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Published Weekly | The Curtis Publishing Company | Cyrus H. K. Curtis, President C. H. Ludington, Vice-President and Treasurer P. S. Collins, General Business Manoger Walter D. Fuller, Secretary William Boyd, Advertising Director Independence Square, Philadelphia | London: 0, Henrietta Street | Covent Garden, W. C THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Founded. A°D' 1728 Sy Benj. Franklin Copyright, 1920. by the Curtis Publishing Company in the United Stetes and Greet Britain Volume 192 Se. Te eteade PHILADELPHIA, MAY 22, 1920 THE YEAR by Subscription George Horace Lorimer EDITOR Churchill Williams, F. S. Bigelow, A.W. Neall, Arthur McHeogh, E. Dinsmore, Associate Editors | Lntered as SecondsClass Matter, November 14 1879, at the Post Office at Philadelphie Under the Act of March 3, 1879 Entered as Second-Class Matter « the | Post-Office Department, Ottawa, Canada Number 47 (i O Columbia, There’s a Jam on t ceam ne oe = By Nina Wilcox Putnam N THE life of every live wire there comesa terrible moment when he feels that Fate has handed him a lemon—that the job which he has been doing with a fair amount of satisfaction to date is the wrong job, that he is capable of better things and that tempus is fugiting at a terrible rate, the gray hairs are gathering and the really big thing is still to be accom- plished. In what are now referred to as the old days, meaning any time prior to July 1, 1919, and including every date from June 30, 1919, clear back to 1 B. c., this conviction of fail- ure generally manifested itself upon Monday morning, par- ticularly in the persons of suc- cessful males. But it is not by any means an experience con- fined, even in those ancient times, to members of the stronger, more alcoholic sex. Not at all. Mother often experienced a dash of it. In point of fact, across her busy and useful career of bringing me up there often flashed the melancholy conviction that she would have done better as a queen of burlesque. And what business man but se- cretly nourishes a poet or opera singer within him? And usually a darn lucky thing for the general public good that it stays there. Strange Yearnings T ANY rate almost any one of us is willing to admit, given a little sympathetic en- couragement— and sometimes without even the least bit of encouragement— that wehave all the specifications of real greatness, and that in the very near future, by George, we are going toshow em! Mean- ing the world, I suppose though I confess to a very dim understanding as to the exact social status of those ’Ems who are so frequently hauled into the conversation whenever a friend essays into the infinite and the realm of big things generally. Well, anyways, we authors are peculiarly susceptible to the bug of doing something big. As a rule the smaller the even I myself fall for it on oe- casion and yearn to do some- thing splendidly unsalable for the permanent good of Amer- ican literature. I usually get these attacks after dining with my mother-in-law, where there is a cook who can make lay mince pie—illimitable, ir inative, unrestricted mince pie. When I yearn to yearn I get my) elf asked there to eat, and inevitably I yearn next day; a pleasing melancholy settles upon me and I begin to realize that my work is not all that it ought to be "Twas on such a morn that our piano tuner, who was most sympathetically and ade- quately expressing my emo- tions upon the person of our installment piano, took me to task for not writing more seri ous stuff. He is himself a man of genius, being a tenor by primary obedience anda piano tuner by force of circum- stance I have his own word for it. He would gladly have attempted to prove it to me, but after a similar attempt on the part of one of our leading detective-story writers to prove to me that poetry was her real métier I preferred to accept his bare statement Besides, he had an honest face Mince Pie, Preferred ia HY don't you. write something really good?” he asked me, leaning heavily upon A Flat. ‘ Take these here Russians now that’s stuff which will last.” ‘I doubt it,” I remarked, “what with all the unplea ant reports we get from thers “I was referring to Turger ieff,”’ replied the piano tuner alighting savage y upon B Minor or something In common with most char acters of this sort he was.a remarkable man. His words left dee p impression on my a mind. They brought me to an added realization that if J was ever going to do anything big | should do it at once be fore the price of paper went up again, and also before | was thirty-one. You know how it is—you always allow yourself a year’s margin on wherever you happen to be bigger, if you get me. And on the calendar. I had been

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ome HLT aher rat inge the e mince-ple allowances for the last ten year the fatal, tide-water age for achievement always, moet fortunatel remaining one jump ahead Chis time however, | determined to procrastinate no longer I would do a strong novel a long long novel in fine print at $2.50 net imply chock-full of hideous life in the raw—reeking with sir both original and plagia ed, crammed with intensive cultivation of the emotior ind a miserabls unhappy ending The t of thing which great authors get awa with and starve in their or somebod) else ittie for the ike of. Somebody) else’s attic is probably right Secause if it was their attic why should they starve? Wi wouldn't they sell the darn thing with real eatate the way it and eat for ever after? A diet of mince pie, preferred, to keep up the inspirational mood To Cuba for Copy f pen only thing | was up against in the irrying out of my high resolution t become America’s almost novelist was a dearth of what is technically known in the literary profession a copy.” Russia vu dished; the London lum over vorked; the native slums a darn sight more prosperous than our main street at ne ind | began to fear lest my project fail from starvation, when all at once a magic name flashed acro my mind Cuba! Of course, Cuba Libertine! There wecording to all account would I find the grim material of which | was in need At once | determined to saunter down to Cuba, gather up a little wickedne and m mg and original novel would he pro ided wit! e maki Which is probably the best all-round ilibi for taking tl particular trip whic is been pulled to dats lam a woman of actior Relieve me once L had thoug! | e foregoing argu 2 ment | hesitated no longer. I put on one a of those five-dolla hat of mine and om — : trolled rig! p to a well-known tourist Havana Yacht Club Pier wency wit! kindl ntention of be Above Matacon From La Punta on a Sunday Afternoon towing my patronage upon it | had bought tickets through this concern before—tickets to ‘Hey, young feller,”’ | remarked, seizing a flying elbow Fall River in 1912 and I naturally expected some cor as it would have passed me —“ hey, young feller, leration And o, entering their nice little pla “« patiently intil one of the young men wh nize me, drop five hasten to my assistance And | waited L'ntil at length | drew the attention of one ming birds by main force rather than by } onatit ix receivers in glad surprise and THE SATURDAY EVENING POST pay anything,” [ went on fatuously “And I want to go to the best hotel.” You see, it was not my intention to live too close to the squalor I was going to describe. I think it a mistake for writers not to keep a certain perspective on their work. “Sorry!” said the tan waistcoat in the voice of one who has repeated the same thing so many times that it has lost all intonation and emphasis. ‘Absolutely no hotel accommodations for a month. Let me see your passport.” ‘My passport?” I articulated. ‘‘ What do I need a passport for?” ‘To go to Cuba,” replied the intelli- gent young fellow. ‘We cannot make any reservations until we see your pass- port. I advise you to go straight down to the customs office and get your appli- cation in. There have been more than thirty-six thousand passports to Cuba asked for since January sixteenth, and they are coming through very slowly. When you get it come back and I'll be glad to see what I can do for you.” With which he turned from me to a tiresome person who seemed to be having no difficulty at all in going to China. Difficulties Crop Up ) SAY that I was annoyed is putting it mildly. I even wished I had never bought those tickets to Fall River in their old place. One needed no passport to Bermuda the Moist; and so why to Cuba, which was, in a manner of speaking, so much nearer to us? I even seemed dimly to remember some talk in my childhood about a thing called reciprocity. I don't recall what happened to the darn thing, whatever it was. But it had apparently gone blooey. However, it was evident that I must have a passport whether or no, and being efficient by intention, especially when the inspiration for a serious novel is at stake, I beat the customs house to its closing i ad go to Cuba.” on the Avenue I'll say I did. thing I've got,” he sniffed. of these hum- “Nothing better?” oneself of any general social condition, “I am willing to Strangely enough, this didn’t get me anything. | leaned with languid grace against the counter and waited of appearing impressed with the fact that I was willing to © were darting embark on so long a journey he at once cast upon me a from telephone to telephone like busy bees, should recog look in which suspicion and envy were mingled. “ Upper bert h three weeks from next Saturday the only I inquired with that incredulity force of per- with which one always greets the sudden application to time by fifteen minutes and joined the immense throng which crowded its upper corridors. These stately catacombs were a full block in length, and believe me I was surprised at the jam in them, even after the statistics, which were all the clerk at the agency had handed me. From end to end that corridor was packed with humanity, wordless with grim, patient determination, perspiring and shoving with- out remark, as is our American custom. And after I had joined them I began to understand the habitual inarticu- lateness of the sardine. As I looked at the variegated faces about me—faces of every sex and creed —my author's mind delighted to com- ment upon the wide range of Cuba goers. It was truly Continued on Page 42) May 22,1920

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T RTHUR AYLWYN, known to the humbler workers of the Augmented Aylwyn Films sometimes as Sir Ar- thur and sometimes as the Kid, was once known to his Quaker City playmates by the less resonant appellative of Mickey Mc- Cubbin. If not quite a child of the streets, he was at least a child of the people, and at the age of thirteen his education had been cut short to the end that his earnings asa broker’s messenger might add to the overmeager family exchequer. But after three years of such activity ypung McCubbin graduated into the more leisurely atmosphere of a suburban barber shop, where after a winter of super- intending the Turkish-bath annex he learned to play a concert guitar, to uphold the tenor end in the quartet and to wield the harmless necessary razor. Those were very happy and very peaceful days for young McCubbin. He that place of melodious warmth in winter and that cavern of aromatic coolness in summer. He loved the smell of bay rum and emollients and shampoo essences, the smack of polished steel on the taut strop and the glide of a keen blade over a lather-laden cheek. He loved the fraternal talk over a tilted headrest and the solemn prophesying about the next big-league game and the privilege of passing on an inside tip as to how the ponies were going to line up at Latonia. He loved to see a well-honed razor blade deforest the close- loved ILLUSTRATED THE SATURDAY EVENING POST CUFF SHOO Al Story of Movie Life ‘: By ARTHUR STRINGER BY ARTHUR WILLIAM the Piper—dropped in at that particular tonsorial parlor for a shave and an eave-trough trim As Budansky sat in his barber's chair with the scissor blades snipping at an extremely scant back fringe his ever-investigatory eye alighted on the idle young stripling in a slightly soiled duck coat who stood not faraway. This stripling lingered in front of one of the mirrors, studiously and affectionately caressing what at the time was called a Harvard pompadour. It was a movement which he was repeating for at least the twentieth time in one day, and there was a touch of childlike ingenuousness in the open self-satisfaction with which he regarded his own pomaded headdress and his own classic if somewhat pallid features Budansky also studied those features. He studied them with a shrewdly appraising eye. Then he inspected the neat and narrow figure and made inward note of the pale and pliant hands, and knew in his own soul that he had at bristled chin and behold the scissored neck s} ape up into the classic lines of a pineapple cut. He loved the beveled plate mirrors and the litho- graphed half-clad ladies and the ord array of } hair tonies and vanis ing creams and nickel clippers, the illustrated papers and the Harz Mountain canary that chirruped in the front window, and the occa- sional excitement of roll- ing the bones with his older chair mate, Otto Etzel. But most of all he loved the music, the transposing and the har- monizing when the full quartet found an hour for pure art on their hands; thesoaring melo- dies of the old plar tation songs and the tingling syncopated beat of the new rag-time hits; sweet complainings of the ballads that crept over from Broadway; and the impromptus on the back-wall bench that made the shop a beehive of music, mur- murous with the echoes of songland and hung with the spices of Araby. Mickey McCubbin loved them all. He asked nothing more of the future than to go on, placid day by day and pleasant year by year, singing and scis- soring and double- chording on his concert guitar. He seemed linked for life to the lather brush and the electric vibrator. And in all likelihood he would have remained so linked had not Bu- dansky—the eminent Budansky who had al- the over- ready enraptured a grateful world with Love and LiJac Time “And While I'm Stitt Handing Out the Painful Truths,"' He Conctuded, “‘I Want to Warn You About This Gila Monster in the Shape of a Man" TE IR last stumbled on a type that he needed in For Budansky had already grown into a knowledge of certain deficien- cies in the film world. He saw that the public was no longer satisfied with the business heavy-jowled actor of middle age, pitch forked from the speaking stage into the film studio and called upon to enact a réle of light and engaging romance. They were stodgy heavy and of the silver sheet, not BROWN unresilient, those threadbare nfrequently given to drink and not open-minded in the medium of and heroes their adoption They were transients and nothing more, and Budansky was tired of them. He was tired of their extortionat alary demands; of their efforts to girdle down aldermanic paunches; of their pathetic simulations of youth. And time had taught him the value of a he was giving his What he wanted was a personality still their over sprightly clean slate in this business to which fiery little soul young and pliant and passive; something that could be as putty in his hands, to mold and manipulate as he saw fit All he asked for, all he had been prowling about and looking for, was some empty shell of a youth behind could own directing and dominatir g personality. But that shell, however empty, would have to be one appealing to the eye. So he continued to Cupid MeCub bin—for by this time the Mickey of old had meta morphosed into an ado- lescent pre ttiness for which the later cogno was by no so restlessly which he station his study means Budan men inappropriate sky studied the slender bodied youth in the slightly soiled barber’ making careful note of the regular if somewhat neutral fea tures, the straight brow coat, and the limpid ifslightly vacant eves. the thicl planted lashes and the gently curving lips, the smooth as a skin as woman's and the ger eral engaging aspect of a face which anwmia and adolescence till combined to And he decided in hi own heart that he needed this lily-skinned barber-shop idler in his poeticize work. But Budansky wa remarkably cool-headed and discreet about it all. He gave that cal- low youth no inl ling of what he was being pro jected into; nosuspicion of the vast and world- wide which he was to stand the pillar and the pir Budansky movements of nacle in one in fac t, said nothir g of his plans until he could talk with Cupid Me Cubbin alone. Then he sounded out the slightly abashed Cupid and inti- mated that he was pro ducing a peculiar type of picture into which Cupid might possibly fit. But it all depended on Nonah Maynelle, the bewitching and duly coached Nonah, with whom Budansky and Cupid duly dined one historic Sunday evening in a sufficiently big and bewildering hotel in At lantic City. After basi ing for an hour in the untempered radiance of and When Passion is

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Ki oe led off } r NY talked big of the fut him meas that slight and boyish sria@emls ‘ nded it ai THE SATURDAY EVENING POST at association witt uch love than even concert guitars did further seeing the occasion was red Not argument nly ce to tie his man up in an ver an equally iron-clad Cupid was went ded contract. a modest salary which inappreciated and persistent But it was the instru MeCubbin and outh alias Cupid, nee and observant the name of Arthur Aylwyn an over volubly and pro- other im fly moinded lad alone instid him off to Californy wild him asthray and a carful av photty- him hod. e wa wept widowed n who invariably “tl | hearers why he-night movie have left a clane wid an ar-rmy avy to he ra mer eadin into jumpin’ off the say cliffs and o be | ar rv bone in hi for not a cint more thin he'd as a self-respectin’ barber— and niver a lad more anded wid | ould mother, and him now as good as ind ind tl nto was name taken away from loorin’ gone, what wid his owr reads about his own will!” made it a point to see pic women and their blandishments, ept on celluloid and strictly profe And ore the end of the year the small check which the frugal Arthur Ay ly from Hollywood till dubiou MceCubbin to seek comfortabl though she isted to the end, or pring as Mickey. That youth in the meantime 1 been coached for his first picture, had Bu ky's conviction that the boy had a face that was bound im wimmen wan vampure d niver walk ay ed Budansk) the that he the the imb to the vampire cautious ' newcomer to motior ture world did not ional premises regular minded Mrs flat iwyn ent ibled the 1 more isted, and in in Germantown, denominating her ii verified i} } ' » film well, and in a darkened projection room had beheld imself } ne is he indred trials and iw pondered pose the silver sheet. immortality, and prepared for perpetuation on his first ghostly inkling of art’ taste of it was like the first taste of blood to a tiger. it wa actor and he intended to be a good one fed his vanity But he watched him and worked the He filled that empty of his wisdom. He stood behind gure and poured forth into him tricks and artifices, his t movie tudansky and made vast promises and ure bone worked him to ire with the fullne: fruits of his ripened art, his his knowledge born of a He electrified the bewildered guitar strummer into an il d gestures a hundred failures and slightly ist He put a soul into the narrow body and a look of Otto Etaet, the pathos into the limpid and thick-lashed eyes, to the end that, the world over, men and women sitting back in their theater chairs, and seeing the glycerin tear on his cheek as he bade farewell to the love that could no longer in this troubled world be his, invariably felt a lump come up in their throats and furtively fished for their handkerchiefs while the fade-away still left the house in welcomed dark- ness. And girls in their teens, adoring-eyed girls from college classrooms and telephone switchboards and from behind counters, watched Arthur spurn the advances of the cruel-hearted heiress and waken to the true worth of the modest cowslip in ruffled dimity, and envied that cow lip in ruffled dimity and fondly dreamed themselves in her place In other words, before Budansky got through with him Arthur Aylwyn became a real movie actor. He became a headliner and a national hero and a name in electric bulbs. tefore time released him from the tentacles of that iron- clad contract he became a film star in everything but his salary figure, which remained so meager that the luxuries of stardom were denied him and he knew nothing of ten- hour poker games at The Inn and saw nothing of the night life which made The Barn a magnet for the over-wearied screen worker and the beach dances a carnival of rice- powdered ladies slightly maudlin with something more than music. Budansky, in fact, kept the Kid’s nose to the grindstone and showed him not only how to make pictures but how to feel pictures and think pictures. With malice aforethought and much adroit maneuvering he kept that Kid on a treadmill of work, with no time for diversion and no surplus energy to spill over in revolt. Arthur Aylwyn during that grueling two years learned a great deal. He learned among other things that he was getting ridiculously small pay for the returns he was bring ing in. He learned that other producers had been assessing and tabulating his later successes and reducing his possible stellar values to an actuarial basis. And when it came to an estimate of his own worth he betrayed no intention of repeating his initial error of being overmodest. So when his time was up he broke with Budansky. He broke with him coolly and completely, in spite of that fiery- hearted little man’s repeated cry that Arthur was selling his soul for gold and his repeated prophecy that Arthur would collapse like a punctured balloon without the gifts of Bud- ansky to buoy him up. But, for all his youth, he played his cards carefully and quietly. He laid down his terms and he exacted his conditions. He became star and vice president of the Augmented Aylwyn Films, with a voice in his own produc- tions and the privilege of choosing his own support and a fixed percentage of the net, to say nothing of a salary which left him a little dizzy when he contemplated the row of digits on a SS r) Y g Eua-Knight of the Scissors, Made it Plain That He Knew Quite Well What the Rest of the Wortd Must Never be Allowed to Know May 22,1920 check front, and which finally persuaded his widowed mother, who soon began to take reducing treatments and to drive a sedan of her own through the less feverish streets of Philadelphia, that there might possibly be bet- ter vocations for a lad of genius than the barbering trade. But contrary to Budansky’s prophecies and expecta- tions, Arthur Aylwyn did not collapse. He worked even harder than ever and perused books on medieval costumes and took fencing and swimming lessons and sat in on chapel meetings where coming features were discussed. He learned to sit in a saddle and handle a horse without feel- ing his heart stop at every flip of its ear, for there were occasions when he had to venture into one of the hated Westerns and array himself in walnut stain and hair pants. This he felt to be beneath his dignity, since he nursed a hankering to pace the parlors of the patriciate and figure only in high-life stuff. Earnestly and assiduously there- fore he studied the doings and the deportment of road- company actors when they chanced to appear in society drama. He remained a hard-working and somewhat reserved young man, anxious to succeed at what he felt to be the only art form suited to the modern world, and de- termined that in the end this same world should not only admire but should also love him. In this, however, his triumph was only a halfway triumph. For odd as it may seem, men invariably hated Arthur Aylwyn. It was the ladies, and the ladies alone, who loved Arthur. They cut pictures of him out of the trade magazines and enshrined them in their dresser mirrors. They wrote him long and intimate letters enu- merating the reasons for their dissatisfaction with home conditions. They sent him knitted neckties and hand- worked slippers and college flags. They intrusted to the mails photographs of themselves, naively giving their weight and their waist measure and explaining that they were blondes and unmarried and not averse to going into pictures if they could play opposite Arthur. They plied him with requests for his signature and cabinets of himself in sepia—which were duly signed and despatched by Heinie Applebaum, of the publicity department. They implored to know if there was any truth in the rumor that he had declared he would never marry, and if his eyes always seemed so sad because some wicked designer had years ago broken his heart and blighted his faith. And as the Kid’s fame gath ered and grew he pretended more and more to de spise this daily pile of highly emotionalized correspondence But he loved it and lived on it in his secret heart of hearts, and pored over it more patiently than even Heinie Applebaum im- agined. He drew out of it a dif- fused and diluted tincture of ro- mance, a_ long- circuited ap- peasement for that human hun- ger for compan- ionship which his cramped and crowded life gave him small chance to feed. For Arthur Aylwyn, contrary to tradition, never fell in love with his leading ladies, whose tenure of office was always discreetly brief, since the only way to ob- viate monotony in a fixed star is to diversify the minor lumi- naries in its immediate neigh- borhood. And even when he was in professional contact with these ladies, these pictorially subjugating ladies whom he kissed so passionately, whom he leaned so in- timately with over plaster-of-Paris balustrades, whom he groped so yearningly toward in the stained Krieg moonlight and held so hungrily on his breast during the final fade-out, he found them full of tricks for cheating him out of footage and face views and capable of ceaseless maneuvers to block the camera eye and intrude on his astral prerogatives. He fought with them as a rule, sometimes openly and sometimes silently. He watched them and checked them and declined to be smothered by

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST them, for life to Sir Arthur had become a fight, since star- dom was a battle and eternal vigilance stood the price of position. And these ladies who had had the privilege of inspecting him at close range usually called him an un- speakable fop, just as the studio workers had dubbed him the Cuff Shooter and the office staff spoke of him as Sir Arthur. But any such appraisal of him was neither true nor complete, even though the Kid, when he was transferred from Budansky to the Augmented Aylwyn Films, had undergone a seemingly miraculous emergence from the drab cocoon to the dazzling butterfly. It is a matter of record that he became startlingly dandified in his attire and meticulously conscious of his personal appearance. But there were reasons for this. He worked in form, and it was essential that form should prove undeviatingly satisfying. He had been taught to capitalize his appear- ance, and his almost feminine fastidiousness as a consequence may have been as much a com- mercial acquisition as a personal attribute. So even his cuff shooting was merely a reflex of the law of his life that the seen image in the world of pictures was everything; that he won or lost always through appearances. And even outside of business considerations Sir Arthur was a somewhat silent young man, with few avenues through which to exteriorate himself. Since he felt things more than he analyzed them, he found it hard to express himself through the clumsy medium of words. In- stead of making his appeal through the ear, he let it be made through the eye. Then, too, he nursed a deep-seated hunger to be and do the right thing. He could not proclaim himself by word of mouth, so he let his clothes do it He saw what other stars had done were doing along that line, and with his fixed passion for excelling he decided to go them one better. And as success had tumbled him into more money than he really knew what to do with, as it had brought him wealth without any knowledge of its possibilities or its penalties, it was not altogether unnatural, when he rubbed his eyes and looked about him, that he should see only cars and clothes on which to throw a little of it away. He threw a great deal of it away on these things, though even the royalties from his quarter interest in the Penultra- Retard Camera more than amended for his sartorial ex- travagances, and the dividends from his San Pedro Sardine Packing Company—in which he had frugally invested seven whole months of salary—-more than paid for his vehicular activities. For it is essential that Sir Arthur should not be either over or under estimated. Never once, for ail his royal-purple limousine with the scintillant gold lettering on the door panels, for all his symphonic triumphs in shirtings and scarfings, for all his rubied cuff links and his cobwebby silk socks and his gold-monogrammed private- stock cigarettes and the diurnal facial massages and sham- poos and electric-vibrator treatments—which invariably took his mind back to the old days in the suburban barber shop—never once did he let his meditative eye wander from the main issue. Airier than the butterfly he may have seemed, but always, always he was quietly scheming and campaigning for the future; defending his position against encroachment; maintaining a fight for footage and powers and percentages; guarding the none-too-robust body which had been given to him to use, not as a circus of careless pleasure but as a fine and polished instrument adapted to solemn issues. um ET this body which Arthur Aylwyn kept so carefully groomed and manicured and shampooed and massaged and encased in silk was after all a body of mortal clay. And being such, it was the prey of enemies which could neither be combated nor conquered. Time exacted its toll there, and as the years slipped away a little of the spring went out of the Kid’s once-bouyant step and the heavily lashed eyes lost a little of their limpidity. And about the time cravats and collars were being named after him his once youthful contours hardened into firmer and sterner lines. There were even certain students of the screen who fell into the habit of averring that it was about time Arthur Aylwyn graduated from his eternal juveniles into réles where he might do some real acting, some full-sized man’s work for the films. But Sir Arthur aspired for none of these maturer glories. He was satisfied with the kingdom he had already con- quered, and there were times indeed when he stood a little terrified at the thought that his youth was slipping away and ; ~ : ARTHYR WIS, amr Brows >: “Gad, But You'd Film from him. On that dark day when after studying his own effigy carefully and thoughtfully in the panel mirror of his dressing room—he found what was unmistakably a gray hair in the dusky facade that waved so gracefully back from his pallid brow, his heart went down like a plummet and a fine sweat of horror came out on his face. It left him shaken and sick for the rest of the week, and even the news that a maga- zine competition had estab- lished him as the second most popular motion-picture actor in all America failed to bring Great!" He Said. “I'd Starve by Inches,’’ She Said, back to him his old careless faith in himself. And though to authenticate the ancient tradition that mis- fortunes never come singly, there appeared at his dressing- room door a few days later a sodden and bloodshot figure who loudly addressed him as Mickey and spoke with not insignificant affection of the good old days when they barbered side by side in that Philadelphia tonsorial parlor which Arthur Aylwyn had struggled so desper ately to eliminate from both his memory and his life. He quickly dragged that boon companion of his well-censored youth into the privacy of his room and got the door shut and locked behind them. There the conference, if not a prolonged one, was at least a pointed one. Otto Etzel, the ex-knight of the scissors, made it plain that he knew quite well what the rest of the world must never be allowed to know. He was willing to be fair; he had no intention of gumming up his old friend Mickey’s movie-idol game. But one good turn deserved another. And as the redoubtable Otto Etzel regarded himself as a person of grace and undivulged dramatic gifts, once the outer man were fittingly rehabili- tated and the inner man were consistently nourished on three square meals a day, he modestly demanded a per- manent place on the Augmented Aylwyn Films and an occasional participation in its activities. He did not, however, achieve an acting part in that company where he proved so unwelcome a visitor. But he got his three square mealsa day anda place on thesalary list He was absorbed and at the same time discreetly seques- tered in the Augmented Aylwyn Films by being given the somewhat nominal position of valet de chambre to Arthur Aylwyn himself, where, when sober, he looked after the person and the apparel of that none-too-happy star; and as where, when otherwise, he appropriated that star's im- ported foulard cravats and scorched his priceless brocaded waistcoats and morosely imbibed eau de cologne and out- Horatioed Heratio by mutterings to the effect that if he list to speak he might yet resort to much ambiguous giv- ing out. It was about this time that a quite new and unlooked-for note of poignancy intruded itself into Arthur Aylwyn’s screen work, and some mysterious fourth dimension of feeling crept into even hi: lighter interpretations of life, as though for the first time he had stood face to face with the latent tragedy and the meaning of mortal existence. The Hamlet-like shadow on lean young cheek became accentuated and the soul-hungry expression in the mourn- ful oldish-young eyes became more mournful than ever, reviving the stubborn tradition that some variously de nominated adventuress in jade earrings and snaky black his “Before I'd Sink toa Thing Like That!t"’ décolletage had come between poor Arthur and the one pure love of his life Then three short months later something even more disturbing itself into the troubled career of Arthur Aylwyn. It all rose out of a quarrel with a new director, backed up by the art department, when a Chinese dragon chair had been planted in the foreground of the Arthur, with injected Spanish-mission interior where Sir surrounded by the frenzied the hanging over his arm and his last bullet gone, and promptly encounters the priest, just as promptly joins them in the bonds of holy matrimony. Now Sir Arthur, with his ineradicable demand for the right thing, objected to that strictly Oriental piece of furni ture in a strictly West Coast edifice the other hand, pictures and not emulating furniture factories the peons, seeks sanctuary heroine benevolent-eyved who The new director, on proclaimed that since they were making shoot ing should proceed with a Navajo blanket draped over the chair back to dissimulate its overexotic But the picture did proceed. It oO wa origin not came toa stop, shoddy hung « hape l, 80 to si ‘ because the star, wl averse am ane compromise, walked quietly out of the bell his ing i , ' and his make-up habiliments in tent and there removed hi Then hav which proceeded to dre Western in those everyday unnatural pride, he ing arrayed he too} stepped into h lavender-c¢ clover-leaf roadster, upholstered in lavender-colored Holly howe -t of that soiled old-rose silk sweater—a girl morocco, and started for wood and home Twenty minutes later, of the trail, for beheld a girl in a singularly high color and blue eyes had gone dead from his ver, he drew up at the side flat he with in the hear arid alkal stooping somewhat helplessly over a car engine which Arthur, as he lavender-colored roadster, noticed that the stalled car was Sir dismounted shimmering a time-battered English vehicle of antediluvian vintage Under its faded top he saw a faded if somewhat haughty faced man of about thirty-five watching the girl who fussed over the engine. His refusal sed Sir Arthur as a fixed law in the to come to the assistance of a lady if she youthful enough and attractive enough to appeal to his romantic imagination ] quietly | though intently to participate in those activities ungallant in the extreme, life of the latter always in distress, especially impre since 1t was were But in this case, as he stepped closer to the girl in the old-rose sweater, he was confronted by a small series of which if they did not dampen his ardor at least For in the first ‘knowledged by « shocks, slightly ruffled his composure place } advance remained quite una ither the Continued on Page 173

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AIS 2 By Dorothy Parker IILUSTRATED BY M. L. BLUMENTHAL N} ' . vy. | expect ead the paper that Si Oliver Lodge, or ymmebody else who keeps right In tour with all the old crowd, Nas received a message from the Great Be md announcing that the spirits have walked out for a forty-four-hour week, with time and a half for overtime, and government control of ouija boards And it would be no more than fair, when you come right down to it omething ought to be done to remedy the present working conditions among the pirits. Since this vave of spiritualism has broken over the country it has yot so that a spirit doesn't have a minute to himself. The entire working force has to come trooping back to earth every night to put in a hard night's labor knocking on wal ringing bel playing banjos, pushing planchettes round, and performing such parlor specialties. The spirits have not had a quiet evening at home for months. The Great Beyond must look as deserted as an English lecture platform No spirit could object to coming back now and then in the way of busine » to speak, through a professional met im That sort of th ng 18 more or les expected; it’s i naneternity, a ou might say But the entrance of all these amate into the lust has been really too much it the tija-board trade ir particular that is so trying Now that eve far na nstalled its owr private oulja board and expects immediate service on it at any hour of day or night, the ng has been put into deat} It’ enough to wear a poor spirit to a shadow, that's what it is The Age of the Ouija Board vut nation-wide spiritualism seems to have come in like ()' COURSE there may not be any particular connection, I a lior 1 at just about the time that nation-wide alcoholism vas going out like a lamb. The séance room has pract cal become the poor man's club After all, people have to do something with their evening and it can always be urgued on the side of the ibstitute pastime that it does not cut into the next morning, anyway There was a time when outa board operating was look ed upon only as an occupation for highly unmarried elderly adies of pronounced religiou tenden cies; prohibition was regarded in much the ame light, if you remember And now the ouija board has replaced the corkscrew as the national emblen limes sure ly do char ge, omeone as | overheard saying only yesterday It has certainly been a great little fiscal year for tockholder in oulja board plant A census to how the distribution of ouija boards would prove that they average at least one to a family. There every reasor for their popularity as a fam stitution; their initial cost can soon be scraped to- gether, their upkeep amounts to practica nothing, they takeup litt apace, und ar ybod ca rur them rhey ure the Flivvers among psychical appliances. No home ca conscientious!y feel that it is supplied with all mod ern conveniences, lac King ne: there is even some tal I hear, of featuring Mrs. Caurtey in Her Favorite Selection, Don't Tell the Daisies I Toitded You lit-in oOulja boards THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Ty ot JZ IRIT MOVES May 22,1920 in the more luxurious of the proposed new apartment houses A strong factor in the popularity of the ouija board as a do- mestic utensil is the prevalence of ouija- board agencies throughout the coun- try. No shopping round is necessary; you can buy one any- where, from a notion counter to a used-car emporium. Its pur- chase used to involve much secret diplo macy You had to worm the manufac turer’s address from some obscure acquaintance who was rumored to go in for all that sort of thing, and then you had to send to some vague place in the West, whence our ouija board came to you, f. o. b., in a plain wrapper. Now there is not the slightest hitch— you can pick one up anywhere on the way-home. Our own corner drug store has been celebrat- ing Ouija Week for the past month or so, and I understand that the boards are going like hot cakes—after all, you can't better the old similes. They certainly make a taste- ful window display, combined, as they are, with garlands of rubber bath hose, with notes of color introduced by a few hot-water bags here and there. I imag- ine that the exhibit was arranged by the same person who thinks up names for the drinks served at the soda fountain. What a simple matter this thing of com- municating with the spirits has turned out to be, since the ouija board made its entrance into the great American family life. There is practically nothing to it—anybody can do it in the privacy of his own room. Look at the results that the members of our little circle have been getting, for instance, since we took up the ouija board in a really thorough way. And we never had a les- son in our lives, any of us. It has been a rough season, locally, for the professional- medium trade; I doubt if the profession- als have even made expenses, since we learned that we could do it ourselves. Home spirit communication has com- pletely revolutionized our local social life. I often wonder what we should ever do with our evenings if it weren’t for the spirits. Since they have taken to dropping in for an informal chat over the ouija board we never lack a lively parlor game for one and all—metaphysical, yet clean. And then just look at the money we save on amusement taxes! You know how it is yourself; the minute you leave home to make an evening of it, it runs right into expense. What with the cost of theater tickets, cabaret food and taxicab charter good night, as the saying goes. Even What a Simple Matter This Thing of Communicating With the Spirits Has Turned Out to Be such wholesome community activ- ities as interapart- ment poker games, wives welcome, come under the head of outgo sooner or later. Of course this is a relatively free country, and no one hasa betterright than you to your own opin- ion of the ouija board as a medium of com- munication with the next world; but con- sidering it solely asa means of after-dinner entertainment you must concede that the priceisright, any way. Where would our little circle be of ar evening if the spirits had not grown so clubby? Sitting round, that’s where we would be, trying to figure out if the William Hart picture round at the Elite Motion-Picture Palace was the same one that they showed the week before over at the Bijou Temple of Film Art. Since we got our ouija board I have so completely lost touch with the movies that Theda Bara may have got religion, for all I know about it. When the Bridge Hounds Were Unleashed F COURSE, we did have our bits of the higher life once ina whilein the old days. Whenever the husbands could be argued into it we used to take up the rugs and devote the evening to Terpsichore, as the boys say. But we got lit- tle or nothing out of it, considering all the effort involved. The talent for dancing among the male element of our set would, if pooled, be about equal to the histrionic ability of Mr. Jack Dempsey. The only one who really worked up any enthusiasm about it was old Mr, Emery, who as a parlor Maurice had one foot in the grave and the other on his partner’s instep. He had taken up dancing along about the time that the waltz was being condemned by press and pulpit, and his idea of a really good jazz number was Do You See My New Shoes? The community dances never went over really big, that you could mention; by the time the second fox trot had reached the place where the record was scratched the men had all gathered in one corner and were arguing about how long you ought to let it stand before you put it in the still; and the women were settled along the other side of the room, telling each other how you could reduce without exercising or dieting. Those evenings were apt to cause hard feeling between husband and wife, and one word frequently led to another on the way home. Then there was the time that we went in rather heavily for bridge. The bridge hounds were unleashed on Tuesday evenings, and at eleven o’clock chicken salad and lettuce sandwiches would be served and the one who had the highest score could choose between a blue glass candy jar with a glass crab apple on its top, and a hive-shaped honey pot of yellow china with china bees that you’d swear were just about to sting you swarming all over it; in either case what was left went without any argument to the holder of the next highest score.

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On the next Tuesday the club would meet again, and play till o'clock, at which time chicken salad and cream and olive sandwiches would be provided, and the winner had to make up his mind between one of those handy little skating girls made of painted wood with a ball of colored twine instead of a bodice, and a limp-leather copy of Gitanjali, by Rabin- dranath Tagore, the well-known hyphenated Indian The bridge club would doubtless have still been tearing things wide open every Tuesday, but the ouija board came in, and the hostesses’ imagination in the selection of prizes gave out, at about the same time Mrs. Both, who is awfully good at all that kind of thing, tried to inaugurate a series of Sunday evening intellectual festivals, but they were never what you could really call a riot. The idea was that everyone should meet at her house, and the more gifted among us should entertain and at the same time elevate the majority. But Mrs. Both could never get enough backing from the rest of the home talent. She herself read several papers that had written on such subjects as The New Russia, and Why; and Modern Poetry— What of Its To-Morrow? elever cheese she Henry G. Takes to Verse i Mrs. Curley, who is alwaysso agreeable about doing anything like that, did some of her original child im- personations, in her favorite selections, Don’t Tell the Daisies I Tolded You, ‘Cause I Pwomised Them Not to Tell; and Little Girls Must Always Be Dwessed up Clean Wisht I Was a Little Boy. As an encore she always used to give, by request, that slightly rough one about Where Did Baby Bruvver Tum Fwom, That’s What Me Wants to Know, in which so many people think she is at her best. Mrs. Curley never makes the slightest change in costume for her specialty—she doesn’t even remove her chain- drive eyeglasses—yet if you closed your eyes you'd really almost think that a little child was talking. She has often been told that she should have gone on the stage. Then Mr. Bliss used to sing Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep, and would gladly } ave done more, except that it was so hard to find songs that suited his voice. Those were about the only numbers that the program ever comprised. Mr. Smalley volunteered to make shadow pictures and By Means of Her THE SATURDAY EVENING POST give an imitation of a man sawing wood, including knots, but Mrs. Both somehow did not quite feel that this would have been in the spirit of the thing. So the intellectual Sunday evenings broke up, and the local mental strain went down to normal again. Mrs. Both is now one of leaders in research movement. She has been accomplishing perfect wonders on the ouija board; she swung a wicked plan chette right from the start. lucky about it. She got right in touch with one spirit, and she works entirely with him. Henry G. his name is, and he used to live a long time ago, up round Cape Cod way, when he was undeniably a good fellow when he had it. It seems that he was interested in farming in a small way, while he was on earth, but now that he ha a lot of time on his hands he has taken up poetry. Mrs. Both has a whole collection of poems that were dictated to her by this spirit. From those that I have seen I gather that they were dictated but not read. But then, of course, she has not shown me all of them Anyway, they are going to be brought out in book form in the fall, under the title Heart Throbs From the Here after. The publishers are confident of a big sale, and are urging Mrs. Both to get the book out sooner, while the public is still in the right mood. But she has been having some sort of trouble with Henry, over the ouija board. I don’t know if I have it quite straight, but it seems that Henry is behaving in a pretty unreasonable way about the percentage of royalties that he insists must go to the Thompson estate. But aside from this little hitch—and I dare say that she and Henry will patch it up between them somehow — Mrs. Both has got a great deal out of spiritualism. She went about it in the really practical way. She did not waste her own time and the spirits’ asking the ouija board questions about who is going to be the next President, and whether it will rain to-morrow, and what the chances are for a repeal of the Volstead Act. Instead she sat right down and got acquainted with one particular spirit, and let him do the rest. That is really the best way to go about it; get your control, and make him work your ouija board for you, and like it. Some of our most experienced me- diums agree that that is the only way to get anywhere in parlor spiritualism. But when you come right down to it there are few who can get more out of a ouija the the ho Of course she has been pretty Thompson, board than our own Aunt Bertha. Her work is not so highly systematized as that i of Mrs. Both, but it is pretty i fairly spectacular, in its way Ouija Board Miss Thill Has Worked Her Way Right Into the Highest Intellectual Circles of Spirit Society _ I knew that Aunt Bertha was going to get in some snappy work on the ouija board; I could have told you that before I ever saw her in action. She has always beer good at anything anywhere nearly like that. Now you take solitaire, for instance. I don’t think I ever saw a prettier game of solitaire than that which Aunt Bertha puts up \ ou may be looking over | er shoulder Ww hile ahe deals out the cards for a game of Canfield, and from the layout before her you would swear that she had not a chance of getting more than one or two aces up, at most In fact, it look oO hopeless that vou lose interest in the game, and go over to the other end of the room to get a magazine. And when you come back Aunt Bertha will have all the cards in four stacks front of her, and she will smile triumphantly and ‘What do you exclaim think of that? 4 I got it again! Aunt Bertha’s Snappy Work HAVE known that to happen over and over again; | life. I would back Aunt aire player for any amount never saw such luck in my Bertha against any living soli of money you want, only providing that the judges leave the room during the contest It was no surprise to me to find that she the same board She can board that would never show the least nad just knack with a ouija take a ouija signs of life for any- body else and make it do practically everything but a tail spin. She can work it alone or she can make a duet of it—it makes no difference to her. She is always sure of results, either way. Thespirits seem to recognize her touch on the board im You never saw thing; it would spiritualism just to see her Aunt Bertha asks a question of the mediately. such a remark able convert anybody to pirit ‘ and the words are no more than out mouth when the planchette is flying about, spelling out the answer almost faste: than you can read it. The service that she gets is perfectly wonderful. And, as she says herself, you can see that there is no deception about it, because she does not insist upon asking the ques tion herself; anyone can ask whatever he can think of—tl Of course, the answer casionally turned out to be a but then, to quote Aunt Bertha again, what ' e are no imits lmVve OF trifle erratic, does that prove? The spirits never claimed to be right all the time. It is only human of them to make a slip once in a while She can go deeper into the affairs of the Other Side than a game of , if you want her to. Just say the word, and Aunt Bertha mere te questions and answer touch with anybody of how will get you in that you may name, regardless Continued on Page 108

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST May 22,1920 Madame Patsy, the Gusher Madame what Patsy aggressive NEW list inguished ed for pardor the multir tron of New Y ind Newport, who bra tact with America te of « commercialized masses of Jersey Cit his honor Ma he had ar- ed with both feet, too, ire arty ng privat all-mark on as she so aptly expressed it Madame where M'sieu Hi were ¢ entered the room and | oil boom ar iIscu | 1 the and draped her elf whisky a couch with languid huh?” she raising her arched At it inquired, again evebrows. “Gee, you two'll keep on until you get burnt! Marl my ‘We don't need no ad 1 ae from you a-tal words! vice P replied her husband em phatically ‘Women don't know nothin’ about bu ness.” M idame unbent to in i jeering laugh lon't, hey but you dulge in rhe Maybe not, iw me nor any bu the patent for an never other she aéroplane that wouldn't fly Ha, ha! I reckon that'll hold old settler My beaten you for a while, partner's weather- face turned a brick rel ‘Is that so?” he re ‘And never saw me give up ele ven hundred ture of a ftorted you ain't dollars for a pic Hereford hy ill a caftion when bought the a third of mon ‘Listenat him! Listen at him!" exclaimed Madame with well-bred scorn ‘That shows how much he don't it Patsy knows about art ilenree? I declare married to a The poor roughneck! 1 wonder how I ever kept refined all these years, lowbrow like you, Joe Hicks! And she reached for a cigarette to soothe her agitation M'sieu Joe addressed himself to me precisely as though his wife were not in tne room like, Henree! The Miz Field buys a ‘Il swan | never seen the women in this town've just run hog wild on art no bigger’n your hand for a thousand bucks, the might fetch a dollar-ninety at Christmastime, and then Patsy here up and hundred for a hand painted picture called Sarah at the Pump, with a bunch of Vermecelli which if you throwed away frame possibly pays twenty-five li'l sheep . “Therd you go!” your interrupted his wife ignorance again! They And her name wasn't Sarah. Well you poor fish!” “There you go, weren't sheep It was showing Chey were Rebecca at the ame! ILLUSTRATED “Well, We've Just Had a Meeting of the Committee. By GEORGE PATTULLO UNDERWOOD Br CLARENCE F. a. eee “Sarah or Rebecca, it’s all the same,” he rejoined stubbornly. “I reckon I know sheep when I see ‘em. Didn't I herd a flock of baa-baas for two years over in Lincoln County? Campbells nothin’! Them are sheep. Go and take a look and you can see for yourself, Henree. The picture's in the parlor.” But madame’s sensitive, artistic nature rebelled against arguing on his plane, and rising with superb grace she swept out of the room, pausing at the door to remark over her shoulder, “‘ Well, anyhow, don't let anybody out there sell you a hole in the ground.” “Do you take me for a fool?” “I took you for better or worse, precious,’ sweetly from the hall. “| just aim to go along with ol’ George to see the excite- ment—that’s all. Buy nothin’! I wouldn't touch any oil proposition with a forty-foot pole.’ From the stairs was wafted to us , she replied “But I know your weakness, tweetie. And if some good-lookin’ she out there ss ie ee PD, a And We've Decided to Sell Our Stock" gets hold of you she can sell you an ice plant in Alaska if she has a mind to.” M’sieu Hicks looked at me with a sort of desperate resignation. “Ain’t that a fine way to talk toa husband, Henree?”’ he demanded. ‘ Dog-gone, I'll say itis! After all these years, and me pilin’ up a fortune by hard work and close tradin’, my own wife hands me that!” I maintained a discreet silence. It would have availed nothing to remind my worthy friend that he had risen to wealth by fall- ing down a _ prospector’s abandoned shaft in Ari- zona; so I hastened to change the subject. Evidently, however, his wife’s parting thrust rankled, for as we were about to leave the house for the station he shouted up the stairs, ‘Well, so long! And for the love of Mike, go easy on pictures for a few days! I tell you right now I don’t aim to pay for no more. The house is all cluttered up with ’em as it is, and I won’t have the garage messed up. You hear me?” “Don’t talk about things you don’t understand, Joe,” responded Madame Patsy in silvery accents. “If I was you I'd lay off art for keeps. And if I feel like buying some more, your saying so won’t stop me. Besides, when it comes to art, that Field woman can’t smear it on me!”’ Alors, my partner de- parted for the new oil field and I did not see him fora week. He returned in a towering rage. “Just five hours late!” he cried, flinging his hat on asetteein the lobby. “Just five hours late—that’s all! We stopped a few miles out in the sticks and just stayed there for no reason at all. They was waitin’ for orders, so the conductor said. I was like to have froze to death.” “Every train is late now- adays,” I reminded him. “You've said it! I know a feller who shipped a car- load of lumber and it was three months goin’ a hun- dred miles. But the best of all was what I heard about a fireman who filled up an oil-burning engine with Took him six hours to fix her, and about two water. hundred people had to wait on a siding. Fact “T trust they discharged the fellow!” I exclaimed. My partner exploded into a guffaw. “What? Don’t you know no more about government control than that, Henree? Why, they dassent fire him! No, sir-ree! Two hundred passengers lost a whole day’s business, but that guy got six hours’ overtime.” Madame Patsy now descended the stairs to greet him. “Did you buy any oil stock?’ was her first question. “I knowed it was coming,” he replied resentfully. ‘You ‘always do take the joy out of life for me. What made you go and ask me that?”’ “Did you?” ** A few shares,” was the reluctant answer. “How many?” : “I put in fifteen thousand dollars.” “There! What did I tell you, Henree?”’ cried his wife. “‘And the last thing he promised me was he wouldn’t

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)') vy | P) a! touch any with a forty-foot pole. Who sold it to you? : Some hussy, I'll vow “She was not ] She was a right nice lady.” “What was her name?” “Sally.” “Sally?” repeated madame, her eyes big with excite- ment. “Sally what?” M’sieu Hicks perceived he had made a tactical error, but it was too late to withdraw. “I forgit. They that’s all I know. She was sellin’ stuff round the hotel with them other lease hounds.”’ just called her Sally “That’s the last time you ever get away alone, Joe said his wife between her teeth. ‘“‘ You can’t be trusted no more’n a snake.” Hicks,” But my partner spoke up stoutly in his own defense. “This is a good proposition, though, Patsy. Honest, it is. The comp’ny has got a thousand acres of close-in stuff and they’re dr ’ a well right now. It ain't one of these here wildcat comp’nies, you might sa\ ‘You might say anything,” retorted madame with a mean M’sieu Joe displayed keen disappointment “Shucks, I just took a li'l’ flyer—that’s all! hurt me none if I lose, and if I win it'll mean a killin’. I thought maybe you and Henree might like to come in on it with me.” I hastened to disclaim any such ambition, and his wife ing look. It won't said with a derisive snort: “Ho, indeed! I see myself! Didn't you promise me you wouldn’t gamble? Yes, you did! And what do y this but gambling? Why, I would no more think of putting money into an oil well than I would think of running off with Henree.”’ The implied compliment was not lost upon me, but loy- alty to my friend forbade more than a glance of under- standing. “All right!”’ he ex “All right! Have it your Only when you see me with a flock of limou- our fist don’t come round ou call laimed. own way! sines and di’monds the size of } And as for M'sieu Bobolink, He Proved to be Unspeakably Dreary. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST roarin’ that I didn’t give you a chance to git in. words, you'll regret it if you don’t buy some!”’ Madame Patsy sniffed derisively and, remarking that it was a waste of time to reason with a bonehead, departed to a meeting of the art association, of which she was now one of the recognized leaders. As soon as she had disap- peared M’sieu Hicks groaned and clasped his brow with both hands. “What time is it, Henree?” he demanded anxiously. “Exactly five o'clock. Why, my friend?” “Two hours and forty minutes more to wait,’’ he re joined despairingly. “If I ever take another I hope to die!” His distraught manner, added to the agitation betrayed by his words, alarmed me. “What is it? Are you sick?” ‘Not eggsactly. I feel something burning in my stum- mick, but that’s all. One of them oil guys done give me a drink of booze to warm me on the train.” “Well, what of it? I should say you were very fortu- nate.” “Fortunate? Man alive, I had it down before I thought! Ain't you been readin’ who got bumped off by drinkin’ wood alcohol and hair tonic and ev’rything? They say it don’t hit you until eight hours later. Gee, I feel queer! What time is it now, Henree?” ‘Two minutes past five. My partner moaned. “*Holy mackerel, it’s too late now, I reckon! But this'll learn me a lesson. I'll tell the world it will! Yessir; that one drink give me religion sure enough ought to of knowed better, Henree—at my all my experience. To die like this after comin’ through the war without a scratch! A man’s a fool to drink boot- leg stuff.” It was in vain that I assured him his appearance indi- cated enjoyment of perfect health and it was improbable that approaching paroxysms would fail to register symp- about all those peo} le ” Dog-gone, I'd age and witl toms. it until eight hours had elapsed, and he might be blithe He reiterated that you couldn't tell nothin’ about Mark my and up t some then gay one minute and a stiff the next, and would I com o the study with him and witness a will, for he had cratch of a pen to show for » investments without ; 1. I flatly refused and did my best to dissipate hi fears. “Well, I hope you're right,”’ he said gloomily. ‘‘ But the next tried body Jeff “x "7 wan Ke on |} about time a guy gives me a drink I aim to make sure he’ out the bottle on ane of h S wife ’s relatior or some , at least a day before. Did I ever tell you about ol’ Abernathy, dow: the Big Bend coun 1ou did not t didn't git into the papers on account of Jeff no in’ his name mixed up in it. Well, it seems like Jef he'd always done, and after he’d come to he clumb uy horse and rode off through the home pasture to see lin’ steer that’d died. Right close to where the steer was at he thought he seen some red ants, an stopped to make sure It there piece have buy from OL Sé got a hold of a bottle of bootleg stuff and tuck a good drink li it | 1 was no optical delusion, Henree The ants wa »Q. K., and one of ‘em was pullin’ and tuggin’ at a » of stick By this time Jeff was figurin’ he didn't to work for wage for nobody, and maybe he might out the ranch or some other outfit. So he gits down his horse to watch Here,’ he says to the ant, ‘that’ ttler, and I'll help.’ ‘Then he pours out a few drops of booze onto the grou the | wt {Tt } tells r’ared up on its ‘Come on, big feller,’ it says, draggin’ the carcas Yessir; if you don’t believe me you can At nd and waits to see what'll happen. The wind is off’ ooze, straight toward the ant—-see? The ant gits one and staggers over to Jeff tosee how come. Abernathy sasizable job you got, i me it lapped up some, give a loud nicker, and then and started off home isk Jeff if it ain’t so the expiration of the eight hours M’sieu Hicks wa absolutely normal, though filled with regret that he hac ever He Could Not Even Speak English suspecte d the liq 10r And during the next fortnight Continued on Page 8&8 hind laigs and walked over to the yearlin’.

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12 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Women Im Their Part of New York at least, if nowhere else, there licate that politically the woman voter omewhat disquieting likeness to Kip- Just-So Stories that insisted upon “ walk- ave “‘made a magic” to entice ty and submission to their authority, » have overlooked certain feline peculiari- fullest consideration. The ts of an apparent desire on ich . be given the magic they have their part to admit the women into the party organizations on terms of complete with They s this desire with a quite sufficient degree of fervor, with actual performance, and being made consi equality themselves. expre tances and in some ir with what to be a very general acquiescence eem now to believe that all is well f the entrance of women into met appear and contentment the and that the chief result « s will be a mere duplication of votes and just that politic much more political arithmetic But when women get together to talk reminded of the aforesaid Cat that by his and perseverance for himself all the privileges of the hearth “for always and but on oceasion when it pleased him to do so away through the Wet Wild Woods waving his wild tail and walking by his wild lone.”’ I happen to be one of the vast majority of women who had nothing whatever to do with the long struggle which is to result in the Nineteenth Amendment. If I had any feeling at all with regard to suffrage for women it was a I did not believe the average woman would accept the responsibilities that go with active and direct and afraid the privilege would be exercised chiefly by a few zealots and a class of women whose qualifications for responsible citizen- hip are too limited to make them desirable as contributing factors in the conduct of the country’s affairs. I thought there were enough undesirables already enfranchised, and permitted my imagination to dwell on the danger of adding to their ranks rather than minimizing this danger, and thinking principally of the good which might be accom- plished by providing reénforcements for the ranks of the politically intelligent and righteously inclined. I knew that if the thrust upon me—as my kind of woman was in the habit of saying —that I should use it, but 1 believed | should do so reluctantly and with a feeling that | was discharging a serious and disagreeable obliga- tion rather than taking advantage of a precious privilege. The trouble with me was that I did not think far enough. My vision was restricted by old-fashioned conservatism and prejudice, and in common with millions of other women in the country I ran eventually into a blind alley of platitudinous argument on the subject and stayed there And maybe so is irresistibly | polities one own creverness won alway ‘went feeling of opposition participation in government was vote were while the procession went by. How Will the Women Vote? AM not proud of my record of indifference, but on the contrary am inclined to be somewhat regretful when | consider that the women engaged in organized opposition to this most momentous movement in the history of social progress have been able always to use me and my numer- ous kind as convincing examples to point their contention that women did not want to vote and were being railroaded into polities by a fanatic and clamoring minority. I feel like apologizing to the women of the combat battalions who have done all the fighting and who now bear all the cars What I did not observe from my blind alley of conserva- millions who were not being heard from, s who never are heard from, were tism was that the those of the great ma watching the progress of events with a deep concentration If this were not true the great mass would not 30 intelligently prepared to dis- charge the duties and so willing to accept the burdens of complete and respons While the doughty old suffs storming and undermining the stronghold of man’s most sacred monopoly they were at the same time lighting up the dark in the minds of their sisters with luminant shafts of political information and inquiry into social conditions which women, given the power, could help to improve—the result being that the average enfranchised woman of to-day not only rejoices in her new privilege but knows definitely why she rejoices. To be sure, there arestilla few whothink in terms of oppo- ition and declare that nothing can ever induce them to go of thoughtful attention now he ble citizenship. were engaged in tothe polls; but they are a negligible quantity, and so far as / Politics By Eleanor Franklin Egan my own observation goes are usually of thesoft and mentally lazy type which modern progress is very rapidly rendering obsolete. They have few troubles of their own and take very little interest in the troubles of others. The only consciousness they have is class consciousness, and they do their thinking as a rule within the narrowest possible limits. They can never do the great causes of forward- looking humanity any real harm. When the Nineteenth Amendment goes into effect there will be 27,000,000 women voters! And there are 17,000,- 000 of us even now! This being according to the statistics relied upon by the women’s division of the Republican National Committee. Is it any wonder the men want to make a magic that will induce us to line up and declare ourselves? Unless they can gauge the degree of purely partisan allegiance for which we can be counted upon they are likely to make some fatal mistakes in their party management. All Eyes on Mr. Hoover DO not mean to imply that women as a rule have not made their choice of party. They have; and it is an interesting fact that, regardless of what her husband's politics may be, a woman usually begins by declaring adherence to the political faith of her father, the difficulty being that she adheres with reservations which denote in her an incorrigible independence. Very few wemen failed to register and vote in the 1919 elections, and of course they had to enroll on one side or another. But there is considerable doubt expressed as to whether any woman can be depended upon to stay put and to place party allegiance above personal preference as to candidates and conviction as to policies. In the city of New York the women voters enrolled are unequally divided among the Socialist, the Democratic and the Republican parties with the Democratic Party considerably in the lead; but the 1919 enrollment offers no assurance to anyone in the present situation. There can be no doubt that before Mr. Hoover aligned himself with the Republicans he had a great many women, both Republican and Democratic, on the tight rope, and there is no way of knowing yet just how many fell off on the same side he did; though I can testify that a good many for one reason or another determined to fall in the opposite direction, and in doing so came down with a very unpleasant bump and are very sore about it. I talked with a few of them immediately after Mr. Hoover declared that he was a Republican, and found them rather bewildered and exceedingly gloomy. It was as though they had been robbed of their only hope. One woman promi- nent in Democratic activities told me that his declaration had produced in her a sensation of emptiness which she was unable to overcome. “Well,” said I, “if you feel as strongly as all that about it, why don’t you go and enroll as a Republican and attach yourself to his headquarters?” “No,” she replied, “I can’t do that. Not yet, anyhow. I shall wait and see what happens.” This is the usual answer to this suggestion—which I have made to several Democratic women— and if it implies anything at all it implies unshaken Democratic belief in Republican stupidity. Everyone is not off his head about Hoover, but those who are away off and think that for the Republican Party to fail to nominate him would be equiva- lent to handing the victory to the Democrats in November, and those who say “I'll wait and see what happens” doubtless believe that this is what may be expected. My first step in starting to make a detailed inquiry into the political activities of women in New York was to call on Mr. Will H. Hays, chairman of the Republican Na- tional Committee, and as soon as I set foot inside the entrance of committee headquarters I knew I was in polities. That is just where I was; right in politics! Mystery of eternal mysteries! No such set of offices could ever have been designed for anything but politics, and no such cordiality and politeness were ever encountered anywhere except in a gold-brick emporium or a political headquarters. “Come right in,”’ said one of the nicest young men I ever met. ‘Mr. Hays is busy just now, but I'll show you into one of the inner offices and he will be with you in a few moments.” We went through one door and then another and then another, passing doors on either side on the way. We came into an area of many angles with narrow corridors shooting off from it in several directions. We chose one of these and went on; through another door; turn to the right; into a long passage with more doors; and a final one at the far end. The young man opened this and ushered me into a narrow room which had in it a desk and telephone, two chairs and a papier-maché elephant about the size of a Shetland pony. It was evident that here he intended to leave me, but not without apologizing for doing so; no, indeed; not without telling me how sorry he was and renewing his assurance that I should not have to wait more than a minute. “Do you know your way back?” I asked. He laughed in a way that made me feel he only did it to be polite and said: “It is rather labyrinthine, is it not? have a great many little private offices. haven't nearly enough room.” I thought that at any rate the place was admirably adapted to its purpose and was likely to produce just the right impression on certain minds. On my own, for instance. I am just enough of a novice to like to believe that politics could not possibly be played in an ordinary four-square, easy-to-find-your-way-out-of environment. And nothing so thoroughly intrigues my interest as a lot of carefully closed doors in temporary partitions. The doors are usually of the imitation-mahogany and frosted-glass variety, and they manage somehow to look tremendously secretive, The nice young man left me and I was looking round trying to feel political and saying to myself: ‘‘ This is the first time I have ever been in a national political head- quarters. And this year I’m going to vote for a President! I'm going to vote! I’m going to * when two other nice young men came in to shake hands cordially and to tell me that Mr. Hays was so sorry to keep me waiting, but that he would be only a minute. Only a minute! “But I’m not in any hurry. Please tell Mr. Hays to do quite thoroughly whatever it is he happens to be doing, probably is vastly more important than But we have to As it is, we because it seeing me.” The Flag and the Music HAT was where I was mistaken. Nothing could be more important than seeing me. This was what they managed to convey. And that is the idea. When you are in politics you must learn to make every person who comes within the radius of your influence feel that you hold him or her, as the case may be—and just as much her as him these days—in the highest esteem and regard yourself as being a good deal of a worm though happily enjoying with him or her the great privilege of fellow partisanship and com- mon interest in the sacred cause of rescuing the beloved country from the pitiful incompetents who are now run- ning it and who have all but made a hopeless and ever- lasting mess of it. In about five minutes Mr. Hays came in. I thought it was another nice young man; not quite so eager and cordial as the others, perhaps, but fully as nice. No, it was Mr. Hays himself; how'd you do; a wiry little man; and not so little, either; fairly tall; very thin; narrow-faced; black-haired; keen-eyed; young; nervously energetic. It was the first time I had ever seen him and he was a sur- prise. I may have seen his picture sometime somewhere, but if I ever had I had forgotten what it was like and I was expecting something fat and smiley. In a little thought cloud above my head an engaging figure with puffy pink cheeks and a conspicuous equator went floating away into the forever and ever. Another tradition gone glim- mering. Mr. Hays curled himself down into the other armchair-— all flopped over to one side and loosely relaxed—and began to talk. He talked somewhat sonorously and I realized at once that he was repeating himself for at least the one hundred thousandth time. But that was all right. Who would expect a man to have something new on the same old subject to say to each individual? What I liked was his earnestness—his concentration. To him I was an uninstructed newcomer and at the moment he had no business in life but to instruct me. He began with: “As I said at the dinner that was given for me in December by the Republican Women’s Executive Committee, ‘We have always said “‘we join ourselves to no party that does not follow the flag and keep step to the music of the Union.” Well, the Republican Party has not followed the flag and kept step to the music of the Union. No; the Republican party has carried the flag and made the music for the Union!’”

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= } i K ' I thought that was a pretty fine little hunk of indispu- table fact, and made a mental note that I would purloin it and use it myself when I began to make speeches for my candidate. Then he went on to tell me what the Republi- can Party stands for, and was right in the middle of some- thing about the preservation of our institutions and the fundamental principles of free government when one of the young men came in and handed him a slip of paper. “Oh, yes,” he said; “that’s St. Louis calling. Put him on this phone here and bring me a i I have forgotten what he called it. It looks and probably operates exactly like a doctor’s stethoscope. Did you ever see one of those things? I never had before. You attach it to the telephone receiver and put the two little tubes in your ears. Then you have both hands free to gesticulate if you feel like it. I know a man who ought to own one. He does a good part of his talking with his hands and he always gesticulates at the telephone. Sometimes he forgets and gesticulates with the transmitter, which makes it rather difficult for the party at the other end of the line. To seea man sitting in a New York office talking in an ordinary conversational tone with a man in St. Louis interested me, and I said something to myself about the marvels of the age we live in, but all I heard was: “Yes. ...No!... Sure! ... Well, goright ahead; What's that? . . Noton you're all right. . Well, you nail your life! . . . Oh—is that so? that fellow! . . Wee, Me RW os s WO All right ” And so on. The Sacred Equality of Women OUNDED interesting but was not particularly illuminat- S ing. At the end of about five minutes he detached him- self from the listening apparatus, hung up the receiver and began again on me at the exact point where he had left off. He picked up a litile leaflet from the desk and said: ‘Here we have it: ‘The record of the Republican Party is its best claim to support from those citizens who would see the Constitutional rights secured and the fundamental principles of American freedom maintained. Its history shows a record of sound and constructive statesmanship in beth national and international affairs. Holding fast to principles that are tried and true it still is quick to meet ‘ new conditions with new measures, and seeks justice in facts rather than in precedents.’”’ “Well, that ought to make 'em sit up and try to under- stand what you're talking about,” said I, “but don’t think you have to convert me. I’ve been an uncom- promising Republican since I was born. If the Democrats should nominate the Angel Gabriel I wouldn’t vote for him, because when you vote for a man you also vote for the company he keeps. That’s my kind of Republicanism and that’s why Mr. Hoover sv “‘Now— if you please—no reference to candidates. It’s my business to elect, not. to select, a President.” “Or fail to elect?” “Not this time!” “All right. What I really want to know is what the Republican Party is offering to women in the way of participation in its activities.” “‘Ah—that, just now, is the most important question we have to answer in the states that have ratified the Nineteenth Amendment. We offer women exactly what we offer men! We want no discrimination in any way, shape or form!” Whereupon he produced another leaflet, from which | gathered in scanning its closely printed statements that “there is but one possible rule for a political party, and that is that the rights of the individual membership to participate in the management of the party’s affairs must be and remain equally sacred and sacredly equal. The Republican women of this country are a part of the party membership. They come into this party activity not as women, but as voters entitled to participate, and partici pating in so far as the present legal limitations permit, just as other voters. Their activity is not supplementary, ancillary or secondary at all--they are units in the party membership, and where the suffrage for them is new they come in just as men have come in when they have reached the legal voting age. They are not to be separated nor segregated at all, but assimilated and amalgamated, with just that full consideration due every working member of the party in the rights of their full citizenship. There is to be no separate women’s organization created within the party except and only in those cases where such an arrange- ment may be needed temporarily as an efficient instrument in the aid of complete amalgamation.” “Very good,” said I; “‘ but the two most arrest- ing words here are ‘except’ and ‘only.’ Just what are the ‘except’ and ‘only’ institutions?” “The ‘except’ and ‘only’ insti- tution is the women’s division.” “Division and unity are not exactly synony- mous.” ‘There Ain't No Such Animat!"’ THE SATURDAY EVENING POST i3 “No, but 1 have said that complete amalgamation is our eventual purpose. The whole idea is to bring the women into complete participation in the very fullest measure at the very earliest opportunity.” If this argument fails to ring quite true in your ear it i because you are naturally suspicious and inclined to be mean. I wanted to ask if that was the basis on which the twenty-one to twenty-four year old boys are admitted tg the party, but I hardly liked to risk being impertinent, so I kept quiet. Leaders of the Women’s Division HE women’s division of the national committee was formed in May, 1919, and its chairman is Mrs. John Glover South, of Kentucky. There are three vice chair- men: Miss Mary Garrett Hay, of New York; Mrs Margaret Hill McCarter, of Topeka, Kansas; and Mrs Josephine Corliss Preston, of Olympia, Washington. Also in each state there is a representative of the division, who in frequent cases is the head of the women’s division of the state committee. On the National Executive Committee, of which M Mary Garrett Hay is chairman, are Mrs Thomas H. Carter, of Montana; Mrs. Margaret Hill McCarter, of Kansas; Mrs. Josephine Corliss Preston, of Washington; Mrs. Florence Collins Por- da ter, of California; Mrs 4 Raymond Robins, of Illinois; Mrs. John Glover South, of Ken- tucky; Miss Maude Wetmore, of Rhode Island; Miss Bina M. West, of Michigan; and Mrs. ¢ A. Sever ance of Minnesota; Continued on Page i185 rosa CAP PA V Oth 950 Ae

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14 Wherefore THE SATURDAY EVENING POST May 22,1920 eo? wat es iy : { ’ 7" ; ET’S begin with the idea that you can't improve perfection. Having chosen our hypothesis we pass easily on to the most perfect of examples, which is perfect love. How shall we visualize it? What picture does it form in the objective eye of the modern? We see two young persons, male and female, mutually agreeable, equally attractive cluded at the ideal moment when no muddy fact bedims the rose; when hearts, eyes and lips open with a wild surmise and the enchanted cat is out of the bag. Here we observe the magic of bt logy : A youth ful he and she, scarce the width of a chair arm between them; conspiring Nature auses them to raise their eyes from the book they have been reading together; their gazes lock in that ineffable twinkle which spells eternity How many of our popular illustrators during the past twenty years have done that picture? Ten thousand per- haps. Some master mind, not already exhausted with income-tax computations, might furnish the exact figures. The he-and-she picture never stales, because it expresses both art and life, which offer infinite variety. And yet Solomon, experienced polygamist though he was, declared that there was nothing new under the sun. Come then, Solomon and all ye popular illustrators, to behold a quiet corner of a Santa Barbara hotel in the heavenly mot thof March. She who composed the lovelier half of our picture might have been anywhere between twenty and thirty—you can't always tell about these modern girls. A thumb-marked volume of Romeo and Juliet lay open in her lap; her pretty hands were spread across it to stay the pages from fluttering in the sweet apring winds. Charming she was as the picture demanded, with a figure lithe as a cat's under her loose coat and eyes blue-green like that stretch of sea which heaved so lazily nto the mists of Santa Cruz Islands, He who contributed I hare of heart interest had pulled the composition together, as our illustrators say, by the simple means of leaning toward her. His dark hair was inclined to curl, his face was lean and florid. There was a sort of boyish candor about his whole personality. A bright-gray riding costume invested him with the bravery of romance, which was not lost on her at the eye-raising moment. His age might have been anywhere from twenty- four to—but that we are presently to know. **Sadie,”’ he began, and was unable to continue, for their eyes had performed the magic twinkle at that very instant. She looked down at her book, plainly confused, Solo- mon and the illustrator, equally expert, would have declared that it was all over but the shouting. However, nothing serious occurred, Her fingers made crisp, business- like little shufflings among the pages, and she said in a voice to match the action, “‘ Your turn to read, Bob!” Bob Harrigan accepted the book and gl ywwered upon Shakspere’s most impassioned flight. ‘‘He jests at scars that never felt a wound,’” all his elocution in the New York Stock Exchange. began the man who had learned “Not Bad News, I Hope,’ Said Sadie By WALLACE IRWIN TLLUSTRATED BY F. R. But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It ia the east, and Juliet is the sun Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off, It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! He paused and glowered some more, “Why don’t you go on?” she asked, 4 “It strikes me,” complained the amateur Shakspere annotator, “that the Johnnies in those days took a long time about it.” “What Johnnies about what sparkless for him. “Those Romeo chaps getting it off their chests. No wonder most of the Shaksperean heroines either committed suicide or went dotty.” “I think it’s nice,” she replied dreamily, glancing to- ward the sleepy sea and the vanishing isles. “If only men to-day could do things like that.” “Like what?” “Oh, the way Shakspere does,” she answered with her usual vagueness. ‘‘Now, Bob, you must go on. I’m play- ing tennis with Lonnie Wayle at half past ten.” The name of Lonnie Wayle affected him unpleasantly, as it always did. However much Harrigan disagreed with Shakspere, to sit here in the lovely morning pouring golden verse into Sadie Tallinger’s ear was a privilege not lightly to be relinquished. But it was Sadie herself who inter- rupted before he had stumbled through the long harangue of the love-struck Montague. “Of course I've always thought that we were wasting a lot of time with this reading.” “In motion pictures,”’ agreed Bob Harrigan, “you don’t have to do a thing but act and make your mouth go.” “But Miss Greyley insisted that we should read the play over so we could catch the atmosphere. And she’s boss, since she wrote the old scenario.” “No, she isn’t,” he replied with a relinquishing sigh as he handed the book over. “‘It’s that chap Higginson, the director. But it’s your turn now.” 9” asked Green Eyes, now GRUGER Her reading gave him an oppor- tunity to watch the bewitching play of her lips and to determine ” just how much more color her fine hair would have # needed to turn it into candid red. Oo Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. “Sadie!” ” In spite of himself Bob found himself speaking in competition with Avon's bard, and thickly at that. He touched her hand, then quickly with- drew his fingers at the sound of menacing footsteps. Colonel Thrasher, a particularly fat and disagreeable old gentleman, passed majestically by. Sadie kept her eyes on her book, but she revealed herself in the deepened color on her cheek and neck. “Sadie,” he insisted as soon as the bulky colonel had waddled down the walk, “if you're thinking of getting married, won’t you consider me?” Miss Tallinger gazed wide-eyed at the inventor of this quaint proposal. Doubtless his look of boyish earnestness restrained the smile just gathering on her lips. However, she did not let him off scot-free. “You are romantic, aren’t you?” she asked, and per- mitted the smile to come; but somehow the spark had re- kindled between them. “‘T never was much of a talker,” he explained. “Apparently not.”’ She cocked her head a little to one side and studied him archly. ‘But you haven’t left any- thing to the imagination. So you want me to consider you, if I am thinking of getting married?” “T want you terribly!” he declared. “The way your firm would want a hundred pounds of Bethlehem steel—or however they buy the stuff; that’s how they'd ask forit. ‘If you’re thinking of ——’”’ “Sadie, please!”’ he interrupted. ‘Don’t rub it in- don’t be cruel!” “T’m sorry, Bob,” she said, and her tone had softened ““To tell you the truth I have been considering you.” “Sadie!” In the ensuing movement the written romance of Romeo and Juliet fell fluttering to the floor. It was not for the book that Bob Harrigan reached out. At that instant the broad soles of Colonel Thrasher were heard crunching the gravel, a threatening sound. The lovers sprang apart and sat stiffly upright. Let us tolerate a little of this fool- ishness, for they were very young. “Sadie,” said Bob at last, after he had assumed the atti- tude proper to conventional conversation, “are you willing to take me—just as I am?” “I should hate to take you just as you aren’t,” she pointed out. Whereupon Bob Harrigan winced as though ghostly fingers had been laid upon the back of his neck. “What's the matter?” she asked, not unaware of his discomfiture. ,

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“Nothing. But you haven’t answered anything.” “T don’t know what to say, Bob. I haven’t known you very long—and you've gone at it so like a savage.” “It isn’t Lonnie Wayle?” “In the way, you mean?” Bob Harrigan bowed his youthful head. “So many things have to be considered, Bob. You're not asking me to take it at a jump, are you? You wouldn’t go into the stock exchange and sell a gallon of Standard Oil without considering it, would p you?” “What do you want to consider?” he in- quired. ““You’re worth considering, aren’t you?” “You haven't answered my question—not one question to-day,”’ he grumbled. “Well, I don’t know anything about you ex- cept that you get letters in long envelopes marked Harrigan & Moon, Wall Street, and that you went to war and played polo until you broke most of your bones and that you're nice and that you can’t teach me how to use the mashie. That’s something, but it isn’t everything.” “I was going to tell you all about myself.” He swallowed hard and tried to control a face which, train it as he might, was never intended for poker. “‘Sadie,”” he blurted at last, “it wouldn’t be fair to complete an arrangement ia “*Call it a deal,” she supplied. “Well, a deal like this—without telling you. I've been plodding along for years with the feel- ing that I was out of things—on the shelf.” “On the shelf!”” she marveled, and forgot her manners sufficiently to regard him from head to toe. “‘IT seemed to be in the tar bag with the rest of "em. Then when I came here and met you t’s funny how that fool rehearsal has affected me, something new and bright began to grow inside me. It suddenly occurred to me that I wasn’t out of the game; that I was still in the running.” “‘How like an old grandfather you’re talk- ing!” she rippled. “That’s what his florid color deeper ing. lot younger than I am.” She surveyed him again, critically at first, then with eyes of candid admiration. ‘How old are you?” she asked. He braced his shoulders as a man might before a firing squad, then made his answer. “I’m thirty-nine. Next Wednesday will be my fortieth birthday.”” Then hopefully—‘“I’m not forty yet, understand.” His eyes held a look that was intensely pathetic as he went on. “‘T shouldn’t have had the nerve to ask you if I’d been forty.” “You ridiculous child!” she laughed, and patted his arm as a mother might have caressed a naughty boy. | ‘‘And are there any more dreadful confessions?” “‘T’ve been married before,” he told her baldly. too I’m getting at,’ he persisted, ‘Possibly ] look a { “Not divorced!” t : . } > drs ; . She sat up, her lips drawn together under an impulse of A hereditary prejudice. : “No; I’m a widower.” { “Oh!” } “Does that make any difference?” ’ “Oh, no! It’s quite natural for a man of your age—’ she laughed again. ‘“‘Oh, Bob, but it seems so hard to get used to you as anything but a boy!” “You’ve turned back the calendar about ten years for me, Sadie. Since I’ve known you I haven’t been a widower; I haven’t been middle-aged. I’ve just been—Romeo.” “You ridiculous, ridiculous infant!” Her lips were smiling, but her eyes had moistened with a pity which makes quick work between Eros, god of love-bestowed, and Anteros, god of love-returned. “‘Anything more to confess?’’ she whispered, her lips still smiling. barrassing pause. “And in that time of course sg A fine figure of a man in a pin-checked coat and immacu- late flannel trousers came bounding along the veranda and brought Bob Harrigan to a stand, for the object of Mr. Alonzo Wayle’s visit and search was all too apparent. “Oh, here you are!” cried Lonnie with an air of pro- prietorship which Bob Harrigan strove vainly to construe as comic. “Lonnie, my dear,’ ‘ yet.” “Ten-ten,”’ declared Bob’s rival briskly after consulting the golden dial of his wrist watch. “« And we'll certainly have to whiz or we’ll lose the court. We're matched against Harry Lanyard and Miss Corliss for the semifinals.” , objected Sadie, “it can’t be time + “tb ‘I’ve been alone many years,” he began after anem- © \\ THE SATURDAY EVENING POST “T’ll get my hat, and tell mother,”’ confessed the girl with the green eyes as she came bounding to her feet and hurried away. Bob Harrigan was left alone with the very young, very wealthy and very eligible Mr. Wayle, whom he loved even less than Montague loved Capulet. “Rehearsal called for two,”’ announced Lonnie, staring — so Bob thought—with needless arrogance. “Keep on Swearing by the Moon — the Moon's Pretty PaN\ ‘ + > Good, But it Ain't 7 >_-— a Patch on Juliet" “T know it,” replied Bob, returning the stare. ‘You'll be on time to-day, I hope?”’ “Rotten hour—two,’’ complained Lonnie “Don't those movie people ever eat?” “Carry it in tin buckets, I hear.” ““Why in the world did they take that old maid’s sce- nario? Silly mess!” “‘She’s frightfully famous,” explained Bob. ‘Written a whole library of poetic dramas and had them published at her own expense.” “Awfully rum stuff! Great Lovers of History—ever hear of such a rotten title for a movie? Great Lovers of Whisky would hit a lot better. What Santa Barbara needs is some three-reel comics— bright knockabout stuff showing members of the country club jumping off the wharf to avoid the annual assessment. I’ve got a great hobo act with one of my police dogs.” “The dog can have my part,” Harrigan promised; and that was far from sincere, for he was at that instant yearning for the hour of rehearsal, when he stand under the fierce eye of the camera and play Romeo to a certain Juliet. “He's a bright pup,” declared Lonnie Bob considered the remark before he asked, “T wonder why in the world that director ever picked me out for Romeo?” “Tt puzzied me, too,”” admitted Lonnie in a tone which under the circumstances was far too agreeable. ““T suppose there are any number of chaps round here who could look and act the part,” being thirty- should modestly suggested the man who nine—was not yet forty. ‘‘We put on a historical five-reeler at Narragan- sett last summer,” said Lonnie quite impersonally “T took the part of Lorenzo the Magnificent, Bally drool, you know. But you'd be surprised how much experience helps a chap. You see I've been acting with the comedy club ever since I graduated from hello, here we are!” Here we are indeed! Sadie Tallinger’s bright smile under a Parisian version of Tam o’ Shanter announced that the young lady was prepared for tennis. Bob Harrigan’s feeling as he watched her step into his rival’s baby-blue roadster no smile upon himself—was that of a dreamer who has reached for a star and finds himself clutching empty air. wasting Two o'clock discovered Bob Harrigan poetically attired and awaiting the whim of a director at the local motion-picture studio. In tights of peacock blue, a cloak of crimson, a golden girdle round hi waist, a jeweled dagger at his side and on his head askull cap with a pointed feather, he presented a graceful figure of young twenty, reckless of adven ture, hungering to climb. For him the ivied bal cony, defiance to a hostile Capulet and true love sworn beneath an inconstant moon. The coat of pinkish cosmetic with which his face was daubed detracted, I admit, from his charm cially when the frightful greenish lights came on converting everything into the colors of disease Under its glare lips became purple, eyes a jaundiced yellow, tongues Numerous youths of the winter colony slouched about in the form-revealing costumes of Capulet and Montagues, ready to do their noble parts in Miss poor rehash of Shakspere. Lonnie Wayle gloomed apart in the habit of Friar Laurence. A toy tower and balcony, borrowed for the Los concern, were being repaired amidst the must espe black as a chow dog's. dash on and Greyley’s Ar gele impre- cations of a director who registered impatience, as the hath it A electrician in khaki breeches climbed among the rafters, a whole arsensal of tools gleamir g at hi belt “Miss Tallinger!’’ the director megaphone Out from behir occasion from a scenario dangerous-looking howled through hi da moated tower popped little and Bob Harrigan’s heart stood still The prevailing jaundice was in her eyes, the purple upon her lips; 1 re over the fr yl tful light had turned her hair a deathly green. And yet to her Romeo, who mooned in Capulet’ garden, she was perfection’s very self. He was wild with love of her; and it was true love, too, since true love i ready to make every allowance under the sun or under the false light created by mar a remarkable persor der, a actor—-too) During preliminaries the director the who combined all talents of a college-yell lea traffic policeman and a great Shaksperean occasion to scold the Capule ts and the Montagues “Here, you Cap Montagues there for Scene Twelve and stop your tall keep t ing! any tea party. And don’t a one of you leave You're harder to keep track of than a drove of yo Miss Tallinger! Where in Tallinger?”’ “Here I am!” declared Miss Tallinger, appearing on th lawn of Capulet’s garden. “Will you kindly get where you belong—up in the bal« ony 4 What's that?”’ The last question was addressed toa prim ladylike per son of uncertain who came mincingly forward, a book in her hand. It was Miss Grey the ‘‘Might I make a suggestion, Mr. Higginson’? “A thousand!"" permitted the director with terrible patience. ‘It’s only taken a week to sh ‘ ‘Might it not add atmosphere if I tomeo and Juliet during the action?” ilets and wether This isn't the nlace! young pigs where in the world is Mi: years ley, authoress, > oot this scene read the lines of Continued on Page 115

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST May 22,1920 nscrambling the Departments HE other day in Washington Honorable John Barton Payne re *- signed from the chairmanship of the Shipping Board and became the Seere tary of the Interior, to succeed Mr. Lane In an interview granted then quite casu ally he suggested a“ profound indictment of bureaucracy when he was asked how, comparatively, he enjoys his new office ind its many great responsibilities For he smiled and said: “Why, this, com paratively, is an old man’s job!” l'o be sure, he earnestly desired not to eem in any sense crit eal of or, at so early 1 date, thoroughly informed about the enormou organization and the multi farious activitie of the Department of the Interior, Nevertheless, he made clear the sharp mtrast that exists between a govern ment department of the traditional kind ind a modern busine ; organization, an 1 thereby suggested the vastly greater dif ference ex ing between the government whole and a modern busine organization, words, he indicated that at last, despite organization Congre initially provided Board, whose faulty charter made the Denman-Goethals Cato Selts, Commissions By DONALD WILHELM ANNE, TE oS ‘ ae - “ “In fact,” he said, “I have never had to do with any job that required such a great variety of instant decisions. In con- trast to that job, you see, this one seems, so far, reflective—everything comes to me sifted through.” “The Shipping Board,” it was sug- gested, “dealing as it does with functions related to one commodity, ships, repre- sents a form of modern corporate busi- ness organization?” “Exactly.” “And this department is a bureau- cracy?” me fg He subscribed flatly to the conclusion, then, that the quick and responsive and economical functioning of the modern cor- poration is, and may always be, quite im- possible in a government department and Stairway at the Entrance to the Patent Office Above — Interior Department Building, Washington, D. C. deadlock possible, the huge far-reaching plant of the Ship- ping Board, with its manufacturing subsidiary, the Emergency Fleet Corporation, had been compactly and effectively headed up to the chairman, with the result that the chairman was kept busy. in the Government as a whole, because of the infinite variety of functions the Gov- ernment performs. Now function, in the modern science of organization, is the direct line of achieve- ment that bridges over from source to necessity. Engi- neers, all organizers, all the 135,000 engineers, architects, contractors, other organizers now for the first time united in the National Public Works Department Association, lay it of Indian Affairs Clay Taliman, Commissioner of the General Land Office

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down as axiomatic that just asa bridge is the shortest line be- tween two points, so the eco- nomical and efficient method to build the said bridge or to do anything else of a constructive or business nature is to charge one organization with the re- sponsibility for it. Put one or- ganization atop one or alongside one, they say, and— properly mixing metaphors to get the right effect—you have eleven. Add another and you have 111. And so on, ad infinitum. Citing which text by way of gospel truth, they point out that va- rious and sundry engineering, architectural and public-works functions of related kinds are now performed by nine of the ten departments, operating through thirty-five bureaus or services, together with four agencies not attached to these nine departments—in other words, thirty-nine separate and direct agencies altogether. Now, taking these figures lit- erally, and literally one must take them since there is no gov- ernmental agency quite conclu- sively informed and quite conclusively able to negate them, they suggest a situatior that, from the business man’s point of view, is bad enough. But worse still, these thirty- nine agencies, though they are said to do the same kind of work, and in many instances exactly the same kind of work, are in no way whatever corre- lated and coérdinated except through Congress, which, after all, is the only board of di- rectors in Washington that cares a hang where taxpayers’ money goes. Nor, save in the same fortui- tous manner, are these agencies correlated or coérdinated with the taxpayers who must foot the bill while playing their harps in the treble. People like to think, of course, that, as the fathers of the SATURDAY EVENING POST

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Int ar er country expected long ago, the White House can and does ior of Pension Office. Offices are Located in the Sheil of the Building and are Entered From the Balconies recent concentration of functions as might conceivably beachieved frowned upon until would not only reduce the number of persons necessary to to defeat the Government 17 bureau such as there is in every great corporation to work with current and to anticipate future problems of plan, function and personnel.” Again, people like to think that the White House is able to serve as such an administrative bureau. But the haleyon day when the White House as or ganized could do so have passed into history. For not only are there ten great with personnel numbering hur dreds of thousands, not only are these thousands scattered all over the far reaches of America and the world, and not only did Mr. Taft, when President, be fore recent years and the war departments increased the size and activities of these departments almost threefold, point out that the ac tivities these departinents per form are more numerous than those performed by all business combined, but now a business man who has given no little study to the organization of the Government’s machine, Congressman Frederick N. Zih|! man, of Maryland, points out that in addition to the ten major departments in recent years there have come into ex istence new growths fungous growths, if you will—which, he insists, have no rightful place ir our scheme of government What Mr. Lincoln Said “TN THE Constitution,”’ Con gressman Zihlman says “three separate branches of government are provided’’—two of them directly responsible t the people—‘“‘each acting as a check upon the other. Butnow therehas grown upanewadjunct to the three coérdinate branches of government, This is govern- ment by boards, by bureaus and by commissions Such agencies had no place in the original scheme of government, nor for many years, and were ly. Lincoln called them ‘schemes attend to and adjust continuously the infinitude of func- tions and agencies in the ten departments and in the The congressman adds that the chiefs and chairmen of carry on the Government’s work but it would prevent a vast amount of duplication and conflict that now inevi- tably occurs. Without question, at present a major diffi- culty is the absence of any place that I know of where the facts are brought together. That’s a great trouble. If we had the machinery of the whole Government sufficiently organized we could know just what the duplication, which extends a great deal further than the question of overhead, But now there is no central administrative these schemes to defeat the Government have assumed much of the dignity of cabinet officers, that continuously they compete with one another in besieging Congress for Government’s innumerable bureaus. Without Head or Tail appropriations, that in the present fiscal year Congress had : Bout: resumed Secretary Payne, “what we require is made available for the use of these independent bodies the an actual survey of the different government agencies 7 with a view to the possibility of concentrating in the depart- enormous sum of $897,101,766, not counting, of course, nearly two billions appropriated for the railroads. ments all matters germane to the subject of them. Sucha amounts to, (Continued on Page 99

