. It’s there in your own mind, but you don’t get it out. I sense it, because I’m aman. But if you value Barbara’s good opinion I'd advise you to see her as soon as you can conveniently and get it over with.” Mr. Hawksford was crimson. “T'll throw your words right back in your teeth, doctor. If I offended you I apologize.” “You're forgiven long ago.” “And 1 do thank you very much for being so good a friend as to tell me that. I'll see Barbara.” “I've always believed,” said the doctor gently, “that her good opinion is very well worth while.” “So have I.” EVENING POST His tone caught the doctor’s imagina- tion, and he gazed steadily, inquiringly at Mr. Hawksford until the younger man dropped his eyes. ‘Is it as important as that to you? “It’s everything,” said Mr. Hawksford under his breath. The doctor gazed long and searchingly at him and finally with a faint smile, which was meant in benediction and not in humor, lifted his hand in a gesture which was familiar and consoling and required no words to accompany it; after which there was silence between them until Mr. Hawks- ford felt that it was time for him to go. It distressed him beyond measure that a telegram summoned him out of town that night for consultation, and he was complex enough to argue that Barbara would indict him for the necessity of going before he had made peace with her. But courage returned to him when he recognized the feasibility of writing her a letter. He knew that he expressed himself more readily with a pen than with his tongue, and the few hundred miles between Barbara and himself pro- vided an excuse which would hardly have been valid while they were in the same town. Furthermore he was compelled to admit that the seventh draft of his letter was better than the first. It was dignified and it contained a very handsome apology, but two-thirds of it went to explain the urgency of the consultation. This—if he had only known it—-was quite as significant as the apology itself. In response he got a brief note of pardon, not too ad and not too lenient to provide any basis for conceit. He could conjure up no excuse for a second letter to Barbara, so that he wrote to the doctor instead; and when the doctor had read it he smiled very quietly to himself and transferred the mes- sage to its real addressee. In the course of the week the doctor had two more of these illuminating documents. The final post- script said that Mr. Hakwsford would return home on the train arriving at eight-five. Mr. Hawksford knew that Barbara craved to attend the water carnival, and yet didn’t like to leave her father unattended. He himself was not the least interested in the carnival; please tell Barbara to go right ahead and Mr. Hawksford would be at the house by eight-thirty prepared to spend the evening with the doctor. On Saturday night the gifted pedagogue was five good minutes ahead of his schedule. He was admitted by the doctor’s house- keeper, who preceded him, not upstairs but to the library. Astonished and relieved, he entered to find the venerable clergyman seated at the sacred desk. Doctor Temple's color was better, his eyes were brighter and he displayed more animation than Mr. Hawksford could remember. “Well, this is mighty neighborly of you, my boy!” ‘Doctor, you’re looking great! What's happened?” The clergyman chuckled in triumph. ‘I told you I'd be up for that meeting. It doesn’t come for eight or nine days either. Sit down, sit down, won’t you? A good trip?” “Fine, thank you.” “‘T appreciated your writing me.” “Oh, that was nothing. What’s all this? Getting to work on something?” ‘Oh, no, no! Association matters.” The doctor put on an expression of guileless appeal. ‘‘My boy, | do wish you'd tell me ill you know about your family. I've set my heart on having you a member of that association. It means more to me than a young man like you can realize. And we need some younger members, too, to keep the interest alive. At least let me hunt back a little and see if there’s any use in trying to qualify you. “Well, I'm here to entertain you, doctor, and if that’s what you want you can have it. I can tell you all I know in about four sentences.” ‘Please do,” said the clergyman, squar- ing away with a very fat fountain pen. He had apparently pumped Mr. Hawks- ford dry and he was leisurely assorting his notes when Mr. Hawksford, chancing to look out of the window, saw a well- remembered figure in the dusk of the lawn. December 6, 19/9 Mr. Hawksford’s chin went up in an instant. “Why, isn’t that Barbara out there?” “‘T shouldn’t wonder,”’ said Doctor Tem- ple serenely. “‘Isn’t her—isn’t she awfully late in get- ting started?” “Why,” said Doctor Temple without stress, “‘I think she decided she didn’t care to go. It wouldn’t disturb me in the slightest if you went out to say good eve- ning to her, Edwin. I want to sort these notes anyway.” The doctor spoke to a man who was already on his way. Then slowly he rose and went over to the window. He was suffused with guilt, but this particular species of guilt was a strong tonic to him, and he absolved himself, because he couldn't hear their voices. Mr. Hawksford went boldly over the lawn. Barbara, wearing the same pink- flowered organdie gown she had worn at the association meeting, with its same wide sash and seductive big bow, turned sharply at his footsteps. **Why—why—when did you get here? Mr. Hawksford would have been simi- larly unconscious of publicity if they had stood in the middle of Main Street instead of in the protection of the bridal wreath. ““Why aren't you at that carnival?” “II changed my mind. I suppose I’ve a right to change my mind if I want to, haven't 1?” Mr. Hawksford went a step nearer. “Why did you change it, Barbara?” She retreated as far as the hedges would pe rmit and that was a little over a foot. ‘ Because ‘Because what?”’ “Just because.” Mr. Hawksford reached out uncertainly and captured one of her hands. In the library window Doctor Temple caught his breath. ““Did you know I was coming to-night?” ‘“‘F-father told me how kind you were to offer a “You didn’t stay home on my account, did you?”’ He captured the other hand and there was nowhere for her to retreat. She looked up at him and her eyes were very wide and terrified, but far from ter- rifying Mr. Hawksford. ‘‘Did you? An- swer me.” “*T—won’t!” said Barbara. “You will too! I want you to tell me why you stayed?” “Well —why, do you think?” Mr. Hawksford delayed—as all right- minded men delay in similar crises—only long enough for the precious moment to engrave itself on his reason. “*Tdon’tthink— I know,” said Mr. Hawks- ford in a tone which almost alarmed him by its mastery of the situation. And even if Barbara had tried to resist the sweeping power of his arms, even if she had attempted to struggle free from those flexed muscles, even if she had endeavored to escape his lips hunting for hers she would have been powerless. But she didn’t. And as Doctor Temple at the library window saw his daughter’s pink organdie crushed and rendered useless for society, un- til the laundress had taken a hot iron to it, by the imperious eagerness of Mr. Hawks- ford he suddenly choked a little and turned away. And then with an extraordinarily cheerful smile he sat down at the sacred desk again and began to get his notes in order. ” On the station platform Mr. Hawksford was delivering baggage checks to the proper official when Doctor Temple’s physician hailed him blithely. “Hello, there, Hawksford! Just back? How are you anyway—and how’s Mrs. Hawksford?”’ No one could possibly have thought the lawyer plain in any feature as he smiled. “Just back. Oh, Bab’s fine, thank you! How’s the doctor?” “Bully!” said the medical man with enthusiasm. ‘I was up there this after- noon. Haven't seen him so fit in ten years. And say, when you see what he’s doing don’t laugh! It hurts his feelings, and be- sides you might be an ancestor yourself some day. He's got one Pilgrim ancestor for you, but he says so many of your lines are so hard to trace he’s got a life job ahea: of him. But he says your children ve got to havea comple te genealogical record. Yes, the doctor’s in wonderful shape. You gave him the big idea after all, didn’t you l told you what he needed, Hawksfor.i Wasn’t I right? Wasn’t I right?” | | ae eae

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108 Charity stood and looked down at the grieving figure through half-closed, specu- lative eyes. She could forgive the guilty Bickley Ryker. Pride had helped her to that; but the innocent Dorothy— that was a different matter. This girl was the ex- treme type of all that Charity was in arms against. Since childhood she had personi- fied all that Charity had been taught to challenge. Her unconscious condescension, her persistent, unruffled courtesy, which eemed so natural and spontaneous but was in reality the result of generations of training, had become by degrees almost in- ipportable to Charity. Her proud dignity had been perceived by Charity to be the result of general admission of her superi- ority When the te was it proved? cont st of that superiority came, Charity had been inwardly mptuous. The girl had borne her grief well but so had millions of others borne imilar griefs. She nursed, and did all that nursing implied, but volunteer aid nurses were on duty only three half days a week, the convalescing officers who were sent to this hospital were a picked lot, and to Charity it was all rather an elegant social game than a sacrifice Charity had seen rough service in France, had been slightly wounded, had come home to real work, indispensable, filling a gap; and vaguely, but eagerly, she had hoped for a change. She had unconsciously ex pected to find the comradeship of France, the frank, unconscious equality, a hand clasp from Dorothy as warm and genial as from the village dwellers. The handclasp had been warm and kindly, but the hand had been stretched down from above; there was always the invisible barrier. Their work threw them much together, but the barrier was never lifted Charity was inwardly bitter. Her talk with Bickley Ryker showed that. But she was too busy, too wholesomely exhilarated by hard work well done, and too cheerful hearted, to sulk or brood. But at moments resentment flamed, This was such a mo- ment She looked down on the weeping Dorothy with a cold antagonism. This footling girl played at nursing, played at estate man- igement, was always immaculate, and yet fancied herself a real worker. With her nice clean pinny on, and the red cross on which precisely suited her com- plexion, she had won Charity’s man and then flung him away with an atrocious in ult, an insult not alone personal to himself mut to the whole British Army. Bickley Ryker was a cold-blooded cad, but he had heen no coward when he had shaken this her breast, girl. Charity hoped that he had done it well and thoroughly It was just as she thought this that Dorothy sat up with a jerk. She saw through streaming, swollen eyes who was beside her. She caught Charity’s hands in both hers and pressed them to her burning ‘ hee k “Charity,” she mumbled with a sob. In an instant Charity had knelt. One arm was about Dorothy, the other pressed Dorothy's head close to her breast. ‘There, there,” crooned, and rocked a little to and fro, and caressed the hot cheek as a mother would a baby’s. The she she sobs became sighs as the head nestled against the cowman’s smock, “He understands,"’ Charity murmured, “He has heard all about it of course. He met me on the doorstep and said he had hoped you wouldn't remember him, but you had, and had thought of them all to- gether that day He's a thorough gentle- man for all he’s a common soldier.” Dorothy sat up and looked at her, but Charity, ashamed that had planted that last dart, contrived to appear innocent. Charity laughed “T saw waffles in France,” she said, “ They are rather decent crisscrossed cakes that Yankees wolf up. Your cheek is a waffle from the smocking. Buck up, now. Come in the kitchen and we'll douse your head.”’ Dorothy smiled weakly. Then she flung her arms round Charity’s neck and kissed her. There were tears in Charity’s eyes as she supported Dorothy to the kitchen, she vir M EANWHILE, Roger was lying on a hillside under the shade of a lonely How helpless she was, rer proud bearing; he was and yew tree thinking, for all } THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE GIRL ON THE HILLTOP (Continued from Page 27) how utterly alone. What courage, what gallant bravery! No Wonder that she had broken down at last, when that scene in the park had been so sharply recalled to her. She was worn out. Her responsibilities were too heavy. Would frankness help her? Should he go to her and declare himself? What comfort could he give? What sym- pathy would she accept from him? None, of course; he would be to her a cruel in- truder. He must stand by—that was all; just stand by and do what he could. But what could that end in? He raised himself and looked down at the park wall, at the fields stretching far away, at the blue water of the distant Channel; and for all the wide free space he felt him- self imprisoned. The walls were intangible, but substantial for all that. He thought of Poe's story of the walls that noiselessly closed little by little each hour; so did these traditions and customs that bound these strange English seem to grasp and clasp him ever the more strongly. These solemn people, these schoolmasters and villagers and everybody, who seemed to know exactly how an heir ought to feel and think and do; who marked out his path for him and were so calmly sure that he would follow it without a kick; that farmer who had said, and seriously too—oh, this was not a joking nation—‘‘ We'll break un in, be he never so headstrong a colt.” Were they right in these things that they uttered in their stolid way? He lay back and stared up at the flocculent clouds. There was one unwritten law in the United States, he thought, and everybody could understand that. It meant a snap judg- ment and a quick trigger finger. Strangely enough, over here they had unwritten laws for everything but that, And how could a stranger know them, or understand how binding they were, or which was the real thing and which only the chatter of vil- lagers? You perceive the drift of all this per- turbed jumble of protesting reflection; and in the end he asked himself the question straight out. Was it up to him to marry Dorothy? Everybody said so. Had any- body said so to her? Was she thinking about it? These things w were more practi- cally handled in this country, he under- stood, than they were in the States. There was nearly always a managing mother in the background, he recalled. In the older stories he had read, now that he thought them over, the daughters had not seemed to know what was going on and had danced into love without realizing that they were marionettes moved by unseen wires. In the newer yarns— some that he had read in hospitals —the girls had not been so bat- eyed and had played up to every move or had done it all for themselves. Dorothy had nobody to work her oracle. Would she work it for herself? Would she expect the heir to propose? If he could get an answer to that question, that settled it; there was nothing for it but to propose. There was no other way of making things right for her. The duchess? He remembered that he was to be shown over his own house the next day by the duchess. She would know all the confounded traditions and customs and regulations of this hidebound country. She would have at her finger ends the code of etiquette for miserable heirs who came from foreign lands and had to take over unwelcome estate. His lips twitched in a smile as he thought of the singular nature of his reflection. It was not himself, it was the estate, which was the bridegroom, he thought, and so he was free to take any viewpoint, to examine from any angle, without vanity, without feeling, like an outsider, and with no want of respect for Dorothy. The property was here. It could not be shifted across the water. He could not, it seemed, pry him- self loose from it. He must take it, subject to all its leases and covenants and contracts and easements and foreshore rights and rights of common and estover and all the rest of the legal lingo, and also with all its ghosts, if there were any, and immemorial —, and shadowy customs, and unwritten aws. If Dorothy was a scheduled heirloom which went with the estate, all right. He checked on this, suddenly grave. Was she still crying? Had Charity com- forted her? Why had Charity taken it so lightly? Charity was as kind as the sun. You felt better when she came into the room. She was a real girl, a real worker. “Well, soldier, having a siesta?” Roger no more than opened his eyes. They saw only new chamois leather gloves, staring bright, unnatural things on a pair of hands in that country field. “Yes,” he murmured, and drooped his lids. He had no doubt but that these gloves incased the lily fingers of the spy with the field glasses, but curiosity in that direction was for the moment dead. He was wrought up, though he did not know that, and he was now profoundly serious in considering the grave decision to which he had been inexorably forced. This interruption was intensely distasteful, even though it came, as accent showed, from a fellow country- man. Roger was doubly prejudiced against the interrupter. He was ashamed to know that an American had furtively watched a girl through glasses. She a spy? That pretty dolled-up girl up there on the hill- top? Ridiculous! Even if she was, those glasses were much too large and glaring. It was like shooting a bird of paradise with a seventy-five millimeter. The wearer of the gloves flung himself down on the ground. “Perhaps you don’t know what siesta means,” he said with a nervous laugh meant to be affable. Roger sensed a note of timidity in the utterance. He depressed his chin slightly to indicate that he did know. He had never learned the blunt English way of driving off intruders. He could not have emulated that icy manner if he would. “‘Name, Starlow; from Sheffield. Over- worked. Vacation in this dead section.” Roger’s languid interest was roused by this obvious lie. No Englishman intro- duces himself in that direct way. An Englishman would be “taking a holiday in this quiet part.”” But he only depressed his chin once more. “Have a cigar? Mr. Starlow. “No, thanks.” The stranger took one from a large case, thereby furnishing further proof of nation- ality; for an Englishman rarely smokes cigars in the open. He bit off the end: still further proof. He carefully removed a glove to search for matches. Roger yawned and raised himself that he might the better examine that extraordinary hand. It was covered by milk-white skin, as fine and soft as that of a tiny baby.. The veins beneath were so conspicuous that they suggested the blue delta of some wide-branching river. The nails were as old as the veins, but delicately trimmed and faintly yel- lowed like old ivory. “Shell shock?” the American asked as he scratched a match on the sole of his boot. “No.” “TI didn’t know but you'd been shocked dumb.” Roger shook his head and raised his eyes to see if the face confirmed the hands, which could belong to only one kind of man—a gambler. He saw a good-looking man of thirty perhaps, with a clear, whole- some skin, reddish hair and evasive blue eyes, which turned away from his scrutiny. “Discharged?” Roger asked. “Exempt. Necessary industry.” “British subject?” The man turned almost frightened eyes on him, then glanced away. ‘‘ Yes—no,” he stammered. ‘Been in this country some time though. Neat village, this.” He puffed out smoke, which rose straight in the still air. “Very pretty,’ Roger agreed. “Nice view; clear to the horizon.” There is one amphibious word in the English language. Ac sea its accent is on the first syllable. It had just been so pro- nounced. Roger glanced up. A ship's officer? With those milk-white hands? Impossible. He saw the glove replaced with caressing pressures, such as a lady might employ; yet the man was no dandy. Well set up, he wore a neat tweed suit and fairly stout, well-made shoes; and both were of obvious American make. “The war has rubbed all the moss off you,”’ the stranger ventured with a glance of calculated approval “Was it on?” Roger asked, smiling. “Bound to be if you were brought up in this little place. It wasn’t your fault. How does it feel to come back?” ” said the pertinacious December 6, 1919 “Very restful.” “Yes, it’s all that and more. Know everybody round, I s’pose? Notice any changes?” “A farm,” hands since the war, wheat and less pasture.” The questioner grinned at the recital of these mighty alterations, and proceeded on the path which was obviously to lead to the girl on the hilltop. “They say there’s a lot of strangers tucked away here somehow.” “Some, besides yourself.” “Others get broke up as well as me, I s’pose. I heard it was moss grown and so I said ‘That's my place.’ I had to hustle to get in. I favored that Lebanon farm on the hilltop, but they had just rented out the rooms—to some young lady, they said.” He looked with hopeful interest for the result of this cunning lead, but Roger only stared at a flying cuckoo which he thought was a hawk. “Don’t happen to know her perhaps?” Mr. Starlow turned his still hopeful eyes on the object of this subtle query. Roger yawned and rose lazily. “T thought ’’—the persistent man got up too—“‘she mightn’t be staying long and I coul 1 get the rooms.” “Go and ask,”’ was the curt rejoinder. He caught a quick, indignant frown and saw more sparks in those blue eyes than he had thought could be flashed from their amiable depths, but an obtuse amiability quickly masked the outbreak. has changed more said Roger dryly, “ and there’s “TI didn’t exactly like to butt in,”’ Mr. Starlow explained. ““You seem to like it sometimes,”’ Roger answered with a curt nod, and he strode off across the field, leaving a flushed and angry man staring after him. **He’s learned to be a detective in a cor- respondence school,’ Roger said to himself, and he headed straight for the hilltop. But as he walked—too fast, in his vexation, for those outraged lungs—he thought of a better plan than to tell the girl that she was being watched through glasses. He grinned and looked down toward the chimney of Ted Howarth’s cottage. But he kept on his straight way through the farmyard and came down by the lane to the side of the garden. She was there’ beneath the Lebanon as gorgeously decorative as before, sitting motionless, looking down over the valley, her hands folded in her lap, and never a book near—looking, just looking. His hand lingered on the gate latch as he wondered why he was here, what he was going to say and what excuse he would give. She repelled him as before by her cold iso- lation; she attracted him as before as the one beautiful thing in a drab world of work- ers. His curiosity was sharpened by the discovery that she was under the eye of an American watcher, a bungling amateur, too crude to be an official. A clock in the house struck five. The girl nodded at each stroke and then burst into a peal of silver laughter, unrestrained, infectious. Roger opened the gate; she was just a girl after all. She turned her head and the laugh fell to gurgles and the gurgles to a chuckle and the chuckle ended in a smile. “IT have come tothe right place after all,” she called out gayly as he approached. “I laugh every time the clock strikes.’ He was taken aback by the frie sndly in- timac y of this offhand greeting. i“ il go and set it an hour ahead right now,’’ he said as he stretched his arms along the low branch and looked down at her. Over her cushions to-day was thrown a blue-silk cover, dotted with J Japanese em- broidery of buttertlies, which seemed to have settled there the instant before. “No,” she said. “Once each sixty min- utes is enough.” “But I have only heard it once.” “The clock has a note like a bell,” she answered demurely, glancing up. Her face was alive, just as it had been in that instant the day before in which he had surprised her curious glance, but its expression now was only that of careless friendliness. “TI did not mean the clock.” “Oh, oh—and you don’t even know why I laugh, = “I don’t care as long as you laugh.” This soldier in his worn jacket, carelessly open, was on the edge, perhaps was over Continued on Page 111

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} / " } i Continued from Page e edge, ol rtation, but the girl seemed not much to mind as not to notice. He ! the impression that she would have hared the joke with anybody who came along “What time it? he asked. He glanced at his watch. ‘“‘Why, the clock is an hour slow,” he said. ‘ She nodded, and her dancing eyes were lifted to } “It has not accidentally got ten the habit,”’ she said. “I or ly knew this afternoon. It’s predestined, foreordained. Wi ive an hour behind the world The farmer says it’s unholy and unchristian to cnange ed things. So he has refused to adopt immer time.’”’ Roge was as round and sound as } eerful, and it started hers again, lifting a prot« cried, 4 cows yw they are an hour behind st There they are, on the The small herd of milkers emerged from the belt of larches below, and Farmer Tudd was be- hind then I came in to see what time you got your daily paper,’’ Roger said. She as she answered: “Eve y.”” “Oh, yes”—to } ncredulous look—‘“‘they only take the country Wee kly.” iy I arrange “ : 9” Could you? THE SATURDAY here was no hint, he thought, in the shape - ' a} of her face or in pronounced cheek bone that she had German blood in he But there might be; she might have a pe verted sense of duty: there were useful out n this neighborhood girl g about able only to things to be found But if so, why should an intell attract attention to herself with the fixings that were sui igent by goin t the honey-mooning bride of an oil king’ son? “Oh, hang it!”’ Roger cried aloud He had two girls on his hands already He was appalled to feel a sense of responsi bility for a third. Yet feel it he did. She came from God's country; so did he He stepped out of the larches in time to see a dim i dow. figure di tppear an open win The fellow at it again—well, “Easily. There’s always some- body coming this way every day.” Oh, please do! She smiled and nodded as he stepped back. | Roger swung down the road in VE cheerfu vod and paused for a friendly word with Farmer Tudd. in the road, ’arfa mile away, iid the farmer, jerk- ing a hand crossly toward his cows. “Policeman seed ’em and I says: "Ow can I keep up my edges? I ain't got * And he says: ‘You'll get off light, farmer, only ’arf a crown a’ead, most likely, and o a farmer, all being so That’s it every- Farmers getting rich. And buying meal at forty shillings and being robbed of in- no elp wha ha rich these days? wheres me the sacl , farmer. But you’ve well.” with the poultry to the wife.’ He plodde d Roger glanced back at him, then up the hill. He of white agai Lebanon. on could see a spot blue under the n sudder aid softly to himself: ** She ican.” He walked slowly beneath the larche isking how he knew this Ashe had read Poe over again be hind the trenches he had gained a hint that had led him in the trenche EVENING POST “Then come to my house at ten o’ to-r ght n pa ide dre with you ‘ Roger said, and he turned awa re wheel e latte expiaine 2 it nigt \ 1 set he it when he come in and straw’s rationed and I ain’t got none to bed him down in the stable In the end Roger openly stole a truss of straw from Charity’s cherished store at the Home Farm and >was pron ed the trap He wa IT} d to find Charity bend ing over the table in her sitting roon ‘There,”’ she cried, “I've finished the last one she | ed the gum on the er velope with a tongue as red as that of a wholesome dog: one of Nature’s most con- vincing banners of health. She snatched to spend hours in t ing links in trains of thought and in piecing together those appare ntly discor ‘Law is Law,'’' Said Roger Sententiousiy “Ignorance is No Excuse Will You Come nected, flitting reflections that war Me Now to the Police at Castlechepe?"” der like vagrants through the mind. He caught it at length. The farmer had it was his last hour with his glasse The ip a dozen lette | " re peated her words about the cows, but vere going where tne} ‘d mor nignt had e! ! } he had ind-the herd in the road—she dangerous things than a girl under a Leb he al ¢ he ished had see hem on it. Americans walk anon tree Roger went on with eves fixed ( t en f on the road ro oceans on a steamer; on the window, body appeared there eran or We English pec e travel in a steamer and He met Ted rth in the roa They the ! ‘ j walk in a id; a preposition proved the had fraternized for ten minutes the night — bolted | ‘ ‘ girl Americar Was tl other proof? before. In different battalions in different You ta I 1 we Roger fished in memory for her sentences. place t tne ime experience » the br ed Ah; the clock had not ‘accidentally gotter were frier with a word. Howa ‘ Iam.” ¢ ed. “It« a habit. That was decisive. ““Gotten”’ quarryma on, a giant olf twer of Me y tw as a past participle is as dead in England as with a hand like a steam hammer and weal is be *nutten”’ n both countries. eyes ol atery gray H fourteer Roe ’ bec She’s e me,” Roger said to himself. leave ex ‘ next nm ning eem ‘ ““Sne been amor g the 4 ish so long that Ott -night, mate wa e } ' ( only kept the little American ¢ xpres- eth lo-! t. lor ; “Three miles to train?” =a a ru M furl He was depressed by his new knov ige. i ber yr f Forgotten ce ures and antagonisms of “And your kit weighs sever y~ you ¢ ea vesterdayv were revived. Her slip; ind pound { I eve silk stockings to-day were mouse-colored. The | idier looked at Roger th lo Her white dre in its costly sim e! h I'd got it too. I’m fed up.” ( f seemed all right in his eyes, but I'm lu * Roger admitted No il ‘ maculate ind no dress ‘fe r working. rhe dier no had had ! ! of four fi ( r ‘ ! unpleasant suggestions of alavish and wan- pretended that he wanted t » ba ‘ ton prodigality came to him. She ‘What's a pair of good glasses worth « was alert, cleve how had he ever doubted there ‘ i f that? Her laughter was honest and inno- “Fifteen Bradbury’ or more.” cer Or 1 cynie or a fool could think “Righto. I'll hire a trap and drive 1 } that she sold lf for this glittering stuff in and you shall have a pair of es to E M I that made a s farm room look like the — sell over there He explained about ar den of a burglar’s fence. alien snooping about and what he thou 0 C} ‘ nec But she in American girl under the ought to be done. P ' , . secret é ince ol ai America ‘I’n ! H arth said 1 " With go to hope eyes ee ? nad 1a she ra giad | } Rath thoug! us pret Het I} door “] H Ro not be yund f f «ij R hat t é ‘ il ‘ trenched that t uid I hate it,”’ Charity said he looked as if she were goi! m. He wished that she e tha tne I ) the | nha mpa Cc} ia heap n ‘ ful irned arte eyt | t had me to e and te ‘ t irious | it} j ne i i | , ‘ ‘ ‘ ( t I to the i i? I i ten he zz ‘ ‘ ‘ linner ind port re t Wot puta bu b pendulum He i H fired on the t Roger opened the d ! t examining the bra I i Vu i rhe hole I id He wha ) pre led accidentally to} I t Line bottom. He picked up ind let them fall in a stream “Well, I never!" Charity ex claimed, running to hit **A hidden | Roge ed dramatically as he eated f eat ! watenhe ! ‘ ‘ b coop handfuls to the table My uncle! he gasped “ My prophetic soul— my uncle! he echoed, grinning at her surpr “Yours, now. I have brought luck I'm awful b ud.”’ How splendid f fom! Oh, I a vhat luck. Ye you broug! it : On!) ! ilf lor he« ' le i “Half you Ye ye | upp © it i i ee - But e st i t t a slip of yellowed paper, Rog frowned. He had not know! thi February &, 1889, five ling he read aloud Ie 1 15, 22, March 1 he #lanc at the bottom of the shee ( he aid, and sne epeated more and ‘ ne 1 It the Yankee’ he ni ed after ar ! Roger muttered a prope [t's rent,” she said. “It ten at the hott here otal re duel he eu | | ! P old ul ‘ Rotten 1 ense! Roge ploded It 1 Por He need rd he 1a little su ‘ W ould ike f lake it?”” he err | pear! D 1 vive eve thing e ¥ rer int to give hit p i ler but he got nave est I ma re lid hea ‘ , i here I lid t e f i i he Hy I iu I ‘ f f f , ‘ DD re it} ” ye i t j 1 | ‘ ) i i ! ee by } I I i hat he | v i | j t Rowe ing up No itte | ‘ l 1d I mifidence Continued on Page 114

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114 (Continued from Page a) “All right,”” he iid deci vely this house this : “Leave plexed “T leave minute ? She looked per- I tell you what the Canadian look fJecause law is about treasure-trove and you ¢ me and talk to me as though I was ad thief And you say there more about, and, of course, I'm not Charity laughed. ‘‘ You are talking like id ‘Now hide that he pointed to the heap on the letters and bolted. d vexation was soothed by ( arity flight He thought her decided retreat the k quick, tactful She left un- indest, most received stranger tribute he had ever j »> more than a with known hoards Hie shoveled the money back though it was somuch coal. Every- touched, he thought, stuck to him like burs in California to sheep. Every- thing went with the estate, it seemed—ex- cept Charity. He wished that it was she, not Dorothy; this was a time for girls who laughed, not girls who cried He rushed at the work waiting for him, was stagge red at the utter confusion and astonished at the magnitude of some figures, especially those covering sales of timber. He worked on and on, forgetting supper, only once permitting an interrup tion, which cost him five minutes. This came from a thought which knocked at his brain until he heard it. It was the conviction that he must expose all the hoards in the house--four of them. His position was too delicate to permit any tricks. If only he had dug down to the bottom of that pile, found that paper and destroyed it, Charity would have taken her share. He jumped up at Ted Howarth’s knock and glanced incredulously at the clock ‘Sit down. I'll be back in a minute.” He handed out cigarettes ‘Strewth,” the soldier said, glancing about the comfortable room. When Roger came back he was still swearing blasphe into he ] k Che au thing he mous oaths. That such rooms existed, that a private soldier lived in them, that he himself had to go back to the Front “Whatever you do,"’ Roger admonished, “don’t stick him.” “IT wish I could answer as the lunged into the air ‘I know I'm in luck,” buttoning his parade tunic talk. Leave that to me. Come along.” It was a cloudy night and so there was only a hint of lingering s ummer twilight. “He may not be a spy,” Roger said, “and he may havea permit. But Lask you why should you be over there in all the muck and aliens with baby hands should be loafing about your village with field glasses?”’ “It's bloody well wrong,” Ted growled. This universal English adjective enriched every sentence. It was still a mystery to Roger why half a nation expressed every thought, feeling, emotion, reflection, idea and vision by one word, and equally mys terious that that coarse but unmeaning word should be reg irded with such fright- ened horror by the other ,- all stick you,”” was the mo- rose bayonet was vi iously Roger soothed, “And don’t The three cottages on the hillside were eparated from the village by fields. That made Roger's plans possible Any dis turbance that might bring a com missioned » meant failure and trou- There was no fear of police- officer on the ble for him wen men. They met at the point beneath the oak tree once in a while one from Castle chepe, one from Minturn but Roger had heard that none had been seen in the vil lage since Abel Barnes had hanged himself nine years before ‘Halt’ Sergeant Hill's voice rang through the night with a fiery menace As prearranged the rifle butt came to the ground with a rattle of steel Then the door no trifling, ready-made thing from Sweden—resounded and shook beneath hammering blows, until flu ng open from within ‘What the hell Mr. Starlow of Sheffield stood pomnting a large army service revolver Roger saluted The soldier presented arms The threatening pistol wavered and was then pointed downward Roger advanced. “I beg your pardon for disturbing you,” he said with stern but [have come to inspect your have, and maintain your esi0on politeness, ermit to preserve prONNe le ld ylasses in THE SATURDAY He had often observed the effect of the tolid, unbendable polite English method. He had also noted the value of semilegal jargon. It supported the power of the law by giving impersonality to the law’s repre- sentative. It transformed the representa- tive into an animated legal paper, without humor, without compassion, impressive, not to be cajoled or tempted or turned aside. ‘Permit?”’ Mr. Starlow sharp, questioning accent. ‘Come in.” ‘Stand here in the open doorway,” Roger ordered, and the soldier's rifle butt clanged on the sill in the spot indicated. Permit?"’ Mr. Starlow said again, lay- ing the pistol gingerly on the bare pine ti ab le, on which stood a lamp burning dully. ‘If you please. “I did not know I had to have one.” Mr. Starlow’s eyes, far from evasive, looked into Roger’s with a challenge and his jaws were snapped shut with power. “You ought to have known. You lived so long in Sheffield, you know.” The eyes drooped for an instant, then shot defiance. “Who are you?” the man uttered in a asked. “Sergeant; military police.” This lie might mean a court-martial, but Roger dared not hesitate. —_ am a citizen of the United States, an ally,”” Mr. Starlow explained with repressed indignation “Law is law,” “Ignorance is no excuse. with me now to the police at Castlechepe? Mr. Starlow stepped back. ‘‘Now—to the police?” He was visibly troubled. “IT don't insist. If you give up glasses a The American turned without a word, climbed a ladderlike flight of stairs, and returned with a fine pair of binoculars. But Roger was still unsatisfied. ‘ Your permit for the pistol?”’ he demanded in an implacable voice. Mr. Starlow’s chin protruded, his eyes narrowed, he looked into Roger's face with flaming pugnacity. He was white now, with unmistakable, fearless anger. After a long exchange of glances he pointed with one of the white fingers which had helped to mislead Roger into thinking him a coward. Roger picked up the weapon. ‘Thank you,” he said courteously. He walked out, followed by his faithful sentinel, who stopped down the road “Education and cheek,”” Howarth mut- tered. ‘Cheek and education.” “Well, what of them?” “If | had ‘em I'd be gassed too, and liv- ing in a bloody palace that pretends to be a cottage, and collecting glasses and pistols as I fancy.” Later, driving in, he an opinion on the American. ‘“‘He took the knock like an Englishman,” he said. “I think so too,” Roger agreed, pleased that his fellow countryman had met defeat with reasonable dignity and utter fearless- ness. ‘I like the glasses. Take two pounds cash for "em?" The soldier was only too pleased. At the station he shook hands silently and got into the train with a muttered oath. It was a horror to go back, but he would fight none the worse because he returned unwillingly. They were running three shifts at the munition works and one had just come off duty. The midnight street was thronged. The wheelwright’s never-curried pony, alarmed by the bustle and the flares, was too dispirited to show it. He had had no oats for months, and cut-up chaff had more than its share of straw. Civilian ponies, like civilian human beings, must take what they could get. At the police station Roger handed over with regret a pair of glasses and a pistol on the barrel of which was stamped: “The property of the United States Government.’ An American at St Dyfrigs didn’ t know he had to have permits for these,"’ Roger explained to the inspector, “‘and he thought he had better send them in till he’s fixed it all up.” The inspector nodded commendation of said Roger sententiously. Will you come ” the was led to express this wise and ope n procedure; but he found that Mr. Starlow was not registered as an alien ‘There's only one alien the re,” he said as he glanced at his records ‘Miss Elliott a ‘I know her!" Roger ‘cried “Let me from? The inspector chuckled =a could tell you how old she is too— but I won't.” He was vety affable. That was bec the sergeant’s Mons ribbon was on see, where does she come ‘ause the EVENING POST tunic. Princes and peasants honored that when sometimes the greatest glory of all passed unnoticed; for few recognized the rarely seen V. C. ribbon. “Mr. Starlow only came yesterday,” Roger expl ained. “T dare say he'll turn up to-morrow. “He should have got permission be- fore he came at all. If his papers are all right “ ‘Yes, you'll look into them of course.” “Of course; and we'll let him off light, seeing that he sent these along.” Roger sang as he drove home, pleased with his busy day. He did not know whether his disposal of the pistol and glasses was due to consideration for himself or for his fellow American. This American was not the kind of man to let the thing drop, so Roger had saved himself, and in doing that had done Starlow a good turn. It would have been unthinkable that he should, without the best of reasons, excite the suspicions of the police against a fellow countryman. Well, it was up to the police now; and there were no glasses to spy on Miss Elliott. He repeated her name sev- eral times in a low voice. He tried several Christian names with it. They all sounded well. At a spot made dark by trees he overtook a shapeless, animated bundle walking heavily along. He pulled up. “Have a lift?” he asked. The beast of burden, heavy kit on back, silently unpacked it into the trap and clambered | in “Leave?” Roger asked. “* Aye.” “Where from?” “Wypers.”” “Live in St. ** Aye.’ “Name?’ “William Jones.” “Not Bill Jones, with the pretty missus and—say —the kid, just two weeks old?” “* Aye.” ‘How long since you've been home? “Michaelmas.” “T say —and you'll have your first look at your first child.’ * Aye.’ “Did y ‘ou te ‘legraph?’ Noa.’ You ought, Bill. thing to eat in the house. me ost ninepence.”’ “Things pretty hot out there?” "aue.” “But looking well though; ‘em on the run? “Aye.” Then there was silence. The pony drew up in front of Jones’ cottage. It was so low that Roger could lash the closed bedroom window with the whip. The curtain moved before Bill had got all his belongings unloaded. The trap light shone on the door. It opened cau- tiously, slowly, one inch. “It’s your husband,” Roger cried eagerly. ‘It’s me,” said the husband deliberately. ““Yes—yes--1 know,” came in a tremu- lous gasp. “ But—but - sill’s shoulder heaved against the door, but a foot within was evidently levered against it. * Bill.” ** Aye, Florrie.’ Dal there’s summat I must know.’ A silence. “Bill, art lousy? A great gust ‘of laughter from Bill, an open door, clasped arms, a smacking of lips. Roger drove away roaring, to return with a loaf of bread, a can of beef and one of apri- cots. The baby, sleeping, was lying on the table. The father stood bending, his mouth wide open, his round face flushed. The mother, wrapped in a blanket, her hair down, turned from the fire she was lighting. “Bill sees as William Louvain is his liv- ing image,"’ she said. She turned shiring eyes from Roger to father and son. “William Louvain? Jolly good name. Which do you call him, Mrs. Jones?” “Louvy, sergeant. But if his father shouldn’t never come back again I'd call him Bill of course.” ‘He'll always be Louvy,” Roger said. He was wrong. The father was killed within a week after his return to the Front. Dyfrigs?” ” She won't have any- ” we're getting x N THE library—now called the com- mandant’s room—at the manor house the Duchess of Cloyne sat at a large table signing forms, reports and letters, most of which bore the initials of the highly paid December 6,1919 professional matron. At another table by the open window Dorothy Lingard, con- sulting requisitions, was measuring out in gills precious old brandy from the cellars. A nurse, tall and dignified, waiting for these supplies, eyed Dorothy with stony contempt. Her look expressed no more than the universal antagonism of the rt yon for the amateur. The two trained and paid nurses at the hospital regarded the volun- teers as an actress regards society girls doing a morning performance for charity. These volunteers had had two years’ experience, by the way, but the professionals never unbent for all that, even to the duchess. That was the way in all the V. A. D. hos- pitals. From the adjoining justice room—so called because in an older day Lingards had i ld summary court tkere—the click of typewriters came and fused with the mur- mur of bees which floated through the open windows. The Persian carpet was stored with the rarer furniture in the conservatory off the dining room, where the hot-water pipes had been kept going to repel damp, until January, when no more fuel was to be obtained. The littered table at which Doro- thy sat was plain pine from the kitchen, but her chair was a genuine Heppelwhite. The soft old pigskin chairs had all gone into her dead mother’s rooms in the second story, now used as smoking and reading rooms. One of the oak bookcases built into the walls held bottles of old wines and brandy and whisky, which Dorothy herself had brought from the cellars and dispensed as needed. As the house at least nominally belonged to her and had been by her ten- dered to the government, she was, notwith- standing her youth, deputy in the absence of the duchess, and also her own cellarman. Every manservant had gone either to war or to national service, and so Dorothy once a week dived into subterranean de pths with a dim lamp and two convalescing officers. Until the month before she had had an electric torch, but now she could get no refills, and must all but feel her way among depleted bins. Sometimes she laughed when her helpers, under her direction, looted a special precious lot. It was all her property by descent, as next of kin, but sacred custom prescribed that it should be left intact until the heir-at-law should have the first chance of taking it over. Sometimes a captain or lieutenant colo- nel who knew about the United States would joke about dry states and victure the heir as coming with a great thirst to find an empty cellar. Dorothy's position was of course known to all her friends and she and they often made a jest of it and ludicrously speculated on what kind of man would turn up and evict her. She retained her humor rigidly for her own circle, however, and kept no cellar books. All these ruby or golden mellowed liquids were a silent, unnoted gift to the British Government. The nurse and the tray gone, Dorothy dashed off a note to Charity. It thanked Charity for her kind sympathy and help the day before, “when I was a bit run down and I crumpled up.” It said that Sergeant Hill had no special interest in the village and no claim to be there. It asked that Charity no longer shelter him. “You will understand,’ “Tt annoys me to run against him. me break down. Dorothy glanced across at the duches as she sealed the envelope, wondering at her grace’s odd freakish fancies for Cana- dians, at the things she put up with from the lower classes, at her deliberate en couragement of the spirit of unrest, at her blind indifference to the breaking down of authority. The duke had actually antici- pated the law about minimum wages for farm laborers. He was paying more than these people knew how to spend properly, ’ Dorot! 1y wrote He saw and more than farming would stand Dorothy honored the duke and loved the duchess, but their acts were incompre- hensible. Kindness, fairness, firmness, perhaps even sternness—her father’s policy; h« knew; it hadalways worked. If war brought unrest on a larger scale, so must it be re- pressed in a larger sterner way. That was what the newspaper which she read hinted That was what her soldier father would have said. He had made only one mistake in dealing with his tenants. and that a trifle: that was when he had brought the police into the humiliating incident of the right of way. She remembered that because this Continued on Page 117

