The Saturday Evening Post 1924-02-23: Vol 196 Iss 34

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we Oe “THE SATURDAY a pe y ? Z | G POST 5c rHE COPY ~ SY Sa te a Sst 3 PER . 2 ‘ i) ie . » ot AI 4 Susan Meriwether Boogher —Ida M. Evans—P. G. Wodehouse — Floyd W. Parsons Kenneth L. Roberts—Octavus Roy Cohen— Frederick Simpich—Thomas McMorrow

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Westclo When the bed pulls F we only knew when we were enjoy- You wanted it to call you or you would ing sleep, how much more of it there’d not have set it. Chances are you shorten- be. The only time we really appreciate ed your night’s sleep from the other end. sleep is just as we are wakened, and So turn out at the call of your West- must get up. The bed never seems so clox if you want to get on the job on comfortable, the covers so warm and time. You can plan to make up your cozy, sleep so desirable. sleep later. For a clock you can depend The temptation to turn over for just a on, choose one with the trade mark little nap is strong. If there were any Westclox on the dial and six-ccrnered, chance the clock was wrong—but it’s a orange-bordered buff tag. In_ several Westclox and trained to tell the truth. — sizes, prices, and styles. WESTERN CLOCK COMPANY, LA SALLE, ILLINOIS, U.S. A. Factory: Peru, Illinois. Js Canada: Western Clock Co., Limited, Peterborough, Ont Westclox Westclox Westclox Westclox Westclox Westclox Westclox Big Ben Baby Ben America Sleep- Meter Jack o' Lantern Pocket Ben Glo-Ben 7 inches tall. Runs 32 hours, 334 Inches tall. Steady and 6's inchestall. 4-inch dia hestall, Nickeledcase ches tall. Luminous d \ nickelplated watch. Stem Nickel y i wate! Steady and repeat alarm, repeat alarm, $3.50. Lun vick se. Runs 32 hour 4-inchdial. Back bellalarn i hands. Back be nd and set. Neat ha wind and set. Blach $3 so.Luminous, $4.75.In nous, $4.75. In Canada, »p bell alarm, $1.50. In Runs 32 hours, $2 Ir Rus 2 hour inddial. Dependable, $1 iminous dial and Canada, $4.50 — $6.00. $4.50 — $6.00 Canada, $ ( $4 In Canada, $2 $2 In Ca

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST February 23,1924

74 <Bkte t “Oh, Jack! * * * It’s perfectly adorable!” " Foolish!”

* Well, I am foolish over my lovely new ComMuNnITY PLATE.”

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CW. Ludington, Vice PS. Collis Crer er D William Boyd London: 0, Henri Covent Garde Published Weekly The Curtis Publishing Company Inde pe ndence Square .Philade Cyrus H.K. Curtis, President THE SATURDAY George Horace Lorimer EDITOR Churchill Williams, F. 8. Bigelow, AW Neall T homas I Masson, Associate Editors Mt ee cgaay E nterect S. nd-Cla Matter, N ember 18, 1679. etat the Post Office at Philedelphia, Under the Act of a Directo March od, 187* \ddinonel Entry at Columbus, O ° s 1 i M Indian , . tote F ded A’D' 1728 Sy Benj. F khi Seong, ; ounce 72 enj. fFrankiin Mis ' tta Street n.W.C Copyright. 1924, by The Curtis Publishing Company in the United States and Great Britain t red eo 3 andl Close Matter at the Tithe Registered in U.S. Patent Office and in Foreign Countries . Office Department. Ottewe, Caned Thomas B.Costain, Volume 196 ENJAMIN SHEL- DON toyed witha handful of warm sand, letting it sift through his fingers. When the last grains had gone, he lifted his gaze where, on a level with his eyes, breakers careening along the beach like wild horses toss- were ing fierce manes against a fiercer sky. The glitter of the August day was blind- ing. Foraninstant he knew 1 sensation of breathless- here in the fierceness of sand and sea and sun A faint nausea attacked him and passed. He closed his eyes against the burning against the blind- ingness about him, and was aware immediately of a sense of growing comfort; the sand was pleasantly warm, the sunshine warmer. A relaxation stole upon him, a lassitude de- lightfully languorous. He was glad that he had come ness, caught beach, here to spend the after- noon. A thought of Frances and Francie embarking without him on their cruise up the St. Lawrence van strayingly through his mind. If it hadn’t been for the maturing of his life insurance policy and the that had followed he would be with them now For a time he gave him- self up to a consideration of the that had transpired since Friday. That day he had come into possession of the one police y carried that matured before his death. Quite naturally, he had decided to take out more insurance At this point he thought of old man Hamilton, who was president of the silk com ished events events ne pany of which Benjamin was general manager; he thought of the old man’s business methods, his re fusal to permit his associates years ago, had had this particular policy written PIG AUR ®Y® THE coPYr 10% dc. in Canada PHILADELPHIA, PA., FEBRUARY 23, 1924 J AM E $2. O Beauty Was His. He Gave to own any of the company stock. That was why Benjamin, a sort of old-age pension in case his other frugal investments went wrong A queer little smile twisted his lips at the phrase in his thoughts; twenty years ago fifty had seemed quite old, which was ridiculous. He felt as young now—younger than when he had had the policy written. What could,the doctor have meant by refusing him more insurance, weren't so difficult to get appointments with. by suggesting ig that he see »a heart specialist? He wished specialists To have to wait until Tuesday meant three days of his vacation lost. Benjamin Sheldon, stretched prone in the The thought had come to him that upright. than being with his wife his consciousness warm sand of the beach, sat suddenly lolling here alone was pleasanter really A multitude of chaotic fancies were tumbling pell-mell through he’d been tied to Frances’ apron strings their entire married life; was she who planned his vacations, arranged his engagements, chose his friends. it Himsetf to it as a Swimmer Gives Himsetf to the Sea At the thought he opened |} eve incoming tide, the Heedlessly men and girls and « crashing breaker Simultaneously some intangible pani the faces al of the wave stantaneous change in And against the uproar out ar omit aw ) regal seized the a tensene ou In the moment’s registering of the Impression, he the oncoming waves where the crowd barrage of breakers, he ] At once two life-savers plunged rapidly into the wild horses of the waves strokes they seemed to make no progress Benjamin had for a time the impres head and all these silent waiting other were f ion ol were gather an er held } spel S saw, black against the dazzle, nto the antment; a pboun a surf, and w Kaleldosce hildren were romping into the O THE YEAR by Subscription a For all the swiftness toward the bobbi Number 34 USAN MERIWETHER BOOGHER T R A T E OD P RE 5 T oO WM Benjamin found himself blinking and presently ces