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dripped over the house like it over an art jar and the freck- idows here and there only intensified bath of light. The Butterworth flanking were intrenched be- only the Happer house took the long faced the dusty road-street with This was the city of Tarleton September afternoon. Carrol Happer rested fifty-two-year-old sill watched Clark Darrow’s ancient flivver turn the corner. The car was hot—being partly metallic it retained all the heat it absor! and Clark Darrow itting bolt upright at the wheel wore a pained, strained uugh he considered himself a spare part to break. He laboriously crossed two squeaking indignantly at the encoun- terrifying expression he gave the gear a final wrench and deposited self and car approximate ly in front of the Happer steps. There was a heaving sound, a death rattle, followed by a and then the air was rent by a startling ling hi the rigor of the and Ls } d great stodgy ILL irkin house trees; un and all day a tolerant kindly patience. in southernmost Georgia Up in her bedroom window Sally her and nineteen-year old chin on a ed or evolved expression as the and rather likely dust ruts, the ter, and then teering wheel with a plaintive short silence; whistle. ° illy Carrol gazed down sleepily. She started to yawn, quite ible raised her chin ill changed her mind and continued the car, owner sat brilliantly if he waited for but finding this unless she from the window silently to regard perfunct rily at attention as After a moment the whistle once more split the mpos whose an answer to his signal. dusty air. “Good mawnin’.”’ With difficulty Clark twisted his tall body a distorted glance on the window. *, Sally Carrol.” round and bent ‘Tals ‘Isn't it, sure er “Whi at you doit a ‘Eatin’ 'n appl *t mawnin ough? “Come on go swimmin’—want to?” ‘Reckon so.” ‘How "bout hurryin’ up?” ‘Sure enough.” Sally Carrol sig profound inertia from the floor, where she alternate! ly cle and raised herself with had been ox app! She rhed voluminously troying parts of a paper dolls for her younger sister. regarded her expres with a dabbed two spots of rouge on her lips and a grain of powder on her nose and cov her bobbed corn-colored hair with a rose-littered sunbonnet. Then she kicked over the painting water, said, “Oh, damn!’’—but let it lie—and left the room. ‘How you, Clark?” she inquired a min- ute later as she slipped nimbly over the side of the car. ‘Mighty fine, ‘Where we go “Out to Walley’ we'd call by an’ get Clark was dark and lean foot was rather inclined to cupied in green and painting approached a and pleasant languor, mirror, on ple a ed ered Sally Carrol.” swimmin’?”’ Pool. Told Marylyn her an’ Joe and when o: Ewing.” His eyes were omi and his rather petulant when startlingly nated by smiles, locally “a income’’—just enough to keep himself in ease and and he the two years toop. nous expression exce pt illumi one of his fre Clark had called quent what was his car in gasoline had spent since he graduated from Tech in dozing y streets of Georgia round the laz his home town discussing how he could best his capital for an immedi ate fortune, invest Swathed in Furs Satly Carre Tobogganing on the Country:Club Hill THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ALACE USTRATED Hanging round he found not at all difficult; little girls had grown up beautifully, the amazing Carrol foremost among them; swum with and danced with and made love to in the flower- all liked Clark im- When feminine company palled there were half a dozen other youths who were always just about to do something and meanwhile were quite willing to join him in a few holes of golf or a game of billiards or the consump- filled summery evenings mensely. tion of a quart of “hard yella licker.”” Every once in a while one of these contemporaries made a farewell round of calls before going up to New York or Phila- delphia or Pitts- burgh to go into business, but mostly they just stayed round in this languid par- adise of dreamy skies and firefly evenings and noisy street “Sally denly, gaged?” ar and they By F. Scott Fitzgerald CRANK JAMES HH. fairs—and espe- cially of gracious soft-voiced girls who were brought up on memories instead of money. The flivver having been excited into a sort of rest- less resentful life Clark and Sally Carrol rolled and rat- tled down Valley Avenue intoJefferson Street, where the dust road became a pavement; along opiate Millicent Place, where there were half a dozen prosperous substantial mansions; and on into the downtown section. Driving was perilous here, for it was shopping time; the population idled casually across the streets and a drove of low- moaning oxen were being urged along in front of a placid street car; even the shops seemed only yawn- ing their doors and blink- ing their windows in the sunshine before retiring into a state of utter and finite coma. Carrol,” said Clark sud- “it a fact that you're en- She looked at him quickly. ““Where’d you hear that? 9” “Sure enough, you engaged?” { Put in a Morning *"At’s a nice question to ask a girl!” a crowd of Sally and they enjoyed being May 22,1920 “Girl told me you were engaged to a Yankee you met up in Asheville last summah.” Sally Carroi sighed. ‘*Never saw such an old town faw rumors.” “Don’t marry a Yankee, Sally Carrol. We need you round here.” Sally Carrol was silent a moment. “Clark,” she demanded suddenly, “‘ marry?” “I offah my services.” “Honey, you couldn’t suppawt a wife,” she answered cheerfully. ‘‘Anyway, I know you too well to fall in love with you.” **At doesn’t mean you ought to marry a Yankee.” **S’pose I love him?” He shook his head. “You couldn’t. He’d bea lot differ- ent from us, every way.” He broke off as he halted the car in front of a rambling dilapidated house. Marylyn Wade and Joe Ewing ap- peared in the doorway. ‘Lo, Sally Carrol.’ “— “How you-all?” **Sally Carrol,’’ demanded Marylyn as they started off again, ‘“‘you en- gaged?” Lawdy, where’d all this start? Can’t I look at a man ’thout every- body in town engagin’ me to him?” Clark stared straight in front of ~ him at a bolt on the clattering wind shield. » said with a curious intensity, who on earth shall “Sally Carrol,” he “don't you like us?” **What?” “Us down here “Why, Clark, you know I do. “Then why you gettin’ engaged to a Yankee? “Clark, I don’t know. I’m not sure what I'll do, but well, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale.” “What you mean?” “Oh, Clark, I love you, Arrot, and you all, but you'll **We'll all be failures?’ “Yes. I don’t mean only money failures but just sort of — of ineffectual and sad and —oh, how can I tell you?” “You mean because we stay here in Tarleton?” “Yes, Clark; and because you like it and never want to change things or think or go ahead.” He nodded and she reached over and pressed his hand. “Clark,” she said softly, “‘I wouldn’t change you for the world. You’re sweet the way you are. The things that'll make you fail I'll love always—the living in the past, the lazy days and nights you have, and all your carelessness and generosity.” “But you're goin’ away?” ““Yes—because I couldn’t ever marry you. You’ve a place in my heart no one else ever could have, but tied down here I'd get restless. I'd feel I was—wastin’ myself. There’s two sides to me, you see. There’s the sleepy old side you love; an’ there’s a sawt of energy—the feelin’ that makes me do wild things. That’s the part of me that may be useful somewhere, that'll last when I’m not beautiful any more.” She broke off with characteristic suddenness and sighed, “Oh, sweet cooky!” as her mood changed. Half closing her eyes and tipping back her head till it rested on the seat back she let the savory breeze fan her eyes and ripple the fluffy curls of her bobbed hair. They were in the country now, hurrying between tangled growths of bright-green coppice and grass and tall trees that sent sprays of foliage to hang a cool welcome over the road. Here and there they passed a battered negro cabin, its oldest white-haired inhabitant smoking a corncob pipe beside the door and half a dozen scantily clothed ” I adore all you boys.” and I love Joe here, and Ben you'll a

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST They Passed Through the Gateway and Followed a Path That Led Through a Wavy Valley of Graves pickaninnies parading tattered dolls on the wild grown grass in front. Farther out were lazy cotton fields, where even the workers seemed intangible shadows lent by the sun to the earth not for toil but to while away some age-old tradition in the golden September fields. And round the drowsy picturesqueness, over the trees and shacks and muddy rivers, flowed the heat, never hostile, only com- forting like a great warm nourishing bosom for the infant earth. “‘Sally Carrol, we’re here!’ “Poor chile’s soun’ asleep.” “‘Honey, you dead at last outa sheer laziness? ““Water, Sally Carrol! Cool water waitin’ faw you!” Her eyes opened sleepily. “Hi!” she murmured, smiling. ’ ” um N NOVEMBER Harry Bellamy, tall, broad and brisk, came down from his Northern city to spend four days. His intention was to settle a matter that had been hanging fire since he and Sally Carrol had met in Asheville, North Carolina, in midsummer. The settlement took only a quiet afternoon and an evening in front of a glowing open fire, for Harry Bellamy had everything Sally Carrol wanted; and, besides, she loved him—loved him with that side of her she kept especially for loving. Sally Carrol had several rather clearly defined sides. On his last afternoon they walked, and she found their tending half-unconsciously toward of her favorite haunts, the cemetery. When it came in sight, gray-white and golden-green under the cheerful late sun, she paused irresolute by the iron gate. “‘Are you mournful by nature, Harry?” a faint smile. ““Mournful? Not I.” “Then let’s go in here. I like it.” They passed through the gateway and followed a path that led through a wavy valley of graves—dusty-gray and moldy for the fifties; quaintly carved with flowers and jars for the seventies; ornate and hideous for the nineties, with fat marble cherubs lying in sodden sleep on stone pillows, and great impossible growths of nameless granite flowers. Occasionally they saw a kneeling figure with steps one she asked with It depresses some folks, but tributary flowers, but over most of the graves lay silence and withered leaves with only the fragrance that their own shadowy memories could waken in living minds. They reached the top of a hill where they were fronted by a tall round headstone, freckled with dark spots of damp and half grown over with vines. “**Margery Lee,’” she read; “‘‘1844-1873.’ Wasn't she nice? She died when she was twenty-nine. Dear Margery Lee,’’ she added softly. “‘Can’t you see her, Harry?” “Yes, Sally Carrol.” He felt a little hand insert itself into his. ‘She was dark, I think; and she always wore her hair with a ribbon in it, and gorgeous hoopskirts of bright blue and old rose.” “Te.” “Oh, she was sweet, Harry! And she was the sort of gir] born to stand on a wide pillared porch and welcome folks in. I think perhaps a lot of men went away to war meanin’ to come back to her; but maybe none of ’em ever did.” He stooped down close to the stone, hunting for any record of marriage. “There’s nothing here to show.” “Of course not. How could there be anything there better than just ‘Margery Lee,’ and that eloquent date?” She drew close to him and an unexpected lump came into his throat as her yellow hair brushed his cheek. ““You see how she was, don’t you, Harry?” “T see,” he agreed gently. ‘‘I see through your precious eyes. You're beautiful now, so I know she must have been.” Silent and close they stood, and he could feel her shoul- ders trembling a little. An ambling breeze swept up the hill and stirred the brim of her floppidy hat. ““Let’s go down there!” She was pointing to a flat stretch on the other side of the hill where along the green turf were a thousand grayish- white crosses stretching in endless ordered rows like the stacked arms of a battalion. “Those are the Confederate dead, simply. They walked along and read the inscriptions, always only a name and a date, sometimes quite indecipherable. “The last row is the saddest—-see, "way over there. Every cross has just a date on it and the word ‘Unknown. said Sally Carrol ” 1 her eyes brimmed with tears. darling—if you She looked at him ar “I can't don’t know.” ‘*How you feel about it is beautiful to me.” **No, no, it’s not me, it’ that old time that I’ve tried to have live in me unimpor- tant, evidently, or the 5 but they the dead South. husky, her eyes glistening tell you how real it is to me, then The st , wouldn't hav died for the most beautiful thing in the world were just men, been ‘unknown’: You see,” she continued, her voice still with tear “peopl have these dreams they fasten on to things, and I've always grown up with that dream. It wa » ea because it was all dead and there weren't any disillusions comin’ to mé I've tried in a way to live up to those past standards of noblesse oblige—there’s just the last remnants of it, you know, like the roses of an old garden dying all round u treaks of strange courtline and chivalry in some of these boys an’ stories I used to hear from a Confederate soldier who lived old darkie Oh, Harry, there was omething! I couldn’t ever make you next door, and a few something, there wa understand, but it was there “ } I understand,” he assured her agai quietly Sally Carrol smiled and dried her eyes on the tip ofa handkerchief protruding from his breast pocket “You don’t feel depressed, do you, lover? Even wher ind I get a sawt of strength from it.” I ery I'm happy here Hand in hand they turned and walked slowly away. Finding soft gra he drew him down to a seat beside her with their bac avainst the remnant of a low broken wall. “Wish those three old women would clear out,” he complained I want to kiss you, Sally Carrol.” ‘te tao,’ They waited impatiently for the three bent figures to move off, and then she kissed him until the sky seemed to fade out and all her smiles and tears to vanish in an ecstasy of eternal seconds. Afterward they walked slowly back toge ther, while on twilight played at checkers with the end of day. “You'll be up about mid-January,” he said, ‘‘and you've got to stay a month at least. It'll be slick. There’ and if you've never really seen snow like fairyland to you. There’ll be (Continued on Page 163 the corners somnolent black-and-white a winter carnival on, kating and skling and

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE RE MATION hocked to novel that ocence, t notoriou Knew in the without a re nted herself are for it. 1 Mrs. Max- answer; 1its me?”’ r, and uggested bell, her came and dutifu Howe tinacy, she to } and apolo- But Mrs. Max- most excellent rang the er, in case iir and prepared pleasure vad, in fact, the ched Molly’s cheek and replied a pretty good idea of what Molly, showing an unex- ” added Mrs. that it was further. her. Her mall that she hardly an enormous black obstruction between her and the daylight. her life, not only for the reason memory controlled her mother but on account of h pecific instructions for his daughter’s upbringing. These had all the sanctity of a deathbed utterance. Mrs. Maxwell obeyed them still to the letter, and Molly did her best as far as possible to assist her mother in the belief was no less loyal e did not always dear father’s taste Molly found as usual carry her inquiries any father wher ne wa 30 ixwell ger thy extremely diffict Ihe father ha ppeal always silenced 1 died remembered him except a ometime ume as still powerful ir find it very easy to conceal the different from other 1 not been for a certain faculty in her must be called faith i ‘ uspected of such vices a she was not remarkably nd if it ha whict she might have been \ curl ty and inter- ral proceedings of the world and a desire to Mrs. Maxwell was never even the first the gene attractive But fortunately repared to put the worst or upon Me d out by her father lie rl I ittle girl, and it con- behavior She had been long judgment as an un "I good s well known to all iral bent was toward virtue seem to do wrong, but it could be only out mplicity managed so well even as she 1 then relieved herself of a by going to see her * Hostel in Russell went to see the morning t of The Second Husband. 1 of Sylvia unimpeachable Io think of peech in olly might not have did if little ace fr end mauare She now nui kedne Student her on after thi Mr large very il Maxwell ay ve who wasa fat girl of t goodne in gold spectacles impropriety of thought or onner ive been like im te for juliet domes absurd. Yet Molly’ tion with Sylvia would | puting religious heterodoxy or a ta trong drink toa yak or other ature It was plainly the ng a tant in rt whe Maxwell perceived had failed ced by ia wa nal girl she ce that her ikne balar Mol Ilv looked 0 ‘ qual we and when M and said, meet mo y ruled her, yivia's eyes ipper to t forget that I who Syl if you should f had lunch th you to-day Sylvia | had not not he visit orporeal pres D of Moll; would smile in faint } +} oll - 1 ' i i 1 rie ineasines M always ilv would not rt o these things. felt so wished she ighed be« ise sl \ illy aware that les had not the he had been ac- Sylvia reproaches, appeals ghtest weight with Mol ustomed to be trodden upo ll } e did not feel Molly less good-natured girl, and or her er life, and so perhaps uthless treatment so much as a e with fewer and more kind ter ave done She care in her memory that Molly had beer Wednesday, the tenth of June, housewifery. hearted brothers and 3, might } fully recorded the fact at lunch with her on and went on with her studies i O I By Thomas ILLUSTRATED BY CHARLES Molly meanwhile had been able to lay in a stock of goodness and patience enough to last another few days by having her lunch, and a pretty long talk before and after lunch, with Robert Anderson. This is how Sylvia were of such relief to that virtuous young woman. She saw Robert. If there was no chance of seeing Robert she did not go to visit Sylvia, who was, after all, not by herself the most tertaining of com panions,and if Robert failed her she was obliged to take the only other method of relief by picking a quarrel with that long-suffering maiden, and proving to her by infallible logic that she was no better than a fool. But Robert very seldom failed, and then only when he did not get Mol ly’s instruc- tions in time to obey them; or pre- vented by his duties. Robert was secretary to his uncle, Arthur Wans- worth, M. P., and no doubt had a great ca- reer before But at present her visits to en- possible, was him. Te is With a Person Who Never Loses Her Temper, Who is Totaily Unable to be Persuaded of Any Point of View But Her Own No Good to Quarret and Joyce D. MITCHELL May 22,1920 his pay was extremely small, his work heavy, and his reputation with Mrs. Maxwell at its lowest ebb. He naturally shared his uncle's political opinions—it i unlikely that he would have long retained his post with that very dogmatic politician if he hadn’t—and as they included the disestablishment of the church, divorce by separation, legitimation of children by after-marriage as in France, the removal of the censorship of plays, and a great many more drastic reforms—or deforms; and as Mr. Wans- worth never lost an opportunity of talking about them, and writing about them, and making himself known as the principal champion of them, it is not surprising that Mrs. Maxwell, the widow of one clergyman and the daughter of another, should think his loyal secretary a misguided young man, and not at all the sort of friend for Molly. As she told Molly after her first and last meeting with Robert, she could see at once that Mr. Anderson would never understand her. “ He is very nice in his way, though I don’t think he can be very good-tempered—he seems positively to enjoy argument, but you’ve really nothing in common, have you? It’s a great pity, because we know so few young people in town.” “But, mother, surely you aren’t cross with him because he has his own ideas about politics.” Molly showed one of her rare flashes of opposition. She was defeated as usual by the irresistible good nature and impenetrability of her mother. It is no good to quarrel with a person who never loses her temper, and who is totally unable to be persuaded of any point of view but her own. Mrs. Maxwell smiled affectionately and replied that she wasn’t cross with Mr. Anderson. But it was no good pretending he wasn’t dreadfully mistaken in his ideas, and perhaps irreligious. She liked him, but she didn’t want to meet him again. It is fair to say that Robert, unaccustomed to Mrs. Maxwell’s methods of reasoning, had grown rather heated in their argument about the Welsh Church; and, of course, it is very rude to have strong opinions on a visit and defend them from the attacks of one’s hostess. Molly reproved him afterward for his tactless sin- cerity and pointed out that he had only himself to blame if she was never able to see him again; which did not, however, very much disturb Robert, as he had been meeting Molly at his cousin Sylvia's for at least six months before he met Molly’s mother and saw no reason to suppose that Sylvia would not be as hospitable now as before. He comforted Molly while she shed a few tears in self-pity for her mis- fortunes and his foolish behavior, and then they made their arrangements for one or two teas, lunches and matinées in the next week or so, and involved Sylvia in a yet deeper complication of perjury. Sylvia, in fact, was obliged to keep a special calendar in order to remember the lies she had faithfully promised to tell. Imagine the position of a really good girl, a girl with the tenderest kind of con- science, who cannot trust her memory to remind her of all her criminal en- gagements. But pity is wasted on Sylvia. She was not used to it. Neither Robert nor Molly ever cared a penny for her moral suffer- ings. The most they did for her was to buy her chocolates, when they thought of it, and to give her birthday presents a week or so late. Their intuition, like the intuition of Sylvia’s brothers and sisters, parents, aunts, uncles, and even of bus conductors and assistants in shops, infallibly told them that Syl- via was the sort of girl who would standanything. One might be fond of her, most people were fond of her, but no one could possibly con- sider her feelings. “*What sort of a book is The Sec- ond Husband, Bobby?” Molly asked when she had climbed into a taxi opposite a certain restaurant in Soho, and Robert, having told the man to drive to St. George’s Mansions, Westminster, followed with his usual impetuosity. Robert should not have afforded a taxi, and though Molly was richer than Robert, and would be very much richer when she came of age, she was not allowed

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topay. Roberthad no prejudices. He admitted that there was no reason why women shouldn’t pay their share when they could afford it. He agreed that the old system was a relic of the bad old days of women’s dependence. But, never- theless, Molly was not permitted to open her purse from the time she met Robert to the time she left him. It was very illogical of Robert to insist on this, especially as both he and Molly had such clear views about the equality of women. But there it was. And Molly did not take the trouble to oppose a whim, which was on the whole not unpleasant. She perceived that it gave Robert the right to choose where they should go and what they should do, but neither did she object to this. She even liked it. Meanwhile the reason of Robert’s taking a taxi which he could not afford, when plenty of busses were available, was not ostentatious, but, we are sorry to say, purely senti- mental. He wanted to give Mollyakiss. Molly, of course, knew this. She was awaiting j the kiss when she asked her innocent question about The Second Husband. She was not at all surprised that Robert merely replied, ‘‘Oh, it’s not bad,”’ and sidled up toward her with a peculiar look. An experienced writer would put a row of asterisks at this point. Aster- isks are highly exciting and they do not involve any banal explanations. But there is really no good reason why it should not be confessed in plain English that Rob- ert and Molly, be- ing very much in love, kissed each other at least a dozen, perhaps two dozen times before they agreed that their conduct was foolish and it wa ne to behave a sensible and re spectable manner. “Why do you ask about The Second Husband? I could lend you a copy if you want to read it,’”’ said R “IT have a copy, only mother’s taken it. And I don’t know how long it will be before I find where she’s put it.” ““Oh!”’ Robert said this with a good deal of expression. “She doesn’t think it good for me. Is it very bad?” “Lord, no! It’s only about a woman who gets bored with her husband and tries a change. “That's not very original.’ Molly was disappointed. ‘“‘No—o. But the play’s good.”’ “What play?” “The Reformation. It’s founded on the book—or the book’s founded on the play. I don’t know which. Prob- ably the latter, and that’s why the book’s so dull. But it’s a real good play. It’s on at the Court. Heavens, here's another block! The last one cost fourpence.”’ Molly sympathized with these financial anxieties and then returned to her more interesting subject. ““D’you know I haven’t been to a decent play for nearly a year?” “Meaning by decent—indecent.” “Bobby, don’t be stupid. I’m quite serious.” Robert was immediately very grave and agreed that it was very serious, very serious indeed, ‘“‘Mother still thinks Peter Pan is my limit, and she was really astonished when she found me looking at Waste the other day.” “Did she take it away?”’ “No. I think she thought I wouldn’t understand it.” “Nonsense.” “Yes, dear. Truly! You don’t understand how fright- fully short-sighted parents can be. It’s just the same with Uncle Jack and Tommy. There is poor old uncle saying everywhere what an unusually geod boy Tommy is—no vices—never gives him a moment of anxiety—and you know what Tommy is.” “Tommy is the cousin who tried to borrow money from you, isn’t he?”’ Molly nodded, and added: “ He said he’d had a bad day at Kempton, but I believe it was for that awful girl at the Hilarity.” Robert, after a suitable melancholy pause to show a proper appreciation of Tommy’s vileness, recovered his obert. good spirits and suggested that Molly was not quite so bad as that, nor Mrs. Maxwell quite so much deceived as Uncle Jack. “T suppose Tommy isn’t really very abnormal Robert hastened to say that he, for one, didn’t take any interest in chorus girls. “No, but you take an interest in other girls. Don't interrupt, dear. Very well then, I’m a girl. And you take an interest in me. What I mean is, that Tommy’s nothing out of the way, and neither am I.” “In fact, you take an interest in men.” “Don’t be rude, Bobby!” Molly was really annoyed and had to be pacified with the humblest apologies. She refused to allow any parallel between her case and Robert's. She thought that Robert might have the sense to see that she was not joking. She meant what she said. She didn’t like people who tried to be funny. In short, Robert had the deuce of a time, and his remorse was heartfelt. He implored her to overlook his idiocy and go on and tell him about her mother. He was greatly interested in her difficulties at home—truly he was. “It’s quite simple,” Molly explained, not yet quite restored to equanimity. ‘“‘Mother treats me like a child She thinks Iam a child. It’s not so much that she’s afraid of my learning about things—she thinks I oughtn’t to— but that she really and honestly believes I don’t want to. That I would be disgusted.” “Disgusted, Molly?” “Yes."’ Molly grew more cheerful at this sympathetic tone. Robert dared to pass his hand under her arm “That's really it. She’s got a most impossible idea of my—my = ‘“‘Propriety?”’ “‘Fastidiousness. It’s partly poor father of course ‘But at seven years old you can hardly tell.” “No. Exactly. But he thought he could. After all, you told me your father marked you out for the Navy when you were two.” Robert admitted this point. ‘“‘He used to say I was cut out for a sailor—at two.”’ “‘And suppose he had died self Robert saw this point also. ‘‘ Mother would probably have fired me off to Osborne, whether I liked it or not.” “There you are. Mine was a clergyman. And he did die. And so my profession is to be good.” “Dashed hard profession.” Molly looked, to be sure that Robert was serious. But his face was immovably solemn, and she was reassured, grateful, comforted and he being a sailor him Sylvia, in Fact, Was Obliged to Keep a Special Calendar in Order to the trouble Remember the Lies She Had Faithfully Promised to Tell THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 21 “Tt is,” she admitted with a sigh; “and if I wasn’t really bad I don’t know how I should do it at all, without some awful disaster. It’s only you and Sylvia who ,keep m« from making mother miserable.” “Suppose you broke out? Really showed her— put some money on a horse or bought a trouser skirt?”’ “She'd never get over it, Bobby! I suppose she must find out some day, but I dread the day.” ‘Does she think marriage is improper?” Molly blushed gone too far. But he was relieved by Molly’s friendly smile when she replied that she was afraid Mrs. Maxwell did think marriage improper. “I’m sure she will think I ought to he Robert for a moment feared that he had quite shocked by the idea of getting married, even if it was a curate.” “Are you?” “IT don’t know, Bobby Don’t ask questions,” said Molly, closing her lips in a de- termined manner. But something in her expression seemed to say that if she were shocked by the idea of marriage she did not find the sensation al together un- pleasant. Robert, no doubt because they were nearly at St George's, and because he wished to get his full value for half a crown, again embraced her. Sylvia suddenly became a desirable person, flattered, cajoled, discussed, even the object of scandal. The reason was very simple She had turned. When, after three demands for perjury in one week, Molly ; calmly told her, without even taking her politely, that he Was coming to Syl- via for the week-end, arriving for supper on Saturday, but need not be expected it per till half past twelve on Saturday night, that she would stay all Sunday, but intended to be out from breakfast till bedtime, and that Sylvia must be careful to remember that she had, never theless, eaten lunch, tea and supper with her, not to speak of going tochurch with herin the morning, Sylvia was seized by a most unexpected fit of cowardice, and e refused She said she didn’t think: it was right It was reaily too much. What would Molly expect next? How long was it going to last?) Why should she always be the one to be asked? She didn’t want to be unkind, but really Molly was going too far Robert suggested an afternoon on the river; Molly wa sure that a complete set of Victoria Cro Sylvia, like most phlegma people, liked her nove with plenty of easoning — bound quarter Persian lamb, would be an effective cure ‘If we write her name in them she can’t refuse then And once she accepts them she won't he able to be nasty.’ There was so much argument between the plotters that both schemes were carried out. Sylvia was taker river, filled with an enormous number of strawberris flirted with in a most outrageous manner by the accon plished Robert and the little less accompli taken home in.such a blissful state, having had all t burnt off her nose, and lost her spectacles somewhere ne Teddington Lock, that it is even possible the set of Vict Robert said so Moll other hand believed that it was the Persian lamb t} saved them. 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ve ral pation In the first place iv chances of succe u prospect ve of « ito con- e prime dut i hit '} been tl imapect statesmalr dertheentirelynovelconditions of warfare as determined by the colossal size of modern armies ind by the corresponding de elopment of eve of destruction on a hith lreamt of To novel conditions two more perfected means erto not scale meet these iously needed by things were ob any country preparing to take part in suc ha gigantic contest as a general European war was certair They were: A highly efficient organizat | of the toward carry to be ion in all activities tate directed ng on such a@ war, ind the highest grade of techni- loy ment and the greatest industrial capal le of be ing aldeve pen establ ible number of iment ly adapted to the pro mmediate duction of war material almost inlimited quant fe cle ut ency could own to the nanads war or appeared THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Forty Years of a Diploma omnia By BARON ROSEN Former Ambassador From Russia to the United States May 22,1920 e expected contest. Nothing, however, at the time to which I refer, had been done to supply adequately this most important deficiency, which was likely to, and in the sequel actually did, play a very disastrous part in the development of mili- tary events. Another and no less glaring deficiency was the very limited capacity of our government as well as of private establishments for the production of war mate- rial of any kind, and the unlike- lihood of its being possible to remedy it as quickly as it might become necessary. To rely on being supplied with war mate- rial by our allies would be possi- ble only if they experienced no pressing need of such material themselves and if our communi- cations with the outer world by way of the Black Sea were not closed, as they would surely be by way of the Baltic; a circum- stance entirely dependent on the attitude which Turkey might adopt in the coming war. These handicaps were serious enough to raise grave doubts as to the possibility of a successful campaign in case we should be involved in an armed conflict with our western neighbors, so greatly superior to us in all pre- liminary conditions making for success in war, such as organi- zation, ways of communication and armament. But still graver doubts in this regard could not but be felt by all those who had with anxious interest followed the course of military events in our war with Japan, which had not produced a single leader of more than average capacity and had not given us a single victory over our adversary, who, what- ever his conspicuous bravery, his perfect discipline and all- round efficiency, would hardly be accounted superior to the principal enemy we would have to encounter in a general war in Europe. As to this failure to have won a single victory I may possibly be mistaken, if the story is to be believed that General Sir Ian Hamilton, in his book on the Russo-Japanese War, has re- Trarskoe Seto, Once the Home of the Former Czar trategic ends, besides satisfying the needs of commerce and circulation. As far as I am aware, this momentous defect in our armament was repeatedly pointed out to our government, and the necessity of its being remedied as speedily as pos- e was pressed upon it by the French Government as a The experience of the Crimean War, when the absence of rail road communications with the interior of the country ren duty we owed to our ally no less than to ourselves. dered it impossible for us to concentrate our troops in time in the Crimea so as to prevent the landing on its shores of the French and English armies, should have taught us the lesson of the danger of cultural backwardness in an armed flict with highly civilized nations. Che failure to have taken in hand betimes the construc tion of strategic railroads may have been due simply to the ual and slow-moving deliberateness of our ‘aucratic machinery, or, perhaps, to a desire to give the cor inertness preference to the building of such railroads as were sorely for the peaceful de velopment of the country, faction of the claims of strategy. This would, needed over « at ndeed, have been an economically sound and truly patri- policy to pursue in the matter of railroad construction for the fact that we had tied our hands by an alliance ooner or later was bound to involve us in a war with stern neighbors, and which gave unquestionably to ally and, moreover, creditor to the tune of many bil- of franes, the right to claim that we should at all times ady to take a really efficient part by his side in the lated—how the battle of Liao- yang, of which he had been an eyewitness, had been won by the Japanese solely because our commander in chief for some unaccountable reason had ordered a retreat at the very moment when the battle had been practically won by us, and that the part of the book containing this account of the battle had been suppressed at the request of the Japanese Government. The most important lesson, however, to be derived from our experience in the Japanese War, which should have been most earnestly taken to heart by our ruling spheres military as well as political—was that nowadays, with armies raised under the system of universal compulsory short-term service, wars may not be waged successfully the old days of small, long-service when the soldiery are not conscious as was possible in professional armies of and do not understand the cause for which they are called upon to shed their blood and eventually to lay down their lives. That this lesson would apply in the fullest measure to our eventual participation in the general European war which I saw coming was my firm conviction, as well as that we should rue the day when we had recklessly cast to the winds the solemn warning it conveyed. My conviction was based on the following reasoning: The coming war, whatever the immediate cause, or rather pretext, of its outbreak might be, or whether or not begun by only two of the six Powers participating in the two hostile alliances, would, by the play of this system of alliances, automatically at once involve them all. (Continued on Page 60)

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*S BADIAH MANSIONS wasnotaplace where George Wash- ington had spent a THE Long Turning y, Orim T TLELUSTRATE DO BrY SATURDAY EVENING POST mat Alas No By FERDINAND REYEER _ scr vio: Obadiah would have made the an She was HARVEY DUWNWN gels weep. night, but a man’s name. The man Obadiah gave you nothing of the spa- ciousness of his name; in fact the juxtaposition of that man and that name was a crude bit of cosmic irony. First of all, Obadiah was small. He was human nature re- duced to the van- ishing point. Not that Obadiah was so small as all that. It was that he was so self-effacing that he seemed stantly about to disappear. He was the limit of meek- the ultimate in humility; the human translatior of lowliness. If 7 thn ee- eee con- ness; there is truth ir Scripture Obadiah should have pos- sessed the kingdom of heaven in fee simple, and when the last will and testament of the universe is read he could be depended upon to inherit ar enormous slice of the earth. As we have said, Obadiah was small, yet his actual size ; : & had little to do wit! ae the possessor of two terrible soul- devastating phrases, besides that frequently re peated perti- nent one describing and the zovlogical clas ification of her husband. These the most harrowing in the range of woman, were: ‘Mark my words, Obadiah!” and ‘‘I tol’ ye so!’ The awful part of it was that she was almost alway right. You can for give a prophet wl phrases, is consistently wrong; never one infallibly right. Through six teen years of the who is martyrdom called marriage she had drum-majored Obadiah into pett venture ture, upon ve which he shrank from ve turing upon, and in he had undenia bly. The result was every Cast benefited approximate $16,000 cash in the Citizens U Banh Cit equal sum in the Produce Exchange count nion of Heliotrope y; an almost — Bank of the his appearance of smallness. In spe- cific inches he was about sixty-three of them. He had a little apologetic countenance postmarked all over with humbleness; agray, scraggly tuft of mustache which gave him a sort of scared- Airedale-puppy look, and indeterminate, beseeching brown A faint of kindliness at the corners of his eyes. Altogether a’gray, inoffensive being was Obadiah Mansions. Obadiah Mansions was—and though we do not like the lady candor compels us to quote her—he was, in temptuous phrase of Mrs. Obadiah Mansions—who most assuredly wasn’t—‘‘a worm.” Also, he was a hose maker. eyes. pucker set the crow’s-feet the con- Not of silk, but of “specially impregr ated canvas and processed rubber.’’ What “proc essed rubber’’ may be we know not; but that is what Obadiah's folder said. This folder was rose-colored two- leaf of fascinating ambiguity to the stranger in Heliotrope City, who might to the bulletin board or pasted against the inside of Obadiah’s shop window. It advertised Obadiah’s product of ‘im- pregnated canvas ‘the best hose in the world for firemen.” It guaranteed that ‘‘it will not tear or split under strain.” of Obadiah’s “‘extra-length four-ply AA hose for garden use,” and those of the equally famous ‘‘four-ply short hose AA for working in a garage.” In Heliotrope City, where Obadiah was no possible suspicion of any low order of punning here. Furthermore, Obadiah’s townspeople did not wear hose; And there was no confu- All the women wore have seen it tacked post-off ce and processed rubber”’ as ‘ It confessed all the advantages was known, there they wore stockings and socks. sion either as to what was on whom. stockings; all the men wore socks. Know you Heliotrope City? A half dozen blocks of stores: Edelmann, the transplanted Yonkers tailor, on one end; Mrs. Burgess’ (colored) laundry, restaurant, crabbing outfits, fishing tackle and expert furnace care supplied, and employment agency, on the other, where the Willow River crossed. Between the two sides of stores, stretching from Edelmann to Burgess, ran a single troiiey track along, of course, Main Street. Most of the shops were single-storied—a chain grocery; another grocery; and two As Abruptly as the Bursting of a Shrapnel Shell the Parlor Became a Devastating Whirtwind of Junk others with butcher adjuncts; two hardware stores; a drug store; two billiard rooms with tobacco shops thrust fore like smoke screens, and newspaper stands still farther forward; a bakery or two; the ubiquitous five-and-ten; the post office; the office of Micca & Slaterby, real estate, deeds, insurance, surveyors, conveyors, freight agents and hauling done; a movie—certainly, it was called The Gem; a watchmaker, who was also jeweler, optician and photog- rapher; a dry-goods emporium; the bank; and where in the middle, leaning a little nearer to Burgess than the processed-rubber-hose shop of Obadiah some- to Edelmann, Mar sions. It was just east of the corner of Decatur Avenue and Main Street. Fitzwater Halleck’s barber shop occupied the corner, on what was Obadiah’s land. Obadiah’'s wife, Caroline, had long been considering the eviction of the smeary tonsorial establishment, and in time would have goaded Obadiah to it. Which would have distressed him immeasurably, he not being aman who raised hand lightly against the rooted eternities. Next to the barber shop, or Decatur Street, Obadiah had his residence. In the ob- scure hinterland behind the barber shop, residence and the hose salesroom was his workshop, where the first four-ply fireman's hose had been duly processed and impregnated Some ten years ago it had become too small for manufac turing purposes, and though still retained by him as a sort of immediate workshop and laboratory for further and, it must be confessed, odorous experiments in processing and impregnating, Obadiah had built himself a modest two-story factory on the banks of the Willow. That is , Mrs. Obadiah had so decreed a factory should be to say built. We do not like Mrs. Obadiah and sincerely hope that others will share our feelings in the matter. Mrs. Obadiah Mansions was a combination of Cassandra and Carrie Nation. The tripod and the hatchet met in her. cursed with the gift of prophecy, and like all seers she was led by private revelations of the future, vouchsafed her She She was alone, to hack away at the serenity of the present. did not believe in suffrage, but maintained that woman’s seat, Ashhurst; and a scattering of real property totaling perhaps $20,000 or $25,000, besides |} factory. f Obadial Suceess, by all the standards of the world beyon as by those of Heliotrope City; It represented two things in the life d as well of a worm and tne il Though men with far less than he possessed were looked up to and respected he was regarded but pityingly in undeniable worm The single great bl was the famous case of } oral monstro ot on his record of marital obedience sill Eller. Bill Ell In his eighteenth year town’s n t Obadiah with Obadiah behind her came upon him in the shop, performing fantastic but unmistakable rites on the ee o'clock of a spring morning. He wa ted for his fox h experimenting Obadiah emptied when the cash register at thr half drunk. which accou with a til closed uy Mrs. Obadiah had patched barber and husband with Si K liger, which was just the first of j of proceedings that were to rumble over the unre generate and dis Marshal a steam-roller seri¢ Fitzwater Halleck roused the culprit to outn, Her threats foll them, and rang in Obadiah’s ears as And yet despite them he did an extraordinary ng that night. Out of sight and owed the two men with the limp figure bet weer i t} ough e were the guilty party voice of Caroline he turned toward the a pump behind it in those days, and with Bill’s head in the expert tonsorial grip of Fitzwater Halleck, of soberness., ight : There was Obadiah pumped upon him the sparkling sh« Then he led him to the black statior dow. “Willie,” couple minutes. said Obadiah then, “the four-six’l! be here in a Here’s thirty dollars, Willie,’”’ he 1) In the early morning dark Obadiah and Fitzwater Hal leck had returned to the dreaded corner of Decatur A and Main Street, and in the heart of Obadiah there was more trepidating going on than there the soggy head of burglar, fingering a batch of small notes back there the gloomy railroad station. W448 astor Ine n one Bill Eller, orphar

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24 It wasn't a thing that could have been kept secret; there was the fatal flaw of Fitzwater Halleck, barber by tradi- well as To the tongue of Halleck was a grotesque thing even to ponder on. That stic law was laid down to Obadiah tion as profession confine early morning the dome me, repeal impossible iu — even-seven mail was just in from New York and the post office was swarming. Obadiah wriggled acknowledging greetings with jerky »ver his mail box, to manipulate the One after M, between D and E.” ree ordinary sized letters, a postal, a religious periodical for which Mrs. Obadiah sub- a lean trade sheet and a long letter in a blue When he brought it to light he saw that it was togers, Abrahamson & O'Leary, Attorneys-at- William Street, New York, his puzzled him, and disturbed him a little, be- cause Obadiah had no idea why Mr. Rogers or Mr. Abrahamson or Mr. O'Leary orall three hould write to him; or why, in fact, any should write tohim, fortotellthe afraid of lawyers. through the crowd grimaces, and bent familiar combinatior Ile drew ehnubobdy eribed, forth t envelope from Law lawyers truth he was a little He slipped the his inside pocket letter gingerly into and hastily scanned his other mail, which seemed normal and reussuring He ducked nervously and in the directior at wrong everal more greetings and reached the Here he came face to face with Sam Micea, the rotund, glistening, } half of Micca & Slaterby, real estate, and on, and mumbled a seared response to his “‘G’evenin’, Ob'diah!”’ Mr. Mice he were proclaiming Mansions, I'll tell ome worn me worm!” In the light of the Willow River Grocery Company, a block from his out the long blue enve One of thos flit over men's souls on the eve of momentous oecurrences He had the impulse to walk to the door ard-voiced aid ‘‘G'evenin’, Ob’diah!” as though What a worm you are! In the hull world—you're a alway Lor’! the fact world shop, Obadiah stopped and nervously drew ope from the attorneys on William impulses that sometimes treet intuitive came to Obadiah ther edge of the curb and drop the long blue envelope down the Mind he didn't know even who Rogers, and O'Leary He had no inkling of dreams— pre- culvert you Abrahamson were what was in that envelope; in his ould have had a wild dream—he never would have guessed what it contained Yet there it was, of time, as usual, he wildest iming that he « that impulse. And just in the nick remembered — Caroli Ah, Heliotrope Cit »at that mome wuld say to Lemme see the if Obadiah had not remembered t! But he did ver he entered the door of his Caroline lle knew that she him a8 soon as ¢ ' hore mat And she would take it from him with a motion which by regarded as one that she vurtesy might be degree this side of would shuffle the mail with religious periodical and her natching. He knew which ce the llooked al fling, and that she voice: “Is that all?” as holding back the a motion prite church reco like plain every-night card shuf a sinister doubt in her in the habit of Then, worm that he was, he knew that if he had thrown the blue envelope if ld wou demand, though he were teresting portions down the culvert hi of her would stammer or cough gaze would break betrayingly under that he ter the attach that he would blush madly; vr pe rform somethir g else ribly incriminating; and that she would swoop down on hird ing tinge rs him quicker than the early So with slightly trem! Obadiah opened the envelope Mr. Rogers and Mr. Abra- had to tell Obadiah induced in the rhereupon the thing whicl and Mr. O'Leary beside hamson him feelings whic emotions experienced by Mr. Balb« woking at the Pacific, by Mr. Cortés in his initial examination of the strong boxes of Mexico, and by Mr. Lodge when he first saw the treaty of peace For what the a upon first k nree gentlemen nform Obadiah was that he had and of an extent of in the state of Ts XAS, were dull aches of boredom of William Street had to inherited a tract of 380 acres in United just the county called Young, States of America. In some fashion he lope toward his wife thing to happen that had never happened before tood speechlessly poking the enve- She sat down. She permitted some- She permitted the milk for Milly the cat to boil over as she and Obadial of Mr. Rogers and his partners. examined spellbound the golden documents Every line of them was a THE SATURDAY EVENING POST triumph for Obadiah, because the 380 acres that had been left to him in the county of Young in the state of Texas, had been bequeathed to him by William Joynter Eller, whose muddled head he had brought into contact with the sober- ing influences of the old station pump that night of marital disobedience, and who, with the aid of thirty dollars from the exchequer of Obadiah, had gone west, to Texas and obvious respectability. In Heliotrope City the ability to leave property behind when one died always betokened respectability. “Bill Eller—I never!’ gasped Mrs. Obadiah eventually. It was one of the few occasions when she didn’t say “I tol’ yeso!” Yet she gave no credit explicitly to Obadiah. By ten o'clock that night everyone from Burgess to Edelmann, formerly the tailor of Yonkers, had heard of what had befallen the family of Mansions, and at eight o'clock the next morning Ezra Tidewater, Not a Peep Was Heard From the Terrified Caroline Underneath the Dining-Room Table the president of the bank, appeared at Obadiah's door and broke the ground for the crisis of Heliotrope City. It was a three-lettered word that did the damage; a three-lettered simple word consisting of two vowels and a liquid consonant The word was “‘oil.”” “Hm,” said Mr. Tidewater, fondling his chin with a long, predatory hand. “‘Hm,” he repeated. “Young County.” He brought forth a map ripped out of an old atlas. “Young County—hm. Thet’s plump ’twixt them two big fields o’ Burkburnett an’ Ranger. Hm,” said Mr. Tidewater mysteriously, in a way which made Mrs. Oba- diah’s blood tingle. ‘Plump ’twixt the two of °em. Mebbe you got oil!” Like the boom of a new gusher well, all the odds and ends of which she had ever read or heard appertaining to oil and the spectacular strikes in Texas sprayed over Mrs. Mansions’ memory. Her breath missed, and she wasn’t the kind of woman ordinarily to miss anything, least of all her breath. She got it back in a second. “Oil!” exclaimed Mrs. Obadiah Mansions. “Oil!” she said in a tone implying, “Who ever heard of anybody inheriting land in Texas that didn’t have an oil well on it?”’ Before noon all Heliotrope City and the county as far as Ashhurst knew the stupendous news that the Obadiah Mansions had inherited a gigantic oil can in the state of Texas, more than a thousand acres in extent, and covered on top merely with a thin crust of whatever kind of soil they have down there in Texas. mr F EVER there was stage set for man it was set for Mr. J. Merton Blade when he alighted on the platform of Heliotrope City two days later and, bearing a fine pigskin valise and superfine cowhide brief case, trod decisively across the station square and asked Jim Moosey, of River- view Dairy, where Obadiah Mansions lived. And Jim told him. Mr. Blade strode vigorously down Main Street. Every step he took was characteristic of Mr. Blade. You could see in a second and with half an eye that here was a chap who meant business; a direct fellow, as sharp as his name. He made a good appearance, too, did this man Blade. Garbed in a gray suit, black shoes, blue batswing tie, plain white shirt and refined-looking gray soft felt hat, there was nothing flashy about J. Merton Blade. The moment Mrs. Mansions saw him she knew that he was a man apart; a straightforward, practical, energetic man whom you could trust. He addressed her first, though Obadiah was there. But one always addressed Caroline Mansions first. “Mrs. Mansions?” asked Mr. Blade in a tone which rather stated a fact than expressed an inquiry. It was as though he said, ““Of course you’re Mrs. Mansions. My good woman, there’s no fooling me!"’ He turned to Oba- diah. “And Mr. Mansions?” he said again, as though Obadiah had even less chance of fooling him. ““My name,” said Mr. Blade, setting down his bag and brief case, taking off his hat and extending his hand in a May 22,1920 neutral direction between Obadiah and his wife—Mrs. Obadiah returned the handclasp as though hypnotized— “my name,” said Mr. Blade, “‘is J. Merton Blade, indus- trial organizer and practical financier and oil specialist.” Mr. Blade paused and smiled encouragingly. “And Mrs. and Mr. Mansions,” he went on to say, “I wish most heartily to congratulate you on the extraordinary good fortune you have experienced recently, if I am correctly informed.” It appeared to Mr. Blade at oncé that he had been correctly informed, and abruptly picking up his valise and brief case and again donning his hat he said in a quick, low voice: “I have a communication of utmost importance to give you, Mr.—er—Mrs. Man- sions, which it would be ad- visable ag “Certainly, Mr. Blade,” said Mrs. Mansions instantly; “come right back here, Mr. Blade.” In the dining room of the Obadiah residence Mr. Blade lost not a moment. “Mr. Mansions,” said Mr. Blade, addressing Obadiah and looking at Mrs. Obadiah, “T will give you $25,000 spot cash for the land you just inher- ited in Young County,Texas!”’ Obadiah’s head swam. Mrs. Obadiah’s gaunt frame tightened. “What!” she demanded. I'wenty-five thousand dollars,’’ repeated Mr. Blade. “Indeed not!’’ exclaimed Mrs. Mansions, who instantly sensed that if the land which she—that is, Obadiah—had inherited was worth $25,000 to Mr. Blade it should be worth at least that much to her—and Obadiah. Mr. Blade’s lips closed in a tight line. He leaned forward. “Very well,’’ said Mr. Blade, almost in a whisper; “this is what I'll do: I'll give you—right now—$50,000 cash for that tract!” Even Obadiah then could see how anxious Mr. Blade was to have the land he had inherited. “Fifty thousand dollars!”’ said Mr. Blade, and unbut- toned his coat, as though he were going to take the money right out then and there and lay it on the table. But Mrs. Mansions checked him. She laughed disdain- fully, though there was a quaver of intense excitement in her laugh. “No, sir-ree!’’she said. “‘Sell? "Fore we even know what we're sellin’!’’ exclaimed Mrs. Mansions. “Sell for—for that little money!”’ she said scornfully, as though Obadiah’s excellent hose for firemen and garden use sold at $100 a foot. ‘Not much, Mr. Blade. Why, there’s prob'ly oil there!’’ she said, looking at him with sudden perception. “Oil!” she exclaimed. Though Mr. Blade tried to control himself the effect of these words upon him would have been evident to a less keen eye than Mrs. Mansions’. He actually seemed to turn pale. He patted his forehead with a handkerchief. Sud- denly he was entirely self-possessed, sharp and decisive again. He now opened his coat and drew forth a wallet. He took from it a buff-colored slip with a line of italic perforation running lengthwise and laid it face down on the table. “There!”’ said Mr. Blade. limit.” Taking his hand from the paper, he leaned back in his chair. Mrs. Obadiah turned the paper up. It was a certi- fied check, made out to Obadiah Mansions, for $100,000. For a moment the world and all in it seemed to stand still for both Mrs. and Mr. Obadiah Mansions; and then the cool voice of Mr. Blade, sharp and businesslike, cut in on their stupefaction. “T was leading to that check right there all along,”’ said Mr. Blade, smooth and quick; “which as you can read for yourself I had all made out down in Wichita Falls, Texas, ready for just this minute, when I would give you a light on the oil business that would open your eyes; yes, sir, because"’—here Mr. Blade gave a hopeless flourish of his hand—“ because,”’ said Mr. Blade, “I had to. I was forced to do it for you, seeing how you got me tight, no matter what way I wriggle!” Mrs. Obadiah and Mr. Obadiah opened still wider their eyes. They hadn’t in the least been aware of having got Mr. Blade tight no matter how he wriggled; in fact, it would have been difficult for imaginations more nimble than theirs to picture getting Mr. Blade jammed in any situation where he wouldn’t be able to wriggle. But Mr. Blade explained, and when he had done, the Obadiah Mansions, wife and man, saw it clearly. ar ’ “Look at that—that’s my

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Mr. Blade owned 800 acres of the state of Texas, con- tiguous to the tract Obadiah had inherited. A group of industrial organizers, practical financiers and oil special- ists, of whom he was the leader, had come to Texas right after the big oil strike in Burkburnett. Mr. Blade described boom scenes in Burkburnett. It was as though at the beginning of a lecture on The Law of Increasing Returns the professor of economics threw a Bill Hart on the screen. Mr. Blade told how teamsters receiving stock for wages became millionaires after hauling two loads of pipe lengths; how ditch diggers, haberdashers’ young gentlemen, news- paper reporters, second lieutenants, ministers, doctors, butchers, bakers and candlestick makers attained the leisure class between a Friday and the following Monday. And what was the result of all this? Mr. Blade de- manded to know of Mrs. and Mr. Obadiah Mansions. He himself told them. The result was to boom the price of oil lands—that is, oil lands where oil was already actually flowing—higher than eggs. Mr. Blade threw up his hands. Not even the sky was the limit; $25,000 to $50,000 and more for a spot big enough to drill a well. Even to lease a spot big enough to drill a well, let alone owning the well outright when it was dug. However, Texas was—when it came to size— Texas was, Mr. Blade remarked.slyly now, lowering his voice, some state! Whichever way you went in Texas there was always more of it. And right here Mr. Blade winked at Mrs. Obadiah Mansions. However, it was a perfectly respectable wink, so that Obadiah couldn't have taken the slightest objection to it. It was a wink, you might say, addressed rather to Mrs. Mansions’ sagacity than to her pulchritude. Mr. Blade now sliding to the edge of his chair tipped it slightly after him. He had found other oil land! Had he found it? Millions of gallons of it! Not of the land, but of the oil on the land which he had found, said Mr. Blade, producing a map that seemed to spread itself on the table with a deft- ness deft as legerdemain, and pointed to a place on the chart which closer scrutiny revealed to be a map of the state of Texas on the scale of twenty miles to the inch. “There!’’ said Mr. Blade triumphantly, as though right there you could actually see the oil gushing. “Right there—there it is—the greatest wealth a little group o’ indepeudent producers and refiners ever had the chance to handle!”’ As Mrs. and Mr. Obadiah bent over to examine the magic spot closer Mr. Blade quickly told them why. This little group of practical oilmen looking round for good oil land to buy—all of them so practical and conservative even, mind you, that-they could smell oil in the dark— had come to this tract—this old Duppeltag farm as it was called—and there they stopped, holding their breath, you might say. In a minute and with half an eye they saw there was oil there. The brooks, the rivulets and the merry springs were running with it. It was the kind of tract that is out of the way, and the regular crowd of oil sharks who had followed the boom down hadn’t got round to it yet. Wow! How they would kick themselves when they did get round to it and found that Mr. Blade had stolen a march on them, chuckled Mr. Blade. Wow! Wouldn't they be sore! Yes, sir, he was right on the job! In a jiffy, before old man Duppeltag, a half-witted old German, knew where he was at, Mr. Blade had bought his whole tract from him. He laughed quietly but heartily at the recollection of how he had bought old man Duppeltag’s land from him before he knew where he was at. His right fist went smack against his left palm! The proof conclusive! Mrs. and Mr. Mansions had surely heard of L. Leander Jackson? What? No! Why, wherever wells were drilled men knew L. Leander Jackson, exclaimed Mr. Blade, amazed at their ignorance. The great geologic expert and graduate of a big university of mines and oil. And what had he said about the Duppeltag tract as an oil proposi- tion after careful examination? This! As pat as his exclamation and quick as sleight of hand, out popped another paper from Mr. Blade’s brief case and opened itself before the hypnotized attention of Mrs. and Mr. Obadiah Mansions. -There it was, black on white, properly attested to and sworn to before a notary public, one Jake Sterret, of Fort Worth, Tex., in the form of an affidavit: L. Leander Jackson, being duly sworn, deposeth and saith That he 4 mining g ineer and geologist by profe 10r ha ( has made a geological survey of a certain tract known as the Duppeltag THE SATURDAY EVENING POST tract, } g ( ount is, a that has to there A supy crude f extra-fine a t 1 able quantitie And further deponent sait ‘ , L. LEANDER JACK rn ta he oth " any k Notarv Pul Fort Worth Tarrant ( Lex Mrs. Obadiah Mansions and Mr. drew deep breaths And this was the land next to which theirs lay! As they sat there, faint and almost afraid to breathe, after that first deep breath, with eagerness, they wondered where they came in on all this; and suddenly Mr. Blade pounced right down on the heart of the business and told them. It was almost too good to be true Combine! Amalgamate! Unite! Join! The owners of the Duppeltag farm and the owners of the Eller tract must get together— instantly! They had to get together in order to work cheaper than if each party oper Consolidate! ated claims separately Economy. They had to get together because the Eller tract was right in the way of the pipe lines Mr. Blade contemplated laying to Fort Worth and Dallas, where they were going to erect refineries. Bear that in mind—refineries! They had to get together— Mr Blade shot so many irrefutable reasons for getting together at Mrs. and Mr. Obadiah Mansions, palpitating on the edges of their chairs, that they could hardly refrain from rushing to pack their bags and fly to Texas for a grand and heartfelt union. Oh, but they were eager! Originally Mr. Blade had hunted for Mr. Eller in order to get together with him, and finally had located him on a ranch in New Mexico. Metaphorically, you might say, Mr. Blade here took off his hat, like a strong man before a wayside corpse in a Western picture. He had located him, said Mr. Blade—with his hat metaphorically still off —too late, aye, too late! Mr. Eller, it seems, had not waited for Mr. Blade’s arrival, but had passed Beyond, which, Mr. Blade seemed to indicate with a slight wave of his hand, lay somewhere yonder of Burgess’ cral bing pier by the Willow River. He had learned, however that Mr. Eller had bequeathed his Texas tract to Mr Obadiah Mansions, of Heliotrope City here he was— Mr. Blade, that is, not Mr. Eller. Continued on Page 147 to the Great { ‘onseq ut nti Obadiah Looked Exactly What He Fett —Startled and Sheepish and Half Frightened. He Had Not the Stightest Inclination to be President of Anything

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST May 22,1920 Jud Would Stand Before Some Picture Whose Subtieties He Could Not Anatyze, Gazing at it With the Awe of One Who Observes a Thing Holy and Mysterious vi breaking up of winter and the passing of the freshet season men came into the Ashaluna and ought the ear of Judson Dunlap. It seemed that yn foot to put up a Years ago there had been and never ITH the lower there was a scheme mill of some sort at the lice there, but it had replaced. The pretty hard cut. Now rem 1ined not mu h except pulp wood, and this was mills down river. miles leng and many of streams a sawmill been burned timber in the basin was being rapidly depleted for the voraciou Ashaluna more thar wide, Hemmed in on all sides by basin wa sIxty nearly as hills, mountain preportions, it was watered by numerou and Within it ts plains hills and ridges diverted points of the ageways confines and jutting up from and its waters were s to find their through the heights to Ashaluna sluice. ached Jud Dunlap were smooth, They spoke They thought a dam acro sluice great towering walls that formed this southern gateway of the valley would back upa head of water to generate quits enougl horse power for electri This current they proposed to world by mall lake were other to the four way by four different pa Cine compas the sea of these passageways was Che two men who appr breathing the breath of prosperity in hundred-dollar lot between the urbane, glib ly of money | ws the current convey to the outside means of wires strung upon teel supports Chey explained to Jud of the water power oney, and the additional equipment of high-tension line to conduct the turn the of indus try and light the streets would run into much more Judson Dur lap had inherited the land « the sluice from his father, who had got it i was fifteen hundred acres or equally divided between the on Dunlap that the deve lopment would require a large expenditure of way to of cities electric current on its wheels yn both sides of turn from his. of land, of the river, and its had long than bushes more about two side value was questionable ince the timber since cut off ardly waste overgrown with small trees gled brush, Of the farm proper there was so, rocky but fairly fertile, enough to support and a limited amount of livestock *said Jud. “I'll think it over. Say, been and it was now h: more a rocky and tan- a dozen acres Jud and berry his mother ‘I dunno,’ who you rs workin’ for nts for a ipal who } e present, ' it would | ly interest dson anyhow, since FLLUSTRATEDO By Henry Payson Dowst RALEIt*GuHr MENRY transaction was a matter of cash on the nail without strings of any kind. ” said Jud. ‘I cal’late I may let you fellers have the sluice and the wild land, but I'll have to keep the farm.” It was explained with gentle patience and in words of that the farm would have to go with the ‘te? Is pose so, one syllable sluice. ‘Then you don’t git it,”’ said Jud stubbornly. a-goin’ to sell the roof from over my mother’s head; fellers kin go back to your boss and tell him we tradin’.”’ The agents thereupon began cautiously raising the bid. Instead of talking hundreds they spoke tenderly of possible thousands—not very many thousands, to be sure, but enough to dazzle a rube like Jud. Jud failed to dazzle worth a darn. ‘You sort of interest me,”’ he said. ‘“‘That is, it’s a cinch if you're willin’ to pay me all that money, the prop- erty must be worth a devil of a sight more. You say you can develop a nice water power here, and, of course, that ain’t news to me. But I was thinkin’ of a little enterprise of my own that a small amount of capital would start out on the road to wealth in large chunks, I have no doubt. I cal’late I might take a slight trip to New York and nose round a spell.” The would-be purchasers of the sluice property were electrified by this announcement. They suggested that Judson accept their invitation to visit the big town en- tirely at their expense, including railroad fares both ways. They would be pleased to see that he was suitably enter- tained during his sojourn at the metropolis, putting him up at one of the best hotels and advancing him such funds as he might need for incidentals. ‘Thanks,” said Jud. “I ain’t sure I’m goin’, and if I do I'll pay my own expenses. Besides, my spring plowin’ has to be did first, and the garden planted and a whole lot of other things. You boys hold your hosses a spell. That sluice ain’t goin’ to move that I can see.” It was exasperating to say the least. The New Yorkers tried to induce Jud to give them an option, or at least to suspend any trade which might be proposed by other parties until he had communicated with them. “T ain’t so you ain’t business “So the’s other — is the’? You don’t tell me! I suppose I'd ought to hear what they’ve got to say. Still they hain’t b’en round yet. Maybe they won’t. Don’t you fellers sweat none. I’ll let ye know before I conclude to sell. I got some right nice cider in the cellar. Ye better have a little mite before ye go.” That was all the satisfaction the would-be purchasers of the sluice property could get, so they clambered into their motor car and drove grumpily away. Not a day had passed when a second pair appeared, and at first Jud thought they represented the same principals. That was the idea they intended to convey, apparently in the hope of learning if any previous visitors had approached Dun- lap. Jud was cagy, however, and sent them about their business in much the same frame of mind as their prede- cessors. But when he was approached a third time the young man abruptly made up his mind that there was indeed something doing. “Ma,” he said, York.” “What for, Juddy? I hope you won't do anythin’ rash You got through there safe the fust time. Hadn’t you better let well enough be?_ Besides, it’ll cost a heap o’ money.” “IT know. I s’pose it’s resky business. Still an’ all —— “See here, Judson Dunlap, be you a-thinkin’ of that little trick you fetched home from Moosehorn that night it snowed so? I do declare I believe you are. You hain’t acted the same sence she was here. You're awful foolish. I don’t blame you none for likin’ her; I liked her myself when I learned to overlook some of them airs of hern. Land, how she did miss Fleece, or whatever ’twas she called that French maid she was always talkin’ about! I noticed when she had to, though, she could do for herself right capable. Jest think of havin’ to have a French lady fussin’ round! It’d drive me crazy.” “‘ Maybe you hain’t seen many French ladies,” Jud slyly. “T guess some folks has seen plenty,” sniffed Mrs. Dun- lap. “Now what about you goin’ to New York? Is it to see Mary? You needn’t try to fool your mother. You can call it business to other folks, but you might’s well come right out with it here to home.” “All right, ma, I’ll tell you the truth. purpose to see Mary, but I s’pose I might’s while I’m in town.” “T’ve decided to go down to New remarked I ain’t goin’ on well call on her

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a — *Might’s well! Hm! New York st How long you cal’late to s ** Aw, better expect me when you see might —er—might find out what I could do in the realizin’ patents.” “Churn patents!”’ scoffed Mrs. Dunlap, Churn humbug All humbug! You look out them i’t beat you out o’ house an’ Mr. Judsor ma, you quit! I dunno how home, Romeo? long I'll stay. me. I was thinkin’ I somethin’ on my churt vil M*: ELLERY EGGLESTON in response to the sum- mons of his pri‘ ; his e private telephone applied the receiver to ir and spoke the customary two syllables into the transmitter. ‘A man who says his name is Dunlap is calling you,” reporte d the Switchboard girl, o ““Who?” . “Mr. Dunlap— Mr. Judson * “Oh, is that so? Well, put Mr. Judson Dunlap right on Hello! Is that you, Dunlap? Glad to Are you in ? Where? Great ? Never heard of it. Why didn’t you Hello! hear your voice, tt Scott. Zo my wire. the city where’s that oa real hotel? “Well, the Subway at—but, my here at Take I can’t go uptown to yme right dowr hetter etter ¢ lg you once. dear fell Ww, © VOI really an’ t tr set n » ’ fire see you—really I ca I transact business in my office, not in fourth-rate hotel A pause, di distant voice you could hear the rasping of a acToss e diaphragm. “Oh, but listen, Dunlap! No one’s going to blackjack you in Wall Street—what’s that? Wait a minute! Hold thedine, will you?” He set down the receiver and went into an adjoining office, where he found Mr. Willis K. Dabney, his partner. “Bill, young Dunlap’s in town. He’s on my line now. Wants us to go up to Nineteenth Street forsaken dump.” “Tell him dowr self send a motor for him.’ “That’s just the point. He won’t come. He says he’s a gol-darn lamb and he don’t cal’late to git mixed up with no Wall Street wolves and lose his hide.”’ Dabney grinned. smooth him, to some God to come here. If he can’t make it by Egg. Tell him we’re too “Oh, you car busy ” THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ‘It’s no use. He's stubborn as a mule. You'll have to go up there.” Dabney wo * All right. tact ‘Tact? Tact that chap is freight train with a one-boy-power velocipede. here, , though, if you'd use a little haul a Run along, Send for my with like trying to Bill, and see if "t get him dowr We want to make m I suspect the Mogri YOU Ca an impression on this fellow | te limousi and do after him.” Eggleston hastened back to his telephone and informed Mr. Dunlap that his partner, Mr. Dabney, would call on him within the hour. Mr. Dunlap said that though he g sed he wouldn't feel like t it quick. lge crowd will would do, transacting an) business until he knew who Eggleston and Dabney repre sented. He didn’t think much of working in the dark. Mr. Dabney found McDougall’s Hotel well to the east ward on Nineteenth Street in a neighborhood far from select. Mr. Dabney had never beer this part of the city before. He had alized that there could be children in one Saw play pavements in the vicinity of MeDougall’s Hotel; and he had not understood either that childrer could be so exceedingly dirty e. He had alv sociated dirt with ge rms, being himself scrupulous to avoid it. He was a not re so many blo« k as he ing on the and liv very nice were fastidious in the atmosphere of the hotel was minded ger tleman, whose habit extreme. The as that of the upper Congo. as fore ign to him four stories in height and the ] which This obscure hostelry wa ground floor was occupied mostly by a barroom hope and were already a y sched iled for the first day of July. Flanking the entrance to the bar was a narrow doorway from ht of stairs led to the second story. Mr. Dabney climbed these stairs alm« as if he ex looked as if i anticipat ing the decline offi which a fli t timid], i pected a gunman to jump out of the shadows and demand ) his diamond Proceeding al rr he knocked on my a corr a door numbered Three, following instructions given him in this res pect by his partner just as he was leaving the office. “‘Come in,” said the voice of Judson Dunlap. Dabney entered and found the woedsman standing in the middle of a cramped little room. On the bed was an extension valise, opened but not unpacked. In a corner stood a large package ineffectually done up in a miscellany of news and wrapping paper, tied with pieced-to; odds and ends of string. Dur lap was dressed in store clothe which did him and of which he had removed the coat. The sui hardly new, though the trousers They were effect of f of some inescapable optical law led the eye were creas woven in ar tripes, whic until it encountered a pair of large bulbou oster tatiously buttoned, On the returr trip the eye encour tered a triangle made of pink plaid cotton, a direct-from-factor tie as artificial as a hair wreath and a celh r witl a surface like the polished tiling in a quick-lunch re rant The fact that Jud was in his shirt sleeve erved t enhance the horrors of that plaid atrocity He grinned happily and shook hands with bone-crushing cordial ‘Hello, Dabney,” he said ‘Say, where can I find me place to stop that ain't over a gin mill and that’s clean and homelike, for about a dollar a day?” Jud remembered Dabney as one of the two wl ad first approached him in the matter of the sale of Ashaluna sluice. He was a dapper little man, hard and shrewd in a friend wa mmaculately dressed ind Jud had very ~-s a terrible le ‘Ain't it! I got the addre from some buddy or other in the Army feller who said hi incl Kkep it When I at led to come here I looked Ip the street and number and gosh, here’s where I landed! You'd better go up to the Bellemore or Biltmont.” “What, and be charged six or seven dollars a day? I ol ly cal’late to board a short pe t buy no hotel.” Dabney bethought him and finally named a moderate Eleventh Street priced house in East “T want you to remember, Dur if you choose to go to some tr tiv first-cla hotel and stay a long as vou like it won't cost ua cent I am authorized by the people Mr. Eggleston and I represent to you are properly housed and er ‘That's all right, Dabney You folk spend money on me. I'll go it on my I'm free to deal where I please. N tono one, Well, let’s go. I'll fetch the churr Continued on Page 130 dor ) obligo own hool ed ht t indicating Vy reasor } iloid collar tertained,”’ need to fe \ %, ereents, *& mm >. 7S ote ‘>> & Finally Mr. Mogridge Admitted That the Churn Was a Wonderful Contrivance and Offered Jud Ten Thousand Dollars for His Patents, Cash on the Nail - ais % traight dow: toed tan of shirt -wearelr lap,” said Dabney, ** and then hdart gations i ie >, *

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST FOUNDED A°D' 1728 PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY BY THE CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY SQUARE PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA, U.S.A INDEPENDENCE GEORGE HORACE LORIMER, EDITOR By Subsceiption: ~—$2.5¢ the United States proper to be by U.S S. funds, on « bank in the U.S Five Cents the ¢ All Newsdealers Year Me Money Order opy Fron mittances from outside the Draft, payable in t To Canada—Dy Subscription, $5.75 the Year Single Copies, Ten Cents For Countries in the Postal Union be by Draft on a bank in the U.S foreign Subscriptions $6 06 the Year S. funds Subscriptions Kemittances t« pay Able PHILADELPHIA, MAY 22,1920 Fiddling Americal the emer- VONFRONTED J genes with war met houlder t houlder, worku and sacrificing wher 1 st t r emergency d dancing we volur f unselfishne emi-socialistie wrought wor der looking to G ment instead of to ourselves for vert we ure becoming monsters form has now been thoroughly tried out variou from communism to Powers, England and the United paradox this system that idealists George-do-it p osophers have touted for a genera on as the infallible cure-all for human cussedness, the one sure preventive of inequality, has proved in practical iperation the most inefficient, the most wasteful and the n of government that has ever been Never has oO rampant most demoralizing for mposed on mankind private and govern mental dishonesty beer never have the strong »exploited the weak, and never have masters so ruthlessly nposed their will on the people as in those countries where ommunism has come into its own— meaning, of course, vi belonged to othe We have really has half ruined fect further beer a semi-socialistic state, and » need only to our socia taxation: to increase our go ! tal : vit in restraint of rade and liberty nobody can do anything without i license and a and a permit to continue our policy of regarding destr ve alien reds as wronged inno cents, and const! American business men as sus- cious characte Chis postwar France, our devas t cannot be toured in We hay i | usty W and usel luv t leaned up; of footle ted area, none the le i sight-seeing car re in the hape of outworn our ud . mn the si ape , even dat yerous bureaus and mmmissions ind pussy footers, to be ploded; our va opss fields, it turvy tne shape of the most wasteful ystem of taxation foot by foot affair, for ever evised by lawmakers, tobe reclaimed War +} at from its very nature is a government reason involvi measure of government wnhership, but, like the war i i l i est a neces- icmevement THE SATURDAY EVENING POST t were done The débr 4 of the moment » future Its servitude self-imposed, temporar th who gather e blockhouse ir own mer rmondage t and Germar In this cooperation we ad the of the spirit of tne disruption of the peace we have a true expression of the for best possil | expressior American individualism; in real spirit of socialism—every fellow himself and the devil take the foremost’s possessions If the United States is soft, lie to remain a going concern it must discard this abed, sugar-teat socialism, this a of life, and We have the alt papa-for-anything-you-want theory self-denial and self-help of pulling up short and going into the hands of a friendly begin to practice ernative receiver—our own patriotic and public-spirited citizens or of going through the inevitable bankruptcy of socialism. Our troubles are simple and personal, but fundamental. The remedies are simple and personal, not governmental, except in so far as a lot of old laws should be repealed and a few new ones passed. We do not need more gas, but just a little of the old gasless spirit It i and calico dresses for the ladies that will bring better con not the extremes of blue-denim pants for the men ditions; not meatless days, wheatless days and sweetless days for everybody; not grand-standing by millionaires who brag in the papers about the patch on the seat of their o be waited on by a but just of simple common sense, moderation and the trousers and then limousine it home ible-bodied butlers and footmen, the corps of exercise setting of a good example to one person yourself. loo Much and the Shimmy Mustard has become the national anthem, the national dance. A period of Strauss and the old-fashioned give-her-room waltz is about the prescription that we need, There is something wrong about the styles when a woman who wears all her clothes finds herself conspicuous. There is little that we can expect from Government — at least until after the ides of March — and very little that we cannot, as individuals, do much better for ourselves. Cer- tainly government by commission, Omission, investigation and circumlocution is not going to solve anything for us. If we offered two-bits for all the help we could expect from any government in cleaning up this postwar mess in a nonpolitical, businesslike manner, we should be justified in expecting twenty-four cents in change. But we can expect and we shall get a lot of help from the exercise of modera tion and self-restraint. We won the war with those quali plus a dash of immoderation in exercising them. ties There is to-day a much more urgent need for the gasless and the jazzless spirit than there was then. The first and most important problem that the individual can solve and that he alone can solve is the problem of cheaper food. He can overthrow at will the whole flimsy superstructure of profiteering and the high cost of living, for its very foundations are his carelessness and indiffer- ence not verbal indifference, but his failure to back up his fighting talk with a stiff punch. The Government can- not solve this problem— it can take a peck at it here and there, but it cannot reach fundamentals; prosecutions of profiteers and hoarders will not solve it, for profiteering is a symptom and not the disease; socialism will not solve it, for it is most acute in the great agricultural countries where the socialists are in power. Nothing will solve it but sense in the cities and sweat in the country. The farmers— what there are left of them—are willing to sweat, but the cities are driving them out of business. This problem of production on the farm must be solved first, because every other problem of major importance is May 22,1920 inextricably interwoven with it; but we have been stress- ing increased industrial production, which is of secondary We should be vastly better off if production were decreased in certain importance, except in the case of necessities. nes of manufacturing ‘o-day almost every farm in the under country is almost every farmer is curtailing production be cannot plant and harvest a full crop. The city is the boys and the young men. The graybeards alone are left on the soil. There is no new generation of farmers com ng aiong to feed the country As soon as the boys can strike out for themselves they go to the towns and the cities, to the eight-hour, eight-dollar a day jobs fidcling and dancing by night ces of food t the long end of the final total — the farmer cannot compete and the Even at the present high pr for others get with city wages and union hours the conditions under which crops must be raised, and every God Almighty imposes attempt to unionize the soil and the seasons will result fresh The de only in disasters. Daylight saving means crops wasted, v will not dry off an hour earlier at the command of a city council Joshua. Also every one of our farm boys who is fed into a factory to speed up the produc- tion of luxuries and nonessentials decreases the production and increases the cost of food, shoes and clothes. Every de- crease in the production of foodstuffs automatically makes for a higher wage scale, and that in turn draws more help from the farms and still further throws out of adjustment the necessary balance between agriculture and industry. The world needs and should have a moderate amount of the luxuries and pleasures that make for real comfort and happiness, but every manufacturer who is draining the true labor from country to meet an inordinate and un wholesome demand from the fiddlers and the dancers is chasing profits into the mouth of a pit that will finally engulf him. Every man and woman who is keeping unnecessary help, luxury and show servants, or letting able-bodied | the jobs that women could hold is if he had The need for every able man in men fl actually more blameworthy than done these things during the war. useful, productive work is greater now than it was then. Youth will be served, but if Age will be served by it, the time is coming when there will be blamed little to serve **A little service, please!”’ is the cry and the curse of this country. We do not need more service. We can get along The cafeteria idea could be extended with advantage to many comfortably and profitably with a whole lot less. departments of life There are only three ways in which anything can be ac- complished in this world— by act of God, by act of Con gress, and by action of the individual; though there is a large and growing school of socialistic thinkers who believe George will do it. It is quite useless to look for further help from the first source, as the Lord has laid down a perfectly sound and still operative law by which alone man can eat bread; it is equally hopeless, until after election and then some, to expect this Congress to do the perfectly obvious things that it can do to help; so you must do it yourself. We can forget George; he is on strike. It is not desirable for the country to proceed to extremes of self-denial. But we can very well get along with simpler fewer luxuries and cheaper, more wholesome Make the old car do; Buy new clothes when you really need them, but eut out living, pleasures. make the old suit last. extremes of style. Starvation and superfluity are equally undesirable. Stay at home occasionally and read a book as an alternative to the theater; take a walk between the trees once in a while instead of chasing pleasure between In short, cut down excesses of con- A great the bright lights. sumption and speed up your production a little. deal is not asked of anyone, but a little from everyone. Somewhere in our work we all have a little slack that we can take up. Hit a better pace during working hours if you are one of those who make a god of short hours; add a little to your working time if you are one of those who have discovered that the secret of happiness is a good deal of work and a little play. Get a job if you are a loafer, rich or poor, male or female. No great giving up and no drastic speeding up by anyone is needed, but just a little from evervone One or woman to set man an example in a

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST house, a hundred in a plant—the boss taking the lead and a few thousand in every city, will start a movement that will quicken the willing to join and finally drag in the unwilling by the scruff of the neck. Life follow the is a game of leader. If you can’t be the leader, pick a good one to follow and keep him moving in the right direction. Again, we must havea revival of home owning and home life. Farm tenants and city renters are bad for the country. All other building should give way for the present to neces- We there is plenty of sary business extensions and to houses. can easily double up in the churches if necessary; room in them. Intensive cultivation and coéperation in We can without memorials and theaters and the religious field would be a good thing for us. } get along for a while ouija-board factories, but we cannot do without home owners. It isa fine thing to have an automobile when one can afford it, but can afford it until after he has no one bought a house or a farm. A real-estate mortgage is usually of thrift We might very well slow down on all drives for a mark and progress, but a chattel mortgage ever is i while, especially the professionally promoted ones, set e paid drivers and publicity men to work in other fields, and put the enormous and ofttimes misdirected energy that is behind them into a great campaign of home build- ing, home owning and home making. It is discouraging to ee Congress marking time because it cannot forget that it is Republican and Democratic, and remember that it is American; to feel that questions like taxation and immi- gration are waiting on politics; to know that our partisan leaders are first scrutinizing presidential possibilities to discover how they will perform as Democrats and Re- solely to discover how fit they are for publicans, and not the office of President in this world emergency. But bigger and more important than the things that they are shirking are the simple personal things that you can do to stop this fiddling and dancing. If you start them, you are the leader, and in the end Congress will have to trail along behind you and take orders instead of giving them, will have to economize for you instead of forcing you to econo- mize for its loose spending. A young man was recently bewailing the fact that there was no issue before the country on which the parties could divide and hurrah and fight. “If only,” he like the old free-sil exclaimed, “‘we could stir up something ver scrap, with a good catch phrase like , ‘Tippecanoe and Tyler, too! But you can’t interest them with ideas like the reorganization of our Government on_ business lines, or these production and taxation problems. The voters want something with more pep and jazz than that. And if you them they'll simply take whoever is handed don’t give it to to them by the politicians, and vote along the old party lines.” The young man may be right that jaded voters can be awakened and it may be true our to an interest in politics only by jazz talk and shimmy step issues, but we do not believe it. It is our experience that an awakened public opinion is milling round, locating the quarter in which danger lies, and get- ting ready to start in the direction of safety. There are no real, fundamental! issues on which patriotic Amer- icans can divide for a sham battle at this time, no basis on which they can divide at all. But it is time for a clear-cut divi- sion between Americans and aliens, for an unequivocal decision between American and Russian ideals. Are we going to be governed from Moscow or Washington? To- day, the alien propagandist in this country is like a tramp who has shoved his foot in the door. Shall we admit him little by little through the hallway of government owner- ship to the socialist parlor and the red room, and, finally, stand by while he loots the house; or shall we call the The United States needs good bouncers on the premises, men who will give the dog and run him off the place? benefit of the doubt to America instead of to Russia. COMPROMISE. WESNTATION WALTZ | Fiddling America's problems, like all big tl Ings, hard so largely personal. The are simple, though their solution i because it is are presented to you for consideration every time every time you settle your you pay your taxes, monthly accounts, every time the landlord doe it because he needs the money, and e tire very unreasoning and disor Nor is this and unreasonable attitude confined to * one of these unreasonable, ganizing strikes is called. unreasoning outlaw”’ labor, by any means. There are too many “outlaw” er ployers, business men in all lines to whom workmen natu rally look for an example, only to find them setting a mighty bad one. On second thought, the man who cannot discover ¢ tain element of pep and jazz in the problems that confront of a slogan for those us is hard to please. Even the matter who like to vote under a catch phrase is not quite hopeless. By way of suggestion we offer: Do it Yourself!

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NC o originally unloaded day had ever visited in full swing he » the effect that every i track to suit him THE SATURDAY EVENING POST By L.B. YATES ES bunch she was pitted against that Stormy declared himself He was bank roll and he could not vig round dollars at this stage of ; of his choice to wager the old family getting to the tag end of hi afford to bet a hundred the game unless he th plate on her chances, ight that the chanes ILLUSTRATED May 22,1920 Br FRANK B. HOFFMAN The man beside him took the card and straightened its creases out on his flattened palm. For an instant he showed surprise, then he resumed his old bantering tone. “And so you bet on Faygare,”’ he cackled with a touct of sarcasm. ‘‘ You're gettin’ to be like all the rest of the sharpshooter 3 round here. You ured daily wouldn’t know the truth if it was hol lerin’ danger earryin’ a red lar tern. You bet or Faygare, eh Well, that’s a good one! Whatwasyou stallin’ for any way? Was yo afraid somebody would cut the price on you?” ““W here do you get that stuff?” protested Stormy in aggrieved tones. “*“W herever did you dig up that language, Mike? Can I domorethan to show the ticket?”’ ‘*‘That’s all right, but what did you show me?” re- torted the other “Look at it! Here is a ticket on Fakir, thou- sand toa hundred. Is that what you call bettin’ on Fay- gare at six to five? Say, Stormy, have you got rattlers on the roof,or what?” To say that Mr. Sellers was per- turbed would be to express it mildly He the ticket and tore into and you one, ten grabbed a series of mental handsprings. “That infernal heathen gimme the wrong ticket,” from sution whose dispo made their patronage desirable. rhis was o1 , wever, that Repetein had slipped When he saw old Fakir, ; own personal afflicted with three bad legs and had the lding home in front he unbur- lity of a yelp that reverber- to take desperate chance 1 CO who of } knowl fourth under suspicion, no edge wa dened his overwrought per ited from the betting ring clean out to the quarter stretch, because Jakey 1 bes timized by his He did not 1 » gl e for confirmation at the whereon his b t orded Sul the that h toug! Own avarice, heet f the winter season lay in the fact aT } ers, the illabered through a race- pp ro~luc : rmy Se most notorious luch :) track gate veld ! \ ‘ ckets calling for ten thousand d ndeed, a hundre« iron men right or eres citra ‘aki’ ose, and thereby one of the Iped to manu- data cor of the hang ich have he facture $s uncertainties turf “And to tl Jakey as the oul of souls fou “to think of me it onto myself tlt unlucky stiff?” These remark { f-d inclation Joe Klump, Jakey’ but in stre the latter gentler voice of his 1 ’ wishin sed to of this kind oo wise to venture eithe r sym- were addre rite! pathy or erit m Even at nance it mu be adn idea of bet the maelstrom of the d b ng prayerful and all-nigt performance the exper of spoilit i vert lv r y tlar had not dived r ring. An almost dope book of past ro- the slightest when nto with hi ced him that an imported French nly horse in tl race “who Win, EA? Nobody Win But the Horse Which Didn't Have One Chance in a Million if Everything Was on the Square"’ were gilt-edge. But Faugere was, as Mr. Sellers explained, “all to the candy. She couldn’t lose unless she was to break a leg.” So it was that Stormy Sellers with a hundred-dollar note firmly grasped in his trusty right hand had pushed and jostled his way through the gambling-mad mob until he found himself flung up by the human tide immediately in front of Rep tein’s book. Now, as may be surmised, Mr. Sellers was not a student of French idiom. He had heard Faugere’s name miscalled in forty separate and distinct ways by habitués of the race track. Most of them pronounced it as if spelled Faygare, and that was good enough for Stormy. He reached up on tiptoe over the heads of the crowd, pushed the bill to the bookmaker, shouted the name of his choice above the din and had just time enough to grab the ticket handed to him before he was carried onward by the press behind. ““What you bettin’ on, Stormy?” inquired Mike Egan, ional in the baseball world, as Mr. Sellers with an effort tore loose from the throng and shook himself like a water dog in the vain attempt to adjust his ruffled ‘You went to the favorite, I suppose.” what I did,”’ confirmed Mr. Sellers—‘‘a hundred s on he r beezer.”’ a brother profe pl image “That’ buck “What price did you get?” persisted Mr. Egan. **Six for five,”’ responded Stormy triumphantly. “Yes, you did!’ combated the other. “You did like blazes! Why, I was all over the ring and the best I could see was even money. Most of em was holdin’ her at four Let's lamp that ticket of yours.” Mr. Sellers opened his hand and produced the rumpled pasteboard “There "tis—see for yourself,” he exclaimed as he passed ‘Lgot it off of Repstein. He always lays the tops.” > to five. iwlover he shrilled. “‘ There was such a crowd I just grabbed and run without lookin’ at it. Gosh all hemlock, it was the last century I had in my kick! He’s got to change it or I'll take his hide off from the neck down. Wait a minute.’ The indignant one fought his way back through the seething mass of humanity until he again found himself facing the bookmaker. “You gimme the wrong ticket!”’ he stormed breath- lessly. ‘“‘Say, Repstein, I wanted to bet on that French trick, the favorite, and you handed me a board on Fakir. You got to change it. The horses ain’t at the post yet.” ‘“‘Got to change it, eh?” shot back the bookie. ‘“‘ That's fine strong-arm stuff—got to, eh? If I was to change tickets for every piker round here I'd have to carry a double crew.” “But it was a mistake!” pleaded Stormy desperately. *‘Can’t you see it was a mistake? I wouldn’t bet Con- federate money that old cripple, Fakir, could beat the fat policeman from one jump to the Rocky Mountains.” “How do I know what you would bet on?” snarled Rep- stein. ‘“‘I have seen you land on many a lobster. Is this a department store with goods sent on approval? I ain’t a mind reader. If you don’t look at your ticket when you get it and protect yourself, what do you expect me to do? You should have a guardian.” “And so you won't change it The bookmaker shook his head with finality. “All right,” gurgled Stormy lamely—‘‘all right, Mr Jakey, you'll be sorry some day. Listen to me—you'll be sorry!” He edged back in the crowd, glaring at the bookmaker. Stormy was not a weak member when it came to repartee. But this was too serious a financial crisis for him to toy with words. In any other place he would have resorted to 9” (Continued on Page 32

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et Continued from Page giass t down withabang KO ngles,”” CK tc The noise ead gr Here » the over “Stormy Petre! Ran Away Four Miles Going to te Post,"" Announced the Operator. d I make a fumble 30 oc ld cOlOgI at that THE SATURDAY EVENING POST “you got it teps under- me he ‘‘*Tlere upyin’ friend , Bill I'd oughter be and t. “My wife She gimme a ‘And did book vour Somethin’ mu nteered either s bettin’ on is hikir Mr ‘If y Sellers laughed hint ardoni that it n nt be "ll ou eve! Fakir you and me yuts for good, Bill,”” he gloomed “Ante and pass I have f d In iim of the multi twenty ed courag accl filtered down again, yut there was ne " ot ib ounded more ‘Aa Wali ‘Well, it’ long Le from practic outsider coppt he d the kale ; a 10 I I agents W ntin’ supper mon ” confirmed even as he tumbling down the steps and made for bar. Hi ntenance was ablaze with angry remonstrance ‘It was a shoo in sure!” et before him ‘Tal to goin’ to pull ne prote ted as Kia about m jock wa ought be thrown i i l ome rough stuff before long now it.” “Who win anyway?” ‘Who win?” snarled the other. body win but the horse which didn’t have millic that poor old fossil, lonely. They never the as Mr concrete querte d the bartender. ‘Who win, et No- chance ina Nobody win but off by |} even give him a argument. It one m if everything was on the square. is Fakir, and he win away was was holding on the hattered glass as its Sellers floor. liquid contents baptized the surrounding territory. **What’s that you he stuttered in ar struck whisper. ‘Did you—did you—did you say dropped the bottle he There was a crash of awe- Fakir said, bo?”’ had wir “If he didn’t I got paresis,”’ growled the other. “But what difference should it make to you? You ain’t a-goin’ to tel ve But Stormy Sellers chopped the interrogation off in the middle. With a war whoop of triumph he wheeled about and broke on the run in the direction of the bet- ting ring. oT] as he regarded the retreating form it guy nutty?” interrogated the acrimoniousstranger cl “The Judges Have Ordered Him Withdrawn” May 22,1920 nded the bartender with fine sarcasm vd a hundred bucks right 1 a ‘You got it ‘He’ 3p sso derned nutty that he" 1e, um Wir in air of rehabilitat made his way to the rea Repsteir | ts were ed importance Mr. Sellers end of the stand where Mr. t was there that winning was the only lucky one, and the tepstein was an agile thinker, ide itself manifest. act tnat yusand dollars of his money that was the rh which he could hope to recoup him- t neld fort? because Still he in a few moments istomer, be Luse saw dealin’ in dead ish leaguer I bantered Mr. Repstein, ‘‘and yu made it good and n’ about wantin’ to yute to his perspicac- The mantle of Elijal sorry, Jakey,” he returned about it his equilibrium now, i'd be "t te ik you all tely recovered welcoming the passage of words he , you can’t tell me them jocks wasn’t in * resumed Mr. Repstein. ‘Was you ve dl, “That would be tellin’, Jakey,’”’ tantalized Mr. Sellers } hered in the huge roll of yell *t sore, Jakey, because you didn’t get no whbacks handed to invite to the obsequies, is you? Repstein’s face momentarily went purple. He was not quite sure whether Stormy was speaking the truth or not But still the ted and the eye to future wouldn’t get away with any pi n thousand if he could help it “Perhaps another good thing in this race, Stormy,” he bar imulated joc ‘*This is the time to press your luck, Stormy. I'll lay you a point the best of the prices for all y This nd out if you’re game or if you have a ide predomina was uppermost. rt of his te got tered with admirably) business stormy business you’ ve ularity. ou want to bet is the time to fi yellow streak Mr. Sellers saunt He “How much’ll you lay me about Eva K?” he interro I'd oughter give you a your money Now shoot!” three or over, but I'll lay you four,” ““Now dog-gone you, shoot yourself if you think you’re lucky!” “Bet you a thousand,” hummed Mr. Sell- ers carelessly. It was the last race of the day and Eva K won off by herself. Stormy Sellers left the race fourteen dollars red round to the front of the booth. was obsessed with the gambling fever now. gated. “I got a chance to wr k, Jakey. laughed “She's Repstein. track thousand richer. As may be sur- mised and like many of his kind, Mr. Sellers was dominated by cer- tain premonitions which in the ver- nacular are termed hunches. He was going to ride his luck while it lasted, so each succeeding day found him in the neighborhood of Repstein’s booth exchanging airy persiflage and betting on the horses of his choice. Naturally he did not win all of his wagers, but no day passed that his already- plethoric bank roll was not fat- tened by a few extra thousands. (Continued on Page 34

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Continued from Page 32) ary run of luck, 1 play for the new plunger’s kind come and go, of time until pped off short at the however, Mr lestior race track are common who have achieved a cking to their inseribed on ative endeavor ng those present. ifter the second t showed up?” ‘This oughter be You didn’t see Klump. Then as ely to neither ih! Wh that?”’ he blowed or got sand- that bird.” Y ou'll need ! at talk | eye on Jakey most powerful telescope in the world, oT yes Nope, roman Are returned Mr ou dotty Klump evenly ‘I ain’t got to Jakey. But if you want to keep on Stormy you'll have to foller him to China,” ‘To China?” stuttered Mr what I said,’’ responded the other ic stage either, tepstein ad 2 2 ’ m givin tormy has got hisself together a job ail for the reverse side of the That’ uu the in cle adore it of bush world,” leaguers and set mr ys 4 MOMENT of maternal exaltation an adoring parent had christened the hero of this narrative Na- lers. He had commenced his career hopes and happy auguries of his poleon Bona parte Sel aded down with the an early age he developed a certain nimble wit and an agile way of thinking. But for all ‘hat this young Napoleon was not of the studious kind. The ummer afternoons found him playing truant and holding forth down on the lots where juvenile base- ball talent forgathered. His ambition was to star in what are pleased to call the national pastime was disciplined many a and oft by the powers both at home and abroad, but the finale found Napoleon Bonaparte Sellers holding down third base for the ‘Cisco Tigers, Our , of course, that some day he would be But up to date there had been loving parents, because at long baseball writer stormy time a cheap small-town organization. hero had dream drafted into the big league neither sign nor token that he would receive the call Now if a man is naturally entitled to have a new deal on his given name he will have justice meted out to him on faster than Napoleon Bonaparte Sellers, mortal off transformed into a regular hyena when he donned the habilime nts of hi profession Considering a positive genius for rapid-fire argument and forceful double-edged repartee, Stormy had all the Windys ! Bill other ma weball deportment locked in a the baseball diamond any place on earth a good-natured, easy-going the field, became lame and national exponents of polite room, because young He did not have treets, His best made his metaphor was mixed with brain to the lang of the were extemporaneou because he ellers’ » resort ordinary own and set them to his own music porting writer, recognizing native third baseman as the » way-down league That settled it pret into the discard of It wa after that 1 of the chapter the fact future excellence in Stormy’s past or that gentleman never allowed tar of hope. His ties: All summer he played ball, And Stormy was elongated parte x went Stormy Seller ing that no big league scout his year was divided { the races an opti In his himself to his as a circus twenty-eight sheet he would unbosom farmiliar ‘Some Stormy would drawl, “I gotta hunch that and then I'm none of your I'm a-goin’ to be a hundred-to-one shot eball nine of my at it goin’ to have a ba own; ossroads wonde but a real, honest-to-goodness team.”’ ‘And after inquired Mr always humored Stormy in passages of this kind ‘What then?”’ Mr. Sellers would exclaim with careless conviction. “* That’ Mike. If they let me get that far I'll have a wagonload of money.’ And this after all th and supreme optimism are that what? Mike Egan, who am | goin’ to do 3; easy, only goes to demonstrate that when hooked double even a kind contract of takes on of feather the av oirdupois So it was that, as related in the preceding chapter, Mr. Sellers had achieved his second great ambition, because he had gathered together a shake-bag aggregation of bush leaguers and then, acting on a tip from the ubiquitous Mike Egan, had set out for a tour of the antipodes. The idea of being a crusader appealed to Stormy, and no one had essayed such a venture before. Egan was fairly adept at juggling words. He drew an alluring picture, one that viewed from any angle presented a strong appeal. Shanghai was the first stop and here the baseball im- made his initial bid for public approval. The novel . of the American invasion caught on like fire in a straw stack and Mr. Sellers watched the crowd of expatri- ated Americans and Britishers surging through the gates with a smile of approval. Even the natives, attracted by were filling the cheaper reservations. ‘I guess I’m crazy like a fox,’’ chuckled Mr. Sellers to “IT won't have nothin’ to do but count money presario ( urlosity » himself from now on ‘Stormy,"’ whispered Mike Egan, who divided the duties of treasurer with that of holding down the initial bag, “I just looked into the box office where they are passin’ out the bleacher tickets and they’s money all over. The ticket seller is standin’ up to his suspender buckles in it. I just sent for a wagon to cart it away before he’s drowned entirely. I’m just goin’ to see them load up.” “Hold on a minute! Wait for me!’ enjoined the owner of Sellers’ Southern Stars. ‘I'll see that stunt pulled off if 1 have to delay the game.” With hasty steps Mr. Sellers followed the keeper of the treasure chest across the field. He watched with an air of intense interest while two husky coolies shoveled a great pile of copper coins into a primitive-looking wagon watched until the task was accomplished, then with a smile of triumph he turned to his fidus Achates. “*Well,”’ vouchsafed Mr. Sellers with extreme unction “well, Mike, I got it at last.”’ “Got what, Stormy?” “T got a wagonload of money.” ; returned Mr. Egan, “you sure have, Stormy. But you'd oughter sit up all night to count it. A feller told me there would not be more than thirty-seven bucks, American.” “It don’t matter what it would be in United States,” retorted Mr. Sellers with asperity. ‘“‘It’s a wagonload of money, ain't it? I ast you, Mike, in any man’s country ain't it a wagonload of money? You can’t call a strike on that, can you?” “Why, no,”” Mike exclaimed. “Well,” concluded the baseball magnate, “that’s all that’s necessary. I often told you, Mike, that I had a hunch that some day I'd beat a hundred-to-one shot, own my own baseball team and get hold of a wagonload of real coin. Well, I done it, didn’t I? And if you take it from me, Mike, it’s some battin’ average.” Stormy Sellers’ Southern Stars went up and down the coast towns doing manful work as missionaries for the great American game. Moreover, the trip was reasonably successful from the standpoint of gate receipts. But after a time it palled upon the leader; the novelty had worn off, and Stormy Sellers again commenced to consider the flesh- pots of Egypt. “I gotta hunch that we had better be beatin’ it back to Happy Land,” volunteered Mr. Sellers one day as he received the afternoon’s financial statement from Treas- urer Egan. “I think it’s time to hit the rattler, Mike.” ‘But we are doin’ all right, Stormy ‘Yep, | know,” returned the club owner. “I know, but I just got a hunch we'd do better if we was back home.” ‘The world ain’t run by hunches,”’ objected Mr. Egan. “Sure, sure!"’ agreed Stormy. “ But if it hadn’t of been for hunches we wouldn't be here at all. Now you want me to go and throw my dope book out the window.” “Well, it'’suptoyou, Stormy. You're the boss, only —— ‘Now, listen, Mike! I’m not squawkin’. We're doin’ all right gettin’ along and workin’ on velvet—but the game ain't big enough. Besides which I got enough of it. What good is money if a feller can’t put a bet down or set on the fence and watch ‘em go by? What time does the next boat sail?” “There is one leavin’ on Saturday.” “Well,” enjoined Mr. Sellers with an air of finality, “you just go down and get transportation for the bunch. I wouldn't stay here another week if they was to give me China and half of Japan.” ‘Yep,” iv HE voyage home was uneventful as far as Mr. Sellers was concerned. His baseball venture was behind him and, content in the knowledge that he had made a fair profit from his enterprise, he dismissed the subject, because Stormy had no yesterdays in his calendar—they were all to-morrows., Other passengers, of course, played the time-honored game of quoits with circles of tarred rope or gathered round the tables in the smoking room, wooing the goddess of chance. But none of these things appealed to Mr. Sellers. He spent most of his time in the seclusion of his May 22,1920 stateroom poring over his book of past performances and dreaming dreams of horses picked by him winning at long odds. Then came a day when the big ship neared the Golden Gate and the pilot climbed aboard, bringing with him the usual bundle of San Francisco papers. Stormy beat all records to the companionway to procure one. Other fellow passengers as fortunate as he was eagerly scanned the news columns, but not so Stormy. He made one quick dive for the pages where the records of recent sporting events were recorded, and buried himself up to his ears. ‘What do you know, Mike?” he queried in aggrieved tones as Mr. Egan came up and peered over his shoulder “Can you beat it? Old Fakir win ay-nother main yester day an’ here I am away out on the drink. Gosh all hem lock! I'd ’a’ had to have a swell bet on that baby if it was only for the sake of old times.” “Well, there’s plenty more races,”’ suggested Mr. Egan “The ponies will be runnin’ for a month yet.” “They will if I don’t put all them bookmakers out of business,”’ returned Mr. Sellers magnanimously. ‘‘ You watch me, Mike. I'll show ’em somethin’ that looks like speed.” “You must have another one of them hunches, Stormy.” “That’s what I have, Mike,” confirmed the leader of Sellers’ Southern Stars. Why should it be necessary to state in this place that as soon as the regular formalities of landing had been com- pleted Mr. Sellers made a bee line for the race track? Already the afternoon editions of the papers had announced his return. Stormy had been interviewed and the pic- turesque account of his adventures as given by him lost nothing in the translation. Besides, he who essays the role of an Argonaut in any line of endeavor is always good for a feature story in San Francisco. Mr. Sellers found himself basking in the limelight of publicity. Other men might have felt flattered, but Stormy never gave his added importance a thought. “You're gettin’ to be famous, Stormy,” laughed a friend after the usual greetings. ‘‘The first thing you know, you'll be handed the freedom of the city.” “T’d rather they’d hand me a complimentary badge for the rest of the meetin’ and a couple of winners,”’ responded the returned pilgrim disconsolately. ‘‘I put down four bets already and I ain’t cashed once. I'll gamble, too, that I got more inside information than any guy round here. By the way, I ain’t seen Jakey Repstein yet.” “Oh, Jakey has blew the track and is runnin’ a pool room across the bay. They say he’s just coinin’ money.” “*Makin’ big book, eh?” “That’s what he is. But they say you put an awful crimp in him before you went away, Stormy.” “Oh, I win a dollar or two of Jakey’s money,” admitted Mr. Sellers modestly. “Yep,”’ returned his informant, ‘‘an’ they say he ain’t cooled out yet. He has declared himself to get even with you.” But no one was more interested in the home-coming of Stormy Sellers than Mr. Repstein himself. He read the newspaper accounts of his advent and appreciatively noted that part which referred to his monetary successes. “IT come pretty near kissin’ my coin good-by,”’ said the bookmaker to Joe Klump, his confidential man. ‘I figured that he’d have to swim if he ever wanted to get back, but here he comes home with bells on. Talk about luck! That feller could run a bar of soap into a chain of laundries. I suppose he’s out at the race track every day playin’ ’em.” “That’s the talk,” confirmed Mr. Klump. “They say he has a wad that a greyhound couldn’t jump over. Mike Egan told me that they were makin’ all kinds of money over in China, but Stormy had a yen on to get back and play the races. He said they come home twenty thousand to the good after payin’ all, expenses.” “‘Easy pickin’ for somebody,” commented stein, “but he belongs to me.” “He certainly ought to,’’ assented Mr. Klump For a few moments Mr. Repstein was lost in deep study, then his face lit up—he had an idea. “Say, Joe,” he exclaimed, “I want you to go over to the races to-day and trail round with him some. I want to get him over here bettin’ his money, but don’t you hint nothin’ that would make him suspicious. Let the play come up natural-like. Just feel him out and tell him kind of casual that I am layin’ better prices than they are at the track, but don’t make the mistake of asking him to come over. D’ye get what I mean?” “I’m halfway round now, Klump. Next afternoon Mr. Repstein’s emissary reported. “Tt’s all right,” hummed Joe Klump. “It worked as if it was made to order. He'll be over to-morrow.” Jakey’s face lit up. “You certainly broke a record, Joe, “How did you do it?” “Oh, that waseasy,”’ responded theambassador. ‘Stormy has run into a season of tough luck and he’s round tellin’ Concluded on Page 75) Mr. Rep- Jakey,”” responded Mr. * he commented.