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SA RR, RE ee Continued from Page 114 Sergeant Hill had thrust himself in there. It was odd that this soldier should be con- nected with so many vexatious incidents in her life, and it was time that he was ban- ished. He was due there in a few minutes. She would not even condescend to avoid him. She bent her aristocratic nose to a bow] of damask roses and the scent banished annoying thoughts. Tim Parfitt, stamping by outside the win- dow, smiled because she looked so pretty, and then grinned because of what she was going to say to him and what he was going to answer. Parfitt was an ex-footman who had once with measured tread advanced across the lawn to Charity Turle and told her not to trespass even with her eyes. He was also an ex-sergeant of sappers and he feared neither God, man, the devil, barbed wire nor young ladies. His genuine regard for his former young mistress had once been externally servile, but even then his imitation of her in a tantrum had been the delight of the servants’ hall. Parfitt, two minutes later, was brought into the room by Lady Millicent Barbour, a niece of the duchess, and a nursing sister in the hospital. ‘*Here’s Tim Parfitt,’ she cried. ‘Tim, let me see your leg.” Lady Milly was twenty-two, but looked eventeen. She was small, fairylike in figure, and with the face of a good-natured imp. She danced to a chair. “* Lift it here,” he ordered. Tim planted a large boot on the chair and drew up his trousers leg. “It’s as good as a live one,’ Lady Milly exclaimed; ‘‘and your foot can never go to sleep. That’s a good thing.”” She felt buckles, peered at springs, stepped back and examined the swelling curve of the calf. She turned to the smiling duchess, then looked across at the frowning Dorothy. ‘You would look all right in silk stock- ings,” she said. “‘Tim, do you remember the day you were promoted from buttons to livery?” ““Very well, my lady. in me and I hag You stuck a pin jumped o. You'd stand like a statue now are partly a statue. That’s an- other advantage ‘Isit quiteall right, Parfitt? ’’ the duchess asked with genuine interest. ‘“‘The socket fits? No pain; no friction?” “It’s perfect, Your Grace. I had to have a second operation so’s to get more flap, but that came off all right and now I havea good stump.” “Perform, Tim,” Lady Milly commanded, and she watched him stamp and back and proudly flex his knee and all but pirouette. Aunt and niece applauded. ‘* You should go in for the Russian ballet,”” the duchess said, smiling “No one,” cried little Lady Milly with a laugh like the sound of a fairy horn, “‘ would know that you weren’t all there. I don’t mean in your head, of course, but in your foot. How did you learn those tango steps?” ‘They put me in a garden, my lady,” he ar ered, “‘ with rocks and little hills ‘“‘I kno I know!” she bri in. “* Like the imit ! landscape in the Zoo for the bear r Hons to moon about in, And you you climbed it t mv lady turned to Dorothy. “He e you, Dorothy,” she ¢ alled out; want O Sf ther he danced out of the room She was } from. the one ‘the j She was » wear ern at all these horrib naimings and broker lives He was the be fifty, at least, she thou she had talked just as she | of them had ar wered and : n P: had. But she kne were the wors Meanwhile the crossed to Dorothy } Sapper had : deration hall b * WPorothy, said “Your place is open to you of course. If you find you can't get about as you used to do we'll look up something else.” The tall soldier laughed, to Dorothy’s in- tense surprise. The laugh rang naturally, with a tang of real merriment such as no footman’s laugh should hold. He looked down at her with a glance of good-natured pity; but she never dreamed of that mean- very cor hall be s ‘ ing. ‘Do you really think, Miss Lingard, that I'm going to powder my hair and carry tea- trays out on the lawn? A bull in a china shop couldn’t make the wreck I would in a pantry. THE SATURDAY “It was for your sake I spoke, Parfitt,” Dorothy said with a cold but patient dig- nity. She had learned to make reasonable allowance for the strange indiscipline among the lower orders which army dis- cipline had wrought. She studied him with a reflective air. ‘It is hard for you. You were getting on so well and had such a good manner, and such a thumb for polishing plate. You would have been butler by the time you were thirty. Still, you have your pension; that’s something. What can I do for you? Have you thought of anything? Of course I'll do all I ean.” “They've taught me boot repairing, thank you, Miss Lingard,” he said. “I’m settling down in my father’s cottage and I see a good living. It’s the old man I wanted to speak about. He’s been made secretary of the Agricultural Laborers’ Union yy “It’s you!”” Dorothy burst out, flaring instantly at the hated name of this organi zation. ‘‘ Your father can hardly read. He may sign his name. No more than that. And you pretend to be a cobbler and live in one of the estate cottages and make bad feeling and spread revolution and Bolshe- vism, I dare say. So you've come back a firebrand and an agitator, have you? Old Tim Parfitt, secretary!’’ She repeated the word with such contempt that young Tim reddened. She did not lower her voice, though she had seen that someone had comein and was talking to the duchess. ‘Your father's rheumatism prevents his working most of the time. He ws “Yes, Miss Lingard,”” Tim said hotly. ‘*He got that in the service of your family and because the house your family gave him to live in was damp. He should be pensioned. The full workers want the legal money, thirty-six shillings a week and the fifty-four-hour week. re “You shall not settle on this estate,” Dorothy interrupted. ‘‘ You eS Then the duchess came over. “Pardon, Dorothy,” she said. ‘‘Spare Parfitt a few minutes. Would you mind, Parfitt? This is Mr. Hill. He has been through it over there too. I promised he should see the house. Will you take him to the show places?” ““Of course, Your Grace.” Parfitt eyed the young gentleman in the London-made clothes. ‘*Come along, sir,”” he said. Roger followed with a flush on his face. He had bowed to Dorothy and she had only stared at him blankly. Bursting with anger at Parfitt, bewildered by the change in Sergeant Kellie Hill, she had not known what she was doing. ‘*Parfitt,”’ the duchess called, “bring Mr. Hill back in half an hour, and we'll all have tea in here.” “Yes, Your Grace”; behind him. The duchess laughed in Dorothy’s as- tounded face. ‘Parfitt,’ she said, ‘will run wild in the picture gallery. Fancy the things he will say about your ancestor Your fault, Dorothy. He went away a pasty, powdered cringer and he’s come back a hulking cobbler, and you treat him just the same.” “Should I kiss Dorothy. “Even that,” the duchess answered, “if it makes him your friend. He matters. Shoemakers always matter. My grand- father would never allow one on any of his and the door closed him?” asked the flaming EVENING POST estates. They sit on their benches and think that they think, and then they tall what they think they think. Parfitt won a decoration. He is mutil: He's a hero, deserves to be one, is looked up to. The people will listen to him. And you antago nize him.” “T shouldn't wish to seem unsympa thetic,” Dorothy at St. Dyfrigs."” She was a little alarmed at the gravity of the duchess, who generally skimmed lightly over life’s thin surfaces. “Trades union! As if that wa was coming.” The duche hrugged her shoulders. ** There are nobles in Petrograd shoveling dirt whose ancestors for five hundred years never touched hand except tosword. There are ladies in Moscow whose pedigrees are as long as yours or mine, holding twig brooms at street corners.” “*But—but—this is England.” “An unknown England. A new England. Nobody knows. Nobody talks in publi Our order went to the guillotine in flock once. They went gayly, laughing. But they had not our chance to foresee and pre pare. We must laugh too. War demands that. But we can laugh last if we will.”’ The duchess paused to nod and smile through the window A limping off was passing, his hand resting lightly on the charming, sloping shoulders of tiny Lady Millicent. **Milly’s at it,” the duchess said. ‘‘Cap- tain Soames is a good fighter, but bitter as gall. He was a socialistic schoolmaster and fought his way from the ranks. Is he going back to teaching children for half the wages of a riveter in a shipbuilding yard? Not he. There are hundreds like him to lead thou- sands of the dissatisfied.” Dorothy sat back, looking wide-eyed surprise. “Is that,” she asked, “why Milly’s always picking out the outsiders?” ““My poor Dorothy, I’ve meant this talk for weeks. Everybody is but you. It isn’t all self-interest either said slowly, ‘‘ but a trade union ill that cer Call it an awakened conscience if you like. But that sounds awful cant, doesn’t it? Still, here it is. Why did we take so much of the good things, why leave the workers so little? Why did they admit our superiority so will- ingly? I can’t think. We had better man- ners and we washed all over; that was the only difference. Well, nobody minds dirt now, and manners have gone to the devil So what has aristocracy left? Brains? The workmen’s leaders have those. Education? They have their own colleges We meet them on level ground. We must bend, bend over like reeds in the Thames when a motor boat swirls the backwash from the banks. We must concede much. We must give before it’s taken from us. Land may be nationalized. Who can say with what com pensation to owner e Dorothy, profoundly impressed, was be nding forward, eage riy listening, her eyes fixed on the duchess, her mind intently con centrated. She had never seen the duchess o seriou “Your men,” the duchess resumed in a voice of t lerness, “‘have all gone You are alone. There’s been nobody to tell you that the world ha been turned up de down. The duke wants all the landowner about to understand, to work together. No patronage, no favors, just calm, quiet busi- ness relations with farmers a tenant and cottagers and everybody. That's what people want Eq lality that’s it in one word. Tim Parfitt and the Canadian are coming to tea with us. That's no folly, id we're not going to overdo it it. Treat them as you would Lord Hartoun or Johnny Carruthers; nat rally Kindly Don't wangle Be it It come 0 as) one you've made up your ked them —for you to practice oO Dorothy burst into laughter almost hys terical. ‘‘The footman,” she aid, “‘ will not sit down; but the Canadian will.” She repeated that aggressively: “‘Oh, yes; the Canadian will.” “What's that about the Canadian? Lady Milly darted through the window “Poor Captain Soames couldn't go very Your shoulders,’ her aunt said with a mile, lope such a lot 7 Lady Milly looked down at the hock bottle shoulders of which she was justly * Jealousy!" she cried with a toss of “Come to tea,” Dorot exclaimed ith Parfitt and a Canadian sergeant.” Lady Milly shot intelligent sharp glance from her aunt to Dorothy. at last,”’ she exclaimed, showir y two row of seed pearls in a pleasant smile. ‘‘ Nobody ever said you were middle-aged, Dollykin but everyone knows you live in the Middle Age Play up, to cement the empire. I'm a pertect stonemason, I’ve done so much cementing. And your Canadian is a lovely person. I saw him peep in the front door the other night He stared as though he was looking down a cathedral nave. Oh, you were there, Dolly. Perhaps it was you But *you're too dark for a stained-gla saint. He saw something, dreamed some thing, anyhow.”” Lady Milly weaved back and forth, always on the move, tapping with tiny feet on the floor or with finger on the table. “‘I saw him to-day agair He came in, dreaming, dressed like a gen tleman, and looking like a poet. You're lucky, Dolly. Tim’s amusing, and the Can: dian looks interesting.” “Come, then.” “No: on duty. Oh, did you tell her about Adeline?” Adeline was a married sister of Lad Milly’s, a beautiful, solid, stolid Juno, who sometimes achieved miracles of folly speech, and weighed one hundred and seventy eight pound “We had a meeting at our house about all this, and what to do, and how to do it,” “So you're on Lady Milly ran on. ‘‘ Auntie made a love speech and aid I ty up your crust 0 that after many da the nail return t thee,’ or somethir ike that, and Adeline got quite excited — fan¢ \deline excited and she suddenl truck an attitude like Britannia and said that if a: ever tried to take her by fores Dorothy broke aga nto pe ils of laughter proletarian she'd | herself, Adeline said, and ] stood up by her side at my full height and wre they should never take me by force and Adeline was so pleased she grabbed me and lifted me shoulder high and I cried out no, I would go willing ind she dropped me bump to the floor and mother laughed so hard the tears streaked her rouge. Re member, Dolly ’’—the tiny figure straight ened and a sudden seriousne ! n the twink] eve the duke expects eve rt to do her d ‘ itch rd reeds in the Thame That image tru of her motor boat till their heads touched the water, serried rank ce sively by. Sut they had recovered. She had ofter looked back andseenthemstanding straight, their untroubled heads pointing proudly t the sky. They were strong because the could bend. Aristocracy would bend, too while these ipstart lower classes hustled by abasing themselves as she rushed TO BE CONTINUED

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120 gave hint as tot purpose appeared to en- gage the forearms likea surgical device sup- porting their weight below the bend of the elbows. W quickening and enhanced ympathy the little woman winced hen she started, her gaze lifting quickly. idden she became aware that the girl was regarding her straightforwardly with aggard eye you tell what the with me?” she asked. She spoke under her breath, the wraith of a weary little smile about her mouth. “Oh, } sorry,”” answered Miss mith contritely. “But please believe me it was not mere cheap inquisitiveness that made me look.” “I think I know,” said the girl softly. ph. were sorry. And it doesn’t matter uch your seeing. Somehow I don't mi nd your seeing “But I haven't really seen—I only caught a glimpse. And I’m afraid now that I've been pressing too closely against your de; perhaps giving you pain by touching uur arms.” ‘My arms are not hurting me,” said the yirl, still with that queer ghost of a smile at her lips. “I've not been hurt or injured iny way os Car the trouble is ‘m 80 Not hurt? Then why is She choked the involuntary question even as she was framing it Thi this has been done, I suppose, to keep me from hurting anyone else. tut— but I don’t understand.” ‘Don't you yet? Then lift a fold of my wrap carefully, so no one else can while you are looking. I'd rather you did,” he continued, seeing how Miss Smith hesi- tated ‘But I am wish to pry. I “Please do! worrying later on about know the truth now.” With one hand Miss Smith turned back the ¢ dye of the « ape, enlarging slightly the see a stranger to you. I don’t Then perhaps you won't be about me if you opening, and what she saw shocked her more deeply than though she had beheld ome hideous mutilation. She saw that about both of the girl's wrists were snugly trapped broad leather bands, designed omething after the fashion of the armlets sometimes worn by athletes and artisans, excepting that here the buckle fastenings were set upon the tops of the wrists instead of upon the inner sides; saw, too, that these cuffs were made fast to a wide leather belt, unbroken band encircled the so that her prisoned forearms confined closely against her body at the line of her waist. Her elbow he might move slightly and her fingers freely; but the hands were held well apart and the fingers in play might touch only the face of the broad girthing, which presumably was made fast by buckles or her back As if the better to firmly she was secured, the trange bonds flexed her arm muscles slightly; the result was a little creaking sound as the harness answered the strain. Then the girl relaxed and the sound ended “Oh, you poor ch id” The gasped ex- clamation came involuntarily, carrying all the deeper burden of compassion because Quickly which in an girl's trunk, were pressed in and lacings at indicate how wearer of these it was uttered in a half whisper she snugged the cloak in to cover the ugly thing she had looked upon. “What have yo you done that you should be treated so? Indignation was in the asking—that and disbelief that here had been any wrongdoing ‘It isn’t what I've done—exactly. I imagine it is their fear of what they think I might do if my hands were free.” , an incredulous “But where are you going? Where are these people taking you? You're no crim inal. | know you're not. You couldn't be!” ‘Il am being taken to a place up the road to be confined as a dangerous lunatic.” In the accenting of the words was no trace of rebellion or even of self pity, but merely there was the dead weight and numbness of a hopeless resignation to make the words sound flat and listless. “TI don't believe one word of it!” ex- laimed Miss Smith, then broke off short, realizing that the shock of the girl’s piteous idmission had sent her own voice lifting ind that now she had a second listener. I'he woman diagonally across from her was sitting bolt upright and a pair of small eyes narrowing upon in a squint of were her THE SATURDAY EVENING POST IT COULD HAPPEN AGAIN TO-MORROW (Continued from Page 11) Instantly watchful and hostile suspicion. deter- she stood up—a small, competent, mined body. “T'll be back,” she stated, disregarding the elder woman and speaking to the younger. “And I'm going to find out more about you, too, before I’m done.” : Her step, departing, was brisk and reso- ute. In the aisle near the forward door she encountered the flagman. “There is a man in the smoker I must see at once,” she said. ‘‘ Will you please go in there and find him and tell him I wish no never mind. I see him coming now. She went a step or two on to meet the person she sought, halting him in the un- tenanted space at the end of the coach. “IT want to speak with you, please,” she began. “Well, you'll have to hurry,” he told her, “because I'm getting off with my party in less’n five minutes from now. What was it you wanted to say to me?” “That young girl yonder—I became I thought perhaps she had been injured. Then more or less by chance I found out the true facts. I spoke to her; she told me a little about her interested in her. plight.” “Well, if you’ve been talking to her what's the big idea in talkin’ to me?” His tone was churlish. “This isn’t mere vulgar curiosity on my part. I have a perfectly proper motive, I think, in inquiring into her case. What is her name?” “Margaret Vinsolving.” “Spell it for me, please—-the last name?’ He spelled it out, and she after him to fix it in her mind. “Where does she live her home?” “Village of Pleasantdale, shortly. “Who are her people?” “She's got a mother and that’s all as I know.” “What asylum are you taking her tc?” “Noasylum. We're taking her to Doctor Shorter’s Sanitarium back of Peekskill two miles Dr. Clement Shorter, specialist in nervous disorders—he’s the head.’ “It is a private place then and not a state asylum? “You said it.” “You are connected with this Shorter’s place, I assume?” “Yep.” “In what capacity? “Oh, sort of an outside man—look after the grounds and help out generally with the patients and all. And now, say, lady, if that'll satisfy you I guess I better be steppin’ along. I got to see about gettin’ this here patient and the matron off the train: that’s the matron that’s settin’ with her.” ‘Just a moment more, please.” She felt in a fob set under the cuff of her left sleeve and brought forth a small gold badge and held it cupped in her gloved hand for him to see. As he bent his head and made out the meaning of the badge the gruff air dropped from him magically. “Oh, I see!” he said. “Secret Service, eh? All right, ma’am, what more did you want to know? Only I'd ask you speak brisk because there ain’t so much time.” “Tell me briefly what you know of that child.” “Not such a lot, excepting she’s a dan- gerous lunatic, having been legally ad- judged so yestide ly. And her mother's paying for her keep at a high-class place where she can have special treatment and special care instead of letting her be put away in one of the state asylums. And so I'm taking he r there—me and the matron yonder. That's about all, I guess.” I don’t believe it ~ i ou don’t believe what?” He was beginning to bristle anew. “Don’t believe she is insane at all, much less dangerously so. Why, I've just been talking with her. We exchanged only a few =e but in all that she said she was so perfectly rational, so perfectly sensible. Besides one has only to look at her to feel sure some terrible mistake or some terrible injustice is being done. Surely there is nothing eccentric, nothing erratic about her; now is there? You must have been studying her. Don’t you yourself feel that there might have been something wrong about her commitment?” I mean where is this county,” , far Doctor 9 He shook his head. “Not a chancet. Everything’s been positively regular and aboveboard. You ~an’t railroad folks into Doctor Shorter’s place; he’s got too high a standing. Shorter takes no chances with anybody.” “But she seemed so absolutely normal in speech, manner—everything. I’ve seen insane persons before now and = ™ Excuse me, but about how many have you seen?” “Not many, I admit, but —— “Well, excuse me again, lady, but I thought as much. Well, I have—plenty of ’em I’ve seen in my time. See ’em every day for the matter of that. Listen to me! For instance, now, we’ve got a case up there with us now. He’s been there goin’ on fifteen years; used to be a preacher, highly educated and all that. Look at him and you wouldn't see a thing out of the way with him except that he’d be wearing a strait-jacket. Talk to him for maybe a week and you wouldn’t notice a single thing wrong about him. He'd just strike you all along as being one of the nicest, mildest, old Christian gents you ever met up with in your whole life. But get him on a certain subject; just mention a certain word to him and he'd tear your throat out with his bare hands if he could get at you.” “But this poor girl, surely her case is different? Was it really necessary to bind her hands as you've done “Lady, about these here violent ones you can’t never tell. Me, I never saw her in my life before I went down after her this morning, and up to now she hasn't made me a mite of trouble. But I had my warn- ing from them that turned her over to me. Anyhow, all I needed was the story of her own mother, as fine a lady as you'd care to see and just about broken-hearted over all this. You'd think from the way she carried on she was the one that was being put away and not the daughter. And yet, what did the mother swear to on her sacred oath? She swore to the daughter’s having tried, not once but half a dozen separate times to kill her, till she was afraid for her own life positively ! “Besides, lady, it’s been my experience, and I’ve had a heap of it, that it’s the quigt- acting ones that are apt to strike the quick- est and do the most damage when the fit comes on ‘em. So taking everything into consideration, I felt like as if I oughter be purty careful handling her on this trip. But she’s all right. Probably nobody on this train, outside of you, knows there's anything wrong with her and it was accidental-like, so you tell me, the way you come to find out—you taking that seat alongside her and getting into talk with her whilst I wasin yonder smoking. It’s better she should be under control thataway than that she should maybe get a spell on her right here in this car or somewheres and me be forced to hold her down by main strength and possibly have to handle her pretty rough. I put it to you now, ain’t it? The way she’s fixed she can’t harm herself nor no one else. You take it from me, lady, that while I've been in this business for so long I don’t always get my private feelings harrowed up over the case of a nice-looking young girl like this one is, like an outsider might, still at that I ain’t hard-hearted and I ain’t aiming to be severe just because I can. But what else is there for me to do except what I’m doing? I ask you. Say, it’s funny she talked to you. She ain’t said hardly a word to us since she started. Didn’t even say nothing when I put the hobbles on her.” “T’m not auentonton your judgment,” ” said Miss Smith, “but she is so pitiable! She seemed to me like some dumb, fright- ened, wild creature caught in a trap. And despite what you say I'm sure she can't be mad. Please, may I speak with her again if she herself doesn’t mind?” “I'm afeared it’s too late,”’ he said not unkindly. ‘‘ We’re slowing down for Peeks- kill now. I'll have to step lively as it is to get ‘em off shipshape. But if you've still got any doubts left in your mind you can look up the court records at White Plains. You'll find everything’s been done posi- tively legal and regular. And if you should want to reach me any time to find out how she’s getting along or anything like that, why my name is Abram Foley, care of Doctor Shorter.” He cast this farewell information back over his shoulder as he hurried from her. December 6, 1919 Half convinced yet doubting still, and filled wholly with an overmastering pity, Miss Smith stood where she was while the train jerkily came to a standstill. There she stayed, watching, as the trio quitted the car. Past her where she stood the man Foley led the way, burdened with the heavy suitcase. Next came his charge, walking steadily erect, mercifully cloaked to her knees in the blue garment; and the matron, in turn behind her, bearing a hand bag and an odd parcel or two. About the departing group a casual onlooker would have sensed nothing unusual. But our Miss Smith, knowing what she did know, held a clenched hand to the lump that had formed in her throat. She was minded to speak in farewell to the prisoner, and yet a second impulse held her mute. She fell in behind the three of them though, following as far as the platform, being minded to witness the last visible act of the tragedy upon which she had stum- bled. Her eyes and her heart went with them as they crossed through the open shed of the station, the man still leading, the matron with one hand guiding their unresisting ward toward where a closed automobile, a sort of hybrid between a town car and an ambulance, was drawn up on the driveway just beyond the eaves of the building. A driver in a gray livery opened the door of the car for its occupants. Alongside the automobile the girl swung herself round, her head thrown back, as a felon might face about at the gateway of his prison—for a last view of the free world he was leaving behind. Seemingly the vigi- lant woman misinterpreted this movement as the first indication of a spirit of kindling obstinacy. Alarmed, she caught at the girl to restrain her. Her grasp closed upon the shoulder of the cape and as the wrenched garment came away in her hand the pris- oner stood revealed in her bonds—a slim graceful figure, for all the disfigurement of the clumsy harness work which fettered her. An instant later the cape had been re- placed upon her shoulders, hiding her state from curious eyes, but in that same brief space of time she must have seen leaning from the train, which now again was in motion, the shape of her unknown cham- pion, for she nodded her head as though in gratitude and good-by and her white face suddenly was lighted with what the pas- senger upon the car platform, seeing this through a sudden mist of tears, thought to be the bravest, most pitiable smile that ever she had seen. The train doubled round an abrupt curve, in the sharpness of its swing almost throwing her off her feet, and when she had regained her balance and looked again the station was furlongs behind her, hidden from sight by intervening buildings. It was that smile of farewell which acted as a flux to carry into the recipient’s mind a resolution already forming. Into things her emotions were likely to lead her head- long and impetuously, but for a way out of them this somewhat ‘unusual young woman named Smith generally had for her guide a certain clear quality of reasoning, backed by an intuition which helped her fre- quently to achieve satisfactory results. So it was with her in this instance. Her share of the business in Troy com- pleted, as speedily it was, she st: ryed in Albany for half a day on her way back and called upon the governor. At first sight he liked her, for her good looks, for her trig- ness, her directness and more than any of these for the excellent mental poise which so patently was a part of it. The outcome of her visit to him and his enthusiastie ad- miration for her was that the district attorney of Westchester County shortly thereafter instituted an investigation, the chief fruitage of that investigation being embodied in a somewhat longish letter from him, which Miss Smith read in her studio apartment one afternoon perhaps three weeks after the date of her meeting on trainboard with that adjudged maniac, the girl Margaret Virsolving. To the letter was a polite preamble. She skipped it. We may do well to follow her lead and come to the body of it, which ran like this: “Mrs. Janet Vinsolving is the widow of a colonel in our Re gular Army. My infor- mation is that she is a woman of culture Continued on Page 123)

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re ty Continued from Page 120) and refinement. Since the death of her husband some eight years ago she has been residing in a small home which she owns in the outskirts of Pleasantdale village in this county. From the fact that she keeps no servants and from other facts brought to me I gather that she is in very modest cir- cumstances. She has been living quite alone except for the daughter, Margaret, who is her only child. The daughter was educated in the public schools of the county. Lately she has been studying ap- plied designing with a view to becoming an interior decorator.” ‘*Ah, now I know another reason why I was drawn to her!” interpolated the reader, speaking to herself. With heightened in- terest she read on: “On inquiry it appears that among her former schoolmates and teachers she was popular, though not inclined to make inti- mates. She is reputed to have been rather high-tempered, but seemingly throughout her childhood and young girlhood there was nothing about her conduct or appearance to indicate a disordered mind. Indeed there was no suggestion of mental aberra- tion on her part from any source until within the past month. However, I should add that it is rather hard to arrive at any accurate estimate of her general behavior by reason of the fact that mother and daughter led so secluded a life. They had acquaintances in the community, but ap- parently no close friends there or elsewhere. ‘About four weeks ago, on the twenty- eighth of last month to be exact, the mother, described to me as being in a state of great distress, visited Justice Cannavan, then sitting in chambers at White Plains, and asking for a private interview with him, requested an inquiry into the sanity of the girl Margaret, with a view, as she ex- plained, of protecting her own life. Her daughter, she alleged, had without warning developed a homicidal tendency aimed at the applicant. “According to Mrs. Vinsolving, the girl, who always theretofore had been a devoted and affectionate child, had made at least five separate and distinct attempts to kill her, first by putting poison into her food and later by attempting to strangle her at night in her bed. Next only to a natural desire to have her own physical safety in- sured, the mother was apparently inspired by a wish to surround the truth regarding her beloved child’s aberration with as much secrecy as possible. At the same time she realized that a certain amount of publicity was inevitable. ‘*Acting under the statutes, the justice appointed two reputable practicing physi- cians of the county, namely Dr. Ernest Malt, of Winecorah, and Dr. James P. Me- Glore, of Pleasantdale, to sit as a commis- sion for the purpose of inquiring into Miss Vinsolving’s mental state. The mother, still exhibiting every evidence of maternal grief, appeared before these gentlemen and repeated in detail the account of the at- tacks made upon her, as previously de- scribed to His Honor. ‘The girl was then brought before the commission. It was explained to her that under the law she had the right to demand a hearing in open court before a jury chosen to pass upon her sanity. This she waived, but from this point on throughout the in- quiry she steadfastly declined to make an- swers to the questions propounded to her by the members of the commission in an effort to ascertain her mental status, but on THE SATURDAY the contrary persistently maintained a si- lence which they interpreted as a phase of insane cunning characteristic of a type of abnormality not often encountered, but in their opinion the more sinister and signifi- cant because of its rarity. **They accordingly drew up a finding set- ting forth that in their opinion and de- liberate judgment the unfortunate young woman was suffering from a progressive and therefore probably incurable form of dementia. The justice immediately signed the necessary orders for her detention and commitment. To save the daughter from being sent to a state institution the mother provided funds sufficient for her care at Doctor Shorter’s sanitarium, an establish- ment of unimpeachable reputation, and she accordingly was taken there in proper custody, as you yourself are aware. ““My information from the sanitarium, which I procured in response to your re quest, and the governor’s instructions to me for a full inquiry into all the circum- stances is that since her confinement Miss Vinsolving has been under constant obser- vation. She has been orderly and obedient and except for slightly melancholic tenden- cies, which might easily be provoked by the nature of her environment, is quite natural in her behavior. I draw the infer- ence, however, that this docility may be merely the forerunner of an outburst at any time. ‘Altogether my investigation convinces me that no miscarriage of the law could possibly have occurred in this instance. There is certainly no ground for suspecting that the mother had any ulterior or im proper motive in seeking to have her daughter and sole companion deprived of liberty. Neither the mother nor any other person alive can hope to profit in a financial sense by reason of the girl’s temporary or permanent detention. “The girl herself is without means of her own. The mother for her maintenance is largely dependent upon the pension she re ceives from the United States Government. The girl had no income or estate of her own and no expectancy of any inheritance from any imaginable source other than the small estate she will legally inherit at the death of her mother. Finally I may add that no- where in the case has there developed any suggestion of a scandal in the life of mother or daughter or of any clandestine love affair on the part of either. “These briefly are the available facts as compiled by a trustworthy member of my staff, Assistant District Attorney Horace Wilkes, to whom I detailed the duty of making a painstaking inquiry. If I may hereafter be of service to you in this matter or any other matter, kindly command me. I have the honor to be, “Yours etc., etc.” With a little gesture of despairful resig nation Miss Smith laid the letter down. Well, there was nothing more she could do; nothing more to be done. She had come to a blind end. The proof was conclusive of the worst. But in her thoughts, waking and sleeping, persisted the image of that gallant, pathetic little figure which she had seen last at the Peekskill station, bound, helpless, alone and all so courageously fac- ing what to most of us would be worse than death itself. Awake or in sleep she could not get it out of her mind. At length one night following on a day which for the greater part she had spent in a study of the somewhat curious laws that in New York State-—as well as in diver EVENING POST other states of the Union— govern the pro cedure touching certain classes coming within purview of the code, she awoke in the little hours preceding the dawn to find herself saying aloud thing wrong there must be there ha to be!’”’ Until daylight and after she lay there planning a course of ion until finally she had it completed. True, it was a grasping at feeble straws, but even so she meant to follow along the only course which seemed open to her. First she did some long-distance tel phoning. Then immediately after brea] fast she sent to the garage round the corner for her runabout and in it she rode up through the city and on into Westchester, now beginning to flaunt the circus colors of a gorgeous Indian summer. An houranda half of steady driving brought her to the village of Pleasantdale. She found it a place well named, seeing that it was tucked down in a cove among the hills between the Hudson on the one side and the Sound on the other Following the directions given her by a lone policeman on duty in the tiny public square, she ran two blocks along the main street and drew up where a window sign giving name and hours advertised that James P. McGlore, M. D., here profession ally received patients in his office on the lower floor of his place of residence \ maidservant answered the caller's knock, and showing her into a chamber furnished like a parlor which had started out to be a reception room and then had tried too late to change back again into a parlor, bade her wait. She did not have long to wait. Almost immediately an inner door opened and in the opening appeared the short and blocky figure of a somewhat el derly, old-fashioned-looking man with a square homely face — a face which instantly she classified as belonging toa rather stupid, very dogmatic and utterly honest man. He had outjutting, belligerent eyebrows and a stubborn underjaw that was badly under shot. He spoke as he entered and his tone was noticeably not cordial “The girl tells me your name is Smit} I suppose from that you're the young per son that the district attorney telephoned me about an hour or so ago. Well, how can I serve you?” “Perhaps, doctor, the district attorney told you I had interested myself in the case of the Vinsolving girl — Margaret Vinsol ing,’’ she began. ‘‘I had intended to call also upon your associate, Doctor Malt, over at Wincorah, but I learn he is away.” “Yes, yes,”’ he said with a sort of hurried petulance. ‘‘ Know all about that. Malt’s like a lot of these young new physicians **There’s some always running off on vacations. Mustn’t hold me responsible for his absence Got no time to think about the other fellow. Own affairs are enough— keep me bu Well, go on, why don’t you? You were speaking of the Vinsolving girl We what of her?” ‘“*T was saying that 1 had interested n self in her case and 7 He snapped in: “One n Let's get this all straightened out e start May I inquire if you are closely related to the young person in question? ‘l am not. I never saw her but once “Are you by any chance a close friend of the young woman?” He towered over her, for she is seated and he had not offered to sit down. Indeed throughout the intervie he rema | standing Looking ip at him, where he glowered above her, she answered back promptly ‘As I was saying, I never saw her but once that was on the day she was carried away to be placed in confinement. So 1 cannot « myself her friend exactly, thoug! I would like to be her friend It was be cause of the sympathy which he r positior I might add, her personality — roused in me that I have taken the liberty of com ee you about her “3 Under his breath he growled and grunted and puffed certain sounds. She caught the rt of at least two of the word doctor,”’ she said brisl ‘but 1 am not an amateur philanthropist I trust I’m not an amateur anything. Lan Pardon me, ly ness woman earning my own living by my own labors and I pay taxes and for the past year or so I have been a citizen and a voter. Please do not regard me merely as an officious meddler—a busybody wit! nothing to do except to mind other people’ It was quite by chance that I came poor child and learned something unhappy state.” choleric brows went up like twi mart rccenting nspoker key t m ‘A child—« twenty-four he om mented iror A child, measured by 1 we or you As I told you, I met her quite accidentally She appealed to me so ich a pluek helpless, friendless little thing she seemed with those hideous leather hobbles bind ing her ‘D u mear » imy that she \ being mistreated by those wv » had her ir charge? No, her escort or attendants or ward er r guard r whateve ne might ca them eemed kindly enougt weording t their light But she was so quiet pa ive that | ‘Well, would you expect ar ri yh felt a prope el © of res] bility t iff danger mania to run at th t restraint or control of a | the limbs and their action But aoctor, that +} pr vit ure Ou »entirely ire that she id ye yu maniac? That i hat | war ( is} l whether there isn’t a possibilit however emote, that a mistake may conceivab! have beer le? Please nt misunder ind me he interjected quickly, seeing I he iiread tiff and bristl had at ner a tiffened and bristled still more ld t mean tou ' te that t} f inet! il has been done In fa t I an quite sure that everything has been quite ethical And I am not questioning yur professional standing or decrying your abil tie “But as I understand it, neitl i nor Doctor Malt i ed in a t | issume that neithe fy has eve pecial ed it ( r ment l roe sucl being the ise, d t agree with me t} i ha irred to me- that if an aler t, aman especially vé ed in these thing ther than a general practitioner however experienced and competent, were I even no And i t ud i were not reflect pon my professional abilities! iH re is heavily sarcast Of rse lam not! I beg ir pardor Ir | I e of languaye ha nveved i! mpre What I am t ng t v t,a tor, int nexpert a that I { ed ntl pir nd hile T« hanged i fe rad th he everthels vynat she i ‘ ind her bearir i ‘ She Rode Through the City and on Into Westchester, Now Beginning to Flaunt the Circus Colors of a Gorgeous Indian Summer