subsided hard, the chaotic fan very Presently he assured himself it wa natural that when needing to see the specialist quite this came up he hadn't men tioned it to Frances He himself didn't in the least believe there was an: thing wrong with his heart; the insurance companies were overly particular with men his age He had told her business simply demanded his presence town over the week-end, and that he'd join her by rail in time for in a portion of the cruise Lassitude was growing upon him, Benjamin noted with of Beneath sand seemed warmer, about him the tensilying of the deafenin na level with t a sense acquies him t cence ne sunshine was in heat. The waves was be i noise coming a He re, eyes g thing nem, closed to diverting he realized ull The in swilt sight their roa! Was wind that it the f air moving a about him, so swilt was almost cold ar ing contrast to the of the st tumult of the sea wa that r ther impingea upon ! ainaz steady warmth Ihe imshine terrific d mnsclousness yun ce Although he was aware, through ¢ losed eyelids, of innumerantle pessing, rowding figures, | thing of them. iter e heard while his f a Mousness oO warmtt wind and tumult died int: nothingness; he was for a time lost In some deeper oblivion than sleep. A ation as of wild beating drums recalled him shar; to himself. The roar of the Wave Was increasing most he fancied there wa an ominous sound some where in their tumult the ocear pet against th pically the holiday crowd erceness of the churning ort He was aware of an ir the bod a swiit ru! r f all these else si vo t } feet, drawn toward d then, out beyond the ia Dbing head wift up-arm stroke WaT of the ng head if he up-arm swimn and the bhobhi ny

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST swimming strokes against the fierceness of the waves were tirring in a tremendous waste of stillness stood rooted there, the bobbing head was gone was conscious of holding his breath in an help that swimmer sunk beneath the sea. For an was swept by a confused curiosity about him, out his circumstances, life, the woman he perhaps had ved. And then he saw the life-savers had reached the pot where the bobbing head had sunk. With an intuition futility he them memory of the dead man sunk beneath the sea dragged at his consciousness; he found himself looking at each door he passed, wondering if it were his. No one, apparently, knew who the dead man was; no one could know until all these crowding bathers had dressed and gone The habitually musty smell of bathhouses set against the salt freshness of the sea-swept air was acrid to his nostrils as he dressed; a small twilight shut him in with the February 23,1924 As she suid the words she stepped across the tiny chasm between the car platform and the concrete runway of the station, and in the throng was instantly lost. The words reverberated like thunder in Benjamin’s ears—she had spoken his very thought! Benjamin wanted to talk to the girl who had said such words to him. If only he could forge ahead against this mass of people he might overtake her, but she was slipping through the crowds—such a little thing. “*He won’t have to come back!” nim He and a hining And then hi held the i on ofan enchant ment i ne watched with zen wonder this other effort to res cue that swimmer sunk beneath the ah er: | Incredibly, the boat mounted the last wild « ract \ 1 wren D4 _— -— ---—9 3s Tae II AT APO ae ee + EERE ome > FS The words were still reverberating in his ears when Benjamin knew su idenly the sen- sation of exploding rockets and was stabbingly aware of a sharp pain that changed into an overbearing heaviness and crashed him down in the narrowed entrance to the stairs. It seemed to him that people tramped over him But instantly he lost all count of anything but the necessity to coun teract the pain rocketing through him Hestretched his arms out, beating the floor upon which he knelt beating the floor, beating it, beating it in an instinc- tive, blind, mad, desperate effort to . know another ag- ony than this tear- ing at his heart And then, with a crashing cre- scendo of pain, the figures about him, the place, the world, telescoped into oblivion. ——— el chanee it caught and turned completely upsice down, washed over its oarsman’s submerged body and thrown like a toy back upon the beach. A dead man out there,”’ a voice said, passing Benjamin. Che tide’s running like a race horse; he’s yards down the No earthly hope. His body’ll wash up beach by now miles from hers , caught at Benjamin's con he had a sense of personal then his gaze focused on the disembodied ilo of bright hair. Benjamin saw, as the round them, how white the girl’s legs and t the vivid green of her bathing suit. be done,” he heard himself saying in iestion she had asked him he did not know how long a time ago gmentary remark 1 stuck like bur She regarded him with old-child eyes, a little choking As he looked at her, Benjamin saw the sun vanish behind a cloud and all the glittering dazzle of the day go gray. For an instant he was conscious of an interval of distorted sensation. The llingly loud in its roaring, the breakers tower- more furious wild manes. Against the perception was no human sound; it wase ibout him, as if he himself were dumb. rayness of the sand and sea and sky, the uproar of waters seemed suddenly to Benjamin an utterly sinis- He found himself thinking of the dead man out there in the grayness of the sinister sea. In the midst of catch strangled along her throat ter thing this thought he was aware, with a curious annoyance, that girl who had spoken to him was still standing at his looked at her with a feeling of utter detachment, vantly how he could have thought her lo; now, in the leaden grayness of the day, olorless; her flesh was drab against the r suit. Benjamin's gaze lifted from her Too bad, said unemotionally, and moved away. decided at once to leave, take the first train He New York; and with this thought in mind he went | is bathhouse to dress. As he walked along sle between the cell-like rooms, a catching It Was Then That Frances Cotlapsed Unexpectedly in a Chair Near at Hand; Her Arms Flew Out in clothes he was putting on. He was thinking of other gar- ments, tenantless now, their wearer sunk forever beneath deep seas. When he was ready he mounted at once to the concrete walk above the beach and turned in the direction of the trains. Others were leaving too. As he neared the station the crowd grew in numbers. An extremely fat woman was immediately ahead of him. The way she waddled from side to side with the gait of a comic-opera sailor annoyed Benjamin. Her companion was odious too—a skeleton- like man with red whiskers. And somewhere in the throng a young infant was wailing. Benjamin found himself wish- ing he might tell