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4 iN | f ‘ , oo= oe LS a ) The Makings for Clothes NE of the important questions of the present day is the future trend of clothing prices. Like most of life’ necessities, the prices of our clothes have risen to record heights. ‘‘When willthe peak bereached?”’ is the query most often heard. Without doubt the most dangerous and the least satisfactory occupa- tion in the world is that of a prophet. However, I have been bold enough in recent months to voice the unpleasant prediction of higher costs, and now I want to spread the more pleasing gospel of a bet- ter day coming for the patient struggling sumer. Zack of high prices in nearly all industries have been con- definite economic causes that could not be cured by or laws. Profiteering has been practiced in most lines of business, but as a general rule merchants and manufacturers have done no more squeezing than other individuals who have had a like op- portunity. An investiga- tion will show that prac- tically everyone, from the either protests domestic servant to the corporation preside nt, has been engaged more or less in recent times in the exciting pastime of get ting the ultimate dollar that could possibly be obtained. 3ut this human self ness has been or ly a minor factor in bringing about the unhappy price conditions under which we are now living. Take, for instance, the case of clothing. Dur- ing the war the production of civil cloth got down to a point where only thirty-three per cent of the nation’s textile machinery was working on civil fabrics. By March of 1919, though four months had passed since the signing of the armistice, the output of civil cloths had risen only to thirty-nine per cent of normal. It was not until the end of 1919 that the production of clothing fabrics had again returned to a prewar basis. During all this time the entire world was suffering from a shortage of materials for the manufacture of clothing, and still a whole year was con- umed by the textile industry in getting back to a peace basis. It would be difficult to show that any particular person or group of people was to blame for the tardy progress made during the months of readjustment. Busi- ness men can never be expected to take more than a reasonable gamble on future developments. If the present rate of production of civil cloths continues, and there is no reason why it should not, the outlook for ufficient clothing at a reasonable price next year is quite hopeful. It is also a fact that the raw-material situation, so far as wool is concerned, presents no alarming prospect. This does not mean that the general wage advance of more Y long the line will not have its effect in holding clothing prices at a level considerably higher than prevailed before the war. However, it is not unreason- able to expect material relief when the usual flow of fabrics than 100 per cent alla from the country’s mills commences again to reach the public. In examining a situation of this kind we must not overlook the fact that the condition of the textile industry i not exert its effect upon the consumer for at the mills does six months or a year . If we glance briefly at the history of wool-cloth produc- tion it will be found that prior to the beginning of the factory era the average consumption of wool in the United States did not amount to more than three pounds per THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ERYBODY'S SI By FLOYD W. PARSONS ESS Through crossing the fine- wooled merino with the long-wooled breeds of sheep the highest type of wool fiber has been de- veloped, combining sup- pleness, fineness and other desirable qualities, with luster and length. That wool has been greatly modified and ims proved by centuries of careful attention is strik- ingly shown by a com parison of the coarse heavy covering of the argali, or mouflon, the supposed progenitor of the sheep, with the fine wool of the merino or the long lustrous fleece of the Leicester. These animals in the natural state are covered with coarse hair, or fur, in whic h, close to the skin, is a softer hair, Under the influ ence of good care and fe d and protection from the inclemencies of the weather, the long coarse hair largely disappears and only the softer, shorter hair, or wool, re- mains The development of the arts of spinning and weaving took early in the history of civ- ilization that no records of their beginnings are preserved. At the time of Alexander's expedition to India the natives of that region wore shawls of great beauty. The Greeks learned many processes of woolen man ufacture from the Egyp tians, and the Roman after picking up the art from the Greeks passed it or wool place 80 Sheep on a Western Range capita of population annually, while at the present time we are consuming more than six pounds of fine wool per person each year. According to F. Nathaniel Perkins, the world’s production of wool last year amounted to 2,893,- 843,048 pounds, being the product of 579,922,933 sheep. The wool production of the United States in 1919 totaled 314,239,000 pounds. It is evident therefore that we are dependent on other countries for more than fifty per cent of the wool that is consumed in the United States. According to the latest available reports the United States has 49,863,000 sheep; Europe, 182,207,771; Asia, 96,736,000; Africa, 59,947,000; Oceanica, 112,388,500; and Scuth America, 71,542,752. Australia leads all coun- tr with 86,650,000 sheep. The United States ranks second, while Argentina is a close third. Australasia pro- duces about 825,000,000 pounds of wool annually, while Argentina and Uruguay show an output of better than 483,000,000 pounds each year. Australia carries forty- eight sheep per 1000 acres and produces 344 pounds of wool from this number of sheep; South America carries twenty- nine sheep per 1000 acres and produces 108 pounds of wool; and North America is now carrying approximately eleven sheep per 1000 acres, producing fifty-nine pounds of wool. Sheep raising is perhaps the oldest of all industries, for it was practiced even before agriculture. Wool is a product of cultivation or domestication, for there are no wild animals which closely resemble the wool-bearing sheep. With the discovery that cloth could be made from wool came an effort to improve the fleece by selection and breeding. The early Romans were most successful in this pursuit, and their endeavors along this line resulted in developing a fleece of great fineness. After the conquest of the Iberian Peninsula, Roman sheep were introduced into Spain, where they so greatly improved the native flocks that even during Roman supremacy Spanish wool led the world’s prestige held for many markets, a centuries, on to the Occidental world. For many cen- turies the manufacture of wool was carried on as a household industry, though in occasional instances a large number of looms were gathered under one roof and their products controlled by a single individual, as in the modern factory. Among the ancients the method of manufacture wa first to cleanse the wool, and then sort, card and spin the material by hand. The loom for the weaving was remart ably simple and crude, but fabrics that have never been excelled in fineness of texture struction, even in modern times. Woolen garments were worn by the Romans It is probable that the first lesson skilled operators produced or delicacy of cor at a very early period the ancient Britons received in the art were derived immediately after the toman conquest. If we assume that in all the world there are approxi- mately 580,000,000 sheep, and that each of these animals will give us 5.7 pounds of wool, the consequent yield of raw wool would be sufficient to make about 3,000,000,000 suit of clothe . each suit. figuring a little more than a pound of wool to It is not likely garments, 80 It 1 that a billion people wear woolen fair to assume that, counting outside and supply is } he yearly undergarments, something like three suits to a person The story of the wool industry in Australia is a tale of fascinating romance. This country, a tated, the leading shee p and wool growing ¢ ountry in the world already The commencement of wool growing in back more than 130 years, when thirty-twe sheep were brought into the country from the Capx Good Hope. This experiment soon proved that the climat ind other conditions in Australia were favorabl ) eep growing, for the animals that had been imported f Africa improved materially in their new environment. At about this time wool was the mai! yurce of ~ national wealth, and woolen goods formed two-thirds of her exports, Yet when the

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST hould im- gat hand depend for want of o encourage an d ha nerea pointed ng the large herds on the in produc- be expected, as most ocked Any material nt.of farm irrigated be done $200 an done on redatior and of dog been ir eavier than restrict- troy the of shes p to de remove than ever lamt out of a n 1919 rhe 1918 read t ed 849 $462 bob- struction of Tunnel Ventilation |p ruts York wi feet to accommodate two lines of traffic in each direction on a twenty-foot roadway. This proposed tube will be the largest in the world, with the single exception of the tunnel ler the Thames in England, which has foot r but is shorter than the projected bore to New a thirty This latter tube is to cost $28,669,000 and will be com- pleted in a little more than three years. timate that the tolls collected from the the of construction in elev TI e engineers ¢€ drivers of vehicles passing through tube will have the cost en yeal It is stated that if the same rate of tariff is continued state will be reimbursed for urplus of $33,635,000. years longer each ] r twenty he bonds issued and will have a ear of operation the tunnel is expected to carry 5,610,000 vehicles, or about 15,000 a day. It is estimated that 2000 and trucks will pass through it an hour during the rush periods. The tunnel will be built under the protection of a circular shield which is pushed ahead of the portion of the tunnel already built and serves as a covering or shelter for the men carrying on the work of excavation. Inside of the cast-iron rings will be a concrete inner lining. One of the big problems that is brought forward by these new and extensive construction plans is how to the danger of poisoning from the automobile into these confined areas. During its first y automobiles eliminate gases that be exhausted Great harm will surely result to the public from breathing poisoned atmosphere in vehicular tubes unless some rem- will edy is provided. The ventilation of underground subways in our large a simple matter compared with the problem that encountered in ridding our proposed tunnels of cities 1 will be great quantities of deleterious gases. The danger to health from the exhaust gases of autos is much more serious than is generally realized. The United States Bureau of Mines has made a preliminary investiga- tion of the problem and has procured results that will be beneficial to engineers engaged in constructing subways tunnels for motor vehicles. It is to read about some man who has been found dead and not uncommon to-day in his garage death has been due to the carbon monoxide that has re- sulted from having the auto engine running with the doors In practically all such cases the cause of May 22,1920 and windows of the garage closed. It should be under- stood by everyone that carbon monoxide is the deadly gas that is found in coal mines after an explosion or a fire has occurred. The miners call it black damp. This gas has no color, tasteorsmell. It isusually present in the smoke that pours out of the exhaust of a motor car, but it is not the monoxide that you see. The only way that an automobile engine can be run without producing carbon monoxide is to use a mixture so lean that the average motor would not start on it if the engine was cold. It is a further fact that very few carburetors are adjusted to use such a lean mixture. Experiments of the Bureau of Mines on a number of automobile engines showed that with good mixtures the amount of carbon monoxide varies from ten to thirty-six cubic feet of the gas each minute, while with rich mixtures the production of this monoxide varies from 135 to more than 600 cubic feet a minute. The presence of one part of carbon monoxide in 500 parts of air will cause a person to collapse within an hour, while larger amounts will bring prostration in a much shorter time. In order to see how soon the air in a garage might be affected by the running of an engine, a thirty- horse-power engine was started and samples of air were collected while the motor was running. It was found that in less than fifteen minutes a dangerous amount of gas had accumulated round the car. It follows that such an engine should never be run in an unventilated garage, for a dan- gerous atmosphere will likely be created before much time has been allowed for repair work. Since it is not pleasant to toil on a car on a winter’s day in an unheated garage with the doors open, the suggestion is made that one end of a short length of hose be slipped over the exhaust pipe while the other end of the hose reaches out of doors. This will safeguard the worker unless it is necessary for him to open the cut-out. The first effect of carbon monoxide is to cause a feeling of dullness with a slightly depressing headache. The vic tim of these symptoms should immediately hasten to fresh air. However, if he feels quite faint a doctor should be called in at once, for after one has collapsed it is difficult to restore consciousness, As it is a fact that many people are unable to withstand even a small percentage of carbon monoxide, it is abso lutely essential that exact information shall be obtained and used by those who are planning the construction of tunnels for gaso line vehicles. It is also well to remember that there are other in jurious gases than carbon monoxide in gasoline vapors. One authority says that the bulk of gasoline vapor at ordinary temperatures consists of pentane, which vapor when mixed with oxygen produces astupor. One odd phase of this subject is that persons have been known to work in an atmosphere heavy with gaso- line vapor and have experienced no ill effect until after they returned to an atmosphere wholly free of t} vapor Federal investigators point out that experiments under taken to determine definitely what is the maximum all: of carbon monoxide that will do no harm. differ in their opinions, some saying that .1 per cent of monoxide is harmless, while others that the maximum allowable should not be more than .01 per cent of the gas. Doctor Haldane, the noted English authority, fixed .01 per cent of carbon monoxide as the outside limit for vehicular tunnels. In this connection it should be borne in mind that a husky coal miner can withstand a far larger percentage of poisonous gas than people in delicate health and women and children. Many of the results that have been obtained in mine investigations, therefore, are e must be ywwable per cent Physiological authoritie maintain upon safety in really worthless in a consideration of the present problem. We must assume a far less robust average than a miner of coal when we at- tempt to provide safe limits for the general public. Death from poison- ing by auto gases in private and public garages has claimed its quota of victims during recent times. Let us not permit any wholesale deci- mation of our population from the same cause in the big tunnels we of twin ca anextert Warping Machines in a New Engiand Wooten Mill Continued on Page 40

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Continued from Page 38) ows all that hould be known perhaps it would be well for der government ipply the nation with true ahead safely in the great con- supervision ww projecte d. Cheaper Machine Production LOT of f with n ms invested in all kinds of A producing plar terally have been mentally floored f late b t i of demands for thirty or forty ur weel increases, less bodily effort ind ideal ’ These travagar ‘ are absurd,” say "Whe i we com 4 another are commencing to hear one, ise individuals who possess definite, practical convictions, detail of the history of indus not forgotte n the ery of labor isted that bread and butter. following this outery are fan trial progre twenty workmen in more machir we ‘ them of their hey hav ‘ i wi lid happer titution of mechanical means for doing things } t only reduced the phy ical effort of labor but ha created vastly more jobs and higher and know th: wages Thes een the evolution of plants where most hand. They have into the business and rmeriy done by of machine | The have ‘ een a company that at a thou dollars thousand bet ip yusand and production to ten articles which disposed of at dollar They have observed that where such plants formerly employed three hundred men they now employ articit apiece devel yy» the hundred wert live each rate the machines that now produce ten good In other ibstitutes ix hundred t times the ope original quantit of word experience has sh« that mechanical reduce cost fold men who labor either with the Always it has grip and appeared to be floundering in despair invention has bobbed up and pointed the way to shore. We may to give us salvation in the oOmaterially i marke are tead of fewer places for the often enlarged many This means more jobs in ir hands or their heads happened that when humanity has lost its and implore the politician hire able knee! form of laws; we pe rfect our national monetary the midnight oil in our efforts to but the reduced and burn ma economists to refine tem; and we may mooth and improve high and labor shortage industrial relations problem of wages, increased production hours till remain for the inventor and the engineer to solve will do everything will with machines which ir years but think At the present moment most of our trouble is with the coming more of labor and it is this class of workers that has their application of machinery to industry. Such jobs as digging common type been generally ignored by engines rs in trenches, loading materials and pushing indoor trucks by hand are now being eliminated by the use of labor-saving When we consider for a minute that in the United hundred thousand stations, device there are more than one state or transfer points, where bulky goods are handled by hand the opportunity that exists for a single type of machinery is quite clear, One authority states that in more than ninety per cent of our factories and mills the management could easily save the time of from one to ten men by an installation of modern labor-saving inventions and equip- Thi adds that the cost of the installa- tion would be saved in one or two years Few men are better informed in machinery matters than John H. Van Deventer, editor of the American Machinist. 1 asked him to give me a brief survey of the situation in substitutes and especially with re- the machine tool, which is machines that are Here is what ment ame expert ct to mechanical to that primary ¢ tal } production of ential, other day industrial practice, that or threshes the whether it be one our clotl cuts pigs inte sage i product of the probability of rom wi it rt o ol e tool ov n or msiders the more etl world’s work to t to see whether which create other ment mec nical dling « the make up for the ntere or not these fi lan tool ake a bird’s eye View of ome very wonder- Those wchine-tool-building trv see and encouragi here was never a in the history g things going on irt of tool making when as far- ing impre improvements have made a Here is ; to and it ‘ pon industr n general beet provement in machine Everyone remarkably efficient now thi I driven acro the wer plat rma bimari wert ocean by means of these engines. They are expensive to build, however, and this has somewhat limited their use in America. The crank shaft of a typical Diesel engine weighs some 15,000 pounds and has required thirty days of cutting by various machine-shop tools to finish it. Within the past few months a new type of crank-shaft lathe has been produced —a giant, thirty feet long—which finishes these cranks in twodays. Think what it will mean in the extension of the use of Diesel engines when similar econ- omies in time of making are applied to the other parts! ‘How are these results obtained? By providing enor- mous power at the cutting tool, and building operating brains into the machine. The modern machine-tool designer does not stop where his predecessors left off and provide a tool that other brains must operate. He builds operating brains into his machine, makes them automatic or semiautomatic. In other words, the machines do the measuring to the thousandth of an inch, handle and trans- fer the work into different positions for different cuts and perform complete cycles of their own accord instead of waiting for an operator to will them to do this or that. “The milling machine is typical of this modern develop- ment of the machine tool. Wonderful devices of this kind are busily at work machining tractor-motor cylinders. All that the attendants have to do is to put the cylinders in unfinished and take them out in their final completed form. The machine does the rest and works to the thou andth part of an inch at the rate of 200 of these heavy motor castings every eight hours. “Machines of this sort applied to take the lathes and also of drilling machines are coming into use in Of course there must be an immense production to make their use possible. But great daily output handled on machines of this sort is what is place of our most progressive shops. going to increase the purchasing power of our dollars. It conception of the term ‘labor ‘labor investing,’ for the with their wonderful ibilities in is going to change our saving’ into its true meaning tools of the near future up a myriad of new po tries, find find progre Where you don’t find them you find the canni bals eating the missionaries. Necessity of invention, but a high wage rate is the daddy of the saving device. Why can prices of commodities come wages of those that make them go up? weight on the low-price machine efficiency will many other indu Where you Ope t wheels you civilization and may be the mother labor down while the Simply because machinery puts its side of the seesaw and overbalances the weight of the wage load is the only thing in the world that can bring down prices without knocking the bottom out of wages.” Labor-saving machinery The Money of Foreign Nations ] )' RING recent months the papers of the country have / been filled with discussions concerning the problems It is interesting, therefore, to examine Financiers of foreign exchange some of the facts connected with this question tell us that the situation with respect to foreign money and the ability of the nations of Europe to pay for their pur- is grave. We are also informed that the lowering of exchange portends decreased exports from the United States and a consequent likelihood that there will follow chases a material reduction in the prices of commodities here in our own country Foreign exchange at the present time throughout prac- tically the whole world is highly in favor of the United States. This means that most of the other nations must pay a premium in exchanging their money into American dollars was worth valued at 1 For example, in normal times the German mark 23.8 cents; at the time this is written it is The Italian lira is normally valued at 19.3 cents; its value about 6.5 cents. The French frane also had a value of 19.3 cents; now its value is 7.6 cents. The English pound in prewar times, expressed in American money, was valued at $4.866; recently the pound declined to a point where it only had a value of $3.23. These refer to foreign exchange or currency; but to the gold money of the Various nations. This means that if a business man in England was now to purchase 10,000 pairs of shoes in this country, paying ten dollars a pair for them, he would be obliged to pay the producer about £30,960. In 1913 the Englishman have settled this transaction with £20,554 For every dollar’s worth of goods a Frenchman now purchases in this country he must pay something like In normal times he only had to pay i> cents, now 18 quotations not, of course, American could same franes 5.18 franes for goods of the same value. In the days before the war the pound sterling of Eng- land would seldom move more than one-eighth of a cent In recent times this movement has fourteen per pound per week amounted to as much as ten cents a day. Compared with the depreciated exchange of the big nations that were engaged in the European war, let us take a look at the exchange rates of some of the other The unit of money nations that were not so hard hit. May 22,1920 value of Switzerland normally is 19.30 cents in American money; the value as this is written is about 17.86 cents The unit value of Holland was 40.20 and is now 38.75; Denmark was 26.80 and is now 16.50; Spain was 19.30 and is now 18.50; Argentina was 96.48 and is now 98.00; Japan’s unit of value was 49.85 cents and is now 48.75 cents. It is evident from the above figures that the money of Spain and Japan can be converted into Amer- ican money at a value near to par, while the money of Argentina brings a small premium. Though the depreciation in the exchange rates of the leading nations of Europe is largely due to the huge debts these countries owe America, it is also the belief of many authorities that the money of these same peoples has declined in value for the reason that it is not now worth its par value in gold. If the English people, for instance, still believed that the pound sterling is worth $4.86 they would not continue to make such large purchases in America, paying so high a premium for the goods they buy. Another proof that the Britishers realize that the depreciation in their money is something quite real is evidenced by the recent sales of new gold that arrived This gold has been selling at a pre- that has been practically equal to the premium there on our American doliar. The truth of this deduction that the pound sterling has actually depreciated is largely supported by the further fact that the general level of English prices has shown a far more rapid and extensive rise in recent times than has the level of American This divergence is probably due more to the depreciation in the gold value of English money than to any workings of the law of supply and demand. If this belief is based on a true assumption it follows that normal trade may be resumed between America and in English ports mium—in English money prices, Europe just as soon as the nations of Europe consent to recognize that there is a new standard relation between the dollar and the money units of these European coun- If the pound sterling were recognized as worth only $3.75 in gold we could do business with England on as normal a basis as we did when the pound had a value of $4.86. The Britisher who refuses to recognize a new situation cannot be blamed for exhibiting an unwillingness to pay a premium of thirty-five or forty per cent on American goods. However, if he should change his point of view and recognize that his English money is worth less than seventy-five per cent of its face value he will not be so likely to conclude that his trading operations with America are unprofitable and unfair. There have loud calls for the stabilization of foreign-exchange rates. The Government of Italy at- tempted such a plan and failed to make it operate success- fully. If the foreign-exchange rates of a nation’s money depreciate with good cause the logical result must be an adjustment in the home prices of the nation whose money has so suffered. This fact was proved by the experience of the United States following the Civil War. In this crisis America went ahead with its dealings with Europe, though our paper money did not return to a gold par for more than a decade after our domestic trouble had been concluded. In similar fashion the foreign-exchange rates with the nations of Europe cannot be pegged with any greater safety than can the prices of iron or coal or corn. It would seem, therefore, that European nations should accept exchange rates with America at some material discount, at the same time recognizing that the return of paper money in Europe to a gold par must be a journey tries, been of years. All the nations of the earth are suffering from the same a world shortage and high prices. The remedy personal economy and increased individual production. Nowhere, except in the Orient, was production maintained in 1919. The finances of soviet Russia as figured by a Swiss investigator indicate that for the first half of 1918 the income was 2,900,000,000 rubles, while the expenses were 17,600,000,000. During the first half of 1919 the income was 20,400,000,000 rubles and the expenses, 50,700,000,000. Other European nations have been using the printing press in a similar fashion, though not with such reckless abandon. Here in the United States we have been shocked to learn how great was our falling off in physical production in most of our industries last year. This has caused us to question whether our seeming prosperity has been based trouble consists of two things on a sound foundation. Our imports in 1919 amounted to $3,905,000,000, while our exports totaled $7,922,000,000. Of these exports more than $5,000,000,000 went to Europe, as against $800,000,- 000 worth of goods received from there. On the other hand, South America shipped us $631,591,000 worth of goods, as against $411,151,000 that we exported to Latin America. As a result of these dealings we have large credits in Europe, which cannot be offset against our debts in Asia and South America, for Europe is likewise a debtor to Asia and to Latin America. It is not to be wondered at, therefore, that a great many people view the recent depreciation in the foreign exchange Concluded on Page 127)

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COL of our ling out want ahead!” re wted the ding m pol tician I pay your ines It wa to real then at I began limitation a womanly woman heltered Life once m hel ple had registered thoroughly, I exer cised my woman’ privilege of shoving ahead of the line, and finally, my veil and equally in tatters, I passport corridor above “Now,” thought l, where I rush it through and am done.” The crowd up there was a trifle le rather to my disappointment. But there were enough of us. We had elbow room, and that was about all. Of course some were probably taking first steps toward Europe and all stops west, but I refused to admit that possibility; it was out of character There was a window in this A lady city employee was holding it down, and she gave me a glance like and a bunch of printed matter all in one yvesture, e the incident and to How ituation to being having liveda ever, equanimity reached the “here's quickl corridor also. a gimlet Simple Requirements incredulously. birth certifi high school license, two asked husband’ ymmendation “Married?” she ‘Then bring your letter of re toothbrush, cate, report, driver paid bills, get two pe ople to intoxicated within one year, have man relations or tuberculosi Pay income tax and bring three photographs with these blanks properly filled in and two dollars % ‘And will I then get my pa ma'am?” T asked respectfully *Mayhe,”” said she with a gleam of hu h ve that he church-member p certificate, swear you have not been no Ger your por t, please, manity whi went tar to pr di LUM BVds THE SATURDAY EVENING POST (Continued from Page 4) ' MW May 22,1920 {BiAl, THERE'S A JAM ON THE OCEAN! will mark you for a first-time tourist, and silk for a backwoods sugar man. But in either sex take ear muffs if you care at all about sleeping. But this is two jumps ahead of the train. Yes, train. Having acquired my sailing permit and being the most womanly sort of a woman, I not unnaturally changed my mind and decided to sail by train. In the first place the boats, be- ing a little cheaper, were booked seven weeks ahead. And anyhow there is something about a boat which is so, so—well, sort of upsetting. And the railroads were more approachable. I ap- ed for reservations on the day aioe the Government gave them up in despair, and the private owners were so confused and wor- ried that they slipped me a sec- tion, or at least a piece of one, in the excitement of the moment. And so I was, as the hen would say, all set. Of course, if I were a special article writer somebody might for setting down all fish; flannels soli d pick on me this stuff; on paper it has nothing to do with Cuba. But listen, childre». it has everything to do with it—if for no other reason than that it proves the tenacity and strength of somepeople’s—not mine—thirst. Any thirsty hound Across Havana Rooftops was only a woman after all. I forgave her much, and utterly exhausted I staggered to the waiting Subway. Of the agonized weeks of anticipation which followed, of the packing and unpack- ing, of the palpitations about transporta- tion and the prospect of reaching Habana before season after next —I will say nothing beyond the fact that by the time I received my passport I strongly resembled the pho- tograph of myself which was pasted upon it. If you have ever seen a passport photo you will realize the strain I underwent. And when at length I held the precious document in my trembling hands I had only to get my income-tax receipt, a dog license, a bunch of traveler’s checks, a Spanish- American dictionary, a pair of ear muffs and a sailing permit. As an astute observing reader you will have noted that item of ear muffs, and made a mental reservation concerning it. Ear muffs in the tropics, you will question? Or perhaps turn back to see if perchance there re MALLE eet as has been a typographical error regarding my destination. But nothing of the kind. I said ear muffs, and I meant them. I took them upon the advice of a friend who has traveled a great deal in Latin countries, and though I am fully aware of the fact that the advice of a friend who has traveled is usually about as good a buy as the aver- age mining stock, still in this case I fell for it and lived to pass it on. When—not if; when —you go to Cuba take a pair of ear muffs; on my honor you will need them. And take a lot of indoor-sports clothes. Habana is the place where sports skirts of satin must have originated —any other kind of sports clothing will merely acquire creases in the creaseless wardrobe trunk. Don’t bother with them; that English stuff simply doesn’t go. If female, make it Georgette roulette costumes and dry- cleanable bathing suits for the tea danzons. Make ’em snappy, and the higher the fewer. If male, make it pin checks, and soup and who feels he can’t stand the drought another moment and will just dash down to Cuba and hoist a few has got another dash coming. If he sticks it out and sees it through he must indeed be a sincere drinker. Only the very thirstiest can stand the gaff; and in this way is America meeting the only real prob- lem incident to prohibition what to do with the rumless rumhound? He is taking care of the problem himself. But it’s pretty rough on Cuba. A Wet Passage Well, we have got as far as the Pennsy Depot, and are all ready to leave by train. Yet the sailing permit was probably neces- sary, for sail was right. By the time we left Washington not a few of the aforementioned sportsmen were at least half-seas over, and it looked to that trained observer, myself, as if more liquor was being imported to the fair southern isle for which we were steering than was like ly to be hootlegged out of it There could not have in three generations. (Continued on Page 44) The Hippodrome, Oriental Park Race Track

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Continued from Page 42 he the trip ome of my elf aracter t and going to OK Which d Russian in i rate at a dreadful woman ill nted up ane ‘ demi-taileut rdown it that | oncemarked he Wd fy ilk to. T fe I, aos \ post ape nti mother otmy is hud : . lered at the task of ) ce naking her acquaint but did not hirk it; an author ince, imply cannot sl and get away with it And | ought d I - ise to, as I at liseovered upon the her to pa Her personal who had the under mine, ed the isking butter maid, berth later aiscie fact that the lady was Mr De Puyster Van Knickerbocker on her Ww y to visit hergrand ildren at P Keach, and quite, quite unaccustomed to passing the butter itside of her ov Well lruntk tim anywe were on then I the « ile Too Lovely to be True d to the the After Cuba gow 7 ot pat jt pall asl ew» vey THE SATURDAY EVENING POST delighted to find that were genuine—the old man I discovered to be a ited prohibitionist, by the by—and I hed the thought that this was only the ginni If the train was so rough what ild Habana be like? I was anxious to cnow. So anxious that I even faced the nevitable boat trip from Key West with eagerness. It couldn't rock any worse than the train had; but the crossing was reported to have the English Channel and the Bay of Biscay shoved into the mill-pond class. I was wastrels As Mild as the Hudson Now as I have mentioned, seagoing con- veyances do not show me at my best. In fact privacy is something absolutely essen- tial to me under the circumstances which generally arise. And so I locked myself into my cabin and prepared for any emergency; stayed that way. Indeed prepared was all that I ever was. Of all the overrated dangers in the world from the shoot-the- at C to surf bathing in the s, that ninety-mile boat trip is the expectant and re- and chute mey Canarie overratedest. I sat mained so for five hours. It was as mild as the Hudson in a summer calm. It never bothered mea bit. And nobody can say any different, for the stateroom door was locked. No kidding, though, it isn’t bad at all. Some bird, probably a publicity man— and Habana is as full of them as a new / 7 / y ati! A pil oboe pe ew wed ed ’ 4 ' { SR) 3 ot tls “rn ‘ «> “t a , — tos — ai 4 a “ rigueur. And they just naturally make the exterior look as it ought to Stucco. Pink, blue—oh, such a lot of heavenly blue! Or soft white. Red-tiled roofs, exquisite facades—mile after mile of them, tightly closed against the heat of the day by exquisitely carved doors and lace- like iron grilles, which at the first breath of the dependable cool winds of the after- noon are flung wide, leaving the whole of the austere interiors free to the gaze of the passer-by. It’s all beautiful—beautiful. If you really love beauty you get senti- mental over it and want somehow to cry because it is so uniformly lovely. And right here and now I want to say a good word fora species of humanity which is much in disfavor of late, in America at least. In point of fact I never expected to be able to say a decent thing about the creatures. I thought that they deserved only evil reports, the eviler the more de- served. But for once, as in the case of Mrs. Van Knickerbocker, | was wrong. A good word is due to whatever building interests are developing Habana and her suburbs. Not a Jarring Note Listen to this: They are building on the old lines only! No jarring note occurs. In- deed you can’t tell what is old and what is new, so cleverly has the spirit of old Spain been retained. Even on the outskirts of the city, where a huge suburban development is May 22,1920 But there are about two per capita. And like everything else on the island, they are super super, being one and all jazzed up with a special kind of upholstery which is made and tolerated in no other city in the world. Do you remember the sort of multi- colored embossed near-leather which that desk set poor dear Cousin Emma gave you for Christmas was made of? Well, it was made of a remnant left over from the up- holstery of a Habana flivver. They are so loudly upholstered that you can hear them standing still. Barnum Got There First And that is not the most remarkable thing abcut them. You can ride lickety- split to any point in the city in one of these diminutive circus wagons for twenty cents No, I’m not lying, either; and at that, gas is eighty cents a gallon. Of course this twenty cents’ worth doesn’t take up any of the driver's time at all, because there are no speed laws in Habana. True, there was a speed law once, which declared that a car might go as fast as a mule could run The mule was subsequently killed at Matanzas, and since then nobody had been able to prove anything regarding the en- forcement act. So they introduced traffic cops to handle the situation, and believe me, they are able for it. The Cuban traffic cops are in a class by themselves. They have the manners of grandees and the uni- forms of a comic opera. They carry a complete manicure upon their per- sons, consisting of saber, revolver, gas mask and a few hand grenades; and the equipment is proba- bly necessary in a country where the Boston Tea Party spirit is still more than a political catch phrase and the farm- buy their pen- knives by the yard. Whether the combi- nation of the latest effect in arsenals as worn this season and the extreme courtesy that goes with it is what makes ’em handle the traffic so well or not I can't say. But they are some traffic handlers, and despite the death of the mule and the con- sequent abolition of any speed limit the city has practically no accidents except to the nerves of the drinking tourist. cewpies in their lowest forms and ten- pound boxes of Amer- ican candy are the two other most no- ticeable objects ina city long since picked clean of antiques by set pd ers The Grand Stand, Oriental Park tern city —some bird said that Habana s the most beautiful harbor in the world. i I'll say he said a mouthful. Not that have so extra much harboring my- but if you are a bad sailor—one of ose who get na Morris chair—it will certainly look good to you. But even if you come through undisturbed and regard it with the stony eye of the copy hunter it will look like something that you haven't een since you lay awake in your crib after the light was put out and drifted through the castled lands of romance in company with Jack the Giant Killer and Goldilocks. It is too lovely to be true. Indeed so is the city of Habana; and so, far more, are the olated and ancient cities in the back try. The architecture hasn't been im- proved upon for a little matter of three hundred years; indeed whole streets of lesser houses date back that far. And one feels at that this is because you couldn't improve upon ‘em. The climate won't let you, for one thing. You must live just such a way or get out. Enormously high ceilings, tiled floors and patios are de cone ICK coun once rule of beauty is main- tained, and the most modern villas look as if they had been standing there for a cen tury. The usual up-to-date stuff with its offensive nondes« ript design is « onspicuous by its absence. Long may it stay so! The same bright young feller who pulled the line about Habana— notice the Spanish spelling—about Habana Harbor, said a few words about how clean are the streets of that fair city. And really it is surprising how clean they are when you consider how untidy they are. When all your shops are part of the street, not to mention your cafés being ditto ditto, it’s a wonder that they ever get it cleaned up at all, particu- larly when one considers the traffic. It is the outstanding feature of the city. You can’t help but notice it. If you don’t notice it quickly enough your insurance company will have to make good I suppose it’s against the rules to state how many flivvers exist in the city alone. Anyhow you wouldn't believe me if I told you. You would merely set it down to travelers’ statistics, so what's the use? taking place, the P. T. Barnum and Jenny Lind, whowent there during her American tour. Old man P. T. went toCuba every possible occasion, and didn’t leave a curio behind, as was his thorough going way. The only thing he left behind, as a matter of fact, was a fixed idea of Americans in the mind of the Cuban pop ulation—an impression which the modern Barnums who are bent upon making a sort of disreputable circus of the island have done all too little to mitigate. But of that, as the fellersays. moreanon. Meaning anony mously, per! I say that the above-mentioned Amer- ican staples are the most noticeable things in Habana, and I was going to add “except” when Barnum popped up. I now remark it firmly. Except. Except saloons. Shakspere or somebody once said that you never miss a thing until you want it. I'd like to go him one better and say you never really see a thing until you see it in another person's house. I remember how it was with an old sofa we once had. Mother didn’t want it any more, because we had got some nice new clean furniture and we (Continued on Page 46)

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pI tion the nm. Yet balls all w hours of been is THE Mennen Company Newaan, WJ. USA | SK wiologic al discu THE SATURDAY Continued from Page 44 any longer. It was t in the way and took up a lot of room. Father was for keeping it. He got a lot of comfort out of it, he said, and could put his feet up on it. Also, it fitted his bones. Mother pointed out to him that the new ofa was so well upholstered that he didn’t need to fit his bones into it, and that any- way she was going to give the old one to Aunt Kate. Aunt Kate had a shabby house and she’d probably be glad to have the old thing; and as usual mother had her way. Now when mother paid the ice man a quarter to take the sofa over to Aunt Kate’s after he got all the ice delivered, she thought she had done something quite handsome. With the natural stinginess of childhood we kids thought so too. We thought that as it had always been the parlor sofa therefore it must be too good to give away. Particularly as no one had asked our opinion in the matter, though it was morally our sofa, too, in view of the fact that we were admittedly part of the family. So we were rather sore about the high-handed method of its disposal. I was, 1 know. Until I saw the sofa in Aunt Kate’s dining room. Funny thing, but as soon as I saw it there, some three months after its installa- tion, I realized what a shabby, dirty piece of furniture it was, and how we really ought to have let the ash man take it away instead of wishing it on mommer’s weaker, younger sister. Do you get it? T'll say you do! Now a mere female woman and a lady like myself cannot profess to any real knowledge of saloons and keep her char- acter. But all my life I have passed by saloons. You couldn’t go a block in our town and fail in doing so. Also, like many other members of many other best fam- ilies, I am not unfamiliar with the sight of wine on a dinner table or even of a cock- tail before dinner; nor have I worn smoked glasses when dining in public places these ten years past. Then, too, there was Great- uncle Joshua. In other words I knew that the Demon Rum was received by all circles of society with more or less openness; that his presence was, save by a_ vigorous minority, taken for granted. I am no prude. I did not, I confess, entertain any serious objection to him except in abstract ions, when I mildly op- posed him in theory. And when prohibi- tion came it was to me and my household merely one more law to accept, principally because it was a law. And that was about all there was to my attitude regarding prohibition really need it didn t Undesirable Visitors Except, of course, that I watched with interest for what would happen to the restaurant life of our big cities as a conse- quence of it. The increased gayety of all but the purely drinking places was a matter for mild surprise. We Americans adjust ourselves to a change of conditions with a rapidity and ease which is as amazing as it unconsclous, And it wasn’t until I saw the old sofa in Aunt Kate’s house that I was shocked by its habbines 3. I don’t believe I ever saw a saloon until I saw a Habana café. There is only one phrase which adequately the emotion of the ave rage decent tourist upon seeing the Habana cafés for the first time through the perspective which a year of American prohibition provides— absolutely hocking. It is absolutely shocking—a distinct shock. And that is not intended as humor, either. It is not that these cafés, which occupy all the most prominent sites on every cor- ner and along the side streets, are dis- orderly. They are not. If any disorder occurs—I say it with shame, mortification and regret—it is almost invariably Amer- icans who make it. It is the mere fact of the existence of the saloon itself which is shockir g. It looks sordid and ugly and well, shocking. I can only say it again. The Cubans themselves are a very tem- perate people. Time and again I have seen a group of Cubans or Spaniards sitting at a table with glasses of pineapple juice or de- licious water ices made of other native fruits, occupied in political dis- CUSSIONS al urrounded by tables of noisy Americans. It’s a very serious situation for Cuba; and there is no use pretending it n't. The which the casual gets from this literally wide-open expresses mpression EVENING POST town is a bad one. And most tourists are casual. They stay over one boat and think they have seen Cuba— whereas they have seen only Americanized Habana. But they spread an unsavory word about the place broadcast. I had a talk one day with a Cuban gentle- man who holds a high position in the local affairs of state. A splendid man, typical of the fine spirit which is the real Cuba the one which so very recently shed blood for her freedom, and is desperately strug- gling to maintain those ideals for which such sacrifices were made, “What are you going to do about it IT asked. ‘Are you going to allow this con- dition to go on—drinking, racing, licensed gambling—everything? What are you going to do about it?” He threw up his hands in a gesture ex- pressive of confusion. “Give us a little time!” he begged. “Tt’s all happened since your prohibition became a fact. It has dumped these unde- sirables upon us and taken us by surprise. We shall have to regulate the drinking eventually, of course.” I retorted: ‘“‘Then why not now?” 9” The Waif of the Malacon But he couldn’t just say. Yet it has to be done; even a mere womanly woman can see that without a guide.’ This right off the bat, from a casual stroll down the Prado, too. After I had changed from my traveling things to a sports suit of lavender chiffon and a sports hat of tulle and feathers and given the cathedrals and tourist shops the once or twice over, I got out my trusty notebook—the information given herewith is drawn from sources which we believe to be reliable—and my more or less trusty fountain pen and, joining forces with a substantial stockbroking friend and his wife, prepared *o dig into the night life of the city and jot down a few hot notes for that big book of mine. My friends were properly impressed at being party to the beginnings of this im- portant work of American art, and declared themselves prepared to see me through the worst that I could find. I had by this time rather weakened on a purely Cuban story. The Cubans whom I had met thus far—twenty-four hours since landing—seemed an awfully decent sort. But I had not as yet seen them after dark. “Surely when the bright lights begin to burn,” thought I, “‘I shall discover some satisfactorily iniquitous background in which to set Little Ramona, the Waif of the Malacon with hibiscus in her hair, inno- cence in her bosom, a first-class embroid- ered shawl from O'Reilly Street and a cruel mother who wants to sell her to a cock fighter.”” Only by now I had about decided to make the fighter an American race-track man. And so, having eaten a perfectly good near-New York dinner at one of the several perfectly good near-New York hotels which have only a slight Spanish accent to their get-up, my friends and I set forth like the bear that went over the mountain. We at once stubbed our errant toes upon one of the chief difficulties which come of traveling in a foreign country armed only with a traveler’s check book and a pocket dictionary. We had scorned using the hotel interpreter; we didn’t wish or intend to see any of the stuff which is planted for tourists. No table-d'hoéte peep shows or factory-turned fandangos for ours. We were out to see the real thing, be it what it might, if you get me, and we were as stead- fastly unanimous as a close-corporation stockholders’ meeting in holding out against paying two dollars an hour to be shown what anybody else with two dollars could see again to-morrow. Not us! We ventured bravely forth, a daring trio, into the white lights of the sleepless Prado; and there came to an undecided halt. “Well, where do we go from here?” I asked brightly. You see, being, as I have hinted, a thoroughly womanly woman I had relied upon the male member of the party to locate a little vice during the after- noon when he had been let out alone. But he failed to come across, though he claimed to have made a conscientious effort, and to realize that a literary artist is practically shockproof, and all that. I began to doubt if he would make a satisfactory addition to the permanent American colony. But his wife wasn’t so slow. They sel- dom are. She at least had a suggestion. 1 COCK May 22,1920 “T understand from the porter at our hotel that there is to be a magnificent wed- ding in Santo Columbo Cathedral to-night,” she said, “and that anyone can go. I really think you ought to see it.” Vell, this wasn’t quite the line I had expected to check up on that night, but as I had no come-back | assented. After all, if I was to marry little Ramona to the racing millionaire I ought to see how it was done ad la Cubana. “Allright,” ITagreed. ‘“Let’s go!” And forthwith charged down upon one of the mule-breaking flivvers—an unusually na tive specimen it was, completely smothered in leather Hamburg work. We piled in as it paused in its flight. “Santo Columbo!” I ordered in my best Spanish—brief and to the point, with no words wasted or anything. And the fear less patriot at the wheel actually understood me. Or so it seemed, for he dug his spurs into the accelerator and we were off at not more than ninety miles an hour for almost a tenth of an hour, while I lay back on the embossing and allowed my companions to admire the way in which my drop of Span ish blood enabled me to handle these fellows But hardly had they expressed themselves adequately before we came to a skillful halt one-eighth of an inch behind another jitney in front of an enormous saloon—one of the biggest, most open-faced that I had seen as yet. Something was wrong—all wrong We protested in chorus. “Santo Columbo!” said our chauffeur with a tone of finality. “No, no! Churcha—prayer—cathedral!”’ I clamored. ‘Don’t you get me? Matri- mono, at the churcho! Columbo!” “Santo Columbo!” he repeated ruth- lessly, pointing to the sign. #4 And he was right. Even we could read it. We looked at each other helplessly. Then my friend the broker, being by trade and nature a man of resource, had a brilliant idea, “‘Let’s go back to the hotel and buy a postcard of the cathedral,” he suggested, “and show it to him.” The Elusive Wedding So we poked the willing creature in the back, called the hotel's name, and more, after successfully hurdling two cor- ners and a hydrant, landed in perfect safety before our hostelry. With a leap like a—a curb broker, my friend descended, and in another instant had returned with two and a half cents’ worth of pictured cathedral; really a very good likeness it was, too, for the money. “There!” I said, not only showing it to the chauffeur but pointing to it. “‘Take us there— marriage — ferhiracht wedding, matrimono!”’ “Ah! Matrimono!” exclaimed the flower of the caballerio automatos, a great light of understanding breaking over him. “Esure, Carmelo!” once esure! Well, we let it go at that, and climbed in again. And off we drove. And off and off. Miles of it. “I don’t think it’s this way,”’ remarked Mister Broker, as Dickens would have called him. “I’m sure this isn’t the way.” And he was right. It wasn’t. After a skim—I can hardly call it a ride—after a skim along the Malacon and out for a mile or two on a highroad which let us observe the sea of frothed sapphire under a really first-class tropical moon, the heavenly scented night wind taking the breath out of our nostrils, we came to the usual smooth yet abrupt stop before—before an Amer- ican roadhouse. “Car remarked the chauffeur laconically. It was inevitable. We resigned ourselves to Fate. We were Amer- ican tourists and the chauffeur knew it. No use trying to fool him with expressions of a desire to see the cathedral. He knew better and. he could prove it. Without further protest we descended. The chauffeur be took himself to a Spanish edition de looks of our roadhouse, which was situated across the way, there to spend the waiting charges on pineapple water ices, while we ascended to the drear old familiar atmosphere on the second story of this little bit of Broadway in the tropics. And there it was—the resurrection of the days that are no more. I had thought the present-day cafés at home were fairly lively with their improved dancing, improved food—for the sober demand it—improved shows—improved for the same reason and the gladsome crowds that go home at (Continued on Page 49) melo—matrimono,

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ot a — a a tn —ee, Om na, a —— ase ™ = —— Le eee ST gt _— et ee ey ates, ———— a Continued from Page 46) lve o'clock and wake up next morning without a headache. But here was the real thing. And though distinctly un-Cuban, mighty interesting for that very reason The great American invasion was at its mi inigl t headquarters From eleven until dawn they sit and weep into their drinks while a quartet works in the closest possible harmony over the indisputable fact that twe No matter where I ro-ham, I want to go back home. If you re from ID é or Connecticut or East Aurora ) ou’ ll under-sta hand! ‘Ain’t it the truth, Mabel,” sobbed the ish nearest to us But he didn’t add anything about his return ticket, and I felt no regrets at the omission To relieve the monotony of heart stuff, we had personal-attention songs, just like the old days out at the Ship at Los Angeles, where the singer stands in front of your table and tunefully suggests that you ‘lu-hove him to death.”” Death is right. But it unfortunately seldom occurs as and instantaneously as one could desire, It was a lovely, all-American resort, fre quented by well, by the kind of Americans who love their country so that they are never so happy as when weeping into an nk over its unrivaled greatness. Of course the world contains a whole | of such people. Our own country was ful alk oholie dri of these very same ones untill la ly so much in the ome towns that t January. Only they are fortunate minority in Our various they are conspicuous chiefly because of their difference from the average respect able eitizen. lr ( uba Just now one ees them en masse. The birds of a feather have flocked together, and, believe me, they make quite some ck lL only nope the Cubans ya ‘t think we are all like that, hbecayse f they do what else tl ey think probably couldn’t be translated. And though Little Ramona gained nothing from my evening's work I could not count the time wasted; it was like suddenly coming upon an enor mous flock of pelicans—or wild geese is ppier comparison, It Was a perhaps a hi bunch of birds you don’t often see any more. Certainly never at any time in such a large flock, and undoubtedly the species is bound to join the dodoes before very long. The Rumhounds Did It Before leaving these increasingly rare { x reatures to the end which they a Jature are cutting out for themselves, allow me to immortalize literary or at any rate printed form one or two salient facts con- erning them. The whole flock of consun ers and suppliers which has descended upon the otherwise delightful « ty of abana 1 headed for a fall If Cuba goe dry the rumhounds will have done it themselve by abuse—Jjust as they have been the real prohibitionist everywhere The capital that has betaken itself down there for the purpose, more or less veiled, of promoting gambling, liquor and all the et ceteras it an think up is bound through excess to lestroy the very thing it purposes to ex ploit. This tatement 1s no like senti- mental wail, either. It is based upon a tty careful study of what happened to Seattle under a similar boom and of the New Orleans flivver along the same lines. And this prediction is strongly backed up some of ¢ mer! n Cuba na e Cubans; and I’ ay the best are mig! good. The ady eXi a strong ele ment of opposition to becoming a sort of pool for our cast-off scum of popula- on, and a strong fight will be made to re alr f ean things up, I have no doubt. Cuba is a mighty young, inexperienced epublic, ma ht to get feet mi¢ art! I tne ; . And { ] ' n the Estad Unidos as a sort of big tr Gosh! I sure hate to thi we ire Wi iz on to her all our old lushes and ce protitee our expatrioteers, a I ght call them. But Canada won't take ‘em, Mexico wings ’em on the border, and they won’t stay home. Somebody will have to do something about it pretty soon or that city of Habana will open so wide hat will just naturally split. Being a mere female woman, I, of course, don’t know vhat is to be done, or how. But ir spite of heing a woman, or perhaps because of it, I know a me when I see it, and am pos ed of a strong desire to have it cleaned That our native ” hnould go forth THE SATURDAY into the world with their enterprises and everything is a swell idea; but the ones which are cutting the most prominent dash in Cuba just now are not the sort of Amer icans who made America, but samples of some of the sort America has unfortunately made. And it is an unnatural, unstable condition which enables these undesirables to overshadow in the eyes of the world the far larger and more permanent crowd of perfectly good American business men who are doing legitimate work down there. Funny thing, isn’t it, how the poor ones always make more of a splash than the regular fellows? But ain’t it the truth that they do—just as in the well-known case of eggs? You are not likely to hunt out the good ones if there is a noticeable odor—do you get me? And Hamlet’s astute remark concerning the instinctive reaction of his olfactory nerves to his home town sure ap plies to the otherwise highly sanitary city of Habana. The landing jag is a less important institution, down there, than the chamber of commerce. But it’s a whole lot more conspicuous, The evening having failed to develop any P vice, tle Ramona seemed in a fair way to be forced into a dull bourgeoise background for lack of those sordid sur roundings for which I had hoped, unless indeed I decided to change her into an American show-girl. What, then, todo? I suddenly bethought me to question the charming chamberman who brought my breakfast coffee to my room each morning as soon as I had removed my r muffs and other too intimate evidences of recent slumber. Not that he minded them, but I did. But after twenty minutes of earnest questioning all I could get out of him was a polite ‘Dp pensa mi, enora.”’ The Ear Muffs Prove Useful “All right, I'll dispense with you,” I agreed, And forthwith I descended to consult with the hotel clerk—the only other person in the place who was up and dressed by now all the rest of the population hav- ing just gone to bed. I figured that when the jazz bands quit at four-thirty A. M. the thousands of roosters who, along with the other sporting characters, inhabit this most urban of cities, take up the tune. When the roosters give it up from sheer exhaustion the athletes of the town, who are addicted to playing handball in a most audible fashion, go to it. After they drop dead from fatigue you get a little sleep—say from seven-thirty to ten if a stranger in the city, or from seven-thirty to four if a native. Then you wake up and he gin all ver again. Hence the ear muffs. No hould be without them nyways, I got a list of what every uld from the wakeful cler} ‘ traveler Well, : Visitor should see And though I saw some phle ymatic races at a marvelously beautiful park, and a million dollar Monte Carlo Junior, which has beer erecte lon the trength of atl irty-one-vear concession or whatever you cal the Cuban Government has granted, I saw no ng that would help my story That gambling law, by the way, is not going to slow down the speed limit much Anybody who invests a hundred and fifty thousand dollars in the plant can have a little gambling hell of his own from now or until baby is thirty-one. It is a law which already is proving a bone of contention among the many little cliques of politicians There is something gosh-awful tena cious about us au hors when we are alter material. If we are looking for a certair thing we will keep after it until we find it, every if we to invent it. An oin the lf and Little Ramona. After a five-day scrutiny of Habana an a thorough examination of modern real case of my a € ate improvement moder? roulette layouts, American horse rac with the ng icine of New Orleans and Mor Parl missing, and other transplanted bits of Broadway general] I sat me dow think heavily. That's why I sat instead pa ing the floor, as do mat y lighter thinker In my profes ion. And it was a seri quarter of an hour. Here I had spent a whole lot of money to get to the darn place with a full intention of seeing Cuba. And 0 far I iad seen only a superficial overla of rococo Americanism The only Cubar things | ft exposed to view were the arch tecture and the game of pelota at the Jai-Alai, a strange Latin form ourt tennis, as skillful as it noisy, ar elleve me, that is saying a lot, particular is a na ‘ band which outjazze iny other The EVENING POST A SUDDEN R INDICATES TRE STOP AND INVES ACOGL MOTOR CAUSES GASOLINE WASTE & OTOMETER IX thousand Boyce Moto-Meters are sold every day. 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FIRST to win the approval of industry : FIRST using an inexpensive bare renewal link for restoring a blown fuse to its o1 iginal efficiency to be \pproved in all Capacities by the Underwriters’ Laboratories. ‘ loss, For sale by all leading electrical jobbers and dealers. Economy Fuse & Mfg. Co. CHICAGO, ILL., U. S. A. Economy Fuses are also made in Canada at Montreal on earth shrieks and throbs in accord with the yells of the gamblers, who can bet sixty ways to the dozen on this remarkable in- door sport. Well, anyway, I thoroughly pondered | these undeniable facts well. And the more I pondered them the less I liked them, the | same as a woman with a new hat that she | bought because she was tired. It’s an aw- And as I sat and thought I got an idea. I really don’t know how I do these things—-theyv just come to me out of the ether or my notebook or some place. And the idea was this: Habana is not Cuba! There! I got it just like that, italics and | all! Habana is no more Cuba than New | York is America, thank the good Lord! | And right on top of this remarkable brain- work I pulled another piece of acrobatic | thinking. Suppose a Cuban were to see only New York, what would he think of America? I leave it to you. I refuse to commit myself. But any intelligent reader will get me at once. So don’t let yourself out. Then I conceived the right idea. Little Ramona would be a country girl. I would get me an automobile and all the necessary dope for my big effort would be gathered from the hedges and the shade of the sheltering palm. By the way, where do you suppose that sheltering-palm lyric started from? strongly suspect that it was written in the lobby of some big hotel where they doa little sheltering. But I have yet to see a | palm do any sheltering on its native heath. In point of fact sheltering is the last thing it does, speaking literally. If you want a | palm to shelter you you must first chop it down and tear its leaves out by the roots, when it will make a very presentable and | trustworthy thatch which will and does shelter many a hacienda. But a palm will | never, never give any shelter of its own free will. This is one of the things which strike one most fore’bly upon taking one’s initial trip out of the City of Beautiful Houses. When I come to make a word picture of the back country of Cuba I am up against it. Slang, much less Engli h, cannot de- scribe it It’s got to be seen to be believed, that’s all. And it’s a dog-gone shame that the country is not threaded with good auto- mobile roads. If it were it would be the most famous motoring country anywhere round. It can’t be beat for looks. The scenery is so professional that you get a feeling of utter unreality from its gaunt, rather terrible beauty. It has an unex- plored look, due perhaps to the fact that tourists have not yet shopworn it at all. And how can they, with so few roads that are fit to travel on, and a railway system belonging to the sugar interests, which railway refuses to carry the mere passenger if sugar happens to want the right of way just then? More roads, Cuba! Passenger- | carrying trains, Cuba! Please! Thrifty Planters The great valleys decorated with palms, laden with mile upon mile of sugar cane and forests of tobacco, are only a third, or less, developed. The strange mountains, towering in fantastic shapes, are full of copper and silver, and nobody can get at ‘em! Gee, if I was a boy and twenty-cne I'd go to the backwoods of Cuba~— if only somebody would build a road to get there on first. Or I might go and build it myself. | Great stuff! The road to Matanzas is beautiful and in good repair, and the town the most poverty-stricken in appearance that can well be imagined. All the little villages on the way there, with their picturesque churches, their saddle shops and cafés, look poverty-stricken too. But are they? They are not. Not since sugar went from two and a half cents to twelve. But your real Cuban is a thrifty soul. There is cne American vice which has not as yet been imported— that is spending. When the Cuban small farmer makes money he saves it. From all evidences I would say that he buys just two things—a sewing machine and a phonograph. Then he Stops and keeps putting the rest in the bank. Meanwhile he and his family go on living in a two-room house with a dirt floor and a palm-thatched roof, which accom- modations are usually shared by a savory assortment of livestock on the hoof. But why should he change? Have not his people been living in the same way for a | couple of hundred years? They sure have. May 22,1920 Then he should worry! What was good enough for poppa is ditto for him. Very uncivilized and old-fashioned, of course. And the silly creature keeps it up to a point where he is a person of real substance. And on this plan, so much less modern than our buy-it-before-it-goes-up-again method, it doesn’t take him long to lay by something he can really put his teeth into. A mighty fine example of just this was pointed out to me by a Cuban friend who had accompanied me on one of my motor explorations. The object of interest was seated upon his steed —a lesser word would not do his figure justice—seated on his steed, the while he oversaw the cutting of a few caballeri of cane. The planter was dressed in old white cotton coat and pants and his legs were bound up in distinctly homemade putties. On his head was a weather-beaten Panama hat—the sure sign of a hick in Cuba—and he had neither tie nor belt. Yet despite the evi- dent poverty of his clothes he was a com- manding figure. “Last year,”” my informant said, “he came to me and asked if I thought banks were a safe place in which to put one’s money. After I had reassured him upon this score he glanced round to make sure we were unobserved, and then drew forth a wallet from which he produced two checks payable to him, one of seventy-two thousand dollars and one of sixty-three thousand dollars, besides a little matter of twenty thousand-odd dollars in cash. There is your poverty-stricken Cuban farmer for you! His daughter is at this moment in one of your New York’s most fashionable schools. In the matter of edu- cation for their children they are as liberal as they are close on what they regard as unessentials.” Sudden Fortunes And I was led to believe on good au- thority that the man was typical. He was the fourth generation to farm his piece some ninety acres. And the disintegration of our sugar board, or the mere existence of our sugar board, did the trick, I’m not just sure which. But it was sugar—sugar which you just sit down and watch grow and which needs replanting only once every fifteen aios. The darn thing comes up every year just like asparagus, only more so, Of course, then and there I decided that Little Ramona, the Hibiscus of the Haci- enda, should switch to a planter for a parent. It was new, crude, powerful stuff And naturally in view of this decision I began to ask a few questions about sugar. It’s no news to anybody that a lot of money has been made in sugar; Cuban preferred. But it might be interesting to slip out the fact as to how and where. As to why, the trust alone knows. The scribe can but record the fact that in 1917 there was a hurdle from 214 to seven cents and the elevator is still working, week be- fore last the price being twelve cents. And all this for an unrefined, indeed distinctly vulgar-looking brown mess called raw sugar. Why the leap occurred I no more under- stand than I understand why is a mouse when it spins? Probably because at one time or another everybody in Cuba from the elevator boy to a famous Canadian owner has told me the one and only ex- planation, and no two of these explana- tions jibed. But on the matter of how, they all agree. And the enormous and sudden increase of wealth in the island, which enables the Cubans to buy the big- gest number of big diamonds of any country in the world, is on a far more equable basis of distribution than is usual. What I am trying to get at in my womanly way is this: Cuba is really rich because some hundreds of her inhabitants who prior to 1916 had nothing— literally nothing —now find themselves possessed of neat fortunes ranging anywhere from fifty thousand to three hundred thousand dol- lars; and believe me that will give any nation quite a spurt. And the way they got it was thus: When the mysterious rise was strongly rumored a perfect horde of hitherto good-for- naughts who had been hanging round the Habana cafés saw the chance to make a clean-up at the cost of a little work. A big capitalist, very often Canadian or Amer- ican, would take up a partition of sugar land on a long lease. It’s hard to buy these (Concluded on Page §3)

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oy * ~~ a = Og A ey me ~ per = ei os _ a (Concluded from Page 50) lands, as the native is loath to sell the ground from under his feet. This rented property would then be subdivided by the lessee, and the Habana gang jumped in and worked the subdivisions on a fifty-fifty basis, the capitalist furnishing the equip- ment. Cane was planted, and—presto!— first thing you knew a lot of fellows who had had nothing but a willingness to sit and watch the cane grow were possessed of moderate fortunes and in many cases a taste for work, while the capitalists, as is their habit, got off a long way ahead. Some of the big fellows, of course, were Cubans, and so here you have a bunch of new for- tunes where none grew before and a lot of already large ones suddenly heavily aug- mented. But which came first, the chicken or the egg, don’t ask me! It’s what—no pun intended—I might calla novel situation. You can see for your- self the possibilities for working one of those ex-gunmen into a fine, zippy, bang-up story as strong as— as garlic! But don’t get away with any wild idea that because Cuba is making money out of sugar that she is buying it any cheaper. Not by a darn sight. Mister Average Cuban Citizen is paying twenty-four cents a pound for as dirty sugar as any of our own markets can boast of, and the ostensible reason for this is the fact that it is all im- ported. No joke, it is. There are all of two sugar refineries on the island, the rest is shipped raw to the little old U.S. A. And then shipped back, making a double duty and a lot of business for someone— not being a lady muckri ak er I couldn't say just who; or is it whom? And the so-called shortage is felt in con- sequence, even by the confectionery shops, where there ain't no such anim il as a candy rabbit or a ramping éclair. But country life in Cuba is a great thing, if you take it right. I mean not only from the hard commercial point of view but from the romantic standpoint. Why Prices are High One day we went to Mariel, a fairy sea- port of surpassing loveliness, with blue dream mountains fading from an opal bay, and lunched there with a gentleman who was, I am convinced, written by Conrad. A strange man, charming in spite of him- self, who loved trees better than people, and who fed us viands which were deserv- ing of that stately term; unfamiliar fish; a salad made from the heart of the royal palm and olives; oranges softened in sugar so that the whole fruit, skin and all, could be eaten with a spoon. There was charm and quiet and smolder- ing romance in the place. And it was a thousand times more Cuban than the Prado. But living is not cheap, even in the re- mote districts where tastes are less exact- ing. And as a matter of fact one of the biggest howls that tourists put up is about prices. And I'll say right now that it’s the truth that Habana is almost as expensive as Atlantic City. Nor is the reason hard to find, as the well-known opening says. It all goes back to the same source as the pass- port trouble. You have, as I found out by diligent inquiry, you have to get a passport to go to Cuba because Cuba is a foreign country. We have had a childish attitude toward her so long now that we sometimes overlook that little fact. And being a foreign country there is a duty on every darn thing that comes in. And everything is right. Milk, eggs, butter, tablecloths, builders’ hardware, shoes, rice, underwear, diamonds,.teddy bears and chessmen all come from somewhere else— principally the States. Cuba produces nothing except sugar, tobacco, headaches and statesmen. Suppose we folks at home lived on im- ported cheese, sausage, marmalade, and wore only Paris dresses and English suits; wouldn’t it cost usa few? I'll say it would! And so how the what-no-lady-would-say do you expect Cuba to be a cheap joint? I’m not subsidized by the hotels, either, but I will say that what I heard about prices and what I actually paid was nguch the same experience as I had that first and only time I went in to see Barnum’s cherry- colored cat. In other words, the hearsay was an exaggeration of a fairly normal condition. Sure, things are high. Why wouldn't they be? And it is also true that the aver- age tourist is often gypped. I have even heard of the same thing happening in im- peccable America. The dishonest Cuban is just about as dishonest as the dishonest American, Frenchman or Englishman or what-you-please-man. I'll just slide a peach of an illustration in here of what I mean when I say that it’s more than fifty- fifty good and bad in Latin countries. It’s nearer seventy-five per cent on the right side. You can very likely triplicate the first part of the following incident in your own state and county, but I doubt if you can even duplicate its ending. The Chauffeur Stands Treat We had driven, some American friends and I, to a little back country village and stopped at an inn far-famed for its beauty and its drinks. We ordered; and the meal was wretched. Impossible, in fact; and the price exorbitant. Our chauffeur, a Cuban, and a nice chap, said nothing to our complaints. We went next to a small café by the roadside, and when again we were overcharged for impossibly bad serv- ice he still said nothing, but I caught sight of his face. The look of chagrin upon it arrested my attention. Halfway home he stopped the machine before a diminutive shack and suggested that we try the cakes and coffee, which he recommended as un surpassed. And though it was a spot at which, uninformed, we would never have dreamed of stopping, we were half starved by then, and complied. The refreshment was all that our chauf- feur had promised, and when we were done Mister Broker put his hand into his pocket with a groan. “Ask him how much?” he instructed the chauffeur, pointing to the proprietor. But nothing doing. With a single ges ture that contained all the grace and gallantry of old Spain the money was re used. “Your money is no good here!”’ said our chauffeur. With a sentence and a sweep of his hand he was atoning for his compatriots’ abuse of us. We got it. It registered. And he didn’t add it on to our bus hire, either! Believe me, our little chauffeur was by far more typical of his race than the two roadhouse proprietors were. I immediately thought he would be excellent material for Little Ramona’s lover—the one who was to win her in the end despite the villain and the income tax. That is to say, I would have if I had not abandoned the project of writing that big, strong book. The idea had somehow grown cold. After all, perhaps it is not yet time for me to do my best work. Marana por la manana—or something. And then, nobody is expected to do their best work until they are at least ten years older than they are at present. And also Cuba isn’t intrinsically wicked enough to furnish the necessary background. Take it all in all, I believe I will do a juvenile instead and call it Five Little Government Bonds and How They Grew! THE SATURDAY EVENING POST WE MAKE THE PLYMOUTH HEEL FOR YOU And the shoe manufacturer and retailer approve of our policy: The Plymouth is not. made up to quantity primarily or down to price.It is made to suit the user. Therefore the shoe it is on will satisfy him. Tough and long wearing ~ vielding but with the right lear of firmness. And with the correct. touch of style. A sign of value in the shoe you buy. PLYMOUTH RUBBER HEEL PLYMOUTH RUBBER CO. BOSTON MASS.

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST omy Dauh ae woul e When Your Springs Break put on CAN The Replacement Spring wt When you bought your car, you perhaps took the springs for granted — Who made them? When they break, cheer up with the knowledge that thousands of good dealers carry genuine VULCAN springs in stock, an exact duplicate of yours probably included, but with VULCAN stamina inbuilt. al Our metal nameplate on every genuine VULCAN spring. Take no other. \ JENKINS VULCAN \F . SPRING COMPANY > appeared in a riot, striking at one another. In dou Every Town’ Jor Every Car mnamitiaia aa Dae ins tesa Factory, Richmond, Indiana of Branches: Atlanta, Ga. Kansas City, Mo. Boston, Mass. Minneapolis, Minn. Dallas, Tex. Reading, Pa. Richmond, Va. (OS SRY AR RR Ao | | voleanic ashes. May 22,1920 gy taking the Earth om figin=By Enos A. Mills “ = . - % ~ a . ~~ ° 4 _ oe os: Rainbow Falls, Ausable Chasm HILE I was visiting the first settler in the Missouri Valley a spring wind moved parts of the earth and things anchored in it. Spring seeding was | just finished and the fields were pulverized | anddry. The air was fuli of dust, and sand was drifting like winter’s snow. Real- estate transfers were rushing. In places entire acres of furrow-deep, rich, sandy-loam seeded fields were blown out and drifted or seattered over fields to the leeward. Centuries before the wind had enriched the soil of this and adjacent states with As the wind went into high gear the old settler was reminded of an early-day windstorm which he said “tore up the earth, threw this to right and left and into the air, knocked the water out of the river, and blew over trees that never blew over be fore.”’ The wild behavior of a number of trees in the wind before the window indicated that several might do something they had never done before. Through the whirling dust screen the trees The henhouse of my host also flew to lee- ward, while the chickens, with dignity thrown to the winds, took off on lines of least resistance, frequently wrong side up, Suddenly the wind went into low and the rain began to fall perhaps as it had never | surface water; There was a flood, a rush of this was to the windward and it was laden with real estate recently transferred by the wind, and other asso ciated soil. This large farm was being broken up fallen before. * property A mass of two hundred heeled-in young apple trees were guilied out and the trees carried through the line fence. A _ calf- pasture fence was nbt a fixture and it ac- companied the calf into the neighbor’s orchard. Halloweea youths had never wrought such confusion. When the storm ended my host and his neighbor each pos- sessed real estate anil other property with debatable titles. Neither could hold a number of these possessions without the consent of the othe r, nor recover treasures from across the line fence without the per- mission of the other.. But these two farm- ers were real neighbors; they had prospered and enjoyed life through coéperation. When I left to take the train they were merrily debating property rights without “clubs or lawyers,” and trying to deter- mine the ownership of certain pieces of whose titles and transfers had been irregular and arnusingly complicated by a said party— the wind The wind is steadily wearing away the surface of the earth. All the land surfaces are regularly swept and often scoured by the wind’s steel brush. The wind works alternately with rain and running water in lowering the surface of the earth. As an erosive factor in developing the cajfions, hills and valleys and plains of the earth it is next to running water. The wind moves all unanchored sand, sediments and gravel. A sand-laden wind rasps like sandpaper; is a terrific sand blast; it is working with edge tools and is a fluent Continued on Page 57)

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Rex 7-S Mixer at work on large housing project THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Today there are 121 families for every 100 dwellings in the United States. More than a million houses are needed imme- diately, estimates the U. S. Dept. of Labor. Many manufacturers, recognizing that contentment and increased productivity are the result of well-housed workers, are launching industrial housing projects. One of the latest and most important of these projects is that at Marysville, Mich- igan, where a village of 500 inhabitants is being transformed into a city which will ultimately house 100,000 people. When the Wills-Lee Corporation commis- sioned the Walbridge-Aldinger Company, Detroit contractors, to build a large new automobile plant and the first unit of 1,000 homes at Marysville, they empha- sized one fact—Speed! Illustration shows the ease of charging and discharging the Rex Mixers Building the Homes of America Accordingly, Mr. Aldinger at once set about gathering together the most efficient construction equipment. His past experi- ence with Rex Mixers, extending back to 1909, had revealed their dependable and speedy operation in mixing concrete. It was but natural, then, that his first step in this new contract should be the order- ing of 10 additional Rex Concrete Mixers. Thus, at Marysville, as elsewhere, Rex Mixers are in predominance for mixing concrete for basements, foundations, curbs and gutters, and for the 220 miles of concrete sidewalks now planned. Whether for massive structures of industry, housing projects, or smaller concrete con- struction work, Rex Mixers have demon- strated their speed, economy and long life. And their use is steadily growing. XE AND PAVERS Rex Chains, Rex Traveling Water Screens Rex Sprockets, Rex Elevators and Conveyors CHAIN BELT COMPANY, MILWAUKEE Branch Offices and Representatives in Principal Cities in the United States and Abroad Rex Building Mix- ers are made in the following sizes— 4-S, 7-S, 14-8, 21-8 and 28-S; Rex Pav- ing Mixers are made in 10-E, 14-E and 21-E sizes, the num- bers referring to cubic foot capacity of mixed concrete - All Rex Pavers and Building Mixers are equipped with Rex Chain

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~ Ee > a Continued from Page 54) gouging machine. Winds thus equipped make topography, are sculptors and have helped to shape the natural bridges, the mountain the picturesque rocks, the striking monoliths and a thousand forms of the statuary of Nature that is scattered and grouped over every land. The wind not only loosens and dislodges particles in the earth’s surface, but it often transports eed ed material long distances. Tons of dust are sometimes blown hundreds of miles. A single windstorm has blockaded a railroad track with carloads of sand. A million tons of dust and other flying material has been taken up in one storm, carried afar and sifted down. Many areas in the United States have been enriched with earthy cargoes carried by tides and currents of air. Windstorms frequently seize the rich and idle Sahara sands, rush these across the sea, over international boundary lines, and then, hundreds of miles distant, drop them as contributions upon the thin-worn soil of Europe. One segment of China, larger than all France, is deeply, richly overlaid with wind-blown soil. For ages the west winds brought this from Cen- tral Asia. This annual film of yellow dust gave generous fertility to the land of the great moguls. Though for centuries the Yellow River has been carrying this away and building a broad delta into the Yellow Sea, the soil, still rich with west-wind spoils, feeds a crowded population. passes, A Nevada Dust Storm While heart of a Nevada desert I aw a seething, sky-filling dust storm bear- A desert dust storm is in the ing down upon me a scourge, often deadly. I was in the dusty level old lake bottom of Lahontan. But one of the precipitous and towering moun- tains th at pierce thi lake bed rose high and teeply by my side. I tried to escape the sot of the storm by climbing. The storm fro wept wildly forward like a vast saiiain Tat ae filled the western sky from horizon to horizon. Its lower wet was an enormous bre iker of rol ing, splashing sand. Its upper part iled ond saued bia into the heaver like a burning oil tank. With the lower part ahead of the upper it rushed forward After climbing a few hundred feet I turned to see its front before it swept over. Its base was violent dashing the dark and into the air and above this the lighter dust swarmed tl It ripped against the cliff and swirled round me. With hand- kerchief over my face and half smothered I climbed. The storm tore below. Not until about two thousand feet above the desert floor did I get above the current of the torm, and even at tl height the fine dust filled the air I was in a moister sone, among pines, and on coming to a trickle of a spring I lay down to wait for the storm to * “K ° A Big One in the Sierras Gorge of the Columbia River pass. The moving, dust-stirring pageant was twenty-four bouts in passing. Many a desert caravan has been caught and buried forever by a smothering sand storm. Many atime I have endured one of these withering blasts for hours. The closest call Lever had of becoming a desert fossil was on the Painted Desert not many miles from the Grand Cajon. After thirty- six choking, thirsty hours in a sleeping bag I crawled out and found myself almost sealed in one end of a new-formed sand dune that was more than two hundred feet long and three to eight feet deep. Numbers of fossils have recently been found of animals buried in wind-blown sand. These were discovered singly and in groups. Four wild hogs were dug out that had huddled together. Several wild horses ages ago sought shelter from a desert storm together in the lee of a butte, is the news story told by their grouped fossil The Wind as a Scene Shifter Geological records show that the desert mas ever had large land holdings—about one-fifth of the solid surface of the earth. This is about the present desert area, Des- ert winds often bury th their dust and sand, but more often they uncover or erode with their battering sand blast On a Nevada desert I saw a long-buried fossil lak e a salt be osit, having its covering of sand and shale slowly, completely ripped off The ened of other ages had buried this. Elsewhere in the Nevada desert I hill of recently piled sand that was more than two hundred feet high and half a mile long. ncereased dry ness over vast area tral Asia some thousands of years ago al lowed the desert to extend its holdings. Ellsworth Huntington, Sven Hedin and other travelers tell of numbers of sand buried cities and others long buried now having the overlying sand drifts blown off them. The wind is one of the earth’s leading landscape makers and is one of the three great erosive forces and transportation scene shifter Eroded eart material 1s moved by a variety of transportation slow-going glaciers, running water, ocean currents, wind-propelled waves and_ the push and pull of gravity. But sooner or later any loosened material will be swooped upon and seized by airplane and scatter everywhere, over lowlands, high peaks and far out to sea. In Western Wyoming I sought she the night in a trapper’s cabin, built fifteen years before. The cabin was steeply tilted in a four-foot hole which the swirling wind had beaten and blown out from beneath one corner. The floor was in place and offered good coasting. 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In re- visiting the dunes on the coast of North Carolina I searched for a cabin I had used during the former visit. The wind had re- modeled the landscape, or sandscape, and put a water decoration—a new bay—into the scene where the cabin had stood. A Utah prospector complained that his cabin during his absence had been covered by a ‘malicious migrating” dune. He built a second cabin and cut out a few trees so as to divert a possible dune drive. Return- ing from another prospecting trip the sec- ond cabin was barely visible, but the first one was on exhibition. The off-water winds of lakes and seas herd and drive migrating dunes forward, overwhelming groves, meadows, lakes and streams. After the dune moves on these dead skeletons are exhibited. Skeletons of groves, half-buried groves, and groves in the front of advancing dunes are of the suggestive scenes of the shore, Dunes are no respecters of buildings. At Liége, a building has twice been taken down and rebuilt to prevent its being over- whelmed bya broad-fronted dune. T hough this building now is two miles inland from where originally placed, the dune is again close enough to whisper, “‘I’ll get you if you don’t move out.” A Conclave of Whirlwinds A forest fire in Oregon caused the local prevailing wind to change. The former prevailing wind had driven a dune from the river about a quarter of a mile. A wrecked and treeless grove was behind it. With the changed wind the dune had about-faced and was back-tracking through the dead grove toward the river. Sand dunes of every form and finish adorn the deserts of Nevada. Numbers are of coarse, heavy sand; others of fine texture, in white, brown or black. Many are as smooth and graceful as an Ocean swell and are daintily decorated with wind ripples. I saw a number of dunes in the dry bed of old Lake Lahontan that were going some- where. The average dune does exercise and tumble about without making any ad- vance, These enormous dunes were in windrows seven ranks deep. They were | from thirty to seventy feet high and miles were going moun- ~astward they cafions and Traveling « ridges, long. across plains, | tains, not turning aside for any surface in- Fight years ene when I next saw them, they had advanced about two thousand feet. Ultimately, I suppose, they meet counter winds, be somewhat scattered, but probably deeply bury a equality. | region, Trees on wind-beaten beaches and wind- swept plateaus have been trimmed, molded and adjusted by wind-directed sand. On the dry wind-battered heights of the Rocky Mountains, two miles above sea level, the trees have been dwarfed and distorted by The trees do not surrender, and many are forced as huge crude vines to crawl leeward, and a few that stand lose all limbs and bark on the stormward side and their few surviving limbs stream leeward, making of a tree a tattered triumphant banner, The wind occasionally exceeds the speed limit; this may be on the sea or seashore, across mountain plateaus, and also, from the reports of aviators, in the region “between the thunder and the sun.” I climbed Long’s Peak on a day that the wind broke speed records. In a pass at 12,000 feet it ripped by at 171 miles an hour. Its powerful wind breakers whirled and dashed and flung sand and coarse gravel, and several times knocked me down. At Keyhole, altitude 13,000 feet, the wildest place, the wind rushed past. I tried in vain to crawl through, and finally went round. advanced by rushing forward, between | the irresistible rushes of the wind; dropping and holding close until the wave passed; then another dash forward. I rounded the worst point the first try and dropped on a flat rock as the oncoming wave roared down This kicked me flying off among the bowlders as easily as I might have sent an empty basket. Many times I have seen whirlwinds of magnificent proportions sweeping across the deserts of the Great Basin. Generally they were not funnel shaped, but ever mag- nificent columns and large enough and high enough to support the sky. One of them moved strangely across the desert floor one | day without a sound from it reaching me. May 22,1920 It appeared, and probably was a hollow column inside the merry-go-round of dust, not less than two thousand feet high and I believe three hundred in diameter. For a time it whirled forward perfectly vertical; then it tilted forward, then backward, and finally bent like a pipe about halfway up, and the upper part leaned to the right while the bottom half was vertical. Another day, while up three or four hun- dred feet on a mountain side examining an ancient shore line, a gigantic hollow-column whirlwind burst from behind a high moun- tain. It was thick with sand and powdered alkaline dust, As it swept before me an- other, still larger, hove in sight in the south- west as though trying to interfere with the first one. A few seconds later two others dusted in from the southern quarter and came swirling into the field of action. The first and the second cut an X crossing, the second crossing the line as the first cleared it. Their tops were thrown into slight con- fusion by conflicting currents, but each quickly re-formed and went indifferent ly on its way. As these four were disappearing a fifth towering one rolled in, closely following the track of the first one. This passed close to me, and from my height, about four hun- dred feet above its base, I had a good look at it in action. Twice for a short distance it developed a funnel point at the bottom, feeling right and left with this like an ele- phant trunk; twice its top was explosively wrecked from invisible unknown causes. It made an impressive show in the sunlight, and I estimated it at not less than three thousand feet high. The Ubiquitous Sky Tramp Ofttimes fine dust or volcanic ash is long suspended or is long afloat and adrift in the air before reaching the earth. Volcanic ash is said to have been carried round the world, and I have seen desert dust in the air nearly five hundred miles from the point of take-off. Sometimes after a pro- longed and violent desert dust storm the air is hazy, does not entirely clear for days. Bits of thin flaked mica, ash and finely powdered rock flour are seemingly lighter than air, and linger in the air as though in solution. Once blown from the earth every dust atom becomes homeless—a sky tramp. It may wander the sky for weeks. Ascending currents carry it up; another carries it into the north; it is carried back, it drifts, and finally settles to the earth or is carried dashing down in a raindrop or down lightly as an adventurer on a snowflake. On earth it dries and wanders on—it is blown hither and yon, there is no resting place for it. Dust settles everywhere over the globe. It discolors the white mountain-top snows, dusts inland forests, reaches ships in mid- ocean, and is found at rest in layers over the ocean’s floor. The magic sheets and hills of running sand are born of the wind and of the sea. They are wandering, migri iting, homeless restless as the sea. These sands are from lands uncounted ages old; they have had a place in many a geologic stratum, and will have a part on geologic horizons yet un- formed. Sand dunes are the changing playhouses of the inconstant wind. ‘Transient sand dunes, crumbling ruins and ever-shifting scenes are a part of the thought-compelling landscapes of the earth. Their mysterious grains of insoluble sand are from all ages, from all the continents and the seven seas, and with them the imagination sits down like a child to play, build and think. Touched with the wind the unresting sand dunes give a restful margin to the shore lines of all the restless seas. With the wind they gypsy upon the bends and banks of every river, play in wild abandon over leagues of desert, and round ten thousand dreamy lakes and ocean beaches maintain the wondrous, immortal No Man’s Land, the land where children play and dream. Birds and animals migrate, emigrate or travel in far circles and return, Sand dunes, companions of the international universal winds, may sometime find a resting place— a permanent mound beneath the grass, the lilies and the oaks. But many happy sand dunes are just travelers, merry, russet-brown gypsies; they never had a home—they do not want a home—they do not remember where they came from—they are not going anywhere they are not worrying about arriving—in No a s Land they are traveling merrily and gracefully.