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124 her look, everything about her — impressed me as being entirely rational.” He fixed her with a hostile glare and at her he aimed a blunt gimlet of a fore- finger ‘Are you quite sure you are entirely sane yourself?” ‘I trust IT am fairly normal.” ‘Got any little funny quirks in your brain? Any little temperamental crotchets which you differ from the run of people round you? Think now!” Well,” she confessed, “I don't like ats I hate cats. And I don’t like figured “ all paper. And I don’t like ‘That will be sufficient. Take the first point: You hate cats. On that count alone any confirmed cat lover would regard you as being as crazy as a March hare. But intil you start going round trying to kill other people’s cats or trying to kill other people who own cats there’s probably no danger that anyone will prefer charges of lunacy against you and have you locked up.” She smiled a little in spite of her earnest- ness ‘Perhaps it is symptomatic of a lesion in my brain that I should be concerning my- self in the case of a strange girl whom I have seen but once—is that also in your thoughts, Doctor M¢eGlore?” “We'll waive that,” he said. ‘For the sake of argument we'll concede that your indicative peculiarities assume a harmless phase at present. But this Vinsolving girl's case is different—hers were not harmless. Her acts were amply conclusive to establish proof of her mental condition.’ ‘From the district attorney's statement to me I rather got the impression that she did not indulge in any abnormal conduct while before you for examination.” “Did he tell you of her blank refusal to answer the simplest of the questions my associate and I put to her?” “Doctor,” she countered, seeking to woo him into a better humor, ‘would you con- strue silence on a woman's part as neces- sarily a mark of insanity? It is a rare thing, I concede. But might it not some- times be an admirable thing as well?” But this gruff old man was not to be cajoled into pleasanter channels than the course his mood steered for him. “We'll waive that too. Anyhow, mother’s evidence was enough.” “But was there anything else other than the mother’s unsupported story for you to go on and be guided by?” “What else was needed?” he retorted angrily. ‘What motive could the mother have except the motives that were prompted by mother love? That was a devoted, deso- lated woman if ever I saw one. Look here! A daughter without cause suddenly turns upon her mother and tries to kill her. Well, then, either she’s turned criminal or she has gone crazy! “But why should I go on debating with you a matter which you don’t know any- thing about in the first place and in which you have no call to interfere in the second place? “I don’t want to be sharp with you, young woman, but that’s the plain fact. The duty whic h I undertook under the law and as a reputable physician was not a pleasant one, and it becomes all the less panes when an unqualified layman aywoman if you prefer to phrase it th: at way— cross-examines me on my judgment.’ “Doctor, let me repeat again I have not sought to cross-question you or belittle your knowledge. But you speak of the aw. Do you not think it a monstrous thing that two men, even though they be of high standing in their profession as general practitioners, but without special acquaint- ance with mental derangements—I am not speaking of this particular case now but of hundreds of other cases—do you not think it a wrong thing that two such persons may pass upon a third person's sanity and upon the uncorroborated testimony of some fourth person recommend the confinement of the accused third person in an asylum for the insane?” “I suppose you know a person so com- plained of—or accused, as you put it—has the right to a jury trial in open court. This girl that you're so worked up about had that right. She waived it.” ‘But is a presumably demented person a fit judge of his or her own best course of conduct? In your opinion shouldn't there be other safeguards in their interests to in- sure against what conceivably might be a terrible error or a terrible injustice?” He didn’t exactly sneer, but he indulged himself in the first cousin of a sneer the THE SATURDAY “You've evidently been fortifying your- self to give me a battle — reading up on the subject, eh?” “I’ve been reading up on the subject not, though, for the purpose of entering into a joint debate on the subject with any- one. But, doctor, I have read enough to startle me. I never knew before there were such laws on the statute books. And I have learned about another case, the case of that rich man—a multimillionaire the papers called him, which means i suppose that at least he was well-to-do. You re- member about him, I am sure? A commis- sion declared him of unsound mind. He got away to another state where the legal processes of this state could not reach him. The courts of that other state declared him mentally competent and capable of manag- ing his own affairs—and for a period of years he did manage them. Here the other month, under a pledge of safe conduct, he returned to New York on legal business and while he was here he carried his cause to a higher court and that court ruled him to be sane and entitled to his complete freedom of body and action. But for years he had been a pseudofugitive in enforced exile and for years he had carried the stigma of having been adjudged insane. This thing happened, ine redible as it sounds. It might hap ypen again to-day or to-morrow. It “Excuse me for interrupting your flow of eloque nce,” he said with a labored po- liteness, “but I thought you came here to discuss the case of a girl named Vinsolving, not the case of a man I never heard of be- fore. Now, at least I’m not going to dis- cuss generalities with you and I’m not going to sit here and join with you in ques- tioning the workings of the law either. The laws are good enough for me as they stand. I'm a law-abiding citizen, not one of these red-eyed socialistic Bolsheviks that are for- ever trying to tear down things. I believe in taking the laws as I find them. Let well enough alone—that’s my motto, young woman. And there are a whole lot more like me in this country.” “Pardon me for breaking in on you, sir,” she said, fighting hard to keep her temper, “but neither am I either a socialist or a Bolshevik.’ “Then I reckon probably you're one of these rampant suffragists. Anyhow, what’s the use of discussing abstracts? If you don’t like the law why don’t you have it changed?” “That's one of the very things I hope before long to try to do,” she replied. “It'll keep you pretty busy,” he re- sponded with a sniff of profound disap- proval. “‘But then you seem to have a lot of spare time on your hands to spend in crusading round. Well, I haven’t. I’ve got my patients to see to. One of ’em is waiting for me now—if you'll kindly ex- cuse me?” She rose, “I'm sorry,” she said sincerely, “if either my mission or my language has irritated you. I seem somehow to have defeated the pape that brought me—I mean a faint 1ope that perhaps somehow I might help that girl. Something tells me—ceall it in- tuition or sentimentality or what you will—but something tells me I must keep on trying to help her. I only wish | I could make you share my point of view. “Well, you can't, Say, see here, why don’t you go to see the mother? I "judge she might convince you that you are on the wrong tack, even if I can’t.” “That's exactly what I mean to do,” she declared. Something inside her brain gave a little jump. It was curious that she had not thought of it before; even more curious that his labored sarcasms had been required to set her on this new trail. “Well, at that, you'd better think twice before you go,” he retorted. ‘“‘She was a mighty badly broken-up woman the last time I saw her, but even so I judge she’s still got spunk enough left in her to resent having an unauthorized and uninvited stranger coming about, seeking to pry into her own private sorrow. But it’s your affair, not mine. Besides, judging by everything, you probably don't think my advice is worth much anyhow.’ “Oh, yes, but I do—I do indeed! thank you for it.” “Don’t mention it! And good day!” The slamming of the inner door behind him made an appropriate exclamation point to punctuate the brevity of his offended pod indignant departure. For a moment she felt like laughing outright. Then she And I EVENING POST felt like crying. Then she did neither. She left. “Poor, old ote stupid old, con- scientious old thing!" she was saying to herself as she let herself, unattended, out of the front door. ‘‘And yet I'll wager he would sit up all night and work his fingers to the bone trying to save a life. And when it comes to serving poor people without expecting payment or even asking for it, I know he is a perfect dear. Besides, I should be grateful to him—he gave me ‘an idea. I don’t know where he got it from either—I don’t believe he ever had so very many of his own.” Again the handy cop in the communal center set her upon her way. But when she came tothe destination shesought—a small, rather shabby cottage standing a mile or so westward from the middle of things communal, out in the fringes of the village where outlying homesteads tailed away into avowed farmsteads—the house itself was closed up fast and tight. The shutters all were closely drawn and against the gate- post was fastened a newly painted sign reading: ‘‘For Sale or Rent. Apply to Searle, the Up-to-Date Real Estate Man, Next Door to Pythian Hall.” Not quite sure she had stopped at the right place, Miss Smith hailed a man pot- tering in a chrysanthemum bed in the yard of the adjoining cottage. “Mrs. Vinsolving?” he said, tousled head above his palings. “‘ Yessum, she lives there—leastwise she did. She moved away only the day before yesterday. Sort of sudden, I think it must have been. I didn’t know she was going till she was gone.” He grinned in extenuation of the unaccountable failure of a small-town man to acquaint himself with all available: facts regarding a neighbor's private affairs. ‘‘ But then she never wasn't mue h of a hand, Mrs. Vinsolving wasn "ty for mixing with folks. I'll say she wasn’t! Back she turned to seek out Searle, he of up-to-date real estate. In a dingy office upstairs over the local harness store a lean and rangy gentleman raised a_brindled beard above a roll-top desk and in answer, to her first question crisply remarked, “Can't tell.” “But surely if she put her property in your hands for disposal she must have given you some address where you might lifting a communicate with her?” pressed Miss Smith. “Oh, yes, she done that all right, but that ain’t the question you ast me first. You ast me if I could tell you where she was—and that I can’t do.” “‘T see. Then I presume she left instruc- tions with you not to give her present whereabouts to anyone?” “Well, you might figger it out that way and mebbe not so far wrong,” said the eryptic Mr. Searle. “But if you think you'd like to buy or rent her place I’m fully empowered to act. Got the keys right here and a car standing outside—take you right on out there in a jiffy if you say the word.” He rose up and followed her halfway down the steps, plainly torn between a de- sire to make a commission and a regret that under orders from his client he could fur- nish no details regarding her late move- ments. “If you're interested in any other piece of property in this vicinity ” were the last words she heard floating down the stair well as she passed out upon the un- even sidewalk. She knew exactly what she meant to do next. At sight of her badge, as shown to him through his wicketed window marked “General Delivery,” the village postmaster gave her a number on a side street well up- town in New York, adding: “‘Going away, Mrs. Vinsolving particular'y asked me not to tell anybody where her mail was to be sent on to. Kind of a secretive woman anyhow, she was, and besides she’s had some very pressing trouble come on her lately. I presume you've heard something about that matter?” She nodded. “IT suppose now,” went on the post- master, his features sharpening with curi- osity, ‘‘that the Federal authorities ain’t looking into that particular matter? Not that I care to know myself, but I just thought it wouldn’t be any harm to ask.” “No,” said Miss Smith, “‘ I merely wanted to see her on a personal matter and I only let you see my credential in order to learn her forwarding address.” Provided with the requisite information, she figured that before night she would in- terview the widow or know good reasons December 6, 1919 why. That the other woman had quitted her home seemingly in a hurry and with efforts at secrecy gave zest to the quest and added a trace cf bepuzzlement to it too. Even so, she did not herself know what she meant to say to the woman when she had found her in her present abiding place or what questions she would ask. Only she knew that an inner prompting stronger than any reasoned-out process drove her forward upon her vague and blinded mis- sion. Fool’s errand it might be— probably was—yet she meant to see it through. But she had not reckoned upon the con- tingency that on this fine October forenoon, for the first time since buying his new tour ing car, Mr. Moe Goebel, shirt-waist manu facturer in a small way in Broome Street and head of a family in a large way in West One Hundred and Ninety-ninth Street, would be undertaking to drive the said car unaided and untutored by a more experi enced charioteer on a trial spin up the Albany Post Road, accompanied—it being merely a five-passenger car—only by Mrs. Rosa Goebel, wife of the above, six little Goebels of assorted sizes and ages and Mrs. Goebel’s unmated sister, Miss Freda Hirschfeld of Rivington Street. In Getty Square, Yonkers, about noontime occurred a head-on collision, the subsequent upshots of which were variously that divers of those figuring in the accident went in the following directions: Miss Smith to a doctor’s office near by to have asprained wrist bandaged; and thence home in a hired automobile. Her runabout to a Yonkers repair shop and garage. Mr. Goebel, with lamentations, to the office of an attorney making a specialty of handling damage suits, thence home by train with the seven members of his family party, all uninjured as to their limbs and members but in a highly distracted state nervously. Mr. Goebel’s car to another repair shop and garage. The traffic policeman on duty in Getty Square to the station house to make a re- port of the fifth smash-up personally offi- cered by him within eight hours—on a Sunday his casualty list would have been longer, but this was a week day, when pleasure travel was less fraught with high- way perilousness. It so happened that Mullinix came to town from Washington next morning and, following his custom, rang up his unpaid but none the less valued aid to inquire whether he might come a-calling. No, he might not, Miss Smith being confined to her room with cold compresses on her injured wrist, but he might render a service for her if so minded—and he was. To him, then, over the wire Miss Smith stated her re- quirements. “T want you please to go to this ad- dress’’—giving it—‘‘and see whether you find there a Mrs. Janet Vinsolving, a widow. I rather imagine the place may be a board- ing house, though I won’t be sure as to that. It will not be necessary for you to see her in person; in fact I’d rather you did not. What I want you to do is to learn whether she is still there, and if so how long she expects to stay there, and generally anything you can about her movements. She went there only three days ago and in- asmuch as she has a reputation in her former town for keeping very much to her- self this may be a more difficult job than it sounds. But do the best you can, won’t you, and then notify me of the results by telephone? No, it is a personal affair nothing to do with any of our official under- takings. I'll tell you more about it when I see you. I expect I shall be able to receive visitors in a day or two; just now I feel a bit shaken up and unstrung. That’s all, and thank you ever so much.” Within an hour he had her on the tele- phone again. “Hello!” she said. “Yes, this is Miss Smith. Oh, it’s you, is it? Well, what luck? . . . Oh,so it was a boarding house, afterall. . . . And you found her there? . No? Then where is she? . . . What? Where did yousay? Bellevue! .. . I knew it, I knew it, something told me! — No, no, never mind my ravings! Go on, please, goon! . . . Yes, allright. Now then, listen please: You jump in a taxi and get here to my apartments as soon as you can. I'll be dressed and ready when you arrive to go over there with you. ‘ What? Oh, bother the doctor's Concluded on Page 127

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/ 4 Concluded from Page 124 instructions. It’s onlyasprain anyhowand I feel perfectly fit by now, honestly I do. : tell you I'd get up out of my dying bed to zo Yes, indeed, it is important much more important than you think! Come on for me, I'll be waiting.” When fifteen minutes later the perplexed Mullinix halted a taxi at the Deansworth Studio Building she was at the curbing, her left arm in a sling and her eyes ablaze with barely controlled emotions. 3efore he could move to get out and help her in she was already ir “Bellevue Hospital, psychopathic ward,” he told the driver as she climbed nimbly As the taxi started she turned to Mulli- nix, demanding: ‘* Now tell it to me all over again. When you are through, then I'll ex- plain to you why I am so interested.” “Well,” he said,” ‘‘there isn’t so very much to tell. The address you gave me turned out to be a boarding house just as you suspected it might—a_ second-rate place but apparently highly respectable, kept by a Mr It’s been under the same management at the same place for a good many years. It wasn’t very much trouble for me to find out what vou vanted to know because the whole place vas in turmoil after what had happened just an hour or so before I got there. And when it developed that I had come to in- quire about the cause of all the excitement every old-lady boarder in the house wanted » tell me about it all at the same time It seems that three days ago this Mrs. Vinsolving applied at the place for room and board. Mrs. Sheehan vaguely remem ; having been her guest for a hort time ten or twelve years ago. At that time she was with her husband, Colo- nel Vinsolving, who it appears has since died, and a daughter about ten years or twelve years of age~—a little girl with red hair, as Mrs. Sheehan recalls. This time, though, she came alone carrying only hand Except that she seemed to be Sheehan bered her a nervous and rather harassed and unhappy looking, there was nothing noticeably un- usual about her. Mr | y enough : went straight to her room on the third floor and stayed there, having her meals brought up to her. But this morning arly she went to the lan llady and begged Sheehan took her in o for protection, saying she was in fear of her life. Mrs. Sheehan very naturally inquired to know what was up—and then Mrs. Vin- solving told her thi story: “She said she had discovered a con- piracy to murder her, headed by—guess who? The late Kaiser, no less! She said that the Kaiser in disguise had escaped from Holland, leaving behind him in his recent place of exile over there a double nade up to look like him, and was now in hiding in this country for the sole purpose of having Mrs. Vinsolving assassinated in revenge, because her late husband, while an officer in the Army, had perfected a poison gas deadlier than any other known, which, being kept a secret by this Government ind used against the G in the war, had brought about the victory for our de and led to the overthrow of the Kaiser's say she had run aw i! n town or other to } in New York and that was why she fu taken re A ge at Mrs. Sheehan’s, thinking e would be in safety. But now she knew the plotters had tracked her, because she had just detected that the maid who had been bringing up her meals to her was really a German agent, and acting under orders THE SATURDAY from the Kaiser had put poison into her food. All of which naturally surprised Mrs Sheehan considerably, especially as the ac- cused servant happened to be a perfectly reliable Finnish girl who has been working for Mrs. Sheehan for five years and who had two brothers in the Seventy-seventh Divi sion overseas. “It didn’t take Mrs. Sheehan two min- utes——-she being a pretty level-headed per son evidently--to see what ailed her new boarder. She managed to get Mrs. Vin- solving quieted down and get her back again into her room, and then she called in the policeman on the post and inside of an hour the woman had been smuggled out of the house and was on her way to Bellevue in an ambulance with a doctor and a policeman guarding her. But by that time, of course, the news had leaked out among p boarders and the whole plac e was beginning to stew with excitement. It was still stew ing when I got there. **Well, as soon as you told me over the telephone that you were bent and deter mined on going to Bellevue, though I do not see why you should be in such a hurry about it and taking chances on setting up an inflammation in your injured arm, because even though you do know the poor crazed creature you can't be of any help ig **I don’t know her. I never saw her in my life.” “Then why “That part can wait. I'll explain later. You were saying that as soon as you talked with me over the telephone you al 1 some- thing. What was it?” “Oh, yes, I called up Doctor Steele, chief surgeon inthe psychopathic ward, who hap pens to be a friend of mine and one of besides’’— he tapped the badge he wore under his coat lapel—‘‘and told him I was bringing you down to see this woman, and he volunteered some information of the case in advance of your coming. I've for- gotten just what he called the form of insanity which has seized her—it’s a jaw- breaking Latin name— but anyhow, he sai his preliminary diagnosis convinced him that it must have been coming on her for some time; that it was marked by delu ions of persecution and by an exaggerated ego, causing its victims to Imagine them selves the objects of plots engineered by the most distinguished personages, such as rulers and high dignitaries; and that while in this state a man or a woman suffering from this particular brand of lunacy was apt to shift his or her suspicion from one person to another—first perhaps accusing some perfectly harmless and well-meaning individual, who might be a relative or a near friend, and then nearly always pro- gressing to the point in his or her madne where the charge was directed against some famous character.” “Did you hear anywhere any mention made of a daughter—the red-haired child of twelve years ago?" inquired Miss Smith. “To be sure I did, but I'd forgotten about her,” said Mullinix. ‘Mrs. Sheehan told me that somewhere in her excited nar- rative Mrs. Vinsolving did say something about the daughter. As nearly as I can re call, she told Mrs. Sheehan that five or six weeks ago, or some such matter, her daugh- ter had tried to kill her and that she thought then the daughter had gone mad, but that now she knew the girl had joined the Kaiser’s gang for pay. I made a mental note of this part of the rigmarole at the time Mrs. Sheehan was repeating it to me, and then it slipped my mind. But now putting that yarn alongside of what Doctor Steele tells me about the symptoms of the disease, I see the connection—first the the othe EVENING POST daughter, then the strange servant girl and finally the Kais¢ But I wonder why the daughter hasn't been keeping some sort of a guard over the poor demented creature? What can she have been thinking about herself to let her mother go running foot- loose round the country, nursing these changing delusions?” “She couldn't very well help herself,” put in Miss Smith. ‘* The daughter is in an asylum—put there five weeks ago on the mother’s complaint.” Sut heavens alive, how could that have happened?” “Very easily —under the laws of this state,’’ she answered grimly. Then speak- ing more quickly: “I’ve changed my mind about going to Bellevue with you. Please tell the driver to take me to the Grand Central Station. I don’t know what train I'm going to catch, except that it’s the next one leaving on the Hudson River Division for up state You goon then, plea e, to the hospital and find out all you can about this case and call me on the long-distance to night—no, that won’t do either. I don't know where I'll be. I may be in Peekskill or in Albany—I can’t say which. 1 tell you--I'll eall you at eight o'clock; that will be better. ‘No, no!’ she went on impetuously, reading on his face the protest he meant to utter. “‘My wrist is well bandaged and giving me no pain. I’m thinking now of what a poor brave girl had on both her wrists when last I saw her and of what she must have been enduring since then. [ll explain the biggest chapter of the story to you on the way over be fore you drop me at the station At the Grand Central she left behind a thoroughly astonished gentleman. He was clear on some points which had been puz zling him from time to time during this exceedingly busy morning, but still much mystified to make out the meaning of Miss Smith’s farewell remark as he put her aboard her train. a only wish one thing,” she had said “T only wish I might take the time to stop at the village of Pleasantdale and break the news to a certain Doctor MeGlore who lives there. I trust I am not unduly tish, but I dearly would love to watch the expression on his face when he heard it. I think I'd do it, too, if I were not starting on the most imperative errand that ever called me in my life.” cat A week later, to the day, two expected Visitors were ushered into the private chamber of the g rnor at Albany one of them a small, exceedingly well-groomed and good-looking woman in her thirtie and one aslender pretty girl with big brown eyes and wonderful auburn hair. We know them both—one fairly well, the other lightly ‘Governor,”’ said Miss Smith, “I want the pleasure of introducing to you the gam est girl in the whole world Margaret Vin- solving.” He took the firm young hand she offered him. ‘‘ Miss Vinsolving,”’ he said, ‘‘in the name of the State of New York and on be half of it ash your forgiveness for the great and cruel wrong which unintention ally was done to you “*And I want to thank 1ave done for me, sir,” , simt you for what you he answered him “You know ) et the ma “Don’t thank me the one to thanl chinery of my offi tion on your behalf within tive er yur bene factress here rea otner da I should have deser\ ment, But I should never have lived to face impeuct ment. I’m sure the slightest sign of hesita tion on my part would have been the signa for your advocate to brain me with my own inkstand.”’ His face sobered “But, my child, for my own information there are leared up Why in the face of the monstrous charges laid against you did you keep silent — that is one of the things I want to know? Before answering, the girl glanced in quiringly at her companion “Tell him,” counseled Miss Smith Steadily the girl made answer ‘“‘When my poor mother accused me of trying to kill her I realized for the first time that her mind had become affect No one else, though, appeared to sus the real truth. Perhaps this was becau she seemed so normal on every other sub ject Solde ided to keep lent. I thought that if | were taken away from her for a while possibly the separation and with it the lifting of the imaginary fear of injury at my hands, which had upset her, might help her to regain her reason and no out ider be ever the wiser for it l and strong | believed I could bear the imprisonment without serious injury to me some things I want « am young I believe yet for her sake 1 could have And I knew—lI realized what would happe n to her if she were placed nm such surroundings as I have been in and made to pass through such experiences a those through which I have passe« I felt that all hope of a cure for her would then be gone forever And | love my mother.’ She faltered, her voice trembling a bit, then added: “That is why I kept silent, sir.” ‘*But, my dear child,” he said, ‘‘what a wrong thing for you to have done. It was a splendid, chivalrous, gallant sacrifice, but it was wrong. And if you don’t mind I'd like to shake hands with you again.” “You see, sir, there was no one whom I might advise in the emergency that came upon me without warning,” she explained. ‘I had no confidante except my mother, and she through madne had turned against me. I had no friend then I have one now, though.” And she went to Miss Smith and put her head on the elder woman's shoulder With her arms about the girl, Miss Smith addressed the governor ‘We are going away a while together for a rest,”’ she told him. ‘We both need it And when we come back st join me in my work, > will be a better interior decora ‘rr hope to be borne it is going to it some day Margaret tor than her teacher can ey “Then from now on, so far a uu two are concerned, this ghastly thing should be only an unhappy dream which you'll strive to forget, I'm sure,” he said, ‘It’s all over and done with, isn’t it?” “Over and done with for her es,”’ said Miss Smith. ‘But how abo ) jut is governor? tn aut is a citl zen? Shouldn't we each of us, you in big way and I in my small way, work to bring about a reform in the statutes under which such errors are possible rhink, ' to this child ‘ to-mort ifferer. It of what happenes It may happen again to-di governor, to some other equally innocent might happen to any one of u to me or to omeone dear to you.”’ ‘Miss Smith,” he stated, ‘if ever it hap pens to you I hall take the witne tand count and testify to two tt you are the sanest human being in and second, that yu certal y do know how to play a hunch when you get one your intuition, plus my ar b n, | wouldn't be gover! Ld be ! 1 for president. And | if »!

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128 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST December 6, 1919 In Less than Thirty Minutes A Record of Speed in Figuring Fire Loss om I’ WAS our first experience with fire, been necessary, we could have had this report ready , 2 5 - before the firemen wound up their hose.” but it didn’t catch us unprepared, . In this business as anywhere else a complete says L. D. Prough, proprietor of the cece tells ee ee ee i : tock record is always valuable and is especially Chevrolet Branch at Bakersfield, California. ee ey eee “We knew to a’cent what we had in stock before It is easy to keep a perpetual inventory in any the fire—-not only in finished cars and valuabl office where Burroughs Machines keep the books. equipment but in our stock of parts clear down here's no guesswork cither about accounts or the to the smallest bolt. Accurate figures were goods on the shelves. Books are always in balance right on tab because of the complete stock and daily proof of work puts up the bars against record we were abl Lo kee ~ with Oul Burroughs error cle in ( , ( . ° ° \dding Machine. Where books are kept with Burroughs Machines ‘These figures enabled us to make up an accurate stock records can always be kept up to the statement of our loss of cars, equipment and mer- minute and a control sheet provided that is of chandise and have it ready for the insurance ad great assistance not only in ordering merchandise, juster in what we believe was record time, for the but in getting out mercantile statements and whole job took less than thirty minutes. If it had providing necessary insurance data. The A B C of Business N the Burroughs line are machines for Adding, for Bookkeeping and for Calculating—a I them a model for any kind of business, large or all, and priced as low as $125. Your banker or telephone book in give you the address of the nearest Burroughs office—of which there ar 13 in the United States and Canada, or direct to the Burroughs Adding Machine ¢ pany, Detroit, Mich Burroughs offices are also maintained in the principal cities abroad. oe Lg tee RMT TT ome encore, a mene oe a ea a ae

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130 VIEWS OF A LAYMAN ON BO the bject of i m was deemed of tt my t ‘ t it was not giver i } ct ‘ ‘ t ‘ t of the ber ( mila Br ey; v a ce cription and alysis of condit the different Euro pean ¢ ntric that the writer believes justify the above cor IS1O! it is proper to illow the Bolshevik to state } case, Itis ecessa terest of fairness, to w the pro, vhat its advocates all the w | pelled with a capital ntl tate the ise, with their own exaggerations but free of the exaggerations f the ponerit It ilso good policy, because ! ters of controversy it does good to put up straw men in order to | th dow The term Bolshevisn used ne ‘ ployed In its comme Ame e of extreme radicalism with ‘ tt ind tria nd | litical societ tion by direct acti Strictly pea Russia the Bolsheviks are a group ( ipying about the center of the labor movement in the matter of radicalism, wit yme fifteen or twenty self-cor stituted par- ties on either side At the extreme left are the anarchist who believe in no govern ment and who have been severely repressed by the Bolsheviks for preaching this here The Menscheviks, at the far right, occupy ibout the position of traditional German clalist A Bolshevik in the strict sense means an individual who more or less ar bitrarily combines the theory of commu nism in industry with a theory of the oviet in government. The particular theory of the soviet happer to be thesov iet of the pro letariat. A will | ‘ mater etuciGated, how- ever, the Bols} a changed his pots very deceptively yd. y recent months In order to pre ent a statement .iews of the Bolshevik the writer believes it will be more py to offer a per al discussion than a formal statement In the spring the writer had an interview s of Central Europe with the leading Bolshevistie agitator, or, as he termed himself, ‘the prophet " He wasa man of education and refinement. Nothing his personal appearance suggested the Red. He was living very unostentatiously, and though he possessed abundant funds for purposes of propaganda he was leading anything but a lux existence. The iew with this propagandist was ap- parently provoked entirely by the desire Iniou intery on his part to explain the movement and to dissipate what Bol heviks regard as a counter propaganda of false statements concerning Ru the existence of which the writer i ee posed to deny. The in- terview will be reprod iced largely in the form of a Socratic dialogue, in which form itact ually occurred He began with the statement that their inspiration went back to Karl Marx; that the teachings of Karl Marx had found renaissance in Byoy that men like Las- sal le, he bel ; d the elder Liebknecht were social-democt ratio politicians and orator but not communist Rosa Luxemburg’s book on Accumulation of Capital he re garded as a truly Marxian production of high merit; her continuous advocacy of the general strike was, he believed, the factor that held the radical socialists together through the years of prewar prosperity in For the “International” he expre ased COF! (sermany The Wage System The concepts of society range from t] traditional wage system, in which labor is a commodity to be bought and sold in ac cordance with the law of supply and de mand, to the state of pure communism. In the wage system of society labor is cla fied as a perishable commodity, with the risks in the hands of the owners. Society has attempted to protect itself from the worst evils of the wage system by the pa we of laws which, to some extent, have ol ~— the ri that attend the perisl! ature of the cor vodity abor or alle at we d the results. Such are laws gov erning child labor, conaditior of housi g, purity of water, protection from dust compensation for in id fixation of the ventilation in factories, tandards of food, and noxious vapors jury, old-age insurance at minimum wage ‘The evils that these device to correct spring essentially fr system. Cay italist ociety, sare de igned m the wage moved by one ——— -~ THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Continued from Page 4 ea The Man Marked With an X Was the President of the Hungarian Botshevik Cabinet humanitarian considerations— in part spon- taneous, in part forced—submits to r forms, but endeavors continually to main- tuin the wage system intact in its essential features while making concessions tending to alleviate the obvious evils. With these movements communists have little sym- pathy. We do not, of course, oppose such legislation; but we regard it as purely ym} tomatic treatment of social disease. he fundamental evil lies in the conception that labor is a commodity the price of which is determined by the law of upply and demand **Between the modern industrial state, with its numerous protections and safe- guards of labor, and the state of communism are a number of gradations that might seem to offer a basis for modifications. Re form is a question of psychology, and many sincere reformers prefer to secure a forty per cent reform at once rather than struggle fruitlessly for years for a ninety per cent reform. These mid-stations between the wage system and communism are not sharply defined; the boundaries overlap. Nevertheless, in the minds of many social reformers they represent tangible proposi- tions for consideration. “The first stage may be called profit sharing minor. Under such a system man ufacturing plants divide profits with their workmen in accordance with an agreed cale. If the workers are strong and indus- trious and the management wise this results in a high increase of returns to the work- men and yields to the management stability and freedom from strikes. As ordinarily unearned determina- applied it leaves to capital the 7 crement, control of patents, on of policy and investments and scope of acti vity. The word ‘profit sharing’ is, in- deed, little more than a camouflage name for high wages. “The more advanced stage might be termed profit sharing major. lere the workers are actually stockholders, with all the functions of stockholders in the election of directors, voice in the management and participation in unearned increment and ‘ — of patents. An illustration of major pr ‘ofit sharing is to be seen in the optical of Zeiss, in Jena. ‘“*Admirable as profit sharing appears to the workmen in the plants involved, the- oretically it represents no improvement over the wage system, because it merely en- larges the group of capitalists. Instead of a president, general manager, five directors and one hundred stockholders, we have the same number of individuals plus one thou- sand laborers. In your country there is much discussion of the evil of the great packing houses. This evil would not be re- moved if the packers shared with the labor- ers; the attitude of the consumer of meat and the producer of anim: is woul : remain the same. Profit sharing merely substitutes a large group of petty capitalists for a small group of big capitalists. This is all well enough for the workers in the particular plant; but it is of little importance to soci- ety outside of the plant, and especially to the consumer. There can be no consistent bookkeeping from such a viewpoint. Why should the man who kills the pig share in house Rumanian Soldiers in Budapest December 6, 19/19 OLSHEVISM La omen Se profits, and not the man ho raises the pig? ‘The next stage I will call socialization minor. By this we mean that certain large industries are nationalized, operated as municipalinstitutions: railways, coal mines, water works, plants for the manufactur of gas, electricity. Nationalization of such plants has frequently occurred from mo- tives outside of communism, because of the importance of ur interrupted operation of publie utilities, and in order to remove them from the field of strikes or politic: al ir terference. Such nationalization has usualiy had the result of lowering prices to ” con sumer; in the event of accumulation of profits these should be applied to the gov- ernment budget, with the result of lowering taxes. “The next stage we may term socializa- tion major, which many people confuse with communism. This means merely the extension of the principle of nationalizatior to industries whose relation to the publi is not immediate but remote. The war has taught us that banking and the dis tribu tion of foodstuffs can be nationalized. But in theory and method of appli ation it must be limited to such industries as employ skilled laborers. If we were to — all industries where the proce lure can be technically applied we yuld ciety, o vutside of the inte ;, into four groups: The veh nem industries, with their skilled workmen; agriculturists; the large mass of unskilled laborers; and civil servants. It is conceivable under such a system that the unsk no better off than the divide so- illed workers wou ire to day z Rewards of Merit ‘We aim to abolish the wage system an j private ownership of property. A_ true communism means a pooling of effort and a division of the returns. Our opponents have frequently misrepresented our views by the statement that communism proposed merely a pro rata division of national in come into the population, that it takes no account of differences in produc tive Capac ity, and i makes no distinction between ialities of mind and of hand. This is not e. From Karl Marx down, grading in uctive capacity s always been re« ognized; but this ¢ Ww must be based on actual production, not upon external control. “When once the holding of capital eliminated there will be no dil srading returns in accordance with distin: tions of merit. What passes for reward of nerit in the world to-day is largely capitalistic control. Thus most large insti- tutions compel all who are engaged in their employ to turn over any discoveries that may be made; and thus the institutions are perpetuated through the control of patent This is not reward for discoveries; it is merely an expression of the control of cap- ital, since the workers are engaged only on the condition that their discoveries revert to the employer. “Communism is not Bolshevism. munism implies a certain theory of indu try; Bolshevism implies also a certain type of government, dictatorship of the prole tariat. Communistic society could be a democracy or a representative form of republican government; or might cor ceivably be a monarchy. We Bolshevists believe in the soviet form of local govern- ment, drawn from the proletariat. The highest authority is frankly a dictator, who derives his ae not from the majority of the people but solely from the soviets. What form of government is best adapted due to Com- to carry communism into effect depends upon conditions in the countey pers ed. ee no reason why communism should t be adopted in the United States under a republican form of government; but that is impossible in Russia or Germany. W hether possible in France I do not know; probably more feasible in England than in France, despite the fact that the formal government of England is a mon archy. When astateswings from capitalism to communism the change in the form of government will be radical in proportion to the extremeness of type replaced; thus absolute monarchy in Russia passes to government by dictatorship and The monarchy did not pretend to represent more than a small minority; the soviet Continued on Page 133) sovie &