the parents to stay at home until the child was older. Near him he noticed a young girl who was, he decided, tubercular; and simultaneously with his thought she coughed distressingly. Benjamin was con- scious of holding his breath until the air she had tainted was blown away. The crowds were narrowing now at the gateway to the train tracks. The tubercular girl was wedged close to his side. He found himself at last on the train, released from the crowding throng through which he had pressed forward to this comparative spaciousness. No one sat down beside him. Benjamin was confusedly thankful for that; he wanted to be quite alone. He felt, indeed, that he was quite alone. An amazing reaction was upon him. In some unaccountable and fantastic way it was as if the bobbing head sunk beneath the sea were his head; he felt as if he were sunk beneath some sea. As alone as that. Not until the train drew into New York did Benjamin realize someone was sitting in the seat beside him. As he turned to rise, he recognized the girl who had spoken to him on the beach. She looked quite different in her street clothes; she looked older— less a child. He acknowledged at once that her hair did shine Almost immediately they were wedged together in the car aisle, moving congestedly toward the door. Ben- jamin, as if it were sound, became aware of the silence about them. And then her voice said, “‘ Anyway, he won't have to come back.” When Benjamin Sheldon reached home after his attack in the railway station and his stay at the hospital, he was conscious of a sense of strangeness The house he hadn't seen for almost two weeks wore in some inexplicable way an unfamiliar look. As he mounted the steps his sense of strangeness increased; and when he had inserted his latchkey and opened the door it was as if a volition other than his own propelled him over the threshold. He passed at once to the library and sat down. Across from him the desk that had been his since early youth wore a look of orderliness and disuse that filled him with a faint sadness. The mail that had accumulated during his absence was piled neatly to one side; than that, there was nothing on its spotless expanse of blotter. For him, after a few tomorrows, there would be nothing any more on that expanse of blotter. No one, except the doctors and nurses, knew of his ill- ness. Frances and little Francie, gone since the day before it oceurred, on their cruise up the St. Lawrence, could know nothing of it. His business associates, thinking he had joined his wife, knew nothing of it. For the length of almost two weeks he had dropped oui of life. Staring at his spotless blotter, he told himself to have dropped out of life for two weeks was to have dropped out of life virtually forever. And now, clearly, he knew that that was what he meant to do—to drop out of life for the few months that remained to him, to drop out of his business and social and family life; all the life that he had known. A complete realization of the thing that had been in the background of his mind these last few days of convalescence was an illuminating experience. It seemed to fortify him with courage. He felt himself entirely capable of the tasks it meant, of sever- ing the ties that had in reality been severed long ago An empty desk With a curious little smile of detachment and of poignancy he rose from the chair where he had seated himself and approached it. Never to sit behind it again and go over the mails, the accumulation of bills, the tax report! Sicily--Etna smoking in the distance, vineyards, the songs of gay Italians somewhere round about, warm sand a Gesture of Inexplicable Chagrin 08 PPTL NTN ADEA) 1 nn

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. i] | | | | | ) } sifting through his fingers as he lolled on a warm beach looking to the blue Mediterranean. With a determined shrug he shook off his vision and began at once to clear his desk of the accumulation of the years. For an instant it was borne in upon him how little accumulation the years had brought—two drawers of let- ters and an album filled with college snapshots. One he paused over. It was a picture of himself and his roommate in riding togs. The unutterable youngness of the two faces astounded Benjamin. For some minutes he regarded the face that had once been his. And then he turned the page. A girl's profile leaped at him. She wore the balloon sleeves of the period and her hair was done in an absurd pompadoured way, entirely obliterating the contours of her head; but momentarily the ghost of the thrill she once had been was his again. There were other pictures—girls labeled Elsie, Margaret, Vir- ginia, whose last names he could not recall. And there were three men whom he still saw occasionally —the young- ness, the blankness of their pictured faces a mocking chal- lenge to the sculptor, Time. The last few pages of the book were empty. Benjamin. found himself turning the empty pages as carefully as he had turned the others With a hasty gesture he rose from his chair, crossed to the fireplace, kindled a small flame and consigned this pictured collection of his youth to the mounting blaze. At his desk again, he fell to examining the bundles of old letters tied with rotting string. There were letters from his father, his grandfather, other relatives. And several were in Francie’s first handwriting—‘“‘ Dear daddy”’ they sprawled over a diminutive page with a spray of forget-me- nots in the corner. A package of letters in an unremembered feminine hand- writing filled him with a faint interest. He thought he would try reading one before he tossed them into the fire. “Dearest Benjy,” it began, and plunged immediately into the midst of some vivid urgency. Benjamin sat motionless for some seconds, considering the letter in his hand. The thought came to him how quaint it is to possess docu- THE SATURDAY EVENING POST to the details merely said, ‘‘ Hope you enjoy your trip, Mr Sheldon. Rest assured the income from this fund will reach you with promptness and safety.”’ And then Benjamin had followed the young man into a small office, signed a paper and the thing was done In the vaults of the building, when he was locked in the tiny compartment with the long slim box that contained his worldly goods, he smiled anew at the ease with which he was accomplishing so radical a thing for him—for any man—to do. Then he fell to work assorting the bonds and certificates of stocks that he owned. He was not a rich man, Benja- min reflected with something almost of pride in the realiza- tion; everything here had been earned slowly, carefully, laboriously, and treasured through the years. For an instant his fingers paused in their task of sorting the fold ers. He was thinking of the long years he had worked, the details, the ceaseless constant press of affairs. Old Mr Hamilton’s face was before him as he thought of business And suddenly Benjamin dropped the bonds he held in his hands; an access of inconsequential emotion lifted him to his feet, set him pacing the length of the tiny cell. Out of the depth of his consciousness had flooded blackly a bit- ter fury against Mr. Hamilton, against business. For an instant very clearly he saw himself as submerged by busi ness, eaten by it, destroyed—hard, grinding, grueling work. Well, he had progressed; thére was no one old Hamilton so depended upon. But he had made hisson, just out of college, vice president ! The fury upon Benjamin was so unexpectedly intense that he found himself beating the polished paneling of his tiny cage. But it passed as swiftly as it had come. Witha conviction of absurdity, he reseated himself at his lock box, a faint apology in his manner. He told himself that of course the old man had made the boy vice president Didn’t he own all the stock? Hadn’t he kept it a close corporation all these years for this very thing? Hadn't he, Benjamin, known always that this was going to happen? Had he really expected to be made vice president? Had he ever really expected it? And at once he answered, ‘“‘No!"" He wasn’t the type for such a position. If he had been a showier man, more of a fighter, more domineering, he might have forced this recognition from old Hamilton When he had looked clear through this matter that a! ways he had found it expedient to shunt off, he experienced a feeling of satisfaction —another angle of things faced and braved and conquered. It was with something like a thrill of expectancy that he finished his labeling and arranging and rose to leave Tomorrow early he would go to the office, present his resignation to old Mr. Hamilton. Let him think what he pleased When Benjamin had gone through his mail he leaned forward to the bell at the corner of his desk. His secretary answered at once, and he said, ‘‘ Will you see if Mr. Hamil ton has come in yet And tell him I want to speak to him’’—he glanced at his watch—‘‘at 9:30.’ The girl nodded and left the room Benjamin rose from his desk and crossed to stand at one of the windows that looked down upon the street. Di rectly opposite was a factory building. He could see the girls ironing what seemed to be folded nightdresses or chemises, and slipping sheets of blue tissue paper into the fronts that they had ironed. Benjamin had seen the girls at work thus for unrecorded years, but he noticed them today consciously for the first time. One was a little thing She looked almost a child, and her eyes were superlatively large for her small face. Benjamin noted how quick her fingers were in their tasks with the iron and sheets of tissu paper. He found himself wondering about these girls, separated from him by the width of a narrow street—-and all the distance of the universe He would, he realized, never see any of them again in all his life--his life. A short time only With a sense of lingering regret, he turned away from mentary evidence of some- thing we have forgotten Here was irrefutable testi- mony of an episode of his youth— its urgency, its au- thor lest in the oblivion of the years. He smiled at last, a faintly tragic smile. And then the letters fed the dy- ing blaze that had consumed his pictured youth. Than these few things there was nothing in the desk except canceled checks, finished check books and in- numerable folders, neatly calendared, of receipted bills. The bills, except those of the last three years, he de stroved too. He rose when he had finished; a glow of ac complishment was upon him “T who am about to die salute you,” he seemed to himself to be saying as he stood an instant regarding the emptied desk before him In the fireplace the last of the receipted bills and can- celed checks were smoldering to ash. He stood immobile until the dying sparks had flickered into nothingness. Then, with something of an elasticity in his tread he had not known for years, he crossed to the door and passed out. Besides the break with his business associates and Frances and little Francie, there was his deposit box to go over and the matter of the insurance-policy money to be placed in a trust fund for his maintenance. He must purchase his passage to Italy too. At the trust company it was amazing with what swiftness and ease the mat- ter of the trust fund was accomplished. No one, ap- parently, thought strangely of his plan, or questioned it in any way. The official who turned eos him over to a clerk to attend “Your Mother Needs You, Francie,"" Benjamin Totd Her the window and the sight of the little girl wit! perla- tively big eyes and such swift fingers, and reapproached his desk He had finished the accumulation of his mail There would not be, for him another mail A ense of happiness wamped him with warmth He tried— and failed — to re member ever having felt as he was feeling now the re lease of it was like a wine gone to his head His eve swept the offices Across from him, on a level with his gaze, was a picture f his college campus, it trees misty withspring. And vith an irrelevant v ine he remembered an occasior horti before graduatior when he and some of the fel Ww id roamed about all ghtinamood of exaltation d aicohot Momentaril) he perfume ot that untor yottetr spring were ' igual syringa and lilac and eafing tree He was giad, ridiculously, that his college , demanded no breat And then he saw that it was almost half past ne He rose and left tie closure of his office passing swiftly the length of the main floor hetween counters where ‘ A clerk, he ted, Wa inrolling a bolt of blue-greer ih millowing it from it board with quick little tos ng gestures For a moment the blue-green silk created Benjamin's mind an illusion of wave It occurred to him that here was an ocean of lk, that all his life he had been submerged in an ocean of silk, sunk beneath it But he had come to the president’s door. Mr. Han ilton looked up with his near sighted glance as Benjamin SUNS entered Continued on Page 95