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The Water Front, Petrograd Sadowa or a Sedan; it could only be ended question of military success or failure, that it was the very the to material or moral exhaustion or collapse of existence of the empire, because the fact alone of our par- me of the side of both, after a long protracted _ ticipation in a war on the scale of a general European war truggle whose duration it would be impossible to foresee. was bound to create conditions which could not fail to Such a war could be carried on for any length of time open the floodgates to the rising tide of revolution. with any hope of victory only by armies fully comprehend- First among these conditions would be the breakdown ng the cause for which they were fighting, orelse animated of the bureaucratic apparatus under the extraordinary l pa or ate feeling the enemy or capal le

these feelings excited propaganda to the nece ing pitch. In both the the millions of Russiar be mobilized would undoubte be found entirely deficient, as our ie experience in the war with Japan hould have taught u My doubt therefore were wel eipation Europe by the way, ‘ it eemed to haunt the those who were respo the destiny of the empire very moment when war had ju been declared At ar rate, ala olemn receptio held at the Wir alter when our troops were al ( dvancing into East Pru it I nber the Emperor winding u addr to 4 roa may the membv f tl oun and a \ a) Duma of the court anc the high ee Pyerqrne a pte aqstee est bureaucracy, it | v ih ee 4,9 : \ } ad | ‘ ' J \e NX ‘ that navit vv rawn ' “\. O) would not | t diown long ast } ® . vl 9 ry Y | t $) ! i\ i i ion P ? rgrle Ru fect Emper this same much d gradual, necessarily tarded, but always in the end effec nation, to which the very existence of +8 deere eee M8 noe ie

unremitting ® ried burs aucracy; in the cause of the slow, sometimes it was before it bore eloquen its complete fl to bottom hak by two shor guinary tyrah leaders of Bol the work of tll realized and regret- ginning to be fully acknowlP strain of the de- mands which the conduct of a war on a hitherto unheard-of scale would necessarily make on almost all its branches. I do not propose to join the popular chorus of sys- tematic detractors of the Russian bureaucracy, nor do I wish to mini- mize its many sins and disastrous shortcomings. There is one thing, however, which even its most un- compromising enemies may not deny, and that is, that the whole social and political fabric of the state, with all its un questionable its obvious defects, was the result of, up by, two centuries of patient, some- ffort put forth by unjustifiably re- ive progress of the the great empire as ; downfall and ruin witness. Now that estruction from top been accomplished years of the san- ny of the fanatical hevism the value of » bureaucracy is be dged, even by those who welcomefl the bureaucracy’s downfall as the dawn of a new and happier era ¢ perity. But what freedom and pros- said here is not meant to suggest that the bureau cratic apparath first complete finally demoli tion, would | cessfully to is, if it had not been ly disorganized and hed by the revolu- ave been able suc year the enormous train of the exceptional demands made upon it the war. On the utter brea of that appard administratior food and wa enormous arm be put in the fi breakdown wh of the autho cences, Was pr hended, not ni imperil the suc campaign but state of chaos lutionary part take advantage of their plans throw of the by the conduct of he contrary, it was <down of such parts tus as the railroad and the supply of material to such es as would have to ‘1d—it was just this ich, in the opinion of these reminis- marily to be appre- erely as certain to cess of an expected is likely to lead toa of which the revo- ‘ss would not fail to for the furtherance iming at the over- yocial and political

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In judging of the possibility of our bureaucracy being able to with- stand the enormous pressure that would necessarily be brought to bear upon it by such a momentous crisis in the country’s history as a few saw coming but many instine- tively felt was approaching, it should always have been kept in view that the bureaucratic appa- ratus, however enormous in size and imposing in appearance, was no longer capa le of successfully coping with the ever-increasing difficulties of the task of giving the (Centinued on Page 63)

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Continued from Page 60 one hundred and seventy millions of the heterogeneous populations of an immensely overgrown empire the really efficient gov- ernment they required. The bureaucracy, being part and parcel of the Intelligentzia, no less than the political parties, so-called bourgeois as well as revolutionary, who were aiming at its overthrow, was laboring under the same fundamental disadvantage which, indeed, has been the curse of Russia ever since her entry under Peter the Great into the community of European nations as a member on a footing of equality—the fatal separation of the infinitely thin layer of the educated classes from the enormous bulk of the nation by an unbridgeable gulf of mutual noncomprehension And that is the reason why the pride and glory of the bureaucracy, its handiwork and creation, the superb edifice of the state, however imposing and monumentally solid in appearance, was not and could not have been an organic growth having its roots deep in the soil upon which it was erected, but was an artificial superstructure that could be tumbled down like a house of cards by a sufficiently powerful shock from without or from within. In the minds of the people, however, it was still surrounded, like its builder and sole support, the bu- reaucracy, with the halo of legitimacy as an emanation of the will of the only legiti mate source of the will of the Lord’s Anointed, of the Czar. So long as this ideal of the divine origin of the sovereign power was still a living force, was not under mined and destroyed in the minds of the people, so long the edifice would stand. It certainly required fundamental alterations and improvement Its perfectibility had been amply demonstrated by its history in the past Its perfectibility in the future could be que stioned only by those who were clamoring for and who were bent on its destruction. With its standing erect and unshaken was bound up all the future of he country, its unity, authority, ’ y, safety and great fall would mean—and did mean have shown on, anarchy and chaos. Its preservatior from the danger of war and should have been the prime duty, overshadowing all others, of Russian statesmanship War, for Russia, outcome, meant the certainty of the advent of revolution. The lesson of the Japanese War should never have been forgotten. It certainly had not been forgotten by the attributing ness Its is subsequent event disrup therefore, revolution whatever its course and le Ju tly the lure of the revolution of 1905 to the fact only the guards but a sufi ciently large part of the irmy faithful to their oat} they redoubled energy their effort of revolutionary propaganda among the oldiery of the regular army, as far as preventive measure and more. strictly enforced discipline would allow, and prin cipally among the great many milli the peasantry who as soldiers « f the reserve would be mobilized in case of war It was ea y to see had remained directed with to the matter — thought, what a formidal rer, the foreign enen ! own cour try, these horde f arme ry might become, seething with discor and hatred of the educated and ruling classes, with their baser inst of envy and greed in flamed by the promise held out to them by the revolutionary propaganda of the com ing distribution among them of the estate owners’ That foreign statesmen, ignorant of real conditions in our country, and looking upon Russia mainly | lands as a purveyor of an unlim ted supply of cannon fodder, should have based any calculations and placed any re- liance upon the so-called *‘ Russian steam may be comprehensible to some But what seemed to be difficult to understand was how at there should be found thinking Rus- ans so blind to the reality of things as to roller” extent. it eould be poss ble entertain any illusions whatever in this re- yard. Yet there were such among the Duma eaders and their following, of the Octobrist no less than of the Cadet Party, who were taunch supporters of the government's foreign policy, which, if persisted in, could only lead in the end to a general European war, and who presumably failed to realize that our participation in such a war would be bound to open the door to the coming revolution Whether this was so or whether they hoped to be borne nt »> power on the « rest of the wave of the revolution, which could then be dealt with as easily as was that of 1905 —I am unable to say and prefer not to express a surmise which might do injustice either to their intelligence or to their good faith. There were also those — and I cannot believe that there were many who were willing to stake the very existence of the empire on the chances of war, in the hope that a victorious outcome would strengthen the position of the government and prevent the possibility of a revolution All these momentous questions, lightly touched upon in the preceding pages, had been the subject of frequent exhaustive and earnest discussions between the late Count Witte and myself in our daily walks and drives during the peace conference at Ports- mouth. Barringsome divergences of opinion on diplomatic matters, as, for instance, his favorite idea of the possibility of relieving the critical situation in Europe by a trans- formation of the Franco-Russian alliance into a tripartite alliance including Ger many —a subject to which I have referred at some length in a preceding chapter—we were entirely of one mind in regard to all main points and above all in regard to the absolute necessity for Russia to remain at peace with all the world But then, Count Witte had been, like myself, relegated to the innocuous inac tivity of the Council of the Empire, or Upper House of the Russian Parliament; he was notoriously disliked personally and even distrusted by the Sovereign, and he had no means whatever of influencing the policy of the government His successor, Stolypin, was the last really strong man we ever had at the helm of the ship of state. Had he lived he might saved the country. Whatever may have been his inexperience in matters of international politics, his ardent patriotism, however misguided it may have shown itself in some measures regarding Poland and Finland, would assuredly have made him scent in time the extreme danger of continuing the course our foreign policy had been steering for the last twenty years; and his firm will, his undaunted courage, his lofty disinterestedness and freedom from personal ambition would have enabled him, braving the ordeal of unpopularity, by a turn of the wheel to save the ship of state in the nick of time from being shattered on the rocks ahead which self-sufficient in- competence had failed to see But it was not to be. Stolypin fell a victim to the assassin’s bullet, and he was succeeded in the office of Prime Minister by a man who himself would hardly have claimed to be a strong man The new Prime Minister, Mr.—created have later Count —Kokovtseff, was a_ typical bureaucrat in the best sense of the word. He had rendered invaluable services to the state as Minister of Finance, an office which he continued to hold in conjunction with that of Prime Minister. It was owing to his wise, cautious and skillful admini “ a mm of our finances that Russia had been able to traverse unaffected in her credit the double crisis of the Japanese War and the subsequent revolution. He was a man of the highest personal character, of spotless integrity and enlightened views I also believe his views in matters of foreign policy to have been entirely sound. But he did not seem to have been in a position to exer- regard to matters special competence of individual of his cabinet which one usually associates with the idea of the premier Besides, he was retired from his offices, both as Premier and as Minister of Finance, five months before the outbreak of the war and cannot be held responsible in any way whatever for the fatal results of a policy which he had never been in a position to cor trol I regret not to be able to say so much of Mr. Sazonoff, who had succeeded Mr. Iswolsky as Minister of Foreign Affairs on the appointment of the latter, whose assist ant he had been, to the post of Ambassador in Paris. I] ‘ise the same influence it of the members ( In rendering a wil the honorability of his character as a gen- tleman and to the purity of his intentior I can only say that it was not his fault but his misfortune, as it was the evil star of Russia, that he should have been fated to play one of the leading parts in the most awful tragedy the world has ever seen, a part to which he did no more measure up than did to theirs most of his colleagues in other lands He had, moreover, the additional misfe tune to succeed at the head of the Foreign Department to the last really minister we ever had, and to become the flatter ng tribute to competent equel the object of egregiou THE SATURDAY EVENING POST newspapers of a number of the allied | countries, such as was subsequently and for the same motive showered on such men as Milyukoff, Tereschtchenko and Kerensky. It is not the first time that I have had occasion in the course of my narrative to express the high regard I always entertained for Mr. lswolsky as a real statesman in the European sense, competent to deal with his colleagues of western nations on a footing of equality. Though I have always been a confirmed opponent of the political system of which he was an adept, and the fatal results of which for our unfortunate coun- try it was his tragic destiny to realize before his untimely end, I feel bound, as a last tribute to his memory, to give expression to my conviction that had he continued at the head of our Foreign Department he would never have become a tool in the hands of others; and my belief that when, in the winter of 1916-17, it had become abundantly evident that the salvation of Russia, and for the matter of that of the whole world, depended on the conclusion of a general peace he would have insisted and he would have assuredly known how to insist—on the recognition by the Allies of Russia’s right to have her voice listened to with the respect to which she was entitled in a matter that was for her a matter of life or death. At the time to which chapter—that is to say in the summer of 1912—it was perfectly evident to anyone who followed in the reports of the press the course of events in the Balkan Peninsula and having severed my connection with the Foreign Department no other sources of information were accessible to me— that the weakening of the Ottoman Empire, consequent upon the perturbed internal condition created by the Turkish Revo- lution of 1908 and the military reverses suffered in the war with Italy, was certain to embolden the several Christian states of the Balkan Peninsula—Serbia, Bulgaria, Greece and Montenegro—to unite in an effort to seek the satisfaction of their va- rious territorial claims by force of arms and in the complete dismemberment of Euro- pean Turkey The formation of this Balkan League wa said to have been favored by macy, in the somewhat naive belief that it would be directed against Austria-Hungary Whether or not there was any truth at the bottom of this story I'am unable to say Meanwhile the great Powers had been ser ously concerned about the maintenance of peace in the Balkans and after due delib- eration had determined upon a concerted diplomatic action in the shape of repre- sentations by the Ministers of Russia and Austria-Hungary, acting as mandatories of the Powers, to be made atthe Balkan cap tals on October eighth, to the effect that the Powers would reprove any belligerent action; that they would assist in securit reforms in the administration of Europeatr Turkey which would not infr sovereignty of the Sultan nor the integr of the Ottoman Empire; that in case of they would not permit at the conflict any modification status quo in Eur For their superior wisdom in attempt o lecture four independent — albe I refer in thi our diplo- Power disposing joint olarmed numbering salkan t I forces ! V l nen and bent on attacking Turkey for the ‘ry purpose of its dismemb ‘ t eclure them on the subject of the vreiynty of the Sultan and the inte; of the Ottoman Empire, and to threater them with the formidable specter of the status quo, that last refuge, that p asinorum, of embarrassed diplomac t presence of ticklish, insolvable problem the originators, whoever they may have been, of th remarkal pla of concerted diplomatic action were rewarded by the receipt of telegraphic intelligence to the effect that on that very same da October 8, 1912 the Prince of Montenegro had severed di atic relations with ‘J key and declared It was plain that once a burning match had been thrown into that powder maya zine of the Balkans it would not take long for the train of powder laid from there to the two nearest European capitals to de termine the explosion of the gigantic mine which was to shake a continent, and in the planting of which all the great Powers had had their share, until, by the conclusion of the Franco-Russian alliance and the En tente with Great Britain, the division of Continued on Page 65 bo VIVAUDOU PARIS NEW YORK f = ‘ for a tener want a copy of the Ma This beau'iful walts ord No. 101 isn phonograph shop » Vivaudou or Lady Mary Perfume — lime j 4 - Ke

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(Continued from Page 63) Europe in two irreconcilably hostile camps had been completed. The danger seemed imminent. If any- thing could be attempted to avert it it would have to be done without delay. That is why I made up my mind, then and there, to do what will be succinctly related below Before proc eeding with my narrative, however, I beg to apologize to my readers for having had, and for being obliged to continue, to introduce so frequently the personal pronoun in the tale I have to tell. The fact that these pages contain merely personal reminiscences and lay no claim whatever to pass for history may pe rhaps serve as an excuse if not a justification for my abuse of a form of speech which sounds more egotistical than it is meant to be. The task I had determined to undertake, the task of sounding a warning and of pointing out the imminence of the danger to which would lead the course of policy we had been pursuing for the last twenty- five years, was not only an ungrateful but also a hopeless one—both ungrateful and hopeless because it meant swimming against a most powerful current, not only of official policy but likewise of what passes for pub- lic opinion. It was not only favored by the court but it had been initiated by the court, and the court was wedded to it Fashion had sanctioned it. Society had adopted it as its fetish. Those who under- stood how little it corresponded to the real interests of the country and foresaw how catastrophal for Russia would be the out- come of the war it was leading up to dared not oppose it for fear of being considered pro-German, especially if they bore a Ger- man name and had sufficient self-respect not to plead that they were of Dutch or Swedish or Danish or Norwegian descent. It is one of the peculiar and regrettable characteristics of our society that no one s supposed to be simply and solely pro- Russian and to be in his views in matters of foreign policy unbiased by any sentimental leanings pro this or pro that country. In no country that I know of has this singular predominance of the question of “‘orientation,’’ as they call it, in the direc- tion of some foreign country or other, any existence comparable, in the intensity and bitterness it engenders, to conditions exist- ing in contemporary Russia. This pre- dominance was indeed characteristic of the tate of society in the Poland of the eighteenth century, where the feelings it summoned forth were raging with partic- ular virulence, and it led in the end to the downfall and partition of the country among its neighbors. As far as I was personally concerned this state of things meant a serious handicap in my endeavors to make the ruling Powers realize the dangerous character of the pol- icy they were pursuing, since whatever | might have to say would be attributed to the fact of my bearing a German name. This was, indeed, the conclusive argument brought forward by a very distinguished Polish gentleman, who in an anonymous article in a French review attacked me— in perfectly courteous terms, I am pleased to say—on the subject of my views on the international situation and the policy of Russia as developed in a secret memoran- dum submitted to the Emperor, which I had had printed as a secret document at the government printing office in an ex tremely limited number of copies for dis- tribution among the leading personages of the government and of the Houses of Parliament, and the proof sheets of which had fallen into the hands of my critic, as he mentions himself in his article. There was, of course, nothing new for me in such an argument. When I had ad- vocated avoidance of a conflict with Japan I had been accused of being pro-Japanese; when at the time of the Boer War I had been in favor of a friendly understanding with Great Britain instead of joining the chorus of senseless vituperation against her, which was then prevalent all over the world, I was suspected of being pro-English, just as now, if I tried to oppose a policy which was bound to lead to a war with our western neighbors, I would be reproached with being pro-German. The difference would be only that in the two former cases, my name being neither Japanese nor Eng- lish, it could not be used for the purpose of impeaching the disinterestedness of my political opinions, whereas in the latter case, my name being unquestionably Ger- man, my opponents would be sure to utilize THE SATURDAY it in endeavoring to invalidate my argu- ments with what they would think crushing effect. Against similar insinuations I was of course defenseless. They were not, how- ever, to be considered a quite negligible quantity, because then already the peculiar mentality was prevalent in Russia which even now in this more or less cosmopolitan city prompts some restaurant keepers to resort to the amusing device of calling in their bills of fare the somewhat vulgar “sauerkraut” by the more elegant and more patriotic-sounding name of “liberty cabbage,” and which made our government change the name of the capital of the country from St. Petersburg to Petrograd; a mentality which one would hardly con- sider particularly to fit its possessors for the august task of presiding over the destinies of a great nation. Though in a sense my name alone was a serious handicap it was rendered even more so by the fact that it was accompanied by the nowadays entirely meaningless title of “Baron,” which stamped me as a descend- ant of a long line of knights who seven centuries ago had invaded what is now Esthonia and Livonia; had _ possessed themselves of the lands; had Christianized the savage aborigines and reduced them to serfdom, from which they were liberated by the Emperor Nicholas I, a quarter of a century before the emancipation of the Russian serfs; had, first as an independent order of knighthood, then under the sov- ereignty of Denmark, further of Sweden, and lastly, since Peter the Great, of Rus- sia, administered the country more or less autonomously; raised it toa comparatively high degree of civilization and prosperity; and had always been counted among the most loyal subjects of their sovereigns—all of which brands the unfortunate descend- ants of the original conquerors with the mysterious odium of “feudalism,” though they may, since ever so long, have ceased to have any connection whatever with the lands so “‘iniquitously”’ possessed by their ancestors for many centuries. On the other hand, this very handicap protected me from the suspicion of being capable of entertaining any views of per sonal ambition whatever. The same Polish gentleman, himself a fe irmer member of the Council of the Empire—a member by elec- tion having served his term—alludes to this circumstance in a playful but entirely con vineing and conclusive way in the following sentences, which I quote from his above nentioned article: ‘If an old and malicious member of the Council is to be believed, the members of the noble Assembly’ of course those ap pointed by the crown—“‘are divided i in two categories: Those who are ‘seated’ and those who are still ‘climbing.’ Has M. de Rosen definitively ‘seated’ himself? Dur ing the last session he has appeared on the tribune with distinction. Neve ‘rthel ‘less, there is no reason to believe that he is ‘« lieshing He is too well-advised not to know that in these times of morbid nationalism to be appointed to a post of first-class importance it is first of all necessary to be in possession of a name ending in ‘off,’ ‘eff,’ or ‘in.’”’ These are terminations of purely Russian names; the author of the article does not even mention terminations in “‘o,” “e”’ or “sky,” all of which cast on a name the suspicion of “‘Little-Russianism,” or even, more dreadful still, of ‘‘Polonism.”| “I believe that he simply takes an interest in world events: Quorum pars magna fuit No one is more entitled to do it, nor is more competent.” I have quoted this unexceptionable testi- mony of a distinguished Polish gentle “ee who hardly could be sus pecte od of not l a sufficiently ardent adherent of the tente, because it controverts one of the favorite legends industriously spread abroad by the war propaganda, namely, that of the predominance of German influence sup posed to have existed in Russia, at court and in the government, and to have been exercised by Baltic barons and other Ru sian subjects of German descent, inasmuch as it points so plainly and unequivocally to the reason why it would have been impos sible even for a man like myself, with nothing German about him but his name to aspire to any really important and i fluential position in the government Moreover, when the Polish gentleman ir question, in the above-quoted passage of his article, re ‘fe rs to “these times of morbid nationalism,” he alludes to the really ex isting unquestionable predominance of TRUE EVENING POST SHAPE ERE’S a silk sock that’s certainly made for real service as Well as appearance and comfort. 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Tothisstrongly pronounced anti-German current in Russia corresponded a no less marked and influential anti-Russian cur rent in Germany, in both cases mostly confined to the middle-class Intelligentzia, and to military circles, always eager for a clash of arms; to a limited degree only affecting the upper classes, hardly at all the aristocracy, and not at all the popular masses, in spite of all the efforts of the propaganda to make it appear in a different light. Between them these two currents were mainly instrumental in undermining the dam that held back the threatening flood of the world catastrophe, and the leaders of these movements, both in Russia and in Germany, may justly lay claim to the glory of having effectually contributed to bring about the World War and to have thereby succeeded in achieving, in four short years, the ruin and destruction of their respective countries, whose greatness and prosperity a century and a half of undisturbed peace and friendly relations between them had helped to build up But this is an all-important subject, to which I shall have to revert in another chapter, when endeavoring to contribute my modest share to the elucidation of the complicated causes and conditions which led up to the outbreak of the World War a matter treated with consummate skill and a great judge’s lofty impartiality by Earl Loreburn in his admirable book How the War Came, which I may perhaps be able to supplement with some data there tofore unknown to its author For the present, before I proceed to give on these pages a brief synopsis of the secret memorandum I had prepared for submis sion to the Sovereign, I can only express the hope that I may have succeeded in making it quite clear that in taking this step I could not possibly have had in view any end of personal ambition or, indeed, any other end but that of serving to the best of my understanding what I held to be the true interests of my Sovereign and of my country I likewise venture to hope that I may be allowed to claim some indulgence if, in the equel of my narrative, when dealing with the acts of men whose cruel fate it has been to become unwittingly the artisans of their country downfall and ruin, it will not ilways have been possible for me to repress entirely the bitterne that cannot but fill the soul of one who, after half a century's finds him native land, having devoted service to his country, self a fugitive from hi had to witness in helpless rage the destruc tion of all he has lived and worked for as a result of policies he has always opposed with word and with pen to the best of his ability | furthermore hope that my indulgent readers will believe me when | say that, having found a haven of refuge in this country, to which I have always been warmly attached, and being entirely and forever out of Russian politics, | pursue in writing my reminiscences no other aim than to lay before them unreservedly what | hold to be, to my best knowledge and be lief, the plain and unvarnished truth about the tragic events of which I have been a witness, their causes and their results Having explained in the preceding pages the reason which prompted me to under take the delicate and difficult task of laying before the Sovereign a sufficiently lucid and unbiased exposé of the international situation resultant from the policy hitherto pursued, so as to enable him to draw there- from, without being prompted, his own conclusions, | may now state in a few prop- ositions My own point of view, as regards the true interests of Russia, from which | ntended to illuminate the situation in my memorandum Russia, occupying geographically the greater part , of the continent of Europe and THE SATURDAY EVENING POST the whole northern part of the continent of Asia, should be considered politically as a continent by itself, situated between the two, self-contained and self-sufficient, like the United States. She has reached the extreme limits of her possible expansion in Europe She has no political nor cultural mission to perform in Europe, being culturally in- ferior to older nations. Russia’s size and potential power alone serve her as a perfectly sufficient guaranty of her territorial integrity and commanding political position as long as she does not herself attempt an aggressive policy, for the successful pursuit of which she lacks the aptitude and to which the genius of the Russian people is averse Russia's cultural mission lies exclusively in Asia, in the development of her gigantic Siberian empire, and in the spread of her culture, which is inferior to Western Euro- pean culture but vastly superior to that of her Central Asiatic neighbors, to whom Russian domination has been of unques- tionable benefit Russia is strong enough not only to stand alone by herself but also, so long as her hands are untied, to hold the balance of power in Europe, no general war being possible without her participation or con- nivance The only rational policy for Russia to pursue is that which Washington in his farewell address recommended to his coun- “Abstention from entangling tryvmer ” of whatsoever kind with whom- alilances soever, It is easy to see how these views, aiming at the preservation of Russia from the catastrophe, which I felt sure was impend- ing, and therefore evidently aiming at the maintenance of European could provoke the dissatisfaction of all those ele- ments who expected to derive from the outcome of a general war in Europe some substantial benefit for their cause. That seems to have been the reason why the same Polish gentleman, at the end of his article dissecting my memorandum, in speaking of his conversations with some personages having access to the highest circles and being acquainted with the con- tents of that document, relates that, bar- ring some matters of detail, they were in full accord with my ideas, adding the in- dignant exclamation: “‘And yet they are all patriots!” This sarcastic remark applied to some few evidently distinguished Russians, who pre umed to be “patriots” of their own country, is rather illuminating, it seems to me. It reflects the real attitude toward Russia and the Russian people of all those who apprehended lest their expectation of a war between Russia and her western neighbors might fail of realization through a reluctance of the Russian Government to engage in such an adventure from mo- tives of mere Russian patriotism. It must be owned, however, that the bulk of Russian society was not without deserving such treatment at the hands of those in whose cause its leaders and repre- sentatives were ready to risk the welfare and the very existence of their country —a treatment the cruel humiliation of which is now brought home to them with a venge- ance by these same hands, now that Rus- sia, once a great and proud empire and a prosperous nation, is laid low in the dust, dismembered and bleeding, and the Rus- sian people are curbed under a tyranny such as they have never known, not even in the worst days of the Tartar yoke or of Czar Ivan the Terrible. The work I had determined to take in hand was not by any means an easy one, t occupied all my time during the summer of 1912, which we were spending at Dinard, a quiet seaside resort on the picturesque coast of Brittany. I used to spend my mornings on the beach walking up and down by the hour, revolving in my mind the many questions I had to treat, and my afternoons jotting down the results of my matutinal reflections 1y being, naturally, to produce the impression | de- sired on the Emperor's mind, and know- ing his character, given to jealousy of his authority and suspiclousness of people's motives, I had to-be most careful to avoid even the faintest appearance of wishing to tender unsought advice, which would have been sure to indispose him and to defeat the very object | had in view On the other hand, I had to guard against the possibility of being suspected of some ulterior motive or ambitious design of peace, object May 22,1920 my own in having my memorandum sub- mitted to him. I therefore decided to give it as near as possible the form and the character of a historical treatise on the sub- ject of The European Policy of Russia. It was furthermore necessary in regard to ques- tions not essential to the aim I had in view to avoid anything that might needlessly shock the Emperor's prejudices; wherefore I had either to tone down my own opinions or else to avoid touching upon them. All this, obviously, could not but impair to some extent not only the literary but also the political value of my dissertation. But I had to sacrifice it to the importance of gaining the main point, that of rousing the Emperor to a realization of the danger to which his policy was exposing his throne and the country. I cannot, of course, reproduce on these pages the whole text of this memorandum of thirty closely printed pages. Those of my readers.who might be interested in it will find a translation of it in a supplement to the present reminiscences when pub- lished in book form. Here I can give only a brief synopsis of its contents: The memorandum deals first with the history of the European policy of Russia in as summary a way as possible. Next, it analyzes the two principal ideas which have been influencing this policy. Then it deals with the international situation in Europe, the genesis, development and aims of the two hostile alliances which confront each other. And lastly, with the Balkan Penin- sula as the danger spot of Europe, where the mine is laid whose firing will bring about the general conflagration of Europe A cursory glance at the history of the European policy of Russia will show that “‘as long as Russia pursued only well- defined aims which conformed to the real needs of the state and which were practi- cally attainable, this policy was entirely successful. All the tasks which the far- seeing genius of Peter the Great had sketched out for Russia and the realization of which he had begun himself, were carried to completion by his successors, Catharine the Great and Alexander the First. The shores not only of the Gulf of Finland and of the Baltic, but also of the Black Sea became Russian, and with the territories peopled by Russians reconquered from Poland, and with the inclusion in the con- fines of the Empire of the Grand Duchy of Finland, the Kingdom of Poland and of Bessarabia, it would seem that the natural limit of Russia’s expansion on the continent of Europe had been reached, with the ex- ception, perhaps, of a part of Galicia, witha population mainly of Little-Russian or, as it is now called, Ukrainian stock, which was made over to Austria at the partition of Poland. One might even question whether it served the best interest of Russia to have included in the confines of the Empire the Kingdom of Poland It could not be doubted, however, that any further terri torial acquisitions in Europe would have been for Russia merely a source of weak- ness and perhaps might have threatened the disruption of the overgrown Empire.” The disastrous Crimean War was brought on through the overweening ambition of the Emperor Nicholas I to play a leading part in the Near East. The dominant posi tion which Russia had been occupying in Europe since the Congress of Vienna had encouraged such an ambition, but it also caused the formation of a coalition of Eng- land, France, Turkey and even Sardinia, against Russia, which inflicted on her a humiliating defeat After the conclusion of the Treaty of Paris on conditions humiliating to the dignity of Russia our policy assumed for a time an attitude of reserve aptly character- ized by the chancellor, Prince Gortchakoff's well-known saying: “‘ Russia does not sulk, she collects herself.” It was the beginning of the era of far-reaching beneficent re- forms, such as the liberation of the serfs, the judiciary reform, the introduction of the self-governing Zemstvos, and so forth, inaugurated by the Emperor Alexander I]. But in the seventies of last century began the preoccupation of our public opinion with the idea of the so-called tasks cut out for Russia in the Near East in connection partly with the Great Slav Idea, partly with dreams of the conquest of Tsargrad Constantinople—and the Straits. The influence of this idea on the direction of our policy had directly or indirectly the following consequences “It led to the war with Turkey in 1877 78, the outcome of which, aside from the Concluded on Page 69)

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j ’ . ‘ : Th ae |. , Mey et RL eT a, — Sa eed ee a (Concluded from Page 66) satisfaction derived from having accom- plished an act of disinterested magnanimity in the liberation of Bulgaria from the Turk- ish yoke, did not give the Russian people anything but disillusionment as to the results achieved at the cost of so much blood and treasure And this disillusion- ment, in its turn, created most favorable ondition for the de velopment of the germs of revolution sown by the internal enemies of Russia ‘It was the cause of the attribution to Russia of far-reaching plans in relation to the conquest of the Straits and the bug- bear of ‘Pan-Slavism,’ at the same time ntensifying the gene ral suspicion W ith which her policy has always been regarded, which suspicion made itself felt in the gen eral opposition she met with at the Con- gress of Berlin “7 was the cause of the rupture of the friendly understanding with Germany and of the conclusion of the Austro-German al iance, and also of the disruption of the alliance of the Three Emperors, which had been the guaranty of the security of Rus- sia’s western frontiers ‘It led to the conclusion of an alliance with France, which entangled us in a sphere of interests entirely alien to Russia, that is to say, of the interests of the French revanche for Sedan and of the reconquest of Alsace and Lorraine, and later on also of the Anglo-German antagonism; in other words, of the conflicting interests which are bound to bring about the future general war in Europe “It was also indirectly the cause of our armed conflict with Japan, because it pre- vented us from giving due military support in time, with all the power of the state, to our Far Eastern policy, by which alone that conflict could have been prevented, and at the same time it caused us to keep our best troops inactive on our western frontier, whilst our reserve troops were being defeated in far-away Manchuria. “Finally, it is this influence alone that ould have induced us to raise quite gratui- tously the question of the annexation by Austria of Bosnia and Herzegovina, to which we had already in principle assented at the Congress of Berlin,”’ a proceeding the neg- ative result of which caused much bad blood in Russia and embittered our rela- tions with the neighboring monarchy Considering how great, as we have seen, had been the influence of this idea of Rus- sia’s supposed tasks in the Near Fast, it will not come amiss to examine the ques- tion how far these tasks could possibly orrespond to the true interests of Russia and how far they are susceptible of prac- tical realization Here we find ourselves at once in the presence of the so-called “Great Slav Idea,” which in the opinion of our Slavophiles should serve as a guiding star for our foreign policy “To begin with, it must be said that the Great Slav lk ye originé ited in Moscow about the middle of last century in literary and not at all in polit cal circles, and that not one of the adepts of this idea has ever been able to bring it down from the clouds of dreamy sentimentalism into the regior of clearly defined propositions which could serve as a basis for rational political cal- culations. Poetic notions of an ideal future when the ‘Slav rivers will all come together in the Russian Sea,’ as well as the con- temporary lucubrations of our writers and orators of the Slavophile camp as regards the ‘pacific cultural unification of Slavdom under the headship of Russia’— all float in the clouds of phantasy and are bare of any substantial foundation. Likewise all enter- prises based on similar ideas, as, for in stance, a United Slav Bank, exhibitions of Russian wares, Russian bookstores in Slay countries, either do not materialize at all or else are barely kept alive. It must also be said that all attempts at artificially creating a ‘cultural unification ’— whatever may be understood under this somewhat vague expression between Russia and Slavdom, are doomed in advance, for the simple reason that such a ‘unification,’ however desirable it may appear from an ideal point of view, does not correspond to any concrete interest either of Russia or of Slavdom ‘As far as material culture is concerned, Russia stands in as little need of Slavdom as Slavdom does of Russia. Culture in the Slav countries of Austria stands by no means on a lower plane than in Russia; and in Bohemia, for instance, one might say on a higher one. In the Slav states of the Balkan Peninsula our commerce and indus- try could not compete with those of Aus- tria and Germany otherwise than at a loss, because in Russia they are protected by an extremely high tariff, and the southern Slav countries will always find commercial relations with the neighboring Austro- Hungarian monarchy more convenient:as well as more profitable than commercial relations with far-away Russia ‘As far as intellectual culture is con- cerned the Balkan Slavs— not to metition, of course, the Austrian Slavs- will un questionably prefer, in spite of their ap- parent ‘Germanophobia,’ to go in search of it to its western—and preferably even German as the nearest fountainhead. “But even from a purely sentimental point of view there can be no question of a unification of Slavdom under the headship of Russia, as long as the Polish branch of the race, that is to say the most numerous and culturally most developed of all the non-Russian Slav nations, shows itself as it has always done, irreconcilably hostile not only to the Russian state but to the Rus- sian people. As es the irresistible sympathies said to be drawing the Aus trian Slavs toward Russia, it is sufficiently evident that their flirtations with her pur- sue a plainly selfish end— that is to say, to obtain from the Austrian Government the concessions they want by threatening that government with the specter of Panslav- ism under the leadership of Russia. And the newfangled Austro-Slavism, which has caused so much disillusionment to our Slavophiles, is certainly not treason to the cause of United Slavdom,’ which exists only in the imagination of dreamy ideo- logues, but is based on a rational apprecia tion of their own material interests But our flirtations with the Austrian Slavs by means of the press and the ora THE SATURDAY EVENING POST torical exertions of some of our pene Tr politicians, have at last caused Austria to begin extremely undesirable, if not danger ous, flirtations with ourown ‘ Ukrainophiles,’ and other elements hostile to the Russian state and treasonably dreaming of the dismemberment of the Empire “The sympathy of the Balkan Slavs for Russia is unquestionably more sinceré But this sympathy is not so much based on racial affinity as on sentiments of gratitude for great and disinterested benefactions cor ferred in the past and on the expectation of their continuance in the future. But ever these sympathies have their limits. The author of this memorandum, when he wa Minister at Belgrade, has had more thar once to listen to expressions of sorenes and disappointment from the lips of Par Serbian patriots on the subject of the pref erence shown by Russia at the Berlin Cor gress for Bulgarian interests, and of the sacrifice of Serbian interests in favor of Austria. I have had to explain that the war for the liberation of Bulgaria could not have been undertaken by us if we had not in advance secured the neutrality of Austria by consenting to the occupation of her by Bosnia and Herzegovina, and furthermore, that it was only thanks to our victory in this war that Serbia herself was enabled to throw off the suzerainty of Turkey, whose vassal she had been, and that therefore we did not deserve similar re proaches. And even Bulgaria, which had just been liberated by us at the cost of rivers of the Russian people’s blood and treasure, did not hesitate to oppose most energetically our attempts to exploit our newly acquired influence for some purpose of which we ourselves did not have any clear conception, and to seek the support of our political adversaries. It would, how ever, have been unjust to consider this to have been a demonstration of ingratitude on the part of a people who undoubtedly highly prized the benefaction conferred on her by Russia. They merely showed them selves possessed of the sound political in stinct which placed the safeguarding of the true independence of the newly created state above sentimental considerations “Such was the true nature of our rela tions with the world of Slavdom as it ap peared to unprejudiced observers “Qur society has always been too much inclined to attach to the element of racial affinity an exaggerated importance, W hich as history amply demonstrates, it has never had nor ever can have in international polities “It is to this tendency, and likewise to the inveterate habit of our society to mix up the domain of sympathies and an tipathies with that of polities, that must be attributed the hypnotic influences which the Great Slav Idea has exercised over the public mind, reflected in the vacillating and sometimes contradictory policies pursued by our diplomac y in the Near Fast.’ An analysis of these policies and their effect on the general international situation in Europe I shall have to reserve for the next chapter Editor's Note—This is the nineteenth of a seri of articles by Baron Rosen The next will appear im an carly tissue The Cocoa Butter Center Soothes and Smoothes the Skin- SHAVING STICK For Safety Razor Users ASS the end of the “Stick with the Cocoa Butter Center” over your moistened beard play around a bit with a good wet brush and instantly you will find your stubble smothered in a creamy billow of lather. 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If he would remain a good American he must live up to his income. The wife and the girls have expanded in the glow of a tle luxury and insist that he expand with them. His house is cluttered up with new things bought for show; he dare not walk in the front doorway with his overalls on lest he some new and fashionable acquaintance; the old jitney he knew how to drive has been discarded for a deep- thing of troublesome gears: grapefruit has taken the joy out of his breakfast and the girls are insisting that olives are good to eat; boiled cabbage has been dropped from his bill of fare; the wife has discovered that the cottage needs a pergola—and he always thought a pergola was some sort of Italian boat. He has learned that the American stand- ard of living is something that keeps step with the income and he longs for the old days when spending required no mental train shock cushioned The Larger Life YAM JENKINS had three boys Two of them followed in the footsteps of their father and became good farmers The youngest, who was called Billy, was a natural-born loafer. He had a gift for the drawing of pictures and after graduating from the local high school he went to the city to study art. Old man Jenkins paid the bill Billy came back once in the old folks. He always wore a big bow tie and talked in a tone of The women petted him and gave parties in his honor and he told them about self-expression ind the larger life and the ego and things like that. I noticed that self-expression had made his fingers yellow with nicotine and that the larger life had made him a little hollow under the eyes. His ego was un- mpaired, however Che other boys have farms of their own now and come to town behind six cylinders Their conception of the larger life is one that gets them up at five in the morning to feed the and tucks them in at nine o'clock at night. Their hands are rough and theirshoes are built for service, but they don't find it necessary to pose and simper in order to get an invitation to dinner. silly hasn't sold any pictures yet, but his mother informs me that he associates with the best people in the city. She is very proud of him. The old man has placed a second mortgage on his farm in order to pay Billy's expenses. a while to visit voice stock Art An appreciation of art Whatever passes the minds is not RT is primitive is primitive comprehension of primitive art but a show trick. To reproduce in oil the cool shadow of | trees is art if the trees resemble the original so closely as to impress the unsophisticated. If the reproduction has no greater success than the approval of technical experts it has nothing to do with art. It is but a piece of mechanical excellence, interesting to experts in mechanical experiments. An ancient painting that has served through the years as a shrine for those who seek acquaintance with art may be indeed the whole of art itself, or it may be a mean- If you ask the expert. His opinion was made for him before he was born. Ask the country- man who has no knowledge of these matters. The shrub by the roadside is Nature. The shrub on canvas is art if it appears to live. We have too much scientific appreciation of excellent brush work and not enough understanding of the fact that real art is an appeal to native love of beauty and fitness and has nothing to do with schools and arbitrary standards. May 22,1920 Patience ATIENCE is not a virtue. It is the arbitrary and unnatural damming of waters that must eventually find an outlet. The coward endures affronts because his craven soul shrinks from conflict. The weak endure affronts because con- flict promises no betterment of their condi- tion If the strong endure affronts it is because they confuse patience with righteousness and find in the role of martyr a sop to their vanity An affront may be forgiven and forgot- ten. Seventy times seven affronts may be forgiven and forgotten. In story books and in dreams of Utopia these things happen. But in real life men treasure the memory of a wrong. If I injure my neighbor to-day he may swallow the injury along with his pride and make no show of resentment. He may pretend that he has not charged it to my account against a day of reckoning, but I know that he is posing. I resent the fact that he shows no sign of resentment. Does he think to shame me before my fellows by this pose of superiority? He shall pay for it He endured one injury. Let him try the taste of a second. And a third. His pose becomes a trifle strained. Discretion urges me to tread softly, but I have set about the business of getting this gentleman's goat and will not be denied. Eventually I reach the end of his patience and then he presents the full account for payment. Has this so-called virtue overlooked an item? Not one. Each is there for settlement, plus compound interest to date. One who pays as he goes is never dum- founded by the size of his bills at the end of the month The wrath of the patient man is intensi fied by the conviction that one has taken advantage of his virtue, whereas the chief fault was his own. An affront patiently borne invites a second affront. Freedom WWO boys born of the same mother sat on a stone at the crossing of roads and made fine boasts concerning the things they should do in after years. Said one “‘T shall acquire wealth and become a power I shall acknowledge no law except my owr desire, for freedom is the greatest prize man may win And the other answered: prize greater than freedom.’ The years were gathered into history and one of the boys became the world’s richest man. His lands were measured by frontiers. He controlled industries and traf- ficked in the destinies of peoples. Through his offices flowed the commerce of nations. His frown dismissed men from public office Statutes were written to win his approval The other boy was sold into slavery and a sultan notched his ears that all men might know him a piece of personal property. One morning the master of men sat at breakfast and talked to himself. Said he “T would give one-quarter of all I possess for a stomach that could digest sausage instead of this damned toast; I would give another quarter for a child of my own; another for the privilege of quitting these tangled affairs and spending a month alone in the woods; and the remaining quarter in exchange for a friend who had no designs on my purse. In another land the slave sat at break- fast with his wife and children. There came a clatter of hoofs and the sultan appeared unannounced. “My friend,” said the intruder, ‘‘I must decide the fate of that new banking law to-day and I need your advice. Can you go over it with me?” ‘This afternoon,” replied the slave. ‘I promised to build a pigeon house for the kiddies this morning.” “There is no Honesty ONESTY is not the best policy. It isn’t any kind of policy. It is a virtue, practiced for its own sake without regard for profits. Those who refrain from stealing because thieves end in jail are not honest. They are merely discreet.

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If certain practices are beneficial to a single unit, why are they not beneficial to a congregation of units? Now and again we hear of a city run by a business com- but the efforts have not been so trong as to bring results that startle us and force wide imitation Is there not an op- portunity for all our boards of trade and chambers of commerce to extend their ac- tivities along lines that are elementary but vital in possibilities? The town ideal, of course, is an incorpo- rated community where politics is at a dis- count; where the character of the school ystem is a matter of greater importance than the color of the trimmings on the local courthouse; where the health of the poor is one of the chief concerns of the more fortunate people with wealth; where the morals of the people are as high on a week day in business as on a Sunday in church, and as good at ten Pp. M. on a dark side street as at noon in the center of the city square In the ideal town that will some day come to life you will be able to go into any bank and not have to stand fifteen minutes deposit ar d then go to draw some mission, in a line to make a the end of money. The thoughtful town will require patron to meet a big pay roll to go to a se window, where they will hold line of buss ple have to do banking and can’t send an office lerk to do the waiting x another line to banker in the perfect who are getting cash urate not up a who their owt 4 peo boy or a low-salaried for them. The modern bar mit you to deposit and draw at the same window, thus cutting your delay in half In the town ideal all the people who ride in street ears will be educated to step for ward during rush hours and thus save five of valuable time for a num ber of citizens who otherwise would have to wait foralater car. Street-car manners can be taught, and propaganda directed to that end might well be undertaken by the com munity as a public benefit. The greatest mistake now made by our American muni cipalities is the assumption that all educa- tion looking to the elimination of a common publie nuisance is a function of the indi vidual or the corporation affected The new idea will be based on the belief that if a few individuals are inconvenienced and slowed up the whole town must bear a part of the cost of the waste entailed ker will also per or ten minutes most The Importance of Good Health The total efficiency of a community de pends very largely upon the physical stamina and endurance of its people. How many chambers of commerce have collected figures showing the percentage of absen teeism in the chief industries of the town? If the workers in one community are absent per cent of the time and in another town are absent twelve per cent of the possible working days each year, it is clearly evident that the city fathers of the latter town have before them a problem deserving attention. Is the cause of the absenteeism a matter of health, or is it due to indifference resulting from dissatis- faction? How many empleyefs in the inefficient town have concerned. themselves with the health of their workmen? How many have group imsurance, semiannual physical examinations, dental clinics, mutual aid associations, savings schemes for encourag- ing thrift, and dozens of other proved institutions that are now considered essen- tial in the conduct of a really up-to-date business? The city fathers of the coming town efficient will assume that the sure way to build an ideal community is to start with the preservation of the health of the chil- dren. This problem will not be left to one or two doctors who are long on authority and short on funds; who have plenty of knowledge and good intentions but lack the wherewithal to bring about the consum- mation of desired plans. In one New England city careful attention to the teeth and general health of the school children has so increased the grade of scholarship that the average age of the pupils in some of the rooms has been re- duced nearly a year. The ideal town must SIX EVENING POST May 22,1920 WN EFFICIENT make provision for medical and dental at- tention to young and old who may lack the funds necessary to purchase such care. The average corporation is quite par- ticular concerning the ethics of all the people it employs. Every big company is fully aware that the telephone girl operat- ing the main switchboard, or the office boy, or the information clerk, can act in a way that will make enemies of friends and tend to bring the fair name of the company into disrepute. What is true of a corporation is also true of a town. Why is it not the busi- ness of the representative leaders in every community to help regulate the business ethics and methods of the different con- cerns that to a certain extent hold the reputation of the community in their keep- ing? By this I do not mean to imply that any local board of trade should exercise authority over the affairs of others. What would be accomplished must come from a vigorous campaign of coéperation and edu- cation and not from any pernicious med- dling in private matters. Ninety per cent of the business errors that occur are the result of ignorance rather than intention. The Perfect Town of To-Morrow It is to be expec ted that those who guide the destiny of any town pay close attention to the purity of the water supply, the effectiveness and completeness of the street lighting system, the quality of the city’s ewerage and sanitation, and the means provided to safeguard the community from and fire However, the model to-morrow will be made up of been educAted is that a letter that the one violence town of men who will have to know how important it shall be signed in such a way who receives it will be able to decipher the correct name signed by the author of the letter. Everything that comes from this town efficient will bear the mark of perfec- People will come to say: “‘ Have you Smithville, or have you ever , business tion ever been in done bu Iness with anyone W ho lives there That's some town! It has the best schools, the best health record and the lowest mor- tality of any community in the state. It hasn't any slums and there is no poverty. **Some years ago a group of business met in Smithville got together and decided to run their little city in a scientific manner They started an investigation that had several dozen aims. It was all done simply by agitating and disseminating the truth One examination in several factories re- vealed that each cubic foot of air contained more than 200,000,000 tiny particles of dust that were extremely dangerous to the lungs and air passages of the workers. The owners of these plants were shown how greatly it was to their interest to remedy this unhealt hful condition, and to-day these same factories are models when it comes to a proper supply of good light and pure air. A couple of members of the Smithville Board of Trade were appointed a com- mittee to solve the problem of rats, mos- quitoes and flies. A city ordinance was enacted that made the foundation of every new house wholly ratproof; there isn’t a mosquito within a mile of the town; and all the flies that are left are having the time of their lives trying to find a stray bit of gar- bage that will furnish them with something like a square meal. As a result of this elimination of insect pests and vermin the town is free of malaria and has forgotten that there ever was a disease called typhoid. “Smithville established a department of child hygiene, and the health condition of every child in the town is now studied by highly trained experts. Recommendations are made to the parents and the teacher in all cases where it is found that conditions need correction. Where necessary, glasses are fitted for the eyes, the teeth are ex- amined and looked after, and mentally backward children are classified so that proper corrective measures may be taken Every home containing children who are too young to go to school is visited at stated intervals by a physician and a public nurse Parental supervision is also provided as a free service by the town wherever it is pos- sible or desired, and this has reduced the maternal and infant mortality rate in this community to the lowest figure shown in any town in the country. The height and weight of each child in the schools are re- corded every month. These examinations are followed by careful suggestions concern- ing the correct food and the proper exercise for each child who is undernourished. The monthly progress of the children is care- fully observed and recorded. “The Smithville Committeejon Fatigue in Industry has set a record in accomplish- ment. As a result of the work of these in- vestigators all the officers of the leading industries in the town have become inter- ested in the most modern methods that are employed to increase individual output with a minimum of tiresome effort. Rest periods have been established, the working positions of the employees in all the plants have | studied and proper support in the of chairs and benches have been supplied. In two large machine shops rhythmical movements for the workmer have been introduced with much suc This has relieved the fixed attention of the men and consequently has reduced fatigue Industrial accidents have been lowered toa seemingly irreducible minimum “One of the many interesting com mittees in Smithville was authorized to make a tudy of the telephone and the mails. This committee started an educa tional campaign that affected the whole population of the town in a most beneficial manner. None of the Smithville citizens waste time on the telephone by saying hello. They all answer the phone's ring by announcing, ‘Mr. Blank speaking.’ Every- one is considerate of the other fellow’s time and you don’t wait two or three minutes for someone to answer in Smithville.” een Way cess Helping the Postal Clerks “All letters and circulars that the busi- ness men in Smithville send out are prop- erly addressed. They have been taught the rules of the Federal postal service and know that though the post-office people may use the telephone book or other source of infor- mation to deliver a first-class letter that is insufficiently addressed, no such effort is put forth to get third-class mail to its destina- tion. Ifacircular is not fully addressed it dies in the post office, because the postal laws forbid directory service for mail of that kind. Congress refuses to permit the Post Office Department to spend money to correct the negligence or indifference of the senders of third-class mail. The business men in Smithville also try to avoid load- ing the local post office down with great quantities of circulars late in the day. They get this class of mail off their hands in the morning, making it possible for the postal employees properly and quickly to handle the more important first-class letter mail that reaches the post offie¥ at the end of each working day. “T might tell you a whole lot more about Smithville, but just run out there some day and note how the happiness and prosperity of the people cause them to walk with their heads up and their shoulders thrown back. The drug stores do a rotten business in health tonics, while the savings banks are the busiest shops in the whole town. The annual illness of workers still costs the United States $2,000,000,000 each year, but don’t go away with the idea that Smithville has contributed to this total. “And when it comes to verbal hypnosis, the foreign or domestic agent doesn’t get far in this wise town. All the Smithville folks are able to see clear through the clever disguise of Old Man Anarchy, who recently came back to us with new clothes and a new name. Fads and cults may get along in some communities, but in this town effi- cient even the lowliest workman has been so educated that no one can fool him into believing that the way to imitate a golden age is to spend a lot and work a little.”

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everybody his troubles, because he can’t pick ’em. He’s ten thousand tothe bad now and he’s only been playin’ ’em a couple of days. They goin’ for fair and he’ll stand for a tip from any cook or stable- *ve got him boy. Besides which he’s workin’ his old hunch bug overti He'll play : now from the numbers on a street the book of Revelations ‘So that’s the how of it?’’ commented e bookmaker “Yes,” continued Mr. Klump; ‘‘and when I told him about the big play over here he had a hunch right could do better if he was to circulate his money in the rooms He thinks he gets too much free information when he goes to the tracks and that it puts his judgment on the blink.” Mr. Klump had not anywise exaggerated matters. Stormy Sellers’ lucky star had gone behind a cloud ‘**I need a new deal all round,” he told himself, ‘‘and if I go over to Repstein’s pool room I won't be worried by every tout and hanger-on round here.” But even then the luck did not change. Day after day he crossed the bay and sat in Repstein’s place until the last race had beer called off evening found him several hundreds poorer *‘He’s be ginnin’ to feel the gaff,”’ com- ented the astute Mr. Repstein. ‘He won't last much longer and I’m goin’ to try an experiment. I got to take him fast now.” “T thought you had goin’ pretty * ventured Mr. Klump away that he and every nim well as it Wa ‘That show how you don’t know nothin’, Joe,” expostulated Jakey ‘*His money 1s a git tro ¥ on, because he ‘ ildn’t pict iw t intil the race wa over But | he was to blow bac to the race track with what he has left. It vould be like lo oO much easy mone Chere ain’t nobody a-goin’ to pluck that bird but me, and whe yet through with him he won’t eve have the pinfeathe ef Now, Joe, I'm ¢ to show yu some t “ + ' Mr. Repstein t pencil and paper and 1 scraw guised hand wrote the following note Mr. SELLERS Dear Sir I have watched you play ball lots of times and am one of your admirers. I am out at the race track rubbin’ a horse called Stormy Petrel. He is oil in the can i when he next starts you better have a good bet down on hin Throw out all his other race Phe don’t go. You will understand Your friend SAM JACKSON. neet 1 he pas ed the ‘If 1} NW anytl gy he’d hock hi ul to bet on ati e that. The Stormy end of it will ketch } re because it'll be 1 hunch ' w that old goat Stormy Petre] He \ ir-vear-old maiden and ain’t beer e-two-three in the cheap- est kind of compar They say some crazy woman owns him and starts him once a week Just to see her jacket paradin’ past the grand stand. But with this frame-up stormy wlll and pull in the gangplant Jakeyv had diagnosed the ca e with singu- lar perspicacity. Mr. Sellers received the letter in due rse and rose to the ba i a trout to a we hosen fl ‘Now here’s a copper-bottom hunch,” he chuckled as he read it This nag name is Storr Petrel and my nickname Stormy Beside which I have the real old informat fresh from the manger. It the horse wa for carded to go y. Stormy Petrel wa THE SATURDAY HUNCHES Concluded from Page 34 Stormy the fer bee line for Repstein’s. T man saw him coming and met halfway. ‘Looks like as if you had a good thing to-day?”’ greeted that gentleman. “What prices are you layin’ against Stormy Petrel?”’ replied Mr. Sellers by way of answering the query. ‘Bein’ as it’s you, Ill lay you twenty- five to one that he ain’t first, fifteen that | he doesn’t enough, ain’t it? Mr. Sellers had counted his bank roll carefully in the morning. He discovered that he had only two thousand dollars left of his erstwhile fortune. He decided to split it. “Four hundred goes that they first,”’ he replied as he took the elastic off his roll. ‘“‘Then I'll bet you four hundred more that he’s as good as second and two hundred bucks that he can ru to grab the small end of the on, Repstein?”’ y and made a 1e latter gentle- opportunity crossed to one he ain’t second and eight to one that finish third. That’s liberal see hir fast er ough Am | purse ‘That’s what you are, Stormy,” re torted the other gentleman, reaching for the money. “‘But what’s the matter with you? Why don’t you bet it all? You'll get more if you wir ‘Yep,” shot back Mr. Sellers, ‘‘and I’ll be walkin’ home if I lose,” Later in the afternoon the third race wa called. Stormy Sellers paced up and dow: nervously as he heard the first rattle of the telegraph instrument. But the message it bore fairly earthquaked hin t ‘Stormy Petre ran away four miles going to the post,”” announced the opera t “The judges have ordered him wit araw ‘ Sellers almost collapsed in the nearest Chall Half } remaining re irces were gone and he hadn't even got arun for his mone It Wa a bitter pill to Wwaliow, especia is he noted the g of triumph on Mr Repsteir face But iway pac mMmewhere I stor seliers ancestry mu nave bee t ng t ot interrined warrior hve ur ist catastrophe did not da tnu I'll wait until that bird starts aga he told hir olf nd ther l pet eve I won't put down another bet until I p the balance of the treasure on the ‘ ground where | lost the other half of it I'wo days thereafter Storr Petre A carded to go again and [ namesuke made i ther pilgrimage across the ba We here our old favorite g te t to beat a few of *¢ to-d ! ered Mr. Repsteir Are you trong for ee Aine ) Goi t het the wor Jakey.’ ‘ p ied the baseb magnate Well, if that’s the case returned the other, “I'll boost the odds for ‘ I lay i thir to one th he d t yet dadown there first, vert to e that he t second and ten that he ain’t third How’s that Fair enough,” agreed Mr. Seller He took out his bar rol pped a filts dollar note from it and handed the balance to the bookmaker ‘You car plit that nearly as you can, he enjomed If it don’t win I’m a pauper he race was the first « the program and Stormy did not have long to walt, be ‘ a few moments thereafter the telegrap! operator announced that the horse were at the post Repstein leaned over that official lesh and spoke In a rapid aside ‘See that long, tall guy out there smokin’ the big black cigar * he whi pered rhe man at the key nodae “Well,” wad on tnat lobster EVENING POST to put the iron into him good and hard, when you call off t and make it appear that Stormy When that hung falls I want him to fall hard. ‘Not for the poor guy if he’ “You do as you're told round here or I'll get someone that will Oh, I'll do it, but I hate to,” He straightened round and grasped the Pleasing to the Ear Exquisite to the Eye— ong voice of one who! **He must of got o PLAYERPHONE TALKING 4223-41 W. 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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST May 22,1920 Quality Goes Clear Through The undeniable disposition on the part of the American public to regard the Dort as a particularly desirable car to own is by no means a matter of the moment. Rather it is a steadily growing pref- erence extending over a period of years that is simply becoming more strongly pronounced as time goes by. Go back in your memory and you will find that you have always held a very high opinion of the Dort. If today that esteem for the Dort 1s much deeper and more definite the reason is that the increasingly large number of Dorts guing into use 1s piling the proof in favor of the car higher, and higher, and higher, PRICES Pouring Car Roadste - bourseason Sedan lFourseason Coupé F. O. B. Factory Wire whee ind spare t re extra DORT MOTOR CAR COMPANY_ Fling=Mich.

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* \ tj i | 4 an ; y \/ M 1 , QUIT-OF-DOORS | The Trout of the Rockies Syme egies on a special story on J angling conditions in and round the Yellowstone Park, a gentleman writing from an Eastern city adds some further infor- mation “The article depicting conditions as re- gards fish in Yellowstone Park was not overstated —the reverse, rather. I spend about half my time in Jackson's Hole, where I have a cabin, and have been going into the park with pack trains for years. It can hardly be said there is any fishing worth the name inside the park, and the pot fishing has been going on for years. I used to kick, but accomplished nothing, and lately have held my peace. I had hoped that Superintendent Albright would do better, but you must remember that he is subject to great pressure, and has other fish to fry “One trouble with the park fishing is that there has never been any consistent effort at restocking. In this connection a pamphlet issued under the auspices of the United States Fish Commission contain some very instructive data. I also suspect that the presence ol the pelicans, which are rapidly increasing, a causative factor. They subsist on fry and fingerlings, and it is from them that the trout get the tapeworm, with which they are infested The pelic ins ought to be destroyed in large part, if not itterly ‘The elk are going to catch blazes in winter, largely « In regard to the action of the supe tendent of Yellowstone Park on the market fishing propo ition, it 1s a great ple isure to e statement from Mr. H. M. Al bright, superintendent of the park: ite th “IT did not mind in the least the reference to the market fishing in the Yellowstone that I ab | tice ter eur confers t ‘ It Vill eve be permitted again a long is I ( thing to do with the park, or wit other park Fine! We may therefore feel that the ile of these trout 4 nh aiwa have ‘ longed to land me ind whict Oo long were id ( | yw has ended 1 trust that our friend who did not get anything | } ing ot ce eto } sometime to mix a me r, a good, high and strong ek n mething off the tree, a case Yet another gentleman, of a_ life r porting experience Montana, Idaho and Wyoming, commenting on the said Yellowst Park article, writes regarding the change r sporting conditior all through the region: ‘The story aby al the Yellowstone eoul try was not hall strong enougn on the rule and regulations in Yellowstone Park, one of which ts that you can take twenty trout in a day, no matter whether they weigh ten ounces or ten pounds apiece Neither did the article bear half hard enough on a local power compar for destroying the finest rainbow fishing in the United States. They have made a bluff at a hatchery at the upper dam, and claim they are going to stock above and be low, but I have not known them to put in any fish, though they jo catch some rainbows that come out of the lower dam into Meadow Creek and take their spawn which I understand is hipped to other parts of the state, none vhatever being planted in the Madison River itself I have had correspondence with the company, but with little satisfac tion. They claim if it had not been for them there would never have been any rainbows in the Madison, which may be the fact—when I first fished it in the 1 in it, eighties there were no trout at al nothing but grayvling and whitefish “The last word I have is that the Madi- on is lower than ever known and frozen olid in the deeper pools. This will about fix the rainbow fishing in that stream for- ever It was poor enough last season. For many days I did not take a single trout that 1 would keep except a few for meat at the ranch, which were not often needed, a there are plenty of fish butchers from Butte and elsewhere who would bring in some- thing or anything. I have spent five or six summers at a place near the mouth of the West Fork, and can see great changes in the fishing on the Madison. I give it about one year more—at the outside two—to get so you could hardly get a mess with bait. Five years ago I never saved a rainbow less than two pounds, and have put back thousands that would go over three pounds, all taken on the fly. The biggest I ever got was six and a quarter pounds—not half a dozen would go five pounds. ‘I also have witnessed the slaughter at the slack water of the upper dam, but I never put a hook in there and never will I have visited friends who camped on the South Fork and the North Fork catching spawning trout. This party was headed by a man seventy-six vears old, who never caught a trout until I showed him how to use a fly a few years ago. His hands tremble so he cannot change a fly has to use a cane to balance himself wher casting, but he has be I never knew of this man catchir g over the limit that the law allows, though he had men to clean and give away hi fish to tourists or natives. When I told him trout were on their spawning beds at should not be caught he broke camp the next and he ome quite skillful the above-mentioned a many times in Montana, Wyoming h Columbia 1 Al i, and personally know all the old-timers mentioned by that writer, as I have hunted and fished almost every nountain, lake and eam in the Blackfoot country, and have spent months } for the last KX Ve mm the with old Ed le Te I fished most all e strean i 1 would iiket ask, where it r s the best ra w fly fish g lett not teelnead cutthroat ry Loch Leve 4 The Madison w the best of them all, but that is gone. ‘There r r left in Idaho I r u ledpe pear { ! yr do I ire fc of the streams of Ores Calif r Wa ngt with their underbrust drif nd so The Boulder Rive Park ( uv hed out the Lower Y tone I don’t caren h for i tream I eve n Wyoming for real fly fishing I h the Stinking Wate Fishhawk and n ir streams are all yhit for camp meat. Tell me where I can get away from the traveling public, and get one big ra ww trout a du three pounds o! over The ] r Hole R er Wa yood one mie elore ( I week-end excu tra from Butte 1 t ir he off or se beautiful te now without SUCes ind the Red Re bout the Same ‘In my judgment, after al] these streams have been fished dry, the Upper Yellow tone will furnish fair fly fishing from the Nine Mile Post down to the upper falls i the Government will do something to he out that great natural breeding ground of Yellowstone Lake top all et fishing and make the limit twenty i da ‘ instead of twenty tish a day *T suppose u and I will be found some ] T day holed up on the north side of a moun- tain or like some old buffalo bull up at the head of a dry coul waiting for strength to make one more rur I have lost cor iderable of my desire for big game, but thirty-live ears ago, when I first came to Montana, I used to enj elk and mountain sheep Have not killed y running down bull an @lK ince JS8S7 Tha Va wher Kd Staley, of Henry Lake, and I starved f even day on a nunting tri J na 1 é + } ] } } ; f t, killed a six-point bull elk— but unfortu nately it had a bell on it! Hungry as we were, we just covered that e] ul brush and made a sneak, thoug! fara we knew, there was not a ranct t + ! ‘tT / , ; sixty miles of us. The rawhide llar a tached to the bell was about a half inct wide at the bell, but had stretched thin a a fishline at the top of the neck ‘I was reading about a certain man who killed eight double trais on quail or covey rises, I never equaled that, thoug! wa upposed to be the pion of the Nort} nN have made a double on a for many years I wing-shooting cha western State golden eagle and a blue grouse, going dow! hill ninety miles an hour, one e lee be- hind the other; have made a double on a THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Cup Winners in golf and business are the keen, clear-sighted men. If your work tires you, if your score is “off,” Have your eyes examined You may not need glasses, but if your favorite optical specialist SavVs Vou comfort, pleasure and profit: in . - y MW caring She//tex Ke. Kies do, you Shur-on will tind EIN SONS Co. 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THE SATURDAY grouse and i fawn deer: a double o ] ouse and a mountain hor and la tly, ona pint iil yrouse and a friend of vho was hid in the brush so I did not him. I guess that string of doubles is some!” I don’t know about that last —I once bled on a teal duck and a trout fisher- or, rather, got them both at Not that I was ever about It. As to the Yellowstone limit of twenty pounds a day rather nty fish a day, I hardly can agree very well-posted friend. There are reams in the park where it would take fish to make twenty pounds, and it is ot often to-day that one will get over a dozen of the big fellows. I myself that ten fish a day, no matter what he size, would be a better plan than the resent under which the fish are so idily disappearing There is no doubt ¢ Upper Yellow / / / ~~ —) —— 7 Upp \ Kipp, trout supply of a / J / of the trou f i ' ~ . ‘ 3 P j one spec ially th our one f the fecundity of the tone River and Yellowstone These wa heart of the | Unhappily, toe ighty per cet nt taken there are infested with Perhaps our friend ha recent angling scenes along the one rv ance, thirty-tw “4 plefishi om ¢ ridge at the ount of Because | ievicaetnwin: tier Arilh-Rokes | ise incense ata anit te Kither are small iii ech ne t ure tne Il that region vents wever, abe ut s¢ tapeworms never n the ~ ) peo time tocking the trout, there but even Oo, ame tocking ill the publie will go ’ hort time, strongly to Stock Te > « vithout it we the own»nel knows ( 0 ‘ u ! \ if these what causes squeaks and ong pag SS oe oe — There is a rattles ' ) Dbiished by e natural The drill holes in spring bolts “we and king bolts, through which oe thei must have small. So grease them up, leaving the bolt dry Oil-Kipps appeal cal who reams travel, } rroposition. th ) is to increase the lubricant to be hing That ts ™ | 1 " ClORS obvi itr no nent what ted with frequently fail to good rainbow waters of the Heb- Fork of the Madison ice which I I myself will Ordinary cups relief because they force their oil through the drill l dirt and dust accumulate t } wain, a day was Oil-Kipps shoot heavy oil so a hegen Po By wh that olten ‘ rit , ) All the best of the open used to clean badly ters a es almo on give ur friené ks 1 or a also cannot le when one they are out strongly gummed drill holes ag, Se anne “ tocked they arer irded wardens or if they fished by sportsmen alone butchers and other per there are cou West erately good sport for an Meantime ther oO use 1dden y yet which v n bot ave our « for ) > ) filling loads them with watched by shots for a month, simply snapping the tu can lubri hrough the three One enough and by and not either ignorant nth trean all offer mod- ite time, spring plunger y« which your chassis in minutes would cate indefir looking fe millenniun r any If your dealer does not carry Oil-Kipps, send “Silencing the Chassis.” MADISON KIPP CORPOR : = : . Mad River Ma 1 W : > ’ apart of his le Oil -Kapps visits. tenor KEEP CARS NEW ely ve na agent Ryo on the Madison he Madi and its tributaries here was h the a suggestion of ims by power ‘I was particularly inter ( erence to gravling The yl ivling the Madison as if by magi dams were put in we used tof up and the Madison and our « would t almost entirely of whitefish. T) very few grayling and only a The latter were caught in the r tributary streams. When the dam at the lower end of the Madison there was a general prophecy that was to be a thing of the past and would be no opportunity for the Within two or three years your came Refore iten ere few There : rer ) : Kipp for st { knuckles and i other ve < r sh tv increase EVENING POST after the dam went in grayling appeared in startling numbers and within five years I think there was the best grayling fishing in the Madison River that could be found in the United States, and at the time people began to take trout, in the and surrounding streams, that were of enormous sizes as to surprise the natives. I myself have caught trout weigh- ing ten pounds. We also caught any num- ber of grayling “There could only be one way to account for the presence of these large numbers of fish. That was that the lake made a splen- did spawning and breeding place, and that the advantages thus accrued far out weighed the disadvantages due to inadequate fish ladders and the failure of the fish from below to get up the stream “This extraordinary condition attracted fishermen from all over the country; people drove for long distances. It is nothing unusual for people to drive from Helena, Butte, and all of the surrounding towns, for even one day’s fishing. Of course the treams have been constantly stocked with fry: but, nevertheless, the tremendous drain due to the large number of fishermen present at all some extent depleted the stock The grayling seem to come and go Whether it is due to any natural condition or to the fishing, I do not Trout are more plentiful than they ever Of course when I say ‘are more plentiful’ I mean that such has been the case in the last few years. Since I have been governor I have not been able to visit the Madison as often as I used to in the old days, and seven years make quite a differ- Nevertheless, Il have kept in touch with the situation and I assure you I appre- what you say. ‘I agree with anywhere times has to know were ence ciate you in regard to the mar- ket fishermen. Early in the war there was a great demand for food fish. The Legis- lative A in 1915 put the ban on whitefish At the urgent solicitation of many people and because of exigencies of the situation I[ recommended to the ial session of the Legislative Assem- that whitefish be made ubject to sale ar measure This was done. The » warden, Mr. DeHart, objected stren- as did most of the sportsmen. I] am need now that they were right and the rest of us were wrong about it. re was not the benefit derived from the ale of fish that we had hoped for, and there was great damage done. ‘We endeavored to try to get matters traighte ned out at the regular session of the Legislative Assembly a year ago, but unfortunately there political quabble over the yame warden’'s office and as a result we did not get very much that useful in the way of game legislation, but we did get a lot of things that were positively harmful. The Legislative As- embly finally passed through both houses a measure that in my opinion would have equivalent to the annihilation of all I vetoed the bill af- embly arose a wa heer the game in the state ter the adjournment of the session. An angler of Salt Lake adds his com- ment on the trout situation in the Rockies: “The story about the park and Idaho is interesting to anyone who ever cast a fly over the most beautiful stream in the West—the Madison River. It brings back the memory of many days spent on the South Fork, and the regret that the days of the trout there are numbered. On that river 1 have seen many a time when the trout would jump clear of the water to trike the fly, and I have seen as many as ix rise to a single fly. I remember one time on Beaver Creek, which empties into the Madison below the Hebgen Dam, I fished less than a hundred yards and got plenty of trout for six of us at supper. I have seen grayling cover the entire bottom of Grayling Creek, and have seen them taken by the gunnysackful, only to be wasted. I have pleaded with fellows to let up on the fish and game, but few of them realize that it is only a matter of a few years before it will all be over “I live in Utah, but I go to Idaho and Montana because the streams of Utah are known to the fish hogs, and there are but few places left in Utah where one can get a mess of fish. We have several lakes, but the stream for me. Fish Lake is our best bet for lake fishing. It is hidden among the pines on a crest among high peaks in Southern Utah. The water is always clear, no inlet, and the lake affords wonderful trolling; sometimes before sunrise a there is May 22,1926 and after sunset the fly fishing is excel- lent. There are Mackinaw trout as large as twenty-five pounds, Eastern brook trout, steelhead and the fighting rainbow. “We also have three or four good Utah streams, and the Provo River could be made next to the Madison. In the spring the Provo overflows and fills the irrigation ditches. We lose tons of trout which are carried out into the fields. This could be stopped at a nominal cost by the use of screens. Three years ago we had a sports- men’s meeting, and appointed a committee of sportsmen to ask our legislature to in- crease the license fee, so that the fish and game department could provide screens We were refused, because the department at that time was not self-sustaining. This last year the legislature did increase the license fee, and the fish and game depart- ment turned over to the state treasurer several thousand dollars which should have been expended for the protection and prop- agation of fish and game. “What the people of Utah need is to have a sportsman and writer do an article about Utah. It might wake them up. We have hundreds of good sportsmen willing to give both services and funds to maintain our streams, but they are not yet fully awake to the fact that it will soon be too late. Utah will have thousands of tourists and pleasure seekers visiting our new national park in the little Zion Cafion. When the streams of Utah begin to get such a whip- ping as the northern streams receive from the tourists round Yellowstone Park it will quicky spell the end, unless we get busy It hurts me, because I love to fish with the fly. Well, as I sit listening to the moaning of an Idaho blizzard which has_ brought down a foot of snow in our valleys, I know it means plenty of water and good fishing next summer up north.” A very good letter, and with much truth init. Salt Lake has a great many high-class anglers—and some of the highest-class fish hogs I ever was so unfortunate as to meet. A good many of them go into Idaho and Montana, as this writer has said. I pre- sume that it is slow or difficult for any man who has been raised out in the Rockies in the exceeding abundance of the old days to realize that that abundance cannot last forever But though there is no use in under- taking to deceive ourselves as to our less- ening game, we ought not upon the other hand to be blind as to the growing tendency in America to see the value of wild fish and game. Without any doubt there is a stiff- ening up all along the line. State laws were changed in forty-four states in the year 1919, and practically without an exception they favor the game and not the shooter more and more, There are more game-law convictions now than ever before. During the fall of 1919 the water fowl offered better shooting than for years and it is not too much to say that, granted a moderate bag limit per diem, a great many American shooters can have a go at ducks for many years to come, It is true that protection does protect. It is true that sitting hens not shot on their nests do raise chickens. The state game-refuge idea and the national-refuge idea also seem to be gaining ground. Three states in the West last year acquired lands for refuge purposes. Bird refuges are now made on all school sections in Nebraska and all the remaining state lands in Alabama. As has been indicated in these columns, more sportsmen went afield in 1919 than ever was known before—probably twice as many as ever went in any one year. Fish and game licenses were snapped up all over the country. In general it is to be said that sport was good. That, however; ought not to raise any false hopes of general and lasting abundance. The shooting on wild buffalo was just about as good in 1883 as in 1873, but in 1884 there were no buffalo at all. As the feeding grounds of game lessen, two tendencies increase: First, the game concentrates; and second, the shooters also concentrate. The result is an increase in dead game, but not an increase in live game all over the country. It is a general supply of fish and game, pretty much all over the country, in at least moderate quantities, which alone can offer the great- est good to the American people. An orgy of slaughter at some new-found point of concentration does not mean so much to you and me and our children as a half dozen birds or fish taken by each of half a Continued on Page 81)

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Continued from Page 78 hundred people in half a hundred localities. That is the heritage of America with which all of us old fogies and old croakers really are concerned. It is a general and heart- felt concern, with nothing whatever selfish about it. We are not paid to keep some other fellow from having a good time it 1s simply a question of horse sense. Camp Axes HE ot} er day the writer concluded some experiments in camp axes and finally thought I settled the n atter, to my own sat- sfaction at least. I wanted to make a little present of an ax to each of some Western friends of mine who admired the camp ax which I had along on a mountain hunt. | tried in all the shops I knew to duplicate my ax, but could not do it The best I could do was a little trapping ax of fairly good steel and a twenty-inch I sent two of these, but knew that the weight, more than two pounds, put them both out of the run handle ning. [tried again inan Eastern town where axes are made, but they sent me fourteen- nch handles instead of sixteen-inch han- dles, and the weight was still a little more than one and a half poun which was

my limit. Then I made a picture of my ax head, and a measurement of the butt of the head, and that on to an ax-making firm and told them I wanted a handle six- teen inches in the ear, or eighteer inches from the outside edge of the ax head. This time I got the goods My new axes weighed just a little more than a pound and a half, but the firm wrote me: ‘We are shipping two axes as near to your specif is wecan. Our axes hand forged, and it is impossible to get each ix the same as though they were made by We note that your old ax weighs one and a half pounds with the handle, but as you have used it for several years it is evidently worn somewhat, and would not sent

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weigh quite as much as when new.” N y friends out West now have three axes each, none of them bad, and in their belief as well as mine the last one is about the real thing for a belt ax as we Too short a handle, say four- gives just a little scanty pur- chase in real chopping. Too long a handle, say twenty inches, makes it awkward to sit down comfortably with the ax on the belt. Too heavy a head makes the ax tiresome to carry. These axes have splendid steel in them. I think that with such specifications one can get the biggest little ax yet devised. here is a world of poor ones on the market, yme of them large and clumsy, some of them large and punk, and others small and We found that my little ax, with its a handle sixteen inches in T a

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neavy. keen edge and the lear, would put a camp together and keep it going mighty well ft I just offer the tip feeling und for a practical ection is that dollars apiece lor mine, for anyone t ax. My recol axes cost me thre« but I would not take thirty r I go hunting ir t always have an iX, a KI safe hung on me omewhere, and I don’t want any of these ) pull down ar y more than is absolutely necessary. Of course a whetstone goes ilso-—-carborundum. Any good hunter de- s a dull ax or a nicked one

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a strange country I 1 fe al d a matc? Rods and Flies Lamar, AN INQUIRER i Missouri | have been following your nstructions about fishing rods and reels. I have thrown aside a fine-looking rod as useless because too whippy, but I cut off inches from the top of the middle joint and it works nicely now. I also fitted 1 cork barrel on my reel ‘Not being an adept at fly tying, per ips I don’t know about bucktails. I rdered some by mail, but they were a nnamon color, for all the world like fox juirrel tails. Yet in a sporting catalogue | see bucktails described as snow-white. Car you explain how to make one?” Most of those white spoonhook bobs are goat hair. The hair of the fox squirrel is juite often used in fly tying, and a fly made of that hair, with a peacock harl body and a red tag, is quite a killer. Squirrel hair mats together more than deer hair when wet. For the real bucktail, either the red, the blue or black hair of the deer tail may be used by the maker, Sometimes the white hair can be used as the body or some times a little white and gray hair mixed will do for the wings. There is no fixed rule. tes from

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You can’t tell a man how to tie a fly — he has to see it done. About all I can say is that you take the fly hook, say Number ix, wax a stout black thread, silk or ever linen, wrap the hook up and down with the thread, so the body will not turn on the hook. Begin at the bend of the hook and tie on the small end a small bunch or pinch of the hair, with a couple of half hitche Wind the hair and thread round and round to make a body, and tie off the head wit} more half hitches. Don't try to make any hackles. To make the wings cut a pinch of the hair, say twice as long as your hook, hold the butts of the hairs together at the head of the hook and wrap down tight with the thread and finish off with two or three haif hitches. That is all there is about it. You have to dip the head of the fly in shellac or varnish to keep it from coming untied. Anyone trying to make a bucktail after this direction will probably have something pretty weird, but the rougher these things are the more fish they seem to take. Most of the commercial bucktails have too much hair, too big a body and wings that stand too straight. The wings ought to lie along the hook almost parallel. That means that sometimes the head runs back

on the wings a little bit to hold them down, and makes a rather clumsy-looking fly; but that does not seem to hurt the killing quality. Why do trout eat these things? I’m sure J don’t know. In fishing them, as I many times have said, they should be moved through the water ir hort jerks and kept going, not just al- lowed to float. Where the Money Goes T COMMONLY is ums raised through the of fishing and shooting licenses ing millions of dollars anni plied by the different sta for the purpose of protecting and increasing the fish and game. This is by no means the Cause Many states upposed that the enormous sale iggregat lly ire ap

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annot offhand say just how many—turn all this money into the general fund. Some states apply for protection more money than the entire licen me ostensibly apply all the license fund to protection In yet others the license money more or ankly goes to support the,state and county warden which quite fre- quently is nothing but a part of the political machine, change of administration mear ing a change of local wardens all over the Usually that does not make much difference, because a poor or shiftless local license comes to

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system, state game warden may be about as useless a piece of timber as well might be discovered ; but the theory of political ( wrong, leaves no incentive to come efficient in the thankless job of game- wardening. No one loves a game warder except his political boss. There known of men who got their start ir

inge Is all since it be- are cases | 1 | ties by the thoroughness of the political] organization which they gave to the system of state game wardens. It is due in good part to practices such as these that fish and game are passing so rapidly in the United States. It absolutely is noone’sfault but ourown. What is wrong about our shooting and fishing resources is wrong also in our politics. When we begin to realize that all the game wardens, all the sheriffs, all the representatives ir the state legislature, all the representatives in Con gress, all the bureau chiefs and bureau clerks—are merely our servants and not in the least our masters, we shall begin to have rather better shooting and fishing, and not before. Also, perhaps, we shall have lower costs in our fishing and shoot ing outfits and in living expenses, and a country far more happy all round. The people govern this country, but the people don't seem to know it. Imported Game Birds F YOU like you can get from the Depart ment of Agriculture a copy of the game laws for the current year. After done so, the best thing you can do will be to pay a lawyer a retainer, and to hire a skilled accountant and nographers who are good at tal Then perhaps you may be able to figure out something applicable to your own case in the conflicting masses of open and closed seasons on this or that game in this or tha zone, state or county. There is nothing of which we ought to be proud in the system vou have

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of American game laws simply a series of attempts to eat your cake and have it, to prove that you can divide two by five and get away with it. For ir stance, the county laws of the state of Mary- land are very ancient and very conflicting What you may do in one Southern state you may not do in another adjoining it and this is not only as to state laws but as to national laws covering migratory fowl. Among the masses of information which, if you have time, you can find by consulta- of our game laws you will find many ge and foreign names applied to game in simple American communities—Hun garian partridges, Mexican quail, ring neck pheasants, and so on, all are now billeted in our farming states. All of the pecies have cost you and me money some way or other and at one time or another Our state game farms hatch some of these birds and turn them down. Then we apply a close season on the new species —which i observed by no one—and then in our report to the governor we tell what we know about the success of the experiment I don’t know why anyone should want to introduce the Mexican quail into any part of the United States. I never saw one, and never want to, outside of the natural running habitat of that blue sprinteF. | have shot bobwhite quail in parts of the Central States where a tradition existed that Hungarian partridges had been planted have even been cautioned not to go beyond a certain rail fence nigh on to which a bunch of these birds was reported to have its sacred habitat. But I never saw one of them. In Illinois and Wester: you can while see a ring-neck pheasant, and more money has been spent in introducing this bird than any other foreign bird in our list Reports say that in Pennsylvania it now is more or less abundant statements bitterly denied by others who would be glad to meet one of birds on a dark night. It seems to be true that the has a straggling foothold here and there pretty much across the United States. The results of the Judge Denny experiments in 3- | planting Mongolian pheasants tothe Nort} States are that: They represent

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nay, some states once In a these species trar so widely led to them here As to the value of tne ring-neck pheasant as a game bird in the Middle West and ir the East, opinions differ. It is well suited to the English form of driven game— flocks of the birds being put up by beaters and driven over the blind In this country, however, the only westerr Known

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to that kind of sport which 1 e is found iY duck shootir v either ov OVS or oT passes, We want a game bird w h wil lie to the dog iW ipland shooting, and practically all our upland shooting is or ing birds, not driven birds. I have the ring-neck lie stone close to the dog, and seen many of them kil t the consensus of opinior they In no way approach sporting dog our native gr instance, would trade th our ri LP0OT

1 over point su seems to be ha for use v Who, for tr the yUSE ner, head for head | the Western prairie cr ] Ker dur ny Wi ‘ life as a species we had as good bird dogs a the world ever saw At least one frank Pennsyls says of the imported bird: spoker ‘A number of our old grouse and qua hunters complain that the pheasant ire ] ; ther nor nil as a sporting bird, will neither lie no rise to a dog meaning a setter or pointer Some other mar This I believe ab olutel ner of hunting must be used to get sport or meat from them. They seem entirely too fast on foot, and loath to take wing as long as there is cover. to be hunted in the let surely manner that makes quail hunting uch a gentlemanly sport. The quail have been so scarce in th particular county that I have not shot one here in ter years, and until the winter of 1917 have seen none after the middle of September. The grouse are aiso gone except in our rougnest parts and are now under state protectior Bird dogs are correspondingly few | now of or three broken dogs owned by acquaint i ( and they get one week’ work per year on some trip outside,” Shrinking Heads I AVE ou measured your pet bighorr head of late? How long since you last measured it? What will you bet that it is 4 big to-day as it was last year? The chances are that if it is a fresh head it near so big r to-day as it was last

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A fine head of the bighorn will shrink at least two inches; so that when we speak of record heads we are speaking in very relative terms. Much depends on when the head was measured. There is in the University Club at Chi- cago what I have always believed to be the largest bighorn head in the United States it has been so declared by many sportsmen and taxidermists who saw it. This head twenty years ago in a sportsmen’s show in New York was measured by the Big Game Committee at twenty-two and one-half inches, or at least by two of the commit- tee of three it was so recorded. Theodore Roosevelt was one of that committee, but I do not now recall what his measurement made the head. A taxidermist measured it carefully later on, when he mounted it, after the head was beginning to lose its green stage, in which the first measurements were made, and made the measurement round the base of the horn eighteen and one-half nches. Some time after that I measured the head again and found it just seventeen! Allowing for all discrepancies in measure- ment—I believe that this head has shrunk at least three inches, perhaps more, though it is even now the most massive head of which I have any knowledge. Measure up your old sheep head. If it goes fifteen inches you have got a peach of a head. Here is something which I find in of the sportsmen’s journals, Outdoor Life, written by a man who has given the matter attention: “*T have been a professional taxidermist for twenty-eight and in that time have measured many large heads of all kinds. It was after coming to the West, that I first noticed the matter of A friend was telling me of a fine 17!.-inch sheep head he had at his ranch, About three months after we were talking of it | was at the ranch and put a tape round the base of the horns, and they showed but 15! 2 This was about two years after having been killed. Of course he could hardly believe his eyes and measured them over himself with the ame result. It looked very much as if he had made a mistake or had been handling the truth a little carelessly. I told him he must have dreamed it and he was a little inclined to believe I was right. ‘However, I first woke up to the truth when I bought two large heads, the largest 17%, inches and the other seventeen. I paid out real money and a good price, and took particular pains to measure them care- fully. Owing to so much custom work it was nearly two years before 1 mounted them, and of course they were measured igain. The largest one measured sixteen inches, and the other one 15!,—and I had been bragging over that large head much more than the rancher who was so humili- ated. ‘I have measured many other sheep heads since those large ones shrunk, and I find that they are due to shrink about two inches in this climate at least, and while I have heard of many large heads the largest | ever measured was my 17%, inches, ex- cept a pair of polished horns, mentioned below. “Few people would look for a change in the measurements of a moose or elk head, unless they were to be artificially spread. However, I have the figures of one large moose head which shows they do change. When | bought it in Canada it spread fifty- six inches, but it was several months before it was shipped to me, and when it arrived in my place, at Laramie, Wyoming, it only spread fifty-five inches, and when I left there sixteen months ago it spread 534, inches, and I dare say a measurement now would show less. The head has not been mounted yet and the horns are the kull. To the best of my belief this change in measurement was caused by warping of the skull, which threw the top of the antlers closer toget her. ‘I have heard of some very large sheep- in my experience, but not until I got located here in Idaho Falls did I get trace of a real monster, the owner claiming meas- urements of twenty-eight inches! 1 asked him to measure again and report. Now I am willing to allow about three inches for actual shrinkage on such a measurement, but if these horns now measure over twenty inches | would mortgage my bed to buy them. But I have actually measured a set of old polished horns which went twenty years however, shrinkage inches. on horns May 22,1920 inches. They were in the possession of Mr. Kimball, a Casper, Wyoming, druggist, and belonged to a Mr. Bullman, of England. I do not know what became of them.” Life in the Far West R. GEORGE C. MOORE, of Los Angeles, California, writes at greater length of one of those curious old humar documents, the diary of a frontiersman. venture to quote his letter, because a curious interest attaches to all these rapidly passing original sources of Western history: “In the spring of 1830 there was a young man by the name of Enos Leonard, who left our little town of Clearfield, Pennsyl- vania, for a life of adventure in the Great West. His people heard from him at St Louis, saying that he had joined a trappers expedition. Nothing was heard of him until he suddenly returned in 1835, by whicl time all had thought him dead. He had kept a kind of record of his wal derings, al d my father, who was the publisher of the local paper, got him to write out the story. It was published serially in the paper, and in 1839 it was put into book form by my father. I havea copy of the old book in my possession to-day—called Enos Leonard’s Narrative. It is all told in a very matter of-fact way, as if what Leonard went through had not been much out of the ordinary. “The company he joined was organized by Cant and Blackwell, and it went to the Laramie and Sweetwater country, where failed. Leonard became a free trapper, but he touches only lightly on his hardships and adventures, Indian fights, ¢ He now ran across the old trader, Fitzpatric K, whom he did not like. In thesummer of 1833 Captain Bonneville appears, whom you will recall in Irving’s book. Leonard went with the Bonneville party, which was sent out under Captain Walker to the Pacific Coast, acting as a clerk or secretary for Walker. What a world of adventure and hardship they had and what a chance that would have been for a more gifted writer than that matter-of-fact one. ‘This party kept to the north edge of Salt Lake and crossed the desert toa river which they called the Barren River, which they followed down to where it sank—this mean- ing of course the Sinks of the Humboldt. Here they had the fight with the Indians which has been regarded as so much a blot on Walker's leadership. They killed a great many of the Indians—Leonard thinks too many. The memory of it, as you know, preyed on Bonneville’s mind until his death. ‘Leaving the Sinks of the Humboldt they crossed the summit into a valley with hot springs—-Carson Valley. They kept up a river to the top of the California moun- tains, and he describes a lake which must have been Mono Lake. They were nearly starved, killed the poorest of their mules for food, but finally found some acorns, and afterward got some deer. Evidently they were on the north rim of the Yosemite Valley, for Leonard says: ‘We looked down over precipices nearly a mile high.’ He also speaks of coming to big trees ‘sixteen fathoms in circumference.’ He tells how they got down off of these mountains by ropes. They came into a beautiful valley that of theSan Joaquin—and finally reached the Pacific near Monterey. “They spent the winter of 1834 at Mor terey, and Leonard tells of the life there. In the spring they started back, taking the trail which ran southwest from Santa Fé. After crossing the summit they went north, very likely into the Owens Valley, finally reaching the place where they had the Indian tight the year previous, Here they heard of a river to the north—the Snake River—-which they reached, some of the party recognizing it. They followed up the Snake River to its source, and finally got back to Bonneville. The latter never got over the disappointment of this expedition, which was a failure financially. Leonard remained with Bonneville a year or so before he left. “He tells of a tribe of Indians—the Crows—who were very friendly to the whites, and stated that there was a colored man there, a kind of a chief, and wonders how that could have happened. I also wonder if this negro could not have been York, the body servant of Clark, of Lewis and Clark’s Expedition. You will recall that upon their return to the Missouri River from the Pacific, York disappears and is never heard of again. I will close by (Continued on Page 85) ind so on.