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motor trucks. ' . . The trucks used in this work are Wilson 2!/)- ton models. The trailers are adjustable in length, to meet varying lengths of poles. Eight to sixteen poles, from thirty to fifty feet in length, are hauled at one time, these tre- mendous loads being made possible by the combination of truck and trailer. A fleet of Wilson trucks with trailer equip- ment, sold by the Chas. W. Tway Co., Wilson distributors at Atlanta, to the Southeastern Division of the Postal Telegraph-Cable Co., has been engaged in a large construction pro- gram carried on by the Postal organization. As we have said before in the pages of The Saturday Evening Post, the continued and increasing use.of Wilson dependable motor trucks by the great corporations of the country 1s evidence of the highest order that Wilson trucks excel. In Georgia, Alabama, Virginia, South Carolina and other southern states this big work has been progressing, and the people of these states have gazed in wonder on loads of telegraph equipment that they had never before seen

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| | | ee eee (Continued from Page 130) does not pretend to represent more than a small minority. But in a country of liberal institutions like the United States there is no reason why communism could not be introduced without any radical change in government.” Q. “If the soviet represents but a small minority, why do you consider it proper for them to have seized the reins of govern- ment?” A. “Because we desire to realize our policies. We do not strive for political democracy, but for industrial and economic equality. There is not a government in Europe that represents a majority, except in England, France and Switzerland; and even there the governments cannot be said to represent popular sentiment except in a formal sense. Governments usually repre- sent but a minority. Most of the devices of poli 5 ians and lawmakers are made neces sary by the fact that these are the instru- ments through which a minority rules the people. When the capitalistic minority controls society it suppresses revolt by police and a standing army. When a soviet controls society we do the same thing by means of a commission for combating counter-revolution. You call this terror- ism; but from the pi lt se of the proletariat it is identical with the terrorism of the police in a capitalistic state.” Unbridled Terrorism of Russian unregulated Q. ‘‘Has not the terrorism 1 been unbridled, Bols} evVl and revenge ful?”’ A. “‘During the first months it was not possible to control the bitterness of men whose sufferings had been extreme. But lately there are no executions except after trial and conviction. Of course the de facto government executes those who dispute it A for e. The total executions have prob- ably been little over five thousand—not many in such a large transformation.’ Q. “This = largely academic and re- me of what I used to hear in lectures irl Marx when a student in Germany thirty years ago. At that time practically all students of natural science, philosophy and art pretended to be socialists. It was, however, merely a form of armchair con- templation and was never resolved into action. Now in Central Europe we observe millions of people bent on putting into reality the speculations of two generations ago. Why, from your point of view, does a war-weary people, instead of seeking peace and the resumption of the life to which they were accustomed, stir up civil war and plunge into a type of social or- ganization that has never been tried out and promises to keep the people in turmoil for years?” A ‘Two things determined the people of Russia, and will « we rmine the peoples of Central Europe, to undertake communism, despite the fact that a people wearied by war and exhausted in material resources could not hope to achieve communism so easily or successfully as under normal circumstances. The first fact is lack of confidence in the previous forms of gov- ernment. Under these circumstances a minority of Bolshevists who believe in communism, who know exactly how to go about obtaining it and who are fanatical in their faith, are able to lead the majority, simply because the masses have lost faith in past leaders and are open to new leader- ship. This is one reason for the continuous agitation in Germany. The proletariat does not trust the present men in government and will try others in the hope of securing improvement. The second fact is still more important and fundamental. The people of these various countries know that their governments have expended thirty-five or forty per cent of the national we alth i in the earrying on of war. The countries are ma- terially destitute; public improvements have been neglected; the equipment of transportation has greatly depreciated; the equipment of industries and agriculture has been sacrificed to war; and enormous replacements will be necessary. If these restorations and the war debts are to be paid for in accordance with the present practices of ¢ apit alistic socie ty they will be paid for by the working classes. In other words, the working classes who fought the war will also pay for it. If the war debts are to be repudiated—as we believe they should be—if industry is to be reorganized and laws of taxation reformed in order that capital and not labor should bear the bur- den of the war, the time to make the change THE SATURDAY is now. The working classes feel that com- munism and communism alone will enable them to escape industrial slavery. The workman of thirty years ago had a rela- tively small motive for socialism; the workman of to-day has a supreme motive for socialism. Communism is for the proletariat of to-day a life-and-death Seeiiiian. If the victorious Entente is not able to secure from Germany such in- demnities as will lift from the proletariat of the United Kingdom, France and Italy a large portion of the war debt and enable the governments of these countries to avoid high taxation of the poor and accomplish a reduction in the cost of living, Bolshevistic agitation will appear in these countries spontaneously and independently of any Russian influence except example. In the final analysis it does not make any differ- ence to the worker whether this war was a capitalistic or a nationalistic war. The worker does not propose to pay for it; and this will prove as true in the countries of the victor as in the countries of the loser.”’ Q. “Do you think the Russian experi- ment has been successful enough to induce the proletariat of other countries to plunge into civil war? Do you not realize that the proletariat of other countries know that conditions in Russia to-day in food, cloth- ing, transportation and industries are the worst in the world?” “The proletariat of other nations are not convinced that the Russian e xperiment is a failure. The working classes know that capit il controls the press and that it is to the interest of capital to misrepresent verything in the Russia of to-day. What the workingman does know is that the cost of living is everywhere almost unbearable and that ultimately the cost of the war will be transferred from capital to labor. Of course the banks hold the war bonds; but in the final analysis these bonds will be liquidated with the products of underpaid labor.”’ Why Bolshevism Failed Q. “As a matter of fact, do you regard Bols ‘he »vism as successful in Russia? A. “Only partially; and the reasons for the partial failure are entirely outside of our control. We view the world largely from the standpoint of the consumer, not the producer. Communism and capitalism are merely modes of organization of the industry of the state. Capitalism would have failed in Russia at this time for the same reason that communism has failed; because we have not possessed normal con- ditions. Russia has been blockaded for two years. We have no cotton, rubber, nickel, tin; we lack many other essential raw materials. Our principal coal mines are in the hands of the enemies of the soviet government. Our railway equipment was ruined by war and could not be restored Under these circumstances capitalistic in- dustries would have operated no more successfully than communistic industries. We have unemployment because we lack raw material, fuel and transportation. We have suffered heavy reduction in agricul- tural production for the same reasons; and the distribution of foodstuffs has been enormously disturbed by the lack of coal, locomotives and cars. The government of the late Czar flooded the country with paper money. Kerensky did the same thing. The Germans poured into Russia huge numbers of counterfeit rubles which cannot be detected. The Bolshevists also have been compelled to print paper money. The natural result has been depreciation, though no worse than in Austria and Hungary. So far as our organization was not dependent on factors under the influence of the blockade our administration has been a success. We have better schools than ever under the Czar. We have free- dom of public discussions, in contrast with the conditions that obtained under the Czar. The Russian people have acquired a fraternal sentiment, a spirit of independ ence and self-respect never possessed be- fore. We have got rid of a subsidized church; whatever of religious spirit exists in Russia to-day is sincere and not formal. But of course no nation dependent on the outside world for essential materials can enjoy prospe rity or internal peace under military isolation. Take the figures of the import and export trade of Russia before the war. No nation can tolerate total cessation of trade, no matter what the form of government or organization of society.” Q. “But is the blockade alone to blame for the failure of Bolshevism?” EVENING POST “No; frankly, there is a second re Foot Brains are required in the running of industry. More brains are required in a transformation from an old to a new régime than in the aera we of the ac customed régime. We have lacked brains in the conduct of affairs in Russia because to a large extent the people of brains did not believe in us and would not work with us. Men skilled in finance, transportation, manufacturing, distribution, engineering and organization would not work with us or assist in solving the complicated problems of the new régime. We were compelled to put inferior men in positions of great im- portance. Not only did the brains of Russia remain passive; they were often in active opposition. Latterly this has begun to change. Men of large wisdom and ex perience are now coéperating with the soviets in the conduct of affairs in many directions.” @. ‘““Am I to understand that these men have become converted to your doctrines and codpe rate because they believe in communism? = “No; we do not require, on their part, belief in our doctrine. If an engineer is willing to offer the people of Russia his technical ability for the carrying out of a specific task the soviets accept his codpera tion without inquiry into his political con Victions.” “Ts it true that you have tried to create technically trained men in special scl i: “Yes; but without particular suc- cess, because the men of brains would not teach in the schools, and naturally the schools were not good; and in any event it was not possible to train men hurriedly. No; for a decade or two Russia must ex- yect to have her technical work in many ines done by men who are not in sympathy with the soviet government. I suppose it may be called a compromise on both sides.”’ Q. ‘““How do you pay these men? Are you able to maintain the widely heralded i ip le of equal wages?” ‘That was widely heralded by our canthalintie enemies. Communists have never denied that wages must vary with talent. Engineers and other specialists are now receiving high salaries in Russia, as high as ever they received before the war. They receive much higher salaries than the men in the government.” Q. “In other words, you have succeeded in getting them to return to work through the incentive of self-interest in the form of high salaries. Surely this is a compromise with your doctrine.” ‘Yes, that is a compromise. But wise men know that reforms are not to be accomplished in one leap. We believe that the next generation of brains will serve Russia from motives of altruism rather than motives of personal gain.” Small Incentives for Brain Workers Q. “What do you allow these men of large earning capacity to do with their in- comes? ‘They must either spend, or hoard, inve t, or send valuables out of Russia. When they die will their children inherit? It seems to me your whole doctrine is tested by the relations of the communistic gov- ernment to these men.” A. “According to our most moderate convictions inheritance should be limited to a fixed small figure, accumulation of in- dividual property must not exceed a fixed small figure;' and of course transfer of resources out of Russia would not be per- mitted.” “Then it would seem that the only motive that a man of brains has for working for high income is the opportunity of a luxurious life at the moment. In my country we regard it as dangerous for a man toe arn a large income and to spend it all in luxurious living. Yet this is the only thing permitted to a man of brains to do with his large income Russia.’ ony 7 A. »: heha p tee ant oppor tunities for altruistic uses of hi come. We grant that the present situation 1 anomalous and is a compromise; but it is the only thing we can do, in the interim, until we can erect a new intellectual class and attain that development of altruism that will in- duce men of brains to work for other rather than for self. All over the world exceptional men give their best for nothing. Artist give their works to the people Physicians make new remedies free to mankind. Scientists have given great dis- coveries to the world. We are only trying 133 Remove Corns with Freezone A few applications of Freezone loosen corns or calluses so they peel off NY Apply a few drops of Freezone upon a tender, aching corn or a callus tor a few nights. The soreness stops and shortly the entire corn or callus loosens and can be lifted off without a twinge of pain. 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\RROW COLLARS Starched or good value, correct style and uncommonly long service Cluett, Peabody & Co. Inc. ~ Troy N. Y. THE SATURDAY Sooner or Later— a chip in his eye. He h was sure to get wouldn't wear goggles. like this don’t just happer workers who will : \ Clue nts” are caused—by goggles and by employers who do not furnish the proper kinds of goggles. Willson Safety Flange Goggles appeal both to the men who wear them and to T he y pro ty and com- the employer who furnishes them. vide the greatest measure of safe fort There are Willsons for every kind of hazard. Write for detailed information. T. A. WILLSON & CO., Inc., Reading, Pa. Makers of Optical Goods Since 1870 Canadian Office, 23 Scott Street, Toronto Devon soft. afford. with — Se EVENING POST to have all individuals of exceptional ca- pacity do what a limited number have done in the past. 7 @. “What is the most imperative thing for Russia, and for communism in Russia, at the present moment? A. “Establishment of peace; lifting of the blockade; and restoration of trade re- lations with the world.” Q. “Suppose peace were declared to- my, would you cease propaganda?” “In an organized manner, at once. x. ‘of course socialists all over the world have the right to come to Russia, study our system and return to their homes and attempt to bring it into oper: ation there if they have come to believe in it. (. “If the blockade were raised at once what would Russia do?” “Attempt to resume importation and ae yy ‘Se Q. “You have announced the repudia- tion of your national debt, domestic and foreign. Your currency is practically worthless outside your own country. How do you expect to import cotton and rubber, for example, from the United States and the United Kingdom? Do you expect, under the present conditions, to obtain cre reg outside of Russia?” ‘The authorities have agreed to rec- ognize the foreign debts under certain con- ditions. That again is a compromise, but it is a choice of evils. We must import if we are to live. Since we cannot import without obtaining foreign credits and can- not obtain these without guaranties to foreign bondholders, we are compelled to assume this debt.” Q. “Even though you agree to pay your foreign debt, in the present state of your currency and in the demoralization of your country, where do you expect to obtain credits? For illustration again, to buy cot- ton from the United States and rubber from the United Kingdom? Where will you secure money to purchase locomotives? Even if the foreign seiler had faith in your government he would still be compellei to regard Russia, for the time being, as bank- rupt.”” “That is true. And that has driven the soviet authorities to another compro- mise. In order to secure capital for essen- tial imports we must offer concessions to foreign capitalists, permitting them, to develop resources in Russia.” @. “In other words, the Russian Gov- ernment will grant foreign capitalists the right to build railroads, to operate mines, to cut down timber, to install power plants— in return for loans?” “Yes; something of that sort.” Principles Compromised Q. “Since concessions must include not merely such conditions as will cover the abnormal risks of a new business in a for- eign country badly demoralized in internal allairs, but also a loan to the government, is it not obvious that no foreign capitalist would engage in such an enterprise unless he were granted monopoly or other exclu- sive rights and guaranteed a profit large enough to be regarded as compensatory under the circumstances? ‘Will not this represent an exploitation unparalleled in the history of the world? Is this not an absolute break with your doc trin "5 ; ‘No; it is only a temporary com- promise to tide us over an impasse, the result of war and not the result of com- munism in Russia. I am sure it has taken a severe struggle to induce the leaders to agree to this, but there is apparently no other way. Unless there is someone in the outside world who has sufficient faith in us and in communism to extend us credits, then we must pay the price for credits. We appreciate also that capitalists of foreign lands will attempt to use this to break the back ~ Cg gery Q. “Will it not impress the people of Russia as being very remarkable that for- eign capitalists are to be permitted to en- joy concessions in the development of Russian resoutces that are not open to Russiz an ¢ ‘apitalists?”’ ‘Yes. But our people will under- stand that as ri ipidly as we recover our na- tional funds these will be placed in similar enterprises. The concessions to be granted to foreigners will be limited in time and at their expiration the developments con- cerned will be nationalized. It is all merely an ad interim makeshift, though confessedly and to our great regret a makeshift of cap- italistic design and quality.” December 6,1919 Q. “The foreign owners of concessions must of course be allowed to take their profits out of the country, otherwise they would not enter the country. Will the dis- tinction between what one group of earners can do with their income and another group with theirs not present an absolute and in- explicable contradiction? Will the people of Russia stand for such favoritism for the outsider?” A. “We shall have to trust to our ability to convince the people that this is merely a te rg iM bridge over the chasm of wé ar. z Q. “You say ‘we.’ Are you a Russian?’ A. “No; neither by blood nor nation- ality; but that has nothing to do with the situation, since we are all trying to cast off nationality and to reorganize Europe on the basis of class. We are citizens of a larger country.” Q. ‘You say the Bolshevists are only a minority in Russia. Who are the major- ity?” A. “The people who expect to lose under the system of communism. The proletariat minority gains equity; the majority loses inequity.’ Points of Resistance Q. *‘In the conversion of the Russian people to communism what points of re- sistance are met?’ “There are two especially. The “ :st is the peasant. The desire to own the land he tills is instinctive in the peasant. For generations the land problem has been a great problem in Russia. It has been solved, on paper at least, by the division of the crown lands and the large estates into nationalized tracts. The peasant’s instinct for possession of the land is in opposition to the communistic idea of nationalization of the land. Agricultural products represent the largest single group of products in the nation. Food is the largest single item of outlay by the consumer. If peasants with small holdings are to operate efficiently they must join coéperative societies. These coOperative societies buy agricultural sup- plies and machinery; they sell the crops and animals; they operate banks in order to facilitate their transactions. These agri- cultural associations can and do become monopolistic and oppressive; and the burden of their oppression falls on the con- sumer in the form of high prices for food- stuffs. In principle we see no difference between the nationalization of the land that produces wheat and the nationalization of the under-the-land that produces coal; in principle we see no ae: ‘rence in extortion in the prices of wheat by landowners and by coéperative societies of peasants. But for the present at least it is clear that we cannot maintain nationalization of the land; we cannot deny the peasants’ own- ership of land. We will limit the size of the holding. We expect to control the co- operative societies and their banks, to pre- vent a corner in grain and to secure that even flow to the cities that is indispensable in the feeding of the industrial classes. The peasant is an extremely conservative and ignorant individual and education will required to develop that degree of altruism necessary in a communistic society. Even- tually the majority will embrace com- munism.” Q. ‘What is the second point of resist- ance?” . “The second point of resistance is the instinct of ownership of the home. The family associates ownership of the home with normal family life. The parents wish to accumulate property and transmit it to their children. This is the result of cen turies of environment. In theory we would like to have homes owned by the state, to be occupied against a charge just sufficient to cover maintenance. In the cities ownership of huge tenement houses by capitalists has been the source of great oppression of the poor. The opponents of communism have di torted our views so as to make it seem that we wished to abolish all homes and have families live in institu- tions, the care of the children given over to the state, with the consequent disruption of family ties. This is not our program. We do not seek the socialization of chil- dren, which would mean the socialization of sex. The problem of proper housing is very important. In some ways hygienic and wsthetic housing would be advanced by private ownership of the home; in other ways advanced by the socialization of dwellings, certainly in large cities. If a modest limitation is set on the cost of the Concluded on Page 137

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2. = — Sa ee. ee (Concluded from Page 134) habitation the question of nationalization of dwellings ceases to be one of importance, But we must protest against the distortion and perversion of our views on family life that have been spread broadcast. Q. “‘Do you regard Rumania and Serbia as fields ripe for Bolshevism?” A. “I donot wish to express an opinion.” Q. “Do you regard the situation in Bavaria as an expression of the impulse to aay ag eg : i ‘No; at least, only in part. The Ba. avarian situation is very complex. There is a truly communistic movement, but there is so much else—antagonism to Prussia; opposition to the Weimar govern- ment; influence of the clerical parties and personal bitterness over the death of Eisner. Really one cannot judge of the probable outcome in Germany because of these confusing factors. Kautsky, Bern- stein and Auer are able, but not consequent. Haase, Eisner and Laudauer represent a movement more consequent, but ineffec- tive because erratic. For Ebert and Scheidemann we hold only contempt.’ Q. * ‘W hat of German Austria and Hun- gary? ae ‘Viennais helpless beforethe Entente, because of her absolute dependence for food. Vienna is a decadent city and con- tains very few people who are willing to starve for an ideal. In Hungary conditions are very much influenced by the national- istic reaction. The Hungarians are proud, independent and virile. There is a large and truly communistic group in Budapest. The feeling in the country is one of great bitterness over the boundaries. Hungary can easily revolt; and of course every revolt affords opportunity for revolution, which in the present circumstances tends always in the direction of communism and the soviet form of government. Bauer is a traitor to the masses; but Bela Kun is a true pupil of Lenine.”’ Q. ‘How about slovakia?” Poland and Czecho- Aspirations of the New Nations A. “These are new nations that are looking forward and their national aspira- tions run high. Patriotism has always been the illusion through which the capitalistic class has exerted control over the masses. So long as these new countries are appar- ently on the road to success in the estab- lishment of their independence communism will not make headway there; but if the new governments should not be able to solve their problems of economics and industry they will inevitably go Bolshevistic. In our opinion Poland should assume her share of whatever debt the Russian Gov- ernment assumes. The same holds true of Czechoslovakia. Under these circum- stances the road of the new nations will not be easy. Of special importance for these states is the reéstablishment of their textile industries. They face also the im- portation of new materials; but they pre- sumably will be able to secure credit on much easier terms than Russia, In a cer- tain sense these states are to be classed as they class themselves—with the winning side; but if reorganization should appear impossible, for even a brief space of time, the consciousness of communism in the proletariat of these states will overcome the fetish of nationalizz ation, and Bolshe- vism will be the result.’ Q. ‘What do you know of the Industrial Workers of the World of the United States : : A. “Nothing, except by hearsay. They are. dndividualistic in their methods, and that leads nowhere.” Q. ‘You know that in the United States the employer of to-day is the employee of yesterday, that the middle class is daily recruited from the proletariat?” A. “‘Only in theory, in the experience of Slavi ic emigre ants. But all that means little. Communism is the only equitable system of society. The impulse to communism in a particular country depends on the contrast between those who have and those who

THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 137 lack, those who enjoy and those who suffer. As I understand the situation, each year these contrasts become more marked in your country. If you escape now the fever of European communism, the movement will develop later as spontaneous revolt against the exploitation of the proletariat. We regard the middle class as worse than the so-called upper class, because the latter isa small group of luxurious consumers.’ Q. “It seems to me that in your em- phasis of the negative side of the social problem—the contrast between luxury and suffering—you fail to measure fully the positive side. The progress of the world from century to century in thought, inven- tion, improvement, development and or- ganization has been the accomplishment of a relatively small number of men. Do you not agree that communism, unde rany form of government, cannot succeed unless society continues to make comparable ay vik Ya “Yes; and we are convinced that ae. communism society will make greater progress than under capitalism.” Who Holds the Bag? Q. “You believe the small ane of men upon whom accomplishment largely depends will work as hard without the in- centive of a personal relation to their achievements? Will farmers work as hard in order to give to society as to sell to soc ie ty? 2 “It is all a question of altruism; the love of others must replace the love of self. Christianity has failed because its followers abandoned the communism of Jesus Christ. The sun, the sky, the earth and human effort are the sources of all production. The | sun and sky are free, made free, and human effort must be con- secrated to the welfare of humanity, in the same manner as the sun shines upon all men. This states the viewpoint. Communism as applied in Russia and Hungary has failed. The Bolshevistic régime engaged in the redistribution of wealth—in accordance with a more or less pro rata division of na- tional wealth and gross income— on the as- sumption that production would continue the earth must be | as usual and distribution follow as a mat- | ter of course. This outcome did not eventu- ate. The proponents of communism state the view that breakdown of production and disorganization of distribution in Rus- sia and Hungary were due in part to war, in part to shortsighted and inexperienced application of the principles of commu- nism. The opponents of communism state the view that breakdown of production and disorganization of distribution will inevi- tably follow on‘communistic redistribution of wealth and standardization of living, give n human nature as it is, since the driv- ing forces of individual initiative are elim- inated. The communist is beginning to wonder whether the chances of success for his doc- trine have not been nullified in Russia and Hungary by the coexisting experiment of the soviet government. The proponent of sovietism is beginning to wonder whether the workings of the new governmental idea are not crippled by the coexisting experi- ment in communism. Since they are not necessarily connected, it would have been better for human experience if they had been tried out separately. Communism came primarily from the industrial worker, sovietism from the landed worker. It may not be long before the communist and sovietist will stand facing each other to determine who is holding the bag. But it is already apparent that it is communism that has failed. It will be best to describe first the march of events in the development of radicalism in European countries since the Russian revolution in the spring of 1917. We shall then be in position to analyze the reasons for the failures to achieve the results so confidently predicted. Editor's Note—This is the first of a series of arti cles by Doctor Taylor an early issue The second will appear in

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The trouble about telegraph and even cable communication heretofore has been that certain countries have con- | trolled both wires and cables and could easily, as a national emergency approached, delete or delay messages passing through their respective domains. And it is pre- cisely in time of emergency or interna- tional crisis that the cool and thoughtful flow of public opinion should not be | stemmed. It is on such occasions that the | war party or the jingoes or the militarists apply themselves to prevent news that might assuage passion from reaching an inflamed people. It is then that an un- | scrupulous government can distort opinion, bring about war and an era of destruction. Three years ago something happened in Northern Mexico which might easily have brought about war if the Government of the United States had desired a pretext to conquer Mexico or if our Government had been controlled by militarists of the Ger- man type. American forces under General Pershing were on Mexican territory to ward off further border raids and to apprehend Villa if possible. A scouting party of Amer- ican troops went beyond the Pershing lines, though it had been agreed that no advance was to be made while pending questions | were adjusted by diplomatic means. Amer- ican and Mexican troops engaged in a skirmish at Carrizal and it was claimed in newspaper reports that the American forces were treacherously ambushed. American public opinion was inflamed. Many people wanted Mexico cleaned up then and there. Irrespective of whether it would have been a good thing either for Mexico or the United States to engage in a war at a time when Germany was doing all in her power to stop the flow of munitions from the United States and divert American attention from possible assistance to the Allies, it so happens that official reports on that Carrizal incident didn’t call the affair an ambush. The United States Government endeavored to settle the dispute by means of a joint commission. Was the American Government convinced that the Mexicans started the fight and that the American troops were in nowise to blame? If it had been there might have been a war then and there. How War Fever Breeds America and Mexico have many scores to settle, but the Carrizal incident is cited here because many people still believe it was a good excuse for a war with our southern neighbor and that our troops were wholly right. Captain Boyd, who led the Amer- ican company, was killed. Yet from the pen of another officer, who wrote a report at a time when he thought death was inev- itable, enough information came to cast doubt upon the first reports. Many an un- disputed case of unprovoked attack on unarmed American citizens resident in Mexico has occurred which under similar circumstances has often been made the basis for military action by other nations. But as for Carrizal itself, could it be called a legitimate cause for war? There are dozens of Carrizal incidents about which the public in Europe never gets the facts—or gets them when it is too late. Month after month a constant flow of poison from one country to another is prop- | agated by parties interested in fomenting | trouble or in attaining political power by proving that the incumbent government is not patriotic or sufficiently alert to the national interest. Only unbiased, untainted sources of in- formation and a free press in all countries will prevent the sowing of war germs years in advance of the actual conflicts. But so long as governments control news agencies and cable and telegraph lines, so long as by preferential rates and other means of in- timidation or interference they can prevent the reports of foreign correspondents and other neutral observers from getting to the outside world as quickly as colored versions, seeds of passion will be planted and war fever bred. 2 It is not merely in international politics but in domestic politics as well that the flames of war are kindled. Not many years ago the American people recognized it as an imposition to have advertisements for com- mercial houses printed in our newspapers as reading notices. Laws were enacted compelling newspapers and magazines to label plainly “Advertisement”’ all contri- butions paid for, by persons outside the editorial staff of these publications. Some states required the names of persons or or- ganizations paying for political advertise- ments, for instance, to be printed along with the contributions, The public refused to be deceived. But there is no law to-day to prevent the publication of editorials or other matter distributed by a political organization and palmed off by a publication as its own product. Of what possible relation can that be to war? Aren’t party organs inevitable and what harm can they do outside the country? Proper questions, these, but if the political parties confined themselves to domestic questions it would make no dif- ference what editorials were printed. But when to gain party advantage the national committees of the two leading political parties in America conduct a propaganda on foreign questions, then it is time for the American reader of newspapers to ask whether the editorial opinion he reads is made in Washington or written legitimately by the man who owns the newspapers or by the staff in his employ. Pernicious Politics It has become the practice of both the Democrats and the Republicans to send out constantly from their national headquarters reams of editorial material prepared for in- stant use by the smaller newspapers of the country. The lists are carefully compiled and the Republican National Committee sends out Republican propaganda to Re- publican organs and the Democratic Na- tional Committee sends out its line of policy or attack for publication in a selected list of Democratic newspapers. Many inde- pendent publications refuse to receive such material, but nevertheless an altogether astonishing number of newspapers print these canned editorials and news stories. If the Republican and Democratic Na- tional Committees were composed of elder statesmen with a finely balanced sense of international or even national interest we would not find foreign policies or the rela- tions between ourselves and other nations made the butt of attack or defense, as the case may be. But national political com- mittees are not responsible to the people. They are sustained by the financial con- tributions of sets of men interested in the success of the one or the other political party. Writers are hired to write publicity matter, which is widely distributed. They call it publicity, but it is really propaganda. Examine the printed sheets given out by either of the political committees weekly from their national headquarters and see how many newspapers print the material identically as it is sent out with biased headlines, partisan twist and colored facts. Both sides do it. But what is the effect on American public opinion if one political party takes it upon itself to spread distrust of Japan, to sow the seeds of hostility just because the head of the other political party happens to be for the time on the other side of the ques- tion, attempting to bring about a reconcili- ation with Japan? What is the effect of a Republican defense of Italy’s position in Fiume just because the President takes the other view? And what is the effect of a constant apology and defense by the Dem- ocrats of everything in the Administration's Mexican policy when American lives and property are woefully disregarded below the Rio Grande? When political parties endeavor to keep America’s viewpoint on foreign questions partisan they consciously or unconsciously spread germs of discord. Yet American political propaganda is tame compared to the methods used by the masters of Euro- pean intrigue. To upset a ministry, to overthrow a cabinet is the game of the am- bitious always, in Europe as well as in Continued on Page 141 ee PSS SH