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST February 25,1924 by Kenneth L. Roberts etween urope n hu yreat apit ul of land to the iday or two by air in x hours or so; but t of Europe eparatle 1 from \ the north by other liflerencesthatare rapidly over wide differ ces, forexample, nners, habit 4, political principles nd other things Phere are many é xplanations as to e differ here 1or Americar road or any other Polish road at harvest time, he encounters both of the peoples that have poured into America from Poland bythe hun dreds of thousands in the past forty years; and it does not take him long torealize that they do not answer to George Washing ton’s characteriza tion of the citizens of America in hi Farewell Address, as being persons who, ‘‘with slight differ have the shades of ences, same ners, habits political ciples e On each the the man and prin side of road, cutting wheat, bind and stach ing it, are the Polish peasants ing it ligration author! day after day, ire confronted by ittempts to break down and evade our immigration laws; and the attempts are usually made by Eastern and South ern Europeans in behalf of other Eastern and Southern seldom by Northern Europeans Naturalization records show that a large percentage of iuropeans become American citizens, but that age of Southeastern Europeans become t muropean Northern Contrasting Characteristics I'S conducted by the United States Army showed hat the mental ability of the Southeastern European below that of the Northern and Western European and Western Europeans govern themselves bet an Southernand Eastern Muropeansgovern themselves lorther: opposition to restrictive immigration laws, when don racial grounds, comes from the representatives of Southeastern European groups and not from representa of Northern or Western European groups (American consuls in Europe daily encounter, among the falsifications and at Southeastern Huropeans, forgeries, tempts at bribery as a part to beat but don't of their campaign the American laws; American mneuls liscover these th orthern imong ind Western i uropeans There ms be contro versy over the statements 1 America there controvers\ yvver them in are common is no Kurope. They knowledge, as the Roauefort incontrovert that has an ble as tatement cheese offensive odot There are differences be tween Poland and Sweden n the eves of | urope; but s of the American mmigration the dif- scarcely exist, for allowed to in the eye laws ferences each country 1s end to America 3 per cent of the number of its people who resided in America at the the 1910 Let us glance at Poland ind Sweden from an immi- gration viewpoint. They are worth the glance, for by time of census of A Group of Swedish Emigrants in Stockhotm Waiting for Their American Visas nearly 26,000 emigrants each year—enough to pile up into a city the size of Boston in thirty years’ time; while Sweden is permitted to send 20,000 of her citizens to America each year This discrepancy seems unreasonable when the 1920 census shows that 69 per cent of all Swedes living in the United States at the time of the census had become Amer- ican citizens, while 28 per cent of those from Poland had become citizens. One finds difficulty in understanding why our legislators, after coming to the conclusion that America was getting too many unassimilable aliens, and after nerving them- selves to cut down the numbers, as they did in 1921, should admit a large number from a country whose emigrants obviously don’t readily become a part of the American people and let in a smaller number from a country whose emigrants equally obviously de become a part of the American people. The road from Warsaw to Cracow, like the roads from Warsaw to Russia or to the Baltic or to Germany or any of the other main roads of Poland, runs with undeviating monotony across endless flat plains. If one travels this the producers. The women and the girls work side by side in the fields, hour after hour, day after day and harvest after harvest. They are great workers, these women and girls; broad-faced, with the high, wide cheek bones of the Slav; broad-shouldered, straight-backed, deep-bosomed, wide-hipped, big-thighed, thick-ankled: slow-moving and slow-thinking, but veritable draft horses for work, and ac customed to the work of draft horses, they and their mothers and their grandmothers and their great-grandmothers before them, and even more distant ancestresses moving slowly and stolidly behind the fog from which the peoples of Central Europe emerged. The Itinerant Trading Class HEY ants of Europe; but different in their manners, habitsand political principles from the people who settled America and freed it from the grip of the French and the British and laid down its form of government Traveling up and down the road in the morning and the late afternoon are the traders and middlemen, crowded into their springless and seatless carts, drawn by wrecks of horseflesh, go- ing from the smaller towns ire good people, lovable people, like all the peas- to the larger towns in search of things that may be bought and sold at a profit, or returning to their homes after a day of trading. It is they who buy the harvest the Polish women and girls are reap- ing, and carry it in their carts to the market places of the towns. They travel the Polish roads by thou- sands and of thou- sands, buying and selling, selling and buying, all very different in their manners, habits and political princi- ples from the Americans of George Washington's day, but anxious to leave Poland and go to America, where the buying and selling are brisker and more wide- spread today than in any other country in the world. As one travels along the Cracow road from War- saw one passes through small towns here and there; which tens grace of the 3 per cent law Poland sends to America Polish Traders in the Rag Market at Warsaw Who are Anxious to Emigrate to America and eventually, after a couple of hours of riding,

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one reaches the town of Grojec, which is a replica of hun dreds of Polish towns. The cobbled market place straddles the main road. Around the market place are grouped the shops of the town, decorated with pictorial signboards purporting to convey to the most illiterate a correct impres sion of the shops’ activities On market days the market place is crowded with mer chants, dealers in everything salable and many things that appear unsalable—such things as scraps of tin and bits of string and discarded boxes and the tongues or eyelets of hoes and buckles from harness and broken ce mbs and old cans and suchlike oddments. Each merchant has his hooth, and among the booths wander the Polish peasants who come to buy In winter the market place of Grojec is bitter cold. On a dry summer day it is hot and dusty and filthy, and on a wet or even moist summer day the cobblestones are coy ered with a black slime so that the locality seems a trifle more filthy than on a dry summer day The business prospects of the peddlers who fill the market places are very poor, just as they always have been, for competition has always been very great and their clientele has always been very poor. The ablest and most astute traders graduate from the booths of the market places to the banks and money-changing houses of the towns and cities; and those who are left in the market places are almost uniformly unsuccessful, wretched and willing