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(Continued from Page 82 saying that Leonard's people still live in that same section of Pennsylvania, a strong and thrifty family. Leonard himself went back to Missouri and died there.” I must confess that my rec ollection of the Lewis and Clark journal does not retain any mention of the disappearance of York, the negro servant, and I thought that, of course, he returned to Virginia with the leaders. It is well known that the mulatto, Jim Beckworth, lived for a long time among the Crows as a sort of chief, and the Beck- worth narrative is one of the standard volumes of the annals of the West, irrev- erent as Beckworth’s idea of the truth always was Fashions in Flies 7 literature of angling is very exten- ive and very ancient, running cen- turies into the past, and it is astonishing how slight the changes in the sport have remained—more especially ‘as to the prin- ciples rather than the appliances. There has been a very considerable alteration in ly-fishing gear, and curiously enough the new country of America has in fifty years made more improvements in fishing tackle than the Old World had produced in all the centuries since men began to cast fly. Not long ago I wa rereading one of the old Waverley Novels, St. Ronan’s Well, and found mention there of a fly fisherman so killed that he cou isalmon fly twelve yards! That is t y, he was fishing about thirty x feet which the merest novice in single-hand fly fishing would call no distance at all to-day Thi recalls the statement of our California friend, Mr Montagu, that in the old times they could scarcely cast more than twice the length of the rod. I have before me a crude little book printed in 1898 by a Philadelphia tackle maker, giving a mass of curious information. It prints the names of some five hundred artificial flies, with the description of the body, wings, hackle and tail of each. Some of these flies are of patterns that go back perhaps a century or more, all much earlier than the publishing date of this book. Other flies may have had only local popu- larity. Some of them are familiar to-day, and others are practically unknown to-day Have you perhaps ever heard of Black Pennel, My Own, Manchester, Silver Horn, Ledger Hackle, Hawthorne, Canada, Web- ster, Saltoun, Hill Fly, Torbet, Sailor LaBelle, Cracker, General Hooker, Shoe- maker, Yankee Peddler, Georgetown, Poor- man’s Fly, Hamlin, Needle Brown, Ham- mond’s Adopted, Captain Scott, Chantry, Beaufort, Dark Flaggon, February Red Frog Hopper, Cunningham, Lake Edward, Harrison, Golden Eye, Gauze Wings, Mi- ado Teaser, Wackle, Sweeney’s Alder, , Martha, Maryatt, Gravel Bed, Little Alice, Hold Hard, Lowry, , Romeyn, Ondawa, Massasaka, lunro, Ethel May, McElhattan, Quaker, Emory, Wert’s Choice, Sky Blue, Ber Bent, Esmerelda, Bowman, Cleveland, Green Glade, ¢ 1iawell, Templar, Frank 1 , Luz e, Wolf’s King, Black Duke, Oquossoc, Mourice, Little Big Horn, sissett, W. T., Chicago, Premier, Knight Templar, Fitzmaurice, Lady of the Lake, Hummingbird, Oconomowoc, Tipperlinn, Kingdom, Captain Bly, Dew Fly, Her- mance, Shain Fly, Sunset, Sheenan, Fiery a Beatrice, Tycoon, Simpson, No Name, and so forth? That will do for the list of the unknowns, and I venture to say very few anglers of to-day can offhand identify a tenth of the foregoing In the de criptions of the dress- ings I find some d plications, and one or twowrong dressings. There are three dress- ) that very standard and well Know! fly called Greenwell’s Glory of which the tradition is that it was invented i s 5 by a sporting parson in England. The first description 1 Body, dark brown, ribbed with gold tinsel; wings, brown mottled; hackle, natural red; no tail.’”’” Another description is: ‘‘ Body, olive, ribbed with gold tinsel; wings, brown mottled with black; hackle, brown with black root; no il.” The third de cription of Greenwell’s Glory is obviously wrong. It is given as “white body; clay-colored wings; natural red hackle.”’ Just to start something, what is your own idea of the real dressing of Greenwell’s Glory? I have another little book, which also originated in the City of Brotherly Love, round 1888—a crude little volume which purports to tell you how to tie artificial flies. It does give some of the basic prin- ciples of that art, though it is very brief and not very exact. Perhaps one can find an idea or two none the less; as, for in- stance, this item about flies made with bodies of silkworm gut: ‘‘A fly made with this material is very durable and attractive. The gut can be colored any shade desired with dyes, after which the body of the fly should be wrapped with silk of the same color as the gut which you intend using Soak the gut in warm water, tie it in, and wrap it on over the silk body.” There died in Chicago, in 1919, a man who in time would have been well known. His name was Ed Wyman, and he made a specialty of hair flies. Sometimes his bodies were of silk gut. His flies were beautiful and most indestructible. His art and his business died with him. This little book also tells something about making a stain for mist-colored leaders: “Into an enameled boiler that will hold one pint place as much best quality chip log- wood as will go into a teaspoon; fill the boiler with water and let it come to a boil. Allow it to boil for ten minutes, take it off the fire and place in it as much sulphate of iron as you can hold on a ten-cent piece and stir it until dissolved. Now place the gut you desire to color in the liquor one and a half minutes; then if not dark enough insert it again and allow it to stay until it has the desired shade.” We are advised that feathers for tying flies are always better in the natural colors, though sometimes hackles or other parts of the fly must be dyed. The natural oil in all feathers must be removed before the dye will take effect, our author says. ‘‘ Tie in bunches of one or two dozen at the quill end, make a suds of hot water and soap, wash thoroughly, and rinse in running water, and then use your dyes.” In this small volume the names of a few old-time flies, a part of which remain popu lar to-day, are given, with a description of the dressings, and the sage remark—whicl most anglers will think is of absolutely no dependability: ‘The rule is on a dark day to use light-colored flies and on a bright day dark or more somber colors.” Of making of artificial flies certainly there is no end I presume that there literally have been thousands of different patterns of artificial flies invented, and that every one of them at one time or another has proved killing. A few of them have come down immemorially to us almost unchanged by time. Angling opinion is divided into schools as to the use of the fly. some authorities say that two or three patterns of flies, if used all the time, will kill as many trout as two or three thousand; and I am disposed to think that very much truth lie: in this, and that the reason we take trout on this or that fly is that that particular fly happens to come above the trout at the time they want to feed. The English school of dry-tly fishing uses the very beautiful imi- tations of the natural insect, and this is the highest development of the angler’s art Upon the other hand, in this country crudi ties and monstrosities are often taken avidly by the trout, flies which have no resemblance to anything on earth Most of these unknown flies above mer tioned are of this type—flies hurriedly thrown together by some novice or some experimenter, which no doubt killed at that particular time and place. Did you, for instance, ever hear of the Jenny Lind fly? It is about as weird and impossible looking a thing as you could imagine. It is dressed with the body of yellow, ribbed with gold tinsel; the wings are either light blue or lavender; the tail-light blue or lavender; and the hackles starlet. The traditior about this fly is that some anglers who were having bad luck up in Canada—I think it was on some New Brunswick or Newfound land lakes—tied this absurd fly just to vent their spleen on the trout. To their surprise they found that the trout simply ate the fly as fast as it was thrown to them Eureka! The whole secret of the trout olved at last! Jenny Lind forever! They told all their friends and all their friends went and had Jenny Lind flies tied up by the dozens. They all went back to that same place, and to every other place where they ever fished, and so far as knowr nobody from that day to this has ever caught another trout on the Jenny Lind fly. I have tried myself sometimes to break the hoodoo. Just to start something—did you ever hear of anybody who ever caught a trout on a Jenny Lind fly? I may have asked this question before, and I never had THE SATURDAY EVENING POST wir could be a more useful or more appro- priate graduation gift than a Conk Lin Pen? Its perfect writing qual- ities, its beauty, strength and simplicity of construction will he a daily delight to any young man or woman graduate. Non-leakable in any posi tion. Points for every style of handwriting. Sold by leading sta- tioners, jewelers, drug- gists and department > | stores. $2.50 and up. PHE CONKLIN PEN MFG POLEDO, OHIO CO FILLER Fountain Pen **Right-to the Point Eee :

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Golden Nuggets that Mays J louse i] Lin st [ve rybs rly likes Feanuts ~ if they're Good / PENNANT DE _SB RAN D. UTS ‘THE NATIONAL SALTED PEANUT" Roasted il proce favo t mak ‘ rresistible, 10-02. jar, 50c 6-oz. jar, 35c Glassine bag, 5« PLANTERS NUT & CHOCOLATE CO Wilkes Barre, Pa Suffolk, Va an answer in the affirmative, though very likely the name goes back to the time of P. T. Barnum and the Swedish Nightingale. Those trout may have been Scandinavian. Something More About Beds Spe long ago I camped out in the moun- tains with a forest ranger, and we both slept in his bed. He had a feather blanket which he said he had bought somewhere in Seattle, whose contents I don’t know, but an testify that it was too warm for com- fort most of the night. I should say it was about three inches thick, quilted lightly, and in the bed roll it compressed within reasonable dimensions. I don’t know what sort of feathers were inside of it Have a look at the ofticer’s bed now or the market, with its kapok mattress. I never tried one, but it looks as if it ought to work pretty well. Have a look also at some of these army blankets which are now going on the market from the quartermaster stores here or there over the country. There may be you Cal buy a blanket and maybe you can buy an At the beginning of the war our shortage of the regulation khaki wool blankets, bought up about all the heavy Scotch worsted it could is a double reason for this overcoat. Government, during the get hold of. Some of the finest overcoat material you ever saw in your life thus went into the blankets for the doughboys. They looked a little irregular, but they were warm. The Army now is offering ese blankets, some of them ninety inches i length, at five dollars the pair; the Navy, 25 for its blankets. I bought a few of these things the other day, mighty I be lieve, gets $s and as pitiate a tailor I am going to have a real oon as I have saved money to pro- overcoat made. Of course no one can af- ford an ove in these days, for your tailor will charge you anywhere from ten to twenty dollar oat of real imported worsteds a yard for such materials I know one friend who bought enough blankets to make him six overcoats, and he says he doesn’t care now whether school ever keeps or not Of course all these blankets will do excel- lently for camp blankets i great deal of army material which ought to be salvaged by the sportsmen of the indeed, there is country Wrinkles ie ING the pleasar test forms of enter- fA tainment offered by the sporting Jour nals, commend us in general to the columns telling the hints, tips ar d points devised by many ingenious-minded mer one pleasant writer's agyreyate, in which he making a mirror by putting a rubber blanket into a pan of water. Have you not often seen a pretty girl look at her reflection in a show window as she passed Thus I note mentions along the street? That was because there was a dark background beyond the glass Same way about the par of water or ly in t set it up on edge, f course we have the usual learned ir tructions on how to make a fire without matches rhe only real answer to these matchless-tire things is Don't leave your matches at home, and don't let them get wet But here same writer brings to mind, of which you omething which this probably never heard before In the dry country, where wood is scarce, he takes a kerosene can and a porous brick. Result A camp fire in a minute, whether there is wood or not, He does not mention the little ding cooking grate with legs, which might e added to this combination. Brick, kero » you are, whether it rains or snows, whether you have wood Chis is especially desirable when one has a flivver to carry him across the desert. Of course, desert country or not, every good sporting outfit ought to include at least one desert water bottle. If you get thirsty at least your flivver will. I ! ene, cooking grate — ther or not aon t Duck Hunting de Luxe — was when we hardy duck hunters or canoemen or marsh men could row a boat, paddle a boat or run a boat with a push pole. Nowadays we have changed all that. We take a nice vacuum bottle full of hot coffee, wrap ourselves up in lamb’s wool and chamois leather, seat ourselves May 22,1920 on a nicely cushioned boat seat, and then turn on the motor, which carries us without exertion to the place where we want to go Sometimes the hardy duck shooter will have an electric foot warmer in his blind. Most of the pain and discomfort have been removed from the uncomfortable sport of duck shooting by means of these appliances, chiefest among which is the handy little outboard motor which carries us without labor across the four or five miles of water which would require otherwise a couple of toilsome hours. But beware this same labor-saving de- vice, the motor boat. A gentleman has just written that recer tly he got in jail out in Montana, all because he went to his duck blind in a motor boat and pursued a few cripples and chased up a few ducks. In Idaho, Montana and other states several arrests have followed for this same infrac tion of state and Federal laws. It is now il- legal to use the motor boat in hunting wild fow! even on the Great Lakes, a regulatior under the Migratory Wild Fowl] Law hay ing been announced, covering the entire country. Never mind what your state law is, the Federal law will catch you, anyhow, if you shoot at a duck or pursue a duck for that purpose in any boat run by a gasoline device. Trust only that propeller made up out of ash or spruce and your own gor rd right arm. This law is even wider in its appli- cation than the not infrequent state law which make it unlawful to shoot from a motor car. So you may see that a flivver in sport has grown so strong as already to need modifications and restraints. Stringing Shot YOUNG man who is just beginning to sit up and take notice of the shotgur idea asked me what kind of a gun to buy for all-round shootir g. There is no suct animal as this all-round gun in actual fact. The tendency is toward specialization Many 2 man has quit quail shooting in disgust because he was trying to kill them with a close-bored gun; and many a man has failed to stop big ducks and geese whic he could have bagged had his gun shot just a little closer. He needed two guns As to the two faults, too « lose and too open, the former is the more common in the com- mercial tirearms of to-day The stereotyped advice for the field gur is right barrel cylinder, left barrel modified choke, though as a matter of fact you hard can get an American maker to build you that kind of gun, which will not seem to him close-shooting enough. Just the same, the open gun will kill a lot more game thar you might think and, as I have more than once remarked, you must always remember that the pattern a gun makes on a piece of paper in no way represents its pattern in the air. The cylinder strings its shot a little more than the choke bore, hence the shot keep on coming up and hitting a bird as it flies through the wider pattern. I believe I may also have mentioned that a man once patterned his shotgun on a baseball thrown for him, and was surprised to find that he had hit the baseball a good deal more than half the way round. This will explain the theory of stringing shot perfectly well, and will show why the cylinder sometimes does better in the air than it does on paper. In general, the Eng lish guns are more open than ours, have a more even distribution and are shot with a straighter stock. Usually the longer a man shoots the straighter his shotgun stock will grow; and I believe that the average shotgun stock in America to-day is much straighter than it was twenty-five years ago. The typical American shotgun of that and earlier dates had a crooked stock, a heavy muzzle and a vast avoirdupois. I can remember the breechloader of my boyhood days ten gauge, with four or six drams of black pow- der and sometimes an ounce and a half of shot. You hardly could find one of those guns to-day in actual use. Each year we build our American guns classier and class- ier. After a time, methinks, we shall begin to build them opener and opener. This is heresy. of course; for the use of the choke bore in trap shooting is now pretty much the first thing thought of in the factory and in the advertising columns.

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST May 22,1920 AME PATSY, THz GUSHER QUEEN Continued from Page Iii Madame Giraud, so we ome whinin’ round me after the wel] “Well, Miz Turner was at the meeting po eto playrummy comes in, for it won’t do you no good.” to-day and she says Mr. Turner thinks th Madame Patsy immediately bridled. well has splendid prospects. She says rece i ‘I was an imperious womar like many Turner Say if they strike oil the st inother whose every whim has been ir would be worth fifty for one.” y a complaisant husband M’sieu Joe grunted in amusement ome of that stocl ‘I could have told you that myself. It’ aid, tucking her only what I been tryin’ to tell you for the past month, but you wouldn't listen.” His wife affected not to hear. “The association,”’ she continued evenly, he had gone ‘needs eight thousand dollars to buy those 1 glanced lugubriously at me pictures and that girl with the fawn, and ome on, Henree! Let’s drift!’ all we've got is two thousand. So the t 5 committee decided it would be a fine thing rhe stock’s quoted a r ol Next « was the meeting of the execu to buy some of the Little Phoebe st * he retorte e committee of the art association, called an sell it when it goes up.” Maybe so. But it'll be quoted at ;: devise ways and means of purchasi: cent on the dollar a month from now veral paintings and pieces of culptu declare, a man of your age being that easy M I been much admired at the re You couldn't get me to put a dollar int ( tior Madame Patsy returned ** Joe, don’t laugh that horrible, commer- an oil well if vou showed me a stream « nil ym it i thoughtful mood cial laugh! It gives me the shudder us t k as my arm.’ iranything from tl Pe , ‘It’s the only laugh I got, and it’s mighty ‘ eldom I git a chance to use it round these i ’s,”” he re sponded resentfully. ‘There you go again— you poor down- den thing, you! I treat you like a dog, ' ock and ig y partner burst into loud laughter ; “ry : il say its a good system,” he ac- knowledged. t lest ih! W Ippose 1 wish you did,” replied M’sieu Hic “Well, anyway,” napped his wife, ** we decided to buy Little Phaebe sto k, and the committee asked me to tell you so.’ ‘“*What've I got to do with it?) None of mine’s for sale. You can buy some on the exchanges or at one of the hote Wichita, I reckon A wire’ll do ll cost you round four for one now ' roul art Madame Patsy paused with | \ eo } ‘ don larne ld} P halfway to her mouth and ey [f Madame . tonishment. ‘‘ Four for one? ‘ (du he ref ‘ mean to say youexpect us to pay humble follower o ' ! dred dollars for a hundred-dollar inger womatr in ) ) } you? | F , AT } elit ‘ . don’ ow how else \ 1] ; impaig? W nov \ i thing the d , t ; SV > Kk a deep breath and straight- ed ! i thr i ened grit it vl witne thousand-dollar Well, of all things!’’ she murmured — nd stared at the unfortunate M'sieu Joe oxen ve motor and ured a ne 1 tunate s1eu ” Hu nph! vi \ ! ! I though endeavoring for the first time to ng comme make out what manner of animal she had Kuansa got ‘ u ‘ I married He bore the scrutiny with seem bathtub.” 1 g good humor and nonchalance, but it Mutual frier uy { ! ; was obvious to me that he was uneasy Field should hear ! ' t'yat ; - You don’t know how we'll get it he repeated ‘Why, we aim to buy twenty shares from you.” oment the tw next mo ‘Il done told you once already, for | . ‘ . | Pats } Madan t r y, that none of mine is for sale Besides, you haven't got enough talled her, and it wa money. Twenty shares would cost you to their fiery compet ‘ ; , } eight thousand dollars, and your com ere — . mittee’ve got only two —you said so yurself.”” tol ) ‘ Yes, if we pay four for one Sut hich Th) ole na . t « r we don't intend to do that feud passed be ! ( 7 : very idea! You paid only a hur on. Madame Pa \ y dred dollars a share, didn’t you? And now you want to charge us four hun dred! Joe Hicks, if | hadn't heard it from your own lips I'd never have believed it possit le!” But listen, Patsy listen here! When I bought that stock nobody knowed whether it was worth any r ’ thing. That’s how come I got it so more.”’ cheap. But now it has gone up in value ( , d ( "i ie a You don’t suppose for a minute, do ‘What trouble to-d : : ; you, that I'll turn over twenty shares ‘That Field w t } ; to your art association for what it co wered Madame Pa \ ' * me paurntings ane haking with anger ‘ ‘I certainly told the committee that woman has gone ( , you would,” she replied firmly. “I ' didn’t know then that 1 was married ’ an oilm ' to such a hard, grasping, utterly un- come, easy go! Tl , feeling man. You admit yourself that ervants for you paid a hundred dollars a share for which my parti , . afte your Little Phoebe stock, and yet you ped ve . want to charge us four hundred! And you've had it less'’n two months. Of all the mean, stingy —talk about prof- iteers! You're the worst I ever heard about, Joe Hick (t's the truth and you know it.” My worthy partner flapped his hands in helpless resignation and turned de- spairingly to me What do you know about that, Henree? Wouldn't that make a Bol shevik out of a saint?” ‘You needn't try to sneak out of it a) ACEH | x , by dragging poor Henree in,” Madame , if continued. “‘ Besides, I don’t care what Henree thinks. It’s like he’s just a mean as you are. Men always stic! Ain't That Just Like an Oil together anyhow.” Millionaire? Easy Come, Easy Go!" ’ j hee “That Field Woman,"* Answered Madame Patsy in a Voice Shaking With Anger —‘‘That illeged ne Wil Fietd Woman Has Gone and Bought a Sedan for Her Cook. new ar (Continued on Page 91)

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Continued from Page 88 “Well, you don’t git it, and that’s final,” declared M’sieu Joe emphatically. “And what am I going to tell the com- mittee?’ wailed his wife. “Tell ’em anything you please. It ain’t my funeral.” Madame Patsy assumed a look of high determination. “But I promised them I’d buy twenty shares from you for two thousand dollars, and I’ve just got to do it,” she pleaded. “I promised right out before every oe They all he: ard me. What could I say if I didn’t get it?” “Just say an art association’s got no right to speculate with funds raised to buy paintin’s and things,” rejoined her hus- band ‘IT won’t!”’ she replied, her lips tighten- ing in a straight line. “I won’t do any such of athing! You've got to sell me that stock, Joe! You simply got to! Why, I could never hold up my head again! Think of what Miz Field would say! They’d talk about me all over town.” A mental picture of Madame Field gloating over her discomfiture so upset Madame Patsy that she dissolved in tears. As for me, I seized the earliest opportunity to steal away. There are moments in do- mestic life when even the closest friend is de trop, You are a married man yourself, m’sieu, and therefore you will not be unduly sur- prised when I tell you that my partner confessed next morning, with a very shame- faced air, that he had let madame have the twenty shares at a hundred dollars a share. ‘I sold her ten more for her own ac- count,” he added, gazing ruefully through the window. ‘For how much?” I inquired. ‘A thousand dollars. She said that’s all I'd paid. And of course, the way they look ut it that’s only fair, Henree.”’ ‘Thank heaven!” I exclaimed pious ly. ‘Thank heaven that Madame Giraud is 999 7 not interested in business! Sensations crowded thick and fast from the oil fields during the following weeks. \ farmer who had mortgaged his mules the previous year to buy canned goods for his family suddenly became one of the largest taxpayers in the state, his income tax run- ning at the rate of more than a hundred thousand dollars a month. A colored cook old out her royalties in a tract she had in- herited from one of her earliest husbands for two millions. And a man who was on the verge of bankruptcy and owed fifty thousand dollars more than he could pay, due to wildcat ventures, pawned his dia- mond pin and two rings belonging to his wife, drilled a few feet deeper, exploded a shot, and brought in a ten-thousand-barrel well, thereby becoming a multimillionaire. The entire country was now oil mad. Farming grew to be too slow a process to a competence, despite the high pris es of farm products; a man found it almost impossible till _ soil in the shadow of the derricks when beset by the itching hope that untold wealth lay beneath his feet only waiting to be tapped. And when a bank clerk who had accommodated a speculator in divers small ways realized a hundred for one on a block of stock which the oil gambler do- nated to him, and a department store em ployee abruptly threw up his job and bought one of the most pretentious mun- sions on the Bluff, there ensued a veritable stampede to grab a share of this easy wealth. Nobody wanted to stick to the dull, slow routine of his work. Sound paying businesses were neglected while the owners

and mar agers chased the elusive rainbows of the spraying gushers. Everybody was seized with the desire to get rich quickly by speculatior Throughout the length and breadth of three states a unanimous desire displayed itself to live off the other fellow Every day bankers and capitalists were besiege d by would-be borrowers who wanted money to take a flyer in oil or who had a wonderful real-estate speculation which would net them a fortune, provided they could raise five hundred dollars to make the initial payment. Meanwhile they lost thousands from neglect of their everyday business and affairs, and prices of all commodities climbed ever skyward. In a word, there was an orgy of speculation based on nothing more substantial than hope ‘Don’t it beat the Dutch?” cried M’sieu Hicks in exasperation. ‘I swan it makes me mad sometimes to see guys gittin’ rich THE SATURDAY overnight like they do. In my day a man had to work for his money.” “Unless he found a copper mine,” re- marked Madame Patsy significantly. ‘There you go agin! But I worked, I’m tellin’ you. I reckon you don’t count all those years of slavery and livin’ on sow- belly and beans when I was a prospector, hey?” In the midst of the excitement, of wild rumors and hearsay reports represented as inside official information came news that the Little Phatbe Number One had been brought in with an initial flow of twenty- seven hundred barrels. Wealthy as he was, my excellent partner could not contain himself when he heard it, but flung his hat to the ceiling and caught a train for the new field. The first message we received from him read: “Road to well impassable account of heavy rains. Expect to go out to-morrow. Scouts report well flowing better than two thousand barrels by heads. Stock quoted here at twenty for one. Tell Patsy to sell.” On madame’s return from a meeting of the executive committee of the art associa- tion I communicated this information and advice. To my amazement she coolly scoffed at it. ‘“*No, indeed we won't sell! Miz Turner says Mr. Turner says that if the well makes two thousand barrels, or even one thousand barrels, the stock ought to fetch fifty for one, so we aim to hang on to it a while.” ‘But supposing it does not?”’’ I pro- tested. “‘Supposing, as often happens, that there has been a mistake, or that the well suddenly blows out and goes salt, your stock would be worthless then, madame. Why not take this handsome profit while you can? Your art association will have forty thousand dollars to buy pictures and sculptures. That is magnificent!’ But she would not listen. The oil fever had her in its grip and she pooh poohed my well-meant counsel. ““Shucks, what do you know about oil, Henree?” she cried. ‘‘ You never saw any except when it was poured into your motor. You couldn't tell the difference between eighteen- per-cent specific gravity and forty- two “And I suppose, madame, you could,” I rejoined bitterly. Her reply was serene. ‘I've learned a thing or two about it,” she said. ‘“‘You men don’t know every- thing there is to know.” Judge of my consternation the next evening, my friend, when Madame Patsy called at our house and calmly informed me, “‘Miz Turner and the other ladies and I have been talking it over, Henree, and we've come to the conclusion that it ain't right to speculate with the association's money.” I waited. Though this announcement was eminently satisfactory, something told me that there was more to come. “So we've decided,”” continued madame evenly, “that the members of the com mittee will take the Little Phaebe stock off the association’s hands We each put up a thousand dollars, which will make the eight thousand the association needs, and took over the risk.” “But, madame,” I exclaimed in horror, ‘what of the profits? The profits belong to the association. This is not right or legal.” ‘There you go—I knew you'd say thet! It’s just what Joe would say, and men’re all alike. Didn't I tell you we have paid in eight thousand dollars to the associa tion? Don’t you ¢ all six thousand dollars a good profit? If you don’t, I do. And that’s all the association wants. Then why should we risk its money?” “But the profits are thirty-eight thou sand,” I pointed out. To which she answered placidly, “There ain’t any profits at all yet, Henree. We don’t aim to sell now. We just bought the stock to hold it, and we paid eight thou sand to the association so it wouldn't risk anything.” I perceived instantly that argument would be wasted, m'sieu. As the great Napoleon said: A man ought never to quarrel with a woman; he should hear her unreason in silence. My only comment was a query: ‘*Who, may I ask, suggested this step?” Madame Patsy hesitated “Well, Miz Turner spoke of it first,’’ she admitted reluctantly. ‘‘But I'd chowaht EVENING POST

of it before she ever said a word, and 4ll | 7. —.. oo eeesee the ladies saw right away how reasonable it was.” “We will wait and see what M’sieu Hicks, your husband, has to say,” I re- joined sternly. ‘Ho, indeed! As if that li'l’ half por- tion could make us do any different! You make me tired, Henree. You're so old- fashioned and behind the times.” It rather astonished me to see my part- ner’s composed, not to say dejected, air when he returned home from the oil field. “Well?” exclaimed madame and I in one breath. “There ain’t any well. And it looks like there won't ever be one neither. It’s flowin’ water now, and salt water at that,” he replied sadly. ‘“What does that mean?” sharply. “It means we're holdin’ the bag. The stock’s dropped already from two thousand dollars a share to sixty-five. Next it'll be down to fifty cents, or we can use the cer- tificates for wall paper.” I perceived a strange glint in Madame Patsy's eyes. ‘Are you trying to tell me we've lost our money, Joe Hicks?” ‘That's about it, honey,” he returned gently. ‘*We'll see about that,’ * retorted madame in a menacing tone. ‘‘ Dropped to sixty- five, has it? Then there’s skullduggery somewhere. I'll vow there is! I bet you knew all along the stock was no good! It wouldn't surprise me in the least.’ Her husband made a weary gesture “Oh, don’t talk foolishness, Patsy! I’m all tired out. Leave me be.’ ‘But what am I to do? And what’re all them other ladies going to do?” ‘Well, for one thing, they'll have to put up some more money. That’s the first thing they can do. We held a meeting and the stockholders decided to make an assess- ment of twenty dollars a share so as to go on with the well and see if they can’t case off the water. The driller thinks maybe it’s le aked in and he can go below it and find oil.’ ‘In other words,”” madame cried bit terly, “you want us to put up four hundred dollars more. That's it, isn’t it? Throw good money after bad! And if we don't I reckon we he lose our interest, hey?” ‘Well, it’s our only chance, Pat y. It'll cost me ae thousand. You and the committee’re gittin’ off light.” Madame Patsy nodded her head know ingly, half closed her eyes, and remarkir ‘We’ We'll see if we're going to be done out of our money thi way, ordered her car and drove awa “*T wonder what's the idea, anyhow said her husband reflec | asked madame | see about that

tively He was not left long in doubt. Madame returned in a couple of hours, and Wi patent from her manner as she ascended the wide marble steps that she had come to an irrevocable decisior Entering as we were hastily putting the cards awa Madame Patsy despised rummy and sucl other games as M'sieu Joe had a weakne for he came straight to the point ‘Well, we've just had a meeting of the committee Miz Field called them to gether an emergency meeting, it wa And we've decided to sell our stocl “Fine! The or ly question now is, who’ a-goin’ to buy it? Hey?” “No, that’s settled too,” answered | wife. ‘“* You are! My partner surveyed her a full minute in doubt, then exploded into one of | commercial guffaw lapping hi hig with delight As for me, I did not laug! m'sieu Mais non! For I had a preset ment. ‘Dad-gum, if that ain’t rich! So I'm elected, am I? I suppose all that commit tee’s got to do is git together and decide on a thing, and that settles it Great! Hew Goes your outfit stand ¢n the peace treaty I'd like to wire some of them bonehead Democrats about it.” Over Madame Patsy's beautiful face flitted a pitying, superior smile ‘When you're quite through, Mister Hicks, I'll explain,’’ was all she said And explain she did. It appeared that her associates on the committee were unan imous in their determination to sell the tock, and since they had bought it on M’sieu Joe’s recommendation it seemed only fair to them that he should now buy it back “On my ecommendation?”” he ried aghast How come?” Continued on Page 93 A Shower Bath in any Tub een" 46 MST

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\ | { ' 1 & f | | '} ‘ : ( } EEE Continued from Page 91 **Now don’t try to back out at this late date! That’s just like a man! Didn’t you tell me if I didn’t get in when I had the chance that I'd regret it? Didn’t you?” “Yes, but that was away back be- fore 3c “There you go, trying to wiggle out of it! You did advise me to buy some, Joe Hicks, so don’t try to deny it! And after ul! the things you had told me, how ean you blame the committee if they took your advice? : ; “And Miz Turner and Miz Grady and a ouple of others went and bought a whole lot of things they needed, because they thought there’d be such big profits. Why, Miz Grady owes more’n seven hundred dollars for some dresses and things, and you know how hard up they always are. Mr. Grady will have a fit. Oh, all right; laugh all you’ve a mind to! But the stock Wu upposed to be worth forty thousand, wasn't it? Your own telegram to Henree aid so. I suppose you'll try to sneak out of that next! Then how can you blame them for buying a few things they needed when all of them thought they were rich? Besides, if we don’t pay up the eight thousand we promised the art association there'll be a lot of talk—a scandal, Miz lurner says. She and the others all said they couldn’t pay their thousand unless e sold the stock for more than that.” Her husband grew alert in an instant. ‘What eight thousand’s this? Why do he members of your committee have to put up a thousand each? What'’ve you been doing anyhow?” As serenely as she would have recounted i successful afternoon at bridge Madame Patsy told him all about the step the com- mittee had taken ir pure hasing the Little Phaebe stock for themselves. It had been my intention to do so, but I had found it lifficult to begin. M'sieu Hicks listened th a grave face **So,”’ he said, ‘‘that’s it!” to pace up a ‘Stop that!’ commanded madame. ‘ ou mal e me nervous He halted in front of her. ‘Child,” he said, ‘don’t you see what 1 and those other women’ve done? "? And he began nd down the room You've stolen the art association's money **What do you mean by that? How dare you say that to my face? We didn’t do any such of a thing!” **It amounts to the same thing When ou thought the stock was worth twenty for one you took it over from the associa- tion whose two thousand had bought it, without even a by your leave, at one-fifth what it was worth then. Why, dog-gone it, Patsy,” he} t out, ‘‘many a feller has gone to jail for just that!” The only reply madame vouchsafed was to toss up her arms in a gesture of despair over his density as she started angrily from her chair ‘“‘Now take it eas ‘You're in a tighter fix than you know about, and havin’ a fit won't git you out, That’s a good enough line in a family argu- ment, but it don’t fetch results in a case like this here.” ‘Don’t you talk to me like that!"’ she vy!’ he cautioned, cried ina fury now. ‘Do you take me fora child?”’ **No-o,” he answered softly. ‘‘Some- times you can reason with a child.” Madame Patsy turned so white with anger that for a moment I feared she was yoing to faint. Willingly would I have es caped, but no chance presented itself ‘*Go on,” she said, resuming her seat and “Go on and say what Insult me all you want folding her arms. you've got to say. to. I can stand it. I’m used to it. But despite her expression of martyrdom | had forebodings as I watched the restless waying of her foot. M’sieu Hicks continued slowly, like a lawyer summing up the facts: ‘As near as I can figure out, the situa- tion’s about like this: You and them other adies’re pledged to pay the art association ight thousand dollars. Unless you sell your twenty shares of Little Phoebe for that imount none of you~ or not more than a couple anyhow— can pay up. And if you don’t pay up there'll be a scandal, and the irt association will want to know what you've been doin’ with their money. They'll want to know what you wildcatted it for, won't they? And Miz Field will talk, and people’ll say my wife tried to do the art association out’n its profits and then when the stock blowed up went and tried to crawl out. Ain’t them the facts?” THE SATURDAY “Goon! Goon! Insult me all you want to! Lean stand it. I’m used to it,”’ she re- plied in a voice choked with tears. ‘**And now for a question. How do you propose to raise eight thousand dollars on twenty shares of stock when the stock is sellin’ right now at sixty-five dollars a share? That would be only thirteen hun- dred dollars.” **But we don’t intend to sell it for sixty five dollars a share,” she exclaimed tri umphantly, leaning forward to thump her knee with one tiny fist. “‘Smarty! You see! You always think you know it all, don’t you?” * Then what do you intend to sell it for?” he inquired, puzzled “For eight thousand dollars— that’s what we intend to sell it for, All of them agreed on that. They said it was only fair since you had got us into this. The com- mittee appointed me to fix it up with you.” To my dying day I shall remember the consternation on my partner's face “You can sit there and have the nerve to propose I should pay four hundred dollars a share for stuff that’s sellin’ at less’n sixty-five?"’ he demanded thickly “Quick, Henree! Fan me!” **But don’t you see? It’s so plain that even Henree here could understand it We would never have bought the stock only for you. You led us into it. And unless you act like a man and do the honest thing all those ladies will be in trouble they'll never be able to live down. I declare, Joe Hicks, I never thought you would do me like this! I knew you could be mean, but at least I was able to hold up my head—I always thought my husband wa honest.”” Somewhat to my surprise M’sieu Hicks permitted this thrust to pass unnot ced, He appeared to be thinking about some thing else, “Patsy,” he said briskly in the abrupt way he frequently employed when tilting a jackpot, “I’m a-goin’ to buy that stocl from you ladies, and for eight thousand dollars What’s more, I'll buy the ter shares you own personally, but at par But I want you-all to understand why I'm doin’ it. The pure and simple reasor that I don’t want my wife to go to jail or git talked about all round towr And be lieve me, li'l’ one, they wouldn't leave ye a rag to your back if this thing ever got out.” Much as she resented the last remark, madame was too good a general to press her victory. She merely said in a_ mollified tone, “I thought you'd see what was right,” and went immediate ly to the telephone to acquaint Miz Turner and her other asso ciates with the success of her missior Alors, the art association's treasury benefited by six thousand dollars, which would enable them to buy all the dancing nymphs in forest glades they had planned to acquire and to add a few fauns to their collection of sculptures. And it was given out that the money for this purpose had been donated by the members of the ex ecutive committee. Not a word of their flyer in oil! Not so much as a whisper of Little Phasbe! Was it not prodigious? This affair did not blow over, however, without a certain amount of talk. Madame Patsy emerged from it without a mark, but so close had been her escape from an im possible situation that she felt her prestige had suffered. And you may well imagine that the Field woman made the most of her advantage To regain the ground she had lost by her venture into finance madame now planned a coup which promised to put her rival in the shade for all time **She’s good on that rough stuff — I'll ad mit that,’”” Madame Hicks observed in broaching the subject to us. ‘‘When it comes to a jazz party or a reception com mittee for the milkman in the morning, that Field woman is there, all right, all right But the minute she tries a higher planeshe’ lost— just can’t make the grade— away ou of her depth and comin’ up for air. So thi thing’ll knock her cold.” The affair to which she alluded the thing which was calculated to give Madame Field the rigors—-was no less than a re ception to M’sieu Augustus Bobolink, the illustrious author of The Blue Jay and other works, who was on a lecture tour of the country and was scheduled to appear in our city on the fifteenth of the next month. Madame Patsy had come to an agreement with his manager by wire that M. Bobolink should appear at an after- noon tea in her house on the Bluff, mingle EVENING POST 93 ue @ )','6 eee With the Brown Band — Old Kentucky Chats: ai 4RIENDS, we are mighty proud of the fine horses of our Blue Grass region. Fine horses, sir, beautiful women and the mellow Owl Cigar!” This same mellow, fragrant Owl Cigar can be found in every State. The price is the same everywhere and the mellow fragrance never changes. Why? Because all Owl leaf is cured by experts for from one to two years. 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prelen that M’si« it, loudl hired a but mad quest th roug! if he almly ir Ilaving made « ‘ teu with the effic y and eye arrangement tingul ad madame he had onl » decide up This task “ay savage brought plea ure For Madame Field woman of her »had di played atendency ld leader as aygog mching féte leaked out It that participation in such p of culture on ,and Madame Then and there fol jooings and heartburnings for Madame Field, | had it from my that she laughed the irdened woman merely norted when she not to be included and remarked that It was and her mn to leave very ther hip when news of felt nut the stan oto speat d with vere issued attentior Qui, m'sieu; learned that she was litterateurs knew a trick worth two of that Madan Patsy's turn to laugh, went triumphantly forward il my the with Miz Fie ld es in before the re- eu Bobolink she sent out ions by late this ome sort of party at her up to! I’m the night tele phone trated deat remor mere! ’ rself with SE AND No Danger oth could: expre ed ever, thoug! yurmes by havur tut always he One da i batter lament tes (;riflith by erowding the head directly over the A coacher uider Ib» running f1 pit her's box If he doe t} bean hin knox Griffith dropped the the man in aston ‘For the love aimed in disgust, Still, a Sword’s a Sword M WOR EF ORMONDE POWER, A I S.A tvs the most embarrassing Havana I'he moment of hi rms was in when he wa t INOS United Stat ‘ ust | i ontrol ( and Lie t us it to Ilavana to se he King Wi ' restaurant he saw nmaculately garbed bowed to sit at some property four Cuban officer In true Le ceremoniously at table “Sur atin) man they nvited rose him their sald OF the Amet valiant My } of you to give me the honor of ive us ve an the eountry receptuing word,” With that he whipped out hi oledo blade, 0 Ameri inever American leutenant the Cuban > blade in the cer i whipped bach graciously handed it to Power Feeling itup to him also to do something Lieutenant Power begged that the beautiful made of a steel the like of possessed As the awkwardly stuck the point of his ter of the table. bent uble, and as it into shape THE SATURDAY envy and spite. She is trying to capture Madame Patsy’s guests, an impossible task at this late hour and with such an attraction as M’sieu Bobolink on hand.” ‘*I don’t know about that,” returned my wife musingly. ‘‘Miz Field is an awfully resourceful woman. ‘To tell the truth, I’m worried 2 And well she had reason to be, my friend. For would you believe it?) Not two score of the several hundred guests bidden to Madame Hicks’,tea came to it. Those who did come were of the hopelessly literary or artistic kind with whom it is impossible to mingle on a human basis, I find. Neither my partner nor madame had anything in common with them, and as for their pres- ence furnishing social éclat, it was un- thinkable. And as for M’sieu Bobolink, he proved to be unspeakably dreary. He could not even speak English; it fell to me to trans late for him, a sufficiently difficult under- taking when the thoughts he wished to transmit were of pertaining to nothing which contacted life. I will draw a veil over that affair, the most humiliating in Madame Patsy’s entire career. The crowning insult was reserved for the last. Her guests had to pass the new and magnificent mansion of Madame Field on their return, and behold, it was crowded with the youth and fashion, the middle-aged and the elderly rounders of local society! An orchestra was jazzing furiously with roll of drum and clash of cymbals, and colored waiters in white jack ets were dashing hither and yon with loaded What a commentary on our civili- matters trays zatior ‘*Dog-gone, we missed it!" groaned M’sieu Turner, to whom we were giving a lift “| heard she'd bought ol’ Colonel Swift's cellar after he died, but I couldn't believe it Turning to his wife he added bitterly, ** You would come!” Madame Patsy took to her bed and de- nied herself to visitors Many came out of Cuban accept his sword to establish rela tions further. With that he whipped out his ten-dollar blade, bought from a depart- ment on the East Side in New York Imitating the Cuban he stuck the point in the middle of the table, bent it double and it stayed bent! Without a calmly handed the au pretzel, to the ¢ tore Lieutenant Power blace bent uban, him a tremor now like ind made ng bow weep One Inquiry Enough wi KE the New York and Brooklyn baseball clubs were in Florida playing t a party of the accompany pondents met Irvin S. Cobb, who Miami picture of new ‘ xhibi ton ware Ing corre ' was lecturing i Looking the joked with the f extent of hi Cobb the health paper men about found Im- occurred to them that Babe had boasted that he the world \ promptly issued to the author at catch weight agreed Cobb, “I on the condit that Mr. Ruth, or his eating manager, just You see | know nothing of his newly appetite, mediately it uth, the ball player could outeat anybody in challenge wa contest “All right,” ‘ for a will enter ion you allow me to ask one que 4tion record.” Certainly agreed and called a New York had nominated himself Ruth's second ‘| don't want any advantage,” Cobb, “but for a basis of understanding I would like to know just how many hams Mr. Ruth « the matchmaker, stock broker, who said an eal Diamond Cut Diamond WELL-KNOWN Philadelphia A ine W eT a giant in stature but with in his speech, of which he often Athletics on their spring his writer is known for human-interest and sport- a stammer joined the trip odd, ng them entertainingly some of the veteran ball players said to him, “there is a new player over there called Bigbee, the most interesting character you ever met. Talk to him and he ear umn of stuff.” jests training eK INE for writ ‘Say,” stories vive you a ¢ EVENING POST curiosity to hear what she would say and to see how she bore defeat, but they were turned away. It happened that the flu had assumed the proportions of an epidemic, so she found a plausible excuse to hand. The first day she felt strong enough to face her world again M’sieu Hicks re- turned home with wonderful news. Little Phoebe had been brought in and was flowing over the derrick; the driller had succeeded in casing off the salt water which had leaked in and was now eight feet in the sand. But as this information was not in terms of dollars it meant practically noth- ing to madame and drew from her only a wan smile. For others, however, it held more sig- nificance. Next morning it became noised throughout the city that M’sieu Hicks had refused seven hundred thousand dollars for his holdings, and that afternoon the entire executive committee of the art association waited upon him at his house. Was it true the stock was now worth fifty for one, and might even gotoa hun- dred? He could not deny it; he had re- fused fifty for one. Then they wanted their shares back! Madame Turner was pokeswoman, and she informed M_’sieu Joe that the committee had decided to buy back the twenty shares from him at the price he had paid them—eight thousand dollars. To my stupefaction my partner was curiously patient under this demand. Did they wish this stock for the art association, he asked, or was it for their individual ac- counts? Madame Turner announced that the ladies with her wished to buy it for themselves. They had raised all the money the association needed, but they felt that they had been led into a too hasty sale of the shares they owned, and so they had de- cided to buy them back from M’sieu Hicks at the price he had paid them. “But those twenty shares are worth a hundred the market price,” he protested thousand at May 22,1920 “That’s just it,’ cried Madame Turner. “We sold it when we shouldn't have sold it, because you told us the well was no good. So now we feel you ought to sell it back to us.” The other ladies of the delegation nodded approvingly. “Excuse me just a minute, ladies,” murmured M’sieu Joe politely, and made his exit. I followed him. My friend, M’sieu Hicks never returned to that room. He did not. He hopped into a car and told the chauffeur to drive like hell, and when the chauffeur had burned up the road for eleven miles and evinced curiosity as to our destination my partner ordered him to swing round and convey us to the Rod and Gun Club lake, a full twenty miles from the city. There we spent the night. “Git rid of them any way you like,” he told Madame Patsy over the long distance. “What? They’re still there? Then let "em stay there and starve to death for all I care. No, I won’t! I've been hornswoggled all I aim to be. I wouldn't sell any of those highbinders a share of Li'l’ Phoebe for all the money in the United States Treasury. So git busy and explain how the land lays. Huh? Not much, we won't! Meand Hen- ree’ll stay down here ontil this thing's fixed up. It’s either me or them, Patsy! Take your pick!” Eh bien, madame chose to retain her husband, and the ladies of the executive committee were obliged to retire in dis comfiture, How she got rid of them I have never learned. But to this day whenever the subject of oil is mentioned they break out into fierce denunciation of M’sieu Joe and his wife and assert that only for the schemes of that swindling husband of Madame Hicks they would all be rich. “*Henree,”’ said my partner as we comfortably over our dominoes at the club, ‘I mind sayin’ to you a while back that women don’t know nothin’ about busine May heaven forgive me!” sat NONSE The writer introduced himself to the new player and asked many questions, but the best answer he got wasa hesitant “ Uh-huh” or “Uhm.” After a while this got on the interviewer's nerve and he told the player that if he didn't want to talk to go fish ‘Who is that dub, anyway?” he asked of the players. “So far as I’m concerned stay a busher.”’ All of which was said in a hesitant stammer, due to his pet he can vishness ‘And,”’ says this writer, telling the story on himself, “I didn’t know until two days later that the veteran players had framed the whole thing up on me. The poor fellow stammers worse than I do, and he was afraid that if he tried to answer me | would think he was mocking me and might hit him in the nose.” The Psychological Moment A“ P of Republican politicians in a Western State decided to start a presidential favorite-son boom for one of their number After many deliberations and much cheming the group leaders decided that it would be good psychology to withhold the name of their candidate until an auspicious moment, believing that by keeping the name of the candidate veiled in secrecy they would not only rouse throughout the state more curiosity than could otherwise be worked up but also keep the Democrats on the anxious seat. In accordance with their plan they caused to appear on billboards and in the news- papers large-type advertisements announc- ing that the next President would be a native son and staunch Republican, but that his name would announced until a given date The venture proved to be a success. The mysterious candidate became almost the sole topic of conversation, and on the night set for the announcement the capacious hall engaged by the Republicans was filled to capacity The preliminary speeches, which were in- tentionally drawn out unduly, served their purpose of rousing the audience to a high degree of curiosity, and when the chief speaker of the evening finally appeared he not be was vociferously greeted by shouts of ap- proval, interspersed with such as **Who is he?” **Name him first and speak afterward.’ The speaker proceeded with marked de- liberation, first setting forth the merits of Republicans and the shortcomings of Dem- ocrats, and then gradually led up to the name of the mysterious favorite son, whom he praised extravagantly. “And now, ladies and gentlemen,” roared the speaker, prodigal of gesture, ‘I come to the name of this remarkable man. I have mentioned in detail the rare qualities with which he is endowed comprehensive knowledge of the country and its needs; love for his fellow man; kindness toward all, malice toward none. “So, my esteemed fellow citizens, prepare yourselves to receive the name of the man I have in mind for the highest orfice on earth; the only man known to you who has all the qualities I have mentioned; the only person who, if nominated, can carry our party to victory in November. Now, then, who is he?” “Santa Claus!"’ shouted a Democrat in the back of the hall. cries No Fair Stealing Stuff ny A RECENT benefit in New York in which many theatrical stars agreed to appear for charity purposes a well-known knockabout song-and-dance man, none too well versed in letters, was to go on at nine o'clock so as to get back to the roof for his regular stunt at eleven that night. As he waited in the wings the comedian noticed a heavy-set man walking to and fro, with an air of impatience, on the other side of the stage. ““Who is that guy over there?” he asked of the stage manager. “Why — themanager looked surprised “why, that is Caruso.” “Does he go on here to-night?” “Sure,” he does. “He is going to sing a couple of songs oN “Well,” said the knockabout man a little sourly, ‘tell him to sing anything he likes but to lay off The Strutters’ Ball. I use that for an opener and I don’t want it crabbed =

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST May 22,1920 TAMINA 1s the power to suffer blows without succumbing—the ability to endure punishment because of unyield- ing backbone and a stout heart. The greater a car’s stamina, the greater its serviceability. The Overland, on the new 77ip/ex Springs, has lasting strength and staying powers because it has in-built stamina. A Year’s Abuse in Seven Days On March 3, 1920, a stock Overland car tinished a test run of seven lays and seven nights over frozen Indiana country roads. It had traveled 5,452 miles in 168 hours continuously Its engine had mack 17,062,729 revolutions, its ignition system had registered 34,125,458 spark impulses. Yet under this ceaseless pounding it had never failed or faltered. And at the close of its record-breaking run it was ready to run the gauntlet again. Blazing the Trail for the Army From July 7 to September 6, 1919, three stock Overland cars blazed the trail for the U. S. Army Engineers in their famous cross-continent drive. Driver Webb’s sedan covered 4,387 miles; Driver Schell’s touring car went 4,743 miles; Driver Brown’s touring car covered 5,055 miles. These cars covered almost impassable roads while searching out safe roads for the huge army trucks in all kinds of weather and in all altitudes. They proved again the marvelous stamina of the Overland, the modern light car Willvs-Overland Limited, Toronto, Canada WILLYS-( IVERLANI , Sedans, Coupés, Touri

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST a ~ LZ a sf » oa ae ~~ -_ 42,104 Foot-Pounds Blow on Springs Daly at every perforn ince of the last annual Stock and Hors« Show t Denver, Colorado, a stock Overland leaped through the air eightee: feet, clearing a five-toot hurdle. In landing it sustained a blow of 42,104 iplex Oprings designed to ward off the jolts and jars of the roughest roads, the Overland took this terrific punishment daily and took it with a grin. It emerged from the racking test Ww th not sO much as a racke l shac kle bolt Races 25,000 Miles in Pursuit of Speeders h i The Houston, Texas, Pi Department uses an Overland day and night in pursuing “speeder Phe car has been in service since October, 1919, and has covered more than 25,000 miles, much of it at 45 miles an hour. And in that ¢t there has been absolutely no expense } for mechanical upkeep. Because th ar has never failed its drivers, . more Overlands have been purchased tor similar arduous work. ) 4 { 1 OU never would want to put t) ° y your car through such punishment, but it is gratifying to know you coa/d. Power ¥ plant and body are cradled upon the marvelous 777/p/ex Springs. lriplex Springs create riding qual- b ities undreamed of in a light car. They | lower upkeep costs. They guarantee } Overland Serviceability. ‘po, OHIO The John N. Willys Export Corp., New York ANC., TOLI he Cars and Koadster

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maa —— THE SATURDAY EVENING POST UNSCRAMBLING THE DEPARTMENTS Continued from Page 17 Many of these independent agencies—no one seems to know authoritatively just how many, the number is undoubtedly on the lecrease because of the abolishment of war- time agencies, but estimates still range as high as forty—are designed to report directly to the White House. Obviously, then, were there no departments at all, these independent agencies, with appropria- tions during the last fiscal years almost as great as the total cost of operating the Government before the war, would more than overtax the administrative facilities of the White House, which has no legislative authority, except temporarily just now under the Overman Act, to adjust these agencies one to another or to the depart- ments. In Great Britain and other countries where strong efforts are necessarily being made to keep government from breaking down in the face of tremendously increased burdens, the tendency is toward fewer and ~wer ministers and cabineteers. The only semblance in Washington to inything like the administrative agencies f modern corporations is not the White House, which has no authority, say, for taking a bureau out of one department or putting an independent agency therein, but, closer analysis makes clear, the Con- gress, which is the only force that has do- minion over the Government’s machine as a whole, or at least the only force that exer- cises that dominion. But Congress is busy. It must operate through statutes, which jerk and haw and at best move slowly, no matter that the way of the taxpayer mean- while is very, very hard. Moreover, not nly do present results show with disturb- ing eloquence that Congress as an adminis- trative agency it the sense that such igencies function in corporations has quite failed in this rdle, but one can readily see what a catch-as-catch-can game is any attempt at any considerable reorganization of any considerable part of the govern- mental machine. Nevertheless the engi- neers of the country and their allies for efficiency in and out of Congress insist: “The tremendous and increasing variety of activities now carried on by the Govern ment and the disposition toward fewer in- stead of more consolidations of agencies make all the more imperative some deter- mined attempt at rigorous concentration of governmental functions along the line of function.” The Way to Begin They are accustomed to saying that noth- ing is impossible though some things are not practicable. They say now that a be- ginning in the reorganiza- tion of the Government’s machine is practicable. fg ‘We must begin,” they insist, “‘with function.” *‘Function,’”’ they argue, ‘‘ought to be stamped on every Amer- ican dollar.” And that at once, now of all times in the history of America and the world Why? “One of the reasons why,” observes Congress man Frank Reavis, of Nebraska, one of the sponsors of *the Jones- Reavis Bill to establish the Department of Public Works in the | lace of the Department of the In- terior and to regroup there agencies having to do with engineering, con- struction and public- works functions o various kinds, “‘makes it look as if the millennium had come.” He explains: “‘ You see, the American people have for many years paid the expenses of their Govern- ment with taxes collected indirectly, in the fortn of a protective tariff, liquor taxes, and so on. They hardly realized they were paying for the operation of the Government’s that machinery was run and the pork-barrel congressman resulted ‘And then?” “Then came the war, and the expenses of government were enormousls increased There was a time, when we had only about four millions of population, when the ex- penses of government amounted to only about twelve cents per capita a year, but now the expenses of the Government ap proximate capita a year, and analysis will demonstrate that the huge estimate of nearly five bil- lions sent by the Secretary of the Treasury to Congress for the fiseal year ending June 30, 1921, cannot be very much diminished, without reorganization of the Government's methods of doing busines years to resort to direct taxes, into the jeans and check books o are bringing painf fact disturbing unheard-of sums, for the Government. wrath to demand, ‘Where doe go from here? a come, The pork-barrel and these, in reaching Press Room, Geological Survey that before the war exalted the pork barrel and the pork-barrel congressman and bu- reau chief or cabinet member are now turned against them. Why, I know one congressman who came here and worked like a Trojan to get the biggest possible appropri nm for an expensive historical memorial in his home town. The town took a year off and had a hand in sending him back for more Now when he goes home not one con stituent but a dozen or so, as if one were not enough, put it up to him, ‘In heaven’ name, why did you get that white ele phant started here? We didn’t need it, and now we've got to help pay for it. Isn't it enough we've got to pay for these day The « ongressman, Who has read, checked and approved this article in its entirety, concludes: “I tell you, the pork-barrel con gressman has passed into history Sut the pork-barrel bureau chief? ambitious, the more efficient, the more in telligent he is, the more } working against the Government ‘Meaning the people?” es a ist \ Well, the more e is apt to be There are other reasons why the philoso phy and the necessity of reorganization of the governmental machinery are at once imperative: As a matter of necessity; we are getting vastly less than we pay for, and we haven’t enough to pay for what we get. Then too, as a matter of national safety; much of the unrest in this country and in the world, Nicholas Murray Butler explained, is due to the contentions in some quarters and the growing suspicion in many quarters that government in general, and especially in Great Britain, Italy and the United States, is breaking down — is top-heavy, un businesslike, unresponsive, when private organizations are far more than ever func tionalized, efficient and easily controlled Mr. Taft's Efforts Accordingly, then, the question at once arises: Why not, at once reorganize the whole governmental machine? Mr. Taft tried. On January 12, 1912, he sent a special message to Congress in which he said: ‘“‘ This vast organization has never been studied in detail as one piece of ad ministrative mechanism. Never have the functions been laid for a thorough consid eration of the relation of all its parts. No comprehensive effort has been made to list all its multifarious activities or to group them in such a way as to present a clear picture of what the Government is doing Never has a complete description been given of the agencies through which these activities are performed. At no time has the attempt been made to study all these activities and agencies with a view to the assignment of each activity to the agency best fitted for its performance, to the avoid- ance of duplication of plant and work, to theintegration of alladministrativeagencies of the Government, so far as may be prac ticable, into a unified organization for the most effective and economical dispatch of publie business.” He went at length into questions of plan, of personnel, of wasteful usages of public property, unnecessary cost of insurance, lack of specifications, the need of better methods of purchase, accounting, dupli cation and the need of a national budget Congress appropriated exactly $260,000 for the use of his Commission on Economy and Efficiency Then, to make a long story short, after more than two years of work not only did the work of this commission come to naught, not only did it embitter Congress and the bureau and cabinet heads, but the whole movement looking toward na tional reform, with all the momentum it gained through latitudi- nous promise and pub- licity, was thrown back a dozen years at a cost | to taxpayers, it may be imagined, amounting to billions of dollars The engineer of the country, Senator Jones, of Washington, Senator Smoot —albeit he has in troduced a joint’ resolu- tion look ing to the creation of a joint Com- mittee on the Reorgani zation of the Administra tive Sgranch of the Government, to grapple with the whole situa tion Congressman Reavis, many others, dis cerned the logic thus in | beginning the reorganiz tion of the Government machinery with one de- partment rather than with all the department and other agen They know that Congre would be averse, because i- ! it alway is averse, to tackling any measure ) ponderous as that looking to complete reoryal a tion. The aid that so huge a project instead of helping might defeat the progre made toward the achievement of a national budget, wherea the regrouping of u machinery and conse- quently did not care how PYRIGHT BY HARRIG & EWING, WAGHIN on Executives of the Bureau of Mines having to do with Continued on Page 101

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Continued from Page 99 major function of government—notably with construction and related problems would facilitate the adoption of a budget. Also they know that an attempt at a com- plete reorganization might defeat the suc- cess of the report just sent to Congress by the Congressional Commission on Reclassi- fication of Government Personnel. “Altogether, thus,’ one of them ex- plained, “the wise thing to do is to begin with one function, with one department, make progress with that, establish a prec- edent and a principle with that. You must do that with each function, each de- partment in the end; and the Department of the Interior now best to the attempt.’ Thus they point out that a large part, most, of the constructural, en- gineering and public-works functions of the Government normally are performed by the Department of the Interior, through entities that logically ought to be retained in that department. Then, too, the appro- priations for the nonmilitary engineering, architectural and related functions of the Government amounted in 1920 to $647,- 210,568, and the estimates for the present cal year look to eee 229—a little less than our national debt before the war, three-fourths of the total cost of operating the Federal Government before the war and not ry much less than lends itself probably a ye less than the total gathered in by ‘the last income taxes Moreover, it is pointed out, not only did the engineers and architects and civilian builders win complete faith in their ability during the war fessionally are Department of Pt cerned with, are stric tially business functions that in their very nature have no intangibl l€ hazy, SOCcl1O log- aspects, but are above all thers specific and suitable for exemplifica- tion of what profitable results a regrouping of age ncies natural] y ng of these agencies would ich a regroup but the functions th ey pro- col cerned with, and the ¢ Works would be con- business or essen- cal or indefir y related might achieve } mcerned with public works of the first er, and all would be concerned with civil distinguished from military work. It vould have e plant and, since most engineering and nstructional work is easonal, t would constitute an advan- ige and an ¢ ! in peace and in war, It would not destr« r hamper such excel- encies a rganizat » the Bureau of tandards and the ical Survey and he Bureau of Mines now have It would afford, as Governor Lowden points out from his own experience in Illi- noi not ] the opportunity for the the advantages from many ilian advisers who will lend their serv pay, but in itself it would ifford opportunities for distinct careers. It could accomplish a vast deal more by departmental order than Congress can ac- complish by statute It could, without confusion ar , bring about stand- ardization of specifications, of accounts, of effort, make economy possible in the hand- ling of bids and contracts and do much iddition to establishing a precedent tha would doubtless prove valuable mere d sacrifice Few Changes Necessary Accordingly the Jones-Reavis Bill creates, » replace the Department of the Interior is it is now constituted, a Department of -ublic Works. It provides for the transfer om the Department of the Interior of all eleemosynary and other functions that do ot relate substantially to construction, en- gineering, architecture, other public-works inctions, and gathers into the Depart- vent of Public Works all civil work related e establishment of the Departmer f Public Works surprisingly few cnduane saknaahaanine. Thus the Jones- Reavis Bill — to the transfer of the Patent Office to the De} vartment of Com- merce, the inno of Pensions to the Treasury, the Bureau of Education to the Department of Labor, which has a large and though sarticipation in social matters, retaining the enginee ring and construc ‘tional tions of the Board of and surveying func Indian Commissioners, transfers that board and the Bureau of Indian Affairs also to the Department ¢ It transfers St. Elizabeth's Hospital for the Insane and the Freedmen’s Hospital to the Public Health Service, and the Columbia dd for the Deaf and Howard University to the Jureau of Education 0 accompl ye i} wabor. = Tn this wise the bill provide s for clearance in the Department of Public Works for suc h major constructural, engineering and ‘lated work as does not already exist in the Department ” the Interior. To the new department the bill transfers from the Tre asury Department the Supervising Ar- chitect’s Office. It transfers from the’ War Department the Construction Division, which was born during the war, as this is written is hanging in air, has been and is almost entirely manned by civilians. It transfers from the War Department the Corps of Engineers, Rivers and Harbors, in order, it is pointed out, to permit that corps to devote itself to military matters and in order to gather into one place all hydraulic work. It puts the Mis- alee! River Commission and the Cali- fornia Débris Commission, which also are in the War Department, into the Depart- ment of Public Works. It transfers from the Department of Commerce the Coast and Geodetic Survey and the Bureau of Standards, and from the Department of Agriculture the Bureau of Public Road and the Forest Service. It provides fora secretary and four assistant secretaries, all of whom, after the expiration of tenure of the present Secretary of the Interior, shall be specialists. Thus sistant secretary is to have jurisdiction over all matters of engineering construction and design, one over all architectural construction and de- sign, One over work and sur- one over all land and legal matter These five, moreover, are removed from politics and hold office as long as their con- duct and efficiency are not at fault. onea all scientific veys, Old-Fashioned Virtues Needed Back of this bill, insist the National iblic Works Department Association and lies in Congress and out, is every of organiz economy, and efficiency. Flatly in favor of it not only are many senators and con- gressmen but many governors of states us different achusetts and Illinoi wden points out: “‘ The reason ition, science, expediency as Thos Gaverant | of government have so increased i taxes have becor so burdensome that 7 een et ey tamper activi of our national life. They hav point where pr in where industrial progress is our future prosperity Waste and extravagance mark al! expenditures, publ Economy is a despised and There must be pe Fo t reached the discouraged, threatened and menaced, and private. forgo thing. return to the old hioned virtues if we would avert disaster. Where can we begin as effectivel is here, with the Government itself? The answer is easy; but even the pro- posed change, simple as it may those who do not know W ashington, is al- most insuperably difficul In the War Department, to illustrate, when the war came the Quartermaster’ Department was charged with construction of quarters for and like task ‘That department,” Secretary Baker then told the writer, “had long been : depart- ment of fixed examples. Its task was to feed and clothe the Army.” ce as a consequence of its inability, with duties ind personnel expanding in size and num ber liter: a thousandfold, when the cal ng eem to soldiers of the National Army and intense prosecu tion of the war was held up, the ponderou task of buil ding the cantonments, store- shell-filling plants and houses, warehouses, nany other structures needed in America was taken out of og Quartermaster’s De partment and git not to the Engineers, whose offi have te i that the corps could have done the job even better than it was done, but whose vital duties were in advanced areas headed up to the office ( orpe ol since ti- more but to a new entity of the secre tary. This new entity was the Construccior Division, which with few made up entirély of civilians of wide ex truction work. The record that made, notably in building the « - tonments in ninety days, after the War College had said the job couldn't be done in time at all, is we i known. Man) of the civilians remaining in that divisior according to testimony given before C gress, will resign if it is subordinated t Engineers. Meanwhile, as this is written, the Construction Division hangs in ‘“‘the fortuitous concourse of unrelated pre dices’? by which engineers and others de cribe Washington. Thes truggle over it is interesting, conclusively di exceptions wa perience in con division t} ug) pose of the it does not THE SATURDAY EVENING POST | Orher k and Bean byvaper ‘ if so Care Prepared in the Van € Van Camp's Pork and Beans \ in ¢ The French say We have onl y one soup ° ered | lore! icy in Now Paris is excelled ‘ @ Soups ‘ f) 18 Kinds ban Camp Products Include sted Milk Spaghettt Peanut Butter ( ateup hill Sauce, et amp Kitchens at Indianapolis Van Camp's | | imp's Spaghetti hvaporated Milk

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102 Construction D the opposition t hended when any \ government ager ings; also it ugye powerful oppositior various subtle and ago Was any more that t joubtedly w Ipor which th the ¢ no other arise improve wort OrTrps ments on rive ations ngineers, becau vernmental ager laine o do when West Point no miyva pre- nent school of engi: but almost the school, whereas now We Point is, in any nit chools, hardly t onton idered to be anengm ring school at all effort to interpret the views upport tne Jones Reavis p effort approaches to and all of the would be to write a book, it is perhaps worth pointing ut that they insist that many of the most prominent and accomplished engineers in the Ar replaced by ivilians during the military engineering on that their and-harbors work, changed nature disqualified them On this score General W. W. Atterbury, operating vice president of the Pennsy! vania Railroad, who for many years had heen in charge of the engineering work of that railroad and during the war was in charge of transportation of the American Expeditionary Forces in France, says: “From the standpoint of the Army it is mistake to take the cream off the jar of milk and put it into the Engineering Corp Then d these men off to a chool, after which the engineers are put on civil you have pro- duced neither engineers nor soldiers This little exaggerated, but I say not engin because when on genet < their work is done by civilians. The work ordinarily done by the Corps of Engineer buildings and river- and-harbor hould be done by a orgar under a civilian de rhe engineering work hould be under the Corps of Engines General Goethals the huilder of the Panama Canal, probably the best-known of army before the war, who was detailed to a business man’s job during the war, also subscribes to the Department of Publie Works. It is said, fact though this writer is trying to interpret one side of the situation — that idual officers of the Engineering Corps and the General St - of the Army want the corps rid of river d-harbor work, iham[_, ote ism Only in ar f those who Bill, since the i to cite all ispects ituatior supposedly my were war and ‘“‘yave no service,” for the rea- largely with combined more or expernence when of war, you sen worl The result is is perhaps a that they are out veers, wort civilian lization partment military engineer many of the in which invite barrel rolling, and the like annual appropriation of about inent pork ind requires an $50,000,000 General Marshall's Statement By inference at least, General Marshall, who head of the Construction Division making its record, tells many of the masons why all civil work of constructural, architectural and like kind should be headed up to one de- partment in the following statement “It is fundamental,”’ he says, “that in all con there are certain elements more or less identical. Certainly there are a large number of operations which standardized and which should not be ubject to the whim or opinion of individual who for reasons to depart from the funda- mentals of common practice For in there no tenable why a pecification covering the quality stone or of roofing material was the when struction. worl im =e avryye of his own desire stance, reason standard of cement or of should vary materially because it happens to be required for under different government department here should ve no basis for uncertainty in the mind of the contractor when he bids upon a specifi cation the text of the specifica tion mear and yet, ber of the varied language in which even the most common- place building scribed, the personal equation engineers in the many government specification arily enters very largely into the contractor's estimate of cost, if he is going to protect himself against such a varying contingency A standard specifi cation, whose meaning is definite and unde rstood, eliminates the expensive haz- ard of guesswork ‘The contractor's experience on one department or bureau of the ment is of little value to him when he bids work as to what use operations are de of the offices writing the 8 NeCCON work for Govern- THE SATURDAY for no two have the me specifications, nor do any two inter- they have alike. Instead of having one client and that client the Gov- ernment, witn a fixed standard, he is con- fronted with sixty-two clients, all of whom want the same thing but make their wants known in the most varied manner. ‘The importance and value of time, which is the prime thought in the mind of the business man paying interest on unpro- capital, is lost sight of on govern- ment work. Up until the war we were accustomed to see government projects te through an interminable period. Buildings which would be completed for a commercial client within six months or a year required two or three years, largely because of the minutia of the specifications and the details of procedure which had to be satisfied in order to pass a government nspector and secure payment. The con- tractor, knowing this, was forced to include in his bid an allowance to cover possible advances in wages and material costs he- tween the beginning and the completion of his work and for the overhead of his office. It sometimes happened that appro- for work for another, pret those ductive priations authorized for certain work be- came totally inadequate before the job was well under way and additional appropri- ations involving resubmission to Congress were necessary Dilatory Methods “Time is the working capital of both the contractor and the Government. For every extra day of delay two days are lost. The contractor loses a day’s use of his organiza- tion and the Government loses a day’s profit and the use which would be derived from the completed job. Standard plans and specifications and centralized control of the work through a single government department would undoubtedly save both time and money for all concerned ‘Standard accounting methods are as important “If government work ever is to be done at a cost comparable with that of com mercial construction, the methods of han dling it must be kept apace with those in commercial life ‘When I think of the delay, the extra cost, the many mistakes and the lack of coordination that would have resulted had the 589 jobs under the jurisdiction of the Construction Division during the war been attempted without standardized specifica- tions and the centralized control, I know that, instead of many of them being made ready ahead of schedule time, as many of them were, short as the time was, they would not be finished to this day. The vast cost of separate designing organizations at each one of these projects was reduced to that of one organization in Washington, which insured uniform methods, eliminated poor design, permitted quantity purchase, coordinated the designer, the field engineer and the contractor, made structural safety certain, predetermined quantities of ma- terial, so that the question of buying for any project resolved itself into little more than the adding up of the totals of the smaller units required to meet any need “A single contract and a single specifica- tion eliminated thousands of disputes over details. The same question arising on many was answered once and for all. As- sume that at each of the sixteen National Army camps a constructing quartermaster had attempted to set up an organization to produce a tailor-made design for his city ac- commodating 40,000 men—what a diver- sity of plans there would have been, and what delay, when the selective draft was held up pending completion of those camps. hen, there would have been sixteen overhead costs versus one; sixteen separate for the structures, with sixteen sheets, sixteen schedules, detail con- tracts, specifications and legal*work, an equal number of separate plans for the utilities; sixteen sets of account and cost records, none of which would be made on the same basis; sixteen separate kinds of everything else, all as against one standard plan; and finally a total cost which, by reason of these differences, would have been far in excess of that which resulted from construction based on the best and most thoroughly coérdinated ideas.” The contrast suggested by General Marshall between the traditional methods of government business and those employed in the commercial work i undoubtedly holds, with substantial accuracy, in any com- parison between the methods pursued by ju t jobs too, designs strain EVENING POST in general and those pur- sued by private enterprise, though the Government is exercising that delicate function called public service and is there- fore using public funds. It is agreed, i seems, by all the many civilian business men who served with the Government dur- ing the war that the Government must put its house in order, and the engineers and professional organizers especially insist that there can be no order as long as the stand- ards of one governmental agency so differ from those of another and the standards of one high priest of extravagance differ so vastly from those of another high priest that vast numbers of contractors and builders and manufacturers traditionally have re- fused to deal with the Government at all. It is no wonder, then, that the organized engineers of the country, who professionally are more concerned than any other great group with cost accounting, find in specifi- cations emanating from a hundred or so different sources—specifications that are complex, contradictory, involved, waste- ful or absurd—proof that something is wrong on the Potomac. Nor is it any won- der that when they demonstrate that the Government is paying a huge and unneces- sary bill for its engineering and other re- lated constructural work—a bill that foots up huge multiplications in loss of time, high bids, a confusion of tongues worse than that which stopped man’s most ambitious and daring building scheme—that business men generally demand reform. “For I tell you this,” concluded Gener: il Marshall, ‘we've got a babel of tongues in Washington, and though we all know that the Tower of Babel might never have reached high heaven, probably its progress chart would have shown better than five per cent if that famous confusion of tongues over specifications had not occurred.” Then comes Marshall O. Leighton, who is a consulting engineer, was for years a bureau official and is now chairman of the National Publie Works Department Asso- ciation, which includes probably nine-tenths of the technical abilities of the country and for months has been accumulating such a mass of information about the failure and the impossibility of the Government as it is constituted quickly and economically to function that when you strike into this evi- dence, albeit you are only a very humble taxpayer, your inclination is to seek cause why you should be required to pay any taxes at all. the Government No Coordination “You see,” he said, in an interview care- fully read, checked and approved, along with the rest of this article, ‘‘ as the family of Federal function has grown during the past century, its howse has been increased in size A lean-to has been added here, a gable h is been added there, now a bay window, now another door. The Govern- ment’s house has grown and grown, not by reason of any deliberate and well-directed plan but merely by accretion and additions made quite fortuitously, until at last the house is a maze of massive size that affords neither comfort, convenience nor structural unity “Over in the Department of Commerce the Census Office works with the Bureau of Fisheries, while the weights, meagures, conerete and photometry in the Bureau of Standards have their chambers right along- side the foghorns of the Lighthouse Service. In the Treasury Department the Public Health Service and the Supervising Archi- tect, the Director of the Mint, the War Risk Bureau and the Coast Guard lie down, as it were, together. In the Depart- ment of Agriculture the Forest Service, the Bureau of Entomology, Public Roads and the Biclogical Survey are neighbors subject to the same departmental regulations. And in the Department of the Interior, to go ng farther, you findjthe Pension Office gettin” along somehow with the Alaska Engineer- ing Commission, the Bureau of Education pulling in harness with St. Elizabeth’s Hos- pital for the Insane, the Geological Survey eating the departmental diet given Freed- men’s Hospital. “These incongruities are by no means all, but they suggest the lack of coérdination of aims and purposes in the Government and suggest how inelastic the whole departmental make-up is and how it cannot possibly adapt itself to quick adjustments and quick changes in conditions. “The man does not live who can, by standards obtaining in the business world, give wise and efficient administration to May 22,1920 some of the departments as they are now constituted. Picture to yourself, thus, the See ‘ret ary of the Interior. ‘The secretary goes to his office almost any morning in the year and the following is a good specimen of what may be his morning’s routine: “The Director of the Bureau of Mines is there and wants the secretary to approve, let us say, a new formula for explosives to be used in coal mines. Next comes the president of Howard University, of which the secretary is patron ex officio. Then a flat-footed indignant Western homesteader who has a grievance against the Reclama- tion Service. Then a bureau head who brings for approval the location and gen- eral plans for an Indian school in New Mexico. Then a member of Copgress to protest against the unjust treatmpnt given by the Pension Office, he says, jo a con- stituent veteran of the Civil War. Then the secretary is reminded that fhe must review a report on alternative foutes to be used by the Alaskan Railroad. There is much correspondence also, but fhe direc- tor of the Geological Survey nefertheless needs to have approval of a requpst to be sent to Congress for a deficiency abpropria- tion to conduct an investigatiog of pre- Cambrian fossils. The director offNational Parks wants to know whether thehecretary has yet decided to allow motor cars to use road in the Yosemite. Alsof-here is a cabinet meeting to be attendedj and the secretary must appear before tHe Senate Committeeon Appropriations to agzue for or against a proposed reduction in thh number of surveyor-generals in the Land Office.” some Confusion of Tonguet chronic: hem, for “Again, these incongruities arq no individual is to be blamed for the simple reason that they hav@ come to be during the years while bureauftracy has grown—grown with a major prefnise that is faulty. That major premise ig the jug- handled proposition to the effectIthat it is never necessary for one’s house Jo be put in order. “There are thirty-nine separath govern- — agencies handling engine ering, ar- ‘hitectural and public-works functions of re ‘i ated kinds. ‘There are twenty-six governmental agencies engaged continuously, or now and then, with surveying or map making. ‘There are twenty-seven —— and distinct agencies with authority to build, and the estimates for 1921 call for $27,000,- 000 for public-building operations alone “There are sixteen agencies authorized to build roads. ‘There are nineteen draulie construction. ‘There are sixteen doing work on rivers. “There are ten on public-land functions. “There are fifteen doing chemical in- vestigation connected with public-works operations ‘There are twenty-two doing engineer- ing and research.” The results of this confusion of tongues in Washington are no less eloquent. “Take the matter of river gauging, to determine the volume of water and the heights of the floods,”” Mr. Leighton re- sumes. ‘‘That work is performed by the Geological Survey in places, by the Weather Bureau in other places, by the Corps of Engineers, by the Mississippi tiver Commission, by the Reclamation Service; in some cases by the Indian agencies and also by the Forest Service. The standards of work are different in all cases. The results obtained are different. Except in the case of the Geological Survey, in each case the work is authorized for a special purpose and consequently the agents of the bureau concerned do not go beyond that purpose. In other words, we have in the country a large number of agencies maintained at great expense, while all but those of the Geological Survey have limited application. “Or take the very important matter of river control. The Corps of Engineers in the War Department have control over the Lower Colorado River for purposes of navi- gation. There is no navigation there and probably never will be. The Reclamation Service has jurisdiction over the river for purposes of irrigation, and there is a great deal of irrigation work to be done. One of the efforts of the Reclamation Service is permanently to prevent the overflow of water onto the Salton Basin in Lower Cali- fornia. 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EVENING POST Continued from Page 102 ago and took up its course into that basin instead of into the Gulf of California and was diverted back to its course only after the most heroic and expensive efforts. The surface of the river is about 270 feet above the lowest level of the Salton Basin and the lowest surface of the basin is about the ae distance below sea level. Accord- ingly, if the river permanently overflooded the le ty it would form a leak and inundate a country which is now producing more than $50,000,000 worth of foodstuffs every year and ultimately will produce, prob- ably, five or six times that much. Now I think the one and only feasible way to pre- vent the overflowing of the basin is to hold back the Colorado River floods in reservoirs. The War Department claims control by rea- son of the fact that the river is said to be navigable. The Interior Department claims control inasmuch as the flood water stored in reservoirs would be used on arid lands. And meanwhile the project is not aggres- ively considered because the two depart- ments cannot get together, and all the while the California River is 200 feet above the heads of the people who live in the Salton Basin. “Or, to choose almost at random, take the matter of maps. The General Land Office makes maps to locate land lines on which the whole system of public land ad- ministration is based. It isa relatively sim- ple though expensive process, for which the Land Office has a corps and in each of the states concerned has a surveyor-general. The Geological Survey’s maps are of stand- ard form and cover the public-land areas under the Land Office. The location of the land lines on these standard topographic maps of the survey would be a small addi- tion to the work of the Survey in the field. Moreover, the Reclamation Service also makes maps, though it does not duplicate any of the areas covered by thesurvey. The Forest Service makes maps, and there are twenty-two other agencies authorized to make maps, and though it may be argued that it is conceivable that you cannot in all cases concentrate all map making in one agency, still no one would insist that Con- gress has economy and efficiency of effort in view when it authorizes so many to do the work.” Duplications and Confusions ‘To illustrate, the Geodetic Survey makes hydrographic maps of the coasts. It has an organization that is a little more than a century old. Exactly the same work that it does on the coasts is done on the Great Lakes by the Great Lakes Survey, which is attached to the Corps of Engi- But the same kind of work is done, in waters beyond the three-mile limit, by the Hydrographic Office of the Navy. It is the same kind of work, done with the same fundamental principles.” Mr. Leighton could fill a book with such illustrations, and no less than five members of Congress, including two senators, agreed that he “knows exactly what he is talking about.” ‘Right in the District of Columbia,” he points out, “there are plenty of illustra- tions, right under the nose of Uncle Sam. The State, War and Navy Building, the temporary buildings in Potomac Park and on the Mall’’—-whole acres of buildings “are under a special organization known as the State, War and Navy Buildings. Cer- tain other Federal structures are under the Office of Public Buildings and Grounds, at- tached to the War Department. But the Capitol and the Library and certain other public buildings are under the Secretary of the Interior, while the District of Columbia buildings, such as the municipal buildings, are under the engineering department of the District of Columbia, whose commis- sioners report directly to the White House.” But these are by no means all of the duplications and confusions of effort by the Government to get them all you might almost start compounding day by day all the multifarious agencies of the Govern- ment and blaze away in arithmetical progression until you reach your weary limit. You might observe, as you work along, that the greatest possible number of duplications are diminished, or extenu- ated, by efforts at codperation, by shortage of funds, other factors, and that, withal, while the activities of the Government have increased, so too, to some extent, have the efforts toward methods not repugnant to and common sense. You might you work along, that when neers economy serve, also, a May 22,1920 the Assistant Secretary of War, Benedict Crowell, an engineer by training, set out to count the number of agencies having in one way or another to do with aviation, he counted as far as seventeen, he says, and then was all worn out! And, running your lines out to land’s end, you would discover that if, in far-away Alaska, you would shoot a fox, you must apply to the Department of Agriculture for a permit, whereas if you would trap the said fox you must apply to the Department of Commerce; and, whereas the brown Kadiak bear ofttimes has black cubs, if you would shoot a brown one you must deal with one department and if you would shoot a black one you must deal with another department With these pictures in mind we are apt to admire the marksmanship of Herbert Hoover when he says, as one of the many authoritative spokesmen for the engineers of the country: “‘To minds charged with the primary necessity of advance planning, coordination, provision for synchronizing parts in an organization, our hit-or-miss governmental methods are repugnant.” Mr. Hoover’s Comments He adds: “Our joint engineering com- mittees have examined with a good deal of care into the organization of and our ex- penditures on public works and technical services. These committees report that there is great waste because of the lack of a national policy of coérdination, in over- lapping by different departments, competi- tion with each other in the purchase of supplies and materials and the support of many engineering staffs. “Out of the strain of war, weaknesses have become more evident in our adminis- trative organization and in our legislative machinery. Our Federal Government is still overcentralized, for we have upon the hands of our Government enormous indus- trial activities which have yet to be de- mobilized. We are swamped with debt and burdened with taxation. Credit is woefully inflated; speculation and waste are ramp- ant. Our own productivity is decreasing; our industrial population is crying for remedies to the increasing cost of living These are but part of the problems with which we must deal. ‘“‘Ourcommittees recommend thesolution that almost every other civilized govern ment long since has adopted in respect to engineering, construction and related <¢ tivities--that is, the coérdination of hase measures into one department under which all such undertakings should be conducted and controlled. Asameasure practicable to our Government, they have advocated that all agencies having to do with these activi- ties should be transferred to the Interior Department and all the bureaus not relat- ing to these matters should be transferred from the Interior Department to other departments. It is believed that no prop- erly organized and directed saving in public works can be made until such a regrouping and consolidation is carried out and that all the paring that normally goes on now in the honest effort of Congressional com- mittees to control departmental expendi- ture is but a tithe of that which could be effected if there were some concentration of administration along the lines long since demonstrated as necessary to the success of private business.” Turning back to the other side of the picture, it is worth noting that, in good humor, Secretary Payne cheerfully ad- mitted, on cross-examination, that he was not technically qualified to run an insane asylum. But he now has one in his prov- ince—a big one, St. Elizabeth's, with 1093 persons, according to figures for February fifteenth, on its pay roll. Also he has in his province the territory of Alaska, which is almost exactly one-fifth as large as these United States, and 1875 persons employed by the Department of the Interior to he — - problems. Incidentally Senator Kendrick adds that his state, Wyoming, and eight or nine others, are almost wholly within the province of the department be- cause their areas almost wholly consist of public lands. Nevertheless the Secretary of the Interior also controls Freedman’s Hospital, for negroes, which has a staff of 111, in the District of Columbia; and, along with more or less limited control over other eleemosynary institutions, supervises Howard University. Under him also is the General Land Office, the biggest real-estate organization in the world, with approximately half a Concluded on Page 108)

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Also the Bureau of Education, with a personnel list of 457 and vital responsibili- ties at a time when Americanism is con- founded more or less by agitation and when the average rural school-teacher is paid less than it costs to keep a prisoner in the Philadelphia County Jail, according to the United States Commissioner of Education. Likewise in the Department of the In- terior, which is frequently referred to as The Old Curiosity Shop, is the Patent Office, which has 970 workers and has filled, for one reason or another, whole volumes with its reputed inadequacies. Yet if all these interests were not enough for one secretary, albeit he has been counsel for the Railroad Administration, mayor of a little town, judge in ¢ ig one, a lawyer, with a lawyer's versatility, and president of the South Park Board, in Chicago, there is added the Reclamation Service, which has a working force of 3177, the supervision of Hawaii and about 7,000,000 of acres of national parks, one of America’s great po- tentialities in the development of national pride. Then you must add the Pension Office, with 852 employees. And the care of the Indians, who are more in numbers than they have been in half a century, and more perhaps, Mr. Lane said, than in the day of Columbus. Add also the Geological Survey, with 910 employees as varied in their technical abilities probably as any group in America. Add also the Bureau of Mines. And then sit back and conclude that there can be no wonder why the De- partment of the Interior is often dubbed The Old Curiosity Shop. It has 18,060 employees. Way back in 1848, when it was formed, shortly after the Mexican War and the acquisition of vast areas in the interior— meaning everything west of the Appalachians— the Patent Office was transferred to it from the State De- partment, the Land Office and Census from the Treasury, Indian Affairs from the War Department, Pensions from the supervision of the Secretaries of War and Navy, some ado was made over the venturesomeness of its secretary in hiring, on his own responsi- bility, six extra clerks! Since those beautiful days when the hiring of six clerks was of more moment than the hiring of six thousand now, the Department of the Interior has been a kind of catchall for unrelated activities. That is why Mr. Lane, who favors the conver- ion of the Department of the Interior into a Department of Public Works, insisted, over and over, that the title of the depart- ment carries no special meaning May 22,1920 “For,”’ he argues, ‘““we as a nation are quickly passing out of the rough-and-ready period of our national life, in which we dealt wholesale with men and things, into a period of more intensive development in which we must seek to find the special qualities of the individual unit, whether that unit be an acre of desert, a barrel of oil, a mountain cafion, the flow of a river or the capacity of the humblest of men.” In other words, it is patent to everyone, it seems, that the time long since has passed when the “Home Department,” as it was originally often called, or Department of the Interior, can be presumed to be able to handle about everything in the interior. “Alt wether,” Senator Jones said, scientific reorganization of government agencies would enable us to reduce the running expenses of government at le a quarter of a billion dollars a year : I am convinced after twenty years of « perience re, add fifty per cent to our national efficiency. We've got to | Now is the propitious and imperative to begin; the establishment in the of the Department of the Inte a ' f Department of Public Works is the pro- pitious way. The establishment of suc a department would make it easy to effect the reorganization of the other goverr mental agencies.” And Senator Smoot, who has for year been arguing for and insisting upon eff tive adjustments in the Government's ma chine and is withal commonly said to the best-informed man in Congress wher f fore, who read such problems come to the this article, checked and approved and commended it, concludes “There isn’t any doubt about it —we've got to begin; and the reorgar n of Department of the Interior begin. The bill, now before the Senate Committee on Public Lands, ought to be passed as quickly as possible. I recognize and the engineers do, that there are minor amendments that must be made, but these in no way involve the principle of the bill.” Then he adds, what the country might as well square off and accept as inevitable that when he asked for reports on the bill from all the departments of the Govern ment affected by it, all, except the De partment of the Interior, are found to be averse “But you cannot ever get any depart- ment or bureau or division of the Govern- ment to release any power conferred upor it with its consent,”’ the senator remark “There is, then, only one way: The Congress must take hold of the whole sub ject and carry it into le gislatior If the Cor yre doesn't do i AS THE SPIRIT MOVES Continued from Page 9 long ago he or she may have lived. Only the other night, for instance, someone sug gested that Aunt Bertha summon Noah Webster’s spirit, and in scarcely less time than it takes to tell it, there he was talking to her on the ouija board, as large as life. His spelling wasn't all that it used to be, but otherwise he seemed to be getting along splendidly. Again, just to show you what she can do when she sets her mind to it, she was asked to try her luck at getting connected with the spirit of Disraeli—we used up Napo leon and Cleopatra and Julius Cwsar and all the other stock characters the very first week that Aunt Bertha began to work the ouija board, and we had to go in pretty deep to think up new ones. The planchette started to move the minute that Aunt Sertha put her hands on it, if you will be- lieve me, and when she a ked, “Ts this Disraeli?” it immediately spelled out, “This is him.” I tell you, I saw it with my own eyes. Uncanny, it really was. There seems to be nobody whom Aunt Bertha cannot make answer her on the ouija board. There is even a pretty strong chance that she may be able to get Central, after she has had a little more practice. Mrs. Crouch, too, has been having some pleasant chats with the spirits. And it is only natural that they should treat her as practically one of the family, for she has ween doing propaganda work for the Other Side for years. I often think that one of the big undertaking corporations is overlook- ing a great little advance agent in Mrs. Crouch. She has a way of asking you how you feel that would make you swear you could smell lilie Mr Crouch freq thy ates that she takes but little interest in the things of thi world, and she dresses the part There isa quaint style about her which lends t« thing that he wears an air of it having been bequeathed to her by some dear one who went over round 1889 There is a certain snap to her conversa tion, too, for which she is noted among our set. Perhaps her favorite line is the one about in the midst of life, which she has been getting off for so long that she ha come to take an author's pride in it. You never saw anyone so clever as Mrs. Croucl is at tracing resemblances to close friends of hers who passed on at what she calls, in round numbers, an early age; you would be surprised at the number of persons with whom she comes in contact who have just that same look round the eyes. In fact, you might call Mrs. Crouch the original Glad Girl, and not be much out of the way So the ouija-board operations have been right along in her line. Searcely a day passes, she tells me, that she does not re- ceive a message from at least one of her ] irge cure le of spirit friend , Saying that everything is fine, and how is she getting on, herself? It has really been just like Ok Home Week for Mrs. Crouch ever since she got her ouija board Miss Thill is another of our girls who ha made good with the spirits. Spiritualism is no novelty to her; she has been a fol lower of it, as she says, almost all her life, and by now she has fairly well caught up with it. In her case, also, it is no surprise to find her so talented with the ouija board. She has always been of a markedly Concluded on Page 111 peve;ry

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST wh E COFix tures umbing ERE it po sible for you to cut through a section of an All-Clay “Tepeco” Porcelain Bath you would quickly realize why this product is so generally acknowledged to be the best and most sanitary plumbing fixture material. You would You would see how the to seep see a solid body of clay intensity of the firing had caused the glaze into and become a part of the clay body itself With what results? Scrub and rub, with any toilet or cleansing prep arations that you mind to use, you cannot wear down the surface of a “Tepeco” Bath. It will always be just as smooth, just as white, just as clean as the day installed. So hard and impene- trable is the glaze on an All-Clay “Tepeco” Por celain Bath that a dampened cloth will remove any trace of stain or soil. And instead of having to remove your tub, after a few years, buy another, pay the plumber’s labor again, you have a perma- nent investment. There’s another point also worthy of mention. Porcelain is a heat resistant material, practically a non-conductor of heat or cold. Instead of having your nice hot bath become luke-warm from heat transmission through the sides, your “Tepeco” Por- celain Bath helps retain the temperature you wished. “Tepeco” Plumbing fixtures lighten housework, create more sanitary conditions, inspire pride of ownership and are ultimately economical. Its cost does not increase the total plumbing bill more than 10°; at the most. There is a “Tepeco” Plumb- ing Fixture for every place and purpose. It pays. THE TRENTON POTTERIES COMPANY, xapiensgs TRENTON, N. J. BOSTON NEW YORK SAN FRANCISCO \\ orld’ s largest manufacturers of genu- \l-Clay Plumbing Fixtures. Maker Silent Si-wel-clo Water ¢ et May 22,1920 38 a ee eee - = i eae Seats ie Rage —

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rie ‘| @ \ by ' | él if (Concluded from Page 108) mediumistic turn of mind—there are even strong indications of clairvoyant powers Time and time again Miss Thill has had the experience of walking along the street thinking of some friend of hers, and whom will she meet, not two hours afterward, but that very same friend! As she says, you cannot explain such things away by calling them mere coincidence Sometimes it really almost frightens Miss Thill to think about it You would know that Miss Thill was of a spiritualistic trend only to look at her. She has a way of suddenly becoming ob livious of all that is going on about her and of looking far off into space, with an intent expression, as of one seeking, seeking; materialists, at their first sight of her in this condition, are apt to think that she is trying to remember whether she really did turn off the hot water before leaving home. Her very attire is suggestive of the occult influence. What she saves on corsets she lavishes on necklaces of synthetic jade, carved with mystic signs, which I'll wager have no good meaning behind them if the truth were known Miss Thill is a pretty logical candidate for the head of the local branch of the Ouija Board Workers of the World. She has an appreciable edge on the other con- testants in that she once attended a lecture given by Sir Oliver Lodge himself. Un- fortunately she chose rather an off day; Sir Oliver was setting them right as to the family life of the atom, and it went right on over Miss Thill’s head; she couldn't even jump for it. There were none of those little homy touches about Sir Oliver's intimacies with the spirits which Miss Thill had been so eager to hear, and I be- lieve that there was quite a little bitterness on her part about it. She has never felt really the same toward Sir Oliver since. So far as she is concerned he can turn right round and go back to England—back to his old haunts, as you might put it. Hardened Husbands By means of her ouija board Miss Thill, as might have been expected, has worked her way right into the highest intellectual circles of spirit society. As if recognizing an equal some of the greatest celebrities of the Great Beyond have taken her up. It seems that it Is no uncommon occurrence for her to talk to such people as Tennyson and Sir Walter Scott on the ouija board; she has come to think searcely anything of it. I hear that she has been receiving several messages from Shakspere only lately. His spirit is not what a person could call really chatty, as I understand it; he doesn’t seem to be one to do much talk ing about himself. Miss Thill has to help him out a good deal. She asks him one of her typically intellectual questions, such as what he thinks of the modern drama, and all he has to do to answer her is to guide the planchette to either “Yes” or “No”: or, at most, both. Still, his spirit is almost an entire stranger to her, when you stop to think of it, so you really cannot expect anything of a more inside nature ust yet, anyway Unfortunately several of the husband among our little circle have been markedly + out of sympathy with the spirit movement. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST They have adopted a humorous attitude toward it which has seemed to be almost coarse to the more enthusiastic of the women workers. They use the ouija board only to ask it such frivolous questions a ““Where is the nearest place where you can still get it?’’—which is particularly trying to those who realize the true seriousness of the thing. It is small wonder that they get no answer from the spirits when they go about it that way; no spirit is going to stand for that sort of stuff. There are too many demands on the spirits’ time for them to bother about calls which are not absolutely necessary Attempts to convince the more hardened husbands of the supernatural powers of the ouija board have ended in nothing. Some of them when told, by way of positive proof, of the amazing messages which their own wives have received from the board, have even made open accusations of push- ing, which have amost led to an even division of the children, and a parting of the ways. Not since the dance craze came in has there been so much really notable matrimonial friction as there is over this matter of spirit communication. The ouija board is not without —or, in fact, is with, if you do not mind plain speaking —its somber side. Too Much is Enough Personally I find that I am rather out of things at the neighborhood social festivals When the others gather round to exchange bright sayings of their ouija boards I am left nowhere as regards adding anything to the general revelry. The spirits have not done the right thing by me; I can never get any action on the ouija board It isn’t as if I had not given the spirits a fair chance. No one was any readier than I to be one of the boys; the flesh was will ing, but the spirits weakened, if you could put it that way. There I was, so anxious to make friends with them, and find out how all the folks were, and if they were still with the same people, and how they liked their work. And they would never even say so much as “Haven't we had a poisonous winter?”’ to me. So if that is the way they are going to be about it why, all right. I can take a hint as wella the next one As for the community ouija boards, any time the research workers want to store them away in the spare bedrooms with the rest of the bird’s-eye-maple furniture it will be quite all right for me. I am willing to call it a day and give the spirits a rest any time that the others are. I am not fanatical about the ouija board; I am per fectly able to take it or let it alone. In fact, I think that a reasonable amount of daily exercise on it is a good thing. It is not the actual manual labor that I object to—it is the unexpurgated accounts of all the messages received and their meanings, if any. Sometimes I even feel that I could moil along through life if I never had to hear another discourse on the quaint things that some local ouija board has said, To put it in so many words—at a rough estimate— | am just about all through In fact, if I thought that you would stand for it | would even go so far as to say that | am ouija bored | f. 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\ > y) : } | fp if i | j fi j : i U 4g ( “Tt might,” he agreed. ‘‘Just step out on the lot and find a place where you won’t disturb anybody. lset now? Camera!” The scene was on. Young Romeo came stealing into the orchard of his dangerous father-in-law-elect, and though his every gesture, every facial expression, was re- sponsive to the bawling of a director’s megaphone, yet he moved in a trance, self- intoxicated as a lover should be. For him the inconstant moon of Verona shone in the voleanic glare which came on simul- taneously with the cranking of the camera; and like the swooning note of an Italian nightingale there fell upon his ears Mr. Higginson’s version of Romeo’s lament, which the able director bellowed: “Come on, you Romeo! Slow, now! Quiet! Sneak in! Keep in the picture! Look round now to see that the old man ain't THE SATURDAY EVENING POST WHEREFORE ART THOU ROMEO? Continued from Page 15 management. Verona’s orchard had never viewed a hotter love. To part them now would mean death. Even through the horrid cosmetics he had seen the look which proclaimed her decision. Girls who look that way don’t go off and marry just because their mothers want them to. “* Afterall, I’m only thirty-nine,” thought young Mr. Harrigan as he turned his car recklessly into the Coast Highway. Because he had nothing else to do but to wait upon the return of Sadie Tallinger, Bob Harrigan was a very busy man until six o’clock. He busied himself in the hotel library, taking out books, glancing at Chapter One and asking why people wrote such rot. He busied himself composing business letters, which he never put on paper because he could think of nothing plaidie’ll do ye no harm. Ye'll be young but once, Meester Harrigan, do ye mind, and ye still have the figure of twenty.” Up in his room Bob Harrigan went over the youthful splendors which his tailor had provided. Each moment of inspection broadened his smile. It was not so much the sportive shade and pattern of the ma- terials—old men too go in for plaids and fancy flannels—as it was the very quality of youngness which the garments expressed, even when they dangled in the closet. Bob gloated pleasantly and blessed them all. How much of the boldness which had won for him in this Parnassian enterprise had been due to the clothes he wore? Sadie had called him a boy this morn- ing—yes. But at that instant there came to him a less pleasing memory. She had “I'd look about forty in that, I guess,’’ he said in conclusion, and slammed the door, resolved to hand that suit over to the Japanese servant to-morrow morning Out on the veranda he saw three old men sitting huddled together like three moth eaten penguins on the lea of an iceberg; their heads were close together and they were talking, talking, talking as they always did, day in and day out. By name they were Colonel Thrasher, Judge Dade and Mr. Hornblower. The colonel had sagging cheeky, pessimistic eyes and a cruel mouth The jldge was a little purple man with bulging jowls, no neck at all and a per fectly bald head on which he preferred to perch a cloth hat much too small for him Mr. Hornblower's face was wizened, hawk beaked and entirely dominated by a fierce white mustache whose roots seemed to sprout looking —that’s the stuff! Now! Register emotion! Come on, you Juliet! Look up, Romeo— you see her! Use your hands, can’t you? Register pas- sion! Now you're swear- ing by the moon—up there, see? Keep in the picture! Right. Keep on swearing by the moon the moon's pretty good, but it ain’t a patch on Juliet. You've loved her ever since she was a baby—get some life into it! Here you, Juliet! Register longing, fear, passion! You're crazy ‘bout him, see, but your old man won't let you. See what Romeo’s doing! He wants to be a glove on your hand—that makes a big hit with you. Tell him so! Come on! Don't bestingy! Tell him so! Romeo, what are you there for? R prise, delight, She’s said something!” And so on to the im- passioned climax where Romeo has scaled the vines and kissed his fatal good night. He finished amidst astormofapplause from Capulets and Mon- tagues alike. In his heart, now swollen to the burst- ing point, tob hada feel- ing that he had done justice to the part at which many a great tragedian has failed. He had been the true Romeo for that brief ten minutes. His life, his every hope of life, the image of his ardor and his youth returned had leaned beautiful and adoring from her balcony, drinking in his adoration. As the amateur troupe was flocking away toward the corner where the next scene was set a brawny Capulet slapped him on the back and said, “ Bully work, Bob! I didn’t think you could pull that ro- mantic stuff!’ Only the director was unmoved. tegiste r sur- ecstasy! “‘T kept telling you not to stand so close to the balcony,” was his only re- ward for the inspired Romeo. ‘‘Fifty feet of film nothing but a blur. We'll have to shoot that scene again. You've got the idea all right,”’ he conceded, ‘‘and if you'll put the same amount of pash into it next time and pay attention—it ought to be a hit. Try it again to-morrow at two. Friar Laurence, Juliet, this way please!’ Bob Harrigan’s love and hate moved to- gether toward the board-and-canvas cell which workmen had just finished daubing with fresh paint. Bob didn’t wait for Sadie, but drove home alone, the wheels of his car scarce touching the road, it seemed, so airy was its driver’s mood. Romeo and Juliet! He wondered if the ghostly bard hadn't taken the enchantment under his personal “How Like an Old Grandfather You're Tatking!"' worth saying. He busied himself in his room going over the de tails of his rather expensive wardrobe. This last occupation somewhat engaged his mind. He had conceived a great fond ness for that wardrobe, since it furnished for him the livery of youth. Outing suits, lounging suits, flannels, riding costumes he had them all made for him before his de- parture for California. Since tailoring now- adays is the luxury of the protiteer, Bob had hesitated before so expensive a pur- chase. But his tailor, a conscientious soul even for a Scot, had had Bob on his mind for many a day. ‘Meester Harrigan,” he had said, ‘‘ye’ve been makin’ yersel’ meedle-aged before ver } 1 time. A wee touch o’ color and a aid something els “T should hate to take you Just as you aren't."” What had he meant by that? Had she suspected him of subterfuge? And yet he had done his best to tell her eve rything. Why had that poor dolt, Lonnie Wayle, come along just then? Could he ever tell her now? sob looked again upon his magnificent wardrobe, Every garment seemed to bow politely, anxious to lend itself to the figure of twenty But on a hanger at the far end of the closet he found a suit of melancholy brown; a suit he had worn almost thread- bare in the day when he had begun to think that youth was for the young, none else. He unhooked the hanger from its peg and examined the rust-colored material With a morbi ] interest. all the way from the sides of his nose to the spaces under his ears They wort square toed shoes of vici kid, did these old men, and broadcloth trousers with seedy spots over the knee One at least of them had on a seersucker coat. “That's what it is to be out of it,” thought Bob with a shudder as he passed and repassed them in his restless wall ‘Between them they could buy up Santa Bar bara—perhaps they have And there they sit, sans iS pep, Sans any He had worked him self up into quite a state by the time of Mi Tallinger’s return. She came back with her mother in the latter's doubtless Mrs ger, in the réle of matchmaker, had seen to it that Sadie should not be left too long unat tended, peony, demure as a nun, the girl followed her mother’s sedate progress up the steps. Mrs. Tal linger, pausing, bowed to Colonel Thrasher, Judge Dade and Mr. Horn- blower, Miss Tallinger also bowed to Colonel Thrasher, Judge Dade and Mr. Hornblower Never a look had they for the anxious Romeo lurk ing in the shadows as they passed on toward the interior of the hotel , sSob’s heart gave a sickly lurch. Very duti fully the sweet Miss Tal linger opened a screen door for her mother, but an instant after the great lady had passed within thescreen door was closed softly from the outside and Sadie came gliding over to the spot where fob stood neylected “Why didn’t you wait for us?” she asked, look ing up with Juliet’s eyes “T had a lot of letter to answer,” he replied through the rosy haze ““And then I had a feeling I hadn't done 50 very We A i bf” She touched his sleeve and they begar as by mutual consent, walking away tow | the sea. Ne ither p ke for a long pace He was perfectly certain now what her decision would be. “You were wonderful!” he heard her say. “Everybody thought so—even Mr Higginson. I didn’t know you could a like that.” ‘I wasn't acting. Sadie, I was saying the thing I've wanted to say to you i the feeling that I loved you so and that you were listening to me—tha eemed t give me power. Sadie, if I lost you now Continued on Page 118

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST May 22,1920 Both Motors — Essex and The Essex Motor Also is Were it not for patents, the Essex Motor, we believe, would soon become the ruling type for small cars. The conventional motor of its size develops 18 horse-power. But Essex is nearly three times more efficient for it gives 55 horse-power. And the Essex is a small motor, being approximately the same in size as the motor of the world’s most widely used automobile. So you see why the Essex out-performs larger and costlier cars. This Performance With Economy The Essex is economical in fuel, oil and tires, qualities which constitute the principal appeal of light weight cars. But it also has endurance, which means freedom from much repair and maintenance expense. A stock chassis set the world’s long distance endurance record by travelling 3037 miles in 50 hours. Thus Essex has performance that fits it for any service. It has dependability and long life. Patented Many regard the Essex as a smaller, lighter, less costly Hudson in all the qualities of performance and endurance for which the Super-Six is noted. In many details they are identical. The same engineers designed them. The same factory organ- ization builds them. Both cars are backed by the same ideals in construction. They stand on the same foundation and en- joy equal prestige with all who know their respective qualities. The Essex will not satisfy all who understand the Super- Six. But it does meet the requirements of those who want performance with light weight. It makes it unnecessary to have a large costly car for performances that light cars are not expected to give. More than $35,000,000 was paid for Essex cars in the first year, a sales record. Daily sales now approximate a quarter of a million dollars and limited production is all that prevents their being greater. ww ww Saas & « il ls A le Me ee ee ? ote o aes % — a ——_ * - _

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f 4 } G THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 117 uason are Exclusive Why Super-Six Records Stand Unequalled Now close to one hundred thousand owners hold the Hudson Super-Six to be the greatest endurance car that is built. Official records first established its. proof. The 24 hour run excelled the best previous record by 347 miles. The run of a seven passenger Super-Six from San Francisco to New York and back gave it a distinction no other car ever held. It set and holds every worth-while stock car record for speed acceleration, hill climbing and endurance. It is not speed alone that counts in such tests. It is the ability to keep going without motor attention. In champion ship speedway contests, the principle was proved again and again. In the long races of 300 to 500 miles, the Super-Six specials kept going while faster and costlier cars were forced to stop. And that is the main reason why Hudson is the largest selling fine car. Month after month, for nearly five years, it has out-sold all fine cars. Note the Hudsons that year after year have set the vogue. Many new body types had their origin with the Super-Six. Also in Style, It Leads the Field In beauty of detail, in real smartness without freakishness, theirs is a recogrtized distinction. Even without the patented Super-Six motor, Hudson would still be the preferred car with thousands who demand distinction, quality and comfort. But they get velvet-like performance, freedom from me chanical worries and enjoy absolute confidence in the reliability of their cars. Hudson holds a monopoly in its Super-Six motor. A year after Hudson models are out you may find others approaching them in some particulars. But none can use its motor. In that Hudson is supreme.