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——— EO —— eee te cer _ oes > » munication, Continued from Page 138 America. If the road to power is to lie through an appeal to national passion in- ternational relations will always be kept stewing. Moreover, speeches in the American Con- gress attacking other countries are cabled across the ocean just as are the outbursts in foreign parliaments affecting us. It is always the opposition to another country’s polic les that makes more sensational news than agreement. And all too fre quently the cables, because of the expensive tolls, carry only the texts of these bitter partisan out- bursts and rarely an explanation of the internal politics so that public opinion abroad is not offended but is able to judge in true proportion the value that should be attached to a public speech. So ‘vhatever way we turn we see the barrier to friendship is international com- A little information is better than none, but too often inadequacy of in- formation gives rise to wrong impression and does incalculable harm. Governments responsive to public opinion tirnidly take their cue sometimes from headlines inspired by national selfishness. Fragmentary cable dispatches have done more to embarra negotiations between countries which might otherwise have led to an amicable and early adjustment of disputes than can be calcu- lated, for all over the world means of com- munication between peoples have been woefully insufficient. We have advanced beyond the stage at which a battle is actually fought, as in 1815, long after peace has bee n signe od. But be- fore steamers carrying mails can reach destinations far distant, before newspaper opinion of one continent can be fully read and digested by the newspaper commenta tors of other countries, much that is mi leading and mischievous has been printed. Anybody who has an intimate knowledge of the De partment of State of the United States or the foreign offices abroad will tes- tify that diplomacy is concerned almost as frequently with the impression created by the press regardless « f the facts as it is with the impression actually to be derived from a study of all the facts when available. That is why so many statesmen have been led into the error of thinking that diplomacy should be conducted behind closed doors and far from the prying eyes of the press. There are public officials in this country and abroad who would defend censorship even in time of peace if they dared think public opinion might support them. The true test of wl hether secrecy, however, or frankness is the better way to conduct diplomatic relations is the amount of harm done by each. Irritating and malicious a have been some of the manipulations of diplomacy conducted in the open, they are not to be compared with the harm done by the in trigue and connivance in private of individuals clothed with responsibility. Too often have the latter been persuaded to put material above moral interests in foreign affairs, The Safe Middle Ground There is a middle road between the two methods. Nobody expects two men who want to arrive at a contract to talk in full view of competitors. Yet when that con- tract is made and is taken back to the te spective firms for signature there ought to be no hesitancy about showing the docu- ment to every body who is going to be con- cerned in carrying out the pledges or pro- visions of the contract. A reasonabie length of time for negotiation can be given, pro- vided the ends of justice are not de fe ated in the end by the making of international agreements over which the people have no power of revision or change. In the long run open diplomacy isn’t going to mean open doors at all councils of foreign ministers or ambassadors. Public business, domestic or foreign, can’t be con- ducted on the public highways—for one thing, the noise of the street traffic is dis- concerting, let alone the crowding of the solely curious. Open diplomacy is going to mean access by the press of one country to the facts about the thought and public affairs of another country and unimpaired means of communicating these facts to other countries geographically near or far. But that is only half the problem. Sup- pose everybody in the United States, for instance, fully understands all the details of a possible misunderstanding with Japan. Everybody in America sees the merit in our Government’s contention. All the facts and explanations and background are THE SATURDAY published, so that there is no doubt among us of what the right is. 3ut how about Japan? In the first place, where do the newspapers of Japan get their information? They maintain Japanese corresponde nts in Ne ow York C ity. These men cable only a small amount of matter, because tolls are very high—something like a dollar a word. So when a man gets up in Congress and says something very anti- Japanese it’s hot stuff, in the parlance of even Japaneee scribes, It matters little that someone else gets up in Congress and takes issue with the anti-Japanese speaker. It matters little that the Gov ernment itself assures the Japanese Ambassador that the views expressed are not in accord with our own Government’s attitude. The fact is that the Japanese press prints the cables of its correspondents and millions of Japanese get their impression of American opinion that way. I selected Japan as an illustration only because of the geographical distance be- tween the United States and Japan and because of the difference in language be- tween the two peoples. As a matter of fact, what the Japanese correspondents send to their newspapers is very much the same kind of material that is sent by the corre- spondents of British and French and Italian newspapers— it is the attack, the note of discord, which is recorded, and rarely the note of accord. The Output of Sensational News Possibly there is something wrong with the news point of view. For instance, millions of men in our ¢ — live happily with their wives—that’s not news. A minority in each cememeaniag do not live happily. Their affairs, especially if they be prominent persons, are recorded in the press. Divorces are news when the princi- pals are prominent. Yet no newspaper inks it pertinent to record the instances of a happy married life among persons equally as prominent. The same is true of Many newspapers in Latin-Amer- i th ive aw smpnt that New York City is pe opled mostly with gunmen. Long cables hs id been sent to South America telling of spectacular murders and rows in the metrop- crimes. olis, Which gave color to such a supposi- | tion. Nobody thought to cable anything about the vast majority of the population who lived in law-abiding happiness. But supposing the correspondents of foreign newspapers resident in America or the American correspondents resident in Europe were discriminating and did care- fully keep in mind the sensibilities of nations; supposing they could somehow squelch the sensational of their number who sometimes set the pace and make it neces- sary for conservative correspondents to spend their time running down wild rumors and setting at rest doubts and misgivings produce d by those sensational stories; sup- posing the desire existed to keep interna- tional relations well balanced in respect of the news--suppose the rule of reason instead of the rule of passion were supreme. Would that solve the situation? Hardly, for it is in the lack of means of communica- tion that the danger lies. Cable tolls from Europe to America are comparatively low—the press rate is only twelve cents a word from England to the United States, whereas it is more than a dollar a word to countries in the Far East. Both rates are prohibitive. Both rates mean fragmentary news, and that means virtual isolation and stagnation for all those influences in every country which seek to operate against war and in favor of reconciliation and peace. The wireless, however, may bring us the answer—so may the airship. If dirigibles can cross the ocean in three days they can draw continents together. Three days delay will not hurt carefully analyzed stories of public sentiment abroad. Edito- rial opinion will still be unimpaired by a lapse of three days. And more and more news will be sent through the air by wireless. This will help especially in the Pacific, where the chance of communication by dirigible is still of doubtful efficacy. Wireless across the Pa- cific will be a Snaeiaiee advantage. It may mean the difference between what cer- tain people are constrained to believe is an inevitable conflict with Japan and what certain other people believe can become an inevitable era of peace. 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The war proved r: Our own Govern- ment, through the Committee on Public Information, sent out daily many thousand words, much of it going by wireless to dis- tant parts of the earth. It was entirely devoted to America’s viewpoint in the war and our military and naval preparations. It was an educational campaign carried on through the air. And for the most part the full texts of speeches by President Wilson to Congress or the texts of important announcements by government officials re- lating to our effort were carried to the four corners of the globe. When the morale of the French people was sagging it became necessary to send even into France many thousands of words daily about what America was doing. Peo- ple read about the effort of America from South Africa to South America, to New Zealand and from Japan to India, toIceland. Such propaganda could not properly be } carried on in time of peace by our Gov- ernment. Party politics would make it im- possible in the first place, and the American people wouldn’t stand for it in the second place. But other governments have carried | on such propaganda in times of peace, and some of them are continuing to-day the campaign of words they carried on during the recent war. But this will not long continue. And our own Government, which has ceased to send propaganda abroad, is now debating the question of arranging to throw open its wireless facilities to the press on a commer- cial basis —that is, government stations will send the press matter submitted to them at rates fixed so low as to be within the reach of all the newspapers hitherto inter- ested in getting foreign cable news and many that on account of the high toll rates have not dared to be interested. The Government would retain control of the wireless stations, even though it re- linquishes control of domestic telegraph, largely because the wireless is an inter- national means of communication affecting | the efficiency of our fleets and our national defense and largely because the wireless in most other countries is under government supervision. This is because governments must regulate the use of the air by inter- national agreement and enforce their control and because there is always the possibility that some private companies may easily be controlled by foreign owners and discrim- ination against American interests thus practiced. But even questions of supervision have not been finally settled at this writing. Probably the League of Nations, too, will find this as well as the ownership of cables a point to be threshed out before we can | be assured of accurate news gathered by correspondents under no influence what- | soever by government intimidation through control of facilities. Control of public opinion is indeed the big factor in preserving peace. Exposure is the best way to frustrate plots conceived in private. Publicity has killed many a scheme simply by letting the people of the | world with conscience know what is up. Literally and figuratively we find the an- swer in the air—dirigibles, airplanes, wire- less—new and cheaper means of communi- cation. There will be peace in the next generation only if to the troubles of the world can be applied constantly, incessantly and without restraint the cure that has been tested inside democratic countries and ~. December 6, 1919 can work equally as well outside, wherever, to be sure, the processes of public opinion are permitted to operate at all—namely, the air cure. Barney KNEW that spring had come to-day. I did not need the scent Of leaf smoke hanging keen and sweet above the Weston ways, Nor reddened catkins carpeting the beneath my feet, Nor young leaves misted golden-green against the warm blue haze. I did not need the robins’ call, nor red-winged blackbirds’ trill, For sudden through the quiet street an old tune drifted down. Beneath the arching maple boughs lingers still, For Organ-grinder Barney is back again in town. roads it lingers, war, nor nations’ weal or woe can change his wonted strain. Forgotten are his melodies younger ears. But, ah, to me each fleeting May, the old notes come again Like golden keys to that lost gate across the years. Not unknown to that leads “Oh, don’t you remember Sweet Alice, Ben Bolt?” croons distant, and I se The primrose light of pringilens dusks, / crib pillows cool and sweet, A robin’s drowsy twilight chirp that threads the blinds to me, And through the dimly lighted rooms my mother’s tiptoe d fe el. “Little Annie Rooney" sings within a garden oli That shimmers in the summer heat and hums with droning bees All bannered bright with hollyhocks and strewn with marigold, Whose bitter perfume drowns the path at every lazy bree we; I feel the onal of sun-warmed earth, the sun upon my hair Ah, thus old Barne y weaves his spe ul be- neath a ——— sky! And so I stand and smile and dream at each familiar air, Till close there steals on wistful feet the child that once wa 7 She knows so much, that slim child, that I can never k now! Her ears are tuned to secret things that I can never hear. But Organ-grinder Barney from the Land of Long Ago Has put her small brown hand in mine a moment, warm and dear. Not all the years have brought to me nor all the years can bring Can stir my heart to happiness, or hint of paradise . As when across my windowpane some blue- bird day of spring, Old Barney wakes the past for me beneath blurred Maytime skies. ° I knew that spring had come to-day. not need the sight Of gold and purple crocuses that wakened with the dawn, marked the scarlet tulips’ looked where overnight The dandelions’ net of gold was flung across the lawn. I did not need the blackbirds’ the robins’ call. I saw a shapeless overcoat and battered hat of brown, Anancient organ, full of tunes that was al And Organ-grinder Barney again in town. Martha Haskell Clark. I did Nor flaunt, nor trill nor heed ;, time-mellowed, back was

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST =F = have been many popular false alarms yt~ of course COFFEE is wholesome Time was when many good people were affrighted by an eclipse of the sun. They thought it meant the end of the world! Of course, we all know differ- ently now. Coffee has been in use for five centuries. And it has never been eclipsed in popular favor. But even as the sun, coffee has been subject to many false a/arms. Just as nervous people start at a sudden sound, there are some similarly affected who believe that coffee isn’t ‘“g0o0d”’ for them. Millions of healthy, strong, normal people drink coffee in moderation. They find it soothing, comforting, sustaining, nourishing—and healthful. The growing, roasting and marketing of coffee is one of the world’s greatest industries. From Brazil alone we import between 800,000,000 and 900,000,000 pounds a year. Despite the fact that false alarmists and temperamental extremists have assailed coffee, it has become the uni- versal drink of this great level-headed nation. It is Na- ture’s gift. Simply be sure that you drink Coffee needs no apologist. good, pure coffee. SIGNIFICANT— Doctor Valentine Nalpasse, of the Faculty of Medi- cine, of Paris, says:—‘‘Coffee vitalizes the muscles, animates the cir- culation, facilitates digestion and makes intellectual work more easy.”’ Copyright 1919 by the Joint Coffee Tra CORFFEE-Out Favorite Drink Publicity Com

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ee — gaa aetna The Story of a Plainsman N OCTOBER 1, 1919, at Topeka, Kansas, there passed away one of the best known of the old-time plainsmen now remaining in the public notice—C. J. Jones, usually known as Buffalo Jone He died at the age of seventy-five, after a life full of varied and interesting experiences Jones was born in Illinois in 1844, but spent a good part of his middle life on the plains, where for some years he was en- gaged in the old-time nefarious business of kin hunting among the buffalo herds. He was a good shot and an energetic business man, though probably he killed no more buffalo than a great many other skin hunter He always had considerable na- tive ability and considerable facility in and was never averse to Something of a grand- ost of the surviving ona s of late years publicity matters the — stander, like n me n who got into our picture he « liscovered in the early ’80’s the sudden nterest which the Eastern country was taki g in its old-time Western men. After that he carefully posed himself where it would do him the most good. Rather a vain in, but always one of tremendous energy and of a wholly independent manner achieved a certain place not of American of thought, he without merit in the record outdoor life Early in the '80’s Jones conceived the idea of doing something to preserve the pecies of the American bison, which he had done his best to exterminate in his earlier years. Even then he was known as Juffalo Jones, Western Kansas being at that time still a land of nicknames. He organ- ized several expeditions into the Panhandle country, where at that time t he last frag- ment of the southern buffalo herd remained, with the purps of capturing buffalo calves and « abe hing a private buffalo herd. I think he made two expeditions be- fore the _— g of 1886. At that time he had in capt about half a dozen head of young bi iff: ilo. I went with him into the Panhandle cou itry and the Neutral Strip on his spring calf hunt of 1886. We found the remnants of the buffalo herd on the headwaters of the Canadian and took thirteen calves, of which eleven were brought out tothe railroad. On that rather risky hunt I saw enough of Jones to know that he was as good a plainsman and as good a hunter as any of the best. His sense of direction on the plains was perfect and r, while his resource- his energy was untiring fulness and independence of mind were lways apparent his collection was the nucleus of the Jones herd of buffalo, which had a very checkered career. Those were boom times in Kansas and the old plainsman’s visionary mind was full of scheme He was ne arly always in debt and nearly always was going to get rich. His hybrid buffalo product of the cross between the buffalo and domestic cattle he lled the ecatalo, and he became more or less famous on this account. Pur- 1ed by creditors, he shifted his herd from one place to another and sold it off from time to time Some specimens went to ld to Salt L: ke park I heard that he had some out in Redwillow County, Nebraska, at one time. Finally he wrote me that he had sold his entire herd to Charley Allard on the Flathead Indian Reservation Allard and Michel Pablo apparently com- bined their herds, for there were several hundred head offered to the United States Government by Pablo when he concluded he did not want any more wild buffalo. This Government refused to buy the herd. The Canadian Government did buy it and took up to Wainwright in Alberta all the members which it was ever able to round up on Pablo’s ranch. There may be a few head of the old Pablo herd left up there yet, for all I know. The Canadian herd now numbers 3500 head and is the largest in the world. Wainwright Park is than one hundred and sixty square miles in extent. It was left by the Do- minion of Canada to preserve beyond ques- tion the species of the American buffalo. I have no doubt that there may be in the Canadian herd at least some trace of the blood of the southern herd, where Jones got the calves which made his start toward f Europe, some were more fame if not toward fortune. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST OUT-OF-DOORS “Sys Some years after the Klondike strike Jones undertook to go up into the far north and bring out some musk-ox calves. With only one companion he set out from Great Slave Lake into the lone land. He got his calves—five of them—but the natives killed them one day, refusing} to allow them to be taken out of the country. The wonderful self-reliance of the man may be seen in the fact that he made hi musk-ox hunt wholly alone so far as native guiding was concerned, and with only one white companion. He explained to me how he ran by the compass and how he got back to his starting point within two or three miles. It was no wonder to me, for I had seen him hit our camp on the Canadian at night within a mile at the end of a thirty mile drive across the plains, and only one who has seen the plains at night can know what that means. Disappointed in bringing out his musk ox, Jones went on down the Mackenzie River in a canoe alone and practically alone ascended the Rat River, crossing the old Klondike portage and descending the Bell and Porcupine Rivers to the Yukon. In 1913 I myself saw his name carved on the Summit Tree at the crest of the most northe rly pass in the Rocky Mountains, our trails crossing strangely again. Alone and with almost no financial resources he caught a steamer, went down the Yukon to Nome and then almost perished in the sea voyage to Seattle. When I saw him he said there was nothing he wanted in the world so much as a piece of pie. Though he had failed in his musk-ox undertaking and so probably had lost the money of the backers who had sent him up there, he was not cast down, but was full of more adver- tising schemes to sell a book which he in- ended to write telling the story of his life Jones turned up as trapper of predatory animals in Yellowstone Park, where he was consulted as an authority on buffalo as well. Again we heard of him lassoing moun- tain lions along the Colorado River in Arizona. Absolutely fearless and with a native understanding of wild animals such ; few men ever possessed, he was always } oF some sensational thing. We next heard of Buffalo Jones with two or three American cowboys in the heart of Africa, where he undertook to take with the lasso all the wild animals which our other great sportsmen had taken with the rifle. He roped lions and all that sort of thing and even anchored a rhinoceros indeed did all sorts of foolhardy and im- possible things. We were now in the moving-picture days, and as Jones even at that time had no great financial resources he had again obtained backers for his African trip. The moving pictures which he brought back from Africa were not the best that have come out of Africa, but they were astonishing, because they showed the use of the American cow horse and the American rope in the hands of American cowboys in Africa. With these pictures such as they were—and some of his moun tain-lion pictures taken in the West, Jone went on the lecture platform and no doubt did fairly well in a financial way for a time. I saw him at that time and he was much the same old Jones. He had been fifty-five years of age when he went into the Arctic country, and he was far past sixty—almost seventy—when he went to Africa. Tall, spare, full of nervous energy, with the small blue eye of the American frontiers- man, Jones even then was an extraordinary figure and he surely had led an extraor dinary life. Apparently he never cared much for sport—I never knew him to take any interest in fishing or in small game and he would not kill big game at all except to eat. His bent was for taking captive large wild animals. Whether or not he did this for publicity purposes makes no difference this country never had his equal for big- game hunting with the rope and never will see his like again. I remember to have seen a photograph of Buffalo Jones, Buffalo Bill and Texas Jack, all tricked out till fare-ye-well in beaded buckskin shirts. Buffalo Bill, of course, was a showman and there was not so much in his personal life as a frontiers- man to win him glory as perhaps generally was believed by the publie which gave him the glory. Jones had the showman’s in- stinct also, but achieved less success. 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No G.800 | I brush in black Twinplex Sales Company | tee 1647 Locust Street, St. Louis | $7.50 235 Fulton Street, New York 591 St. Catherine Street, Montreal Winple | I have it, | curiosity shop for fair. EVENING POST on the curious love of the old wild West which long has been evinced by the Amer- ican public. Some of these old-time figures faked a little bit now and then, perhaps they were a little bit vain now and then, but after all they were human; and after all some of them were extraordinary human beings at that. My old-time friend, Buffalo Jones, was an extraordinary man. He came out of an extraordinary day that never will be repeated in any portion of the world. Old Thad Norris HERE are at least some anglers in the United States who will retain recollec- tion of Old Thad Norris, one of the fathers of fly fishing in America, a great and gentle soul, whose intimate knowledge of the out-of-doors of his time was exceeded by no living man of that day. Old Thad Norris passed away some time since and we read about him now only with the in- terest which attaches to a semihistorical character. But would you perchance be disposed to believe that so perishable a thing as an artificial - made by Thad Norris was in existence to-day? It is and an antique and a “veritable,” as the dealers say. Its story is rather curious. Mr. Charles C. Eliott, of Elgin, Illinois, ties artificial flies himself —once he sent me one which he had made with the few re- maining feathers he had of a passenger pigeon—a fly which cannot be duplicated to-day and which I cherish. Last summer he sent me a small salmon fly or sea trout fly, perfectly tied and in perfect condition, with the subscription ‘‘Made by Thad Norris.”” He wrote the following letter of e xpli ination: ‘Take down your copy of the American Anglers’ Guide by Norris and turn to his article on fly making and his pictures of flies. Compare this fly. You will note that he always made his salmon fly with gut loops and us fg ane ssy hooks. Iam lucky enough to have a copy of the Amer ican Anglers’ Guide which was owned by my father, and after carefully looking it over | am satisfied that this is not a bogus product. The proprietor of the store in Philadelphia where I found it told me that Old Thad Norris made this fly and I be- lieve he did. **At the suggestion of one of my friends last year I went to a restaurant on Walnut Street in Philadelphia for a shore dinner and on leaving the place I noticed this old gun shop. My companion knew the proprietor. I got in conversation with him and asked him if he remembered Thad Norris. This old-time dealer told me that Norris used to come to the store when he him elf was a little boy. “Shortly he spoke up and said: fly rod he re made by Mr. Norris some flies ‘I asked him how that could be, when Thad Nerrie had been dead for forty years. He answered that this store—which under another name had long been known in Philadelphia—was always known in that section of Pennsylvania, so that when an old sportsman died his equipment was often sent there to be disposed of. The old Norris rod and flies had been sent in in this way by the estate of an old Pennsylvania sportsman. “The proprietor dug round among a lot of old envelopes and found some very old ‘Lhavea and also r flies, some of them made by an old fly maker once in their employ who was named Pat Wardin. There was a little paper marked ‘Norris flies.’ This fly which 1 am sending you is one of the lot. ‘This old Philadelphia gun store is a On the second floor there is now a gun shop with modern ma- chinery. On the third floor old Pat Wardin had his shop. Pat died about ten years ago and the shop had been left just as Pat left it, with the dust of years piled on the bench and all the old junk lying round. I am myself a rod maker and this old shop was tremendously interesting tome. There were old brass reels, rod cases, boxes of moth- eaten feathers, a lathe and planes and forma which Wardin had used in his work. In a drawer were pieces of German silver and mandrels which he used in making his fe rrule s. “His salmon rods were made in fifteen strips and the enamel was glued inside instead of outside, which is the modern method of six-strip construction. The proprietor told me that Wardin made rods for many of the old-time actors, including | George Holland, E. A. Sothern and William December 6, 19/19 Florence. He also sent many rods to England. ; “The old proprietor of my antique tackle shop was a taxidermist. There were hundreds of specimens left from mounting which never were called for. In my travels about the United States I look up things that are of interest to an angler. This is by far the most interesting place I have ever discovered and I hope that some time when you are in Philadelphia you also will look it up and get some more information of old-time sport. “I sent the proprietor of the shop my check, and the Old Thad Norris rod is now in my tackle closet at home, together with one made by H. L. Leon ard more than thirty-five years ago and a greenhe: art done by Seri b ner, a New Brunswick maker, well known among the old-time who used to fish at the Grand Lakes in Mz ine. I warn you that should you visit this old shop you will feel like taking a bath ar id your clothes will need a visit to the cleaner.’ al nglers Old Man Hawken HO was Old Man Hawken? What were his initials? When did he live and when did he die? These are questions which I wish some one would answer in as great detail as possible. Of course we have all heard about the famous Hawken rifle made by Hawken, of St. Louis, back in the famous time of Kit Carson and the early plainsmen. These rifles were famous for their « - e- shooting qualities and their reliability, and Hawken—little known as he is to-da ; entitled to be called one of the most we 10US of all the American gunmakers We have been talking about the old Philadelphia gun shop and tackle store. Now what old gun store in St. Louis or any- where else can produce a genuine Hawken rifle? My old friend, Horace Kephart, about as good an outdoor authority ; America ever had and, indeed, perhaps the best, once owned a genuine Hawken. He gave it to the Missouri State Historical Society, I think, at about the time he him- self was librarian of the old St. Louis Mer- cantile Library. This is the only genuine Hawken of which I — any knowledge. I have mentioned the famous collection of old-time Kentucky rifles owned by a gentle- man in Des Moines, Iowa, but I do not re- call that he mentioned a Hawken in the collection. Now comes a gentleman of Portland, Oregon, who says that he has run across a rifle which he thinks is a Hawken. His letter does not seem altogether con- clusive. “If you love Ke ntuck y “es les we have something in common, he begins. “You say you would like to hear oon a Hawken rifle. I think I have it. About twenty years ago, in Santa Barbara, California, I traded a cheap revolver to a local gunsmith, or rather general tinker, for an old muzzle- loader just so that I might satisfy the crav- ing born of reading the Indian tales and incidentally have the gun surely has stamped in unmistakable barrel. The gun is as plain as it could pos- sibly be—no inlays or fancy wood or silver butt plate. But she balances like the wheel of a watch and surely will shoot. It had belonged to a well-known old family in the town where I got it, who were said to have brought it across the plains in 1850. There are also one or two nicks on the barrel and stock which were said to have been re- ceived in the Mexican War. I never had any idea that the gun was of any value from any standpoint of history or com- merce, a wall ornament. But ‘Hawken, St. Louis,’ letters on the Are there any other Hawkens lying round in the country anywhere and will someone tell us how to know a Hawken when we see it? I am not able to give that information myself. For instance, here is yet another letter from Ballwin, Missouri. “T have at my home from my forefathers. It is, I would judge, about .45 caliber, we ighs about ten or twelve eaaniin is of the percussion-cap type, has an extended shoulder piece and is inlaid with silver, There is an inscription on the silver plate on the side of the stock, but it has become almost obliterated by use. It has been my opinion for some time that perhaps this might be a Hawken rifle. If you can suggest any way by which I may determine whether or not it is I will appre- ciate it very much.” a rifle handed down

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eee THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE LAST STAND OF THE GIANTS (Continued from Page 9) There is a natu- Britain and trees that were giants when the Crusades began. There are trees that were great in girth and tremendous in al- titude when the MagnaChartawas signed, when Co- lumbus discovered America, when Shakspere was born. There are hundreds of trees that were bigger than any other trees in the world when the Declara- tion of Independ- ence was signed, trees that have serenely looked down upon the ral tendency, of course, to make them older than they are, and trees are commonly pointed out and said to be three and even four thousand years of age; but the best opinion is that the bulk of the adult trees range anywhere from four hundred to fifteen hundred years, with a great number that are indubitably a thousand and twelve hundred years old old enough to be older earth for five, ten, meer fifteen centuries and now they are making grape stakes, fence posts and rail- road ties of them! Do you know what a grape stake is? It isa piece of wood about four feet long, or five, and about three by two inches in size, sharpened at one end and used in the vine- yards of California to support the vines. The fence posts are about four inches square, possibly five, and the railroad ties of the usual size. The straight grain of the redwood admits of easy and nonwasteful splitting and the wood lasts long against rot. These great trees are felled—trees five hundred, eight hundred, a thousand years old — trees that are contemporaneous with most of the Christian Era—to be sawed and split into these trivial things. Moreover, these are trees that grow no- the last remaining giants of 8Y HERBERT W. GLEASON where else their race, Trees of Ancient Lineage They are the most splendid trees of all the world, the survivors of a forestation that harks back to the earliest ages and that covered what are now the polar regions and the temperate regions of North Amer- ica, Europe and Asia. Their ancestry can be traced for millions of years. Fossils have been discovered that definitely fix these trees as having antedated the glacial period for eons of time. They come down from the Cretaceous period, through the Tertiary formation of our continent. In the age of reptiles, millions of years before man and the higher animals of the present, red- woods grew in many parts of the world. The small forests now remaining are prac- tically identical with the forests through which these prehistoric monsters sought their prey. In California one specimen at least reached its present place before the glacial period of the earth’s formative pro- Since redwoods began to grow the American continent has been made and re- made by the hand of Nature; land has taken the place of water and water the place of land. The red- woods flourished when the great mountain chains were thrown up and stuck to life gallantly through all the mighty con- vulsions of Nature that sculptured and pressed and modeled the land into its present formation. Extending in enormous forests in many parts of the world, they gradually with- drew until in thi period they took their final stand the stand they are making now along the coast of California, and after combating all the forces of Nature cesses. PHOTO. BY HERBERT W. GLEASON Up Eet River From Scotia Bridge, Showing Primitive Forest and Cut-Over Land sturdily and successfully they are now being turned into grape stakes! The tragedy of it is infinite, and the pathos. The present habitat of the redwood is a strip of territory beginning near the south- western corner of Oregon and extending down the California coast to Monterey Bay, a distance of about three hundred and fifty miles, with an average width of ap- proximately twenty miles. The main red- wood belt begins in Del Norte County, California, on Smith River, and extends southward through Humboldt and Mendo- cino counties. The tree is at its best and in its primeval state in Humboldt and Del Norte counties, because lumbering opera- tions in those counties are of later date than elsewhere. These are not the only redwoods in California, but the largest and most per- fect forestation of them. There are a few in Oregon. Two areas have already been set aside for public parks the California Redwood Park owned by the state, and the Muir Woods, given by William Kent to the nation. To the south the Sempervirens Club has reserved a grove of them, and the trees at Santa Cruz are familiar to many tourists. But the redwood has reached its greatest development in the bottom lands of the Smith River in Del Norte County and along the Eel River in Humboldt County. Here these most mighty members of the plant family, these most magnificent of growing things have held to life stubbornly, in all their grandeur and dignity—until man be- gan to make grape stakes of them. As to the age of them there is varying testimony. It is probable that the bulk of the trees are from four hundred to fifteen hundred years old, but there are numerous trees that equal definitely the age of the other branch of the family, the sequoia gigantea, or Big Tree of the High Sierras. That is to say, it is held that the largest of the redwoods are two thousand years old. than any other growing in the world The size of them varies. They are not so large at base as the sequoia gigantea of things | greatest circumference. A redwood that is | sixty or seventy feet round at its base is a very large redwood, but there are plenty that are forty and fifty and sixty feet round. In height they are mostly between two | hundred and three hundred feet, more by | far approximating the two-hundred mark than the three-hundred. recorded is, or was—-it may have been cut down—three hundred and fifty feet high. Commercially, in the great forests on the bottom lands of the Eel and Smith rivers, where the trees are largely uniform in size, trees that contain from 125,000 to 150,000 feet board measure are not uncommon. There have been instances where two and one half million feet of lumber have been taken from an acre, and one tree, a giant of giants that was slaughtered to make lum- ber, produced 480,000 feet board measure, not including waste. The Foresight of Asa Gray So much for the size and age of them. As to the extinction of them—the fact that there will be no more of them after man has dealt with these—Dr. Asa Gray, the The tallest tree | great American botanist, so long ago as | 1872 foresaw what was coming and said ‘Seedlings of the great trees occur not rarely indeed but in meager proportion to | those of associated trees, and small indeed is the chance that any of these will attain to the ‘days of the years of their fathers.’ Few and evil are the days of the forests likely to be while man, both barbarian and civilized, torments them with fires fatal at once to the seedling and at length to the aged also. The forests of California, proud as the state may be of them, are already scanty and insufficient for her uses. Two lines such as may be drawn with one sweep of the brush over the map would cover them all. The coast redwood, the most important tree in California, though a million merous than its Sierras, is too good to live long is its value for lumber and its ac- cessibility that judging the future by the past— it is not likely in its primeval growth to outlast its rarer fellow species.” The redwood re produces not only by seedlings but by stump sprout The tree has no taproot but a large number of huge lateral roots that lie near the surface of the ground. Sprouts spring from these about On the South Fork the stump and in some instances times more nu- | relative in the | Such | 149 150, $400 a month, ant Work * at good pay? We pay hun- dreds of our workers a dol- lar an hour for spare time! For eight hours a day they earn 990.00 a week Let us tell you how your com- missions and salary as a rep- resentative of the Curtis pub- lications will equal $20, $50, even depending upon the amount of time you can give us. For full information mail this coupon vow. 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150 make for merchantable lumber How ‘ a 3} it or seedling that began fe at the tin the first white man saw a redwood would be but a puny tree now cor d ti o the mallest of its adult an cestors, “ena the process of lumbering practically destroys the chance of refor estation by natural processes. Following the saw and the ax the men who lt er the redwoods call in fire The great trees are felled one after ar other at the place of operatior rhen fire et and the branches and young tres i other hamper burned to facili tate the getting out of the log The redwood contair ttle resin and the I t firey f. Therefore the es set to clear away the young trees and the brane do small damage to ’ eat trunks. Redwood logs brought I @ mil ire blackened a but not damaged at all for commercial pur} ( A district in which the red W is have been loyged is far more de olate than an ordin: logged district for in addition to the desolation of tumps and shattered branches and the few and poor standing culls forlornly representing what was once a great sec tion of primeval woods the fire has black- ened everything, destroyed all the ver dure and left its hideous scars upon the stum; Tenacious as it is of life, the redwood seedling or sprout has small hance of pushing up through the lum- bered area The redwoods attain their greatest glory on the river bottoms along the Eel River and its confluent creeks in Humboldt County, California, and on the Smith River bottoms to the north. Here are forests of them hundreds of acres in extent that have as yet escaped the saw and the ax of the lumberman, though the advancing destructionists are upon them now. Last October I went up to Eureka and drove for miles along the south fork of the Eel River and up along Bull Creek. I have seen the big trees in the Sierras and those at Santa Cruz and in the Muir Woods and other forests in other parts of the worl l, but until I saw these vast forests of them, great stretches of giants standing as they have stood for centuries in their erene and majestic dignity, I fell far hort in my realization of the splendor of great growing thing lhe groves were the first temples, and man built cathedrals for man the cathedral impression has been the most common mental reflex in a place like one of these forests. But no cathedral that man could build, or has; of pillars or however great; no majesty, wonder of con- struction can or ever will even remotely approach the majesty of these redwoods. There are not only tens of trees that no series columns, dignity or have been growing upward toward the ky for from five to fifteen centuries, but hundreds of them, thousands of them. They stand in rank after rank along the bottoms, yards and yards round and towering far into the air. All is solemn and silent. The ferns of their prehistoric association cling about the roots of them and carpet the bene ath them The accumulated leafage and desiccated ground cones that have dropped for centuries make a carpet beneath them as noise le as wool, There is little bird or animal life Private Ownership The sunlight filters through the thickly interlaced branches and is dissipated into a sort of half twilight that adds to the solemnity and to the impressivene of the forest One feels impelled to re move his hat and stand uncovered be Less than the breadth of a the stump of one of them neath them hand across measures “the ordinary span of human life. Some of them were there when Saint Paul sent his epistles to the Corin- thians. Many of them were there when Egbert, first king of all England, as cended the throne. Scores of them were there when the Wars of the Roses be gan, and hundreds when the Spanish Arraada sailed. They antedate Colum bus, Cortés and Balboa. They were giants when Henry Hudson arrived or the easter? shore They had looked down on many centuries when Junfpero serra landed at Monterey And not two miles from where I first had my men whose lifetime will be ant compared to theirs were OOK at them but an i THE SATURDAY EVENING POST The Redwood's Humiliation —to be Split Up Into Grape Stakes felling them and cutting their great boles Monterey for which the wood was brought into grape stakes. It seemslikean obscene by sea from New York, and there were grimace at God Almighty. great belts of redwood just across the ba These forests are all privately owned, inand about Santa Cruz. More remarkable largely by great lumbering corporationsand than that, there was until a few years ago the remainder by individuals. Redwood, a house at Trinidad in the center of the as a lumber, has come into its own within greatest redwood forests for which the recent years. It is light, soft, straight- lumber was brought from the East. Pres- grained, not at all tough, but fairly strong ently the use of redwood lumber began, and and extremely durable. In the early days the San Francisco that was destroyed by of California, when there was not much fire was largely built of it. Now the good timber for building purposes available, red- qualities of the lumber are recognized and wood was considered almost worthless be- quantities of it are produced each year. cause of its lightness, softness and lack of Eureka and the other settlements of trength. The pioneers in the gold daysin Northwestern California were without rail- ‘alifornia Lowa ht lumber round the Horn communication with the outside world for houses in San Francisco and Oakland until a few years ago. Visitors came in by when there were redwood forests at that stage from Willits or across the mountains time within a few miles from them. There from the valley or by boat up the coast. is a house still standing in the city of Nevertheless, the great stands of redwood The Process of Lumbering Practicatly Destroys the Chance of Reforestation by Natural Processes December 6, 1919 timber were all located years ago and the work of manufacturing these mighty trees into lumber was carried on ex- tensively. One of the finest sections of the forest on Bull Creek was located by the Hon. Joseph W. Fordney of Mich- igan, now chairman of the Committee on Ways and Means of the House of Rep- resentatives, for example. Fordney, so the local tale goes, cruised every inch of his three hundred and twenty acres. Big lumbering companies were organ- ized and acquired tracts that had been individually located and tracts that they located themselves. Great sawmills were set up at Scotia and at other points and the redwood demand became enormous. Hence as these lumbermen had acquired these tracts of the great trees and had invested their money in machinery to manufacture them into lumber of vari- ous kinds, the lumbermen proceeded about their business methodically and with enterprise. The trees were theirs, lawfully acquired, and they began to cut them down. The original lumbering op- erations were nearest the lines of trans- port, of course, and at the outer edges of the forests. A traveler from Willits to Eureka on the train passes through a large and desolate acreage that was once covered, almost as the bottoms on the south fork of the Eel River and along Bull Creek are now covered, with trees that oftentimes measured sixty or seventy feet round their butts. The trees were so large that they were cut sometimes twenty or thirty feet above the ground—almost al- ways at least ten feet. Thus a lumbered redwood country is the most desolate and disheartening country imaginable, because the stumps, sticking high in the air, of enormous girth, give tragic testimony to the size of the trees that were felled and are blackened by the fires that were set to clear away the branches and top hamper after the trees were felled, A Unique Highway Lumbermen knew all about these red- wood forests and so dide the residents of that part of the state, as well as sports- men who went there to fish and hunt but until the railroad was extended from Willits to Eureka, which was only a few years ago, the tourist fand pleasure travel to the redwood country camel. tecently the California state highway system has been extended up the coast and through Humboldt County, ard the forests are now easy of access, not only to the people who want to see the red- woods and enjoy them but to the people who want to use them commercially. The state highway, following thesouth fork of the Eel River in Humboldt County, runs directly through a pri meval redwood forest such as I have so inadequately described. These great trees fringe the road for miles and the tourist ean look off into the dim recesses of the mighty stand of them or stop and walk among them. Noroad inthis world has so tremendous a setting, no high- way on this earth traverses a forest like that. The road winds in and through trees that area thousand years old. The great trunks of them rise in mighty majesty by the side of the travel path, forming a colonnade such as does not exist elsewhere and furnishing vistas be- tween and adown its magnificent aisles that are unique in all the earth and un- paralleled in splendor and glory. But a highway is not alone for pleas- ure travel. It has its commercial uses. Hence when the state road was built the men who owned or had leased tracts of this timber that stood along the road hastened to get their money out of it. The road gave them facilities for trans- port and distribution. It let their men and machineryin and brought their prod- uct out. Presently gangs of men began chopping into these great trees at vari- ous spots along the highway, and the result was that here and there along the south fork of the Eel, at places nearest the railroad, great gashes were ruthlessly cut into the forest, enormous and stately trees were felled, leaving the big and blackened stumps and the fire-grimed area to substitute for what was the most remarkable scenery of its kind known to man, I saw two or three of these operations along the highway not far from Dyerville We arrived at one clearing just as a big Concluded on Page 153 st - ae a ey iE TT STS ae ane at aan NEE .