to take desperate chances to improve their condition It is in the market places of the towns and cities in Poland, from Grojec up to the great Rag Market in War- saw, that one finds the most articulate of the many residents of Poland who hope some day to emigrate to America. Why They Want to Come NY American who appears in these mar- LA ket places is instantly surrounded by eager prospective emigrants, young and old, men, women and children; and all of them, without knowing the American’s occupation or his reason for being in Poland, at once take it for granted that he can supply them with complete information concerning their prospects for getting to America at ar early date. Their violent and determined nterest becomes embarrassing in the ex treme, for in their eagerness they press ardently against the American and follow » closely that he finds it difficult to escape the fragrant and vermin-haunted contact him s I visited Grojec last summer in the com pany of a young man from the Warsaw consulate. After investigating the market place we adventured in narrow alleyways whose sides sloped dangerously and abruptly to the narrow open sewers that ran down their centers. The alleyways led into small foul courtyards surrounded by squalid dwel lings, and out of the dwellings swarmed THE SATURDAY EVENING POST wretched women and children to see the strangers and then to inquire concerning America and the possibility of getting there soon W hole families and sometimes two or three families lived in each of the small, noisome, bar ren rooms of these ancient build- ngs; and the mothers of the children had in their childhood lived in similar congestion and filth, as had their grandmothers and great-grandmothers and more distant ancestors before them Men materialized rapidly also, probably brought in from the market place by a chance rumor or some subtle sixth sense. Some of the men were going to America and their pas- sage had already been paid by relatives in America. Practically all of them, men and women, claimed to have relatives in America. Every one wanted to go to America. Said one bearded patriarch, “If we had money we would all go.” Polish Peasant Girts Harvesting a Crop of Wheat of Poland are almost exactly alike in the percentages and the types of people who would go from them to America if they were permitted to do so by the American immi gration laws When the American consulate in Warsaw was filling the quota for 1923-4 it requested applic ants for visas to fill out questionnaires; and from these questionnaires the following nformation was obtained: From more that 18,000 applicants for American visas in Poland, nearly 12,000 were women and a little more than 6000 were men. Only 519 paid their own steamship passages, so that the passages of 17,500 were paid by relative and friends in America. Nearly 14,000 were unmarried Little Skilled Labor N' ARLY 9500 had no occupation, 2500 were domestics, 3800 claimed to be killed workmen, and 2208 followed mi cellaneous occupations such as farm laborer laborer and merchant Amor y the sh illed workmen, the largest l rs, 1S4 clerks, 810 dressmakers, 107 milliners, 408 divisions were 154 bakers, 131 bart saw-Cracow Road Another bearded patriarch, who seemed to be the buddy of the first bearded patriarch, thrust out his lips with a whoosh of protest “No!” said he Mone doesn’t count! We can alway find money. All we want is permission to go.’ A third asked anxiously what chance there was that the Amer ican immigration law would be made easier. Another drew my companion from the consulate to one side, extracted a roll of American dollars from his pocket and offered to pay him well if he would help him to ob tain an American visa from the Warsaw consulate without go ing through the necessary for malities Men and women alike de clared that their chief reason for wanting to go to America was the very bad business condi- tions in Poland, coupled with the high cost of clothes and food Grojec, Kaluszyn, Skiernie The Cobbied Market Place of Grojec, Poland wice, Warsaw—all the towns eamstresses, 316 shoemakers and 573 tailor Typical Traders Traveting on the Wars Whether there i a crying need in Amer ica for barbers, dressmakers, seamstres and tailors is not definitely known, but the chances are a thousand to one that there is not and furthermore, the impression has sprung up in recent mont! because of the loud and pitiful cries of sundry large manufacturers that the country 8 need if any run more to engineer ind miners and plasterer and plumbe rs and laborers, and so on, than to milliners and barber Thirteen persons out of the 18,000 who filled out the questionnaire were engineers, seventeen were masons, six were miners, four were paper hangers, five were plasterer and five were plumbers —scarcely a sufficiently large pro portion of the 18,000 to alleviate the suffering of the large manufacturers Now it has been prett vell established through several years of reliable investigation of one sort and another that to Amer ica from Poland in the past few decades have been undesi: a large number of the immigrants who have c« able There are some who still argue the point with more cr less heat; but if the question is put up to unbiased Amer icans who are in a position to know— consular officers, let us say, and diplomatic representatives and newspaper men ig, em phatic tones, and with a noticeable lack of conservatism and so on they are quick to state in loud, penetrati that most of those who have been emigrating from Poland to America of late years are not at all desirable Furthermore, it is a fairly well recognized fact that one seldom gets what he wants unless he knows what he want In the matter of immigration, America has a fairly good idea Continued on Page 138