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Continued from Page 115 I tl : t to ish t | W ! ] huve t i | NV 1 round ea t ‘ What else Bob H gan would ! f ‘ t Ww ‘ ‘ ' ‘ ‘ ne ’ ‘ ime ' ‘ ; t ‘ t ned { iH ‘ ‘ ! ng ‘ i ette, ‘ ‘ ‘ ) i er \ ’ l ‘ ire t the _ l I way the ? ! i the } er Hlow ‘ ive I told the i A ! t ‘ | ‘ 4 into a series f pull i as he read his eyes widened, ! y | Harrigan, as I have heretofore explained, possessed a face ul i Ltole | Not bad news, I hope iid Sadie, im pre ed ) j | the itr sphere of Oh, no! plendid news,” replied Bob folding away the rap of paper ’ tI entire ma ‘ i changed There was hardne nl ! ‘ his eyes had he ‘ omewhat via He tood now as far from her \ from Antarctic If you'll excuse 1 he was mumbling, beginning to huffle toward the hotel Important busine iwful nuisance fix ht Wii lle wl had just received such splendid ow eemed t h avoiding her j e] chful glance It was a cow i retreat e mad i fwa lown the Nil ! puce } | ened to met ng like t It only inside the fice that he stopp t t to glare it it the ‘ lelegrap! he barked And after he ha itched a few word if the pad a ed it at the asto hed man behind the inter he resumed his flight unt e had reached his room up tu Hl room! A place f desolation so un- il that | n Friar Laurence’ fabled cell looked e a dinner dance iting himself « the edge of his bed he tured into the oper et at the array of } } t he wh ttle more than hour ago had charmed } oul. Pretty fles for him now, weren't they? He ran } hand frant i the } } r ind vus ast he t it l bu ‘ Wi } 1 he ea } } ' Ke | teet iW mew here it ‘ he emer bered t . a ot it | the ma ‘ f ele It ( What would he he t) f It j / ratte Nothing ! itter from now on iu POR HARRIGAN ime dow ite for waiter to change | place t t ible set ybscurely ina rner | the pant oor, et people stared ee ered and walked b “0 ivy dow he’ i The stare was quite forg ible Had he ippeure ! mespu \ erbocker flannel wr liyht twee he ‘ ] have drawt ! ‘ ! ‘ ual trv pia e from table here i there l t hotel which les itse ts fashionable informality t is the rule rather than the excep n for men to ‘ n the type of clothes they have been wear luring the ifternoon But the ght of Harrigatr transformed caused a ent ripple of iriosity from the large table by the door, where Senator Breeze fed | ge family, to the exiled place bel dl a plilar, where } the poetic pinster Mi Grevlev, dined paringly alone, a fork in one hand, a be the other he rustv-brown coat which wore, his audience remarked, was not of poor cut and material; it was shabby a well Hlis trouser a trifle shiny at the knees, were all too plainly in need of press- ing. What was the matter And what in the world had he ing to | hair? Indeed, Bob Harrigan’s toilet had caused before his ny After putting e had gone about him much pain dramatic en- trance into the dining ro on the shabby brown suit it fastidiously the effect Among other castawa choo wet ore to com i top shelf he had found a necktie long despised; it was one of those shapeless trips of dreary gray which haberdashers hand out to old gentlemen who pay well for their clothes and don’t care how they He had been grieved at first had no soft-leather, square- such as Colonel Thrasher and alw iyvys wore He had hesitated upon the point of borrowing a r from | but had been lucky enough to exhume two solemn black blu- chers which had never looked well on his feet. He had pawed over his laundry to discover a half dozen misfit collars which had been sent to him under the mysterious in them ink that he oOo} even the colonel, exchange system peculiar to American laundries. One of them had been exactly to his taste. A size and a half too large for him, it encircled his neck loosely, a mel- ancholy strip suggesting celluloid. Sitting alone at his table, Bob Harrigan felt his ears tingle—a not unpleasant sen- tion. Let them talk about him if it did them any good; it gave him a crusty satis- faction as he frowned into his soup. Be courses he snatched an old copy of Tribune out of his pocket, ulted the financial tween the New York and by preference cor column Only did he shoot a glance across the room to the table where the Tallingers sat That, of course, was They were giving a small party. He re called that in the days of his youth—some- thing like two hours ago—Sadie had men tioned dancing at the country club and had hinted that Bob —accidentally on purpose might happen in on the festivities. The Tal- linger tableseemed young and frivolous. Bob frowned again. Sadie always looked lovely in that shade of die-away pu k He studied Mrs. Tallinger’s imposing gray coiffure, plendid with brilliant and for an in tant he nursed the unworthy thought that he should in all decency be making love to Mr l'allinger instead of her daughter. Lonnie Wayle, royally overdre sed, was paring no effort to fascinate Sadie Sadie wa bored, apparet! tly, looked away Bob Harrigan’s elderly heart fluttered when he saw her rest upon the table which he had habitually occupied Then she looked across the room. It was one of her magic twinkles which sought far until it struck fire in Bob's eye Recognition! ! “What's the matter? once weaknes for she eve Surprise Why this dis- guise? Why aren’t you dressed for the party?” Bob Harrigan glowered down at his plate and inflicted a savage wound in the breast of chicken which lay before him. rhe Tallinger party was off and away before Bob had finished his dinner and hi Tribune. Afterward he strolled over to the desk and selected a cigar of capitalistic limensions. It was a substantial, success- ful, elderly, somewhat reactionary cigar. Such a cigar, Bob reflected, should be the reward of ripening years and peace in one’ expensively decorated inglenook. He hesi tudied that cigar, considering light it or to chew it, the latter the words of his i to chew it tated and peeing a ary yl ndfather Ile decide The card room was populous with bridge moke player He stalked gloomily among them and lyed in poison drafts of phi losophy Old age—so Cicero concluded long ago 1 only a matter of getting used to it. And Nature gives us plenty of time | that These charming bridge players, now resigned to ipproaching enility, were actually enjoying themselve They laughed quite often and heartily withal; moreover they paid no attention to the wanderer in their midst Bob felt hurt, enjoying the sensatior of one who, havir g applied for membership in the Home for Aged and Infirm, finds himself blackballed No one invited him to sit in Mister Dum my’s chair and take a hand, ‘Not dancing to-night?” asked the nice Mrs. Meade, aware of his loneliness as she glanced up from the queen of hearts. - g that to the children,” replied Leavil Bob loftily ‘Highty-tighty!”’ cried Mrs. Meade. “What in the world do you call yourself?” Bob stalked out into the night for fear that he might break down and tell her what he was calling himself, and just what all the world would call him when they knew. Under the moonlit veranda he heard the steady buzz-buzz, drone-drone of perpetual debate Three forbidding figures, swad- dled in overcoats, sat huddled together in as many rocker Colonel Thrasher, Judge Dade and Mr. Hornblower! THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Bob Harrigan pulled up a chair and settled himself as close to them as decency would permit. They seemed to furnish the atmosphere for which he gasped. Here were solidity, antiquity. He must —he would get used to them. Colonel Thrasher held the boards. His versation, characterized by asthma and a lifelong opinion of himself, came in a series of impressive phrases, each phrase punctuated with a solemn pause “If this war—had been conducted—by a Republican administration—there would have been no confusion—no waste—no falsification of reports. The newspapers a pack of liars! Pretty stories of hand-to- hand encounters—bayonet wounds—bah! Do you think in this age—of thirty-mile artillery—that armies could get enough —to jab each other with bayon “They got close enough to jab me,” Harrigan broke in rashly. “Hey?” Three pairs of rheumy eyes were turned upon the invader of their forum. “IT say, they got close enough with one bayonet to jab me.”’ ‘Young man, do you know anything about war?” creaked the colonel out of the darkness. ‘Not much I did before I went across. “Were you engaged in the late struggle?” ‘Seventy seventh Division.” ‘“*What was your commission?”’ persisted the unfriendly drawl. “Only a lieutenant.” ‘And where—if I might ask jab ‘ea decency, cor close 9” sob I know a lot less now than did they you? In the leg. ‘In the leg!” Quite apparently Colonel Thrasher considered this no proper place to be jabbed in, for he added emphatically, ‘I was wounded twice, young man.” “Where, colonel?” asked Bob, deter- mined to stick it out. ‘In the battle of Antietam.” “Does it pain you at night?” creaked little Mr. Hornblower. “I’m not in the habit,” announced Colonel Thrasher, “of complaining.” “TI don’t think this climate agrees with me,”” persisted Mr. Hornblower, reverting rapidly to his darling mania. ‘“‘I wanted to go farther south, but my family was al- ways crazy about Santa Barbara. One of my wife’s sisters died here in 1894 it was 1901. The doctor says it’s rheuma- tism, but I declare it looks a lot like arthritis to me. Judge, what, in your opinion, is arthritis?” no, “Arthritis,” announced the decaying jurist in a voice even more opinionatec than that of Colonel Thrasher, “is a hardening of the —er—cartilaginou ub- tances between the joint It is not to be confused with the gouty deposit which is er—amenable to treatment. Arthritis is not amenable to treatment.” Bob Harrigan found himself fumbling nervously with his knee joint In the background of a diseased imagination |} could hear wild strains of the dance now going full blast at the country clul ‘Young mar iColonelThra and from the ger eral silence Bob concluded that the words were being addressed to him—‘‘young man, what is your age?” “I'm forty-four,” admitted Bob, think- ing it only decent to put on a few years *Forty-four!” snorted the ‘Young man, when I was your age do you know what I was doing?” fob hadn't the remotest idea, so Colonel Thrasher proceeded to recite his iliad of sophomoric deeds enacted some forty years ago when California was still a young state and the gold was as raw as the society. It would have been a quaint and pic- turesque tale from the lips of another. Colonel Thrasher managed to make it uniformly dull, ruining every climax in his narrative to tell the exact street address, business reference and antecedents of his prin ipal characters. Almost always he would get the details so wrong that he must needs go back to correct himself. His memory was failing. Bob Harri- gan’s memory, which had been excellent up to this evening, showed symptoms of turr gy traitor. In the midst of a lengthy paragraph the colonel paused, consulted an enormous gold watch, rose sluggishly, yawned and creakec, ** Well, gentlemen—half past nine—my bed hour.” Whereupon Judge Dade yawned, Mr. Hornblower yawned and Bob Harrigan yvawned ie ‘drone her Colonel, May 22,1920 ‘It’s my bed hour too. Good night!” moaned Bob, and tottered feebly toward his room. His appearance next day at rehearsal was that of a retiring Secretary of State who comes merely for the purpose of handing in his resignation. At the un- popular hour of two Mr. Higginson ap- proached him in confidence and began absolutely without rancor, “‘How about your costume?” “*Oh, I’m out of it,” explained Bob quite casually. “Pshaw!"" objected Mr. Higginson ** All you need is a little experience. Look here, Mr. Harrigan, if you can keep up the pace you set yesterday—and learn to pay attention to the director—I can get you a big salary acting regular for the pictures. That was a real performance you gave us yesterday. The only trouble with you is you're an amateur; and an amateur never as good as a professional in any- thing poetry, baseball, auto racing, poli- tics—anything. All you need is to learn what’s needed and make it your business to know. See?. That’s what gives the making it your business. Your meal ticket depends on it and you Jolly well work to get it right. Now go ahead and get into your costume.” “No,” said Bob, gloomily shaking his he ad “What's on your ¢ hest?”’ looked alarmed. “I’m several Romeo.” “*Don’t make me laugh! Boy, you can't be a minute over thirty-five. Look at what Sarah Bernhardt did when she was seventy! kick Mr. Higginson years too old to play “Sorry, Mr. Higginson. I’ve merely lost enthusiasm.” “*Great Scott! right! something you a button off your shirt the work you're doing isn’t a button—it’s the whole shirt. Well, let’s see what's left.’ The able director stood looking over the assembled amateurs lounging about in the costumes of medieval Verona “That puts me in nice!”’ he grumbled. Up on the balcony Juliet’s lovely head, ridiculously daubed with the colors of cinematographic art, peeped forth from the balcony window. To-day Bob Harri gan, years too old for a lover, saw nothing but grotesqueness in her appearance You are an amateur all These amateurs think enthusiasm’s can lose the way you shed You forget that ““Why don’t u let Lonnie Wayle take my part?” he asked, almost choking on the surrender “That stiff in the monk's get-up?” “He's rather a clever amateur actor was Bob’ young enough He's had all sorts of experience,” recommendat ‘And he’s the part too ion, to look The result was that Mr singled out the the comedy Higginsor ornament of and a little later Bob, had the sad satis- accomplished club, lurking in the shadows, faction of seeing Lonnie stalking in small clothes and a crimson cloak. The rehearsal went wi out a_ hitch Juliet from her balcony looked undying love. Romeo, in the language of the director, registered passion ‘You're alone with her now!” the voice through the megaphone. ‘That's the stuff, Romeo! You're crazy about her! Who cares what her pa says? The night's young and you're there to deliver the goods Crowd close to the balcony, Juliet! He's the candy kid, and you know it! Register love, joy, ecstasy! Now, Romeo, climb up the vines! Look out—don’t slip! She’s yours—only death can part —now give ‘em a lot of turtle-dove stuff!” If his car had flown through space yes- terday, to-day it crept like a wounded snail toward Montecito Bob Harrigar had not stayed to see the rest of the re hearsal. Juliet had found her Romeo; that was enough. Why not? What had an old fellow, fruit for the social junk pile, to do with pretty bayings at the moon, peacock-colored small clothes and a dagger in a golden belt? He would go back to Colonel Thrasher, Judge Dade and Mr Hornblower, jolly companions all. He would see a tailor about furnishing him with an alpaca coat and_ broadcloth trousers with seedy spots at the knees No, he'd be hanged if he would! 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t said woe ce that I I say, this i THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ‘How you do need a mother!" she said. “You'll never grow up, poor dear!” **Sadie!”’ In locking both her hands in his he did the worst possible thing for his noble res- olution “You mustn't imagine too much, Bob,” she told him; and crushed though he was by her changed tone he also felt a mel ancholy pleasure. Nothing could take this moment away from them. “T’'ve made up my mind, ¢ went on. He knew that was “Yes; ’t be afraid of hurting me, Sadie. I insurmountable har- rier between us. After all, Lonnie’s a good sort—really he is. And I wish you all sorts of happiness.” ““Why don’t you have those senti engraved and put on a card?” she sug- gested dry , “Of course it’s all settled,”” he gloomed. “Tt is,”’—she almost whispered it—‘‘and in your favor.” Sadie!”’ ear,’ she coming

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He dropped her hands and backed away as much as a foot. *“‘ Would you mind saying that again?” ‘I want you to go to your room,” she “and put or decent clothes and get ready. I'm going © show you to mother and give her a chance to get over being mad.” ‘You're not accepting me he gasped. ‘Yes, Bob, that’s exactly what I'm doing. We've got to settle it now or Lonnie’ll elope with me and spoil my life.” “What decided you?” he had the temer- ty to ask “Anything else would be silly, Bob, the way we feel.” He could see her great eyes regarding him solemnly through the gloom; and even now he made one la ‘You don’t know everything about me.” “T know enoug! Lonnie’s such a brat.” “*He’s young—he’s ages more suitable than I.” “Bob Harrigar band —you or I?’ There fell another silence, during which both stood still as garcen statues. “Have you st g for me, Bob?” she asked plair tively “Sadie, when I go away from you I think it’s going to kill me.”’ ‘You're not going to kill yourself that way,” she decided “And now, my dear, I want you to tell me why you've been making this queer masquerade.” “It’s something too horrible,”” he stam- but she cut in with her gentle ce- cisiveness “I don’t care if it’s posicively disgrace- ful! Even if you've robbed a bank I'll know you did it for some foolish, nice idea. Now tell me, Bob! It isn’t going to make any dithe rence.” Bob Harrigan went fumbling through the pockets of his middle-aged coat. Faintly in the shadows a trifling square of paper could be seen in his fingers “You remember that telegram?” he said gruffly, and began unfolding the Square “Yes; you read it and ran away like a man escaping from jail.” “It's something I can’t escape by run- ning.” “Bob, for heaven’s sake stop this mysti- fying!" He struck a match and held it near the paper for the length of the flame’s small life as they stood, heads together, and read the brief words which had made all the difference to him “New York “Its a boy born today Nora and baby doing well ALEC” “Who's Nora?” asked the sweet voice close to his ear. He thought her tone had chilled a ceere¢ said in a clearer tone, some ; € t desperate stand. , who's choosing my hus-

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May 22,1920 “She ran away and married Alec Minto when she was only seventeen,”’ he rambled away from the point. “But who is she?” back. “‘Nora, you mean?” Her silence compelled an answef. “Well,” he grunted, ‘“‘she’s my daugh- ter.”’ “Oh!” The note of surprise indicated nothing Presently she asked, ‘‘Would you mind striking another match?” A new flame gave yellow light to the page while Sadie recited the unpunctuated line: “Its a boy born today Nora and baby doing well” ‘“*So,”’ said she as soon as the match had burned its course, ‘‘ Nora is your daughter.”’ ‘I was married quite young myself,” he raced eagerly into the confession. “‘I was hardly twenty. Young marriages seem to run in the family.” “T notice that,” she agreed. “If she’s your daughter and had a child born yes- terday “ “You see where that puts me,” he groaned, “It means you're a ““Why don’t you say it?” “A grandfather!” es grandfather!” he echoed hollowly. Upon the word he stood a little aside in order that she might flee away to follow the path of youth. She did not move. A ray of moonlight, sifting through the trees, had caught itself in the coil of her hair. “And that’s why you've been limping round like an old man?” she asked. “Well, wouldn't you, Sadie?”’ ** Bob, you sweet child,” she replied, and her voice came distantly like a bell over the water, “at your age—and you've already given two generations of nice citizens to the country! It’s wonderful, Bob! And it makes me feel so worthless—such a waster all these years, Bob.”’ Her words were coming more and more uncertainly. Could it be that she was laughing? Closer inspection convinced him that she was crying softly into her hands. Then Bob Harrigan’s self-built Jericho fell. He took her in his arms and began repeat ing the masculine formula, ‘‘ There, there, dear! Please don't ery!” His consolation brought on more tears, as consolation usually does, *“Can’t you tell me what you're crying about?” he whispered. ‘““About my age, Bob—my age.”’ Even to this heaven there came a slight suspicion. He had been so busy thinking about his own age that he had never once considered hers. “Oh, yes—your age! He wished that she would move into the moonlight and give him a critical in- spection, ‘That wouldn’t make any difference to me, darling,” he stuck to it bravely “‘How—how old are you?” “I’m twenty-three!”’ she wailed. “T wouldn’t ery about that.” She clung and sobbed again. **IT would!” she defied him. “Would what?” “Just break —break my heart about it!” ‘Isn't anybody satisfied?’ he asked the moon. ‘Sadie, my own girl, what's wrong with being twenty-three?” “Because!” She stood away from him and made an effort to be calm. “Oh, Bob!” she cried, and sought his shoulder again to hide her tears. ‘‘Can’t you see? When I’m your age I can’t bea grandmother!” On such light foundations youth builds its sorrows. Along the moonlit path a broad-hipped, deep-bosomed ghost appeared, and ap- proaching, materialized into the form of Mrs. Tallinger. Even Luna’s elfin ray could not conceal the blood in her eye. Sadie brought him he challenged.

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“4 ' juite such am cam Occasions. opened the Molly's arms. Molly objected. As she explained when she had recovered possession of her lips, there is too much glass in a brougham for this sort of thing. What “this sort of thing’ was must be left to the imagination. But Robert's reply might be recorded, “Never mind,” he said, “it will be dark after dinner.” When these matters had been arranged he asked: “Did you try again with your mother?” This referred to their agreement that if Mrs. Maxwell could be induced to come to the play with them she should be asked. It was to be a last great effort to reconcile her with Robert and an immoral daughter at one and the same moment Needless to say, much tact was required. Robert would appear only as Sylvia's cousin. Sylvia was asked first. Molly was to have heard that Robert had two more tickets and would like to use them —a mag- nificent structure of plausible deceit, with Sylvia as usual for keystone, But unfortunately the plot had not gone very far. For Molly had only begun, with the remark to her mother at breakfast, that he saw by the papers there was a new play at the Court, by Arthur Hillyard, when she was abruptly stepped by the statement that Mrs. Maxwell had also noticed it, and it was obviously the same sort of thing as Hillyard’s other plays; she wondered why the censor allowed them. Molly could only reply that it did not look very bad in the accounts; that the critics liked it. ‘I dare say it is very well written,” said her mother agreeably as she poured out the coffee. *‘Mr. Hillyard is a very clever man. But the subject is—you wouldn't like it, dear.’” She shook her head. ‘‘ There’s quite enough ugliness in the world without mak- ing life ugly on the stage to have been Continued from Page 21 “But isn’t it a comedy, mother?” “Some people might be amused.” Mrs. Maxwell pursed up her lips and raised her eyebrows in deprecation of the vagaries of some people. Molly was obliged to admit that she had not tried again. ‘It wouldn’t have been any good, Bobby. I’m as sorry as you are that we can’t— that we can’t break it to her gently; but I'm afraid we'll just hi ive to go on as we are till the res a—a ‘Horrid bump.” Molly did not approve the words, but she agreed with the meaning. For at least two minutes she looked very sad at the thought of the dreadful awakening in prep- aration for her mother. Then the arrival at Piccolo’s and the excitement of walking down a room full of people when wearing one’s best evening frock and followed by a cavalier revived her spirits to their former pitch, from which they had no reason to flag during an excellent meal and a no less agreeable drive to the theater. Here indeed they had an alarm. Sylvia was waiting for them. She had come to the theater to be sure to catch them. Mrs. Maxwell had taken it into her head to tele- phone about Molly in such a manner as to excite Sylvia’s fears. She had asked for a definite assurance that Molly was going to spend the evening in the hostel. ““What does that mean?” asked Molly, looking much disturbed beneath the bright lights of the foyer. “TI should say—nothing,” said Robert, who was anxious not to lose his evening's enjoy ment. ‘I hope she won't take it into her head to go round “Oh, no! Nonsense, time of night! ” a don’ t think she'll do that, id Sy l- via. “She seemed to be going out herself.’ “Oh?” Molly turned on Sylvia. “What's that, Sylvia?” Robert stared. “T—] only thought so.’ “Why? “*T—well, I don’t really know.” Sylvia looked extremely uncomfortable under the gaze of her two taskmasters. The truth was merely that Mrs. Maxwell had explained her telephoning by saying that she would be out that evening and wanted to be at ease about Molly’s welfare. And the reason of Sylvia’s confusion was only that Mrs. Maxwell, on second thoughts, had asked her not to tell Molly she would be out, for reasons which Mrs. Maxwell could make perfectly clear, only she had na time This had served to alarm Sylvia, without giving her the power to explain why she should be alarmed. But her reputation for general imbecility saved her. Both Robert and Molly, after a short stare, put down her strange statements and stranger hesita- tions to pure weakness of brain. “In fact you don’t know,” said Robert. “No-o-o, I suppose not,” admitted the wretched Sylvia. “And as for mother’s telephoning, I don’t really see why it need have worried you so much.” Sylvia was forced to admit that she had allowed her fears to run away with her. Robert and Molly gently but firmly crushed her by a few more polite remarks on the useless nature of her errand, and then Molly made up for them by suggesting that she should come into their box. “Oh, no! Thank you so much, but Sylvia, who longed to see the play, peeped nervously at Robert. Robert had shot one agonized glance at Molly, who retorted with a look of uncom- prehending innocence. Now he politely addressed Sylvia. “Yes, please do. There’s plenty of room.” “Oh, no! But—you don’t want me.” “Why, of course, Sylvia!” “After that I must really insist ‘I should only be in the way,” said Syl- via, causing Robert to want to slap her for, of course, this tone made it inevitable that they should retain her, even by force. Robert took her arm and said that he should be extremely offended if she re- peated such an insult to his hospitality. Molly took her other and said she ought to be ashamed to say such things. “But my clothes?” said Sylvia, wavering. It was decided at once that this was pure affectation. Her frock was charming. Syl- via was led away. Molly! At this ” ” May 22,1920 Robert had only one private opportunity of conferring with Molly as they ascended the stairs. Sylvia was in front and Robert, leaning over Molly’s shoulder, hissed into her ear: “‘Thank you, darling.” Molly started, but she defended herself: “Well, how could we help it?” In spite of this serious difference of opin ion the first act passed very pleasantly. Al! indeed were much too charmed by the pla) to trouble about anything else. They were acquiring a knowledge of reality from a master hand Molly saw the wife tell her husband that in future he would sew on his own buttons and, still more interesting, look after his own baby. This latter was an effective scene, meant to show an appreciative aud ence that maternal affection is not neces sarily a sheet anchor of domestic bliss. Other time-honored popular errors—such as that a woman can love only one man ata time, that even an affectionate wife is al ways glad of her husband, that the best love is the constant love, that ignorance is bliss, that babies are dear little things were also exposed. Because this was a serious comedy Molly and Robert thor oughly enjoyed eve ry word of it. And the curtain was well enough contrived to give them an excellent appetite for the second act. Meanwhile Molly thought she could eat a few chocolates, and Robert, not sorry of an opportunity to stretch his legs by the way, put on his hat and went to get them. Robert left the door ajar, and after a moment Molly complained of the draft. Sylvia, as might be expected, rose to find the draft. But having got to the door, to Molly’s surprise, she suddenly took it into her head to go outside. Molly jumped to see what had taken the incurious Sylvia beyond the door. The door latched very badly. It did not click as Molly reopened it, nor catch when, hav- ing one glimpse beyond, she closed it again with great dexterity and caution. But it refused to close and stood even then half an inch ajar. What Molly had seen in the passage was Sylvia in conversation with her mother, so that her gesture was not aston- ishing as she closed the door, nor her du- plicity very remarkable when she took the advantage offered by its flimsy construction and warped panels to listen. Meanwhile her sensations were extremely unpleasant, while she trembled lest Robert return. “Why, Sylvia,” were Mrs. Maxwell's first words, in a tone of great surprise, “are you here? I thought when I telephoned you said you'd be in all the evening. Where have you left Molly?” ‘It—it was a sudden idea,’ Sylvia. ‘Yes, but where’s Molly? You don’ t mean to say that you’ve brought ——— “Oh, no! Moily’s not here. I came with Mr.—with a friend.” Mrs. Maxwell’s voice was relieved. She even bantered Sylvia. ‘With Mr.— Sylvia, I’m shocked. But I’m glad you didn’t bring Molly. This is not at all the sort of thing she cares about Molly is so—well, you know Molly, don’t rou?” “Yes, Molly is rather said Sylvia with a calmness which much surprised the listener by the door, who did not give her credit for so much power of dissimulation. ‘I suppose you're not surprised to see me “Oh, no, Mrs. you it’s—it’s “T must say I always enjoy Mr. Hill yard’s plays. The only trouble is that I can never come unless Molly is away Mrs. Maxwell laughed. So did Sylvia. “It is a dreadful thing to have a censorious daughter.” “Censorious, Mrs. Maxwell?” “Oh! She looks. And if she knew Why, Jack, I didn’t see you coming! This is Sylvia Mann, a friend of Molly’s. Miss Mann— Mr. Hillyard.” A new and cheerful male voice inquired if the dragon herself were there. ‘Molly? No, thank heaven,” said Mrs. Maxwell. Molly, pale with rage, opened the door and glanced at them. Goodness knows what she intended to say, but from pure stress of emotion the moment she saw her mother she burst into tears and threw her- self into her arms. (Conctuded on Page 127) stammered ’ Maxwell. I’m sure for

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a (Concluded from Page 124) “Molly!” cried Mrs. Maxwell. “Oh, mother, how could you! How could you!” sobbed Molly. “*To—to do a thing. Oh! I feel as if everything was spoilt. I'l never believe in anyone again!” ** Darling child ” Mrs. Maxwell was in great distress, but she had no time for explanation, “How could you!” Molly went on. “And I thought you were so good. Oh, mother, I thought you were really good! I did trust you—I did believe in you—and now I find you—you —— And then you call me a dragon.” Here Mr. Hillyard thought it was time to interpose, ““My dear Miss Maxwell,”’ he spoke in a soothing voice. “I’m afraid that it was I who called you a dragon. But I didn’t mean to be rude. Really I didn’t. You see, I’m very much in love with your mother, and 1 er—we were neither of us sure you would approve ss “Oh! Mother, in love with you!” cried Molly even more horrified. “And we agreed we ought to take no risks of er- upsetting you. We have really been very anxious, very anxious in- deed, Miss Maxwell — not to—er—to shock you.” “T am—it is fiercely. “It’s a dreadful thing! understand I trusted mother, Mr. yard?” It is fortunate that this scene took place at the end of the box corridor, oppo- ite the last two boxes, or someone might have interrupted it and been much aston- ished to see an excited young woman in a great temper, alternately weeping and rat- ing a sheepish-looking man with a bald head but not unimpressive appearance, and a still more sheepish-looking middle-aged lady, whose mature handsomeness hardly agreed with her ignominious situation. It was long before either Mrs. Maxwell or Hillyard could alleviate in the smallest Molly’s pain of a revelation which had lost nothing of horror by its suddenness, Molly had said she was shocked, and so she was, almost in the literal sense. As she said afterward, it was the most dreadful mo- ment of her life ‘I never dreamt would of their owt a theater with a mar about it. And I did trust mother, shocking!” said Molly Don’t you Hill- such a thing. Who mother? Going out to and being so cunning No, I forgive her. Of course I forgive her. But I think he ought to have thought of me a little. It was the deceitfulness of it that eemed so terrible. Deceiving me like that for months; and even making Sylvia tell + * 99 me a story that very same evening These were Molly's lamentations at a much later date, so it is not surprising she did not easily recover from the catastrophe at the time. And perhaps her recovery would have been even more delayed if it hours, and totally failed in her examination was something about had not beer Sylvia. She, who had on the morphology of blancmange, only er which in fact, L liked it. Molly, ha been timidly stroking her friend's shoulder next Wednesday morning, another almond,” EVERYBODY'S BUSINESS Concluded from Page 40 of European nations with some compla- that the men were getting such a bountiful South America. One authority point ut eency These lividuals point out that dividend, they ordered the workmen to that the per capita trade of the West Indic there is no certainty as to when or how the withdraw from the scheme. When gsked with the United States in 1918 was four people of Europe will be able to settle their ndebtedness to America. The only salva- tion of Europe is to produce. Exchange materially until Europe's omewhere near to balancing annot recover exports come her imports, the issuance of unlimited amounts of paper and an inclination on the part of remove re that limit There must also be an end to mon labor to output, Labor conditi the United States but in Europe trictions ns in certain sections of are sufficiently serious, unionism is rapidly g a point where it is dominated by the false theory that the less work one man » more he leaves for other men to ising thereby the amount of un There is little hope for eco- omic success In any nation W here the believes that if he does a more than his share of work he is guilty of taking bread from the mouth of a fellow trade do, de« employment. iverage workmal worker, One of the biggest employers in England worked out a copartnership scheme that proved to be very profitable for his em- adopted gave the men something like thirty shillings above their When the officials of the union to these belonged discovered ployees. The plar wayes, which worker THE SATURDAY during a final burst of tears, ventured, after all other consolation had failed, to suggest a cup of coffee. Should she go and get a cup of coffee? Of nice hot coffee? It would take only a minute. This was typically a Sylvian notion practical, kind, hygienie—with a strong domestic flavor. It came from Sylvia's heart. But it had a startling effect. Molly turned on her with flashing eyes. “T'll never trust you again, Sylvia!” “Molly!” Sylvia's spectacles feebly pro- tested against this outrage. ‘I certainly think you haven’t been very —er— straightforward, Miss Mann,” said Mrs. Maxwell, glad to see Molly's wrath diverted. “Oh, Mrs. Maxwell!’”” moaned Sylvia, withdrawing a step in conscience-stricken shame, ‘“*You told me not five minutes ago that Molly was not in the theater,” said Mrs. Maxwell, warming in her indignation. “IT heard what you said about me!” cried Molly, terribly. ‘‘And I believe you knew all the time that mother was was Nes “Engaged,” suggested Hillyard in a de- precating manner **Engaged,’’ Molly in her rage was quite indifferent to this last discovery. ‘I be lieve you planned the whole thing. Over the telephone. I thought you looked sly when you told me that mother had % ‘I understood, Miss Mann, that you promised me not to tell that | ——”’ ‘But Robert always said you had no moral backbone, and I was a fool not to believe him,” interrupted Molly. “Really, you have practically been tell ing—er—untruths, Miss Mann ” be- gan Mrs. Maxwell again, who was now rapidly coming round to the belief that Sylvia wds at the bottom of all her mis- fortunes. But Sylvia was overwhelmed. Clapping a not very clean handkerchief over her spectacles she rushed into the box, snatched her cloak and, loudly blubbering, fled down the corridor, Hillyard was about to pursue. He mut- tered something about ‘‘a poor girl. Ought to see her through.” But both the ladies stopped him. ‘**Leave her,”’ said Molly. ‘‘She deserves every bit of it.”’ “A thoroughly deceitful girl. T hope you will not be friends with her any more, my dear.”’ ‘I never did trust her.’”’ “A bad look. Shifty.” “And always so suspiciously obliging.”’ There was a slight pause, But the at mosphere was decidedly clearer, Theclouds, so to speak, had discharged most of their lightning, and it is to be hoped they blasted the right person, for Sylvia wept away nearly half a stone in the next twenty-four for a reason the union officials stated that it is not their policy to permit any arrange ment that will benefit some of their mem bers and not others. Dozens of cases of a similar kind might be cited, all of which does not hold forth any immediate promise of a record production. Most Americans are earnest in their de sire that the nations of Europe shall quickly and satisfactorily solve problems. However, while entertaining such a hope there is no reason for us to be blind to the fact that a depreciation in foreign exchange may be somewhat of a blessing in disguise. The acreage of winter wheat that was planted in the United States last fall showed a reduction of about twenty-five per cent ‘as compared with the preceding year. This gives us an area that is well below the ten-year average, and at a time when we are greatly in need of a record production of foodstuffs Perhaps if Furope buys less of the cereals from us in coming months we may be pleased next fall that such a reduction in our food export has taken place. The greatest opportunity for a profitable foreign trade for the United States at the present time lies in building up a substar tial business with Asia and the countries of their EVENING POST “Shall we go into the box, Miss Max- well? Now Miss Mann has gone, perhaps you would like to come in with us. | should be delighted if you would.” Hill yard smiled, though somewhat nervously. “We ought to—er—to get to—er—know each other. At least, I hope you will ss “Molly,” said Mrs. Maxwell in a careless tone, as if by the way, ‘“‘who’s Robert? You mentioned a Robert.” “Robert?” Molly looked at the two cul prits before her. She even fancied that she had intercepted a glance between them Hillyard’s smile still lingered— or was it a new smile? No doubt they knew some thing. These middle-aged people are so underhand. Molly replied: ‘‘You mean Mr. Anderson, whom I’m engaged to. He's just gone to get some chocolates.”’ She prepared to crush any sign of sur prise at this announcement. But there was no need for her to lift her head and display her nostril in such a threatening manner Mrs. Maxwell and Hillyard fully under stood their insecurity, their moral vileness, their total disqualification from any right to comment. Molly’s mother only dared to remark that that was very nice —very nice; she would be glad to meet Mr. Ander son again, and Hillyard, shaking Molly by the hand, respectfully begged to be per mitted to congratulate her. Robert himself arrived some two minutes later, and found them in the other box. At first he appeared somewhat perplexed and behaved therefore with a reserve and cau tious dignity of which Molly could highly approve. But when the situation gradually dawned upon him not all her cold looks could restrain his spirits. The natural grossness of his sex showed itself in an ex treme affability with Hillyard, and an a mostaffectionatedeferenceto Mrs. Maxwel Indeed the three of them began to grow very cheerful. Molly was disgusted When Bobby started that famous absurd story about the Member for Middlehampton and the gam mon of bacon she really felt she must snub him. But there was something about Bobby as he approached his point, some thing in his droll tone, his lips, his something in the glance, which, ci Molly's eye, there at least there was appreciatior " ] I Se RIO 2 seemed to be quite si made it quite impossible to snub | deed she laughed, She was caug! ing. Everyone noticed it, and immediate! her dignity was gone Her mother kissed her were turned down at the end of the i: terval, and Hillyard actually called her b Re = laug! wher her Christian name. **Now, Molly, he i 1id, “‘you must tell me how you like thie of second act. I'm not quite sure of it I don't think it could be better than the first,’ said Molly kindly. “Rather not,” Robert agreed. I that first act whiecl ‘There times that of Great Britain Argentina's per capita trade with u prior to the war; was five times that of France Bra twice that of Swede: Cuba's twent times that of Germany; and Chile's three times that of Belgium But notwithstanding the opportunit that is afforded us, we ure piling up debt in the West Indies and South America stead of credits. It is quite possible for an America t zen to be loyal to his own country without being unfriendly to any other natior We have vital problem of our owt prompt attention if aster The volume of indust ernment and = other here in America reached a figure th causing some people to be ippreher ve The total of stock flotations for 1919 in the United States is estimated at $4 000, which compares with $1,8°3,600,000 in 91S that degree of conservatism and busine caution that are warranted by present world conditions Everyone we need to foster our foreiyr let us not overlook the SSO O00 Such a showing doe KNOW tha trade ever mportance ’ t element time and place those two grea Eliminate Compression Leakage HERCULES

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST May 22,1920 This delightful hand-chased Round Con vertible wristlet, with detachable gold brace let, is a splendid example of VW adsworth craftsmanship at its best No Wadsworth creation has won more friends than this chased and enamel inlaid wristlet It is known as the Cushion Square, and is worn with a silk ribbon Here is an Octagon wristlet, with a del ieate chased design which has been accorded high favor wornu itha silk ribbon /ts very simplicity lends attractiveness to this Octagon Convertible case. The gold bracelet is detachable And now—make way for bride and groom, and for the youth and maiden who are stepping forth from classroom into the larger activities of life! And if there be among these one who is especially dear to you, your thoughts will doubtless turn to some enduring gift. Then why not a watch, whose ceaseless ticking throughout the years will oft remind of your friendship and well wishes? What watch? The movement, first, must be the honest work of a reliable maker. But, if your gift is to be cherished, the case, too, is most important. For 30 years Wadsworth has been making cases for the watch movements of leading manu- facturers and importers. Throughout this time the Wadsworth Standards have mounted ever higher—and Wadsworth craftsmen havé made many contributions to the develop- ment of artistic beauty, of dependable utility, of honest workmanship, in watch cases. When you buy a watch, select any standard movement your jeweler recommends and have him “dress” it in a Wadsworth case. The name Wadsworth is your guarantee of correctness and beauty of design—of highest quality materials and best workmanship. THE WADSWORTH WATCH CASE CO. Cincinnati, Ohio ctories: Dayton, Ky

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST No worthier example of the craftsmen's skill has come forth than this Decagon case, a distinctive Wadsworth creation Note the quiet richness and beauty of the hand chasing that follows the edge of the case even to the pendant and bow. Here, indeed, is a man's case that will arouse in the owner a genuine feeling of pride

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ana the tappea almily “aNSSUT na big le leanup they and Dabney urchase of 1 dispatch whi had giver ton with a quiet price rhe ntimation of the importa et with inherent shrewdne mind that at up to tl werefart! low up ht the neyotiatio any offer Ihe petition gave Jue If they} fact that vuntage been able ony the transact through without lav! Dabney thon et that Dur iy) Ww now in york of hi eord, p expense with reg: | New own a auyving t own beholden to It would! «different | swecepted th Then they noone ave been ad the man at ear tation had h whole would to themselve im busine n eaned up betore rnuld pet Knew chasers ¢ Dabne and did not de arity with the talk water po eure he and his associate behalf of their 1 the entire Dunlap trot round t humiliating thing servant were bay on acquire was willing t and do well-trained opportunity to laug him he co pedite th onclusion of t use ul ie wante perience wever ‘This new duced h voves at quar the point madeqt il pe ired W yg the chi eemed out of { wa he t fit. Hewa in Asha hoped lo pre perty ld mean ¢ but the time iate, ym ud- rincipal prope oO cheap ever thereby their light ce al, } ad i" ade reached by THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE MAN FROM ASHALUNA Continued from Page 27 Judson had a room and bath, for which he was charged a dollar and seventy-five This room was big enough for a single bed, a chiffonier, a chair and Jud’s churn. The elevator boy made a deter- mined protest against accepting the churn for transportation in his car and stated that there was a special lift for freight and trunks at the back of the house. ‘Oh, for heaven’s sake, forget it!” grum! led Dabney. He assuaged the feel- ngs of the colored youth with currency and the awkward bundle was permitted to accompany its owner, ‘By gravy,” said Jud, room. That’ 1 come in I'd ruther have it Funny idea, payin’ ten or eleven dollar week for a room and not gettin’ any grub throwed in. Well, I can put the churn in the bathroom part o’ the time and git a little more space in here.” Dabney was thankful Jud didn’t make comic reference to Saturday night in ing the bathroom. The whole epi was already too much of a burlesque. ‘I suppose you came to New York to arrange for the sale of your water-power site,’ he said, seating himself on the bedside and lighting un expensive cigarette. “‘I assure ou my partner and I are ready to gy matters to a head at once.” “Oh, I ain’t in no great hurry, aid Dunlap. “I’m a-goin’ to stay New York two weeks, maybe ree. [| got quite some things to 1 to. Now there’s my churn. t "pose you'd be interested in churn. would you, Dabney? The right parties could make a heap o’ money out of it.” “T dare say. It’s hardly in our line, Dunlap. The men we represent do things in a big way, and the de- velopment of the Ashaluna for power purposes will require a great deal of capital. The cost of buying your rights is only a small part of it We want to be liberal cents a day “they give handy, but I than meals me a hat} dunt some aiscus sode sluic e ‘'t know who you mean by we,” said Jud, hing a brush and comb from his extension bag and carefully slicking his hair ‘All IL know’ ou. ‘Fore I do business I'll want with your boss os ‘But, Dunlap, w It's to be a so there’s no cipal Ile the Eggle ston and y ] talk authority to action e have full cash trar need of your meeting most assuredly will not matter until the proper time abso ess with J. Dun- ality. ‘‘’Course I iid before, 1 got my If you can’t help me ver advice, I'll have to look I got a reason why I want to do wit! at churr Now maybe lown in Wall Str that hires eet you would recognize that it’s got merit. You introduce me to him and let me talk to him a few minutes and I can con- vince him.” “T give you my interested in the slightest degree. very big and very busy man.” “‘T never seen one so big or so busy a money-makin’ proposition didn’t appeal to him, Dabney. Trouble with you is, you're just an age nt. Your job is to buy a water power. You're sort of limited in your ideas and narrer in your views. That's why I want to meet the boss. I ain’t never figured on doin’ business with an understrapper. If I had I could’ve settled things with Eggleston and you right at home without ever comin’ to New York at all.” Jud delivered this opinion with a large kindliness, a condescension, as if he were explaining something to a person dull of comprehension. He smiled with the great- est good humor, quite failing to realize that he had said anything in the least offensive: and Dabney, who as Judson had asserted was out to buy the Ashaluna property and boys word he wouldn't be He’s a “To-morrow All This Water, Heid Back, Will Give You Hundred Thous sand Horse Power at Ashaluna at Least Two for no other purpose, realized that if he showed the resentment which boiled within him he would jeopard- ize his employer's chances; and one better than that same Dabney the ss of such a result. felt helpless to deal with the Dunlap apparently didn’t care hoots in—in Ashaluna for the thing which gave Dabney so much concern. He made Dabney see his utter indifference. Dabney was empowered to offer the woods- man a sum greatly in excess of any that had itioned heret fore, but this power he had |} holding in reserve. If he bought the property at any price it would be profitable for Eggleston and him- self, but the che aper he got it the more the deal would benefit the partners Now suddenly he considered the ab ility of coming out flat-footedly really big offer sufficient to no knew seriousnes Yet he situation, three been hoe been advis- with a one sweep May 22,1920 Dunlap off his feet and conclude the matter at once. .Think of the time it might save time that would be spent dubbing round an unspeakable hotel and listening to the weary reiteration of this bumpkin’s ideas in the matter of churns! Churns! Good heavens! Something held Dabney back, however. Suppose Jud refused to be swept. Dabney had heard of that amazing phenomenon, a man who doesn’t care anything about money. He had never met such a man, to his knowledge. He didn’t honestly think the species existed. But suppose it did and this Dunlap were a specimen! Wouldn't it be better to go a little slowly and find out more about the backwoodsman’s peculiari- ties? He might have a weakness. Maybe it was drink; maybe it was some picayune personal vanity; maybe it was girls. “*T tell you what,” Jud was saying, ‘you lemme explain to you jest what an all-fired big idea I got in this churn and then maybe your boss will want to know about it. How ean you tell? He might care more about the churn than he does about that water power. It wouldn't take no great sight of capital to start out in the churn business, and you say yourself the’s got to bea heap of money spent on the Ashaluna.”’ “Tt’s no use,’ returned the Wall Street man impatiently. ‘‘I don't care anything about your churn, and nei ther would Mr. Eggleston nor Mr. er—our principal.” “You dum near let it slip that time, didn’t you?” chuckled Jud. ‘Oh, well, if you want to be stubborn | can ’t help it.’ ‘I'll have to be going,” ney at last. He felt futile, baffled. He wanted to talk with Eggleston. It was plain some sort of strategy must be rol ns ‘You better see that boss of yours I think he’d prob’ly listen to me. Say, I got an idea. If he wants to develop the Ashaluna water power, why not put a churn factory right ang on my farm? You lemme talk to him. I'll convince hi im In desperation Dabney offered a sop. “Tf I could make an ap pointment with him he might possibly see you. I'll have to work it very care fully. He’s a busy man.” ‘Allright, Dabney. You do that. You tell him I'll be right here most all the time and if he'll let me know when he wants to come I'll be sure not to go out.” Oh, don't the gentleman would come ““What’s the matter Dabney? Ain’t it respect able? You picked it out for me. If it ain’t all right “It’s not that Brown—can hardly be expected to come to you. You have somethir 4 him. You must call at his office. An appointment may have to be made several days in advance. It is a great favor for Mr.— Brown —tosee anyoneexcept his close business Why, only the other day the Secretary of the Treasury came all the way from Washington to consult him.” “Why, wouldn’t this Mr. Brown go to Washington? Well, I don’t know’s I blame him. Washington’s a lot farther from his otfice than this hotel. You tell Mr. Brown, or whatever his name is, he’ll have to come here if he wants to see me. I ain't a-goin’ traipsin’ down to Wall Street. It’s no place for a greenhorn.” “Surely, Dunlap, you're man enough to take care of yourself.” “You bet I be! One w way of doin’ it is to stay right here and not go near Wall Street. That is, not first off. I’m no fool ‘Lemme tell you somethin’. I’m not a business man and don’t e xpect to be. I am not honin’ to be wealthy. [ have an errand here in New York that hain’t got a thing to do with falls nor water powers nor Wall Street. It don’t even concern churns much. I didn’t come here to dicker with you folks. But while I'm here, if this (Continued on Page 133 said Dab- but Dunlap, you think for an instant I speak of here - But Mr.—er to sell associates,

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(Continued from Page 130) Brown—of course I know that ain’t his name—wants to see me he can, easy. don’t turn my nose up at anyone, no matter how rich he is. “But I won't go down to Wall Street a-chasin’ of Brown. I haven’t got any- thing I’m tryin’ to sell him. I don’t give a dum whether I do business with him or not. If he was interested in my churn that would be a little different. But you say he wouldn’t be, so I’ve got to take your word for it. ““Dabney, I’ve always cal’lated if I had somethin’ the other feller wanted bad enough he’d come to me for it. So Brown can be governed accordin’ly. I don’t particularly care about money, but I don’t aim to sell anything for less’n it’s worth. You can tell him that too; and I won’t do business with understrappers.” “But why, Dunlap?” “Because I want to know who I’m dealin’ with. Maybe I wouldn’t like this Brown. Maybe he’s not the kind of feller I'd care to sell Ashaluna sluice to.’ “How childish, Dunlap! What possible difference could it make whether you hap- pened to like Mr. Brown or not?” “It'd make jest this difference, that if I didn’t like him I wouldn't sell the sluice no, I wouldn't sell him a single rock out of the river bed— fer all the money he’s got. But, by golly, Dabney, if I did like him I might sell to him cheaper than I would to someone else! Maybe I'm childish. That’s my business. You give Mr. Brown my kindest regards, Dabney, and tell him what say. You tell him my churn’s the best * Poor Dabney seized his hat and made his escape. The interview tried his soul. He could no more understand Judson Dunlap than he could read a book in Hin- dustani. Half an hour later he reported, fum- ing and scolding, to Eggleston. “Of all the pig-headed, impossible, illog- ical chumps I ever met, that man Dunlap is the worst!’ “I gather then that you haven't as yet concluded the purchase of the Ashaluna property.” Eggleston was a trifle contemp- tuous. He was a brusquer type than his partne : “L. J.’ll be pleased.” “LL. J. will probab ily have a fit, Egg. I rather think he’ll have two fits if I give him the message Dunlap sent him.” ‘Dunlap sent him a message? Then you told Dunlz 1p “Nothing I referred to L. J. as Mr. Brown. Dreilap knows Brown is a fictitious name, of course, but he’s determined to meet him face to face. He’s a queer one. Keeps talking about a churn. Has it with him too—great awkward contrivance done up with paper and string enough to build a circus tent. I used your car for a moving van to get him and his goods over to a hotel in Eleventh Street and secandalized your men so they will doubtless resign be- fore the end of the week. Dunlap ealled the footman a he chambermaid and made other remarks about persons of your sort, whom he holds in deep contempt.” Eggleston smiled at_his partner's ¢ dis- comfiture. Evidently Dabney wasn't the type to deal successfully with Dunlap. “T guess you went about it wrong. L. J.’d laugh us out of his office if we ad- mitted we couldn’t handle this fellow.” ‘‘He’s got several hearty laughs coming to him,” grumbled Dabney. ‘He'll have to go to this fellow in person or this deal won’t go through. Listen, Egg, L. J.’ got to qualify. Get that? J. Dunlap won’t do business with representatives—calls ’em understrappers; and he won’t traffic with L. J. himself unless he likes him. What do you know about that?” ‘I thought you were a better ~—— Dab. I guess I'll have to take a hand ‘I wish you joy, Egg. You haven't a chance. This man is absolutely indifferent to money. He's crazy! He’s come to New York on some secret errand that he didn’t confide to me. Then he’s got that damn churn 5 “*What about the churn? “Wants someone to buy it or finance it, and thinks Mr. Brown, as we called L. J., would probably be much more interested in it than he is in the water power if he could only have a chance to show him its merits.” “Well, great Scott, Dab, have you parted with your wits? Why the devil didn’t you tell him we were crazy about his churn? That’s the most direct way to his heart— like a mother’s child. You certainly over- looked a bet that time.’ THE SATURDAY “Oh, who the deuce w: ants to bother with his old churn? L. J. isn’t paying us to get him into the churn business. What we want is the water power. “Yes, of course. But the churn is the short cut. Seems to me anyone could have seen that. I’ve a notion if you buy the churn this Dunlap would throw in the sluice property with it. Or maybe he wants someone to start a churn business and give him an interest. We could do that, pro- vided he’d come through with the other proposition.’ “You'll have a nice time making old L. J. see it in that light.” “L. J. isn’t anyone's fool, Dab.” “And you're going to have a dickens of a time getting L. J. to visit our churn king at his hotel.” “No need of it. I'll drop in and see Dun- lap this afternoon and talk churns to his heart’s content, and he'll forget all about Mr. Brown.” Dabney wagged his head. “You'll see!” he croaked. been up against this fellow.’ Eggleston saw—just as his partner pre- dicted. He telephoned Jud and ealled on him that afternoon by appointment. “‘My partner says you have a very in- teresting proposition in the shape of patent churn,” began Eggleston. 7 didn’t think it interested him very much,’ “No? Well, Dabney has an odd way of showing how enthusiastic he really is some- times. I thought I'd like to know more about your churn.” “You think maybe Mr. Brown would care about it?” asked Judson brightly. “Why, I'm not sure he wouldn’t. Mr. Brown is a very keen business man. If the churn has possibilities for profit I believe he would be only too glad to have the matter investigated.” “*You mean he’d look into it personally?” ‘Why, he would employ people who are experts in such matters. Mr. Brown would hardly wish to judge the thing of his own knowledge. His acquaintance with churns and their requirements is limited.” “Well, mine ain’t. I could explain to him as good as any expert. Y.ou let me talk to him ten minutes and I'll show him.” “That will be impossible, Dunlap, as Mr. Dabney told you.’ “All right,’ said Dunlap. have to, I cal'late.”’ “Perhaps you will explain it to me then. I may be able to make it clear to Mr. Brown so that there will be no need si “What's the use of me wastin’ your time, Mr. Eggleston? Dabney says and you say Mr. Brown can’t take time to come here to talk tome. Let’s forgit it. I don’t want to bother him. It must be turrible to be so busy as him.” Dunlap rose and held out a hand. Eg- gleston felt himself dismissed with much the same curtness that the great L. J. himself would have displayed. There was a decidedly here’s-your-hat-what’s-your- hurry note in the woodman’s manner. Eg- gleston was as mad as his partner had been earlier the same day, and quite as effec- tively inhibited from showing it. He looked Dunlap in the eye and could have sworn he saw a glint of amusement. Could this big oaf be laughing at him? “‘Good-by, Mr. Dunlap,” he said a trifle stiffly. “I'll probably call you up soon. I think you're taking rather a peculiar stand in this matter. If you will allow yourself to be guided by men whose experience qualifies them to assist you i “Thanks,” said Jud. ‘‘That’s nice. I'll vall on you if I really feel I need any steerin’. I’ve known considerable many guides myself and I always figured the guidee had to pay what the service was worth. But New York’s the same to me as the woods is to you, so I s’pose I may have to sing out. F’r instance, what would be the quickest way f’r me to go from here up to the Union League Club?” ““Why—why—l suppose your best way would be to get a taxicab. Let me see, what time would you care to go there?”’ “‘T had an invitation to take supper with a couple of gentlemen. I s’pose I'd ought to be on hand about six. “ should be pleased to send my car for you. ‘Much obliged, Mr. Eggleston, but I guess you needn't bothe T. I thought there might be some car — ‘Go over to Fifth Avenue and take the bus,” said Eggleston sulkily, and departed. “And I'll bet you,” he scolded when he reported the ill success of his visit, ‘‘that “You haven’t “He don’t EVENING POST chap’s going to dine with some of the Mogridge crowd.” **No takers,” replied Dabney. He was sorry in one way to see his part- ner return defeated, but on the other hand he was slyly amused at Eggleston's dis- comfiture. “Eggy,”’ he said, ‘‘there’s nothing like a little of the old diplomacy, eh? Dunlap’s a good subject to practice on. When you've made a dent in him you qualify for a peace- conference job. Jud believes in open cov- enants openly arrived at, I should say. None of that secret stuff in his.” “Oh, shut up!” s napped Eggleston, ‘‘L. ‘ll be on the warpath in the morning. What are we going to say?” “Blessed if I know, Egg. Perhaps it’s another matter for the office diplomat. But you will have to put one idea over strong, whether you use the language of diplomacy or cold, brutal words of one syllable: If Jordan expects to get control of the Ashaluna situation he’s got to see Mr. Judson Dunlap—and make it snappy!” vir T WAS true that Jud’s appointment that evening was with a representative of the opposition. He journeyed to the Union League Club as Eggleston had suggested, by bus, where he expected to meet a cer- tain Mr. Vail, another of those who had previously tried to deal with him at home. As soon as he was settled comfortably at the Eleventh Street hotel he had _ tele- phoned Mr. Vail. Mr. Vail was delighted and insisted on Jud’s company at dinner that night. “*T guess I better move round a little and see how folks do tl ings,” the woodman had told himself. ‘‘Probably this Union League is a right nice piace. Seem’s if I remember seein’ it gwhen the division marched up Fifth Avenue, But there’s one thing I'm goin’ to do first. Gosh! I wisht I was a better writer.” Jud went into the writing room of the hotel and wrought painstakingly with a pen that kept catching its point in the paper and doing other annoying things: “Dear Mary: Larrived in New York last evening and hasten to drop you a line. I looked for Beverly telephone number but could not find enny in book I was sure was yours, so if you want I should call to see you pleas send me a line to this hotel, Mr. Judson Dunlap, care Hotel , and I will get it all right. I thought I would not go to your house without you invited me for fear you mite be out or have company or maybe rather hear from me instead of me busting in on you when you didn’t expecked me. We can have a good ole talk and I want to know were the pictures are and statures you said was in the musium and also take you to some movie or other form of enter- tainment as promised. Hoping to hear from you real soon. Yours truly, Jub.” With this momentous communication off his chest, Jud departed for the Union League. The door man was inclined to send him round to the tradesmen’s en- trance until Jud told him with whom he had a dinner appointment, whereupon the man became suddenly gracious and ur limbered a vocabulary consisting largely of sirs. Judson, half an hour early, waited ina large chair in the strangers’ room, from which he could see many of the goers and comers, amusing himsel if by guessing who among them bore distinguished names like Rockefeller, Vanderbilt or Jordan, “Maybe if that Mr. Brown knowed who I was to eat with to-night he’d think it was worth while to call at the hotel,”” he mused. Mr. Vail presently arrived, accompanied by a brisk little man of about middle age, whom he introduced as Mr. Mogridge Mr. Jacob Mogridge, president of the In tercontinental Pulp and Paper Company, of whom Mr. Dunlap might have heard, Mr. Dunlap certainly had heard about Mr. Mogridge and knew a good deal about his company. He didn’t like Mr. Mogridge’s company, which had rather a bad repu- tation back where Jud came from. The Intercontinental owned tremendous tracts of timberland and several great mills. It legislative record was one of intimidation and lobbying. Many people regarded the Intercontinental as an octopus with a full equipment of tentacles and an ink-throwing ability second to that of no other concern in the octopusing business “7 thought you'd like to know whom I represented,” said Mr. Vail as soon as the three men were seated and dinner had been ordered. “IT must ask you, however, to 133 hold the matter in the strictest confidence. Mr. Mogridge desired to meet you, be- lieving that much time would be saved by doing so. *That’s all right,” He eyed Mr. Mogridge narrowly. That gentleman certainly managed to conceal said Jud. his cloven hoof most skillfully. He was a mild little man with a thin voice. He ate only crackers and milk with a dish of stewed fruit on the side. Jud had expected to see nothing short of terrapin or canvasback duck consumed at this meal. Vail con- tented himself with a thick soup, roast beef and a cup of coffee. Jud was urged to select whatever he wanted from the menu. He had hoped his picking of viands would be done for him, and now had some difficulty with the names. The prices bothered him, too, for somehow he couldn't bring himself to order dishes listed at more than a dollar, in spite of the known wealth of his hosts. **Aw, I guess—I guess—I guess I'll take some soup too,”” he had decided when Vail chose purée of green peas, “and some some—some ham and aigs. Feller can't go fur wrong orderin’ ham and aigs.”’ ““As I have an engagement early this evening,” began Mogridge, breaking crack ers into his milk, ‘“‘I suggest we get down to business while we eat. Mr. Dunlap will pardon the suggestion, I trust.” “That's my idee too,” agreed Jud. ‘‘This is first-class soup.” “You have a good water-power site, Mr. Dunlap, according to the reports of our engineers. You have also a small farm. Your timberlands have little value, owing to the fact that most of the stuff has been cut off. Ordinarily your property would be worth fifteen hundred or two thousand dollars at the very outside.” Jud said nothing, but performed an op- tic al analysis of his ham and aigs ‘We believe that by the expe nditure of large sums we can develop “I know,” said Jud. ‘‘A water power to generate electric current for running a trolley-car line or a lightin’ plant in some city miles away; and the cost of buildin’ a dam and puttin’ up a power station and runnin’ a line o’ wires will be so great that it don’t leave nothin’ much to pay the owner of the backbone of the whole scheme.” Mr. Mogridge looked dazed. “Of course,” said Jud, “your plan's a heap bigger’n what you cal’late to tell me, but I ain’t got money to employ engineers and surveyors to figure out just how big it really is. I can only be sure of one thing, and that is that whatever you offer me ain’t goin’ to be within’ forty rows of apple trees of the real value “Now I didn’t come to New York to sell Ashaluna sluice. Not that I ain't willin’ to sell it, of course, but I had another errand here. I've got a churn ry, Mr. Vail, might I trouble you for the pepper?” “A churn?” queried Mogridge “A chur anda right good one,” There is no need to follow Judson Dun- lap in the elucidation of the advantages of the Dunlap Patent Reciprocal Churn. It is enough to say that Mr. Mogridge and Mr. Vaik seeing the hopelessness of divorce- ing the churn from the water-power enter- prise, finally agreed to visit Jud’s room at his hotel and view the butter-making de- vice, permit Jud to explain it and consider seriously the matter of its exploitation as a commercial proposition. It was the best they could do—and they recognized the necessity for concessions. The possibilities of the Ashaluna sluice development were too important to be jeopardized by appear- ing to treat the churn slightingly. Thus it happened that Mr. Willis Dab- ney, seeking Mr. Judson Dunlap, observed in front of a certain hotel on Eleventh Street next day a town car of exotic make and almost prohibitive cost. Dabney knew that car. It was not necessary for him to read the initials J. M. on the door to tell him it was the property of the president of Intercontinental Pulp and Peper. Using one or two carefully selected profanities, Dabney climbed back into his own car and returned to the office, where without loss of time he sought his partner. ‘Egg,”” he said, ‘“‘the beans are spilled unless we get to L. J. right away. Mogridge is at thi moment or he wa twent minutes ago—in conference with our friend Dunlap at his hotel If Dunlap sells Mo gridge his churn, good night! The Asha luna goes with it.” ‘And yesterday | had to tell you just that,”’ complained Eygleston. ‘We have (Continued on Page 137

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(Continued from Page 133) worked fast enough and the chief is going to be terribly annoyed. This Ashaluna project is his especial pet and to have Mogridge beat him will about break his heart. You hurry over to the office and see if you can get L. J.’s ear and explain the situation.” “How about the firm’s special diplo- m: atic expert?” “Oh, go on!” said Eggleston. ‘You do as I say “ you can be sure our connec- tion with L. J. will be mighty short-lived. Say, I guess it might be just as well if we were both to go. Mr. Mogridge and Mr. Vail meanwhile were listening with a simulated interest to the description of Jud’s churn. They al- lowed the inventor to unwrap the machine and set it up and to explain with consider- able minuteness the principle of its opera- tion Finally, Mr. Mogridge admitted, without knowing a thing about it, that the churn was a wonderful contrivance and of- fered Jud ten thousand dollars for his pat- ents, cash on the nail. ‘“*What are you goin’ to do with it if I sell it to you?”’ demanded Jud. ‘That remains to be seen,” replied Mog- ridge. ‘‘Of course this offer for the churn patents is contingent upon your acceptance of our previous offer for the Ashaluna property.” *“Wouldn’t you agree to build a factory and go to makin’ churns?” Mogridge said he didn’t see that such assurance was necessary. ‘Then we can’t do no business not right now,” said Jud. He rose and made it quite evident that the interview was at an end. Mogridge perceived that he had been a trifle too abrupt and began to hedge. ‘Of course some provision might be mi ade whe ’n it comes to the final contract ‘*Well, we'll see, we'll see,”’ said Jud in the same here’s-your-hat tone which had proved so discomfiting to Dabney and Eg- gleston. Mogridge, president of perhaps the largest company of its kind in the world, a director in ascore of corporations, wealthy, powerful, who had actually condescended to visit this untutored child of Nature in an obscure hotel, felt himself dismissed. As a matter of fact, Jud did not like Mogridge. He had taken plenty of time to study him and now believed that beneath a studiedly harmless mask the man concealed a sinister and scheming person- ality. His meeting with Mogridge had justified hisste ind in reference to Mr. Brown. He wasn’t going to traffic with anyone he —_ in’t trust. Maybe it was just a notion, but that was the way Jud was built. Another thing he had gained from his interviews with Mogridge was a sure knowl- edge that he had something of instant cash value. It wasn’t the churn, he could see that. Mogridge didn’t care anything about the churn. All the capitalist wanted was the water power and he was willing to take the churn patents at a good price in order to put through the power deal. Jud was stubborn enough to believe in the churn and to want to sell it on its own merits. It represented something of which he could be proud, something which expressed a side of his character, an aptitude, something he himself had created. As for the water power, he wasn’t sure he wanted to see the landscape all cluttered up with industry. He took very little stock in the glibly recited electric-power proposi- tion. Something much bigger—just how much bigger he couldn’t tell—lay behind it. There were great forces at work under some sort of camouflage. He realized that Mog- ridge was too important a man to bother with anything that was not of tremendous cope. He also suspected that the person represented by Eggleston and Dabney was quite as important as Mogridge— probably more so, e. et ’em wiggle,” don’t have to worry. Shortly after the departure of Mogridge and Vail, Jud inquired at the desk for mail and got a note that for a moment upset his calmness. It came so promptly. He had expected it, and yet it surprised him. After all there wasn’t any special reason why Mary Beverly should give him any of her time. It was mighty nice of her, and— gosh, how he did want to see her! Mary Beverly wrote: at least he s said to himself. “I I was lucky to be at home because our house is this time of year. Our ing renovated and the “Dear Jud: when you wrote, usually closed summer place is be THE SATURDAY work has been delayed on account of the slowness and scarcity of workmen. So we are staying in the town house. I'd like to have you come to see me, but my evenings and afternoons are all taken for a week ahead. “But I'll tell you what. Meet me Thurs- day morning at the main entrance of the Art Museum on Fifth Avenue. Take the bus that goes to One Hundred and Tenth Street and you'll know when you come to the Museum. I will plan to be there at ten o'clock. If this isn’t convenient let me know. Sincerely your friend, “MARY BEVERLY.” She didn’t give her telephone number and Jud wondered at her oversight, as it would be so much more convenient to com- municate with her that way. Well, he was going to keep the appointment, so there was no need of his letting her know. He was in a turmoil of anticipation. He hadn't realized he was going to feel this way, though the girl had been in his thoughts almost constantly all winter. She was a thousand miles from him socially and finan- cially. Yet she represented things that he instinctively cared about. She had stirred in him aspirations that had led him as yet nowhere at all except into a maze of doubts regarding himself and his future. His gy Ber with her had raised ques- tions, had disturbed that calm satisfac- tion with which he had viewed life in Ashaluna upon his return from the war. Hundreds of times through the winter and spring problems had risen in his mind for which no solution was apparent. He had found himself always saying: “I wish Mary was here. I'd like to talk that over with her. She's been places, She knows heaps. She’s a smart one.” Now he was going to be face to face with the girl and have an opportunity to ask some of those questions. He became panic- stricken. It occurred to him that he had no right to make her in any degree respon- sible for his decisions. He must make those decisions himself with the aid of such infor- mation as he could get from all sources, Mary could help him, but he must not hold her accountable. It would be a childish thing to do, and Jud abhorred childishness. He surveyed himself in his mirror and perceived that something was wrong with his appearance. Jud wasnofool. A day or two of association with men who knew how to dress had resulted in an increasingly uncomfortable feeling that he didn’t har- monize. This realization led him instantly to think of Mary—first because she would very likely be ashamed of him. Common sense told him that he was a more pre- sentable figure at home in the rough habili- ments of his daily work than he was here in New York dressed up in the store clothes that had been his before his enlistment and had now been dug out of retirement to grace his visit to the metropolis, Plainly he needed new clothes—but, darn it, what kind? Clothes cost money, so his purchases must be selected with care or he’d buy the wrong things, and—he didn’t know how. The thought of showing up at the Metro- politan Museum in his present costume gave him deep concern. He just couldn’t do it. Those yaller shoes in themselves were enough to make him a common laughing- stock. And yet if he went to a store and cast himself on the mercy of some salesman he feared for the result. He thought he’d better call off his appointment with Mary after all. In spite of the warm color effect of his shoes his feet were distinctly chilly. His cogitations were disturbed by the ring- ing of his room telephone. “Hello! Yes, this is Mr. Dunlap. All right, send him up.” “Him” was Austin Parsons Duley, an- other one of those who had visited Jud to dicker for the purchase of Ashaluna sluice and the Dunlap farm. Jud liked Duley quite as well as any of the others, in fact a little better; but Duley had made no more headway than his rivals. “Well now,” said Jud, ‘‘I’m glad to see you, Duley.” In fact the young man did look good to Jud, because in him he saw a possibility. “I suppose you're ready to talk business oo that property of yours,” said Duley briskly. “No, I ain’t,” said Jud. should do me a favor though.’ “With pleasure, Mr. Dunlap.” Duley grinned and showed a set of even white teeth. His eyes were gray and clear, his skin wholesomely tinted. He was a plump young man, with what he often “T want you EVENING POST humorously termed sorrel hair. He exuded an atmosphere of prosperity largely on ac- count of his clothes. He wore a brown suit in a quiet pattern, yet of modish cut. His shirt possessed thin brown stripes on a white ground. His tie was in a differing but well-blended shade of brown. From his pocket peeped a fine linen handkerchief with a brown border Duley wore tan shoes, low cut, which exposed ankles clad in brown silk hose. He affected no jewelry. When he removed his hat he revealed the fact that his hair was parted low on the left side and brushed back very smoothly, giving him a sleek and recently bathed appearance. His well ‘selected apparel, coupled with a friendly manner and a ready smile, gave him an advantage in personality which Jud Dun- lap was quick to appreci: “T’ll tell you,”’ he said, ‘I’m too muc h of arube. These clothes I’m wearin’ would have looked all right on my grandpop, but they must make folks think kind of small of me. You’rea right goo l-appearin’ roo ter, Duley. You've got a kind of an air about you. I ain’t sayin’ that the duds you'd pick out for yourself would do for me, but you got ideas. Where do you get your c lothe s?” “T’ll take you round to my tailor if you like,” ventured Duley, only too glad to confer any benefit that would make a fa- vorable impression on the woodsman, “Tailors is too high priced, and besides they take too long. Ain’t there some store you and I could go to and I could git me a suit and a shirt or two and such things with you to help me pick 'em out? I’m scared to go by myself and leave it to a clerk.” Thus by the end of that day Judson Dun- Jap laid aside forever the knobby-toed shoes, the suit with the eye-intriguing stripe, the violently chromatic shirt and the vitreous-surfaced collar. In place of these things he wore a modest but sufficiently stylish outfit of which the chief virtue was that it would never cause a passer-by to turn and smile. “There, Duley, that’s a real favor,” said Jud. ‘“‘Now I guess we can talk business. Who's your boss?” “T am. I don’t represent anyone but myself. ig ‘Know ae about churns?” “No; why “IT got a churn,” said Dunlap. “‘Let’slookatit,’’ replied Duley promptly. CBe th « -o 9” Is it any good? pom HATEVER may have been the ex- pectations or misgivings of Miss Mary Beverly concerning her appointment with Jud Dunlap, she certainly had no reason to complain of his appearance. Austin Par sons Duley had done an excellent job. As a matter of fact, the big fellow looked bet- ter than she would have said it was possible for him to look. He came swiftly up the broad museum steps to meet her with a confident stride, his face spread in a broad grin of happiness. ‘Jud!” cried the girl. ful to see you here “I dunno, Considerable different from the place we shook hands in last, I cal’- late.” “‘What are you doing in New York?” “Don’t know exactly. Lookin’ for art just now. Know where there’s some good art we can look at? Somethin’ as good as what I see in the Loover?”’ “How's the painting, Jud?” “Not well at all, Mary. In fact, I should say it was in a bad way. If I wasn’t a pig- headed mule I'd prob’ly give up the idea and forget it. But I stand to make a little money off’n my churn or somethin’ and I didn’t know but I could spend some of it indulgin’ my foolish notion that I could learn to paint.” Mary hoped fervently that the country- man had not come to New York on account of anything she had said during her winter trip to Ashaluna. She was too well aware of the disappointments in store even for those of demonstrated talent to wish to see the untried and presumably heavy-fingered Dunlap waste his money and effort in the futile pursuit of a muse whose favors were sought in vain by so many. She liked Jud, but she liked him as a master of woodcraft, a manufacturer of churns, a rough diamond in a crude setting. She questioned if his persistent friendship here in New York would not become a weariness, not to say a positive nuisance. When she had received the note announc- ing his presence in town it had startled her. The lapse of months had served to dispel ‘Isn't it wonder- 137 the glamour which a couple days of acci dental association with Dunlap had created, and as the vividness of her experience in Ashaluna became less acute the big woods- man was thought of more infrequently. Still the girl was too honest not to recog- nize a distinct debt of gratitude to Jud The man had made an extraordinary effort on her behalf and utterly refused any reward commensurate with the service per- formed. There was now therefore an in eradicable conviction that some day he would claim something. He must realize that she was under an obligation, even though it were only to continue a friend ship which social difference might render at times bothersome or quite embarrassing. Now he had bobbed up over the horizon in a fashion thoroughly unexpected. Mary Beverly's inclination was a divided one. It would be a simple matter to ignore his note, for she felt that Jud was too sensitive to be impervious toa deliberate snub, But Mary was not sufficiently ungenerous to snub him. Furthermore, she had a teasing desire to see the man again. She wondered how he would conduct himself in an atmosphere 0 foreign to his nature or experience. She wondered if he would be a regular stage yokel — ridiculous, grotesque, a creature of unrestrained wonderments and crude com- ment on men and things. The element of risk was not to be thoughtlessly disregarded Mary Beverly didn’t want to be made the laughingstock of her acquaintances. Jud's inopportune appearance at her home might readily cause her a deal of chagrin, and this she determined to avoid. On the other hand Mary Beverly was keen enough to discern in Jud an unusual and original spirit. He was too promising to be thrown lightly aside until his possibil ities had been given a chance of develop- ment. Once upon a time she had told him that he was a feather in her cap. He might turn out to be a discovery. Novelties are all too rare in the lives of those who seek them, and much of Mary Beverly's time had been spent in the pursuit of the exotic and bizarre. There was certainly nothing bizarre in Jud’s appearance when he met her that morning at the Metropolitan Museum. His garments were in perfectly good taste with- out being at all obtrusive. Mary would not have been altogether surprised to find the man wearing a plaid Mackinaw or corduroy trousers tucked into top boots. She sus- pected that his independence of others’ opinions might well lead him to some ex- treme. She had even formed a tentative plan of managing him in such a case. But the unobjectionable blue serge, felt hat, black shoes and quietly patterned haber- dashery dispelled any misgivings. “You're looking awfully well,” guiding him through the portal “That's good. I'd hoped you'd think so. I didn't want to make you ashamed o’ me, Mary. If they'’s anything wrong about this rig you be a good feller and say what it is so | can fix it. 1 wasn't aimin’ to put on no dog, but I'd hate to have folks turn and grin at me. Home if anyone done that I'd pretty soon show ‘em where they got off, but | wouldn't think it was just the thing to clutter up this museum with casualties for no such reason. My sakes, but this is she said, a right handsome buildin’, Mary! I sup- pose it’s chuck full o’ she doovers from cellar to garret. You go right ahead and round and show mé what you steer me think I'd ought to see. Two hours later Mary Beverly was sur- prised to hear her companion announce that he guessed he'd seen full enough for one day. At that he hadn’t seen such a tré mendous amount. But Jud Dunlap took everything seriously. Hardly had he been in the museum ten minutes when he fell into a contemplative silence. Mary Bev erly at first attempted some superficial explanations as they passed from room to room, but she soon found silence the better part. “Don’t think,” said Jud, “I ain't payin attention to what you say. I be. But I can’t seem to find anything to say back I’m afraid you'll have to excuse me, be cause I feel too darn small when I keep on sayin’, ‘Yes, it’s grand.’ ‘Hain't that bee yutiful!’ What's the use of tryin’ what can’t be said? I simply ain't fit to express any opinion of such things. I gue you understand.” Mary Beverly thought she appreciated the beautiful, and numbered friends many who were competent to « cuss learnedly matters of to say among her urt aor lt ter Continued on Page 141