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> Concluded from Page 150 redwood was about to die the death. It was an enormous tree, fully a hundred and fifty feet high and forty feet round at the base of it. The choppers, as is usually the case, had cut holes in the trunk near the ground, put horizontals in these holes and laid a platform of boards across the horizontals. They stood on this platform and were drawing the saw across for the last few time ‘How long before she drops? them. “Five minutes,”” one of the sawyers shouted, and we moved to a little rise by the side of the road to see the tree fall. The sawing stopped. The tree began to creak. The sawyers drove their wedges into the cut, skillfully directing the fall of the tree to the exact place desired, and after great groan- ings and swayings the giant toppled over and thundered to the ground, Seven cent of the of Nature thrown down by man in an hour or so! ““More grape stakes,"’ said one of the men with me Certainly the grapes of California should be f grapes, for the vines that produce them supported by stakes from the most ancient and the most lordly trees in we asked urles work ne are a)l t} ld ali tre woria We came to ispended., clearing, where The devastation was another work was s sickening. The land here slopes up from the road and ever} tree of cor sequence had felled 1 burned. The view down the ‘ f redwoods had been wonder- ¢ imn sunlight just before we ace, and here there came lot--like a defilement of a ilke an obscenity in a sacra- trucks bringing We passed takes and fence posts re piled in vast heaps assed heavy grape take yrape les we ment And all of them came eat trees, all were split in their ym the magnificent trunks of sail and majestic monarcns, re no criticism or blame to be e men wno are king grape cutting these stakes of them: ant to give the impression that takes are made from them. sawmills and finishing mills at the big plant lumber of all sorts from them, manufacturing it into lumber In some cases The uses of the ierous as its beauties are produce specialtie redwood are nul mar ifol . The men who are or have been cutting the trees along the state highway have ther money it este iin the trees and in the plants to manulacturl It is business with then erfectly legitimate business conducted in a perfectly legitimate way. The concern that is — due not be ius nese met! ire cutting Ul! tree ut be cause they have an oppor tunity to t el The conce I n the damage t i heel! lone alre tay b the ine ible destru tio? edwoods inle some eans for pre- erving them ca be found. Save the Redwoods Naturally owne , asthe trees are privately ad, tne trees must be bought fr men them if they are to be saved It om tne who ow! is quite and admirably true that the great lumbering companies of that country are in com- plete sympathy with the object of preserving a certain number of the trees, but they | altruistic cannot be enough toruin themselves and their shareholders by shutting up business and not cutting any more trees. They have invested their money in the trees and in the plants to render and willing to go a long way ing a certain but o retire them, they are toward preser number of the trees, annot be expected tft ‘ from pNusines without com- hemselves l the most agnificent forest in the world. The Federal Gov- ernment or the state of Cal- t t because Ln1s 1S these trees years an 1 years ago years ago the inevitable would THE SATURDAY EVENING destruction follow commercial ownership t t Fully f ity hat Wis pointed creasing Crover! out ince, ent ifornia should have looked out for the preservation of These are Trees That Grow Nowhere Else—the Last Remaining Giants of Their Race } POST Forest on the South Fork, Near Mouth of Bull Creek as beer but nei f ( ler Ut! t po ted out Fe 153 trees, and they « Wherefore, the or ly to buy them back teps to preserve the into private cor trol way to save them now 1s from the men who own them This was apparent for a long time to a small number of men who knew about the ime and is increasingly apparent to all men, that the new highway has made the redwood ible Therefore there has been organized the Save the Redwood League, with the double object of procuring a belt of the finest redwood trees borde ring the new state highway and eventually of obtaining a considerable body of the finest redwoods, probably to the north, for the establishment of a National Redwoods Park. The first half of the plan is the half that is of immediate importance, because the destruction has already begun. It is proposed to procure about twenty thou sand or twenty-five thousand acres of primeval redwoods bordering the state highway and along the south part of the Eel River and Bu outh roughly from Dyerville, and for that purpose the Save the Redwood working trees now acct | Creek, immediate League is The need was so urgent that citizens of Humboldt County contributed a fund, aided by some public-spirited men out side, of sufficient size to delay operations in places where these operations would be fatal to the completed harmon of the plan; and when I was there in most of the destructior tne highway had been stopped for the time and the men October along who owned the lumber were waiting ad justments. These adjustments must take the form of pure hase of course, because the men who are operating are operating either under a contract for the lumber of their owner hip of right or by virtue the land and tree rhe great lumbering N companies were showing no disposition to be arbitrary in the exercise of their prop erty rights and were waiting the result of the movement and willing to operate cordially and helpfully and the chance eemed good that the plar | | out sati The Men Behind the Movement However the few operation read n hand are inconsequential compared to the operations that will be begun in case the plan to save the redwoods fa to work out, because, a have stated, all the tree all of them, all the giants in these forest are vately owned and the t ‘ tabl Whi be chopped down unt the league to ave them procures the Franklin K. Lane ecreta eli terior, Is pre lent of the ive he Red woods League i ed ¥ ure ‘ nt ' ‘ Ww m | ( ! pre ent of ‘ ‘ i ( ind Dr Jol ( M ul f e | ( i Ca fornia The le ‘ eel me hye } rt the Unite t two ct ‘ eful of larger nt t t ! ial " ‘ ‘ boldt ¢ i! half of whicl Va ntributed | the cit izens and officials of Hur boldt Count ind half b Messrs. Mather and Kent Quicl retior nece iry, and the number f trees to be saved lepend on the libera f tribut and on subseque wction b the tute 1 ! nal go ernment IEeventu t j hoped that ety ‘ nt “ bye ereste | redwoods pre ed | u tio : « hese e the mo d most majest most yondertul tree n the world. They are the onl tree of the Kind n the \ ld I'he t U ide into grape stake cigar post hake ! pie ind casket covers unless they are aved from. these ignoble ends by the people The giants are making their la stand up there in California

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Ask your dealer to-day to show you the many different styles of AutoStrop Razor outfits— from the folding Pocket Kit to the complete Tour- ist Set. AutoStrop SAFETY Razor Ca. New York Toronto London Paris utoStrop Razor | ~ sharpens itself PeTussrsesnssensussensecsrinreusesuisscssrrnsassesveeresessgnsns EVENING POST December 6, 19/9 WRITING FOR PRINT (Continued from Page 18) In Plutarch’s Lives we read of a wonder- ful people known as the Spartans, who lived many years before the Christian Era. Every reader of Plutarch must have remarked that the Spartans seemed to yossess every virtue modern people notably tack. Nearly everyone you know, including ourself, is cowardly and dreads pain. he Spartans were all brave and laughed at pain. Nearly every modern mother spoils her children; the Spartans took p + when they were six or seven years old and had them reared under competent instructors. Spartan husbands saw their wives only on rare occasions and were, as a result, always lovers. The Spartans didn’t eat too much, as we do, but just enough to make them the bravest, strongest and brainiest men in the world. The Spartans did not drink intoxicants, or lie, or gossip; in short, they had so many virtues you will certainly blush when you read about them. When old Lycurgus, their great man and who made most of their wonderful laws—realized that death was approaching, owing to old age, he didn’t loaf round the house and boast about the good old days; on the contrary, he called the wonderful Spartans about him and said he was going on a journey. He asked them to promise that until his return they would keep his laws. The Spartans gave their word of honor to do as Lycurgus wished, and then he walked away and never came back; he died somewhere, alone, like an old dog. The Spartans thought so much of their honor that they kept the laws of Lycurgus five hundred years, or until the Romans corrupted them. Is the story a satire, like Gulliver's Travels? Did Plutarch enjoy poking fun at the weaknesses of mankind in general, as Swift enjoyed making fun of the English of his day? The story is at least a masterpiece and, as such; has a proper place in the world. Millions of good people love it, as millions of others love to laugh at it. There is a venerable university at Cairo, in Egypt, with seven thousand students and a horde of professors. Its course of study was founded centuries ago, when men knew very much less about natural history than they know now. But these men Sens never changed and violently oppose truths accepted by half the world. The Cairo professors have written thou- sands of books to prove that the sun rises in the west; I often think of these learned men taking snuff with each other and laughing at the learned men in my world as ignorant. And as these Cairo professors believe, so their seven thousand students are taught; and after studying many years these students go out into the a o- to teach. They meet other teachers and writing men of great education, and clash. Their con- troversies become literature; mistaken, maybe, but clever, entertaining, witty, and with such profundity as the human mind ealls for. Pulls and Pulpits Laurence Sterne wrote Tristram Shandy and A Sentimental Journey long ago. Sterne was an English clergyman; whoever reads his history will note the well-known story of an education. Grudging relatives sent him to school, it being thought asin to fail to stuff the boy’s mind with such learning as scholars Caties him had pre- served. In spite of our present alliance with England, I record my perplexity at one custom of that country: Many times I have read of rich Englishmen having a church to give out, and these are often given to men who nave a pull in politics rather than a call from on high, as we Methodists believe to be necessary. Laurence Sterne was given a church after this fashion; and an unusual pastor he certainly was, to a Methodist. There can be no denying that Sterne, of all writers, is the most permeated with impurity. The writer nearest approaching him in this respect was Swift, also a clergyman of the Church of England. Rabelais was another offender in the class with Sterne and Swift, and he was a priest. Sterne lived as he wrote. He was always ' mixed up in a fresh love affair; one of these was so serious that he wrote his own daughter that he thought more of his mistress than of all other women. In his leisure he associated with gay dogs who were not considered quite respectable. With it all, he was forever writing and saying beautiful things. In Paris he met a retty girl and at once began preaching to ~ about the higher life. Later she called on him at his hotel and spent two hours in his room. The landlord ordered Sterne out of the hotel because of the adventure. This is told in A Sentimental Journey by Sterne himself; it is not idle gossip. Sterne often wept over the sins and follies of mankind. In his celebrated scene about a dead ass and its owner he wrote: ‘‘Shame on the world, said I to myself. Did we love each other as this poor soul loved his ass, ’twould be something.” Indignation because we do not love each other more and because we lack universal brotherhood has always been a favorite with writing men and readers, though we quarrel rather more now than ever before. Sterne’s fine sentiment attracted ex- tremely clever and readable criticism from envious rivals. One gentleman, in taking a hard poke at Sterne, said he cruelly neg- lected his own wife. And readers enjoyed that too. Traill’s Life of Sterne One of the characters in one of Sterne’s books is such a good man that he re- leased a tormented fly and put it out the window with the words: ‘‘Get thee gone, poor devil! Why should I harm thee? The world is surely large enough for thee and me.” This beautiful thought attracted so much admiration that another writing man, envious of Sterne’s enormous popularity, discovered that it was stolen bodily from an old book. Sterne was a famous literary thief, his rivals said, his chief pilferings being from the gloomy volume known as Burton’s Anatomy of Melancholy. The world not only benefited by Lau- rence Sterne’s genius as a writer, but after his death we have biographies of him of great interest. I do not know who H. D. Traill is, or whether he is dead or living, but I have read his biography of Sterne with rather more enjoyment than I found in Tristram Shandy or A _ Sentimental Journey. Any man’s life is interesting if told with truth and sincerity. And this fine sentiment is not mine; almost every scribbler in the world’s history has said it. Traill’s biography of Sterne shows genius on almost every page; there are thousands of writers who miss greatness by only the breadth of a hair. Traill relates how Sterne’s father was an army man, condemned to be the Ulysseslike plaything of adverse gods at the war office. He had an indefatigably prolific wife; a succession of weak and ail- ing children; misfortune in the season of journeyings; misfortune in the moods of the weather by sea and by land—under all this combination of hostile chances and con- ditions was the struggle to be carried on. The little household was perpetually on the move—a little household which was always becoming but never remaining bigger —con- tinually increased by births, only to be reduced again by deaths, until the contest between the deadly hardships of travel and the fatal fecundity of Mrs. Sterne was brought by events to a natural close. The biography speaks of the family losing one infant at this place and “‘leaving another behind” on a particular journey, almost as if they were so many overlooked or mis- directed pieces of baggage. All this Traill tells delightfully. Perhaps he exaggerated, but if he is convicted of it I shall not complain, since he has made an interesting book. In the early days of the Republic good writers were scarce; it was a favorite sneer of the English that no one read an Amer- ican book, but in the country to-day are thousands of clever writers. I find their work in every printed thing I pick up. In every considerable town is a press club, with some of its members working on plays and books which frequently succeed. Half our world depends for its reading on weekly papers printed in small towns; and many of their editors, widely quoted, are good printers as well as good writers. 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‘| tinge et ae St (Continued from Page 154) turned out on his job press. I thank the gods that in present-day literature there is not only room at the-top but also at the bottom, where I have always worked. And those of us at the bottom do not always accept the work of those at the top. Among the plain people with whom I associate I hear much grumbling at our most famous writers; much of which is indorsed by the professional literary critics. We readers are a tremendous crowd, and I wonder writers do not tremble when they think of us. Having long heard of a book called The Poor People, by Feodor Dostoyevsky, I bought a copy. How the book became famous I do not know; yet we are told that when the author died “this funeral was a pageant in which all classes took part, so tremendous, so soul-stirring, so remarkable as to seem a thing not of real life. A hundred thousand witnessed it; twenty thousand followed it’’; and so on. I do not believe the story: it is the privilege of readers to doubt what they see in print if so inclined. The story of Dostoy- evsky’s funeral was certainly exaggerated by other writ ing men. Truth from Russia? I do not expect it As Americans pledged to equality, we are all entitled to a good notice on our final departure for that mysterious bourn from which literature says no one returns. And most of us receive this attention from unknown writers of s<ill who in these later days are scattered everywhere. I lately saw the following in a paper of considerable circulation: “His going left a gap in the ranks. We were ,all dismayed for a moment; then others leaped to his place and repledged their fealty to the cause for which he had lived and died—the freedom of the earth to the people. Firmly he believed this could be achieved now. Mightily he fought that it should be. Dev outly he thought we stood in sight of the Promised Land. Yet he relinquished without a murmur. And so died a gentleman; if that word has any value left; if it will connote true delicacy of thought and feel ing. as well as deport ment, rare intellectual vigor and daring; a high scorn of tinsel and pretense; a deep culture of the heart and mind, profound human faith and love. He was a Jew by birth, and had the Jew’s natural cour- age without any of his clannishness. His deepest instincts were cosmopolitan. The money game was too small for him. He played with high stakes and sought the biggest game life can afford. I imagine him walking on -~ other he beholds the pearly gates, his face all aglow, for he did » love the eet wy Again I see him, and his face has become a question mark. He to the judgment bar and asks if } side as goes back there are any less fortunate there, and says: ‘Please place me where I can do some good.’” Who was this mighty man who, on reaching heaven, did not wish to rest a day or two, but who still wished to do good? I do not know; I saw his obituary in a paper. I never heard of him before, but I am encouraged that so able an obituary was written of so humble a man. Compliments for the A. P. In the old days the best writing was found in books. Now it is found in magazines and newspapers. An ancient scribbler was not considered a first-class man unless able to bury his meaning in a mass of beautiful words; lately men write in the lines, rather than between them. Plain writing has become more popular; information, wit, news, description; even the sober Associated Press contains frequent bits of good writing. It lately sent out the following, which caused millions to chuckle: “Sterling P. Bland, a St. Louis lawyer wilely known in state politics, suffered a knockdown at the hands of Luther Wil- liams, of Farmington, Missouri, at the con- clusion of a speech Bland made to a jury in a civil action tried in St. Francois County. He referred to Williams as being a liar and having given false testimony. Outside the court room Williams knocked Bland down. The latter sued for $5000 actual and $40,000 punitive damages. The supreme court holds there was ample provocation for the assault, and that Bland is not entitled to recover.”

THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 157 The Associated Press also occasionally indulges in very good humor. I once saw this under a New York date: “Visitors to the Central Park Zoo to-day were startled by the strains of weird music coming from the stomach of Zip, the Hima- layan bear. He swallowed a mouth organ early this morning. Zip likes the sound, but his keepers fear that he will play him- self out.” It is possible, of course, that some of our most readable news is manufactured. Mel- ville E. Stone said a few years ago in the course of an address before a school of jour- nalism: ‘I once had luncheon with the editor of the Paris Figaro, Gaston Calmette. That day his paper had contained what pur- ported to be a cable message from New York, recounting in thrilling phrase the story of a massacre of a large number of people by Indians on Broadway. “I asked him why he published so ab- surd a tale. ***Ah,’ he said, ‘there are sixty thousand brainless women in Paris. They read Figaro, and these silly things amuse them.’”’ Sixty thousand brainless readers will not be knowingly neglected anywhere, so in almost every publication one picks up will be found several massacres by Indians on sroadway. The Longest Novel Known No one knows what proportion of the people prefer fiction to fact. Arnold Ben- nett once wrote: “I have frequently noticed that the habitual fiction reader is generally dissatisfied with what he is read ing, so much so that one wonders why he puts himself to the trouble of reading it. His general attitude toward fiction may be said to consist of sixty per cent of tired tolerance, thirty per cent of carping, and ten per cent of approval. Why does he not try that other half of the library which is never taken from its shelves? I want to recommend the pursuit of knowledge to the jaded fiction reader; not as a duty to one’s self or the world. I do not on this occasion care about the higher welfare of the jaded fiction reader. I approach him on the plane of pleasure, of diversion: I inform him he is missing the real fun.” rhis is the opinion of but one man: a clever man, it is true, but fiction seems to be the basis of success in publishing and ir writing. The panes of one of the best reviews we have confessed to me Jately that his circulation is less than four thou sand copies. Two of our fiction magazine: apparently substantiate a claim of « irculat- ing exceeding two million copies each, and a good many others are hovering near the million mark. I am a reading man, and haunt news stands and bookstores, but nearly every week I see a new fiction publi cation I had not heard of before. Our most successful publication is offered probably thirty thousand manuscripts a year; a hundred every working day. And most of these offerings are fiction. Probably one in a dozen is accepted, The fiction writers of to-day have good excuse for the belief that fiction is the great bread winner. Richardson, the first Eng lish novelist, started the vogue with Clar- issa Harlowe, or The History of a Young Lady, a novel of three thousand pages, in seven volumes. Later the indomitable au thor, feeling he had not done full justice to the subject, followed with an eighth and a conclusion of twenty-two pages and a further postscript of eighteen. The headings to the chapters would make a tolerably long novel of our time. And throughout the three thousand pages there is only one motif—the attack on Clarissa by Lovelace. Every incident is subordinate to this; you can hardly find a word which has not some direct bearing on the actual crisis. And there are incidents in this longest novel in the worlc’s history certainly start- ling enough to interest the jaded reader, Lovelace, the villain, who was a naughty flirt, as a proper villain must be, says he always wears mourning for his discarded victims when they die. And the author takes pains to keep the moral of his book pure. In the preface he says: ‘But it will be proper to observe, for such as may ap- prehend hurt to the morals of youth from the more freely written letters, that the gentlemen, though professed libertines as to the female sex, and making it one of their wicked maxims to keep no faith with any of the individuals of it who are thrown into their power, are not, however, either infidels or scoffers.”’

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158 You can do as well No Experience E. D. Barensfield of ; t previous sota, withou can ¢ Minne earned $87. 50 15 days of work pre- Mr. experience, in his first ; subscription re Your profits begin t you start work. as ouf sentative the me men THE SATURDAY Seduction tempered by orthodoxy is surely a situation rivaling our modern captains of industry in turning out love stories. In that day as in this, the love story was a passion with most readers. Macaulay, when in India visiting the governor-general, found “‘the whole station in a passion of excitement about Clarissa and her misfor- tunes and her scoundrelly Lovelace. The governor's wife seized the book, the secre- tary waited for it, and the chief justice could not_read it for his tears.” That eccentric genius Haydon writes in his autobiography: “I read seventeen hours a day at Clarissa, and held the book so long upleaning on my elbows in an arm- chair that I stopped the circulation and could not move.” The book set all England to sobbing in 1744. And in Clarissa virtue is not re- warded, but hunted down and outraged. So that about the only thing the moderns have accomplished with fiction is to shorten it and add the happy ending. Poetry has suffered enormously with the passage of time, but fiction has grown in favor; the sin hound—the reformer—is not so prime a favorite as is the writer of fiction. One good gentleman has gone so far as to an- nounce his intention of uplifting our cous- ins, the apes. He believes that the apes, if given the benefit of modern education and environment, might develop into a race that would sow and reap and toil in the mill. In refined young women apes he sees Unlimited Ellery insyly Inia two time wor Profit Mahaft y earned months. resent any “8 35000 port Mr Pe in of $600 For full. of our rep- > —— — much unity is youre heir Op- icted Territory ll, who lives of Oreg' mi, in his Unrestr Mr. W.C Cowg! , rural district an hour City workers do ‘closed in earns $1.50 spare time. ‘ We have no as well. territory. Permanent Profits Your earnings are nent. Every year we for renewals the and cx for n perma- Pay you Same salary MMSSion that We pay ew : : orders This feature brought Lloy “loyd Hall of N braska 9350 a aa - To learn how you can, too . = Write TODAY to The Curtis Publishing Company 478 Independence Square Philadelphia, Pa. a possible solution of the servant problem; but people do not wait every Thursday for the next move of this good man as they wait for the next move of the villain in the continued story. Story tellers are not, as a rule, our clever- est men. There are hundreds of unknown general writers in the United States who, were they equally clever in fiction, would be famous and rich. The Cleverness of Reporters Among the sophisticated a certain man is said to be the best editorial writer in the United States, His name is not seen in print once a month; other writers are jeal- ous of him; and fiction readers do not care for him. Yet he is able to take events and words and handle them as a great violinist handles the strings and bow of his instru- ment. It doesn’t matter that I am not al- ways in sympathy with him; sometimes I wonder that a man so clever can be so palpably mistaken. But his skill in mar- shaling arguments, wit, precedent, his- tory attracts my admiration; I applaud as I do at a theatrical or musical perform- ance. He hates certain public men; his skill in belittling them thrills me, though I may personally admire them. This sort of writing is present in all our reviews and newspapers. Some of the best men write entirely of the drama or of literature, art or music; but whether they write of book or brook unknown to me, I recognize them as masters. These gentle- men never settle anything; indeed, there is more confusion every year about the subjects they discuss, but I find in them the “real fun" Arnold Bennett speaks of. They claim they are trying to benefit me, which I doubt; but they certainly amuse “~~ EVENING POST me. One of these unknown geniuses once wrote: ‘“‘There is no such thing as an inde- pendent press; I am paid one hundred and fifty dollars a week for keeping honest opinions out of the paper.”’ That is good writing; also a good salary. Many of the reporters in the big cities, in writing the news, are tremendously clever, and frequently make reputations in the magazines. One of the best bits of writing I have seen in a long time appeared in a Chicago paper, a reference to an event of the day; and the reporter had only a few hours in which to do his work. Writers are now recruited by scouts as are baseball players; but the clever men who play the important positions in the newspaper game are generally unknown, since their bat- ting averages are not generally printed every fall. Some Famous Faces Books are not now a popular form of literature; one may get in some of the magazines, for five cents, three times as much reading as the average dollar-and-a- half book contains. A writer once gave a book this magnificent notice: ‘Like a magnificent Titan he tore up trees, stones, houses, rivers, whole states and hurled them at Olympus”; but though the book was denied the mails—always the most effective advertising —it didn’t have a very large sale. The greatest case of indignation in the history of print in America resulted when a certain man was quoted as saying: ‘The people be damned!” Knowing American cowardice, I do not believe any man ever used the awful ex- ression quoted; it was certainly invented - a clever writer to give his patrons op- portunity for indignation, which they love dearly. The old form of propaganda was the oration. In one of Mark Antony’s famous forced marches his soldiers encountered great difficulties and grumbled ominously. Thereupon Antony mounted an improvised forum and harangued them. He was an eloquent man, and soon had his men cheer- ing. He told them they were the hope of the country in its hour of peril; that they were the defenders of Roman homes and patri- otism; that centuries of creditable Roman history looked down upon them, expecting every man to do his duty. Antony was not actually marching against invaders of Ro- man territory, but his oratory was not less eloquent because he was hurrying along to meet his mistress. Our modern propagandists are also clever and powerful, but it is with the pen and not with the spoken word, The days of oratory are numbered; writers for print are the great force now. Whether it is prayer meet- ing or war, the writing man announces and indorses it, if the attendance is good. Formerly editors were so poor that a favor- ite jest was that they lived out of their paste pots. To-day they are aristocrats. Go to almost any city, and its tallest build- ing is a publishing plant. A publication, which shall be nameless, since its editor is modest, reaches as many people with each issue as would a hundred thousand orators addressing average audiences in different parts of the country. 1s December 6, 1/9/19 Because of the great popularity of pub- lishing, advertising has become a tremen- dous force almost within the past decade Some of our most widely known national characters are rarely mentioned in straight reading matter; they have become famous in display advertising. ‘‘Eventually; why not now?” is a good strong expression worthy of a philosopher, and people quote it everywhere. “‘There’s a reason” is an- other; both are as popular and widely known as anything lately coined by states- man or poet. Both became famous in sixteen and eighteen point or display ad- vertising. I am as familiar with the face and history of a certain shoemaker as I am with those of the President, and I have seen them only in display advertising. A picture seen everywhere is of a woman who invites ailing ladies to write her and receive in reply, free, in plain envelope, a personal letter containing much good ad- vice. An enterprising writing man the other day printed a picture showing this noble woman’s grave, and the date on the tombstone informed the beholder that she had been dead many years. But her face appears daily in display advertising; the features of no movie actress are more widely known. Many of the best art pictures I see in print are in the display advertising; the great agencies have not only writing gen- luses in their employ but many of the best makers of pictures. Formerly joke books were issued to circulate humor; Joe Miller’s is a noted example. Now every newspaper has its special columns and pages devoted to jokes, with many sandwiched into the news, the editorials, and even the adver- tisements. In every editorial office there is a’ Poor Richard to write philosophy to suit almost any taste. It is all laid before the reader opinions and news of all kinds—and he is iree to take his choice. MSS. Like Fresh Eggs It is proper that a writer for print should tremble when he thinks of the people in his vast audience. I think most of them do; I trust I have been reasonably timid and ex- tricated myself from critical situations with reasonable consideration for all concerned. In case I have unwittingly roused the in- dignation so dreaded by writers I shall not reply that readers as well as writers have faults. Indeed, if this outrageous thing has ever been printed or is printed hereafter, I shall deny it. Further, I frankly admit writing for print is not so good as it should be. It is easy and even a pleasure to say so; I my- self am dissatisfied with my own reading. But we all have this remedy if we do not like what we see in print: We may attempt to write better. The old idea that editors do not read manuscripts or consider good work unless it comes from a well-known writer has always been as absurd as that, in a period of scarcity, a storekeeper will buy fresh eggs only of favorites. The truth is, an unknown farmer with fresh eggs would be welcomed by the merchant; and the same farmer would be welcomed in any magazine office should he appear with a good manuscript.

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= ~ T=. _"e THE SATURDAY LUTT AND MR. TUTT Continued from Page 25 ‘Mind if I smoke?” he inquired nerv- yusly. ‘‘Fact is I’m all in the air!” Mr. Tutt pushed over toward him the box on the desk ““Have astogy?” he asked more genially. ““No, thanks,” returned the soldier. “I was born where they make’em. Look here, how much does it cost to get a divorce?” Mr. Tutt pursed his lips. “Anything from a thousand dollars up to one’s immortal soul,” he replied enig- matically “Well,” muttered Lieutenant Wheelock, “*T guess I can raise a thousand dollars.” He looked inquiringly at Mr. Tutt as if to see whether the latter regarded the mat- ter as settled. “Of course you can’t buy a divorce the same way you would a portable house,’ explained the lawyer. “‘What do you want it for?” Lieutenant Wheelock paused in lighting his cigarette. “Do I have to go into that with you?” he demanded rather resentfully “Certainly,” replied Mr. Tutt. “A di- vorce concerns the conscience of the court and we lawyers as its officers are strictly accountable for our clients’ good faith. Therefore I say again, what do you want a divorce for?” Lieutenant Wheelock looked awkwardly at the floor Well,” he hesitated, ‘‘the usual reasons, { guess.” “What do you call the usual reasons?” inquired Mr. Tutt. “Incompatibility, I suppose. You see, Florence—that is, my wife-—-I don’t know exactly what it is—but somehow I don’t seem able to give her the things she wants. She likes to be gay and go round to dances all the time. It wasn’t that way before I went across. But I guess she felt lonely, with me away over there, and that started her off. When I got back she had a whole line of new friends— men and women both and was turning night into day. She was spending lots of money too. Of course she was glad enough to see me and all that, but after a few days she got going with her old crowd again. I couldn’t stand the price and besides I could see I wasn’t wanted. She was having the time of her life—she’s only nineteen now—and she’s such a stun- ner to look at—a regular peach , Mr. Tutt nodded. “IT suppose I was a fool not to assert myself more,”’ said Wheelock, “but I was afraid if I came down too hard on her she’d chuck me. Well’’—he laughed grimly “that’s what she wants to do now.” ‘**Any other man involved?” Wheelock shrugged his shoulders “There’s a whole gang of middle-aged Johnnies with money to burn, any one of whom would take her on. I don’t think she cares particularly for any of ’em; anybody would do who had a big e nough roll to buy her what she wants ‘Too bad! Too bad!” muttered Mr. Tutt. “‘And I suppose you're not to blame in any way?” Wheelock flushed. “TI don’t think I am!” he declared. “I kept straight as a string all the time I was across. | wrote her right along—-sometimes from the Front under fire. She was pretty good at writing too. That was easy, of course!"’ he commented bitterly. “‘I was crazy to get back to her—couldn’t get her out of my mind. Well, as I told you, she seemed at first just as delighted to have me as ' was to be with her again; and then her new friends got hold of her and first sug- gested a cabaret, and then the races, and »h, the old story, I guess! She’d learned how to have a good time while I was away, and she just couldn’t give it up.” “What did you do?” asked Mr. Tutt juietly I stood it as long as I could and then we had a scene—a regular hurricane. She said she m mn lead her own individual life—ex- press herself; got it from a bum novelist she runs round with—he’s married at that, and has five children over in Hackensack! So I thought I'd try the old trick of making her jealous. Well, I succeeded all right! I ynly did what she was doing—and not half so much; but the mere sight of me taking another girl to a restaurant made her so furious that she packed up her things and cleared out.” “One of the hear so much about,” war’s tragedies we don’t pondered the lawyer. “But tell me, what was the earlier his- tory of your married life? Your wife must have been rather inclit ed to gayety.” Wheelock bit his lips “T suppose that’s where I was in the wrong,” he admitted. “I should have realized that I couldn’t make her happy in the first place. You see her mother died when she was just a little girl and her father spoiled her; never made her do anything serious; just had her taught to play on the piano and speak French and doll herself up—and have a good time. to all the theaters and gave her a motor of her own. I took a chance. I knew I was taking it!” ‘How long had you known her?” “ About six weeks. You see I come from Virginia— poor but honest, you know. And I met her while I was at Camp Upton. I guess the uniform caught her. We both thought it was love at first sight.” Te... “But her fathe -r wouldn’t stand for it; said I couldn’t support her, and anyhow that I was going off and might never come back, and he didn’t propose to have a young widow on his hands. Maybe he was wise.” He lit another cigarette. “So we took the matter out of them and ran off one Saturday and got married. When she went back home her father wouldn’t let her in. Of course it was tough on her—used to all that luxury—to have to live principally on my pay. I don’t see how she managed—but she did. She boarded for a couple of months, and then after my regiment was sent across she set up bache- lor housekeeping with another girl about her own age. She said she liked it! I didn’t care for the sort of girl she picked out. 3ut there you are! Her father gives her something—enough to live on. She spends most of it on clothes.” “Have you got a job? ‘Sure, I have. I’m with good people. They've ‘offered to make me superintendent of the Tannerville factory at three thou- sand a year. But what’s that to her? Can you see her in a small town?” “So you are going to do what she asks and let her get a divorce?” “T don’t know. That is why I’m here,” declared Wheelock. “You understand about these mt I don’t. I want to be fair to her. There’s a good deal in what she says. I guess our marriage was a mistake. Perhaps the best thing is to undo it. I can manage the thousand.” “How did you happen to come to me?” inquired Mr. Tutt at length. “One of my friends,” replied Wheelock “He said everybody knew about Tutt & Tutt. I didn’t mean to be rude in asking if you were a divorce lawyer. I could see you were a little offended when I came in. I'll do whatever you say.” “Has your wife’s father been consulted in regard to this?” “We don't speak,” shortly “What is his name?” “Cyrus Babs son; one of the General Sessions Wheelock was looking out of the window watching some stevedores working at a crane along the water front, else he would have seen Mr. Tutt’s lank form stiffen and his lips grow tight. Cyrus Babson! The man whom he hated above all other men, the man for whom his own foolish young wife had thrown herself away forty years before—and to whom he had yielded her by a divorce. Cyrus Babson—the man who had later bought a seat upon the bench, but a young man then; rich, unscrupulous, dis- solute, who with the gay group of which he was the leader had taught his own Florence the pleasures of a life of luxurious idleness and excitement, and eventually induced her to abandon him. W hat a strange happen- ing was this—-whereby he was called upon involuntarily to aid in breaking the mar- riage tie of his wife’s daughter by her second husband! Shocked and overwhelmed he found diffi- culty in controlling himself. Following so closely upon his emotional experience of the afternoon before, the discovery that Florence had a child old enough to be married who had already started to follow in the footsteps of her mother almost de- prived him of the power of coherent thought. Yet, was it strange that the daughter should take after the mother? Or that if she were 9 replied Wheelock judges of He let her go | EVENING POST 161 uy | to please~ a You are trying to decide what 4} you will give the boy or girl for Christmas. Like most of us, you ay agree with the idea of making gifts—gifts that not but are of real serv practic al {i only please, 3] ice value. Ny The bicycle is ideal in all these Ut respects. First of all—it means i hours and hours of fascinating fun. 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If you imtend to build or renovate your bathroom write for book, “Bathrooms of Character” THE TRENTON POTTERIES COMPANY TRENTON, NEW JERSEY, U. S. A. World’ t Makers of \ our mstructive Clay Plumbing Fixtures ‘large | to do is to go out on the street EVENING POST contemplating a divorce her husband should come to Tutt & Tutt for advice and assist- ance? Both were in fact perfectly natural. What was she like, this other Florence? Did she have her mother’s piquant charm? Her looks? Did she resemble her in aught but her desire for pleasure? Would she toss her young life into the discard as her mother had done? Mr. Tutt gripped the arms of his swivel chair and endeavored to steady himself. He must prevent this tragedy at any cost. Nothing would come of it but misery—and perhaps death, as it had in the case of the mother, whom Babson had soon abandoned just as she had abandoned Tutt, and who had ended her own life. He must see her at once, before it was too late! He tried to hide his agitation by lighting a stogy. Then clearing his throat he said in a low voice, “‘Would your wife be willing to come down here and see me?” “IT think so,” answered Lieutenant Whee- lock. “‘I guess she’d do anything to get her divorce; go to China if she had to. I'll call her up and see.” “Tell her,” urged Mr. Tutt, “‘that it is highly important for me to have a talk with her before proceedings are begun.” Lieutenant Wheelock extinguished his cigarette, reached for his military cap and stood up. “*Is there—do I—owe you anything?” ‘Not unless I secure the divorce,” re- turned Mr. Tutt. He held out his hand. ‘*And be sure of this: I'll do the best for you that I can. By the way, you’d be will- ing to give her another chance, wouldn’t you! ?’ “Well, Mr. Tutt, here we are again!” Tutt’s head appeared in the crack of the door left open by the departing officer almost simultaneously with the latter’s exit. “Oh, hello, Tutt!”’ returned the senior mastering his excitement as best he could. ‘Did you enjoy yourself?” “Rather! Don’t I look it?” demanded Tutt, pulling up his coat sleeve. ‘‘And you ought to see my wife! The old girl is as brown as a coffee bean! How’s business?” Mr. Tutt shrugged his shoulders. “Not any—really! There never is in this ‘dead vast and middle’ of the year.” “Who was that just went out? He looke d like a client.” “A young man who wanted a divorce.” “Well,” cried Tutt jovially, ‘‘what’s the matter with that? Any good divorce case ought to be worth five thousand dollars, and a uniform ought to mean a real snappy one. I’ve always found that matrimonial actions either paid a lot or they didn’t pay anything.’ . ‘They soberly. latter class. “*How do you mean? or partner, Tutt never pay,” replied Mr. i to the “Anyhow, this one belongs ” ” asked Tutt. There isn’t going to be any divorce.” “But I thought you said the young man wanted one,” expostulated the junior member. “‘But I don’t purpose that he shall have it,” remarked Mr. Tutt. “And throw away a fee! Oh!” groaned Tutt with an air of exasperation. “Come, come!” returned the elder. “Business will pick up. Why, all you have and you bring back a client in each hand.” “What good does it do us if you send ’em away?” protested the other. ““We’re not practicing law merely for money!” said Mr. Tutt. ‘Well, you may not be, but I am!” retorted Tutt. “‘Can’t you remember how we used to nurse every divorce case along a thousand dollars cash down, followed by a motion for alimony pendente lite and a whacking big counsel fee, then an allow- ance for counsel in the final decree, and at the end « bill for anywhere from five to ten thousand dollars more!” “Those were in our young and unregen- erate days!” said Mr. Tutt reprovingly. ““*The good old days are past and gone, We shall not see them more,’” hummed Tutt with evident regret. It is a notable fact that hardly any two lawyers will fully agree upon a question of professional ethics. This may be because such questions are practical rather than theoretical and are rarely approached with- out bias. It takes genuine moral courage to decide a nice question against oneself or one’s client when thousands of dollars are involved and when so much can be said December 6, 1919 upon either side. For the debating of nice questions with plausibility is the lawyer’s business, and it is hard to be obliged to surrender one’s intellect to one’s conscience when one’s livelihood and one’s bank ac- count depend upon the first rather than the second. Especially is it ungrateful for Lawyer Smith to decline for moral grounds to pursue a certain course in a litigation which would be manifestly advantageous to his client, when if his conduct should ever be made the subject of criticism he can retain Lawyer Jones, who will find no diffi- culty in arguing for hours before the Appel- late Division of the Supreme Court and writing a voluminous brief upon the sub- ject in his defense, which will perhaps convince the entire bench of the righteous- ness of his intentions. Argue about any- thing long enough and the main point is usually forgotten. We lawyers ply a dan- gerous trade! There is really so much that can be said about anything that in our chatter we often mistake a quibble for a real argument, and vice versa. Indeed many lawyers lose their powers of common-sense reasoning entirely. That they make the poorest witnesses in the world— with their inevitable qualifications and reservations—is proverbial. Besides, every lawyer has two often conflicting duties—-one to the court and the other to his client. And the client’s own ideas of what is right and proper must be given due consideration. For the lawyer is not the keeper of his client’s conscience; and all he can do is to refuse to act if said client wishes him to do that which is unprofessional. Where the crime lies in the evil intent it is almost impossible to prove it; and hence lawyers are difficult persons to catch. If only we could see into their minds and lay bare their real thoughts and motives! Still, this consideration might be applied to others as well, and it may be a good thing for the general optimism that there is only one All-seeing Eye. Now a client naturally does not expect when he visits a lawyer that the attorney is going to tell him that he has got what he jolly well deserved and that he had better go back home and behave himself in future. When that occurs he is apt to consult another lawyer. And as he will almost certainly eventually find one who will do what he wishes, the first one whom he con- sults is quite likely to feel that he might as well have the fee as the last —and therefore takes the case. Then if any trouble grows out of it we other lawyers are hired to demonstrate that it was all quite proper and correct and ethical, and that in fact the attorney so far from being adversely criticized should be accorded the highest commendation. It is easy to convince ourselves! Indeed it is usual to find that the attorney in a criminal case ends not only by claiming his client’s utter innocence but by declaring in all sincerity that he is one of the most estimable of men—which generally is so palpably not the case that the jury find him guilty largely on his counsel’s own lauda- tion. Thus the public have come to be- lieve—whether rightly or wrongly I will not pretend to say—that they can safely rely upon the ingenuity of lawyers to find an excuse for anything and a way round any obstacle, moral or otherwise. Indeed it may be ventured that clients fully expect to find in every law office not only a gentle- man so skilled in logic that like Hudibras he can “‘harness a team with a logical chain” and with ease “distinguish and divide a hair twixt south and southwest side,”’ but one as well who can salve their consciences and anoint their moral lesions with all the unction of a devil’s advocate. One does not call in Tutt & Tutt to be told that what one proposes is unworthy of that state into which God has called one or to be advised that one’s projected course is con- trary to the code of gentlemen and sports- men. Therefore when Mrs. Florence Wheelock was told by her husband over the telephone that Tutt & Tutt wished her to call regard- ing the proposed dissolution of her marriage tie it never occurred to her that they could do less than to hand her a decree imme- diately upon her arrival. At the moment the telephone rang she was sitting in her tiny parlor with Mr. Reginald Roberts Lee, of the Colophon Club, discussing the possibili- ties of a fortnight’s visit—properly chap- eroned of course—to Mr. Lee’s beautiful Venetian palace at Palmetto Beach, Florida. The black-haired Reggie—he was sixty-three according to the baptismal Continued on Page 165