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST i Wish Mether Woulid Take Me to Migiers Next Winter HERE was a sound of revelry by night, for the first Saturday in June had arrived and the golf club was holding its Fairy lanterns festooned the branches of the chestnut trees on the terrace above the monthly dance ninth green, and from the big dining room, cleared now of its tables and chairs, came a muffled slithering of feet and ound of saxophones moaning softly like a just missed a short putt. In a basket chair in the Oldest Member puffed a cigar and listened, His was the peace of the man who has reached the plaintive man whe ha hadow vell content the age when he is no longer expected to dance A door opened and a young man came out of the club house. He stood on the steps with folded arms, gazing to left and right. The Oldest Member, watching him from the His brow ind he had the indefinable look of one who smitten in the spiritual solar plexus Ve whe re oung man brooded larkness, noted that he wore an air of gloom was furrowed has been all around him was joy, jollity and song, this The sound of a high tenor voice, talking rapidly and entertainingly on the subject of modern Russian thought, now obtruded itself on the peace of the night. From the further end of the terrace a girl came into the light of the rns, her arm in that of a second young man. She was The light shone his high forehead and glittered on his tortoise-shell The girl was gazing up at him with i adoration, and at the sight of these twain youth on the steps appeared to undergo some sort of pasm. His face became contorted and he wabbled. Then, ture of sublime despair, he tripped over the mat tumbled back ind pretty, he tall and intellectual nmed spectacles verence an wit} and i pe into the clubhouse Che couple passed on and disappeared, and the Oldest nber had the night to himself, until the door opened mce more and the club’s courteous and efficient secretary The scent of the cigar drew him to where the Oldest Member sat, and he dropped into the chair beside him trotted down the ste ps ‘Seen young Ramage tonight?” ‘He was replied the asked the secretary tanding on those steps only a moment ago,” Oldest Member. ‘‘Why do you ask?” I thought perhaps you might have had a talk with him found out what's the matter. Can't think what's come to him tonight. Nice, civil boy as a rule, but just w when I was trying to tell him about my short approach on the fifth this afternoon he was positively abrupt. Gave a sort of hollow gasp and dashed away in the middle of anda a sentence The Oldest Member sighed ‘You must overlook his brusqueness,”” he said. ‘The A short while back | was the spectator of a little drama that explains poor lad is passing through a trying time It Would Do Her Rheumatism So Much Good" By P. G. Wodehouse ILLUSTRATED Br M. L. everything. Mabel Patmore is fiirting disgrace- fully with that young fellow Purvis.” “Purvis? Oh, you mean the man who won the club bowls championship last week?”’ “‘T can quite believe that he may have disgraced himself in the manner you describe,” said the Sage coldly. ‘‘I know he plays that noxious game. And it is for that reason that I hate to see a nice girl like Mabel Patmore, who only needs a little more steadiness off the tee to become a very fair golfer, wasting her time on him. I suppose his attraction lies in the fact that he has a great flow of conver- sation, while poor Ramage is, one must admit, more or less of a dumb Isaac. Girls are too often snared by a glib tongue. Still, it is a pity, a great pity. The whole affair recalls irresistibly to my mind the story The secretary rose with a whir like a rocketing pheasant. oi the story,’’ continued the Sage, “of Jane Packard, William Bates and Rodney Spelvin, which, as you have never heard it, I will now pro- ceed to relate.” “Can't stop now, much as I should like “It is a theory of mine,”’ proceeded the Oldest Member, attaching himself to the other’s coat tails and pulling him gently back into his seat, “that nothing but misery can come of the union between a golfer and an outcast whose soul has not been purified by the noblest of games. This is well exemplified by the story of Jane Packard, William Bates and Rodney Spelvin.”’ “All sorts of things to look after “That is why I am hoping so sincerely that there is nothing more serious than a temporary flirtation in this business of Mabel Patmore and bowls-playing Purvis. A girl in whose life golf has become a factor would be mad to trust her happiness to a blister whose idea of enjoyment is trundling wooden balls across a lawn. Sooner or later he is certain to fail her in some crisis. “Lucky for her if this failure oc- curs before the marriage knot has been inextricably tied and so opens her eyes to his inadequacy as was the case in the matter of Jane Pack- ard, William Bates and Rodney Spel vin. I will now,” said the Oldest Member, ‘‘tell you all about Jane Packard, William Bates and Rodney Spelvin.” The secretary groan. “T shall miss the next dance,”’ he pleaded. **A bit of luck for some nice girl,” said the Sage equably He tightened his grip on the other's arm uttered a choking Jane Packard and William Bates said the Oldest Member—were not, you must understand, officially en- gaged. They had grown up together from childhood, and there existed be- tween them asort of understanding the understanding being that, if ever William could speed himself up enough to propose, Jane would accept him and they would settle down and live stodgily and happily ever after. For William was not one of your rapid wooers. In his affair of the heart he moved slowly and ponder- ously, like a motor truck, an object which both in physique and temper- ament he greatly resembled. He was an extraordinarily large, powerful, oxlike young man, who required plenty of time to make up his mind about any given problem. I have seen him in the club dining room musing with a thoughtful frown for fifteen minutes on end while endeav- oring to weigh the rival merits of a chump chop and a sirloin steak as a luncheon dish. A placid, leisurely 1} QeeMe a tee BLUMENTHAL February 23,1924 man. I might almost call him lymphatic. I will call him lymphatic. He was lymphatic. The first glimmering of an idea that Jane might possibly be a suitable wife for him had come to William some three years before this story opens. Having brooded on the matter tensely for six months, he then sent her a bunch of roses. In the October of the following year nothing having occurred to alter his growing conviction that she was an attractive girl, he presented her with a two-pound box of assorted chocolates. And from then on his progress, though not rapid, was continuous; and there seemed little reason to doubt that, should nothing come about to weaken Jane’s regard for him, another five years or so would see the matter settled. And it did not appear likely that anything would weaken Jane’s regard. They had much in common, for she was a calm, slow-moving person too. They had a mutual devo- tion to golf, and played together every day; and the fact that their handicaps were practically level formed a strong bond. Most divorces, as you know, spring from the fact that the husband is too markedly superior to his wife at golf; this leading him, when she starts criticizing his rela tions, to say bitter and unforgivable things about her mashie shots. Nothing of this kind could happen with William and Jane. They would build their life on a solid foundation of sympathy and understanding. The years would find them consoling and encouraging each other, happy married lovers — if, that is to say, William ever got round to proposing It was not until the fourth year of this romance that I detected the first sign of any alteration in the schedule I had happened to call on the Packards one afternoon and found them all out except Jane. She gave me tea and con versed for a while, but she seemed distrait. I had known her since she wore rompers, so felt entitled to ask if there was anything wrong “Not exactly wrong,” said Jane, and she heaved a sigh “Tell me,” I said. She heaved another sigh “Have you ever read The Love That Scorches, by Luella Periton Phipps?” I said I had not. ‘I got it out of the library yesterday,” said Jane dreamily, ‘‘and finished it at this morning in bed. It isa very, very beautiful book It is all about the desert and people riding on camels and a wonderful Arab chief with stern yet tender eyes, and a girl called Angela and oases she asked. three With Painful Steps, Tripping