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& SS (Continued from Page 137) She now acknowledged that never before had she contemplated the essence of en- joyment. Jud was not critical, because he was ignorant. But the man’s ignorance was not dull or crass. He would stand for min- ute after minute before some picture whose subtleties he could not analyze, gazing at it with the awe of one who observes a thing holy and mysterious. Then uncommenting he would pass on. The soft and reverent silences of those endless chambers of beauty seemed to af- fect him as the dim shadows of a cathedral affect the devotee. It dawned upon Mary Beverly that so might one stand in a forest aisle upon a summer afternoon and ponder concerning the inscrutabilities of Nature. And then she knew that this man was hav- ing his great moments—moments that would never come to him again. In him was being wrought the chemistry of a soul emerging out of childhood. She remem- bered that day in the churn shop when she had sketched Jud’s portrait and wondered what he had ever done with the picture. Had he thrown it away as something of little worth, a clever trick, an illusion of exaggerated technic? Or had he perhaps kept it as a reminder, with a little of in- spiration and a great deal of truth in its hastily laid-in brush strokes? She meant to ask him. Something told her that this morning’s experience was a fitting sequel to the snowy day when the big woodsman had unburdened his mind concerning the mean- ing of ambition. “*T guess we better be gettin’ outside for a while,”’ said Jud. ‘You hadn't ought to feed a young child too much rich food.” They descended the stairs, passed through the colonnaded vestibule and emerged into the sunshine. “We better eat, I suppose,” the man suggested. ‘“‘Hungry, Mary?” Mary Beverly had a luncheon engage- ment, so she proposed that they walk as far as the Plaza. The warmth of early sum- mer was mellow in the gentle breezes steal- ing out of the green stretches of park to the westward “This is nice,”” commented Jud. ‘‘ Kind of tame, but turrible pretty.” Still he said nothing about his impres- sions of the museum. The two hours spent there had sufficed for but a few of the rooms “You'll want to see more soon,” ventured Mary Beverly. “Sure! But not till I’ve had time to think over what I've seen to-day. Look here, Mary, your feelin’s ain’t hurt, I hope, be- cause I don’t rave about all you’ve showed me this mornin’.” “Why, Jud, how foolish of you! Of course not!” “‘Shows you're real sensible. I felt’s if anythin’ I said would be sort of sloppin’ over. II tell you, Mary, I never had the same sensations before, cept when I see the Loover, and then the buddies I went with was kind of joshin’ and skylarkin’. It took all the seriousness out of it. With you, I had an idea you knowed how I felt.” ‘Heaven help me,”’ thought Mary Bev- erly, “I’m in for it! I’m a kindred soul! Affinity to a cinnamon bear!” To Jud she said, “‘I suppose it’s natural if one has the artistic temperament.” ‘ts that what you call it? Strikes me as right comical. Why, look at my hands, will you? Bigger’n all outdoors and hard as gutta-perchy. Imagine that paintin’ a sun- set! I guess churn builder’s temper’ment’d be nearer.” ‘You haven't told me anything about your churn, Jud. I suppose that is what brought you to New York.” “It’s what’s goin’ to keep me here if I cal'late to stay any length of time. Well, I got a feller interested in it. Don’t know how much money he’s got or what kind of a deal we can make. He’s a right pleasant young New Yorker; name’s Duley.” “Not Austin Parsons Duley?” “That's him. Do you know him?” “Why, I know—I know of him. I’ve heard my—I'’ve heard people speak of him.” “‘Did you ever hear anyone say he was smart?” “Yes, I think so. But he’s not consid- ered one of the big men. He's young and I guess he is quite all right. His position socially is unquestioned.” ‘“*T’m glad o' that. I wouldn’t want to do business with anybody that might use the wrong fork.” Mary Beverly knew Jud was making fun of her and glanced up sidewise to catch a THE SATURDAY glint of watchful amusement in the blue eyes. It came over her that she wasn’t at the moment in the wilds of Ashaluna and there was no necessity of allowing the woodsman’s presumption to go unchecked. “Knowing which is the right fork isn’t an unmixed disadvantage, Mr. Dunlap!” “Oh, sho! ‘Course it ain’t,” agreed Jud serenely. ‘‘I wouldn’t wonder if it was a pretty sure way to git ahead in New York. Just this minute I'd be pleased to have the use of any fork, so I could find somethin’ to use it for. I wisht you could go somewheres and eat with me.” Mary Beverly wondered how deeply her remark had sunk home. Jud was too cool a hand to permit her to see just how it af- fected him inside. ‘“*Some other day,” she said easily. “T’ll be careful about the forks,”” Dunlap assured her. At this Mary sensed a feeling of defeat. She couldn’t explain it, but this clumsy fel- low always had her at a disadvantage. It was the same on Fifth Avenue as in the for- est. If she were to find herself with him at the opera she suspected her knowledge of the score, her social experience, her care- fully developed savoir would still serve as no more than a flimsy bulwark against the almost ruthless directness of Judson Dun- lap. It was sheer personality. He dom- inated because he was made by his Creator to dominate. Certain Wall Street men could have told Mary Beverly that they felt the same odd masterful atmosphere in the man. Figures of the importance of Jacob Mogridge, for instance, were not accustomed to being received and dismissed with that good- humored informal curtness. It was their prerogative to be curt, not the other fel- low’s. Eggleston remarked to his partner that he hadn’t a doubt old L. J. would end up by seeking Dunlap. ‘*What else can he do? He'd better, too, if he knows which side his bread’s buttered on—and he hasn’t much time to lose. Young Duley’s getting into the game now. I don’t like that fellow much. You never ean tell. A small chap can wriggle through a hole a big man is likely to ignore.” Dabney and Eggleston had been trying for twenty-four hours to get the ear of L. J. L. J. was tied up in a series of important conferences—something having to do with the refinancing of certain European Powers. The two partners were at their wits’ end, feeling that if the Ashaluna deal fell through they would ultimately be blamed. Meanwhile having passed that illuminat- ing morning at the Metropolitan and havy- ing said good-by to Mary Beverly until such time as she might find it convenient to accompany him on another excursion into the realms of art, Judson Dunlap dined lonesomely upon the ruddy-hued corned beef of New York. ‘“*‘Seems’s if I'd give a whole lot for some real home-pickled corned beef,”” he com- plained to himself. ‘‘This salt-petered stuff hain’t got hardly the right taste to it.” He left the palace of nickel and tiling and sought his hotel. Duley was coming there at two-thirty to talk things over and Jud looked forward to the meeting with con- siderable pleasure. He liked Duley better each time he saw him, for the simple reason that Duley wasn’t always trying to crowd him. Jud did not propose to be hurried, and su spec ted the eayerne of those who would close the Ashaluna deal offhand re- flec ted a desire to obtain the property for a low price Jud was not grasping, but he intended to take his own time. As he had said many times, the Ashaluna wasn’t go- ing to move. Austin Parsons Duley showed up promptly, took off his coat and hung it on a hook on the inside of Jud’s bathroom door and sat down on the edge of the bed. ‘Pretty warm to-day,”” he observed, lighting a cigarette “How'd you get along this forenoon? Find the chap you were going to meet all right? “Sure! Had a grand time. Tell you *bout it sometime. Did you see that feller you was after?” “Sure! He'll be round and five if you can manage to be He’s interested.” “How much do you cal’late he'll give for the patents?” “Oh, you can make your own bargain with him! He has plenty of money--one of these big mail-order fellows. If he buys the thing he'll have a Dunlap churn in between four here, every farmhouse in the United States inside of two or three years. EVENING POST “That’s what I want. ! see my own mother a-slavin’ with an ol’-fashion’ churn year after year till | was big enough to help her, and believe me, butter makin’ ain't no easy job, even with the best 0’ conveniences. "Tain’t as bad as it was years ago—and with this churn o’ mine it really ain’t work at all. I wouldn’t wonder if city folks would buy this thing, made in small sizes. The high cost o’ butter’ll drive ’em to it. When you can take a little ordinary milk and make enough butter for & family in a few minutes, who's goin’ to pay seventy-five cents a pound to a store, hey?” “Don’t ask me,” smiled Duley. “I don’t know anything about making butter. Any- thing mechanical gives me the willies. A man who could invent a contrivance like that is away out of my class, Dunlap. By the way, how do you like your clothes?” “Fine, Duley, jest fine! Nobody give me the giggle to-day, you bet! See here, I be’n wastin’ a lot of your time and I s’pose you have to git a livin’ same as other folks.” “Do I look as if I subsisted on dreams? Hardly!” Duley’s face was round with good living. If he had been an artist’s model painters of those jovial monks of medieval days would have found him greatly to their liking “If this feller buys the churn I'd ought to do the right thing by you,” said Jud “IT suppose I might have charged a com- mission for introducing you to that clothier too,”” suggested the New Yorker. “"Twouldn’t be no more’n fair. How- ever, I don’t cal’late to see you lose money on my account. But I have to move slow. Now suppose you and me talk over this sluice proposition a little. Lain't fool enough to think you're any less crazy about it than them other fellers. Let's sort of git to the bottom of the thing so we'll be workin’ with a clean slate.”’ “That's the way to talk, Dunlap. I’ve been waiting for you to suggest it. At the start, then, what do you believe it is we are all after? I mean, the different people who have come trying to buy your property?” Dunlap pondered a moment or two be- fore re ply ing. **Well,”” he said, “‘I may be wrong, but it’s a bigger thing than anybody’s let or They're all so anxious—that is, them others. You don’t seem to act the way they do. That there Mogridge is a whale of a man in his business, and sharper’n a razor, but pretty smooth. I don’t like him much. Anyhow, I be’n doin’ some figurin’, and common sense tells me you got to back up a sight of water to git any kind of a head at Ashaluna sluice. I’m no engineer, but nobody except an engineer knows that whole basin as I know it, Duley. A dam at the sluice that will hold a head of water to make a power proposition wort h considerin’ has got to be high enough to back-flood miles and miles of country. And that’s some dam. Whoever develops the Asha- luna as a water power is goin’ to spend four- five million dollars easy.” Duley laughed “* drop in the buc ket, my friend. You've guessed only a part of the truth. The plan in mind is to flood the entire Asha luna basin.” ‘You don't say! Well, to think of it, why not? Only th: require dams at Sullivan's Gap, Tid tiver and Saddlerville outlet.” “Exactly! The working all through the basin for month It means the building of four tremendou dams, of which that at Ashaluna Lice would be the most important; in fact, the key to the whole system. Now do you get an idea of the almost incredible scope of the scheme? Let me tell you a few of the fea tures of the project ye First, of course, there ’s the water power With a lake sixty-five miles long ar some places forty-five miles wide, hun¢ of feet deep In spots, you would have a practically unlimited water supply. To-day the countle streams that flow into the basin from the hills and mountains form a few small lakes and finally find their way to the ocean by the four different exit livan’s, Tiddividdy, Saddlerville and Asha luna. ‘To-morrow all this water, held back, will give you at least two hundred thousand horse power at Ashaluna, which happens to be the low point and the logical location for your plant “The existence of such a lake means the development of numerous summer resort huge hotels, hunting camps, whole village of cottages. It means half a dozen steam boat companie It means a tremendou when you come t would dividd vid } i engines have heer at Sul “basin 141 appreciation of real-estate values in at least twenty towns that are now back country hamlets. It means the springing up of new industries—manufacturing of many kinds. It means a new stimulus to agriculture. It means millions of dollars in additional business for some of the rail- roads. of this state.” “By golly!” interrupted Jud. ‘‘ Don’t tell me any more. A feller can’t take it all in at once. Beats anything I ever dreamt of.” “Of course it does.” “But say, Duley, the basin’s full of folks What're you goin’ to do?) Drownd ‘em all out?” ‘You think the basin’s full of people, but as a matter of fact it isn’t. It is mostly forest land that has been cut over again and again until the timber is of negligible value There are some farms, but they are few and far between. Already agents are going quietly about buying up property in the In the end the legislature will be asked to condemn the whole area, so that the development company will be able to buy in every unacquired square foot of ground at a fair price. No one will lose a but you can see what a mint must be spent by the promoters.” “Who's this development company you mentioned?” “That remains The history of the proposition isn’t altogether clear That is, 1 don’t exactly know who thought of it first. Probably old L. J.” oT. J da * Jordan “That's right, I'd ought to of guessed. Lafayette Jordan.” “The biggest man in Wall Street, Dun- lap, and don’t you forget it.” “Is he, though? I heard he was some pumpkins. He's got a camp in back o' Moosehorn Mountain— place called Cari bou Lodge. Always havin’ parties in there I never see him, but once L run acrost x “Ran across whom?” “Oh, nobody much! Seen some o’ Jor penny, to be seen wanderin’ round through the dudes, I dan’s party wood He entertained mo tly cal'lated “Wonderful man!” went on Duley “*Mogridge, of Intercontinental Pulp and Paper, would like to strengthen his hold on the Ashaluna, but Jordan's much the abler and more farsighted of the two.’ “It'll take someone with a turrible lot of to do all you say. Didn't realize anyone had that much.” “Don’t worry! To assist in such a de velopment the banks would come forward with unlimited capital, provided the right people were behind it It remains to be een whether | J. or Mogridge comes out on top Fach has hi be vu money d surveys made. Both to buy up land in the basi Hach has acquired the rights or an Mogvidge controls Gap, Jordan holds Tiddividdy have already optior Sullivan’ River.” “Who's got Saddlerville?”’ Austin Parsons Duley grinned cheerfully. | have,”’ he said ‘I might have guessed. What else have you got? Millions in cash, bankers behind on one outiet ou and all that Duley hook his head “Dunlap, hardly more than a shoe string.”’ uu ain’t got much chance em big roosters, I shouldn't think ‘Is that so? You watch me! They're already worrying.” But how in tunket did you ever Duley held up a hand Wait!” he said, and went to hi where he obtained a package of between you and me I've against coat, ciyarette lighted one and resumed his seat on the bed Dunlap,” he said, “I’m an adventurer in the jungles of big busines My peopl had co | rable money at one time my grandfather wa iccounted a wealthy man. The Dule here in New York are all right, but they’ve been a money-spending family in the last generation or two instead of a money-making one eo whe ny | old father went to |} reward he didn't leave a great deal, and even that was d lewd into rather small portior because | | t a mother and two sister “T went through college and started to be a busine mat I got a J bank and from there went t exchange nouse a i clert | i swing the house a good de f} because of nm wial conne were glad to have me there alary But I got une chap Cul iiwa ! ‘ Continued on Page 144

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST (Continued from Page 141 business with his friends that they’re pat- ronizing him for just that reason. I hated the idea that anyone would buy a block of stock from my employers just because I was Marston Duley’s son, so I quit “I’m sort of a thrifty bird, Dunlap, though you might not think so. I don’t run up and down Broadway scattering money to the sparrows. I try to dress in good taste and associate with people of some consequence and keep my gelf-respect. So I've got a few thousand dollars tucked away in Liberty Bonds and savings banks May 22,1920 could organize a company and raise capital for his factory. “Now, Dunlap, you know a born gam- bler is often governed by what we call hunches.’ “Yes, I’ve heard about ’em. I lent a nigger in one o’ them coon regiments ten dollars to shoot crap with, ‘cause he said he had a hunch—I ain’t never seen the ten since - Duley paused in his rather lengthy re- cital and stared at the woodsman. “You mean—you were in the service? In France?” money I got from my dad and a little I’ve “Sure I was! Was you?” added to it Sut inside I’m a wild-eyed Duley seized Judson’s hand and shook it gambler. In college they used to pull off fervently. : some pretty stiff poker parties, but I never “What division?” he demanded. saw the time I kicked when they removed ““Ninety-seventh—Company B, 910th the limit. The bigger the stakes the more Regiment Infantry. What was yours?” fun there is in the game “Eighty-eighth Division, 505th Regi- “Well, when I quit the brokerage busi- ment Engineers. I was a corporal. What ness I thought to myself I'd take a little were you?” off. I wanted to think things over a bit “Sergeant, b’gosh! Say, I thought all by myself. So it occurred to me that you New York swells had commissions.” had a distant relative way up country, “Not I, Sergeant Dunlap. I tried for a connection of my mother’s that I hadn't Plattsburg and got thrown down. They seen for years. His name is Saddler and were pretty choosy for that first camp he’ the biggest citizen of Saddlervi le.” I could have got into the second, but I “Gosh! I know old Jasper Saddler. wouldn't wait. I enlisted and beat ’em to Keeps. the store and runs the post office. it. Saw a good deal of service and had a lot Deafer’n a haddick!” of fun. I wouldn’t have missed it if I’d had “That's the man. Well, he’s a fine old to lose a couple of legs to pay for it. Still chap anyhow. I packed up a bag of rough it was awful, buddy—you've got to admit clothes and some fishing tackle and blew it was hell!” into Saddlerville one morning in spring Just “You're gol-darn tootin’, it was awful! after the ice had left the lake I got a week Say, le’s not talk business no mote to-day. of wonderful fishing and my brain was I'm all upsot. Me and you'd ought to rested and working like a charm. Soltold celebrate some way Le’s go paint the myself 1 was ready to come back to town town, old-timer!” ind plunge into things on my own, without “But what about that chap that’s com- | | g dependent on my friends for favors. ing here to buy your churn?” } ‘Then Cousin Jasper got me intoa corner “Telephone him we're ¢: illed away on hone 369 day t ir in the city of Lu the last night I was there ar d told me he important busine s and he can’t see us till ded advice It seemed he'd been ap to-morrow. Shucks, I ain’t in no mood to il (in 349 days 26 of them consecu proached by a chap who wished to get dicker! I want some kind of action. Le’s control of Saddlerville outlet—in order, he go see a movie, then eat a big steak and id, to build a small woodworking plant be take in a show this evenin’.” Ing h 1LViK with the cc lors of root-surtaces ¢ verywhe re. there Cousin Ja per has some influence ‘Sergeant, you've said the contents of the sun beat down with its bleaching rays, play 9” ind this fellow wanted him to round up the a library. Where's the telephone book? Visit Los Angeles today and you will find that the property holders and give him an option on ldings protected by Sta-so’d roofing have not faded the land on both sides of the river so he tO BE CONTINUED at all: that every Sta-so'd roof 1s still distinguished by a ee PRAYER=By Robert Quillen Travel over the United States and you will find BELIEVEin prayer. I have never prayed Years ago there lived west of town a dour for anything I was unwilling to get out old man who had a harelip. He was very and sweat for, and I have learned that sensitive about it, and those who talked club-houses, commercial and farm buildings. And prayer and sweat accomplish all things. with him were careful not to let their eyes | Prayer may be words gathered into a sen- rest upon it tence, or it may be a yearning that cannot A new preacher came to the community colorful as ever. be expressed in words. No matter. The one summer to conduct a revival, and after : ; : . P petition is not judged by its grammar orthe the regular service one morning asked the For Sta-so'd roofing can never fade. | volume of sound that accompanies it congregation to remain for a testimony : a : When Bill Sayers was saved from drown- meeting. The older and less timid members Because it is highly fire-resistant, Sta-so’d roofing } ing in Howard's mill pond he frankly attrib- of the church responded promptly when uted his salvation to prayer, and yet he called upon, but the preacher knew few of ai didn’t know how to pray. Bill was crossing them by name and the service dragged. price, Sta-so'd rooting costs far less than tile or so | the pond on a foot log several feet above At length the preacher turned to the dour i-so'd roofing on over 350,000 homes, churches, find every one of these roofs as bright and takes a low rate of insurance. Because it 1s moderate the water and fell in at the deepest point. old man and said, ‘‘ Brother, won't you tell He couldn’t swim and he had never prayed. us what the Lord has done for you?” Pefore he came up the first time it occurred The old man stood up slowly, pointed to to him that prayer was his only chance, but his imperfect lip and said, ‘‘ Well, sir, he be the genuine, le- proof, fire-t Ing ‘ ron when he reacl } slate; no more than the best wood shingles. Without the Sta-so label, slate irfaced roofing m: hed the surface he couldn't mighty near ruined me.” think of anything to sa The second trip When I was a young man I once tried to to the surface found him yet dumb, but the pray in public. I had been warned by the third time up desperation gave him elo preacher that he might call on me, and had quence and he blew the iter out of his memorized some high-sounding phrases. lungs and shouted: “Hurrah for God!” When he asked me to pray I began in a fine Prayer is not a thing to occasion shame, round tone of voice as resonant and profes It is simply a communion with the God in | sional as I could make it and did very well whom all rational men profess to believe fora beginner, and then my natural timidity If it is efficacious common sense would took me by the throat and my voice broke uggest that one employ it frequently, nor to a boyish treble. The prayer did not wait until all other efforts have failed and reach a proper ending. It just petered out me to it as a last resort. and quit If it reached so much as the All good things that have come to me suburbs of heaven I am sure it caused have come in answer to prayer and hard smiles there, work, mixed half and half. The misfortunes What I have written has symptoms of a ind aff lictions that have fallen to my lot sermon, but there i a prevalent fallacy that have had their source within my own per- one can’t think of these things and be a 4 on, and invariably [have been able to trace regular he-man and that it is necessary to them to my own stupidity and meanness. | slip up on a man’s blind side before intimat- I have littl itience with men who give ing that he may have a sou', and I wished CANNOT FADE . | . for all their themsel ve successes to put over the assertion that prayer should ind blame God for their failure I have be a commonplace of existence and as een many good and wonderful things that casual as a conversation with some friend I could not attribute to man; I have never on the street. a vile or wrong or cruel thing I could We didn’t become a great nation by tribute to man’s Creator being ashamed of our religion RPEsisTs

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST A Strange Business Partner An Oklahoma ¢ ity cal Worker llad Dollars and a Heat Befric Phen to But tl Where His $8 Went ‘ he Mast i ! t { il electri Fortune What The Monkey kight { nd a Monkey Grip Discovered ‘As these tiny i rolls came one alter another, on the ta side I would have thought no m« But when I had about finished Dox hed out his foot and before I could p him had kneaded all the little 1 into a ball. I supposed I was in for ar other time taking this off his foot B the cement had so hardened that non of it stuck “All thi working on the to my shoulder cement | I pl then I my ot it rea st ré ut time my friend had | puncture Doc climbed and I sat kneading the vetween my finger The vul was working improperly Can't h heat to even dry the cement!’ d the repairmar I sat up witha tart! The cement between my finger had grown dry and | from the ‘working’ it had received—and fire had been used Why,’ I this condition, would not the rapidly tire actually patel it part of the een canizer get enoug explode lable no reasoned, ‘with cement in heat from a vuk tul moving inize a 1 and make n Messenger Boy Impatient ithstand the r Monke tainer o 1 ! tI! nere Man } Did How Pat M story of how Moco has de me et hi Wa It want prod Aust ri the RE PA . “The Worlds Best Ti y Used in Experim } ued ch roti essenger Boy Disappears ( the rubber upon it vule mit ty} ible roiling t a piece ot cement tick without said the work t I picked uy ) the with this,’ I and spre ome ol Patch it anizing enger ‘I've waited more’! out of a job. Patch | t but they it min nts for several verturned at the e th iny failure ced with the se But portant mixture e ba thie nto 1 the it with the cret the ceme1 Wi n t wheel paraye with col net Vuicanizing by the side 1-50th the Was Named product the Mar ul Monkey Grip Tu ‘ Ll her ind that's the ‘ re ired in the old the fi | caniz er experin 1 that tye i ing patel er ap] ent could not have en The Moco Monke to find t ct have | alia, Norwa i ‘ can eon 1 throus 1 wor ssenger | Moco

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eS oa Now, with his h: in front of him, Mr. Blade summ: whole Here he was, with 800 acres of mar-vel-ous oil land, and a double supply of machinery for getting the oil out—pipes, drills, cable derricks, palms up, irized the is held out, proposition, tools, bull wheels, sucker rods, walking beams, rope soc kets, engines, even the nitroglyc- erin to drep into the holes when the wells were about to be shot. Everything in readiness, in ad ing of hi lition to and tos iy noth- s own uncanny practical oil knowl- edge. And there they were—with 300 acres odd of mar-vel-ous oil land, squat- ting on his pipe-line rht of way. So this is what he proposed: They would organize a corporation in Delaware, making a just apportionment of the stocks and control of the organization, and he would permit them. to elect their own officers to take care of the home offices and money end—he was very explicit and reas- suring about tl and finally he would thereupon go fort! with the adequate finan backing raised by the sale of shares in Heliotrope City and vicinity, and $100,000 he had for } to the been Obadiah s tract of in- which he would now ng fund of joint and the new corp ration go forth, u short, to manage the practical drilling for oil under the ipervision ‘All aboveboard!”’ said Mr. Blade, spreading his fingers and twisting his hands at the wrists had nothing equal at leas willing to pay valuable oil land, but sink into the operat tracts to show that he up his sleeves but his cuffs. He picked up the £100,006 check, which he had consid- ered futile to pre upon Mr ind Mr. Obadiah after | nitial revelation of it, and which was n An to be his contribution to the operating d of the new corpora- tion. “As a practi inal oilman,” he said, smiling at Mr Obadiah, “and a good loser, I car congratulate you on the keen business sense you showed in refusing this check, though I n making the itest buy in the history of the oil industry. ‘But maybe it’s best, because,’’ went on Mr. Blade, “if I’ bought you out I'd been robbing Mansions to pay Rockefeller. I admit it. As a practical oilman I know what it co to il ' thousands thousands for the best land and I lying it, on the oil rig I got waiting down there to get out the vil, and I'd ‘a’ spent all I had left hy ing ceonnaaeh And when we need at lea x 000 to start proper operat Id’ id to go back to Texas Payee ae it. fied pn borrow And how much loose money do you think kicking round down there? Not : up ful I No, ma’am, not h. Ey loose cent’ tied well Then who's the only ive fr ed he com . ry the best ¢ land , the great bugs I. D. R tha who we'd ‘a’ bee isked ( ve got through bor- ? I ith only our earned by hard ind mebhe less Blade hastily, ac of a lady; ‘“‘and vO about this fancy York Wall Street manipulating and squee ng,en? Where'd we’a’ been? ‘That’s why we got to stick toge ther,” Mr. Blade said; nd I tell you we're going not knowl Ne W money to beat them, that slick office crowd up there in their fine Wall Street offices, con- trolling all the ready money lying round. I want you to go out in this here town,” continued Mr. Blade vigorously, “‘and dig up all the practi il business men and bank men you know and I want you to organ the Independent Peedecken and Refining Company right from here yourselves, and handle it in your own way; and I want you to have my credentials and references ing men what you aboveboard, examined by your bank trust—ev t open and for that’s my name—open and aboveboard, yes, sir ree! So here, Mrs. Mansions and you, too, Mr. ior is my hand on success and fortune!” concluded Mr. Blade in a whirlwind of vehement good will toward Mrs. and Mr. Ol Mansions, and a handclasp which was a handclasp. Whereupon he stowed away the check for $100,000 which had been made out for adiah Zl LON G7 ” HAS NO TURNING Continued from Page 25 WORM THAIT Obadiah down there in the great oil state of Texas, but which Mr. Blade had not thought worth while to offer the second time; which indeed he could hardly have been said to have offered in the first in stance; which, you might say, he had merely shown, not offered. Iv R. EZRA TIDEWATER, stroking his polished chin with his lean predatory hand, hemmed shrewdly at the tale the stranger had to tell—at first. Gradually as Mr. Blade’s enthusiasm and golden oratory rolled over him in more compelling sweeps the hemming became more frequent and the chin polishing uninterrupted. In the presence of Obadiah; Mr. Blade himself; Micca & Slaterby; Bob Smilax, who held more mortgages than any other man in Heliotrope City; Jethro Crumb, the druggist; and Calvin Plammsey, the ga- rage owner—Mr. Tidewater was at last induced to send a query to Texas. This was al oy letter to a man of whom even Heliotrope City had heard in its day, be- fore the 2 nt of Mr. Blade; a man loved ind known-in the state of Texas, and on Wall Street as well, for integrity, loyalty and progressivencss. The moment Mr. Blade had mentioned this man as his friend Heliotrope City knew that Mr. Blade must be even a much better chap than he ad mitted he was; and went on to beg them to wire the famous man and find for themselves Just what -_ of up- when he g citizen they regarded J. Merton Blade to be down there in the roi-blended man’ state of Texas, Heliotrope City knew in advance what the answer must he It was not disappointed next morning when the answer came: Ezra ‘I WATER, Heliotrope Cit J lert Blade nest t "i } \ Worke e. Hoe © last « ( t t ind a igget 1 | ( rac ijd tchapt tie to. t was unmistakably a telegram in the of the great man. Obadiah and all rope City knew that Ezra Tidew I ater ld-blooded sort of human financial Was a ¢ h ordinarily. But now even he seemed to tingle at the thought of being associated with such a crackajack of a ap to tie to as J. Merton Blade. However, Tide vater, lean, chin-stroking and cunning eyed, had certain simple methods of his which he would not mendation of maneuvered own of siz Ang up men, have forgone on the recom the British Amba sador. He for a se of the renowned $100,000 check to Obadiah, and, noting the bank upon which Mr. Blade had drawn it, wit d to anyone he wired there. The Merton Blade’s bank 02.84, It convinced Mr. Tide howed it, not eachable out a wor answer was that J. was $103,7 That ended it. water and all to whom he only of Mr. Blade’ ity but also of the Duppeltag and Obadiah tract Little did Heliotrope City who verac- of oil on the Texas, suspect that he great mar indorsed Mr, Blade’s big Americanism was at that mo ment | unim} presence t 30 heartily investigating oil concessions the Magdalena River, in ¢ America, and that a certain en waiting for the query on Mr, Blade, had upor himself the libe rty of indorsing that gentleman in the euphemistic st his absent employer. Neither could Helio trope City suspect that the balance of Mr. Blade repre } r fund dozen or olombia, S taken bank ba} * of some whatever might be ractica experience it tne ly met Mr. Blade's de pract eal financier tleme iotropian Biil about in as many among whom \ lle r, were scattered commonwealth of these yreat United States, offering, at fir to pay— but never doing so ums up to $100,000 for proy erty which carefully appointed natiy in selected rural sections had recently ir herited in the states of homa, which everyone knows are not reall; tates at all, but vast oceans of o pri Riad cue with a thin dre ng of ey only thing deceased about Bill Eller, let be said at this point, was |} Heliotropiar Continued on Page 150 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Who wants this Stropper with the Diagonal ~ ) fashioned ra ‘ Det than th barbel i i Py STROPPER = mak: iny kind of safety blade anavet t tropping easy. It iu of over | {? 1] has strop th regular razors and all ich new blad kinds pe ufety blades with the have been mal raze diagonal stroke, from h tO tor trop t \ - this isn the right way to trop, as every best It 1 tantially. but good barber and and | ruarantecs elf-shaver knows. N NF against any def It trop rctly the ah ~P: Y any t \ pa vine every fil 4 I h rh mrad t and the p rfect onal stroke—every pla | time! » | ther. Kanner’s Slyd tit Stroke Stropper 1 the only | Lh ! Vy 1 ilready per with this correct principle of ile in most hardware, dru tropping. lepartment stores. Th \ll you do is to insert the razor Kc. blade—old-fashioned or safety Who w to try it for and give it a few strokes. 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upon ! hed incognito uburb of New Mexico, Mr. Blade had un- rating of every ul d be ide ired for him by water jotted down a figure de- number of shares that native rood for, at fifty dollars a share, or ten dollars a share, common ilsum, as Mr Blade expressed poor m our hour true financial tant of Heliotrope ¢ on the list prey anil end,” said Mr. field man And the first raise added to my $100,- enough to send me right out to spout!” s modesty Blade, though a emitted such gilt-edge short time et the not really my Blade. “I'm a $100,000 you'll OOO'TL be make the oil Despite } practi al field man, elling arguments that in a every Heliotropian would have been able to sell « other Hel hares ina orporation formed to make eiderdown out of cactus, provided, of course, that it was Texas cactus Since Obadiah had inherited those fateful 380 acres of Young County, Heliotrope City, in a manner of speaking, had adopted the state of Texas. To Helio- tropians heneceforth—that is, for about weeks henceforth—what Texas was iotropian s two Wiis good, Cheoverwheln ing inte rest others evinced in his affairs swept them far beyond any control of Obadiah’s. Even Mrs. Obadiah could hardly keep abreast of the tide of her own business. The contemplated honey- moon of Mr. Blade and $100,000 of local assets was viewed only with enthusiasm by well as by the rest of Heliotrope Was she not a landowner in that ? For once her combustible suspi- had been utterly laid to rest. satisfied with the financial soundness of any project or projector which atisfied Ezra Tidewater and fat Sam Micea, trailed along after the band wagon of his own fortune All Heliotrope City wis poy riding. Hle alone walked De spite an inheritance which threatened to lift him milli nobody whit had no his own included, her, as City. tate clousness Obadiah, maire ‘ la more Hle into the great respected him a vivid interes A worm he was and rhe Independent Producing and Refining formed in Mr, Tidewater’s Mr Blade delive red a peroration, He started Db quoting the figures of the Oil Division of the Fuel Ad ministration on the value of oil products for 1918. Over a billion and a half dollars think of that! Heliotrope City obviously couldn't. He establishing gigantic refineries in what he called ‘the prine’pal oil center of America,” And he tin wealth Aorm he would ever he. fompany was office in the bank wound up by named them, Now Mr. Blade ated the cities in which he intended to establish refineries for the Independent Producing ind Refining Company he could have had no glimmering of an idea what the effect of that list of mere names would have on Obadiah, No one could, Obadiah himself least of all “Yes, sir,” enunciated right fist boring forcibly into his left palm as though he were hunting for oil even there; “in less'n a year the refineries of the Indejfendent Producing ind matning Compan will be landmarks in Galveston, Pens Savannah, Tam- pico, Houston Worth, Dallas and New Orleans!’ It must be understood that Mr. Blade had a way of handling geography famil- iarly, which contracted the dim earth spaces measurably, Savannah, Galveston, Houston, New Orleans—they had always seemed land’s-end sort of points to Obadiah, but Mr, Blade made them intimate and homy. It was right here that, sitting open-mouthed directly under Mr. Blade's tures not grasp- when enumer Mr. Blade, his and noiselessly acola, Fort entrancing oratory and ge ing a tenth of what he trange thing happened to Obadiah Yearning entered the soul of Obadiah! he trouble with Oba that he ud never yearned; or never knew it if he id. As Mr. Blade at this preéminently paychological moment though why this hould have been the psychological mo- ment let explain as Mr, Blade at thi rattled off glibly all important oil centers in which he was going to ¢ tablish retinerte for the Inde pendent Producing and Refining Company wic happened to Obadial Ile wa ifftused with wistfulne uddenly those was saying--a liah was ‘ hologi { s moment those THE SATURDAY New Orleans, realities to far-off, semiaromatic name: savannah, Pensacola him; possfilities, rather; and something which he really had never had before, something which really most of us do not have, came to him—the meaning of wealth. It meant that one could get away and see things and live under a different angle of the old sun, and eatch sight of the old moon coming up behind a different set of branches and watch waters other than the noninspiring and tepid old Willow River. It wasn’t that Obadiah was weary of the usual; it was that for an instant he saw the desirability of at least one change of scen- ery in a man’s life before he is laid away in the familiar sleeping plot of his fathers. Neither was it that he contemplated even for a moment leaving Caroline. At this time it was still true that when Obadiah thought of himself he subconsciously thought first of Mrs. Obadiah, and then of himself. It was yet not in the power of his awakening imagination to conceive of visiting the old French quarter of New Orleans after nightfall, unaccompanied by Mrs. Mansions. But lost in a dream that was still little more than a pale overcasting of wistfulness he heard the rest of Mr. Blade's discourse, and the remarks of the others, merely in snatches, seeing before him the Gulf of Mexico like a bloated crescent, greenish brown, warm, soft the watery gateway to tropical wonders. Something was being done, and he concurred in it; concurred in it because Caroline concurred in it first. A draft of in- corporation was made; Grant Deming, the bank’s lawyer, talked; everybody but Obadiah talked. There was a lot about seven per cent cumulative voting pre ferred; capitalization at $750,000, of which $100,000 was shortly to depart for Texas with Mr. Blade to start operations; forty per cent of the issue to go to Obadiah that is, to Mrs. and Mr. Obadiah— which in some mysterious fashion was to insure him—her—of control, though the holder of the original Duppeltag tract, J. Merton Blade, was also to be allotted forty per cent; the remaining twenty per cent to be taken up by a little choice coterie, of which Mr. Tidewater and Mr. Micca were leaders. Then there was to another issue, ten dollars nonvoting common, which a great vague mass beyond the bank doors, designated as the pul:lic, was to take up with avidity. Such people as garrulous old Fitzwater Halleck; and Mrs. Leeds, who worked for Mrs. Tidewater's sister's sister-in-law; and Miss Felicia Brimley, who had a hard time navigating the tiny notion shop on Garfield Avenue just off Main Street; and Miss Estolda Speeney, the librarian; and old Ben Darwin, the best hedge trimmer in two counties—these all came under that great class which would take up, with above-mentioned avidity, that other issue, which was nonyoting but cost ten dollars a share All this time Obadiah was hopping from Houston to Pensacola, from Pensacola to New Orleans, from New Orleans to Savannah, from Savannah—and this was adventure and initiative in dreams for you—to Valparaiso! He thought of Valparaiso himself, ne all the intense longing which a_ thin dreamed of alone brings with itself. Like a vale of paradise it opened itself before his mind's eye; nothing like the burst of beauty which came to Whistler and Dauber; but sort of palely traced out along the lines of some poorly remembered picture in a geogr: iphy or Sund: Y suppleme nt or maga- zine or something. Valparaiso! ‘And, of course, the president will be Mr. Mansions,” said Mr. Blade, looking straight at him, Obadiah looked exactly what he felt startled and sheepish and half frightened. He had not the slightest inclination to be president of anything. He didn’t under- stand it. He preferred to go to Valparaiso; or to think of going there anyhow. He looked at Mrs. Obadiah appealingly. Her lips were as tightly shut as the future Ile made an ineffectual twist to free his neck from the clammy tyranny of a con- stricting collar. “P’r'aps —y'see—I became come still don” quite under- stand,” he ventured, looking hopefully at Mr. Blade. “P'’r'aps you'd better be pres'den’,”” said Obadiah. But for reasons of hi had neither desire nor inter ing that office or having his upon any of the printed matter now being prepared, or of doing autographing in an official capacity for the Independent own Mr tion of name Blade accept appear my EVENING POST Producing and Refining Company. Be fore he needed to answer Obadiah, how- he latter saw Mrs. Obadiah make an flourish, avoiding her eye he turned hastily in his bewilderment to Mr. Tidewater “Oh, Ezra,” he said, “‘mebbe you Ezra, mebbe you'd better be pres’den’?” Nonsense!”” snapped Caroline. She leaned forward and pointed a commanding finger at Obadiah. ‘‘Nonsense!”’ she re- peated. ‘“‘You’re president!’’ she ex- claimed contemptuously again, in a tone which seemed to say: “‘ President? Shucks, you worm, everybody’ll know who's the real president o’ this concern!” There was nothing more to be said about it. It was apparent with no eye at all that Mrs. Obadiah was determined to keep the office in the family. A short time after- ward the conference adjourned for the day and Mrs. and President Obadiah Mansions marched home, where Mrs. Obadiah gave to her spouse a varied and liberal amount of advice as to the proper manner of con- ducting himself in his official rdle. Obadiah heard it all with but The other was listening to the murmuring splash of the waters of Valparaiso Bay. ever, t ayyressive and eh— one ear. Vv s for Obadiah Mansions! Still dre: - ng of Hou Savannah New Orleans, Valparaiso anc 1 oth er colorful points; suffused for the first time in his life with feelings not ber Pee to Heliotrope City or utterly governed by marital in- hibitions; for the first time in his life tast- wistful ss of ye: irning, he was nevertheless goad led into conscientious office of president by the neglect of every- advance payments for stock in his company came pouring in faster than ever his excellent hose had uncoiled itself outward into the world, he affixed his signature to documents, papers and other documents than he was able to follow with the attention which the erious busine of name should alway re This deluge of corre forms and hourly bort tive sorts worried him, strain of finicky pre« — at the sale indorsement of things he did not But Obadiah was ter now than when AD, mad day ton, ing the —_— € attendance on his Mrs. Mansions, to thing else. While more igning one’s tive, ponden 2, ¢ ire ul ifs, literature of seduc- and a lifelong Ision wh LOE prope rly comprehend far less his ma Caroline in single foree had ruled over him. There seemed to stand on all sides of him multiples of Caroline, commanding him to do this or that and that or this. The result was that on the fifth day after the conference in Ez Tidewater’s office, and the day before the state of Delaware informed Heliotrope City and Mr. Blade that the Independent Producing and Re- fining Company had been duly incorpo- rated, Obadiah did the first of two things which he had never done before. And these two things, together with a letter and a telegram Mr. Blade received, were to have the most far-reaching effect upon his subsequent career, The first thing Obadiah did was the same ‘ond. He made a mistake in the well-ordered, humdrum, everyday routine of his own business. A ern like the Obadiah Mansions Rubber Hose and Tubing Company in a community like Heliotrope City was an anomaly, Oba- diah years ago had supplied all the garages, farmers and fire companies in a half dozen counties round about with his unexcelled and enduring varieties of hose, glutting the local hardware well with his product. For several years two automobile tire and rubber products companies had been trying to buy him out, but Obadiah was content to potter along on the smallest margin of profits, the meticulous workman- ship he lavished on his beloved hose insur- ing him of this, even when his orders ran, as sometimes they did, into several thou- and dollars. Practically his entire output now went to three out-of-town houses, in Baltimore, Philadelphia and New York. With Felix Grodin, in Philadelphia, and with Ephraim Neefe, in New York, Oba- the friendliest terms. With Wallace, Hines & Sons, of Baltimore, Oba- diah had no sentimental associations at all. They were hard, quick-driving commercial folk, forever trying out something new and laying down the law to the minutest peciiicatltor Obadiah had a own as the se stores as diah was on to him, carload of new-style powerful hose about to be shipped to Balti- more. It was a produc t manufactured to order Made in thi foot prlece jorning May 22,1920 with brass serew locks, it was staunch enough to fling a mighty column of water a hundred feet high across the Willow River, This order was Obadiah’s master- piece; he regarded it much as a father might regard a son who has won a high- school oratory prize or even as an artist a canvas which he knew to be immortal. Hectic’ conditions, indeed, were required to trap Obadiah into making a mistake in any transaction relating to this sectional boa constrictor, eight-ply, interwired, inter- woven, processed and impregnated, pat- ented six-inch hose. Yet such conditions were forthcoming. In making out tags and bills of shipment in the midst of his inter- minable signing of Independent Producing and Refining Company documents he pro- ceeded to consign the Wallace, Hines & Sons order of the great hose to Grodin, in Phila- delphia, and a smaller consignment, meant for Grodin, to Neefe, in New York. It was not only the mental confusion he was thrown into by the Independent Pro- ducing and Refining Company and his dreams of strange and far-off cities that was responsible for this, the first error of his life; it was Fate, pure and simple. Three days after he had misdone the above Wallace, Hines & Sons went into bank- ruptcy. Before Grodin and Neefe could demand what the meaning of the strange s} ipments oe had received might be Obadiah made his second fateful slip. Receiving an order from Neefe, who had received the shipment originally meant for Grodin, he tripled it and sent it on; and by some curious mental fluke he made out a check for the amount Neefe would owe him on this shipment and sent it to a New York firm from which he pur- chased materials, in payment of a bill ren- dered him several days earlier. The check was for about eight times the amount of his indebtedness. The strangest thing of all— though nothing could be stranger than what he himself had misdone—-was the fact that this last check went through on an oversight of a bookkeeper in the offices of Carg & Davenport, where Obadiah had sent it, and was not noticed until His mistake was made on the tenth day after the conference in the bank. On the day before this Mr. Blade received a letter from that secretary in the offices of the great man who had taken upon himself to send the telegram so heartily indorsing J. Merton Blade as the finest type of big American. The letter came by special de- livery, registered. It was written on the letterhead stationery of the Houston Cham- ber of Commerce, and every line of it was a compliment to that genius in the oil game, prince and crackajack of a chap to tie to, J. Merton Blade. Everybody from President Obadiah to Jethro Crumb the druggist got a chance to read it. Pity they had not the chance to read one other thing. J. Merton Blade had opened the letter in the post office in the presence of Ezra Tide- water, Sam Micca and Grant Deming. As he did so his fingers touched a soft, flimsy, folded paper. Under the eyes of the three Heliotropians Mr. Blade flicked this out of sight with a deftness equaled but not sur- passed by the three-shell man. Fifteen minutes after he received the letter Mr. Blade discovered that he had left a report of some sort in his room, managed to shi: ike his companions and hastened to Mr. Micca’s house, on Parkman Street, where he was being comfortably put up. Mr. Blade lost no time in sitting down before the table in his room, drawing forth pad and pencil and spreading the folded paper out in front of him. It was covered with a curious jumble of typewritten capitals, which induced in him tense activity of deciphering. The letters read—or didn’t: not yet second Vso O I'M WIHESN OSLDTDICN IMCAL OCN OLAEMDOT NTERL ULAI RWO! MN I IDSRA POOL INNOT ILI ROTMEOD ABG NUT IL RPSTO OFOW LGV LMN ULCTA SOAH GTOTFH WLSO HV ACT ODAPB LYS ONSEE SUOTE ID Y UAEBU IBA SEOK IH ESNE CEHM OKO HMO ENATEY DYBF RMCA LOR AHSI LOF R ITBI CR GOPR EQUI OTUSAMY EDUC BETT MNFO AERARN ULAN HRDYASN OTAL SA EETR TEEH C WLQ ERS LA UTIET FUHU SFT EXMHR WIH ILUEI CENP NWNY OR OR OFCE ETTB ITUH THI AYANW O ILIE OA OC GV PCS OENOCWT HNND YOSWL WRYU TNEL N YUINOETTA PEO YUTE RPRSLE NSIG IGOS GTB AIFS CTN OROS hOT ALIETN HSCES RPR ACTE AAD HYATO CY UHNO GTEUK RPOEW THI LWN rE) H OWK YUT AK EE UKEB CHRL Continued on Page 153) IEP TOEMI

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—= The Tension Test Get a Good Fan Belt and Keep it Good Proper and Improper Alignment To get a Gilmer is to get a good fan belt. Dealers recommend Gilmer because they know it contains no vulcanized compounds that will not resist these arch destroyers of the fan belt—heat, oil and moisture. Manufacturers’ tests have proven that—proven it so conclusively that today Gilmer is factory equipment on eight out of every ten cars built. You'll get good service from a Gilmer, under almost any conditions. But there are two common troubles—easily to be averted by the car owner— that will ruin any belt. A little care at the start always insures additional fan belt mileage.

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(Continued from Page 150) Mr. Blade counted the number of letters in the first two blocks—-WIHESN: 6; OSLDTDICN: 9. To the other separa- tions he paid no attention whatever. He multiplied the six by nine, and being good at figures Mr. Blade got 54 for the answer. Thereupon he separated the whole jumble into strings of 54, which took him in turn to the M of TM; to the V of LGV; tothe last U of UAEBU; to the R of CR; to the R of EETR; to the E of OFCE; to the I of TNEI; -. the N of ALIETN; and to the U of YI Fourteen letters were left over. Bas checked off the pied mess of pica caps into 54’s, he first separated each batch of 54 into two, giving him in each section two 27's, and then proceeded to transfer these sections, half by half, to the pad along with the tail-end 14 split into two 7's as well. The way ~ Blade transferred the letters to the pad had some interest. He took the first 27 of each section and strung them out in a line with generous spacing between each two letters. He then fitted the other half of 27 letters beneath the first half. The result was like this: WIHESNOSLDTDICNIETERLULAETM IMCALOCNOIAEMDOTN NPTOEMEVSOO Which, read up and down, states: J. W. Michaelsor Consolidated Mid-Continent Petrole um, leaves to-mo Continuing in the same fashion to the end Mr. Blade had finally not the least trouble in reading this specimen of what cryptog- raphers call the rail-fence cipher. In com- pleted decoding the letters informed him: J. W. Michaelson, Consolidated M 1-(ontinent Petroleum, leaves to to meet the 1 mar Lig industrial proposition on foot will give old man ; m as he gets out of the wild You have be Michae ( reat t hir Le ” in Carta sarra nila Phursda ma end out cable nich W juet i , clean up in twent Office expects to be in touch with him any day now, so will wire you at once giving vou to beat it fast. Get our toe Reports all fine. Sting the suckers proper. Watch th law and the ’ can t t Mu t yUUu vner yuu yet back here. Luck. Mr. Blade pondered the message. Over $100,000 worth of stocks had already been taken by Heliotrope City. Mr. Blade smiled and hummed to himself, “* Fly, birdie, fly!’’ The ‘old man’’ was emerging from the jungle of the Magdalena River, in Colom- bia. In the present avid state of Heliotrope City for everything remotely connected with oil the slightest mention of this in the press would immediately bring up the whole town with a start. ‘*But—but,”’ the whole town would stam- mer—‘‘ he was in Texas ten days ago. Why, he sent a telegram to Ezra Tidewater. Why, there must be some mistake,” Helio- trope City would say And then, when it found, and that speedily, that there wasn’t a mistake well, in a hackneyed phrase which Mr. Blade, reviewing the situation, used, “The lid would blow off hell!” When Mr. Blade reached Obadiah’s hop, which had been converted into the tem- porary headquarters of the Independent Producing and Refining Company, he found Mr. Tidewater, Micca & Slaterby and a sprinkling of lesser fry forgs ithered It was Mr. Ezra Tidewater, aided and abetted by Caroline Mansions, who broke the ground for the excuses he must build to get away within twenty-four hour ‘Mr. Blade hm!” said Mr. Tidewater, stroking his hairless chin, “‘we been look- ing over this letter here o’ yourn,”’ said he, fluttering the saccharine document which J, Merton Blade had received that morning. ‘And this, what with our other reports”’ this a self-flattering euphuism derived from accepting J. Merton Blade’s oratory at face value —‘‘ ‘bout conditions down there, we figger that you'd better be making tracks that-away, hm Ezra buzzed to his con clusion, his long: fingers strolling care ingly round his shiny knob of a chin ‘Mr. Blade,” said Mrs. Obadiah de- cisively, “‘we want to see our oil begin t’ spout,”’ she said, as though she would start the oil spouting at once if he didn't ‘Hm,” said Mr. Tidewater. “* We've got more’n $125,000 deposited in the bank to the credit o’ the company a’ready, an’ we ain't even started gettin’ the common stock out yet. Thet twenty per cent o’ the original issue’s "bout most all been took up a’ready, and it seems t’ me like there's enough on hand for the Indepen lent eg ducin’ an’ Refinin’ Comp’ny to get busy « { THE SATURDAY “T sh’d think so!" exclaimed Mrs. Obadiah. Mr. Blade looked thoughtful for a mo- ment, then he smiled an engaging smile at Mr. Tidewater. “Well, now, Mr. Tidewater, if you say so,” he said; “$125,000 here and the $100,000 o’ mine down in Texas— well, that gives us pretty nigh a quarter million to begin getting the oil out,’” mused Mr. Blade. “Not too much!” snapped Mrs. Man- sions, glaring intimid: itingly at Obadiah for some reason. Jot one cent too much to start right mark my words!” she insisted, to show she was no piker. Mr. Blade smiled a little sorrowfully. He had revised his earlier goal of $100,000. He ‘liotrope City seeme -d made of money. ‘I hate to leave you,” he said truthfully. Hustled along by Mrs. Mansions and Mr. Tidewater, Mr. Blade found himself in readiness to leave Heliotrope City even before a telegram came for him that eve- ning, which read: Big shipment of oil supplies coming up from South Deserted plant selling out. You must decide immediately if you want quick profit America. Expected any moment. The import of it was simple to all. They well knew, thanks to Mr. Blade, the cost of drilling for oil, the ruinous prices asked in Texas for anything and everything con- nected with bringing up the liquid gold. True enough, Mr. Blade had told them over and over again of the oil machinery and tools he had on hand, sufficient to begin drilling at least two wells. But, as Ezra Tidewater now pointed out with a ‘“‘Hm!” and stroking his chin, ‘‘ What's the use o’ wastin’ time drillin’ on'y two wells when we c’n get at the profits o’ five or six 0’ them at oncet?’ It was plainly Mr. Plade’s duty to go right down and grab off those bargains of the deserted company. When Ezra Tide- water, the canniest and most conservative business man inthe county, spoke that way, who was there in Heliotrope City or else- where to gainsay him? And then Mr. Tide- water himself clinched the whole business, in a way which proved conclusively how deeply he held the community’s interests at heart. Mr. Tidewater him self decided to accom- pany Mr. Blade to Texas and have a look at the tract All along he had suggested privately to several of those associated with the Inde- pendent Producing and Refining C ompany that, no matter how trustworthy a proposi- tion seemed, still speculation was specula- tion, no matter how you looked at it, and it should be examined at the source. Despite the fact that Heliotrope City was in the state of mind in which it would sooner have thought ill of its wives than of the Inde- pendent Producing and Refining Company, the town could not fail to appreciate Ezra's guardianship over its welfare, Mr. Blade seemed to welcome Mr. Tide- water’s company! ‘That’s first rate, Tidewater!"’ he said lapsing into unwonted familiarity with the bank president. “Great stuff! That'll put me more at ease too; leave me freer to go right at the pri actical oil-digging details, and you can sort o’ ease the financial mat- ters into proper form down there.” “Yes hm!" said Mr. Tidewater slowly. “ Seein’ as the bank’s the transfer agent and registrar o’ the comp’ny I think I ought t’ see what we're dealin’ in, hm!” vi HE next day Mr. Blade remained on the platform between the last two coaches of the tive-coach nine-four for Philadelphia, waving his fond farewell to Heliotrope City, and when the train swung round and crossed the Willow River a hundred feet from Obadiah’s hose factory he went to join Mr. Tidewater, who had no fondness for demonstrations, in the smoking car. Mr. Blade carefully tucked his ine valise and brief case on the baggage rack, stretched himself luxuriously, lighted an excellent cigar, which he had kept in reserve for just this moment, and ensconced himself in the seat beside Mr. Tidewater. For a space of perhaps five minutes they puffed silently; Mr. Blade on his excellent cigar; Mr. Tide- water on his atrocious six-center. Then looking quickly round him Mr. Blade sud- denly leaned close to Mr. Tidewater ‘Ezra,’ whispered Mr. Blade, “you're a small-town product, but I’m hog-tied and nailed to a hitching post if you aren't the best amateur actor I ever laid my eyes on and I’ve traveled with the best.” EVENING POST ‘Hm!" murmured Mr. Tidewater, and thereupon he laid his head back and sighed faintly, as though a great strain had been removed from him. His lean right hand then slowly began traveling up to his chin. Mr. Blade reached out quickly and caught it. “Don’t!” he said. “It gives me the willies. You're wearing your chin away You ought to use it in moderation; it's worth a million dollars to you, man! There never could’ve been anything as honest as you look when you're petting it!” “Hm!” said Mr. Tidewater, gently tug- ging his hand loose. “It was a mistake to have brung in that boost for you from the big fellow down there in Texas. I e’d ‘a’ swung the deal without him.” “And all that good coin still left back there—lying round loose, begging to come in out o’ the cold— just begging!’’ moaned Mr. Blade softly. “When I go back said Mr. Tidewater musingly, fondling his nethermost facial projection, “I’m goin’ t’ pick up twenty five thousan’ more of it to add to the thirty thousan’ comin’ t’ me right now out o’ what you got in your pocket.” ‘Twenty-five thousand more when you get back!” exclaimed Mr. Blade in wonder ment, dividing a sheaf of exalted bills *‘Say—are you kidding me or have I over- peeped something?” Mr. Tidewater’s hands tenderly escorted thirty crisp imperial bills into a worn pocketbook and bore it out of sight with a single, soft, rhythmic, caressing motion. A faint twinkle hovered in his eyes —the pin point reflection of some dryly humorous fire deep within the long, railly farmer-banker that he was. “Not overlooked anything,” said Mr. Tidewater. “‘Hm, you'd jes’ ‘a’ never thought of’t,” he said a little superiorly. “I’m goin’ t’ get it out o’ Obadiah!” *Mansions— that poorworm!”’ exclaimed Mr. Blade in amazement, wondering what it was all leading to; feeling that here from this hick banker he was learning something. “Yes—hm. I'm goin’ t’ have him ar- rested,” said Mr. Tidewater Mr. Blade nearly toppled into the aisle. “What!” ‘Bein’ president’ssomethin’,eh?” queried Mr. Tidewater with pride. “He ought t’ be made t’ pay fer ’t, hm. He’s pres'dent o’ the Independent Producin’ and Refinin’ Comp’ny, an’ he’s the respons’ble head o’ his comp’ny, ain't he? Well, as sech hm—he’s head o’ a fraud’lent concern, ain’t he?” asked Mr. Tidewater very slowly. “As sech he’s got t’ stand good fer his comp’ny or go t’ jail, ain’t he?” ‘But arresting him!" exclaimed Mr. Blade, “Or he'll make good,” said Mr. Tide- water. “ Hm—anyways he'll pay me par fer my shares his fraud’lent concern ‘Happy days!” breathed Mr. Blade in tensely. | ou got your nerve with you, ol 1- timer! “We got to work fast,”” said Mr. Tide water. CY don’ know but they e’n find out any minute now back home how you stand We got t’ work fast— hm. When,” said Mr hep “we get t’ Philade Iphia we'll ge a hotel; register all right an’ proper,” he pi ained, — ling his fast-working plar ‘‘an’ make reservations fer our train t morrer fer the South. We'll be stayin’ over fer some business—straight bank busine they know ‘bout back there — what I got t’ fix up. I'll intraduce you t’ a reg'lar stock brokin’ firm— Halstead, Mercer & Donohue, on Chestnut Street. Stock Exchang people—all right — big rep’tation.”’ “Sure — I know of 'em,” said Mr. Blade, listening intently toMr. Tidewater’sscheme “T’ll make you all right with 'em,” went on Mr. Tidewater; ‘‘an’ cover myself, hm Hm—managin’ field director o’ our new oil comp’ny; shares all took up; limited issue; all that,’”’ said Mr. Tidewater. “Go on,” said Mr. Blade, all attention “We stay a while, an’ come out; little later I'm havin’ Ned Roush, good lawyer, smart plunger, over to hotel the Strat ford, where we'll be att’ meet you. See him ‘lone first; you off on business of your own, an’ then I come back. Come back you're gone no bags or nothing in the room.” “Yes, yes,”’ said Mr. Blade eagerly. “When Rousch comes I'll be all worked up, hm. All excited.” “Say—maybe you won't!" said Mr, Blade enthusiastically. “I'd love to see you in the part!” I] won't know what to do, hm,”’ said Mr Tidewater, ‘He'll see right away the need 153 * keepin’ it quiet, if we don’ want t’ ruin all remain in’ prospects o’ the Independent Producin’ an’ Refinin’ Comp'ny.” ‘That'll sort o’ cover me too,” said Mr Blade, “though the coin I'm lugging is nothing more’n payment for my machinery down there for getting oi! out of the driest desert hole this side o’ Cairo, for which President M:z ansions has got a due and prope r rece ipt. ‘A bill o’ sales—hm,” Tidewater mildly. ‘It’s asellall right, ‘Late at night we'll go to the police, continued Mr, Tidewater. “Hm-—by then _ you oughter be far away “Far, far away,” agreed Mr dreamily **An’ ‘fore we go to the police,” added Mr. ‘Tidewater, for his last perfect touch, “T’ll telegraph to Marshall Jim Caulder and Sam Miceca to have Obadiah watched ev'ry minute, an’ thet I ’xpect somethin's wrong; thet Blade’s disappeared, and I b'lieve Obadiah’s right grave impl'cated By the time I get back home Obadiah'll be right glad t’ buy me out at par, and mebbe some others too, hm.” “Say,’’ asked Mr. Blade abruptly, “d’you think anybody else is hep?” ‘I think Sam Micca'sgot suspicions,” an- swered Mr. Tidewater indifferently; “but hm~— Sam an’ me's got a right good workin’ ‘greement, seein’ | c’n send him t’ prison most any time I want to, ‘count of a little will an’ receivership business.” ‘Friendly greetings!”’ exclaimed Mr. Blade, a little bewildered. “Some town you hail from, bo. They got nothing on you folks in the so-called centers of tinance and learning.”’ ‘Yes -hm,”’ murmured Mr, Tidewater, summing it all up, leaning back again and drawing stoically on his odoriferous weed; “T'll have my ticket and res’rvatiens bought fer Texas to show ‘em; an’ the rail clerk'll likely remember thet you was with me then an’ bought one too. Then I'll've made a dozen trips, bein’ more an’ more worried like, each time, to the hotel desk, askin’ ‘bout you after I find you've slipped off hm- askin’ each time wasn't there no messi age fer meno tel’p hone call or sech An’ what w ith « one detail an’ another taken care of, I'll be high, dry an’ clear.” corrected Mr ” chort led Mr. Blade, Blade Mr. Blade, also relaxing now and puffing his fragrant Havana, repeated: ‘‘Some town — some actor-— some hairspring in your ‘a! They got nothing on call the old gray dome, the old hom folks in what they centers of learning and finance!” vil I r NEVER rains but it pours. It seemed to Obadiah that he had never really had anything to do with life before the fateful day succeeding the departure of Mr, Blade and Ezra Tidewater, presumably for the petroliferous E! Dorado of the Independent Producing and Refining Company. Life just plainly came out from behind the bi vushes and whacked Obadiah over the head with a Liberty-engine drive Only the immensity of the blow softened the shock, d he was as good as unconscious while hi pockets were turned inside out, Mr. Tidewater’s telegram apprising Sam Micea.and Marshal Caulder of the flitting of J. Merton Blade and his suspicions that Obadiah had been in connivance with the eloquent genius in the oil game started omething which moved over Obadiah with the peed and effect of a eye lone Mr Micea rushed to Caulder’s house before that simple forthright being could follow his first joyous impul e to clap Obadiah Mansions into jail and sit guard over him with a double-barreled gun, Mr. Micca had a hint of Mr. Tidewater’s purpose even at long distance. The senior member of Micca & Slaterby was no mean practical psycholo gist. He therefore stationed Jim Caulder Tony Marsano’s fruit, and cardy emporium acros from the home office of the Independent Producing and Refining Company, t} instructions not to let Obadiah out ight should he step from. his shop. I: Obadiah might have called for a lawyer his own hop, with Caulder watchi acro the street, he would probabl let things drift himtohisdoom, Hedragg: Obadiah from his lair on Decatur Avenu ting him from Mrs. Obad preparing a bre tobacco, cobbling the street cleverly separ: who was bu Obadiah was to have no “Ob'’diah!"’ said Mr. Micea in the urrounded | drift f the lite phernalia bre ht be Continued on Page 0G

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Continued from Page 153 geniu in the oil game. Micca accusingly, ’somethin’s wrong Aer slade’ intoned M1 ured, ar of Mr ‘Ob'diah,” ‘Blade’ vith this sdi appe whole prop’s Obadiah's insides med isly to freeze ar “T—I knew it!” he gasped, accountable reasor And right there Mr vain did Obadiah plead that vanted to be presic he company or inything; how he had wanted to—only wanted to—to go to Valparaiso. In his panic, created by th ld back om- nously in Sam Micca’s manner, he blurted out that all he had wanted to do, all he now wanted to do, was to go to Valparaiso! Well, I ask you be fair to Mr. Micca for 1 minute. When the president of a concern iddenly discovered to be fraudulent to the extent of more than $100,000 of perfectly valid currency confesses outright that his ne desire was and is to get to Valparaiso, at is the 4 Valpar-eye-zo!" bellowed Mr. Micca at the cowering worm before him, ‘“ Valpar- eye-zo!”’ he shouted still louder, He gripped Obadi: “| s arm and swung hi m round to the windo **Look there see ee the street in the doorway of Tony's, Marshal Jim Caulder was stuffing a corncob and explaining to a pop-eyed gathering just what he was doing there, and just what Ezra Tidewater had telegraphed. ‘Move—just move outta here, I dare ye!" roared Mr, Micca ‘You’ rea watched man, Mansion the law's after you!” He stalked out of the front door, giving what seemed to be some mystic and terrible signal to Marshal Caulder, who replied, as Obadiah clearly saw, in a still more mystic and terrible way and, leaving behind him a little frightened face peering through the window, took Main Street on high, never pulling up until he reached the post office — a feverish group gathered about Mr. Slaterby and Bob Smilax, lette rwise, spell- ing out a paragraph in the financial sectian of a New York evening paper of the day be- fore. The paragraph was all about the return of the famous old man, who had so heartily recommended J. Merton Blade to Heliotrope City, from a three weeks’ trip in the wilds of Colombia, S. Into this inflammable gr rammed his way, bearing the ‘Tidewater’s telegram and a burly tran- cript of his experience with Obadiah, just undergone. In sixty minutes it was all over Heliotrope City that Sam Micca had come into the Obadiah Mansions household in the gray dawn just as the two inhabitants thereof were packing their bags to skip to Valparaiso The evidence of a deep laid plot to turn the pockets of Heliotrope City inside out and waste that cash in riotous dissipation in the land of theshimmy, the tango and the sauce was complete. Heliotrope City was mad with lost illusions and self-importance. Looking out of his windows, panic swoop- ing round in his suddenly capacious insides like a hungry eagle pecking for food and liberty at the same time, Obadiah felt like what he was—the sacrificial chief attraction to make a Heliotropian reckoning day. At noon Ezra Tidewater telegraphe d that he would be in Heliotrope City at six no sign of Blade yet uncovered. Mansions get away till I awful tenor of his message. whites of his imuitane- for some un- Micca had him, In he had never ore ing he inference Micca up Mr. spark of Mr. honest o'clo« k; ‘Don’t let come!” was the ‘Don't fire till you see the eyes !"’ Obadiah read in every Heliotropian countenance that glared into his shop through the long, long afternoon. He felt bleached to his toe tips. But Mrs, Obadiah allied forth. to say, for the urene Heliotropian combination of Ca Carrie Nation failed her. She simply at first didn’t know what it was all about; and when she did she was too flabbergasted well, not too flabbergasted for word that he could never be; but decidedly too tunned for effective thought or action, She returned with the seven-seven mail, and lit into Obadiah, When eight-thirty and with the cuckoo’s single death-watch chime appeared Mr. Tidewater, flanked like the Grand Doge of Venice by Sam Micca and a lot of minor doges , to bear the local Jesse James to the trial chamber, Mrs. Obadiah made no iltempt to go along and see what would happen to her husband. Through a bitter afternoon the successive stages of self-pity, outraged hope and the process of auto- hypnotism with which the devotee of the vult of I-told-you-so is enabled to meet all Truth of this sandra and once cocks came, THE SATURDAY contingencies had left Mrs. Obadiah a sour woman. That Valparaiso business on Oba- diah’s part had done for her. The town was full of it, and when she confronted her spouse with the one luckless dream of his life as an act of marital treachery and he began to stammer some sort of incoherent explanation, she accepted it—mighty glad to, in fact—as the clincher of his guilt. Not that really Mrs. Obadiah believed her spouse to have been in collusion with the eloquent J. Merton Blade; not that for an instant! It was simply that Caroline perceived a great quantity of dark and dis- mal blame falling, falling, and she was get- ting out from under, until the falling was done with. She had little enough idea, for all her gift of prophecy, of what Obadiah was being led to by the great mogul of Heliotrope City. If she had perhaps she would not have snapped after him as he was being borne off! ‘*‘ Mind ye youstraighten this mess out ye got yourself into— Valp’raiso—szszsip!”’ she snorted. ‘‘Don’t ye come back here till you got this settled, I tell ye, Ob’diah Mansions—and you too, Ezra Tidewater, and all the rest o’ ye, ‘long with fat Sam Micca there!” The bitterness of Klondike gone glim- mering right in front of her long-pointed nose seethed in her words. All along she had been the one person of whom hore Tidewater stood in fear, and now she had eliminated herself. The hangman’s procession trudged up Main Street to the bank. It was the cruelest ordeal man could have devised for the cowering little figure in its midst. He shrank from the accusing faces of his fellow townsmen and was glad when he was ¢on- ducted into the grand inquisitorial chamber of Heliotrope City, that commonplace office room of Ezra Tidewater’s, in which he had beheld with due inattention the creation of the Independent Producing and Refining Company and was made president as he awoke from a dream of Valparaiso Bay. Mr. Tidewater told the tale of the defec- tion of Mr. J. Merton Blade. The way Mr. Tidewater told of it—the straightforward, sorrowful simplicity of that telling— would have made any heart ache for the betrayed old man, Nw honest man could have be- lieved otherwise than that Mr. Tidewater was entitled to a bonus over and above the redemption at par of the fraudulent stocks of the Independent Producing and Refining Company which he had been tricked into buying. Obadiah alone of all in that solemn chamber understood less than half of what Mr. Tidewater was saying. There was some- thing in the atmosphere of that room whena conclave of notable Heliotropians was under way which bewitched Obadiah. Again, and for the second time in his life, and for the second time in that room, a strange thing happened to Obadiah the worm. Yearning reéntered his soul—only much stronger than before. He was suffused with wistfulness, A painfully keen longing to be off and alone somewhere— anywhere, so long as it was elsewhere— possessed him until his dream love of loves crowded out his general craving to be just somewhere else, and his yearning centered, as upon a creed of faith, upon Valparaiso, Valparaiso Bay. He came to with a start, and now he was ‘fully awakened out of the bemuddled state in which he had half listened to Mr. Tide- water's Iliad of betrayal. Mr. Tidewater was talking about Valparaiso himself! Val-preezo—hm. Thet’s where he was plannin’ t’ go t’ join thet other swindler, Blade,” Mr. Tidewater was saying with om- inous severity. “‘Hm, Val-preezo—mebbe we'll ketch thet fellow Blade there,”’ con- tinued Mr. Tidewater; and the thought that J. Merton Blade might be heading for \ alpar: tiso Bay almost spoiled the picture fc r Obadiah. “We got you, though, Obadiah Man- sions!"’ shouted Mr. Tidewater, so abruptly raising his voice that Obadiah was not the only one to start violently. ‘‘You—hm!” shrilled Mr. Tidewater, pointing a con- de mning anne r at the worm in front of him. You'll see Val-preezo—hm. Aye, you'll see it, Obadiah Mansions, soon enough in jail.” Obadiah sat there helpless under the dev- astating threat. Tell of his queer dream of southern cities? It is true he had just been dreaming of them again with greater co- gency than in his first dreams. But how expect a man who has spent his life in making rubber hose and crawling under the stings and arrows of matrimony to tell of a half-formed start of a dream of freedom or EVENING POST explain the auroralike beginnings of intan- gible wistfulness and inarticulate yearning? So Obadiah sat there helpless, and just wished on that he were in Valparaiso or any place other than Heliotrope City, with all the wishing power in him. There was no hope for him, felt it. What did they want, and why didn’t they hurry up and say or do it? He remembered, by a curious, oblique bit of visioning, the faces of his townspeople along Main Street, and he felt he would rather die than confront them again. Was there no way out? Yes, Mr. Tidewater had a way. Mr. Tidewater now began to explain the one way Obadiah could keep out of jail. He began to read from a little notebook. Immediately Obadiah recognized some- thing familiar in what Mr. Tidewater was reading. It was an account of all his cash and convertible possessions. They totaled $54,327.81 besides his factory; $15,800.62 in the re ns Union Bank of Heliotrope City; $14,527.19 in the Produce Exchange Bank of ‘As hhurst mortgages and real property appraised at $24,000. Ezra had it right, Obadiah uncon- sciously said to himself, Ezra was wonder- ful at figures. When Mr. Tidewater had told Mr. Blade that he would get his shares of the Inde- pendent Producing and Refining Company redeemed at par he had been overshooting his own intentions, for the very human de- sire of eliciting a li ittle more applause from a fellow artist. He had estimated to a pe nny what Obadiah could be dragooned into paying. He had invested $20,000 in the oil corporation, received it back before Mr. Blade left Heliotrope City with the $110,000, and collected his profit of $30,000 in the train; consequently he had no inten- tion of slaughtering the goose who in this day of prices as they are was capable of laying a fresh egg. Neither had he any in- tention of driving Obadiah clean out of panic into desperation. He wanted no more than Obadiah possessed. If Obadiah could not pay three-thirds on the dollar, he would be content with two-thirds. “Hm, the stock issuej, hm,’ continued Mr. Tidew: iter, “up t’ I however; he date, by this fraud’- lent corp’rati: mn of which Obadiah Mansions here is pres ‘dent, } shares of seven per cent cum'lative “pre ferred votin’ stock, rep’sentin’ $126,300, hm.” Obadiah trembled under the weight of that august sum as it rolled from Mr. Tide- water's lips. “One hunderd an’ ten thousan’ dollars was taken off by the crim’nal 'sociate of the pres’dent, a Mr. Blade, as he called his- self, who Obadiah here intraduced t’ us fer the first time, when he was gettin’ ready t’ org’nize his fraud’lent corp’ration.”’ 3 hs irrowing repetition of “‘fraud’lent corp’ration”’ was striking at the pit of Oba- diah’s stomach. It was like the leitmotif of an opera called Jail. “Thet leaves $16,300 of the money in- vested in this fraud’lent concern still un- teched. Hm, that is” ere Mr. Tidewater glowered at Obadiah, reading things in his soul Obadiah had never known were there ‘‘of what was inve ed in this community. Where else this swir nal er callin’ hisself Mr. Blade may’ve op’rated we can’t tell yet or mebbe Mr. Mansions ec’n tell us?” asked Mr. Tidewater with a ificant turn which did make Obadiah tremble. He was almost at the point now of be- lieving that he had spent most of his life running up and down the country swin- dling bank presidents and simple-minded folk like Sam Micca out of their savings; in fact, he could hardly see any way at all of keeping out of jail, and was beginning to doubt whether, even if a way should be un- covered through the charity and mercy of Mr. Tidewater, he ought, in duty to the community at large, to take it. “No? You won't tell us—yet?” shouted Mr. Tidewater down at him suddenly, and Obadiah ju: nped in his chair; guiltily of course. “Hm, I'll continyeh,” said Mr. Tidewater, again taking up the figuring at which he was so wonderful. “This $16,300 what they didn’t get a chance t’ carry off, plus the $54,327 of the pres’dent of this fraud’lent comp’ny, makes $70,627, which can be put to redeemin’ sign the shares which this fri sud’ lent corp’ré ation sold to the un- suspectin’ citizens o’ Heliotrope City,” announced Mr. Tidewater coolly, looking down at Obadiah to permit this proposal of the confiscation of his wealth to sink into that miscreant’s inner consciousness Obadiah, however, was impervious to suggestions from without. He vaguely felt that he was called upon to do something, May 22,1920 and so he soberly nodded. Whereupon a slight touch of cheeriness—just the shade of cheeriness—crept into Mr. Tidewater’s tones; a bit of jazz you might say. “Now,” aided Mr. Tidewater, as though the rest were easy, ‘“‘we haven’t said any- thing yet about Mr. Mansions’ fact’ry.”’ Obadiah started. His factory! “You ec’n see—hm—right well,” Mr. Tidewater pursued genially, “thet thepres’- dent o’ this fraud’lent oil corp'ration ain't able t’ pay any dollar on a dollar originally invested in his comp’ny. Hm, we ec’d send him to jail; but I ree’mend what consid’ra- tion we c’n work up t’ give him, because we've known him a long time, an’ far’s I know’’—Mr. Tidewater paused, eyed Oba- diah speculatively and seemed to wait for other opinions on the matter—‘“‘far’s I know he’s never tried anything dishonest in this community ‘fore. Thirty-three an’ a third cents’ loss on every dollar we put into his fraud’lent corp’ration ain’t easy fer none of ust’ stand; but I rec’mend thet we permit him t’ meet his obl’gations t’ this commun’ty by payin’ back two-thirds o’ each dollar he took from us. Two-thirds return o’ what we sunk into this dishonest spec’lation, if ye can even talk of’t as a spec’ lation, is $84,200.” “Make him pay it all!” Micea. Obadiah shrank together under the attack of that crushing voice. He looked up at Mr. Tidewater with pathetic appeal. Mr. Tide- water allowed his long, lean fingers to wan- der up to his chin, round which they curled like a quintet of adder snakes round mushroom. “Tree’mend—hm—mercy,” repeated Mr. Tidewater severely, massaging his chin and waiting to see if there were any others who disagreed with him. ‘‘Hm,” he continued; “with his capital, as I jes’ pointed out, t’gether with what’s left o’ the money put in this concern bein’ on’y $70,627, there’s a deficit on the two-thirds o’ the money sunk into this concern o’ $13,573. Thet’s what he’s got to raise t’ bring it up to $84,200 hm, and give us back 6624 cents on each dollar we put in, hm. Now,” said Mr. Tidewater, proving himself again the public- spirited citizen that he was, “I'll see to’t he raises thet on his fact’ry. This bank’ll loan him the sum on thet security, at the proper rate o’ int’rest; an’—hm—thet’s all!’”” concluded Mr. Tidewater rather precipitously. For a second he stood there glowering down on the worm before him, and the worm, muddled and befuddled, hesitated a fraction of that second, and nodded. It was noteworthy that through all his speech, in all his calculations of Obadiah’s resources and what he could raise to pay back to honest Heliotropians what he had swindled them out of with his fraud’lent corp’ration, no mention was made by Mr. Tidewater or suggested by any other in the room of that purloined money itself as one of the possible assets of the president of the Independent Producing and Refining Com- pany. Mentally numbed, Obadiah felt that he ought to thank Mr. Tidewater for having given him the one chance to save himself from jail. It was marvelous really how justly Ezra had worked it out. He was in a state where he would have signed his death warrant gratefully had it been handed to him with the least of kind words. He was beyond thinking even of Caroline now. It was his first attempt at thinking solely for himself, and it was calamitous. He signed everything, checks covering his ready cash; made over his mortgages and deeds, the whole company trooping through the darkened bank to the single safety-box chamber, where he worked the combination with trembling, clumsy fingers, the mind behind them for the time non- existent, and brought out his papers. He signed everything away, without thought of Caroline, who so often had popped into his thoughts at crucial moments; signed away his very house, and took a mortgage on his factory, a burdened man henceforth, who had been a free man before the great dark shadow of jail rested on him. Solemnly the prominent Heliotropians there in power assembled handed over their certificates of seven per cent cumula- tive voting preferred stock in the Independ- ent Producing and Refining Company. He got it all: Blade’s forty per cent of stock, his own forty per cent, and now this twenty per cent, which Heliotrope City had been so anxious to snatch up; along with the machinery which the eloquent Mr. Blade had claimed waited on the great (Continued on Page 159) shouted Mr.

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—— a SS THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Pennsylvania 7.4 OM ORs 685) 3 “TON TESTED’ Exceedingly tough, pure, and highly resilient stock. Remarkable strength, elasticity, and wear-resistance. Per- fect conformity tocontour of acasing. These are the exceptional features that make the “Ton Tested ”’ Tube prefer- able for high quality casings such as Vacuum Cup Cord and Fabric Tires. It will not tear beyond the immediate location of a cut. Prolonged heating up and cooling down do not affect it. Especially withstands long-continued wear and friction in the casing. Carried indefinitely as a ‘‘spare,’’ it will not check, crack, or weaken at the folds. A Pennsylvania highest quality prod- uct, costing practically no more than ordinary tubes. Makers of Vacuum Cup Cord and Fabric Tires PENNSYLVANIA RUBBER COMPANY, Jeannette, Pa. Direct Factory Branches and Service Agencies Throughout the United States and Canada Export Dept., Woolworth Bldg., New York City ay Bay fd is lle ee BE oe” Gn 4 a » aah BS ualesbisy and og HE tube that was unharmed after lifting a touring car and scaffold weighing 2990 pounds; that came back a year later and lifted a load ‘increased to 3755 pounds, and that expanded to 60 inches in circumference, twelve times the expansion required under ordinary driv- ing conditions.

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Continued from Page 156 Duppeltag-Eller tract in readiness for get- ting the marvelous oil out—pipes, drills, rotary rigs, bull wheels, sucker rods and everything, even the nitroglycerin to drop into the holes when the wells were about to be shot. He got it all, and there never was a thing a man wanted less. “Hm, you own the hull comp’ny now, Obadiah,” said Mr. Tidewater, his hawk’s claw of a hand curving round his chin. “Ye've got the whole show now!” bel- lowed Mr. Micca, with the implication of ‘Il hope ye'’re satisfied!” Obadiah was. He hadn't seen earlier in the evening how he was going to keep out of jail, until Mr. Tidewater kindly fixed it. ““May—may I go?” he asked timidly. Mr. Tidewater frowned. You could see that he hadn’t made up his mind quite whether he ought to permit Obadiah to roam at large ‘*Hm,” he said finally, and nodded. Obadiah could have made an obeisance to him if he had not been so dizzy. He got out of the bank somehow, leaving them to apportion his savings at 6625 cents on the Independent Producing and Refining Com- pany’s dollar He crawled off down Main Street, a pathetic litthe worm who in some fashion had once gathered together more than half a hundred thousand dollars of honest earn- ings, and for which he had never got the least gesture of respect from others who re- garded themselves any number of thousand times his superiors. He crawled down Main Street to his shop, the temporary home office of the Independent Producing and Refining Company, and all the time, in a rhythmic throbbing, there ran through his dazed mind a weird Wa! purgis Night bubble- and-trouble chanty, as though all the witches of Brocken were dane ing and duet- ting inside his cranium, while out of the nebulous darkness ahead, rising right out of the dim cleft where the Willow River dragged its sluggish course, a still terrifying object formed itself, bigger and bigger the county jail. He still wasn’t rid of its threat Or and on went the haggard witch’s in- cantation in his weary brain ‘Jail penniles ! Jail penniless! Jail Valparaiso, Valparaiso, Valparaiso!”’ Why Valparaiso? someone please tell; but Valparaiso it was that repeated itself like the fire song of a specter on a Scotch hillside or some place. Valparaiso—one place he would never see; and all the time that growing thing ahead there was He stopped stock-still. It was as though an icy cataract had descended upon him. Caroline! The worst was yet to come! She was there waiting for him, like Xanthippe at the Styx. In some way or other he stumbled into speech, as intelli- gible to one who didn’t know him as a Burmese dissertation on the mystic divisi- bility of Buddha. But Mrs. Obadiah un- derstood Not at once eventually. She gave a shriek, and the next moment Obadiah found himself in the flailing clutch of her gaunt hands ‘*What— what— what!” she screamed. She battled with a kind of spiritual tetanus in her lust to unlock her jaws. The unusual restraint on her powers of speech broke, and the torrential English which eat over Obadiah now was, to use a homely Heliotrope City phrase, a caution. Like the art of Eva Tanguay, it wasn’t what she aid but how she said it~ unreproducible. Like a lightning calculator imbued with the emotions of Nazimova, Mrs. Obadiah gave an instantaneous summary of all her marital tribulations with Obadiah from inception to date. As he cowered, shivered and attempted to draw inside of himself, she told him how she had made him what he was to-day— that is to say, what he had been yesterday; how all her life she had slaved for his good; how she had been prudent to guard him from the alluring nares of easy money which had beset his reckless rubber-hovse-making career at every tep; how she had distrusted that razory Blade from the moment he entered her house; how she had warned and warned Obadiah, miserable, self-seeking worm that he was; how she cried and cried and cried out some more against the transparent wiles of that guy: ! how by the very way he had cheated poor old man Duppeltag down there in that robbers’ grove of a Texas she might have known he would skin the eyeteeth of Heliotrope City, where there wasn’t a male who had enough sense to know whether the Willow River ran up or down; how There was this to be said of Caroline—she had more perfect explanatory hows at her command at any time than Ezra Tidewater could dig up. And that brings us —rather it brought Mrs. Obadiah, bearing the miser- able cringing worm before her along on a freshet of abuse— to Mr. Tidewater himself ‘Don’t tell me that skinny thief, Ezra Tidewater, was ever took in by anybody!” she screamed, unhampered by consistency in alighting on a great instinctive truth “Or that fat thief, Sam Micea!”’ She clutched Obadiah afresh. “You you go back, you~ you mis’ble worm back there right off and get back every cent they stole from you, Obadiah Mansions—d’ye hear me? -or don’t you ever come in here again!” With this she pounded Obadiah violently against the door leading to his own porch As Obadiah’s little back struck the portal of his home something snapped inside him, something immense and repressing Two little hands convulsively balled into fists pushed desperately out straight ahead and struck off Mrs. Obadiah’s gaunt grip- pers. Two little hands suddenly began to shoot out right and left to all sides, touch- ing and clutching convulsively at the accumulated bric-a-brac of the Obadiah Mansions’ marital era, and as cbruptly as the bursting of a shrapnel shell the noto riously well-ordered Obadiah parlor became a devastating whirlwind of mid-Victorian junk. For one speechless second Mrs. Obadiah's eyes, opened to the cracking point, were fixed upon the miniature berserker, who had sprung full grown out of the grub which had been her husband. For one second only, and then, as the quick-working convulsive little hands reached out for the four-foot Japanese umbrella vase, made within speaking distance of a well-known Atlantic port, Mrs. Obadiah — yes, she did she ran! She got ins‘de her sacred dining room so fast she couldn't have got in any faster, and with a shriek of terror she slammed the single door and turned the key, just as the fifty-pound blue-and-white monstrosity came galloping through the air at a speed Ruth could not have hit, and smashed and crashed and shattered against the complaining pine with the jolliest heave-ho-my-hearties dent and eruptior that was ever heard in Heliotrope City. Somebody banging at the porch door and windows momentarily deflected Oba diah’s objective. He picked up another chunky porcelain bowl vase filled with hydrangeas and grabbed a_ full-bellied mahogany SseWIng box from the mantel Ile heave-hoed the first bloated missile through the window pane and lambasted the second bloated missile against the door and with a war screech he darted into the hall and upstairs. Fearful quiet reigned—for a moment. Then, though not a peep was heard from the terrified Caroline sharing the under- neath of the dining-room table with five bulky inhospitable legs and staring at the door to the parlor as though she were see- ing the accumulated multitude of her an- cestors shooting craps on her green Wilton carpet in that suddenly converted den of horror; and though there wasn't another knock on window or door from the aug mented throng of pop-eyed Heliotropians on the sidewalk —terrific stevedore noises all at once filled the house, Obadiah was packing. In order to do it properly, when he thought with affection of his blue tie with yellow diagonals he overthrew the whole blasted dresser in which he couldn't tind it, and then miraculously picked it up off the floor. In the course of filling his little antique alligator-skin bag with three collars, two shirts, a set of underwear, his razor, a bunch of handkerchiefs, three socks, all different, and his new police and-fireman’s suspenders, he knocked a mirror down, a chest of drawers over, and tossed a loaded 200-pound trunk down the back stairs as though it were a box of poker chips; and when it landed against for only a second against—the closed kitchen door down there it took door and all with it and collapsed on the kitchen floor with the boom of Niagara, and Mrs Obadiah threw her arms round the north west table leg and clinched the south and THE SATURDAY EVENING POST the southeast ones in a back scissors stroke, closed her eyes and yelled bloody murder. But that wasn’t all for Obadiah. He set the sewing machine bottom side up on the bed so that the bed springs greeted the floor, and swung a fat clothes hamper through the window, only it wouldn't go but part way through, and stuck. This brought him by the natural process of elimination to an overstuffed rocker, and this he deposited in a closet, waiving the formality of first opening the flimsy door A shower of minor household impedimenta, such as pin trays, pin cushions and any old kind of cushions, shoes, clothes hangers, family portraits, mirrors, soap dishes, tumblers, a tin bucket and a broom, poured through windows and whatever bit of space roundabout was momentarily unoccupied When he finally dissevered the tall head part of the honorable old walnut bed of the house of Mansions from its side adjuncts, and tucked it into the top drawer of the one bureau standing where it had always stood, except on cleaning days, Obadiah called it a day, and concluded he had packed enough. When Obadiah left that house it looked like Kansas He left by the same route the trunk had taken, and now he didn’t even have to hesitate to open the kitchen door Mr Obadiah heard him clattering down the back stairs like Kolehak leaving Omsk, and she sought for a grip on those dining room-table legs that she hadn't tried yet. She couldn't find one, and at the top of her voi e she shrieked in her lonely terror: *O-O-Obadiah !"’ For just one second did Obadiah pause, cocking his head like a worm who has just swallowed a robin, in the direction of the voice, “Go to hell!” answered Obadiah at the top of his voice. The next instant he was out in that indeterminate hinterland flanked by his residence, his erstwhile shop and Fitzwater Halleck’s barber palace. A few venture- some figures flitting about immediately vanished. He was in his shop in one dart across the triangular yard, He found what he was after in just the time it took to pick it up and stuff it into his bag. It was the bill of sale of the machinery Mr. Blade had collected for taking oil from the state of Texas. He also stuffed all the stock certificates and a batch of organizing paraphernalia and the seven-seven mail, which Caroline had brought home, into the grip and his pockets, and then out of the front door and into Main Street surged Obadiah. There was but one other thing he still wanted to do in Heliotrope City. Heaven protect the immediate surroundings when the worm turneth! Also all the adjacent early birds who have had a festive time pecking at him in the dawn. None so terrible as the congenitally meek, once you get ‘em started, It had taken about forty years to start Obadiah—and he was. He sailed up Main Street in the direc- tion of the bank like a rooster beating out a gale to get at another rooster. But the bank was dark. This worried him not at all. He knew where all the Heliotropians lived he wanted to do business with that night. He sped through the blocked shadows of Wayne Avenue and reached Parkman Street just as a bulky form paused at a lamp-post to take out a jangling bunch of keys. Sam Micca never knew what struck him. We shall give it chronologically, however. First, it was a little antique alligator bag, loaded with stock certificates, a blue tie with the yellow diagonals, three collars, two shirts, a set of underwear, a razor, a bunch of handkerchiefs, three different socks and a new pair of police-and-fireman’s suspenders. This struck Mr. Micca back of and slightly below the right ear. Mr. Micca went down. Next, 111 pounds of wildcat struck Mr. Micca, all in one solid concentrated lump. It struck Mr. Micea with what might be called variety. ‘Twelve pairs of feet, nine teen pairs of fists, six elbows, twenty-two knees and six battering-ram heads — this was all that struck Mr. Micca. He wasn’t the same, however. His waistcoat was draping his left ear his shirt was visiting hi his trousers lay on his chest; shoe laces and his coat wasn't. Only his boots were still o1 Long before he began to breathe uneasily again, hating like the devil the idea of coming to, that which had hit Mr. Miceca, little antique alligator bag and all, was hurtling through the black shadows down Parkman Street, crossing into Church Avenue, forsaking this exalted thorough fare at the next corner for Lafayette Street, and two blocks farther on came up behind a dim, tall figure striding through the night with exactly the dignity which should al ways sit upon — observed or unobserved, day or night —-the president of the Heliotrope City Citizens Union Bank It was directly in front of the residence of Mr. Robert Smilax, who held more mort gages than anybody else in town and always agreed to anything Mr. Tidewater suggested, that what struck Mr. Ezra Tidewater truck. Mr. Tidewater, who certainly knew most things in which he was intimately concerned, never, never knew the exact sequence of the events that took place on this occasion when he passed in front of Mr. Smilax’s house, the most intimate of all. We shall give it in chrono- logical order First, it was a little antique alligator bag, loaded with stock certificates, a blue tie with yellow diagonals, three collars, two shirts, a set of underwear, a razor, a bunch of handkerchiefs, three different socks and a new pair of police-and-fireman’s sus- penders. This struck Mr. Tidewater back of and a little lower below the right ear than it had struck Mr. Micea below his Mr. Tidewater, it must be remembered, was a taller man. However, to quote the immortal Fitzsimmons, ‘* The taller they are the longer they fall."" Mr. Tidewater fell Next, 110! pounds of wildeat struck hima half pound had been expended upon Mr. Micea—all in one solid concen trated lump. It struck Mr. Tidewater also with variety. Twelve pairs of feet, nineteen pairs of fists, six elbows, twenty-two knees and six battering-ram heads —this was all that struck Mr. Tidewater. When facetious Charlie Yerger came upon Mr. Tidewater’s slowly reviving form some time later he demanded to know what Mr. Tidewater meant by undressing in the street, and then he asked the president of the Citizens Union Bank of Heliotrope City where he got the stuff these days Ry that time a little dark figure carrying a little old alligator bag was swinging jauntily along the highroad that con nected Heliotrope City and Fairland Junction, twelve miles distant. There wa a quaint singing going on in that littl figure’s heart, a silvery pwan to the great god Freedom. Both the great god and the little figure so jJauntily swinging the little old alligator bag containing oil stocks and suspenders supposed to be worn by all the policemen and all the firemen came into Fairland Junction at the same time, just as the dawn was also about to come into Fairland Junction. Three pleasant companions these, in deed —the little figure, the great god Free- dom, and the silvery dawn, silvery like the song singing itself in the little figure’s heart. There was a wait of a few hours be- fore the New York train, which didn’t come through by way of Heliotrope City but came by way of Nanset Point, was due And during that time, as the dawn came up stronger and stronger, and the great god kreedom dozed on the bench beside jis little companion, the little fellow wa thinking a lot of thoughts which might occur to a worm that has turned, and they all pleased him so much that from time to time he smiled—an open, engaging sort of smile it was too. Then toward the end, just before the train for New York came thundering down the track from Nanset Point, the little figure sank into a deep pondering, where for a time there was no room even for warm southerly dreams of Valparaiso Bay. What, by all that was revolution, was he to do now? You can’t clip away old habit and old things from a man in an instant and expect him to be utterly and continu ously cheerful merely with the company of the great god Freedom and the dawn. The dawn gives place to day; the great g Freedom is apt to become a little borir sometimes, don’t you know So Obadiah thought and thought. WH was he to do now? And moreover, some place or other, there was still a Mr. Blade to be accounted fo this side of Valparaiso Ba rO BE CONCLUDED