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Continued from Page 162) records of Grace Church Chantry—was dilating upon the quiet, restful, Arcadian qui ulities of what he evidently regarded as his “bee-loud glade,” and the component elements of the house party. “And you can invite anybody you want, my dear!” he said, laying a large soft hand over hers. “I’m not the jealous variety. know what to expect and when to expect %t. If you like the place and like me why—when you get your divorce—we'll see!” He made an attempt to raise her hand to his lips, but she drew it daintily away. It was the first time he had deliberately touched her. and the contact, though not exactly offensive, was unpleasant; Reggie was too—too pudgy! He wasn’t like the men she had known before she was mar- ried: they had all had strong hard hands that gripped. Reggie’s were slithy. But she did want to go South. Everybody else was going—that is, everybody in the rather ambiguous cirele in which she danced and viayed cards. Besides, Reggie was going anyway and it wouldn’t do to let him get away from her. He was her one best bet, though she had been warned that he was not a marrying man. “Who was it?” he demanded with almost an assumption of proprietorship on her return from the telephone. ‘John. *Wheelock?” She nodded. Standing in the doorway of her bedroom in her straight simple frock with one hand upon the portiére she looked a mere child— as indeed she was. ‘Like me better, eh?” he inquired. She smiled evasively. ‘IT don’t know that I do!” curtly. ‘What did he want?” ‘He asked me to go down to see the lawyers.” “Who are they?” ‘Oh, somebody ‘way down on Broad way ’— she glanced at a scrap of paper in her hand—‘*Tutt & Tutt.” ‘Oh,” laughed Reggie, ‘“‘they’ll take care of you all right! Slickest pair in town. See here, if you are really serious with me J’ll pay their bill-if you promise not to tell them who’s doing it.” ‘That’s nice of you!” she answered, a trifle reluctantly. Somehow the idea of Reggie’s actually paying her bills was even more distasteful than the touch of his hand. ‘Anyhow, I'll take you down there,” said he. ‘‘I won’t go up of course, but I'll wait in the taxi. I don’t suppose you’ve ever been down to a lawyer’s office before, have you?” he added as an afterthought. she retorted Meantime Mr. Tutt sat at his desk eagerly awaiting the moment of her arrival. He had made a heroic and success- tu) effort to conceal from his partner the nervous excitement under which he was jaboring, but now he abandoned himself to his impatience, lighting stogy after stogy and striding up and down the room like a caged animal. Would she come? Women were so unreliable! Perhaps she’d changed her mind already; or recalling her mother’s iuame when first married had gone to some other lawyer. He almost cried aloud at the mere thought. He must see her! She came promptly enough, three minutes late. ‘Are you Mr. Tutt?” she began with a slightly patronizing air, as if she did not know whether to class him with a dentist or an osteopath. Then she drew back in dismay, while a deep blush spread slowly over her cheeks until its shame touched her hair. To his amazement Mr. Tutt recognized the girl in ~ arlet of the night before. The girl who had flouted and jeered at him! So this was Florence’s child! ‘A wave of compassion overswept his heart. She was his Florence © ve r again! “a entering she stammered in abject con- fusion—‘‘I haa no idea! Oh, what can I say !”’ “You don’t need to say anything,” replied Mr. Tutt. “ Please sit down, It was i. very jolly show, wasn’t it?” His tone reassured her, but she still kept ner eyes upon the floor as she took her seat. Without the powder and rouge of the night pefore she looked hardly sixteen. ‘So you want a divorce?” remarked Mr. Cutt awkwardly, after a silence during which his eyes devoured her greedily. “Yes,” she answered. ‘“‘My marriage was a mistake. I guess a lot of war mar- riages were. There’s no use going on with THE SATURDAY it.” A defiant note had crept into her voice, “What is the matter?” he asked. Oh, | the pity of it! If he could only gain her confidence, “Didn’t my husband tell you?” she demanded. to all the—the disagreeable part. We don’t get on, that’s all. He’s been carrying on and flirting with other women, and I simply won't stand it! Besides, we’re not suited to each other. We're not—not _* ‘Congenial?” interpolated the lawyer. “That’s it,” she agreed. “‘We’re uncon- genial.” She had recovered her self-possession now and her returning confidence rang in he TV oice. ‘That is no ground for divorce in this state,” said Mr. Tutt. “Well, I can go somewhere else and get t, can’t 1? You can fix it up for me, I suppose?” she retorted. ‘“‘These things are easy enough. I know a lot of women who had no trouble at all.’ ‘Are they happy?” he inquired softly. The girl flashed an angry glance at him. ‘What has that got to do with it?” she cried. “T didn’t come down here to be lectured. I want a divorce and I’m willing to pay for it!” “Tam sorry,” he answered humbly. “I didn’t mean to lecture, But you should not take such a step too hastily. Your husband seems like a nice young fellow. Besides, he has risked his life for his country. Are you quite sure that the fault is entirely his? And if it were, couldn’t you forgive him and start over again?” | **I supposed he would attend | An indignant reply had sprung to her | lips, but at the gentleness of his voice she repressed it. “Really! Oh, probably there’s fault on both sides.”’ “Why not try again? Their eyes met, his pleading with hers. 9” She wondered that she had not perceived | the kindness in his face last evening. But he was really such a funny old man! ‘He can’t give me the life I want!” she protested. ‘It’s no use! I wasn’t made for | cooking and scrubbing and having babies. | I’m fit for something better. I should suffocate in a country town. I want music and gayety—life!” “Wasn't life what you were looking for when you married—er—John?” “Of course.” **And you loved him? “T thought I did!” “Do you care for anyone else? “No-o.” Mr. Tutt leaned back and looked down at he r with almost paterni il affection. “T’m an old man,” he said softly. ‘And I’ve seen a good deal of what you call ‘life.’ But I never knew anybody who found happiness that way.” “You seemed to be trying to yourself last night!” she retorted a little harshly. “T was trying to forget something!’ he answered sadly. “‘And curiously enough I failed.” He smiled, and something in his face made her drop her eyes and the red rise again to her fore head. me m sorry!” she said. ‘Have you consulted your pe arents?”’ He hesitated. ‘‘ Your—mother? She did not reply for several seconds, and when she did her voice had lost all its bit- terness. “*My mother died when I was five years old. I don’t remember her at all.”’ “Even if—if she were alive,”’ half mused Mr. Tutt, ‘“‘you might not be willing to be guided by her advice. One of the limita- ” 9 tions of human nature is our unwillingness | to learn by the experience of others. Each of us believes that he is a unique individ- | exception—to whom ordinary rules do not apply. Whereas if we could only profit by the past—for life repeats itself over and over and over again—--we should avoid most of our mistakes.” She listened tolerantly. ‘For five thousand years,” he went on **perhaps five hundred thousand—the race has found nig in only two things work and love. Each is within everybody’s grasp— the poorest as well as the richest. And when we lose the one’’—he paused ‘‘we have to find solace in the other.” “Well?” she demanded, “‘how does that apply to my own case?” ual—an **Don’t throw an honest love away!" he begged her. ‘“‘Most of us—can—only love—once.” He got up and stood looking out of the window with his back toward her. EVENING POST BERNARD PLIERS | he Universal Pliers x i a SA 165 — or % 2 J Bernards are the highest-powered cutting pliers made. They snip heavy wire that won’t do more than take a mark from ordinary cutters. It’s the simple patented principle of com- pound leverage that does it- strength. You don’t need a smith’s hand. The vise-like have tremendous force. The cutting blades are placed so that cutting in any position is easy. 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LI CSET Sema AMERICAN CHICLE COMPANY New York Cleveland Chicago Kansas City San Francisco RLS TIE t EVENING POST “I'm afraid,” she remarked lightly, “that I’m one of those for whose case there isn’t | any precedent.” ; bound volume | the lute. | overweening parents fed the soothing | ity with Mr. Tutt put his hand in his breast pocket and drew out of it the small leather- containing the Reflections Upon Death of the Rev. William Dodd. “*My child,” he said very softly, ‘‘there is nothing new; not even coincidence. Last night as I walked uptown I picked up this book, haphazard, at a bookstall. It was in my pocket when you saw me at the roof garden. When I went home I opened it and by chance read some ething which well, let me read it to you! He looked at he rinquiringly. She smiled, and he sat down upon the corner of the desk nearest her and began to read: ‘*Misella was blest, by the great giver of all good gifts, with a frame peculiarly elegant and pleasing. Softness and sweet- ness dwelt in her countenance; the down of the swan was rivalled by her skin; her shape was faultless, her limbs were finished with the most be autiful symmetry; and her voice was musical as the harmony of She was taught from her cradle to this fine person; and her fond and van- every food which their dotage could supply. Her education was perfectly polite, adapted to set off the graces of her frame, little calculated to expand or im- prove the more valuable beauties of the mind. Her taste for dress was remarkably elegant, her manner of dancing particularly genteel; she excelled much at cards, and few were happier in devising schemes, and engaging parties of pleasure. As her voice was charming in itself, so was it improved by art, and aided by the soft touches of the guitar, which she handled with inimitable grace; preferring it to all other instruments value | as the attitude in playing upon it is most | romantic advantageous for the discovery of a fair lady’s gentility. ““*She very early gave her parents a convincing proof of the mistake they had made in her education, and of their unhap- piness in neglecting to inculcate the princi- ples of religious duty and conscientious virtue. For in her seventeenth year she married a young officer, of inferior rank, and no fortune, with the entire disapproba- tion of her parents, nay, and in direct contradiction to their commands. The gaiety of his dress, and the charms of his person, captivated her heart; and, unac- customed to reason and think, she broke through every obligation to gratify her ic passion. Accustomed from her cradle to a life of dissipation and pleasure she now indulged the mad propensity with still greater ardour. From one public place to another, during the summer, she led her passive husband; during the winter they lived in all the fatiguing gaiety of town diversions. My reader will not be amazed, if a life of this kind produced no small difficulties in their circumstances. It hap- pened very opportunely, that her husband, | in the third year of their marriage, was | did she live, | assiduity; exactly | you like to read it yourself? called abroad to attend his regiment. Pleasure was her passion; she felt there- fore little regret at parting with him. Nor during his absence, like a widowed wife, and separated frie nd. She followed her diversions with redoubled was the life of the ball, the delight of the men, the queen of joy... . But her constitution, tender and delicate, was unequal to the toil; her nocturnal revelries extinguished the rose in her cheek. Besides this, with declining health, her character became equivocal; (though it is agreed by all, she was never criminal, in the sense that word is commonly used); but the want of appearances is often as fatal to reputation, as even the wan of virtue itself. To exhilarate her spirits she had frequent recourse to improper means; to renovate her beauty she had constant recourse to ce st ructive art aha “Please!” she inte rrupted read any more!’ There were tears in her eyes. “*Misella was a real person,” said Mr. Tutt. “‘Her husband was a soldier in the Seven Years’ War. While he was away the wrong sort of people got hold of her and she forgot her real love for him. At any rate she acted as if she had, and it isn’t surpris- ing that he resented her conduct.” Neither of them spoke for several seconds. T hen the girl looked up at him and asked: “Did you really find that in the book as you said? “Absolutely,”” he “Would “please don’t answered, >»? She shook her head. December 6,1919 “I’m afraid I’m just like poor Misella!”’ she confessed miserably. ‘‘It gives one such a strange feeling to know that another person has precisely the same experience as myself over a hundred and fifty years ago!” “Don’t let poor Misella have lived in vain!” he urged. ‘‘My dear girl! Listen to an old man who—who can’t help being interested in your case. It was a wonderful thing for you to fall in love with John. He was and is a fine young chap! But unfor- tunately the war took him away from you and left you open to the wrong sort of influences—influences that have always been at work, just as in the case of Misella. You shouldn’t blame him for — to make you a little jealous. As for this cabaret life, believe me, there’s nothing in it! You can’t be always dancing, you know. And besides, John isn’t going to stay super- intendent of a local factory. Sooner or later he’ll be head of the whole works with an office in New York—that is, if he has the stimulus of you behind him!” He patted her hand—not at all after the fashion of Reggie Lee. “What do you say? Shall we send for John and fix things all up?” “It wouldn't doany good!” she answered, a her eyes. ‘‘He’s had enough of me. I’d be ashamed to ask him. He doesn’t want me back!’ ‘*Doesn’t he, though?” cried Lieutenant Wheelock, ste pping suddenly through the door from Tutt’s office, where he had been lurking, and seizing the girl in his arms. “*T know one thing, and that is you won "t get away from me again! You’re going to take the eight o’clock train down to Old Virginny with me is 9” and stay there! She put up her hands and drew down his head to hers, and in her face was all the tenderness of the vision Mr. Tutt had seen the afternoon before, and the same sunbeam that had struggled through the clouds—or another exactly like it—flashed across the sky and through the grimy windows of Tutt & Tutt. He stood there now watching them affectionately and made an involun- tary motion as if to place his arms about their shoulders. Then he stepped back and with a sigh took his accustomed seat behind his desk. Wheelock looked at his watch. “Hello!” he cried. “It’s four-thirty already. You'll have to beat it uptown if you're going to take anything with you.” He disengaged himself and bent bash- fully over the desk toward Mr. Tutt. “I almost forgot about payment for your se rvices, he said. ‘*How much do I owe you? “Well,” replied Mr. Tutt sternly, ‘‘un- der those circumstances I am going to ask you to pay my bill in installments.” **Any way you like!” said Wheelock. “*T want a letter every Christmas telling me how you both are.” I don’t understand,” stammered Whee- lock. ‘‘Perhaps you'd better send me your bill later.” “There won’t be any said.” Wheelock looked at him, puzzled. **There’s something about all this I don’t get,” he remarked. ‘I came to you for a divorce—and I don’t get it! They tell me you're a slick article—and you won’t take money! I give it up! You're all right any- except what I how, isn’t he, Florence?” “He is indeed !” she replied with enthusiasm. ‘‘He’s like a sort of fairy god-father-in-law!”’ “‘Do I get a kiss from the bride?” asked Mr. Tutt with a jocularity under which was concealed a terrible dread that his request might be refused. “Why,” she answered —“if ——” And she looked at John. “Sure!” exclaimed her husband. ‘‘ That’s the least you can do!” Very tenderly Mr. Tutt bent over pressed his lips to her forehead. “T’ve got a taxi waiting,” said Mrs. Wheelock as he drew back. “‘ But I'd really rather go up in the subway. Would you mind saving me the trouble of having some- one tell the man not to wait?” Then they shook hands all round. As they went down in the elevator her husband said, ‘‘That’s the queerest lawyer I ever met!” And she replied with a reminiscent laugh, “He's a dear old geezer!” Upstairs Mr. Tutt, feeling older than ever but happier than he had for months, gazed silently at the spot where she had stood. “Florence!” Florence!” and he whispered. “My little

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tt a RY ee THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE CROSS PULL (Continued from Page 40) see what those courts have to say. In the meantime if you try just once to enforce your ideas of man-made laws in here I’ll enforce the law of the hills on you. LI hope that’ s pk tin at least it’s final. You can start now. He strode to the door and stood beside it waiting for Nash to pass. He started to speak, but Moran held up his hand and Nash went out into the night without another word. Instead of turning up the game trail in the direction from which he had come Nash turned downstream. He would find Brent camped where the next cafion to the south opened out into the bottoms below the junction of the two small streams. Nash knew of a dozen men within twenty miles who would kill a man for a thousand—or for half of that—with as little concern as most would feel over shooting down a deer. He would start in the morning for the place where these men held out. Nash never knew that immediately after he left the two in the cabin they saved his life by a narrow margin. As he passed through the door Flash suddenly knew that Moran was allowing this man to escape. Unerringly he knew that this was a grave mistake and he sought to rectify it. He moved stealthily toward thedoor. If hehad gained it Nash would never have reached Brent’s camp that night. Betty saw and understood. “Flash!” she called. ‘Flash! Come here!” For a single second he hesitated and that second gave Moran time to see, and he shoved the door shut with his foot as Flash jumped for it. Moran sat on the bunk beside the girl. “What was it, Betty?” he asked. ““What hold did he have to drive you far enough to marry him?” ‘‘He had wanted me to for years,” she said. ‘‘I loathed him. Dad was away. Then he told me that my father had built this cabin more than thirty years ago—told me why and showed the proofs; said he would publish them and the officers would be wait- ing when dad came home. I lied to him— promised without ever intending to go through with it. I played for time, but he said he would turn the proofs over to the law that day unless I complied at once; that he would give them to me if I did.” She produced two papers, yellow with age, from the crack between the bunk and wall and handed them to Moran. She watched him anxiously, giving fre- quent words of explanation as he sat before the fire and studied them. One was a map without a single written word, merely one small sheet covered with queer lines. Moran oriented it and knew it for the stream lines of the Land of Many Rivers. One portion was filled in with a sketch of even the smallest tributary creeks. In that part there was a single square dot and from its location Moran knew that it indicated the cabin in which he sat. It had been smuggled inside the prison walls to another man—a boyhood friend less fortunate in his efforts to evade cap- ture than was the man who drew the map. On his release he had found the cabin and found the letter telling where and under what new name to find his friend—the friend who had changed both name and mode of life and whose money had enabled both to break away from the wild outlaw days of youth. A quarter century later Nash had gained knowledge and possession of these documents while settling up this m: an’s estate “Tran away and came out here the min- ute he handed them to me,” she said. “I wrote to Kinney from the train, telling him ~ meet me here. I mailed another letter, hich will explain e very thing to my father ie en he gets home.”” Moran turned to where Flash was sniff- ing at the door “I’m halfway tempted to open the door and let him go,” he said. ‘*‘ Nash will never trouble anyone again if Flash gets out of this house to-night.” The girl shivered slightly. “‘Not that way,” she said. Flash had noted the papers which Moran held and his hope of escape was renewed. He had come to look on alt papers as mes- sages for him to carry. True, they were both in the cabin and he did not know where this message was to go, but that mattered not at all if it only afforded him an opportunity to be free of those four con- fining walls. This hope died as Moran tossed both map and letter into the fire. Then Moran crossed to the door, driving a wooden peg behind the bar which wedged it shut “Too bad, Flash,” he sympathized. “But Betty is right. Your way is my way—but it’s not the best.’ xvilr STORM had settled down over the hills, a fine rain falling from leaden skies. Flash had been confined to the cabin for two days and nights. Fearful lest he locate Nash and either kill or be killed him- self, Moran had kept him a prisoner. Flash found this extremely irksome. The storm terminated in a downpour of rain; this over, the sun peeped through the rifts and turned the floating fog banks to milky white. The wind which invariably follows each storm in the Western hills sprang up and dispersed the mist. Flash’s insistence to be freed now amounted to a clamor. He | scratched furiously at the door and chewed at the beam which wedged it shut. His whining was so continuous as to resemble a steady chant of woe. He wished a speedy end put to this imprisonment. He was no indoor dog. Moran opened the door at last and he was free to go. He was hungry and his first concern was meat. As he topped the ridge above the cabin a luckless bobcat prowled along it far from any sheltering tree. This hate for the cat tribes was one of the things Flash seemed to know instinctively. There is a long-standing grudge between the dog and cat kind. The enmity between domes- tic dogs and cats has been handed down from the age-old feud between their wild progenitors. The first cat track which Flash had ever struck he had followed, knowing that he would find a natural enemy at the end of the trail. Never- theless, though this knowledge had been inherited, it was the knowledge of experi- ence which had finally taught him how to handle cats. The wind was right and not until he was almost upon it did the big cat know its danger. It was too late to flee and the old tom whirled to face his enemy with tooth and claw, his back arched high. One paw darted forth in a lightning jab for the eyes of the rushing wolf. Flash braced all four feet and halted his drive a yard from his prey. He had killed many cats and previ- ous battles had taught him the slashing qualities of those hooked feet. He knew that the instant he launched himself upon the cat it would fall upon its back and rake his flanks and belly with savage strength. Instead he commenced to circle slowly, the cat always facing him. The bobcat does not squall like his domestic cousin, and the snarls which issued from the gaping red mouth of the old tom were short and explosive. Flash increased his speed, whirling round and round his prey with feint attacks These amazing tactics were too rapid and bewildering for the lesser brain of the cat and he turned to flee. Even as he turned Flash pounced upon him and clamped his wicked teeth into his neck close behind the ears. As the big cat threw himself on one side to use his claws Flash hopped clear across him the opposite way. Twice more the cat changed sides and twice more Flash hopped, still retaining his crushing grip. His powerful jaws had closed until the long canine teeth _ srced through the neck and met. Then Flash gave one savage shake and wrench, dropped his prey and leaped clear. The bared claws worked convulsively, slashing circles in the air. This subsided to a mere twitching of the muscles and the big round eyes stared in death. Flash tore the skin from the hips and feasted. By some strange freak the meat of the bobcat or bay lynx is tender, fine fibred and clear, almost as transparent as the breast meat of a quail. However, Flash cared less for this kind than for the heavier red meat of larger game and he did not gorge so much as he would have done if his victim had been an elk or a deer. The wind rose to a gale, shrieking along the cliffs and moaning in the timber. 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Ue chose the ridge which broke away from the parent divide and flanked the neem side of the cafion, and followed it to where it end led in a point which fell away ah ruptly to the narrow floor of the valley at tne confluence of the two little streams. As he stood on the point of this spur there came one of the sudden lulls in the wind. Faint vibrations trembled in his ears—the ound of iron on rocks—and he knew that somewhere far up the slope of the divide a pack outfit was coming down from the Rampart Pass. He growled uneasily and turned back. When halfway along the rims toward the cabin he stopped in his tracks, every hair stiff and erect along his spine. He had caught the plain scent of a single man; one trong whill and it was lost in a conflict- ing rush of air. He knew that scent. It was that of one of the men who had been at Brent's cabin the night he had looked in at the window; one of the three who had come into the hills that same night. Often he had noted his trail among those round the secret camp near Two Ocean Pass. Later he had been among those who had tried to take the girl when she had stum- bled across their fire in the black fog. Flash knew that this man was some- where close at hand. It was not the trail scent, but the body scent that he had caught. He prowled along the rim, but could not catch the scent again, and he raced for the cabin without another pause. Moran was sitting on the sill, but Betty was not there. Flash found her warm trail, less than five minutes old, leading along the slope. It soon dipped slantingly toward the stream. The wind was at his back and he could not catch her body scent, and the groaning of the trees under the lash of the gale drowned the sound of her footfalls, but he knew she was close at hand. There was a second’s calm and the wind shifted abruptly, the draft now being sucked up the cafion instead of down. The change in Flash was as startling and abrupt as the change of wind. The dog in search of a loving mistress was transformed into a wolf in search of dangerous prey. He slipped cautiously from one windfall jam to the next. He did not snarl. Snarls would not terrify the enemy he now stalked— would only serve to warn him and once warned the day was lost for Flash. The thing he now stalked was man. The wind blew full in his face and carried the tidings that Betty was just ahead through the tangle of down timber—and that near her was the man. A few yards more and he saw her seated on a log near the game trail. Fifty yards above her the man crouched behind a stump. His actions were furtive. As Flash watched him he moved to a tree a few feet nearer to the girl and stood motionless as she turned and glanced uphill. Flash circled to come in behind him—circled cautiously and with great care to remain unseen. When he had reached his goal the man was halfway to the girl. Experience in stalking all varieties of game helped Flash now—and his coyote brain was work- ing. A full-strain dog would have rushed valiantly at the first sign of menace to the one he loved—and he would have defeated his own purpose as he died. This man wore a gun at each hip and Flash knew well his danger; that his one chance of suecess was to wait until the man entered cover which was dense enough to screen his own close approach for one de sper: ite spring. Hie drew near enough so that he could slip into each bit of cover as the man left it, but still he was not close enough to spring. When within thirty feet of the girl the man knelt behind a waist-high mass of fallen lodge-pele trunks. Forty feet be- hind him Flash crouched behind a log. It was too far for a single spring, but it was his last hope. When the man started to crawl over or through the logs would be his time to strike. For a space of minutes neither moved, the man seemingly unable to decide on his next step. Then he leaned forward and Flash tensed his muscles for the rush— but both suddenly drew back, each behind his own log screen. Flash’s every sense had been so absorbed by this dangerous stalk as to exclude all else. The man’s quick ears caught a sound | at the instant Flash caught the scent. A | second man turned a bend in the game trail December 6,1919 and came steadily on. He was of slender build and erect carriage; his gray beard was carefully trimmed, announcing the fact that he had come but recently from the outside world. This new complication was too much for Flash. The dog in him rose above the wolf and the issue trembled in the balance. Only a saving ray of memory out of the dim past held him back from following the dog impulse to throw himself upon both men and sacrifice himself to warn the girl. This memory Ae as not a distinct recollection of the time he had met this man in the moonlit coal on the night he had first found the girl. His memory was not so retentive as that; could not retain for so long a time the identity of one who had made no very strong impression upon his mind. Rather it was a certain haunting familiarity about his looks and scent that seemed in some vague way to be pleasantly associated with the girl. Without knowing why, he suddenly felt that this man was a reénforcement instead of an added menace. Betty was gazing abstractedly away from him and so did not see him until he was quite close. Then she looked up and saw him and with a little cry she stepped into the game trail and threw herself into hisarms. Flash knew that this grapple was not one of battle, no fight to the death as the move would indicate. Men had queer ways, Betty and this man were friends. As surely as Flash was an exceptional animal the two men so near him were exceptional men. Both were cool and re- sourceful. It would be difficult to surprise either sufficiently to cause him for one in- stant to lose his presence of mind. Never- theless, the man who watched seemed to lack his usual decisiveness. At last he rose from behind the log, his right hand dropping to the gun at his hip. Flash rushed without a sound. The gun was half drawn when his teeth ripped the forearm from elbow to wrist and struck solidly against the base of his hand, the gun falling to the ground. The force of the rush carried Flash clear against the log and he rolled half under the windfall. Even this sudden shock of sur- prise and pain was insufficient to cloud Harte’s lightning —. His only sound was a sharp gasping breath as his left hand reached for his other gun. Flash would have surely died as he darted back to the attack if the man on the trail had not gcne into action as suddenly as Harte himself. His eye had caught the charging gray streak on the slope and with it the man rising from behind the log. He sprang six feet from the girl, his hand thrust inside his coat for the gun which was slung under his left armpit. Harte’s steady nerve did not desert him even in the face of this emergency. Instead of shooting Flash he turned his gun in his left hand on the man below and crooked his crippled right arm to protect his throat from the wolf's fierce lunge. Two shots roared together and even as Flash drove his teeth into Harte’s shoulder the man col- lapsed behind the log. As Flash darted away he saw the other man sag limply and crumple down on the trail. Flash took shelter behind a windfall. Both men lay still and quiet. He heard Betty sob as she knelt beside the older man. Then he heard Moran bounding toward them, crashing through the underbrush and hurdling fallen logs. He moved farther away. He knew that two men were dying and he could not teil how much of this was wrong and how much was right—or for how large a part of it he himself would be held accountable. Men sometimes rea- soned queerly. Flash kept out of sight. Moran found Betty kneeling on the trail. “‘Where’s the other one? Quick!” he said. “Up there,” she answered, pointing up the slope. ‘“‘But he is dead. Don’t go. I want you here to help me with my father.” Moran knelt beside her and started to unbutton the flannel shirt. **T’ll do all I can,” he said. The other man opened his eyes and shook his head. ““Too late, son,” he said. “It’s just as well this way. L ook after her. Keep her away from Nash.” He smiled at Betty and closed his eyes. Out in the timber Flash howled — not his usual note, but a mournful dog howl which had never before sounded from his throat. Moran sprang suddenly to his feet as a voice spoke from among the logs a few feet up the slope. (Continued on Page 173) ” ~~ ane NGOS Te — eS ee PETES TIBET EEA Gree ei ee ed — — ee a —

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~ t THE SATURDAY EVENING POST December 6, 1919 THE FRANKLIN SEDAN Investigation of the Franklin Sedan, by the owner of the average car, frequently begins with his first cold weather ex- periences. He seeks relief from anti-freeze mixtures, draining radiators, hard starting or laying up the car entirely to make sure of avoiding trouble. Such motoring anxieties become more irksome with each succeeding winter, especially in the face of the freedom so universally known to result from Franklin Direct Air Cooling (no water to freeze or boil). This advantage has been the first introduction of many owners of ordinary cars to motoring satisfaction. ‘The other equally important Franklin differences became apparent as soon as they started to drive. The ability to ride relaxed, and to drive without tiring effort over roads as they come for hours on end, is the result of the exclusive Franklin prin- ciples of light weight and flexible construction. ‘That’s why the Franklin Sedan can out-tour heavy, rigid cars of any type. The satisfaction given by Franklin performance is just as unusual in motoring as ts the economy so generally enjoyed by | ranklin owners ZO n /? ) y 7 i} ; ; Prevci i ‘Touring ¢ ir, five-pa nuer our Passenge r Roadster Brougham, four passenger enctose | Runabx mut, tWwo passe nyver FRANKLIN AUTOMOBILE COMPANY, Syracuse, N. Y. P l -_ Philadelphia Banker Writes: rguments for economies so well apply to the Franklin Car that it very hard for any other to meet the condition | say this from experience, for | am the owner of a krankhin and am more than pleased with its perform ances. No wonder orders are coming in!” —— “The Hourglass — an aN | | tea cnet saad A RE IR snk onal Lp an FR. my

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sa pe ee ee oe —-: Continued from Page 170 “TI wonder how it happens that a dog always knows when someone cashes in,” it said. Moran found Harte sprawled behind the log. ‘““You don’t know me, Moran,” he said. “I’m Calvin Harte. It’s queer how things work out sometimes. No man could down me so long as I used my brains—but I lost my head for the one time in my life, and here Iam. I’d seen the girl before. I was sent here to get you, and saw her again. She went to my head. I hung round watching her, planning to kill you and take her for myself. Indecision downed me. It never fails. You lose your decision and you lose your life.” ““Who sent you after me?” Moran de- manded. Harte smiled and shook his head. “Even now I can’t squeal on my own breed,” hesaid. ‘I never tried to play both ends against the middle, but played only one end—the losing end.” After a short silence he reverted to his original question. ‘How is it that a dog can tell when a man kicks out?"’ he asked. ‘‘ You're a natural- ist, they tell me, so you should know.” It all seemed an unreal dream to Moran; Betty kneeling there with her dead, and THE SATURDAY this man inquiring on odd subjects as ! calmly as if he had a hundred years of life ahead instead of seconds. Harte guessed the thought. “T’d rather die talking than thinking,” he said. ‘‘That topic will answer as well as any. Can you tell me why it is?” “Tt is scent,”” Moran said, humoring his whim. ‘A bird dog knows the differ- ence between a dead and a crippled bird. He will point a wounded quail, but step in to retrieve it the instant it dies. There is a difference of scent. It is probably in that same way that a dog knows the instant a man’s life goes out.” “Sounds reasonable,” said Harte. “Thanks. I rather hope they don’t get you, Moran—but they will.” He closed his eyes. Once more Flash howled dismal ly out in the timber and a human soul traveled with the sound. Moran knew that Calvin Harte was con- sidered the most clever and dangerous criminal at large. As he stood looking down at him he heard Flash growl warn- ingly. There sounded the thud of hoofs and the jangle of equipment as Dad Kinney’s pack train came swinging up the trail. (TO BE CONCLUDED EVERYBODY’S BUSINESS Concluded from Page 44 A New York committee investigating ventilation found that the total work of the muscles of cats is reduced about 25 per cent by an atmospheric temperature of 91 degrees and a relative humidity of 90 per cent, as compared with an ideal tempera- ture of 69 degrees and a humidity of 52 per cent. Similar results will be found on an investigation of human beings working in an office or factory A famous engineer says that there is a seasonal variation in the physical efficiency of workmen. Maximum efficiency occurs in the spring and autumn, while the lowest efficiency comes in midwin- ter and midsummer. Temperature is the main factor in these variations. The opti- mum, or most favorable temperature for human efficiency, is 60 degrees. A slightly varying temperature Is more stimulating to workmen than one that is uniform; a small decrease in temperature, say, five degrees, has more beneficial effect than a small rise. Efficiency is greatest at the end of a storm and less so on a very clear day. The ideal climate from an industrial standpoint is one where the temperature range varies rom 38 to 68 degrees and in which the humidity is uniformly neither high nor low. It is best if there are moderate daily changes in temperature. Another fact worth noting is the effect of iry air on the mucous membranes of the nose and throat. The drier the air the more moisture that will be absorbed by this air as we breathe it. The organs of the nose and throat can supply only so much mois- ture. Beyond this amount they become overworked. Lack of humidity is the chief factor in producing nasal and postnasal catarrh. Dust is a menace, but it is less a cause of nose and throat affections than dry air. Dozens of careful tests are on record and they support the foregoing conclusions. As to the quality of the present-day air in i large city, one examination showed that this air contains 100,000 to 1,500,000 dust particles per cubic foot of air; 100 counts of bacteria per cubic foot and a material percentage of gases. Tests indicate that a proper air washer will remove from 50 to 98 per cent of the floating dust. In various city schools it is not unusual to remove from four to six pails of mud from a single air washer each week. In the matter of gases, the washer will eliminate most of the soluble gases. In Philadelphia one of the grammar schools is located near a large garage. Gases from this garage found their way into the fresh-air intake. A report of the health officer stated that ‘‘a sample of the water taken from the air washer was two-thirds dirt and carbon, about 20 per cent oil and a large percentage of gasoline The gasoline was found to burn freely when a match was applied. Surely here was a case where mechanical ventilation was desirable and it is not an isolated instance. An air-washing and humidifying plant for a large school accommodating 1200 pupils or for an industrial plant working a thousand men will cost from $3000 to $5000. Taking actual figures from recent practice, we find that the operating costs of such a plant amount to from 25 to 50 cents a person per year and in this cost is included interest and depreciation on the investment A considerable reduction is made for the saving in coal resulting from the lower tem- peratures rendered possible by the humidi fication of the air. The first cost of such an equipment usually amounts to only one or two per cent of the total cost of the building. In the matter of schools and industrial buildings the United States just now is fa ing an alarming deficiency. The number of people that can safely be inclosed in a building depends not so much on floor area as on an adequate volume of fresh air. If we are going to depend on window ventila- tion we must either stop educating some of our children or double the number of schools. We can’t do the latter, so let us not be too quick to condemn mechanical ventilation lest we are throwing aside one of the important remedies for our trouble. From the clothes we wear to the food we eat our lives are artificial. That being the ase, we can only go ahead by using arti

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Dealers to serve you everywhere. THE SWINEHART TIRE & RUBBER COMPANY Ne AKRON, OHIO ] He had been, said Karl, very good company and was carrying a flask of what he called Catawba wine. ‘But it wasn’t,” Karl complained. ‘It was a lot stronger’n any wine I ever tasted. An’ I don’t know how I come to bust the window. But you can bet your shirt tail I’m going to close both his eyes for him next time I catch him, that’s all. An’ pop used a trunk strap!” That noon old Mrs. Carter’s son died in the hospital and, since she was one of those | pious, generous creatures who survive some- how in a crass world, the word went heavily from porch to porch along the streets. Father came home silent in the dense, re- newed heat, but after a while reported Judge Lowe as much disturbed. ‘This silly girl went down there with some boy she’d never seen before. She met him on the street. The judge can’t locate him, and he went away and left her before the trouble started, so she asked Bob Carter to take her home. It’s all un- accountable. They were going out the door and this drunken idiot, Swenson, be- gan shooting. He can’t remember why now. He says someone told him to. It’s precious queer.” Zerbetta seethed all afternoon and a doleful procession of ladies arriving at our door, bent on hearing the last terrors of young Carter’s er nd, drove me to open country. The C ochrane River wound in a series of willow-shaded pools past the Ross | orchard and I found the Rosses hosts to a dozen lads. News of the deadly dance had spread and I was called on for details. We dangled our legs in the tawny water, chewed licorice and discussed violent death happily. “Oh, yes,” I said, reminded of the lesser event, “and Colly Sims is likely going to die too.” Ethan was wallowing in the shallows at my feet and sat up suddenly. ““Why,”’ said someone, “I saw him yester- day afternoon. Wasn't sick then.” “Well, he was taken sick last night ‘long "bout eight,”’ I related. ‘It’s some kind of bellyache. They've got a doctor down from Columbus, but Mrs. Sims sent out for a dressmaker ‘safternoon to make black clothes.” At this moment one of the smaller Ross boys fell off a bough into the river with | loud wails and the naked assembly went, laughing, to rescue him, except Ethan, who scrambled out of the water and seized my arm, his eyes glittering. “You're lyin’ about Colly?” “Tam not,” I said. ‘“‘He’s havin’ con- vulsions an’ things, curls up into knots. Doctor Lynch says he ought to be dead al- ready. It’s sort of too bad,” I admitted, rather embarrassed by my vague sym- pathy for Ethan’s enemy. Ethan slapped some drops from his leg, ‘frowning at me. “T hate him like anythin’.” “Well,” I argued, “he’s the only kid the Simses have got an’ a “Oh, I don’t want him to die,” said Ethan. “But I ain’t sorry he’s sick!” He began to hunt for his shirt in the well- mixed wardrobe on the grass, frowning and muttering to himself. ‘You say it’s his stomach hurtin’ him? “Yes, but what are you gettin’ dressed for? ’Tisn’t five o'clock yet. “Oh, shut your head!” Ethan said bru- tally and ran off toward the house through the orchard. However, he came back pres- ently and apologized by giving me six cartridges which might fit my revolver. Further, he seduced me into stopping for supper and drove me home in the hot wind- less night, talking spasmodic nally. “I expect it’s no fun dyin’,” he remarked. **A fellow might go to hell.” “T thought you didn’t think there was any hell, Eth?” “Well, I don’t know there is, either,” he said fretfully. ‘But I'd hate gettin’ stuck in the same place as Colly Sims. We might get stuck in the same fiery furnace an’ he’d hog all the best coals to set on.” He hitched the horse to our lamp-post and came in with me. But father inter- rupted any preliminary topics by stating that Colly Sims was much improved. “He began to get better about half past four and they think he'll be all right pretty soon.”’ Ethan gasped then and sat down 9” December 6, 1919 on the steps. Father pursued the subject by a few timely observations on overeating in summer and put a question: “By the way, have you children seen a young fellow with red hair round town? A very good-looking boy about sixteen or seventeen?” “There isn’t any fellow in town with red hair but the O’Sheas,” said Ethan, “‘an’ you wouldn’t call them good-lookin’.” “Oh, but of course there is, Eth!” I cried. “That fellow that sold you the doll yesterday. a hat ‘doll?” asked Ethan in the level speech of mendacity, dropping his fist on my shadowed toes. “‘Doll? What you talkin’ about?” I could not imagine why he chose to lie, but I loyally deflected the inquiry and told father I had seen such a person near the courthouse. ““Where does he live, son?” “Dunno,” I answered quite truthfully. Father sighed and bade me go tell Judge Lowe all I knew. On the way to the gate I reproached Ethan, not that his lying to father shocked me, but since I felt that he should have warned me. “Why didn’t you say you'd seen him? No harm in seein’ him, is there? What's the matter with you? He didn’ t do any- thin’ but sell you a wax doll.” “You shut up about that damn doll!” “Golly!” I said, hurt and puzzled by his unreasonable behavior. “I don’t see what’s the matter. You bought it an’ ——”’ “Well, I think he’s probably pretty tough, Joe, an’ I don’t want to be mixed up with him. An’ I don’t want to talk about it, anyhow. So that’s all!” He finished with so much venom that I was really crushed, and watched him drive away in some awe. Judge Lowe was a plump, sleepy gentle- man and not intimidating, but I faced him rather nervously in his library. Eddie had gone to visit an aunt in Toledo for a day and his absence from the house did not en- courage me. I reported my meetings with the red-haired boy, and the magistrate stroked his white w jaiste oat ponderously. “H'm,” he said. ‘“‘This seems to be a queer kind of boy, Joe, and if I were you | wouldn’t have anything to do with him.” “No, sir.’ “And you don’t know where he lives?” “‘No, sir.” “H'm,” said the judge. ‘‘But he must live somewhere.” He consulted a piece of note paper, much scribbled, then stared at me with an authoritative glitter of the eye “T'll expect you to tell me if you find out where he lives. Good night.” On Eddie’s return Saturday I got a fur- ther budget of events domestic: “Seems this Baron fellow—that’s what he said his name was, isn’t it?—took that hired girl down to the roundhouse when Bob Carter got shot. Then he was with Karl Gruber when Karl got drunk and busted his father’s window. Then he told one of the O’Shea girls—that sick one, you know —about some kind of medicine you can take to stop toothache and he got her a bottle of it, only it’s awful dangerous kind of stuff to take. Seems if you start taking it you can’t stop. But Father Clancey, the priest, was at the O’Sheas’ and saw the bottle, so they didn’t let her take any. And there’s some more things he’s done, but dad wouldn’t tell me. But it’s funny they can’t find out where he lives, isn’t it?” “Are they goin’ to arrest him if they catch him?” I quavered. “Don’t know. Dad didn’t say. Oh, my aunt gave me a book!” It was the Ingoldsby Legends, which I had seen before, and I turned the pages without much attention, glancing at the old engravings—the Black Dancer bowing to Lady Hatton, the penitent Jackdaw of Rheims, the specter trying on Ensign Sea- forth’s breeches. “What’s it all about?” I asked. “Oh, ghosts and devils mostly! Some of it’s funny. There’s one about a ghost stole all a fellow’s pants.” “What's this?” I had found the pentacle, the six-pointed star, in The Lay of St. Dunstan, and its magic lettering interested me. (Continued on Page 177) Te ot on

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(Continued from Page 174 “Oh,” said the boy, “that’s what I was telling you about the other day. You stood inside it and called up the devil. So long as you stayed inside it he couldn’t hurt you.” “Folks must have been awful fools to believe all that stuff,” I grunted. ‘‘How could you call up the devil? Just say: ‘Hi, devil’?” “Oh, no!” Eddie explained. ‘‘He hada heap of names. Lucifer, Beelzebub, As- modeus, Belial—-names like that. Golly, isn’t it hot, huh?” It was truly stifling. No rain had fallen in a week now and the maples were coated with grime. I hated crossing the square on errands unshod and was almost at the point of daring convention by resuming shoes. Depression had settled on Zerbetta and the wealthy families were talking salt air. Ethan had not been to town since the night of Colly Sims’ recovery and I missed him. Toward dusk that evening dust rose in small cyclones along Poplar Street, awn- ings banged and a few drops of rain de- scended; then the gross heat shut down again and inclosed me like a burning jelly, in which the gnats swarmed languidly about the lamp outside the gate. I trailed drearily off to bed and sank into a desolate sleep full of indigestible dreams. Sut before midnight a wild pounding on our door brought me wide awake and frightened. Very soon I heard Bill Ross choking and gabbling in the hall below. So I stumbled downstairs just as father lit the gas. **Pull yourself together, William,” he said sternly,‘‘ and tell me what’s happened!” The expanding flame showed Bill limp against the red wall beneath the picture of Judas leaving the Last Supper, and his face was like soiled linen— white smeared with sweat and dust. “Oh, I dunno how it happened. Dad sent me in with a telegram. Aunt Carrie’s ick out in Chicago. An’ I walked down to the station to see if I could get a Cincinnati paper, but I couldn't an’ I came back by Clarke Street, an’ Fred Orn was comin’ out of Zegbaum's saloon an’ he spoke to me, but I didn’t pay any attention because I thought he was drunk.” “Quite right,”” said father. “Only, I was goin’ on an’ a fellow came round from somewhere ‘i “What fellow, William?” “TIT dunno. He’s a fellow with red hair. I don’t know his name. So he said, ‘ Did you hear what Orn called you?’ An’ he told me. So I got mad an’ went back to where Orn was standin’ front of Zog- baum’s window an’ I told him he better keep his head shut. * he slapped my face. I don't know why I did it, but there was a piece of wood lyin’ in the gutter, so I picked it up an’ hit him alongside the head an’ he fell into the window; an’ he’s dead, I guess.” All my poor faculties froze with the last phrase. I crouched on the staircase, gulp- ing. Father folded his dressing gown more straightly about him and took Bill’s arm. “Come over to Judge Lowe’s, William,” he said, ‘‘and tell him about it.” My father had a cool, compelling voice, and I don’t remember that Bill hesitated. 3ut when the hall was empty a flood of queer emotions, horrible curiosities, bested me. I wanted to see the dead man and I doubted that Bill had killed him. It ap- peared that I was involved in a dream of some sort. Certainly my performance had all the drifting, unreasonable folly of a dream. I found myself, sweating with ter- ror and out of breath, trotting down Poplar Street to the square, my nightshirt flap- ping on my knees and my mouth dry. Through the maples I could see the are lights high over the four corners of the con- course which I must cross, and they seemed like shining eyes above the silent space. My feet carried my fright along, with Bill’s story bubbling in my ears. The arcs kept my gaze, but somehow I saw a figure on the corner hydrant by Gruber’s and, wonder- ing if it was a policeman, I slowed. It was the red-haired boy, sitting, easily slouched, most distinct in the unhealthy light, his graceful legs crossed, his ciga- rette glowing in his mouth. The speed of my body bore me almost abreast of him and he turned his face, smiling as if he ex- pected me. He laughed, and at the sound my knees shook. “Hello, Bud,” he said. “Come along and let’s sf But I whirled and ran up the dark street, panting with horror, and did not stop until was safe in bed, suffocating, with the

THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 17 sheets wrapped round my head and wish- | ing that the revolver, with Ethan’s fitted cartridges, was at hand instead of lodged in | its box by Ahab’s stall in the barn. It | seemed that the smell of cigarettes filled my room and that the enchanting, evil voice was whispering in the still air. Hot morning brought better news. Orn had lain stunned in Zogbaum’s saloon for two hours, but was now parading the square, loud in admiration of Bill for laying him low with a fragment of rotten rail, which was what Bill’s weapon proved to be. He confessed to being decidedly drunk and went round, his head bandaged, to tell the | judge his share in the brawl. Mr. Ross | drove in with Ethan and took his badly | shaken first-born home before church. Ethan stayed to noonday dinner and we maintained a guarded peace. “This red-haired tramp,” said father, “is getting to be a nuisance. He's a genu- | ine trouble maker. The old Puritans would have put him in the stocks. They were very sensible people. I wish we had the stocks.” My mother tartly suggested a horsewhip by way of substitute and Ethan broke si- lence with an amazing remark: ‘**Nobody could ever catch him though! “Why not?” asked father. ‘‘Well—they couldn’t. Please, I’d like some more gravy, Mrs. Henry. It’s gettin’ awful dark.” | The sky was deep in somber clouds, which pressed us down more closely in the horrible heat, and the dining room was shadowy. “T wish it would rain,” sighed mother. “Tf the air cleared we'd all feel better. It’s been a dreadful week. Do see that Ahab has plenty of water, Joe.” Ahab drooped in his stall and I opened the wide doors into Poplar Street for his benefit. Ethan climbed into the vacant buggy and sat there, tortured by a Sunday collar. But he roused when I told him of my exploit. His eyes grew huge. “Oh, you were an awful fool to do that, Joe! He might of got hold of you!” “‘Couldn’t hurt me much,” I asserted lamely, with a shiver. | “Yes, he could too,” said Ethan. ‘He'd of made you do somethin’ like he did Bill and Karl. An’ nobody knows where he comes from or where he goes to-- goes to. You see, he ain’t real.” “You act awful queer, Eth,” I muttered, sitting down on the buggy shaft and turn- ing the revolver cylinder with a thumb. | “Ain't real? Of course he’s real!” “No, he ain’t,’”” Ethan said stubbornly “He's ia Eddie Lowe and Peter Vanois came in from Poplar Street just then with Frisky, who had been chasing the Lowe tomeat. We chattered about the revolver, which neither had seen since the addition of the cartridges. We argued its probable range and the action of the bullets. “Better keep it in your pocket,’’ Eddie sniffed. ‘‘This red-haired fellow'll be get- ting you in trouble next.” “Oh, stop talkin’ about him!” cried Ethan. “I’m tired hearin’ about him. It’s bad luck anyhow. Talk of the devil an’ his imps appear.” “Your temper isn’t very good,” Eddie retorted. ‘‘Better take a rhubarb pill. What did you do with that doll he sold

“You shut up about that doll!” Ethan flamed into a nervous passion and kicked at the dashboard. ‘‘That doll! It’s got me in trouble enough without you talkin’ about it!” “What kind of trouble?” Peter asked. “T don’t see it’s got youinto any trouble,” Eddie said, rubbing the'heat mist from his spectacles. His indifferent voice goaded Ethan into a yell: “Didn’t I pretty near kill Colly Sims?” Peter flattened himself against the wall and said “Sainte Vierge!” under his breath. Eddie dropped his spectacles and the Ingoldsby Legends. “Whatever are you talkin’ about?” I croaked. “Well, I did! I wasn’t goin’ to tell any- one, but I did!” Ethan said in a sort of hysterical chant. ‘An’ it’s your fault, any- how, Eddie! What'd you go an’ tell me about stickin’ pins in a wax doll that looked like a person you didn’t like for? Listen here, as soon as I saw that doll I knew it looked like Colly. So I bought it an’ took it home an’ after supper I stuck a pin right through its belly, an’ right then Colly took sick. An’ then next day, when Joe told me Colly was dyin’, I went an’ took the pin out.

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The principle is entirely unlike any thing of this kind you may have ever seen or heard of. Chere is a special type of Wizard for each kind of foot trouble, for every size foot, and for men, women and children. At shoe stores everywhere there are Wizard trained experts who can fit you with the proper W ward to give you immediate relief and can also give you expert service in fitting shoes It will pay you to buy your shoes where you can get W izard service © WIZE. ( ALA Adjustable Foot Appliances Write for free illustrated book on the Wizard method of foot ief also ask for names of Wizard dealers near you. Do this “lay Make your feet happy 4 ye ) J *\y arr AL Pat Wizard Foot Appliance Company 1689 Locust St., St. Louis, Mo. An’ that was half past four on Tuesday an’ Colly stopped bein’ sick right then! An’ didn’t I say that I wanted to see the devil, just once? Well, that red-headed fellow’s him!” Straight upon the pronoun an echo of thunder swept down Poplar Street and Ahab neighed in his stall, stamping. We all flinched, and a hot wind seemed to circle through the barn. Peter's fingers fluttered across his breast. “You're lying,”’ said Eddie, stooping for his book. ‘‘ You’re making it up.” “I hope I die an’ go to hell if I am,” Ethan groaned, staring into the darkened street. Thunder greeted this appalling at- testation and rolled in my ears like the voice of Satan’s self. The dense air was choking me. Peter gulped something about rain and ran out. I had no desire to laugh at his flight. “But it isn’t sensible,”” Eddie protested. “How could sticking a pin in a wax doll kill anybody? It’s silly! It isn’t reason- able, Eth. He’s just some tramp. He couldn't be the devil. There isn’t any such thing, I'll bet you.” jut he don’t live anywhere, Ed,” I maundered. ‘He just sort of comes round and every time he turns up there’s trouble. And the doll did look like Colly, of course it did. I thought so myself.” Eddie laughed, or tried to laugh, but the sound was lost in his throat. Ethan kept staring into Poplar Street. “You go tell dad that Satan’s in town,” Eddie said after a moment. ‘That'd look fine in the Courier, wouldn’t it? ‘Satan from hell is stopping in Zerbetta for a few days, on business.’ That'd be fine!” “Shut up!” whispered Ethan, moving on the buggy cushions. “‘He can hear you. He can hear anything.” So strong was fear twisting my soul that, almost expecting to see the red-haired boy on the sill, | turned toward the door, clutch- ing the revolver. Frisky had stopped scratching fleas and was whining drearily in a corner. “Oh, stuff and rubbish!” said Eddie. “Here, I'll show you two babies if there’s any devil.” He began to rummage the Ingoldsby Legends, then squatted on the planks and commenced marking them with a bit of charcoal. “What are you doin’?” Ethan cried. “I'll show you in a minute,” the skeptic snapped. “‘ You and Joe are a pair of plumb idiots, that’s all. Wax dolls!” He scrawled a rough star, two triangles, one on the other, and consulted his book. I remembered the design and squeaked: “You look out, Eddie, don't you do nothin’ like that!” Eddie marked the symbols at the corners and stood up. His glasses shimmered blue in the first hghtning. “All right, now,” he said. “This is a pentacle. You kids say there’s a regular devil and that he put spells on Colly Sims and all. Well, if there is, all I’ve got to do is stand inside this business and call him and he’s got to come. He won't, but I'll show you.” Ethan leaped out of the buggy with a yelp of fright. December 6, 1919 “Don't you dare do any such thing, Ed- die Lowe! There’s been enough trouble round here! You stop!” Eddie planted himself in the center of his device and screwed his eyes shut, medi- tating. “Let's see—what are some of his fool names? Lucifer 1 “Shut up!” screamed Ethan, backing between the buggy shafts. “ Beelzebub!”’ cried Eddie against a new rattle of thunder, “Prince of Darkness, Asmodeus—he doesn’t seem to be coming, does he? I guess he’s too busy. Belial Frisky gave a wild bark. The red-haired boy walked in from Poplar Street, his ciga- rette burning in his mouth. Ahab began to kick his stall, and rain like a silver cur- tain hid the maple trees and the Sims’ fence from my staring eyes. Within the barn there was a clinging silence. “‘Hello!”’ said the red-haired boy. ‘I thought I'd drop in.”’ Eddie coughed and—I think—his teeth rattled. I took a terrible step forward, drawn by the enchanting voice, yet so frightened that my knees shook. “You get out of here!’’ shrieked Ethan. “Get out! Go ’way!” “Yes,” I said, “get out! I—we don’t want you!” The red-haired boy strolled nearer me, smiling amiably, and took the cigarette from his lips. “I've got some dice,”’ he said, “‘an’ I'll teach you “i The revolver exploded in my hands, straight at his blue shirt, and I reeled back against Eddie. A swirl of green smoke hid the tempter, but he spoke through it pleas- antly: “Better look out, Joe, or you'll hurt somebody. Well, as I was saying ae I fell on my knees. Suddenly in a high, hasty voice Ethan spoke: “Our Father which art’n heaven, hal- lowed be Thy name, Thy mo The red-haired boy swung on his heel and went out into the rain, which hid him at once. The smoke rose and vanished along the ceiling. With a roar, his wet.coat flapping, Mr. Sims charged across the street. “What the devil do you mean, Joe Henry, shootin’ holes in my awnings!” “Oh, did you see him?”’ Eddie babbled. “Did you see him?” “See who?” fellow with red hair! He just went out!” “I didn’t see a soul! You, Joe, I’ve a good mind 26 But just then I fainted. My sons, very learned in matters of war, tell me that revolvers do odd things when inexpertly handled. It is quite true that next week a detective came through Zer- betta, hunting a lad escaped from the state reformatory, and that all this may have been a bubble swelling in the idle mind of youth. But Ethan won’t have a red-haired office boy in his Cleveland offices without warrant by Sunday-school teachers; and Professor Lowe's course in medieval history at the university is much enlivened by his lec- tures on witchcraft and diabolism. i |

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THE SATURDAY ON CATCHING COLD Continued from Page 19) And now for the conditions which ac- tually cause colds: First, there are germs. Many are so imbued with the idea of the germ theory that they forget that it takes two to make a bargain. Most germs, all but the most virulent, cannot harm us un- less conditions are just right. And for conditions to be right for germs they must be wrong for us. It requires contributory negligence on our part. Many germs have their habitat in the nose and throat. All of them have long names, but we shall mention only two kinds, the Micrococcus Catarrhalis and the Diplococcus Coryze. There are many other varieties, but they need not concern us here. No matter which particular germ or combination of germs, the symptoms are the same, and the inflammatory changes; and their presence accounts for the in- fectious character of colds. f one member of a family has a cold the others may be affected subsequently. This is partly at least because the germs are present in great numbers in an active cold. But it may be due also to other conditions in the home, such as dampness, or over- heating, or lack of fresh air, to which all the family are subject. But the germs are the irritating cause. Speaking generically then, and not of any particular germ, the germs have been cir- culating, now in the microcosmic dust of the atmosphere, then entering a human nose with the respired air. Anon, over- come by the inhospitable host, gently waved back and coughed or sneezed into the circumambient air, they float in the impalpable dust again, suspended ‘twixt ven and earth, like Mohammed’s coffin. One day in this constantly repeated ycle their host is more hospitable. Con- litions are not so unfavorable for them and

( they begin at once to raise the my riads of th kind. Being minute vegetables they n ply by segmentation, flourishing in the favorable soil Then follow the numerous conditions within that nose and throat; and to the eyes, the ears, and perhaps the accessory sinuses, which asa group we call a cold. In the beginning of this article the statement was made that one cannot catch a cold if he tries. That is nearly if not quite true. However, if anyone doubts it he may be able to prove his point if he tries any combination of the following directions for catchit £ cold,

Rules for the Germ Host They are meant only for those who have good prac tical noses through which they ordinarily breathe Of course one who has ything wrong with his nose to start with, such as obstructions or chronic catarrh or us disease, has a advantage. He is to catch cold on the slightest provo-

t, choose as a habitation a house that is continuou ly dam If that i impractl cable work every y in suc h a building. Keep all the windows shut, especially at night. Remember that night air is bad for one, and as night air is the only kind one can get at night, keep it out. Use the good

day air, or, better, day before eye terday salir. Breathe i: lot of dust. Have the floors swept vigoro r and often while you are present Dot not use a vacuum cleaner or any moist method of removing dust. Chase it as you would pigeons, which rise and circle, and li igh t again. Keep the house hot; plenty of good dry heat And wear heavy underclothing, which, untike outer garments, cannot be removed when you get indoors. Do not bathe frequently; keep the mouths of the pores clogged with unre- moved waste ma ial. Eat more than you need. If your ap- petite fails don’t weaken. Try rich sauces ind pastries and condiments. _ And if necessary, OF pos ible these days, take a cocktail or two to stimulate the appetite. Lose plenty of sleep. Worry will help also; and fatigue, and overwork. Try to do all the unnecessary things you can think of. That may cause mental depression Having followed all or part of these di- rections conscientiously for some time, get your feet soaking wet and do not remove your shoes. Then sit next to the only open window. But open it only a very little, so that there will be a nice strong draft of cold air, preferably on the back of your neck, You will probably win. In a few minutes or hours you may have a nice cold in the head with all the trimmings. Sitting in a draft does not always give one a cold by any means, but it may, if one is in the proper condition. Why are not sudden and extreme changes of temperature necessarily harmful? Be- cause the human body possesses the most wonderful automatic heating apparatus in the world. Men have tried to imitate it in the modern dwelling, but they never have approached and never will approach its perfection. No matter how cold the weather, no matter how great the heat, in which one can live, this self-acting appa- ratus self-acts, and the bodily temperature does not appreciably change. Cold will chill the surface by contracting the capil- laries of the skin, but very soon they will dilate and the surface will be warmed by the increased supply of blood. Heat will cause greater activity of the sweat glands, and evaporating sweat will cool the body. The Other Was Immune How then do we circumvent Nature when we sit in a draft? A part of the body, usually a small part, is chilled while the other is not. We give the heating apparatus an almost impossible task—that of keeping a large section of the body under normal conditions and at the same time protecting a small surface against the cold. Even its marvelous mechasism some- times fails in such circumstances But these conditions do not alone pro duce a cold. There must be something else, a certain lowering of resisting power. Not long ago two people sat and watched a foot- ball game through an hour and a half of cold pouring rain. They were soaked to the skin. The next day one of the two hada cold, and of course it was an interesting topic of discussion That one said: ‘You can't tell be that getting wet dod’t give you a cold, I cer- taidly got bide at the gabe!” The other replied tolerantly: ‘Yes, my dear, but why didn’t I catch cold?” There you are! There is no argument. Many thousands were soaked and cl led that same afternoon, and it is hardly like that ten per cent ca ight cold. First there are the germs, then the exciting cause, and third the lowered resi tar ce Constant conflict with bacteria deve lops an immunity in the individual. This im- munity must be destroyed if the germs are to be victorious, unless they overwhelm their victim by force of numbers. ‘This latter is sometimes the case when one comes in hourly contact with them at home, and partly explains the spread of an infectious cold among various members of a family. If fighting germs increases immunity, so continuous absence from contact with them lessens it. Explorers returning to civiliza tion after prolonged absence are more sus- ceptible than those who have remained at home. Among those who dwell in isolated places an infectious disease introduc ed from without will spread quickly. All this is very well and may i of pass ing interest, but what we want to know is and this is the meat of this coconut: How can colds be prevented? A large part of the answer is contained in the directions for catching a cold, if they are read with re- verse English. If the nose is not normal it should be put into proper condition. Obstructions should be removed. Operations for removal of obstructions are usually quite simp le. Per- haps, when you were young, a playful tap on the nose by a companion threw it off

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Only the genu- ine bears the flying eagle trade mark. Model shows how Write for it Cardboard “ RE E Packie Pocravan ign 2 S. L. ALLEN & Co., Inc. - Box 1100S — Philadelphia The Souths Order By Mail poset Jamous Conloction ORIGINAL CREOLE PRALINES (GRUNEWALD ) Scrupulous care is maintained throughout in producing this That Original Creole Pralines (Grunewald) mace only of Louisiana cane sugar and Louisiana (whole half) pecan meats are re- garded everywhere as the highest quality Creole Pralines made Let the kiddies eat all they \bsolutely and the oil from nut meat good for the digestive system \lso a delightfu after-dinner dainty. famous candy swhy want pure il dessert or The HOTEL GRUNEWALD CATERERS Deot P. NEW OPLEANS.LA. tin a model, new and absolutely sanitary Mail orders filled anywhere. Sent in a earton -each PRALINE wrap in glazed paper. Carefully » acke Pr ra) or Express somes Orders, or Peres ial recks receiver 1. BOX - B (Sample) . $1.00 & BOX OF 150 BOX OF n. ; 00 ent Parcel Po epaid, ine red | on the | removable | ence of company. | factories are usually up to summer heat in EVENING POST and it never returned. Possibly when too young to recognize the proprieties you were given to sucking your thumb and pressing at the same time with the fore- finger of the hand upon that tender nascent organ, the nose, causing a permanent devia- center, tion. In other words, the septum, or parti- tion between the nostrils, may lean too much toward one side, obstructing the passage of air. There are many other causes of obstruction than a deviated septum, but this will do as an example. Chronic catarrhal conditions predispose to colds, and to many other things. Germ growth is favored by poor soil and chronic inflammation makes poor soil. But given a perfectly good practical nose, how can one keep it, and himself, from the incidence of such accidents as colds? Fresh air, for one thing. As was said before, patients in tuberculosis sanatoria, who are outdoors practically all the time, are seldom affected. And if the attending physician comes upon one with a cold he says to the patient, “Aha! You've not been getting enough fresh air!”’ and at once consigns him to a bed in the open. Open-air games are more healthful than indoor sports or exercise. If one must exer- cise indoors all the windows should be wide open. Many use the calendar instead of the thermometer as a guide to clothing. It is as senseless as discarding one’s straw hat on September fifteenth, no matter how hot the weather; and far more harmful. Both in the fall and in the spring we wear too much warm days, and stew and fret and catch cold without realizing why. Most of our warm clothing should be that is, removable in the pres- Homes and offices and the coldest weather, and yet many people | who spend nearly all of the twenty-four hours indoors wear heavy winter under- clothing. This superheating of the body lessens the resisting power. Remember, it does not open the pores. One should do that daily by a good bath with soap and warm water, and follow it with a dash of cold water. The ordinary tubbing which is supposed to be a daily rite of our English cousins is much advocated as a means of hardening oneself. It usually consists of a dash into a | tub of ice-cold water, a dash for the towel, December 6,1919 And do not rub all the outer layers of the skin off with brushes, loofahs and extraor- dinarily coarse towels. In some countries they wear those outer layers of the skin for clothes, and they do not catch cold. Nature intended that the outermost layer, only, should be rubbed off by gentle friction. It may not be necessary, now, to speak of alcoholic beverages. But if anyone should have a little left over in this period of drought, here is a recipe for taking a cock- tail: Spill a little on the tablecloth or doily, then glance round to see if your hostess is looking elsewhere, and throw the rest over the left shoulder, for luck. Remedies are of some use, but they should be prescribed by a physician for the particular cold they are intended to banish. As a rule, however, modern medicine has little to offer, and with two exceptions the granny remedies are best. The first excep- tion is the hoary axiom: “Feed a cold and starve a fever.” A cold is not, dietetically speaking, voracious. Feed it very little and it will be much kinder to you. And take a laxative, or two, as atonement for past indiscretions. The other exception is the hot stuffy room as a means toa cure. Plenty of warm bed clothing, the body entirely immersed in coverings if thought necessary, head and all—all except the nose. Keep it out and take in through it all the outdoors you can get. Fresh air is the one essential medicine. Having eliminated these two exceptions bring on your granny remedies—the hot milk or hot lemonade; the hot salt gargles or spray; the quinine, if you like it; and the hot mustard footbath. All of these are a kind of bloodletting. They dilate the capillaries at the extremities and upon the surface of the body elsewhere, and they cause sweating, which is another form of relief. By dilation of the myriads of capillaries in the skin they draw away the blood from the congested area in the nose and throat, thereby lessening the inflammatory process. One who has a severe cold should be put to bed—for his own good and that of others. Colds are catching if one’s condi- tion invites them. Applications to the nose and throat are helpful if made by one who knows what is needed and how to apply it. If there are complications—that is, if the ears or si- nuses are affected—competent advice should be sought to prevent serious trouble. and a dash into one’s clothes. It is not But whatever you do for a cold do not cleansing and will not open the pores. Take take promiscuous advice. Do not follow the cold water for dessert, using soap and ll the precepts of kind friends. Or you water as the piéce de résistance. may never have another cold. - a } THE SATURDAY EVENING POST More Than Two Million a Week Table of Contents December 6, 1919 SHORT STORIES PAGE The Case of Mrs. Alison— Julian Street . 5 It Could Happen Again To-Morrow— Irvin S. Cobb 10 White Lines— Herschel S. Hall 14 We Can't Afford It—Viola Brothers Shore 16 Ancestors— Holworthy Hall 20 Zerbetta and the Black Arts— Thomas Beer 22 Tutt and Mr. Tutt—Arthur Train 24 Oo, La, La!— George Pattullo 30 The Downfall of an Uplift—Boice Du Bois 46 SERIALS The Girl on the Hilltop— Kenyon Gambicr 26 The Cross Pull—Hal G. Evarts a 34 ARTICLES Views of a Layman on Bolshevism— Alonzo Englebert Taylor 3 The Last Stand of the Giants--Samuel G. Blythe 8 The Air Cure— David Lawrence 12 Writing for Print—E. W. Howe 18 On Catching Cold—Stanley M. Rinehart, M. D 19 The Year in Sport — Emerson Hough 54 Oil-Burning Ships . 73 DEPARTMENTS Editorial— By the Editor 28 Everybody’s Business—Fioyd W. Parsons 42 The Canal Boats of the Seine—Poem—Charles Divine 73 Barney —Poem— Martha Haskell Clark 142 Out-of-Doors 145

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SL LE OL emenaeeines TrTTT TTTTT THE SATURDAY EVENING POST TTTTTT AN EASY WAY TO TEST THE QUALITY OF INK We'll start with the premise that an Ink to be suitable for today’s exacting comme cial uses must have a// the essential merits, to the utmost degree, of a perfect Ink. No other is really safe—no other Ink is wholly efficient. How, then, can you determine — positively that the Ink you use—or, if you are a dealer, the Ink you s¢ I] s an absolute ly safe and altogether efficient Ink? You could make a test yourself. This is quite possible and easy. But you are a busy man, and realizing that “every shoe maker to his last’’ is best, you turn the matter over to an expert analytical chemist to make a comparative test for you. So you go into the open market and select samples of Ink, say six or seven, or as many as you choose, including SIGNET INK. Call in any reputable analytical chemist. Instruct him to give you a report on th comparative values of these samples as to Color Value, Paper Penetration, Corrosive Action on Steel Pens, Stability Towards Sunlight and Artificial Light, Effect of Ac tive Reagents, Acidity, Body Solids and Contents, Specific Gravity, or any other test you wish to have made. “But thatentailsexpense,” yousay. Yes, it does, but we will pay for the test Russia Cement Company, Glouc a y ‘ - Wt BEST by your own expert's test. We do not ask you to give us the name of your chemist. If you desire to make such a test, write to the Russia Cement Company for full particulars regarding it, stating the Ink you are now using and the amount you pure hase per year. And just in this CONnNNEe.( tion may we call your attention to the fact that Signet Inks are made and guaranteed by the makers of the world-known and universally-used La Page’s Glue and LePage’s Mucilagy Dealers, who for a half-century have recom mended and sold these standard product 1 | 1 and know their value, will fill your Signet Ink order or get Signet for you Never before has a pers t Ink been lifficult to produ Never before has been more important that the dealer 41 the Ink he is selling. And never before has that the user of Ink it been so nec iry make absolut Vv sure that hi In} IS, T7 il t/ had / a ife, sour and of unvarying quality Wi will be mr t rit vou al further particulat Dves and American matet —

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184 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST eAHtA? HHOAAAM Guaranteeing the Guarantee When the Sales Manager says: “We can strengthen our guarantee now that our product is Robbins & Myers equipped,” it means increased prestige and profit through easier selling and greater satisfaction. And sales managers are saying that everywhere. For they have come to learn that the operating efficiency insured by any Robbins & Myers Motor is fully in keeping with their own high standard of manutacture. Robbins & Myers Motors guarantee the perform- ince of a host of the better electrically operated labor-saving devices. You will find them on address- ing and mailing machines in the office; on coffee grinders and food choppers in the store; on vacuum cleaners and washing machines in the home; as well as a built-in part of high-grade electrical tools. The makers of such equipment prefer R&M Robbins Motors Motors because these motors enable them to strengthen and guarantee their guarantee. Back of this recognized R&M efficiency is a 22- year experience in the making of quality motors ranging from 1-40 to 50 horsepower. Power users, as well as electrical equipment manufacturers, are saving money through uninterrupted production insured by Robbins & Myers Motors. The Robbins & Myers engineering bureau will gladly co-operate with you in selecting the par- ticular R&M Motor or Motors best suited to your requirements. Representative dealers also find added prestige in the Robbins & Myers line. The Robbins & Myers Company, Springfield, Ohio For Twenty-two Years Alakers of Quality Fans and Motors Branches in All Principal Citie a Li Speecting Production ff December 6, 1919 es — — ee eh thie oan ea a a SN ie EET EOE at Nt lg TON OE Ag iam, — a SnD SIS OE ee a ea sa Rg NR 4

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