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tobogganing and sleigh riding and all sorts of torchlight parades on snowshoes. They haven’t had one for years, so they’re going to make it a knock-out.” ‘Will it be cold, Harry?” she asked uddenly. ‘You certainly won’t. You may freeze your nose, but you won’t be shivery cold. It's hard and dry, you know.” ‘I guess I’m a summer child. I don’t ke any cold I’ve ever seen.” She broke off and they were both silent or a minute “Sally Carrol,”’ he said very what do you say to— March?” ‘IT say I love you.” March?” “March, Harry.” f slowly, Pee i - night in the Pullman it was very fA. cold. She rang for the porter to ask for another blanket, and when he couldn’t give her one she tried vainly, by squeezing down into the bottom of her berth and doubling back the bedclothes, to snatch a few hours’ sleep. Sally Carrol wanted to look her best in the morning She rose at six and sliding uncomfortably into her clothes stumbled up to the diner for a cup of coffee. The snow had filtered nto the vestibules and covered the floor with a slippery coating. It was intriguing, this cold, it crept in everywhere. Her breath was quite visible and she blew into the air with a naive enjoyment. Seated in the diner she stared out the window at white hills and valleys and scattered pines with each branch a green platter for a cold feast Of snow Sometimes a solitary farmhouse would fly by, ugly and bleak and lone on the white waste; and with each one she had an in- tant of chill compassion for the souls shut there waiting for spring As she left the diner and swayed back to the Pullman she « xperienced a surging rush of energy and wondered if she was fee lit y the bracing alr of whic h H urry had THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE ICE PALACE Continued from Page 19) spoken. This was the North, the North her land now! Then blow, ye winds, heigho! \ roving I will go, she chanted exultantly to herself. “What's ’at?” inquired the porter po- litely. “‘T said, ‘Brush me off.’”’ The long wires of the telegraph poles doubled; two tracks ran up beside the train—three—four; came a succession of white-roofed houses, a glimpse of a trolley car with frosted windows, streets— more streets—the city. She stood for a dazed moment in the frosty station before she saw three fur- bundled figures descending upon her, “There she is!” “Oh, Sally Carrol!” Sally Carrol dropped her bag. “mat” A faintly familiar icy-cold face kissed her, and then she was in a group of faces all apparently emitting great clouds of heavy smoke; she was shaking hands. There was Gordon, a short, eager man of thirty who looked like an amateur knocked-about model for Harry; and his wife Myra, a listless lady with flaxen hair under a fur automobile cap. Almost immediately Sally Carrol thought of her as vaguely Scandi- navian. A cheerful chauffeur adopted her bag and amid ricochets of half phrases, ex- clamations and perfunctory, listless ‘‘my dear’s” from Myra they swept each other from the station. Then they were in a sedan bound through a crooked succession of snowy streets where dozens of little boys were hitching sleds be- hind grocery wagons and automobiles. “Oh,” cried Sally Carrol, ‘‘I want to do that! Can we, Harry?” “That's for kids. But we might — “It looks like such a circus!” she said regretfully. Home was a rambling frame house set on a white lap of snow, and there she met a big, gray-haired man of whom she approved, and a lady who was like an egg and who ” kissed her—these were Harry's parents. ‘There was a breathless, indescribable hour crammed full of half sentences, hot water, bacon and eggs and confusion; and after that she was alone with Harry in the li brary asking him if she dared smoke It was a large room with a Madonna over the fireplace and rows upon rows of books in covers of light gold and dark gold and shiny red. All the chairs had little lace squares where one’s head should rest, the couch was just comfortable, the books looked as if they had been read —some and Sally Carrol had an instantaneous vision of the battered old library at home with her father’s huge medical books and the oil paintings of her three ygreat-uncles and the old couch that had been mended up for forty-five years and was still luxuri ous to dream in. This room struck her as being neither attractive nor particularly otherwise. It was simply a room with a lot of fairly expensive things in it that all looked about fifteen years old. “What do you think of it up here?’ demanded Harry eagerly. ‘Does it sur- prise you? Is it what you expected, I mean?” “You are, Harry,” sne said quietly, and reached out her arms to him. But after a brief kiss he seemed anxious to extort enthusiasm from her “The town, I mean. Do you like it? Can you feel the pep in the air?” “Oh, Harry,” she laughed, ‘‘ you'll have to give me time. You can’t just fling questions at me.” She puffed at her cigarette with a sigh of contentment. “One thing I want to ask you,” he be- gan rather apologetically; ‘‘ you Southern- ers put quite an emphasis on family and all that —not that it isn’t quite all right, but you'll find it a little different here. I mean—you'll notice a lot of things that'll seem to you sort of vulgar display at first, Sally Carrol; but just remember that this is a three-generation town. Everybody has a father and about half of us have grand fathers. Back of that we don't go.” “Of course,” she murmured. “Our grandfathers, you see, founded the place, and a lot of them had to take some pretty queer jobs while they were doing the founding. ‘*For instance, there’s one woman who at present is about the social model for the town; well, her father was the first public ash man—things like that.”’ “Why,” said Sally Carrol, puzzled, ‘did you s’pose I was goin’ to make remark about people?” “Not at all,” interrupted Harry; ‘and I’m not apologizing for anyone either, It’ just that—well, a Southern girl. came up here last summer and said some unfortu nate things, and--oh, I just thought I'd tell you,” Sally Carrol felt suddenly indignant— a though she had been unjustly spanked but Harry evidentiy considered the subject closed, for he went on with a great surge of enthusiasm. “It’s carnival time, you know. First in ten years. And there’s an ice palace they're building now that’s the first they've had since Eighty-five. Built out of blocks of the clearest ice they could find—on a tre mendous scale.” She rose and walking to the window pushed aside the heavy Turkish portiéres and looked out “Oh!” she cried suddenly. “There's two little boys makin’ a snow man! Harry, do you reckon I can go out an’ help 'em?’ “You dream! Come here and kiss me She left the window rather reluctantly ‘I don’t guess this is a very kissable climate, is it? I mean, it makes you so you don't want to sit round, doesn’t it?” “We're not going to. I've got a vacation for the first week you're here, and there's a dinner dance to-night.” “Oh, Harry,” she confessed, subsiding in a heap, half in his lap, half in the pillows ‘“‘T sure do feel confused. I haven't got an idea whether I'll like it or not, an’ I don’t know what people expect or anythin’. You'll have to tell me, honey.”’ Continued on Page 167) “I Told You I Woulda't Want to Tie My Life to Any of the Boys That are Round Tarleton Now, But I Never Made Any Sweepin’ Generalities

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(Continued from Page 163) “T'll tell you,” he said softly, “if you'll just tell me you're glad to be here.” “*Glad—just awful glad!” she whispered, insinuating herself into his arms in her own peculiar way. ‘“‘Where you are is home for me, Harry.” And as she said this she had the feeling for almost the first time in her life that she was acting a part. That night, amid the gleaming candles of a dinner party where the men seemed to do most of the talking while the girls sat in a haughty and expensive aloofness, even Harry's presence on her left failed to make her feel at home. “They're a good-looking crowd, don’t you think?” he demanded. “Just look round. There’s Spud Hubbard, tackle at Princeton last year, and Junie Morton—he and the red-haired fellow next to him were both Yale hockey captains; Junie was in my class. Why, the best athletes in the world come from these states round here. This is a man’s country, I tell you. Look at John J. Fishburn!” ““Who’s he?” asked § cently. “Don’t you know?” “I’ve heard the name.” ““Greatest wheat man in the Northwest, and one of the greatest financiers in the country.” She turned suddenly to a voice on her right. af guess they forgot to introduce us. My name's Roge r Patton.’ “My name is Sally Carrol Happer,”’ she said graciously. “Yes, I know. coming.” “You a relative?” “No, I'm a professor.” “Oh,” she laughed. “At the university. South, aren’t you?” “Yes; Tarleton, Georgia.” She liked him immediately—a reddish- brown mustache under watery blue eyes that had something in them that these other eyes lacked, some quality of apprecia- tion. They exchanged stray sentences through dinner and she made up her mind to see him again. After coffee she was introduced to numer- ous good- looking | young men who danced with conscious precision and seemed to take it for granted that she wanted to talk about nothing except Harry. “Heavens,” she thought, ‘‘ they talk as if my being engaged made me older than they are—as if I'd tell their mothers on them!” In the South an engaged girl, even a young married woman, expected the same amount of half-affectionate badinage and flattery that would be accorded a débu- tante, but here all that seemed banned. One young man, after getting well started on the subject of Sally Carrol’s eyes and how they had allured him ever since she entered the room, went into a violent con- fusion when he found she was visiting the Bellamys—was Harry’s fiancée. He seemed to feel as though he had made some risqué and inexcusable blunder, became immedi- ately formal and left her at the first op- portunity. She was rather glad when Roger Patton cut in on her, and suggested that they sit out a while. “Well,” he inquired, blinking cheerily, “*how’s Carmen from the South?’ “Mighty fine. How’s—how’s Dangerous Dan McGrew? Sorry, but he’s the only Northerner I know much about.” He seemed to enjoy that. “Of course,”” he confessed, “‘as a profes- sor of literature I’m not supposed to have read Dangerous Dan McGrew. “Are you a native?” “No, I’m a Philadelphian. Imported from Harvard to teach seventeenth-century French. But I’ve been here ten years.” “Nine years, three hundred an’ sixty- four days longer than me.” “Like it here?” “Uh-huh. Sure do!” “Really?” “Well, why not? Don’t I look as if I were havin’ a good time?” “‘T saw you look out the window a minute ago—and shiver.” ** Just my imagination,” laughed Sally Carrol. ‘I’m used to havin’ everythin’ quiet outside, an’ some times I look out an’ see a flurry of snow, an’ it’s just as if somethin’ dead was movin’.” He nodded appreciatively. “Ever been North before?” Sally Carrol inno- Harry told me you were You're from the “Spent two Julys in Asheville, North Carolina.” ““Nice-looking crowd, aren't they?” sug- gested Patton, indicating the swirling floor. Sally Carrol started. This had been Harry’s remark. “Sure are! They're “What? She flushed. “I’m sorry; that sounded worse than I meant it. You see I always think of peo- ple as feline or ¢ anine, irrespective of sex, “WwW hich are you?’ “T’m feline. So are you. So are most Southern men an’ most of these girls here.” “*What’s Harry?” “Harry’s canine, distinctly. All the men I’ve met to-night seem to be canine. “What does ‘canine’ imply? A certain conscious snesculinity as opposed to sub- tlety?”’ “*Reckon so. I never analy zed it—only I just look at people an’ say ‘canine’ or ‘feline’ right off. It's right shoud I guess.” “Not at all. I'm interested. I used to have a theory about. these people. I think they’re freezing up. “What?” “I think they’re growing like Swedes— Ibsenesque, you know. Very gradually getting gloomy and melanc holy. It’s these long winters. Ever read any Ibsen?” She shook her head. ‘“*Well, you find in his characters a cer- tain brooding rigidity. They’re righteous, narrow and cheerless, without infinite pos- sibilities for great sorrow or joy.’ “*Without smiles or tears?” “Exactly. That’s my theory. You see there are thousands of Swedes up here. They come, I imagine, because the climate is very much like their own, and there’s been a gradual mingling. They’re probably not half a dozen here to-night, but— we've had four Swedish governors. Am I boring you?” “I’m mighty interested.” “Your future sister-in-law is half Swed- ish. Personally I like her, but my theory is that Swedes react rather badly on us as a whole. Scandinavians, you know, have the largest suicide rate in the world.’ ““Why do you live here if it’s so depress- canine.” “Oh, it doesn’t get me. I'm pretty well cloistered, and I suppose books mean more than people to me anyway.” ‘‘But writers all speak about the South being tragic. You know—Spanish sefiori- tas, black hair and daggers an’ hauntin’ music.” He shook his head. “No, the Northern races are the tragic races—they don’t indulge in the cheering luxury of tears.’ Sally Carrol thought of her graveyard. She supposed that that was vaguely what she had meant when she said it didn’t depress her. “The Italians are about the gayest people in the world—but it’s a dull sub- ject,” he broke off. ‘‘Anyway, I want to tell you you’re marrying a pretty fine man.” Sally Carrol was moved by an impulse of confidence. “I know. I’m the sort of person who wants to be taken care of after a certain point, and I feel sure I will be.” “Shall we dance? You know,” he con- tinued as they rose, ‘“‘it’s encouraging to find a girl who knows what she’s marrying for. Nine-tenths of them think of it as a sort of walking into a moving-picture sunset.” She laughed, and liked him immensely. Two hours later on the way home she nestled near Harry in the back seat. “Oh, Harry,” she whispered, “it’s so co-old!” “But it’s warm in here, darling girl.” “But outside it’s cold; and oh, that howling wind!” She buried her face deep in his fur coat and trembled involuntarily as his cold lips kissed the tip of her ear. iv HE first week of her visit passed in a whirl. She had her promised toboggan ride at the back of an automobile through a chill January twilight. Swathed in furs she put in a morning tobogganing on the country-club hill; even tried skiing, to sail through the air for a glorious moment and then land in a tangled, laughing bundle ona soft snowdrift. She liked all the winter sports, except an afternoon spent snow- shoeing over a glaring plain under pale yellow sunshine; but she soon realized that these things were for children—that she THE SATURDAY EVENING POST was being humored and that the enjoyment round her was only a reflection of her own. At first the Bellamy family puzzled her. The men were reliable and she liked them; to Mr. Bellamy especially, with his iron- gray hair and energetic dignity, she took an immediate fancy once she found that he was born in Kentucky; this made of hima link between the old life and the new. But toward the women she felt a definite hos- tility. Myra, her future sister-in-law, seemed the essence of spiritless conven- tionality. Her conversation was so utterly devoid of personality that Sally Carrol, who came from a country where a certain amount of charm and assurance could be taken for granted in the women, was in- clined to despise her. “If those women aren’t beautiful,” she thought, “‘they’re nothing. They just fade out when you look at them. They’re glori- fied domestics. Men are the center of every mixed group.” Lastly there was Mrs. Bellamy, whom Sally Carrol detested. The first day’s im- pression of an egg had been confirmed —an egg with a cracked, veiny voice and such an ungracious dumpiness of carriage that Sally Carrol felt that if she once fell she would surely scramble. In addition, Mrs. Bellamy seemed to typify the town in being innately hostile to strangers. She called Sally Carrol “Sally,” and could not be per- suaded that the double name was anything more than a tedious, ridiculous nickname, To Sally Carrol this shortening of her name was like presenting her to the public half clothed. She loved ‘Sally Carrol” she loathed ‘‘Sally.”” She knew also that Harry’s mother disapproved of her bobbed hair; and she had never dared smoke downstairs after that first day when Mrs. Bellamy had come into the library sniffing violently. Of all the men she met she preferred Roger Patton, who was a frequent visitor at the house. He never again alluded to the Ibsenesque tendency of the populace, but when he came in one day and found her curled up on the sofa bent over Peer Gynt he laughed and told her to forget what he’d said—that it was all rot. And then one afternoon in her second week she and Harry hovered on the edge of a dangerously steep quarrel. She consid- ered that he precipitated it entirely, though the Serbia in the case was an unknown man who had not had his trousers pressed. They had been walking homeward be- tween mounds of high-piled snow and under a sun which Sally Carrol scarcely recog- nized. They passed a little girl done up in gray wool until she resembled a small Teddy bear, and Sally Carrol could not resist a gasp of maternal appreciation. “Look! Harry!” “What?” “That little girl —did you see her face?” “Yes, why? “Tt was red as a little strawberry. Oh, she was cute!” “Why, your own face is almost as red as that already! Everybody’s healthy here. We're out in the cold as soon as we're old enough to walk. Wonderful climate!” She looked at him and had to agree. He was mighty healthy looking; so was his brother And she had noticed the new red in her own cheeks that very morning. Suddenly their glances were caught and held and they stared for a moment at the street corner ahead of them. A man was standing there, his knees bent, his eyes gaz- ing upward with a tense expression as though he were about to make a leap toward the chilly sky. And then they both exploded into a shout of laughter, for coming closer they discovered it had been a ludicrous mo- mentary illusion produced by the extreme bagginess of the man’s trousers. **Reckon that’s one on us,”’ she laughed. “He must be a Southerner, judging by those trousers,”’ suggested Harry mis- chievously. “Why, Harry!” Her surprised look must have irritated him. “Those damn Southerners!” Sally Carrol’s eyes flashed. “Don’ t call em that!” “I’m sorry, dear,” said Harry, malig- nantly apologetic, ‘‘but you know what I think of them. They’re sort of—sort of degenerates—not at all like the old South- erners. They've lived so long down there With all the colored people that they’ve gotten lazy and shiftless.” “Hush your mouth, Harry!” she cried angrily. ‘‘They’re not! They may be 167 lazy — anybody would be in that climate but they're my best friends, an’ I don’t want to hear ’em criticized in any such sweepin’ way. Some of ‘em are the finest men in the world.” “Oh, I know. They're all right when they come North to college, but of all the hangdog, ill-dressed, slovenly lot I ever saw a bunch of small-town Southerners are the worst!" Sally Carrol was clenching her gloved hands and biting her lip furiously. “Why,” continued Harry, “‘there was one in my class at New Haven and we all thought that at last we'd found the true type of Southern aristocrat, but it turned out that he wasn’t an aristocrat at all just the son of a Northern carpetbagger who owned about all the cotton round Birmingham.” **A Southerner wouldn't talk the way you're talking now,” she said evenly. “They haven't the energy!” “Or the somethin’ else.’ “I'm sorry, Sally Carrol, but I've heard you say yourself that you'd never marry a “That's quite different. I told you I wouldn't want to tie my life to any of the boys that are round Tarleton now, but I never made any sweepin’ generalities.” They walked along in silence. “I probably spread it on a bit thick, Sally Carrol. I’m sorry.’ She nodded, but made no answer. Five minutes later as they stood in the hallway she suddenly threw her arms round him. “Oh, Harry,” she cried, her eyes full ot tears, “let’s get married next week. I'm afraid of having fusses like that. I'm afraid, Harry. It wouldn’t be that way if we were married.” But Harry being in the wrong was still irritated. “That'd be idiotic. We decided on March.” The tears in Sally Carrol’s eyes faded her expression hardened slightly. “Very well—I suppose I shouldn't hav said that.” Harry melted. “Dear little nut!"’ he cried. kiss me and let’s forget.”’ That very night at the end of a vaude ville performance the orchestra played Dixie, and Sally Carrol felt something stronger and more nag vir than her tears and smiles of the day brim up inside her. She leaned forward, gripping the arms of her chair until her face grew crimson. “Sort of get you, dear?” whispered Harry. But she did not hear him. To the spirited throb of the violins and the inspiring beat of the kettledrums her own old ghosts were marching by and on into the darkness, and as fifes whistled and sighed in the low encore they seemed so nearly out of sight that she could have waved good-by. “Come and Away, away, away down South in Dirie! Away, away, away down South in Dirie! Vv T WAS a particularly cold night A sudden thaw had nearly cleared the streets the day before, but now they were traversed again with a powdery wraith of loose snow that traveled in wavy lines be- fore the feet of the wind and filled the lower air with a fine-particled mist. There was nosky —only a dark, ominous tent that draped in the tops of the streets and was in reality a vast approaching army of snow- flakes—while over it all, chilling away the comfort from the brown-and-green glow of lighted windows and muffling the steady trot of the horse pulling their sleigh, inter- minably washed the north wind. It was a dismal town after all, she thought — dismal! Sometimes at night it had seemed to her as though no one lived here—they had all gone long ago, leaving lighted houses to be covered in time by tombing heaps of sleet Oh, if there should be snow on her grave! To be beneath great piles of it all winter long, where even her headstone would be a light shadow against light shadows. Her grave—a grave that should be flower strewn and washed with sun and rain. She thought again of those isolated country houses that her train had passed, and of the life there the long winter through—the ceaseless glare through the windows, the crust forming on the ‘soft drifts of snow, finally the slow, cheerle melting and the harsh spring of which Roger Patton had told her. Her spring to lose it forever—with its lilacs and the (Concluded on Page 170)

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Sally Carrol felt a film of flakes melt quickly on her eyelashes and Harry reached over a furry arm and drew down flannel cap. Then the small flakes came in skirmish line and the horse bent his neck patiently as a trans- parency of white appeared momentarily on his coat “Oh, he’s cold, Harry,’ “Who? The horse? He likes it!”’ After another ten minutes they turned a corner and came in sight of their destina- tion. Ona tall hill outlined in vivid glaring green against the wintry sky stood the ice palace. It was three stories in the air, with battlements and embrasures and narrow icicled windows, and the innumerable elec- tric lights inside made a gorgeous trans- parency of the great central hall. Sally Carrol clutched Harry’s hand under the fur robe ‘It’s beautiful!’ he cried excitedly. “My golly, it’s beautiful, isn’t it? They haven't had one here since eighty-five!” Somehow the notion of there not having since eighty-five oppressed her. Ice was a ghost, and this mansion of it was surely peopled by those shades of the eighties, with pale faces and blurred snow- filled hair. “‘Come on, dear,” said Harry. She followed him out of the sleizgh and waited while he hitched the horse. A party of four—Gordon, Myra, Roger Patton and another girl— drew up beside them with a mighty jingle of bells. There was quite a crowd already, bundled in fur or sheep- skin, shouting and calling to each other as they moved through the snow, which was now so thick that people could scarcely be distinguished a few yards away. “It’s a hundred and seventy feet tall,” Harry was saying to a muffled figure be- side him as they trudged toward the en- trance; ‘‘ covers six thousand square yards.” She caught snatches of conversation: “One main hall’’— “walls twenty to forty inches thick’’—‘‘and the ice cave has almost a mile of'’—‘‘This Canuck who built it ne They found their way inside, and dazed by the magic of the great crystal walls Sally Carrol found herself repeating over and over two lines from Kubla Khan: she said quickly. Oh, no, he isn’t. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! In the great glittering cavern with the dark shut out she took a seat on a wooden bench, and the evening's oppression lifted. Harry was right—it was beautiful; and her gaze traveled the smooth surface of the walls, the blocks for which had been se- lected for their purity and clearness to obtain this opalescent, translucent effect. “Look! Here we go—oh, boy!” Harry. A band in a far corner struck up Hail, Hail, the Gang’s All Here! which echoed over to them in wild muddled acoustics, and then the lights suddenly went out; silence seemed to flow down the icy sides and sweep over them. Sally Carrol could still see her white breath in the darkness, and a dim row of pale faces over on the other side. The music eased to a sighing complaint, roated resonant chant of the marching clubs. It louder like some pwan of a viking tribe traversing an ancient wild; itswelled they were coming nearer; then a row of torches appeared, and another and another, and keeping time with their moccasined feet a long column of gray-mackinawed figures swept in, snowshoes slung at their shoulders, torches soaring and flickering as cried | their voices rose along the great walls. The gray column ended and another fol- lowed, the light streaming luridly this time over red toboggan caps and flaming crim- son mackinaws, and as it entered it took up the refrain; then came a long platoon of blue and white, of green, of white, of brown and yellow. “Those white are the Club,” whispered Harry eagerly. ire the men you've met round at dances.” The volume of the voices grew; the great cavern was a phantasmagoria of torches waving in great banks of fire, of colors and the rhythm of soft leather steps. The lead- ing column turned and halted, platoon deployed in front of platoon until the whole Wacouta ‘Those ones EVENING POST procession made a solid flag of flame, and then from thousands of voices burst a mighty shout that filled the air like a crash of thunder and sent the torches wavering. It was magnificent, it was tremendous! To Sally Carrol it was the North offering sac- rifice on some mighty altar to the gray pagan God of Snow. As the shout died the band struck up again and there came more singing, and then long reverberating cheers by each club. She sat very quiet listening while the staccato cries rent the stillness; and then she started, for there was a volley of explo- sion, and great clouds of smoke went up here and there through the cavern—the flashlight photographers at work—and the council was over. With the band at their head the clubs formed in column once more, took up their chant and began to march out. “Come on!” shouted Harry. “‘We want to see the labyrinths downstairs before they turn the lights off!” They all rose and started toward the chute— Harry and Sally Carrol in the lead, her little glove buried in his big fur gaunt- let. At the bottom of the chute was a long empty room of ice with the ceiling so low that they had to stoop—and their hands were parted. Before she realized what he intended Harry had darted down one of the half dozen glittering passages that opened into the room, and was only a vague reced- ing blot against the green shimmer. “Harry!” she called. ‘Come on!” he cried back. She looked round the empty chamber; the rest of the party had evidently decided to go home, were already outside some- where in the blundering snow. She hesi- tated and then darted in after Harry. ‘“‘Harry!"’ she shouted. She had reached a turning point thirty feet down; she heard a faint muffled an- swer far to the left, and with a touch of panic fled toward it. She passed another turning, two more yawning alleys. “Harry!” No answer. She started to run straight forward, and then turned like lightning and sped back the way she had come, enveloped in a sudden ice terror. She reached a turn—was it here? the left and came to what should have been the outlet into the long low room, but it was only another glittering passage with darkness at the end. She called again, but the walls gave back a flat lifeless echo with no reverberations. Ret racing her steps she turned another corner, this time following a wide passage. It was like the green lane between the parted waters of the red sea, like a damp vault connecting empty tombs. She slipped a little now as she walked, for ice had formed on the bottom of her overshoes; she had to run her gloves along the half-slippery, half-sticky walls to keep her balane e. “Harry!” Still no answer. The sound she made bounced mockingly down to the end of the passage. Then on an instant the lights went out and she was in complete darkness. She gave a small frightened cry and sank down into a cold little heap on the ice. She felt her left knee do something as she fell, but she scarcely noticed it as some deep terror far greater than any fear of being lost settled upon her. She was alone with this presence that came out of the North, the dreary loneliness that rose from ice-bound whalers in the Arctic seas, from smokeless trackless wastes where were strewn the whitened bones of adventure. It was an icy breath of death; it was rolling down low across the land to clutch at her. With a furious despairing energy she rose again and started blindly down the dark- ness. She must get out. She might be lost in here for days, freeze to death and lie embedded in the ice like corpses she had read of, kept perfectly preserved until the melting of a glacier. Harry probably thought she had left with the others—he took May 22,1920 had gone by now; no one would know until late next day. She reached pitifully for the wall. Forty inches thick they had said forty inches thick! “Onl On both sides of her along the walls she felt things creeping, dampsouls that haunted this palace, this town, this North. “Oh, send somebody — send somebody !”’ she cried aloud. Clark Darrow—he would understand; or Joe Ewing; she couldn’t be left here to wander forever—to be frozen, heart, body and soul. This her—this Sally Carrol! Why, she was a happy thing. She was a happy little girl. She liked warmth and summer and Dixie. These things were foreign— foreign. “You’re not crying,’’ something said aloud. ‘‘ You'll never cry any more. Your tears would just freeze; all tears freeze up here!” She sprawled full length on the ice. “O God!” she faltered. A long single file of minutes went by, and with a great weariness she felt her eyes closing. Then someone seemed to sit down near her and take her face in warm soft hands. She looked up gratefully. “Why, it’s Margery Lee,” she crooned softly to herself. ‘‘I knew you’d come.” It really was Margery Lee, and she was just as Sally Carrol had known she would be, with a young white brow and wide welcom- ing eyes and a hoop skirt of some soft material that was quite comforting to rest on. hae ‘*Margery Lee.” It was getting darker now and darker all those tombstones ought to be repainted, sure enough, only that would spoil ’em of course. Still, you ought to be able to see ’em., Then after a succession of moments that went fast and then slow, but seemed to be ultimately resolving themselves into a mul titude of blurred rays converging toward a pale yellow sun, she heard a great cracking noise break her new-found stillness. It was the sun, it was a light; a torch, and a torch beyond that, and another one, and voices; a face took flesh below the torch, heavy arms raised her and she felt something on her cheek, it felt wet. Some one had seized her and was rubbing her face with snow. How ridiculous—with snow ! “Sally Carrol! Sally Carrol!" It was Dangerous Dan McGrew; two other faces she didn’t know. “Child, child! We "ve been looking for you two hours. Hi: arry’s half crazy!” Things came rushing back into pl: ace the singing, the torches, the great shout of the marching clubs. She squirmed in Patton's arms and gave a long low cry. “Oh, I want to get out of here! I'm going back home. Take me home’’—her voice rose to a scream that sent a chill to Harry’s heart as he came racing down the next passage —‘‘to-morrow!”’ she cried with delirious, unrestrained passion—‘‘ To- morrow! To-morrow! To-morrow!” and vi HE wealth of golden sunlight poured a quite enervating yet oddly comforting heat over the house where day long it faced the dusty stretch of road. Two birds were making a great to-do in a cool spot found among the branches of a tree next door, and down the street a colored woman was announcing herself melodiously as a pur- veyor of strawberries. It was April after- noon, Sally Carrol Happer, resting her chin on her r arm and her arm on an old window seat, gazed sleepily down over the spangled dust whence the heat waves were rising for the first time this spring. She was watching a very ancient flivver turn a perilous corner and rattle and groan toa jolting stop at the end of the walk. She made no sound, and in a minute a — ent familiar whistle rent the air. Sally Carrol smiled and blinked. “Good mawnin’.” A head appeared tortuously from under the car top below. “’*Taint mawnin’, Sally Carrol.” “Sure enough,” she said i in affected sur- prise. ‘‘I guess maybe not.’ “What you doin’?” ‘Eatin’ green peach. minute.” Clark twisted himself a last impossible notch to get a view of her face. ‘““Water’s warm as a kettla steam, Carrol. Wanta go swimmin’?” “Hate to move,” sighed Sally Carrol lazily, ‘‘fut I reckon so.” *Spect to die any Sally

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q re girl beside the engine or the man in the car seat. Then when he had reached her side and removed his hat and asked her with his habitually wistful smile if he could be of any service to her she merely accosted him with an impersonal side glance over her shoulder and said in an equally impersonal tone, “ No, I think not.” And when in his discomfiture he had glanced engagingly up at the morose- eyed man in the car, who appeared about as sociable as an Aberdeen terrier, that indi- vidual had looked not at him but through him. Now this was a manner of welcome quite novel to the star of the Augmented Aylwyn Films, and he was both wounded and startled by it. He would in fact have re- treated with promptness and dignity had it not been for one thing: And this was the discovery that the girl who was giving him the benefit of her rose-clad back, instead of being the type of person in keeping with the type of car she was driving, was a young woman of quite exceptional appearance. In the first place she was startlingly fair, with the bluest of cool-blue eyes and an apple-blossom skin that deepened into Cherokee-rose color just above the cheek bones. What he could see of her hair, which was very thick and heavy, seemed a tawny gold shot through with that vital copper undertone which he had never re- marked in the hydrogenated tresses of the mill-run blondes with whom studio life had made him more or less familiar. And about her, with her clear-cut profile and her dis- dainful mouth of misty rose, was an air of authority, of distinction, of unruffled regal composure, which both piqued and chal- lenged Arthur Aylwyn. “I’m afraid you're hung up in a horribly uncomfortable bit of road,” he said, swal- lowing his pride, There was no response to this. But his glimpse of an amazingly white and rounded wrist smudged with engine oil kept his courage from oozing away. “T think I could locate the trouble there, if you’d let me look over your motor,” he said with his hat still in his hand. Instead of answering him, the girl stood up and looked at the man in the car seat. Her eyes seemed to be questioning him, for. he in turn looked steadily down at her, Then as though his answer hinged upon some aspect or activity of the newcomer, they both turned and glanced with pointed impassivity at the slightly flustered Sir Arthur. They saw a dapper and by no means obsequious figure in a tight-fitting and elaborately tailored suit of checkered taupe and fawn, narrow tan shoes cloth-topped with the same material as the suit, and a tan-colored fedora harmoniously embel- lished with a puggree of the same checkered taupe and fawn, They saw a natty and narrow-waisted coat elaborately braided and belted and adorned with altogether sinecure buttons, a sharp-angled waistcoat of deep violet faintly lined with lavender and a lavender silk shirt with a moonstone stud in its pleated bosom and moonstone links holding together the slightly ruched edges of its voluminous French cuffs. They saw heavily clocked lavender silk socks and a handkerchief of pale lavender obtruding with studied carelessness from one pocket, while a chased gold cigarette case obtruded with equal nonchalance from another. It was in fact a carefully achieved symphony in what Sir Arthur regarded as the subtler half tones, and had he been asked he might have explained that his addiction to laven- der was anything but a mere caprice, being rather a cool-headed extension of profes- sional interests, since every studio worker learns or ly too soon that this particular color will photograph infinitely better than white. But Sir Arthur was not asked about that attire in which he took such childlike and unchallenged pride. On the face of the man inspecting him from the car seat, in fact, he seemed to detect a mild inc redulity touched with pity. And as the girl in the old-rose sweater continued to study him with her remote and impersonal eyes and made him feel not a little like the alkali dust under her feet, he saw that he had not been recognized. His first impulse was to take out his heavily jeweled cardcase and hand to her the heavily embossed card which would startle her into sudden knowl- edge of the personage she was failing to appreciate. But he resisted this impulse on second thought, reveling in the dramatic irony of a situation which he became more and more anxious to prolong. And if there was any explaining to be done, he finally decided, it could come from the other side of the fence. The next moment, however, he stood ready to weaken on that ultimatum, for the girl’s abstracted face had broken into a smile. It was an impassive and mildly re- mote smile; a smile of retarded concession still conditioned on undiscerned possibili- ties. But it humanized the cameo-clear profile and left it so altogether adorable that the disturbed Sir Arthur felt his pulse quicken and skip a beat. “Could you really tell me what’s wrong with the thing?” she said in a quiet and full-throated contralto which fell intri- guingly musical on the other’s bewildered ears. And Sir Arthur, bowing solemnly, gave his attention to the engine. He gave his attention to that engine, but not all his attention, for the look that passed between the girl and the man on the car seat did not entirely escape him, It was a look which he resented, which prodded him with a quick sense Of injustice and shadowed his rose glow of knightly generosity with some darker impulse toward retaliation. “How long have you been running this old boat?” he asked with slightly con- temptuous curiosity. And he had the satis- faction of seeing the Cherokee rose darken above the girl’s cheek bones. “We just bought it in Los Angeles a little over a week ago,” the girl told him. ‘‘And I’m rather afraid we were done.” “Done is good!” agreed Sir Arthur, wondering what it was that made every- thing this calm-eyed stranger said and did seem so absurdly and yet so unquestionably the right thing to say and do. They were a pretty shabby-looking pair, but they were undoubtedly somebody in the world. Of that there was not a shadow of doubt. The only thing in which they failed apparently was in their estimate of him. And until he had further collected his thoughts he pre- tended to give his undivided attention to the engine. “How far are you going?” he asked after his eye had alighted on the disconnected commutator wire which announced itself as the seat of the trouble. “* As far as the old Hardscrabble Ranch,” the girl told him. “Oh, yes! We used the patio there for one of our pictures,”’ announced Sir Arthur. He was rewarded by the quick look of comprehension which passed between the girl and the man of silence on the car seat. And he had decided by this time to let that commutator wire remain disconnected. “IT think the best thing to do is to let me run you out to that ranch in my car,” he explained. ‘‘Then I can send my -mechani- cian out from town— he’sa very good man and have him do what's needed to this lame duc k and take it wherever you want it taken.’ “That’s very kind of you,” said the girl with no undue amount of warmth. But she flushed slightly for the second time as she seemed to realize some inadequacy in that speech, ‘My brother is not at all strong,” she added, ‘‘And I hate to have him held up on the road this way.” “‘T can have you home in forty minutes,” announced Sir Arthur with a reassuring hand movement toward the shimmering roadster, which the girl, as she turned about, seemed to see for the first time. ‘‘What do you think, Bertie?” she asked, turning back to her brother, ‘We don’t seem to have much choice in the matter,”’ was the none-too-gracious re- tort from the none-too-genial invalid in the car seat, But a glance into the troubled azure eyes of the girl left Sir Arthur indifferent to what he was willing enough to accept as the peevishness of ill health. He helped transfer a surprising number of parcels from one car to the other; he showed how the abandoned vehicle could be made safe with the control lock from his own roadster, and he jockeyed the seating arrangements so that the girl’s old-rosé sleeve was close to his taupe-and-fawn one as they got under way. He talked courageously if not always con- tentedly as he drove, explaining who he was and the nature of his calling with a modesty which was quite new to him. And in return THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE CUFF SHOOTER (Continued from Page 7) he was finally permitted to know that the morose-eyed man in the somewhat -worn Panama was Lord Brantling, though for some incomprehensible reason that over retiring individual requested that he be addressed as Mr. Washburnham in America, And when Sir Arthur addressed the girl be- side him as Lady Brantling —triumphantly reminding himself as he did so that instinct had not played him false when he saw at the first glance she was the real thing—she laughingly reminded him that she was merely the Honorable Georgina Berkeley Washburnham, and explained that on Lady Alicia Newland’s advice they had come down from Banff and bought the Hard- scrabble Ranch, which they intended turn- ing into an orange grove, She knew she was going to like the work, once she got used to the New World way of doing things, and the land agent in Los Angeles had told them their valley was exactly the place for either oranges or grapefruit. Sir Arthur, who knew a thing or two about that particular valley, remained po- litely silent on this point, and remained vaguely depressed at the thought of what those two unpractical and deluded outland- ers were up against, and made note of the land agent’s name for future reference. Yet when he had deposited his two fares at the picturesque enough rancho his customary suavity of manner seemed to have evap- orated, and he experienced considerable difficulty in effecting a graceful with- drawal, He had failed to produce an impression, and he knew it. He had tried every firearm in his little pink-and-white arsenal, and to that self-immured girl with the heavenly blue eyes he still seemed nothing more than a jitney driver. “T guess I'll run out to-morrow and make sure your car's got here all right,”’ he announced as with head bared and with the puggreed fedora held flattened against his short ribs he swung open the roadster door. “That is very kind of you,” said the girl in her neutral English contralto, with her impersonal little nod of farewell. And she and her brother stood side by side, watching the lavender-colored automobile as_ it turned about and thrummed off through the heat in a cloud of dust. “What an extraordinary little fop!” said the man, with genuine amazement in his voice, ‘‘But he’s not little, Bertie,” contended the girl, coming out of her trance. ‘He's almost as tall as you are. I noticed that when you were standing together.” ‘Well, he may not be so small as he seems,”’ conceded the other. ‘But some- body really ought to speak to him about those togs of his.’ “They’re rather awful, aren’t they? admitted the girl, without meeting her brother’s eye, “Not as awful as the bounder inside of ’em!” 9” ar ent AYLWYN in the meantime made his way cityward, both humbled and elated, His somewhat disjointed thoughts pirouetted about belted earls and blue eyes and lords of the realm and sand flats that could never possibly make orange groves and the softest-toned speaking voice he had ever in all his life listened to. The cool and full-throated cadences of that voice, in fact, stayed with him for the rest of the day and haunted him during the night and left him counting the hours until he could once more decently head his roadster for Hardscrabble Ranch. He arrived at the rancho just at the tea hour in the wake of a heavily crated and much padded grand piano which had com- pleted its journey from Bristol, England, to New York, and from New York to the Hardscrabble domain by being teamed out with mastodonic dignity and a cartage bill which apparently was not adding to the peace of mind of the morose-eyed Mr, Washburnham, But Sir Arthur politely ignored this passing embarrassment and dilated on the beauty of the patio with the old Spanish fountain at the center of its formalized little quadrangle of greensward., Whereupon Georgina’s gaunt-bodied big brother spoke somewhat wistfully of Maudlin and the turf of the inner quad, and this proved such a puzzle to Sir Arthur that he later and secretly inquired of Eng- lish Harry, the archeology sharp on the Revise Staff, just what Maudlins were, and was surprised to discover that Maudlin was a college at Oxford and was spelled Magda- len and was laid out a ponderable length of time before Columbus discovered America Then as Sir Arthur sat with his teacup poised in his stateliest studio manner he asked if his company might be permitted to use the patio in shooting two or three of their scenes. It would take a couple of afternoons, but it was the habit of the loca- tion chief, he mendaciously added, to pay a couple of hundred dollars for any such privilege. “Yes, it would be rather jolly,” an- nounced the girl. And when her brother, who in no way shared even her tempered enthusiasms, wandered off into the house Sir Arthur sat studying the girl’s face. He studied it with a timorous audacity which she apparently failed either to perceive or to resent, “Gad, but you'd film great!” he said with a tremor in hig voice, He was astoni#ied the next moment to seo a sudden biack blaze of anger in her eyes, I'd starve by inches, quick yet cool noted scorn, sink to a thing like that!” Sir Arthur stared at her, confused and hurt, for he had brought to her the utter most that he was able to offer. He had said what every woman he had ever seen or known would have longed to know; would have been grateful to hear. And his first impulse, once he had recovered his com posure, was not to defend himself but to defend the films, He spoke earnestly and he spoke with authority, for he wa familiar ground there, and he even ex tracted from the slightly repentant girl a promise that the Washburnhams would visit the studios in person and see what a serious-minded and hard-working lot this army of picture makers really were. Sir Arthur did his utmost to make that visit an interesting one, though before it took place he made it a point to purge his dressing room of its once elaborately ar rayed litter of adulatory telegrams and affectionately inscribed photographs. He was equally careful to see that the re- doubtable Otto Etzel was eliminated from the scene, and for once in his life he did not produce the massive scrapbooks filled with the personal notices of which he was so inordinately proud, Why he refrained from this he did not altogether understand, but instinct told him that it would not altogether meet with the approval of the quiet-eyed girl who appeared so adverse to self-explanation, Such obvious self obliteration did not seem quite the proper procedure, or quite good business, as he would have phrased it, yet he felt in his troubled young soul that it must in some way be the right thing. And he was re warded before the afternoon was over by one glorious half hour alone in the darkened pro- jection room with the girl at his side, watch- ing the last reels of a new picture in which he was rather proud of his work. “I’m beginning to see that you’ re really a great man in your own world,” she said when they were once more in the open Her eyes were grave and a little troubled, but those words of hers were music to his ears, “It’s a frightfully foolish world of course,” he protested with unlooked-for self-depreciation. “IT don’t know about that,” she said with her short laugh, ‘‘ That odd little mar with the horn glasses told me you earn a good deal over a thousand dollars a wee! at it. “But what’s money, after all?” Sir A: thur rather surprised himself by demand ing. “Tt seems to be everything over here announced the English girl as she called to her brother, who proved to be much inter ested at the moment in a double-acting automatic are controller, and pointed out to him how Directors’ Row looked exact like a village street in France and cor mented on the novelty of beholding a gr of players strolling about in the sunlight full evening dress. But the day had lost its glory for the sad-eyed host, since Sir Arthur was per sistently ill at ease in the presence of Mr: Washburnham. He wanted to like tl pale-eyed exile with the melancholy air (Continued on Page 176) ” she said with “before I'd S on

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Sir Arthur on the other hand tried in vain to break down that ice wall of habit- ual reserve, and even fell into the habit of forlornly wondering why people of noble birth could be so unknightly in their atti- tude, Yet he saw in time that this hauteur was natural to these strangers from across the sea; that it was even something more than the protective armoring of painfully sensitive souls. For it was not, as he had at first imagined, a mere disguise of the moment, but a product of time, the fruit of uncounted centuries of obeisance and au- thority and unchallenged ae gs some- thing which was plainly leaving them a trifle lonely and helpless and incompetent in a land which lived not in its yesterdays but in its to-morrows. And when he thought of the alkali flat which had been unloaded on them in their innocence, and when he realized that the Honorable Geor- gina’s brother’s health was not improving as it ought to have done, Sir Arthur con- tinued to put his pride in his pocket, and made it a point to see as much of the Washburnhams as he decently could. iv RTHUR AYLWYN was more and more impressed with the fact during those far from satisfying visits that affairs were | not going any too well with the new ranch- of their ill Sir Arthur ers. Yet no faintest word luck came from their own lips. | even began to wonder if it could be the cor- rect thing to meet calamitous events with an air of sustained indifference and misfor- He ached of his interest. But always he found him- self confronted and chilled by that ice wall of arctic reserve. And it hurt him to see the slight hollow which came in the girl's cheek, just as it hurt him to stumble across some accidental evidence of how the crafty native had imposed upon the ignorance of the untutored foreigner. He was in fact finally driven into explaining to the girl that Hardscrabble Ranch could never be profitably converted into an orange grove. It was information not easy to im- part, all things considered, and he was astonished by the quietness with which she accepted it. of was beginning to find that out,” she admitted as she courageously met his eye. And still again he ached to bring to her some sustaining word of comfort. “The one thing that would pay on this ranch would be cotton,” he told her. “Cotton is going to loom big in southern California. And there’s no reason why you ” | couldn't swing in with the movement, if it wasn't for the labor problem. Getting help will prove your hardest nut to crack.” “It already has,” she acknowledged. ‘Everything is so appallingly different out here, and our mistakes all seem to be such appallingly expensive mistakes.” It was the first time she had permitted him to step in beyond the barricading pal- ings. It was for a moment, and no more. But he was so grateful for that casual intimacy that his body tingled with its mounting waves of emotionalism. And a new idea came to him on the tides of im- pulse. “Did it ever occur to you,” he said with a perfectly sober eye, ‘‘that this ranch of yours would make a great site for a movie company? ‘But it’s our home,’ “our only home.” “You could still keep your house and enough land to make sure of a decent amount of privacy,” he contended. ‘“‘And you'd be without the worry of all the rest of it.” “But what company would ever want to buy it?” she said with a none-too- appreciative glance over her arid acres. “My company would,” he said with decision. She looked at him full in the face, and a wave of color swept slowly up to her very forehead. she pointed out May 22,1920 “IT don’t think it would be possible,”’ she said almost coldly. And he knew by her ex- pression that it would be expedient to drop the matter. v IR ARTHUR saw little of the Hard- scrabble Ranch during the next few weeks, for affairs back at the studios were running none too smoothly. There were pictures to be rounded out and new pro- ductions to be launched, a more pliable dis- tributing corporation to be organized and a defaulting treasurer to be apprehended and haled back to justice. And to add to his troubles the redoubtable Otto Etzel, having partaken unduly of red-eye, went joy-riding in Sir Arthur’s royal-purple limousine, collided with a Pacific Electric Interurban car and was confronted by a finally exasperated employer, who paid A up, cast him out on a cold world and defied him to do his worst. The discarded Otto, who was not without a slight inkling of how the wind was blow- ing, set about with a cold and malignant resolution to do his worst. He turned up at Hardscrabble Ranch three days later and meekly applied for work. This was given to him, and averse as he was to manual labor he survived that daily ordeal by hug- ging to his breast the secret which he could divulge at his own sweet will. He went about like a diamond-back rattler, silent and assured, fortified by the knowledge of his own venom. The fit and proper occasion for passing on his delectable bit of information, how- ever, did not present itself for several days. Then as he invaded the patio for the pur- pose of repairing the water pipe that fed the ridiculous little fountain he encountered a very pallid-skinned nobleman sunning himself in a chaise longue, with a steamer rug about his knees. ‘“‘What’s your name?” asked the owner of the estate, who had appeared in the open for the first time in more than a week. ‘Etzel, sir,’’ said the man with the pipe wrench in his hand. “And where are you from?” he asked, inspecting the none-too-appealing face of the new workman. ““My last job was over at the Aylwyn studios,” admitted Otto, with oneeye cocked on his interlocutor. “Ah, then I rather fancy you'd know that chap Aylwyn himself?” was the next altogether welcomed interrogation. **Know him!” cackled Otto, seeing that the iron was hot and the time to strike was at hand. ‘“‘Know him? I should say I do know him! Why, I’ve known Sir Arthur since he was knee-high to a grasshopper! I knew that poor coot before he ever got the big head and a cartload o’ mash notes every morning and took to struttin’ round like a banty rooster. Between you and me, sir, we barbered together back in Phillie.” “You what?”’ demanded the other. But Otto had to wait until his questioner’s fit of coughing had passed. “We worked in the same barber shop together back in Philadelphia. The Kid called himself Cupid MeCubbin in those days, and sang tenor in the shop quartet. And say, it sure is a miracle to think o’ that little lowborn slum Mick pullin’ the king o’ the movie stuff on the great unwashed out here! It sets me to broodin’ on what some o’ those society dames’d be sayin’ if they got wise to what they were languishin’ over come out of a third-rate barber shop.” The Iago in overalls stood back and saw this sink in. The process of infiltration seemed to be a slow one. But the final reaction to it was not quite what the re- doubtable Otto had looked for. **Etzel,”’ said the man muffled up in the steamer rug, after several moments of quie t thought, “you will oblige me by saying nothing of this to my sister. I want that to be quite clear. Not a word, remember, to Miss Washburnham!” “Yes, sir,”’ meekly replied the man with the pipe wrench. But after accepting a pointed and pro- longed silence as dismissal, and after think- ing the matter over as he worked leisurely on his disinterred piping, he grew into a pleasant realization that luck was with him more than he had looked for, since the sit- uation still left him the dame to hold over Sir Arthur’s head; and Sir Arthur, if ap- proached in the right way, might still listen to reason and come across for the second time. Yet no such savory thoughts of the fu- ture hovered about the morose-eyed man in the chaise longue. Hisspirit was troubled, (Continued on Page 178) ”

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RAND RAPI MICHIGA (Continued from Page 176) and more shadows than one seemed gath- ering along an already darkening sky line. His fixed look of depression remained with him in fact even after his sister, who had ridden over to the post office, came pound- ing up on her well-lathered new pinto, dis- |} mounted and threshed the dust from her | clothes with a moist riding gauntlet. “Letters from home, Bertie!’’ she cried cheerily out to him as she came hot and dusty to where he sat. She dropped the bundle of envelopes, fat and lean and long traveled, into his lap. “Letters from home,” he repeated win- trily as he looked up from them and studied the girl’s face. Something in his expression disturbed her, for she turned about with a | light-heartedness which was all too plainly | forced. “‘T like spirit, Bertie, but that new pinto of mine is an outlaw. They named him right when they called him Thunder Cloud. Twice he did his best to bolt, and he’s nearly shaken me out of my skin. He shows too much white in his eye. And to-morrow I shall surely put one of our English hunting bridles on the brute and see what a bruised palate will do to bring him to time. And now while you're reading your letters I’m going to slip in and tub and dress.” The man in the chair sat watching her as she crossed the patio. **Lady Allie writes that she'll be in San Diego by the end of the month,” the girl called back from the deep-shadowed door- way. When she reappeared half an hour later the man in the chaise longue was restoring the last of his letters to its envelope. She inspected him surreptitiously and fought back a frown of trouble which threatened to get the better of her. “Arthur Aylwyn has sent you out an- other box of that English tobacco,”’ she casually announced as she tucked the steamer rug closer in about the thin knees. “IT hate being under obligations to a bounder like that,’’ retorted her brother with more spirit than she had anticipated. “That bounder, Bertie, clears more than twelve thousand pounds a year,” she ob- served after a moment of silence. “That doesn’t leave him any less loathly in the matter of manners—or rather in the matter of altogether too much manners,”’ remarked the other. The Honorable Georgina Berkeley Wash- burnham seemed to be giving this a great deal of serious thought. ‘“‘He may be overmannered, as you say, Bertie, and he may be one of those wretch- edly rich persons we rather envy against our will. But I feel sure his instincts are right. I rather fancy he wants to do the right thing and is keen on being the right thing. But all that cinema work seems to have got into his system without his know- ing it.” “And if you scratched him he'd probably run developing fluid instead of blood.” “On the contrary, Bertie, I think he’s quite human. And I also think he’s been extraordinarily kind.” “I know you do, Georgie, and that’s just the point,”” continued her brother in a dis- turbingly gentle tone of voice. ‘I'd hate to think that all these newer conditions we're facing out here were going to warp your judgment on things that are fundamental. We are different, and you know it. And there are cases where those differences can be tragic.” ‘I’m not so sure as I used to be, Bertie, about all those older things,”’ she said as she turned and met the morose eyes which were studying her face. ‘‘ But you needn't worry about—about what you are worry- ing about.” He nodded a quietly comprehending head. “I don’t think I could quite stand that,” he said, staring off toward the distant mountains. ‘““What?” she asked, following the line of his vision. ‘““Your marrying a movie aetor,”’ was his answer, Her color ebbed a little. “*T never shall,”’ she told him. Her voice was so quiet that he turned and looked | at her. “Is that a promise, old girl?” he asked, resenting the fact that he had failed to keep his tones as tranquil as hers. “If you feel that it ought to be one,”’ she said. And she repented the next moment of the chilliness which she had permitted to creep into that response, for the fraternal May 22,1920 hand which he reached out to her as they sat there in the lengthening afternoon shad- ows impressed her as a disturbingly cold and bloodless hand. It reminded her that much greater demands might soon be made on her. It forced her to think of that future which she seemed almost afraid to face. And England and the green hills of Eng- land as she remembered them seemed a long way off. = HEN almost a week later Arthur Aylwyn made his appearance in a new racing roadster of battleship gray Geor- gina Washburnham seemed neither glad nor sorry to see him. Dark days had come to Hardscrabble Ranch since his last visit there, and that irruption of care-free and flashing grandeur brought with it a touch of bitterness which she found it hard to conceal. “Are you worried about anything?” he asked, disturbed by the heavy shadows under the eyes of gentian blue. And he remembered how close he had once come to telling her that she ought to wear dimmers on those lamps of hers. That had seemed the right thing to say in those older and uncouth days when he had fool- ishly imagined that all women came out of the same mold. But now he found himself slightly puzzled by some mysterious repres- sive influence which this quiet-eyed English girl invariably exercised over him. “‘Are you worried about anything?” he repeated with straightforward and genuine concern, “My brother is going to die,” she told him. She said it quietly and with no show of emotion. But he had learned enough of her and her attitude toward the world in general to realize the significance of that confession to him, the outsider. And Sir Arthur, who toiled and triumphed in sen- timent and nursed a natural enough tend- ency to reduce everything in life to an emotional basis, found actual tears welling up to his thick-lashed eyes. She stared at him with cold and slightly contemptuous surprise as he asked in his broken voice if there was anything he could possibly do at such a time; if there was any way in which he could be of service to her. And for the second time her keen eyes searched his face, down which an unmanly tear was coursing, as though to make sure she was beholding nothing more than the well-controlled exercises of an expert ma- nipulator of emotional values. But for once in his life Sir Arthur was thinking of anything but himself, and the girl knew it. “It is very kind of you,” she said, con- trolling herself with difficulty. “‘But there is nothing you can do—there’s nothing that anybody can do.” ‘I’m sorry,” he said, for he was ashamed of his surrender by this time. He knew, too, that he was an intruder there, and that the one thing she was de- manding of him was to be left alone. He held out his hand rather blindly, without remembering whether it was the correct thing to do or not. She in turn gave him her hand. She did not speak, but when he found the courage to look in her eyes he found the heavenly blue slightly misted. And as he turned away to go to his car he felt tremendously rewarded. He felt that there was something tremendously precious in even that momentary glimpse of her soul with the mask off. It all seemed so momentous in fact that when he stumbled across Otto Etzel wait- ing for him beside his car door the intru- sion of that malign figure dwindled down to a triviality. “And what are you doing here?” he asked, coming back to earth with an effort. “Valetin’ a bunch o’ wind-broken ca- yuses,”’ retorted Otto, not without bitter- ness. “‘And also wonderin’, Cupid, if you’re goin’ to see reason again before I spill the beans.” “Before you spill what beans?” de- manded the man with one foot on the running board, glancing back to where the girl still stood in the shadow-freckled light of the patio. “Before I tip off the royal family over there about that old barberin’ business of ours in Philadelphia,’’ announced Otto. “And I've figured it’s worth just two thou- sand bones, Cupid, to keep that dark from these high-toned tenderfeet.”’ Sir Arthur stared at his enemy for one long and slightly disturbing minute. “Come with me,” he said with unex- pected brusqueness, catching Otto by the (Continued on Page 181)

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(Continued from Page 178) shirt sleeve and leading him toward the patio. And he did not stop until he stood, rather grim of jaw, before the startled girl. “There’s something I’ve got to tell you,” he said as their glances met and locked. “I don’t suppose it'll make much difference, but I at least want to be honest enough to admit it. You think that movie acting is a pretty poor way of earning a living. But I want you to know that before I became a movie actor I was a barber.” He waited for her to say something, but she merely stared at him with cool and noncommittal eyes. “And while I’m still handing out the painful truths,”’ he concluded as he turned to Otto Etzel, “I want to warn you about this Gila monster in the shape of a man. He worked for me, and I know him. He’s a drunken coward and he’s a liar and a thief, and the sooner he’s safely off your place the better it will be for Hardscrabble Ranch.” With that Sir Arthur turned, thrust the indignant-eyed Otto Etzel to one side and strode away. He went not without a per- verse though shadowy sense of satisfaction in the dramatic values of his exit speech. He even, as he strode toward his waiting car, tugged self-consciously at his cuffs, though the girl, whose thoughts at the moment were on other things, did not notice the movement. But he nursed the ghostly satisfaction of the man who having touched bottom knows that he has nothing to fear from further descents. His own troubles, however, loomed small before what he suspected Georgina Wash- burnham to be passing through during the next few days. He realized, as she had said, that there was nothing he could do, but he at least resorted to the gestures of service. He sent out one of his town cars which remained quite unused—-and after it dispatched illicit cases of cognac and fool- ishly bulky bundles of delicacies and every brand of conserve with an English label on it that could be unearthed in the shops of Los Angeles. He abandoned the studio in the middle of a scene to carry the lung specialist from San Francisco out to Hard- scrabble Ranch, and made a second trip in one day to carry out an extra night nurse. But all these, he knew, were gestures and nothing more. A new and somewhat dis- turbing sense of humility left him averse to imposing his presence on a girl already tried beyond her strength, though when the inevitable actually came about and a mis- ery as great as it was gratuitous took possession of him and refused to be dis- sembled, he was touched with a secret admiration for the highborn alien who seemed so schooled in handling difficult situations with ease that even death itself was not permitted, outwardly at least, to seem too disturbing. It was Sir Arthur himself, however, who again stopped work at the studio and de- voted his time to the dispatching of tele- grams to Washington and Ottawa, and did two hundred and thirty-eight dollars’ worth of cabling to a rather formidable list of addresses in England, feeling compensated for quite unnecessarily paying the tolls out of his own pocket by the thought of being in even remote communication with so im- pressive an array of the landed nobility. An odd sense of shyness even took posses- sion of him in fact, since he rather imagined that with the death of Lord Brantling his younger sister would come into the title, and he was already torn between doubts as to whether he ought to address her as Lady Washburnham or merely as Lady Georgina. Yet the girl herself, when he went out with an incredible motorload of cut flowers, alluded only once to the death of her brother. ‘He carried his ill health so bravely and so carelessly into this far-off corner of the world,” she said with averted eyes. That “far-off corner of the world” did not escape Sir Arthur, and it disturbed him, It disturbed him so much that he even screwed up the courage t» ask if she were thinking of going back to England. “No,” she told him. “I am going to stay here now.” It wasn’t much, but it was enough to send him back to the city with a lighter heart. It was a foolish elation, he knew, but he resisted all promptings to analyze it, vir IR ARTHUR had somewhere read that the correct procedure in times of great grief was to absent yourself temporarily THE SATURDAY but rigidly from the bereaved one. So sacrificing his personal inclinations on the altar of the proprieties, he religiously fought back an everrecurring impulse to motor out to Hardscrabble Ranch. He stayed away so long in fact that the slightly lonely and altogether restless Georgina Washburnham was prompted to send him a note suggest- ing that he really ought to come and get his town car, as her chances of using it remained quite as remote as ever, since she had taken up her riding again and was intent on the subjugation of Thunder Cloud. She even suggesied that she would be cantering along Back Cajion Trail about four the next after- noon, and added in a postscript that she very much wished his advice on two or three matters of business which seemed to be stumping her. When Sir Arthur received that note he | promptly cut a directors’ meeting and two hours of studio retake and started in his roadster of battleship gray for the Back Cajion Trail. He was going to meet her—that was all he remembered and all he cared to remem- ber. And he met her, somewhat unex- pectedly and under somewhat disturbing circumstances, as he followed the winding trail that was little more than a scratch on the mountain side, with a ragged rock wall on one side and a sheer drop of a thousand feet on the other. For Thunder Cloud, so far as he was able to judge in that moment of excitement, nursed a fixed aversion to the meeting. He saw the girl's signal, and was in doubt as to whether it was a sign to advance or to stop. He saw the pinto swerve, buck, pirouette in three sharp circles and then try to scale a slope of rock shelves overlaid with gravel. He saw the girl's determined tugs on the reins, the repeated cut of the falling quirt, the coolness with which she intended to teach the mottled outlaw his lesson. But the next moment Sir Arthur saw something else—something which made him lean forward and throw in his clutch. For a bridle rein had broken under the stub- born tension and the girl was left helpless on her mount. Her mount in fact was already off and away, threading that nar- row ribbon of safety at his own wild will, as free as a ship without a rudder. It was then that Sir Arthur, who knew his machine and what he could get out of her, thrust down his foot and stepped on her tail. He knew what the danger was, just as he knew what was demanded of him. He wasin fact singularly clear-headed about it all, for it was only too vividly reminiscent of his working hours. It was the everyday old movie stuff with which he had toyed and trifled for years—the familiar old mountain road, the stale old chase, the threadbare old thrill of peril in the repeated skirting of abysses. Only in this case it was a chase with a difference. This was a chase, he felt, on which a life hinged—the one life in all the wide and crowded world that was of importance to him. And it was an episode, if judgment erred or a false move were essayed, for which there could be no retake. But he remembered with a gulp of gratitude that he had already worked along that same twisted cafion trail; that he knew its con- tours and its bad spots. The really dan- gerous ground, he remembered, would not come for at least another three or four hundred yards—would not come before they were close up to the sharp and open turns of what an earlier generation had called the Devil’s Stairway. And he knew that everything depended on his pocketing that runaway horse before he ran wild into the trap awaiting him. Yet through it all Sir Arthur remained quite collected. Closely as he had to watch his speed, he was even able to jockey for position as he drew up on the flying horse, for nothing on hoofs could hope to outrun that humming mass of battleship gray. He drew closer, and even came alongside, in sisting on the privilege of the outer edge. He gained foot by foot, deliberately cutting horse and rider off from the sheer drop on his left. He drew in still closer, holding his ground, pinning in the pinto and waiting for his final chance until he was sure of his road. When it came he swerved in sharply, threw over his wheel again, and at the seme noment reached out for the bridle strap, not three feet from his running board. He was on the tonneau ledge by this time, away from the wheel, with the car running wild. 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It seemed so neat a bit of business in fact that the main actor in the hurried drama was touched by a vague regret in re- membering there was no camera man to His thoughts, however, did not dwell long on that subject, for at about the same moment that he saw the girl had contrived to get her feet free of the stirrups and had slipped to the ground he discovered that the outlaw pinto above him was betraying small signs of subjugation. He found himself suddenly lifted in the air, swept off his feet by the upflung body of the pawing and leaping horse. But he hung on blindly, stubbornly, determinedly. He felt a steel-shod foot strike at his head as they reeled and rolled down together. But he hung on. He hung on until a tattoo of fran- tic hoof pounds beat on his helpless face, half buried in earth and sand, and he re- membered no more He emerged once, coming out of that cool black fog of indifferency just long enough to know that a very blue-eyed girl was holding his head in her lap and was trying to wipe away a prodigious amount of blood —_ a ridiculously small square of cam bric handkerchief. And it struck him as odd, and not quite the good form that he had expected, that she should be sobbing and making little moaning sounds of help- lessness as she leaned over him. shoot the scene. vil . WAS a month later, and Whispering Bill and Mossy Edelmann were engaged in a determined frontal attack on a once- formidable-looking luncheon at the Aylwyn studio cafeteria “I s’pose you know the Kid’s out,” ob served Whispering Bill as he rolled a ciga- rette “*How’s he looking? followed suit. “Net so bad, considerin’ what they did to that map o’ his. But old Budansky was right. It’s sure yo our star out o’ the picture game for lif Mossy Bdshnann for a minute or two. “Poor little coot!”’ he finally ejaculated. “Not on your life!’’ Whispering Bill was quick to contend. “That Kid's dead game! He's got his face marked up considerable, I allow. But he ain’t rankin’ himself as no downtrodden wreck, not by a long shot! ” asked Mossy as he " ruminated over this May 22,1920 Why, that Kid’s walkin’ on air! ‘He's goin’ into corners shakin’ hands with himself!” ‘“‘ About being cut off from two thousand bones a week, I suppose?” was Mossy’s mordant comment. “What's two thousand a week to him anyway?" demanded Whispering Bill ‘And this mornin’ when he dropped in to look over those new Robin speed indicators he was tellin’ me that after this he’s goin’ to direct for this here outfit of ours. Says he made a promise to someone that was mighty dear to him to cut out the movie actin’ for life, even if that facial-surgery work is goin’ to iron the seams out of his map. And hands out another six-bit cigar and says he kind feels that this here screen posin’ is kind o’ unmanly when you get on to middle age. That’s what he said And now, Mossy, I puts it to you man to man, who's the Queen-of-Sheba skirt that’s been pinnin’ the double cross on Sir Arthur’s old idea of what’s manly or not? Who's the goo-eyed heartbreaker who’s been hangin’ the Indian sign on the workin’ plans o’ the second-highest-paid male star that ever got a half million dollars’ worth o’ front- page advertisin’ out of a mustang bolti n’ over a cow path? oe “Oh, I suppose it’s that up-stage de- scendant of old King Canute,” acknowl- edged Mossy. ‘“‘And for something right out of Burke’s Peerage, Bill, I never lamped anything in skirts that could throw herself harder at a screen idol than this dame’s been doing with the Kid.” ““D’you know what got his goat there?" demanded the sapient Bill. ‘‘ Well, I'll wise you up. It was that gol-darned blood transfusion stunt after the artcraft ambu- lance had got him into the hospital here. When the rib gave up a pint and a half to pull him through it seems to have gone to his head. ‘‘He’s so all-fired stuck up about gettin’ royal blood in his veins that he’s got to thinkin’ movie actin’ ain’t aristocratic enough for a shorthorn who's set on marryin’ into the crowned heads o’ Europe, removed!” “Marrying?” Mossy. “You Arthur is a ‘That’s what I’m sayin’, son. He’s goin’ to marry the dame. He can’t help it. He hadn't a chance, the way she went after him. But between me and you, Mossy, now I’ve had a chance to squint her over I must allow she’s considerable of a looker.” “Oh, she’s some looker, all right, if you could ever get her half thawed out!” Whispering Bill laughed a quiet contented laugh. “Well, take it from me, Mossy, that dog goned Kid of ours is sure got her thawed! | walks in and sees 'em zooin’ over at the back o’ the property room—and I know!” once echoed the morose-eyed don’t mean to say Si and

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WOMEN IN POLITICS TO THE AID OF THEIR PARTY Continued from Page 13) and it is the business of these women par- ticularly to call together the women in their respective sections of the country and form them into working units, providing them with all the necessary printed matter and information with regard to the national body, its character and its aims. It might be well called the organization committee of the women’s division. In addition to all of which there is a council of one hundred scattered throughout the country, whose members are expected to secure speakers and furnish campaign thunder in its vari- ous forms. But how about ways and means? Well, if the truth were told the most valuable service the women render in their ¢ omple te participation in party activity is in raising money. And the national committee needs money. Mr. Hays told me a story about a man he knows very well who grumbled about party expenses and refused to con- tribute to the funds. ‘‘What do you do with so much money, anyhow?” he exclaimed ‘About two weeks before registering time last year,” replied Mr. Hays, ‘‘did you receive a notice that on such and such a date and at suc h and such a place you were to register?” ‘I suppose I did. I don’t know.” ‘And about a week later did you get a follow-up notice with lot of further in- formation in it?’ ‘Maybe I did. I don’t pay much atten- tion to that kind of mail.” ‘“No, of course you dor t And the day hefore the registration day did you get a fins il warning not to forget to register?” ‘What's all that got to do with it?” And did you register? ai Nw Voluntarily?” ‘Well, it was a busy day for me and to tell you the truth I forgot about it until it was pretty late. Then they sent a car for me.” “Exactly! One of the committee’s cars! Counting postage, paper, clerical labor and automobile hire it cost more than five dol- lars to get you to qualify to exercise the highest privilege of your citizenship. And yet you want to know what we do with so much money! If you were the only sinner you wouldn't matter, but the country is full of men like you. He might have added: And it prob- ably will be fuller of women of the same sort from now on.”” Except that while the privilege of voting is new the women who like it at all are tremendously keen about it. Most of those I have talked with look forward to casting a first vote for a Presi- dent with much the same sensation a girl feels in looking forward to her coming-out party. The Ideal Financial Plan Within the women’s division of the na- tional committee there is a ways-and- means committee. Though, come to think of it, I believe it is called a finance commit- tee. I the frankness of the word ‘“‘finance.”” Everybody pussyfoots about how much it costs to run a party organiza- tion, yet everybody knows that without a party organization—a central and per- manent board of managers—the party, any narty, would be like a ship at sea with its engines out of commission and its rudder gone. The ideal plan, it seems to me, would be to demand a small fee from every man and woman who enrolls as a member of a like party. If this were done, it at least would minimize the necessity for soliciting con- tributions; it would lessen the danger of the capitalistic control we hear so much ibout; seatter the burden of expense as such burden should be scattered in a democ- racy; and give each individual a more sure sense of belonging, not to say a sense of actual proprie torship in the vehicle through which he is permitted to express his will as a self-governing citizens Of course I realize that this brilliant suggestion takes into no consideration the fact that the chief period of possible financial corruption in politics precedes the conventions, when an indi- vidual candidate is at liberty to spend all the money he can lay his hands on in his efforts to secure the nomination; but politi- cally I am anything but mature and have not had time to think up remedies for all the evils and abuses. Maybe we shall have some examples this year that will give us food for thought on this point. The finance committee of the women’s division is subdivided to cover all the states in which women have the vote, and is further subdivided into working units ir counties, cities and towns. Mrs. Charles H. Sabin—whose husband is a prominent Democrat, by the way— is vice chairman in charge of the committee in New York City and her organization has to its credit a record that any man’s organization en gaged in a similar endeavor might well be proud of. She has been able to secure a surprisingly fine variety of teamwork as well as competitive effort on the part of her associates, and the result is a revela- tion. It proves that women are taking their enfranchisement very seriously. Already more than 300 women have contributed sums ranging from $100 to $1000, and an inquiry has revealed that only seven of them ever before contributed so much as a dollar to a political fund. A committee of one hundred was formed, each member of which was to secure $1000 This plan is even now one hundred per cent successful, and no woman was permitted to make things easy for herself by appealing to her ‘men friends to help make up her quota. It all had to come from women One thousand dollars is as much as any one woman is allowed to give. I asked Mrs. Sabin about smaller contributions, and she assured me that they had been innumerable, and had come in many in- stances from women who could ill afford to give anything. “Even school-teachers!”’ she exclaimed. Much Work But No Plums Whereupon every woman present heaved a sigh expressive of painful refiection. The occasion was a meeting in one of the many little rooms at headquarters where I talked with a number of women who are actively engaged in the service of the party and who devote practically their entire time to the work. When I mentioned the splendid privilege of equal participation with the men in party activities and benefits I got a shock. It was like touching a live wire which one had every reason to believe was perfectly insulated, only to discover that it was not. I supposed of course that women in close touch with the party organization would at least pretend to be fully satisfied with the position which had been so skill- fully outlined for them. But they do not; not among themselves at any rate. I was to learn that when a woman becomes a seasoned politician of the professional type she is seasoned with the same seasoning that seasons men, and begins to think in terms of control through patronage and all that sort of thing. Some of these women displ: iyed as clear a conception as any man could have of the vast system of rewards by which parties are sup yposed to be held in- tact, and it was asore point with them that, though they were granted equal liberty with the men to work themselves to death for the party if they wanted to, they were not to expect to be among those present when it came to the distribution of its plums. They might help build the fences, but they must keep out of the orchard. All of which line of talk goes to show that the men have made a great mistake. They never should have given in. They should have kept the women where women belong It is a fact that the women of New York are not talking about anything now but politics and candidates, For more than four years they kept up a steady flow of conversation about the war, and every woman—from those who shine at the of the social ladder to those who clir gto its bottom-most foothold—was engaged in some kind of war work through which, all unconsciously perhaps, she was developing a sense of personal importance in the general scheme of things. With the war finished these same women now plunge headlong and with thankfulness in their hearts, no doubt, for something interesting to do—into the maelstrom of political discussion and competition. 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This may be due to a number of things, but primarily I think it is due to the fact that men are capable of harboring thoughts and beliefs that they can get along without expressing. If political discussion should suddenly be forbidden, women would drop out of politics overnight. It is just that it is so grand to be something definite and effective, not to say dangerous! My, how women do enjoy being dangerous! Yet curiously enough—make no mistake about it—a vast number of women are intelligently interested in and really anxious to understand the problems that confront us. I said, to begin with, that the women of the great mass—and it would be folly to pretend that the average woman has a trained and analytical mind—the women of the great mass are thoughtful about it all and closely attentive to the serious con- sideration attending their citizenship. And I believe this. On the other hand, a great many women have all the time there is unless they happen to be terrifically busy doing something equally as unimportant as anything else they might be able to do. And that is another variety. Take me, for instance, sitting here writ- ing this article, with a political tea which I promised to attend going on at the house of a friend not three blocks away. Every afternoon somebody one knows—or some- body who knows somebody who has met somebody one knows—invites one to a political tea in the interest of some candi- date. And as for dinner parties, there is no such thing any more. A dinner party is just another kind of political meeting. And the way the telephone is kept going makes life one continuous jangle. Perfect strangers call one up at all hours to ask one to sign a petition for this, that or the other candi- date; to contribute to a fund; to attend a meeting; to lend one’s house for a tea; to do a bit of canvassing; to become a mem- ber of a committee; to buy a button; to | read something or other in some magazine about someone in particular; to write a | letter to the newspapers; to do any one of a thousand things. The Strange Lady's Request I happen to live in a large apartment house whose proprietors pride themselves on the character of the service they main- tain, and if she happened to be a stranger to the men on the door my own grand- | mother could not get up to my apartment without being announced. For which fact I have reason now to be devoutly thankful. The other evening a nice lady from some- where in the vicinity called me up. She told me her name in a tone which clearly implied that not to know her was to confess myself unknown, but I did not know her and had: never even heard of her. She said she was a close friend of Mrs. So-and-So mentioning a friend of mine—and said she was doing a house-to-house canvass for General Wood, that the building in which | I live was in her territory, that she had | to get beyond the entrance. tried to get in but had not been permitted And what do | you think she wanted me to do? “But you are living there,” she said, | “and they can’t keep you from doing any- thing you like, so won’t you please do it for me?” “Do what?” “Canvass your building.” “Canvass my building?” ‘“‘Why, just go from one apartment to another and find out who the women are for and then talk to them about the ad- vantage of nominating General Wood and get them to sign a petition for him.” ‘But I’m not for Wood myself,” said I. A long pause, then in a pained voice: “You are not for General Wood?” “Certainly not!” “But may I ask who your candidate is?” I had no wish to tell her and get into a telephone argument about it, so I said: “Hiram Johnson.” “Oh, good heavens!” she exclaimed. “Well, I'm so sorry to have disturbed you. Good-by.” Which was not very polite, was it? If I really were for Hiram Johnson I should have a perfect right to be. Besides, how- ever much one may be opposed to his May 22,1920 views, he is a very able citizen. If he is not there is something radically wrong with our process of selection. He, at least, has risen with the easily countable few to the top of the pot and has had bestowed upon him— or has gathered unto himself—some of our highest honors. I agree with Mr. Herbert Hoover that all the opponents of my candi- date should be treated respectfully. Another day a woman I know fairly well— of the busy-little-into-everything type she is—called me up and said she had been delegated to ask me to join such and such a committee to work for General Wood in my congressional district. I told her it would be impossible. “But why?” she insisted. “Because I’m not for General Wood.” “Oh, isn’t that interesting?” she replied. And I could just see her snuggling up to the telephone as though she were in for a very confidential conversation. ‘“‘Do tell me why you are not!” “T have a good many reasons.” “You are not one of these people who object to having a soldier for President, are you?” “No. Why should anybody object to having a soldier for President when to fight for his country is the highest service we can demand of a man?” Added to the Collection “Oh, I must put that down and use it. I have to answer that objection every few minutes.” “‘But if we are to have a soldier, why not the best we have produced?” “Who's that?” “Pershing, of course. Our commander in chief, who put over the big job as not more than one man in ten millions could have done it.” “But he’s not a candidate.” “So much the better. He was not a candidate for the job of commander in chief either. He was the most surprised man in the United States when he was called to it. But having been commanded to take it he made good in it, didn’t he?” “Well, I should say he did! And, oh, I do love General Pershing! If he were a candidate I certainly should be for him. D’you know if he had been running for President the day he rode down Fifth Avenue at the head of his troops I believe everybody would have voted for him.” “Well, he can’t be on horseback all the time, and he has other qualifications for the presidency besides good horsemanship.” “Yes, I know he has. But isn’t he good- looking!” “That’s a sound political argument in his favor. If you select your candidates by a process of purely exterior observation you are all right where you are. General Wood is pretty good-looking himself.” **Oh, no, he isn’t.” “Say, you're a loyal little henchman, you are! Ifyou are as lukewarm as all that, why don’t you cut loose from the Wood crowd and go over to Hoover?” “I can’t. Nearly all my friends are for Wood and if I were in any other camp I’d be among perfect strangers. Besides, I can’t bear Hoover.” “No? Why not?” “Oh, he’s so far above my head that I can’t get him at all!” “But he is very handsome,” I countered. “Do you think so? He has a certain nobility, but he is very severe. Anyhow, I should be so afraid of him if he ever spoke to me I should drop dead.” “Listen to me, little person,” said I; “you would make an excellent Exhibit A for the side that is agin the Nineteenth Amendment, but I’m out looking for types of the female politician and I thank you for adding yourself to my collection.” Whereupon we both laughed, kissed each other, so to speak, hung up, and no harm done. Away down at the lower end of the resi- dential section of New York—if there is such a section; anyhow, it was away down; a section itself; and such a section!—I encountered a very brave woman. She is a graduate of one of our most notable women's colleges and is a woman of an unusually dignifiedeand clean-cut type. In the days when it was said that two could live as cheaply as one and when one could live very cheaply, indeed, she married a poor young artist. She believed in him and he* believed in himself. He had to do a lot of pot-boiling work, but was true to his main theme and lived in happy anticipation of (Continued on Page 189)

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‘The Fame of the New Mitchell has spread the Nation over, like a prairie fire nats Ry aren ett HERE is a remarkable momentum that has made the New Mitchell an irresistible factor in motor-car buying. We have tried to analyze this situation. First came the sensation at the Automobile Shows nearly six months ago, when Mitchell introduced the new-day body lines —the harmonized radiator, the flowing, graceful motive lines. In the parlance of the trade, it was a ‘‘knockout.”’ This advance style brought unusual attention to Mitchell be- cause hitherto it had been noted chiefly for its sturdiness, depend- ability and economical operation. This meant a new combination of rare beauty and superlative mechanism. Then great production UBLIC approval, yes, enthusi- asm, was forthcoming at every Automobile Show throughout the country. There was not the slight- est doubt that Mitchell had scored a triumph. So the word ‘‘go”’ was trans- mitted throughout our immense plant. Every preparation had been made. Nearly a million dollars’ worth of new machinery had been installed. We had learned many lessons in efficiency during our building for the Government. Soon there started a stream of New Mitchells from Racine to all parts of the country. Dealers sent enormous orders. And re-orders. Never in Mitchell history was there such a sponta- neous reception. Never a more consistent pulling force of public demand. Now, months after HAT we relate above is his- tory. Today there are thou- sands of New Mitchells on streets and roads of every state of the Union. Today the wise buyer can’t af- ford to make a choice without considering the New Mitchell. Every owner of a New Mitchell is satisfied that he has made a wise purchase. He knows he owns a fine-built car at a modest price. He knows he has the latest in style. Furthermore, he has a car built to stay new. He has a roomy car, exquisitely finished. He has an easy riding, easy driving car. He knows there are countless unseen values. He knows that he could find no other car like this Mitchell offering so much at the price. This is the way we want people to feel. The Mitchell policy is to build today with an eye on to- morrow. Thus we insure our fu- ture by winning friends today. A motor shortage this year & all know, there will not be enough cars to supply the de- mand this year. Especially with such a success as the New Mitchell. While we are striving prodi- giously, we advise early investiga- tion, early decision. Thus you will avoid disappointment. See this New Mitchell now. Ex- amine it. Make comparisons. Talk to owners. Arrange for the deliv- ery of the model you prefer. Proof of Mitchell superiority is easy to obtain. And we assure you, once you own one of these New Mitchells, that you will know the greatest satisfaction in your mo- toring experience. a THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ae The New Mitchell Six is presented in four handsome models: 5-passenger Touring Car, 3-passenger Roadster, 5-passenger Sedan and 4-passenger Coupé. MITCHELL MOTORS COMPANY, INC., RACINE, WIS CONSIN

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(Continued from Page 186) the day when he should arrive. Two babies came within three years. They made life more difficult, but added to its brightness and stimulated ihe ambition of their father. Then came the war. Being under thirty years of age he was drafted, but not being able to distinguish an object ten feet away from hira without the aid of strong glasses he was rejected. She wanted him to go io war; she wanted the glory of it and pre tested bitterly against any suggestion that she would not be able to take care of herself and the children. And he longed to go with a mighty longing. But the board of physi- cal examiners would have nothing to do with him, so he went back to the artistic toil, which grew daily less lucrative and less in demand while daily the cost of living mounted higher and higher. They now live in a four-room tenement with a kitchenette. He had to give up his smart little studio when they raised the rent. And at that it was inexpensive enough as expenses are regarded these days. But, saddest of all, he had to give up his whole intention in life. They took the children into first consideration and decided that they must be brought up as carefully and as delicately as though their father had been a successful man. Their mother must devote herself to them; she must be their nurse and take them out into some open place to play for so many hours each day; she must be their cook and prepare their food with an intelligent view to their phys- ical well-being; she must be their sewing woman and keep them clothed as a gentle man’s children should be clothed; she must be their high-class mother and maintain for them an environment that would sug- gest as little as possible to their young minds of poverty and hardship. Why the Women Like Hoover Father would provide the wherewithal. He put away his canvases, his palette and his brushes, and took the only job he could find. He is now a member of a gang and works for a daily wage. But the daily wage is more than he could possibly earn at any- thing else he is capable of doing, so, the high cost of living notwithstanding, his lady wife is saving money with a view to bringing him back one day to his easel and his dreams. In the meanwhile she finds time to inter- est herself in politics. She has gathered together a number of women in her dis- trict and has organized them into a wholly independent but vigorously enthusiastic Hoover Club. This was before Mr. Hoover made his definite announcement. She had no difficulty in telling me why she is for Hoover. She wants a restoration in the country of conditions which will permit her kind of woman and the kind of man her husband is to live, and she believes Herbert Hoover has more sound constructive ideas to work from in any attempt which might be made to bring about such a restoration than any other man in the country. She wants to return to an environment with which she is in harmony; she wants her husband to have a fair chance to work out for himself the kind of career for which he is fitted by inheritance and training; she wants the kind of future for her children that she dreamed of when they were born and for which she is diligently engaged in fitting them; and she knows that none of these things can ever be unless some man is found who can knock into the head of a be-addled world some sanity and some sense of proportion. She is not sure that Mr. Hoover or any other man is capable of doing this; but in her opinion Mr. Hoover is the likeliest man in sight, and if there is anything she can do to help place him where he can begin to function she is going to doit. I asked her if the women with whom she was working had equally intelligent reasons for wanting Hoover, and she said: “‘ Their reasons are not often what you call intelli- gent. To begin with, you know, they are better off for the most part than they have ever been before, so their feeling is not in- spired by anything in the nature of discon- tent. In fact, I have met here and there a woman with a faint glimmering of a true conception of conditions who has been strongly against Hoover because she was afraid that any attempt at readjustment of social conditions would mean a revision of the wage scale downward.” “But with an accompanying downward revision of all other scales?” “They don’t get that, and it is a mis- take to approach them from that angle.” THE SATURDAY “*But surely they get very little more for the money they are earning to-day than they did for the money they were able to | earn five years ago?”’ “Dismiss that from your mind! fiction. I live among wage earners down here; my husband is now a wage earner, and I know what I’m talking about. The only sense you need is the sense of sight to know that the average wage earner is to-day converting into necessities what were to him at one time unobtainable luxuries. I rejoice in their prosperity and want them to have everything their hearts desire—expensive clothes, furniture, dia- monds, flivvers—what not. But I do ob- ject to the pretense that is designed to inflate them further at the expense, not of | the rich or well-to-do, but of the hard- working and necessary large class to which I belong. We have just as much right to live as anybody.” “Have you asked any of the women who have joined you voluntarily why they are for Hoover?” “Yes, it’s a question I always ask. To the average among them Wood and Hafd ing and Johnson and Lowden and all the others are mere names, remote presidential possibilities that mean nothing whatever to them in a personal way. But Hoover, as a kind of inescapable boss, has presided with them over their kitchen stoves for months on end. He means something defi- nite. He has given them direct orders and they have obeyed him. Also, I think there is a kind of fixed belief in a good many of their minds that he alone made it possible for each one of them to help win the war. They like that. Any other food adminis- trator would have done many of the things he did, and the name of any other food administrator, if it happened to be the kind of name adapted to such use, would very likely have become a verb under the cir- cumstances. But theslogan was: ‘Hoover- ize and help win the war,’ and it was a slogan which sank pretty deep into every woman’s consciousness. So there you are!”’ But this will begin to sound like a Hoover article if I am not careful. And it is not a Hoover article. It is a nonpartisan article. Is it not a nonpartisan article? have tried to make it so. A Rooseveltian Democrat At any rate, I have talked with a good many Democratic women and have thought I was being impartial. The difficulty with the Democratic women is that they have nothing to talk about. At least they seem not to have. If one mentions Wilson most of them look self-conscious and apologetic; Bryan—they groan; Palmer—they are apathetic; McAdoo—they are rather scorn- ful; Underwood—they have a good deal of respect for Underwood; Davis—they are not very familiar with Davis yet; | Edwards—well, I have seen a few of them brighten up a bit at the mention of the name of Edwards. In the city of New York teetotal prohibition is not very pop- ular, and the women, almost universally, are as strongly against it as the men, so Edwards in-his capacity as a wet hope rather appeals to them. Not that they really think he would have much chance before the people on the prohibition issue I had a very interesting talk one evening with Miss Elizabeth Marbury, who is a member of the executive committee of the Democratic National Committee and dele gate at large from the state of New York to the San Francisco Convention. These titles make her sound like a very formida ble lady, but she is not as a matter of fact. She is saved from the error of taking her- self too seriously by an unusually keen ap preciation of the humorous side of thing She lived through one period when she was absolutely serious in her political thought, however, and that was when she joined the Progressive Party to support Roosevelt “But if you were a Rooseveltian how does it happen that you are now a Demo crat?’’ I exclaimed. Jecause the only logical switch from the Progressive Party was to the Demo cratic Party. The principles of Progress- ivism as they were enunciated by Theodore Roosevelt almost exactly parallel the prin ciples of Democracy, and are as far removed from the Republican line of thought as anything well could be. I’m a Roosevel tian Democrat, that’s what I am, and the Progressives who went back to the Repub- lican Party became Progressives in the first place merely through personal devo- tion to Theodore Roosevelt and without It’s a | EVENING POST }@4: 02 8s 2 #2 GO ‘ iy ar FiorsHem shoes are the most economical to buy because of their £ quality. They give longer and better service per dollar invested. You can select Florsheims with full confidence _ that you will get value for what you pay—your guarantee is the name that appears in every pair. 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H, PHILADELPHIA, PA, is. \ \ 5 “Home of Better Confections” f f ¥ ; ) Demonstrating the Creaminess of a se Bryn Mews Chocolat ~~ ‘ ~~ ‘ j y Ys l ha ess your cale aint y sen d ‘1. » . ome of ase sad Be yn ~ MawfLiquidCrér es | any reference EVENING POST whatever to what he stood for. His mantle may have fallen on some Republican, but if it did it’s a mighty poor fit . This was rather startling and made me feel that I ought to run quick and hide my candidate. First thing I know they will be reaching out and annexing “wr First Hoover, then Roosevelt! Well, I declare! It reminded me of the German claim that Shakspere was a German. We began to talk about types of women in politics,and Miss Marbury said the type she liked best to encounter and that added the most to her joy in life was the hard- faced now-I' ve-got-t he-vote-you-be-afraid- of-me type. She assured me that such women had besieged her since she was elected delegate at large and that the pleasure it gave them to speak their minds was a beautiful thing to see. For instance, a woman from upstate somewhere broke into her outer office one day and, refusing to give her name, made an imperious demand to see “‘ our delegate.” Another thing you have to do when you get into politics is to be patient with people like this. It ought not to be so, but they, too, are citizens. Miss Marbury admitted the lady, who as a preliminary procedure laid her hand bag, umbrella and muff on a table and squared up a chair so that she could face her victim at close range. She set her lips and paused for a moment. ‘“*Well?”’ queried Miss Marbury. ‘*Miss Marbury, you're goin’ to be our delegate-at-large to nominate a President.”’ ‘To nominate a candidate,’ corrected Miss Marbury. And this added just the little dash of personal resentment which the lady needed to complete her mood of pugnacious antagonism. “Well, to nominate a candidate presidency. All the same thing.” “Let us hope!” ‘“‘What I’ve come here for is to tell you for the some very unpleasant truths, and I’m afraid you're not goin’ to like it.” ‘Oh, don’t stop to consider me. Get it off your mind, whatever it is.”’ Well, Miss Marbury, you are not the | right woman for delegate at large, and if you have any interest whatever in your party you will withdraw.” A pause. ““Yes?"" answered Miss Marbury. “And m May 22,1920 “You know just as well as I do that some of the candidates of the Democratic Party stand for things that the women of this state won’t stand for, and you're not the right kind of woman to represent us. You're not the right class. And you get all your views from livin’ in New York City. Not that many people in New York City are not just as good as people anywhere else, but I could go out into New Y ork State and find fifty women who are better fitted to represent the party than you are.” When Miss Marbury told me this I thought she was exaggerating, but she vowed and declared that it happened just so. “And what did you say to her?” I asked. “I told her that one of her statements proved to me that she didn’t know any- thing about the Democratic Party in the state of New York. I said to her: ‘You say you could go out and find fifty women better fitted than I am to represent the party at the convention. Well, I could go out and find hundreds of women better fitted than I am to represent the party. But they have selected me, so what do you suggest that we do about it?’” And what did she say?” I asked. “She said: ‘You can withdraw!’ And you ought to have seen her face when she said it. ‘But you can’t, can you?” “Oh, I suppose I could if it were a case of life and death, but I told her I couldn’t. Then she laid on the last straw. You know there are women who are born for the job of laying on the last straw. She said: ‘Well, maybe so, but I just want to tell you that when you go to San Francisco you will be answerable to e very Democratic woman in the state of New York!’ And I said to myself, ‘Oh, good heavens!’ “Tell you what I think I'll do,” she added. “I think I'll just pack up every- thing and move out to San Francisco, be- cause whatever we do at that convention is sure to be wrong, and I shall not dare to come back. There is no way to tell you how much interest the women are taking, and women are—women!” Delightful woman, Miss Marbury, and to my mind an excellent illustration of the fact that there is no way of knowing which way the cat will jump. She has all the characteristics of the typical Republican. — IS fully protected by copyright. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST The use of our articles or quotations from them for advertising promotions and stock-selling schemes is never authorized. Table of Contents May 22, 1920 SHORT STORIES PAGE The Cuff Shooter—Arthur Stringer ; 5 Madame Patsy, the Gusher Queen — George Pattullo 10 Wherefore Art Thou Romeo? — Wallace Irwin 14 The Ice Palace—F. Scott Fitzgerald 18 The Reformation— Thomas Joyce 20 Hunches—L. B. Yates 30 SERIALS It’s a Long Worm That Has No Turning—Ferdinand Reyher 23 The Man From Ashaluna— Henry Payson Dowst 26 ARTICLES Columbia, There’s a Jam on the Ocean! — Nina Wilcox Putnam 3 As the Spirit Moves— Dorothy Parker 8 Women in Politics to the Aid of Their Party — Eleanor Franklin Egan 12 Unscrambling the Departments— Donald Wilhelm 16 Forty Years of a Diplomat's Life— Baron Rosen 22 Taking the Earth on High— Enos A. Mills 54 The Town Efficient 72 Prayer— Robert Quillen 144 DEPARTMENTS Editorial— By the Editor 28 Everybody's Business—-Floyd W. Parsons 37 Small-Town Stuff— Robert Quillen . 70 Out-of-Doors 77 Sense and Nonsense 94 A Request for Change of Address must reach us at least thirty days before the date of the issue with which it is to take effect. replace those undelivered through failure to send such advance notice. give your old address as well as the new one. Duplicate copies cannot be sent to Be sure to x CCC OE ————--

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Dra t Mvye The New re a R&M imi, Mme ale lotor THE SATURDAY EVENING POST from photograph taken at the DeLaval plant, Trenton, N Be passing the Government test, pumping 50 gallons per min When the U. S. Navy Department wanted a special portable pump for use in pumping water out of destroyer holds they placed an order with the De Laval Steam Turbine Company, pioneer designers and manufac- turers of turbines and centrifugal pumps. The De Laval Company engineers de- signed a pump to handle 50 gallons per minute against 30-foot head. The specifica- tions required that it should be motor-driven. ‘That meant selecting a motor which possessed known qualities of even, reliable perform- ance under all conditions. The Robbins & Myers ‘Type “*C” 14% H.P. Motor was the unanimous verdict of the De Laval engineers. This R & M-powered pump was accepted by the Government without question, and results have shown a high record of performance. Robbins & Mye Motors & | emda a Robb agai nst 30-foot head The success of this pump has led the De Laval Company to adapt this unit to the commercial market and every pump 1s being equipped with a Robbins & Myers Motor. A uniform record of steady, dependable performance has led R&M Motors to be adopted for motor-driven machinery in many modern plants, and to be made standard equipment on leading makes of motor-equipped devices for store, slice and home. The Robbins & Myers name plate is all you need know about a motor. Look for it when you buy a motor or a motor-driven device. The Robbins & Myers Company, Springfield, Ohio For T-wenty-three Years Makers of Quality Fans and Motors Branches in All Principal Cities ee, May 22,1920

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