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a — and dates and mirages and all like that. There is a chapter where the Arab chief seizes the girl and clasps her in his arms and she feels his hot breath searing her face, and he flings her on his horse and they ride off, and all around was sand and night and the mysterious stars. And somehow oh, I don’t know ‘i She gazed yearningly at the chandelier. “IT wish mother would take me to Algiers next winter,” she murmured absently. ‘It would do her rheumatism so much good is I went away, frankly une ought to be more careful. They put ideas into girls’ heads and made them dissatisfied. I determined to look William ip and give him a kindly word of advice. It was no busi ness of mine, you may say, but they were so ideally suited isy These novelists, I felt, to each other that it seemed a tragedy that anything should come between them. And Jane was in a strange mood. At any moment, I felt, she might take a good, square look at William and wonder what she could ever have seen in him. I hurried to the boy’s cottage “William,” I said, ‘tas one who dandled you on his knee when you were a baby, I wish to ask you a personal ques- tion. Answer me this, and make it snappy. Do you love Jane Packard?” A look of surprise came into his face, followed by one of intense thought. He was silent for a space. “Who, me?” he said at length. “Yes, you.” ‘Jane Packard?” “Yes, Jane Packard.” “Do I love Jane Packard?” said William, assembling the material and arranging it neatly in his mind. He pon dered for five minutes. ‘‘Why, of course I do,” he said. “Splendid!” * Devote dly , dash it ‘Capital!’ “You might say madly I tapped him on his barrel-like chest “Then my advice to you, William Bates, is to tell her so.” ‘Now that’s rather a brainy scheme,” said Willian, looking at me admiringly ‘Il see exactly what you're driving at. You mean it would kind of settle things and all that?” * Precisely ‘Well, I've got to go away row — it’s the Invitation Tournament at Squashy Hollow but I'll be back on Wednesday. Suppose I take her out en inks on Wednesday and propose “A very good idea.” At the sixth hole, say’ At the sixth hole would do excellently “Or the seventh?’ “The sixth would be better The ground slopes from the tee and you would be hidden from ¥ view by the dog-le g turn ans ‘Something in that.” ‘ % »* y - ; yi.’ “My uy? aA or a couple of days tomor own sugyes- tion would be that you © somehow contrive to lead her into that large bunker to the left of Wot the seventh fairway ‘s,s “Why? ea “i 7 5 so- Dm ; ~ Pt me hades fit litle From Time to Time, He Stoshed to the Shore. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ‘“*T have reason to believe that Jane would respond more readily to your wooing were it conducted in some vast sandy waste. And there is another thing,” I proceeded earnestly, ‘“‘which I must impress upon you. See that there is nothing tame or tepid about your behavior when you pro- pose. You must show zip and romance. In fact, I strongly recommend you, before you even say a word to her, to seize her and clasp her in your arms and let your hot breath sear her face.”’ ‘“Who, me?” said William. ‘Believe me, it is what will appeal to her most.” “But, Isay! Hot breath, l mean! Dash it all, you know, what!" ‘] assure you it is indispensable.” ‘Seize her?”’ said William blankly. “‘Precisely.”’ “Clasp her in my arms?” ** Just so.” Zz . } \ ( William plunged into silent thought oe ' once more “Well, you know, I suppose,” he said at length. “You've had experi ence, I take it. Still Oh, all right, I'll have a stab at it.” “There spoke the true William Bates!"’ | said. ‘“‘Go to it, lad, and heaven speed your wooing!" In all human schemes—and it is this that so often brings failure to the sub tlest strategists—there is always the chance of the unknown factor popping up, that unforeseen x for which we have made no allowance and which throws our whole plan of campaign out of gear. I had not anticipated anything of the kind coming along to mar the arrangements on the present »ecasion; but when I reached the first tee on the Wednesday afternoon to give William Bates that last word of encouragement which means so much, I saw that I had been too sanguine. William had not yet arrived, but Jane was there, and with her a tall, slim, dark-haired, sickeningly romantic-looking youth in faultlessly fitting serge. A stranger to me. He was talking to her in a musical undertone, and she seemed to be hanging on his words. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on his face and her lips slightly parted. So absorbed was . aware of my presence the sky line ve “William not arrived yet?” “Hoy!” said William , She turned with a start I walked to where he stood, leaving Jane and Mr. Spel “William? Hasn't round with us.” For a Moment He Paused on the Bank, Sithouetted Against the Summer Sky she that it was not until I spoke that she became and I he? Oh! vinin earnest conversation, with their heads close together ‘ No, not yet. I want to introduce I say,”’ said William in a rumbling undertone, “who's 4 youto Mr.Spelvin. Hehascome the bird with Jane?’ . to stay with the Wyndhams for 4 man named Spelvin. He is visiting the Wyndham a few weeks. He is going towalk I suppose Mrs. Wyndham made them acquainted.’ Naturally this infor mation came asashock to me, but I masked my feelings and greeted the young man with a well-assumed cordiality “Mr. George Spel vin, the actor?” 1 asked, shaking hands “My cousin,"’ he : said. ““My name is Rodney Spelvin. I do not share George's his trionic ambitions. Lf I have any claim to may I say renown? — it i as a maker of harmonies “A composer, eh “Verbal harmonies,” explained Mr. Spelvin. “I am, in my humble fash ion, a poet “He writes the most beautiful poetry,” said lane ‘He has just been reciting some of it to me.’ “Oh, that little thing?” said Mr. Spelvin depre catingly. ““A mere mor ceau, One of my juve- nilia.”’ ‘It was too cute for words,’ persisted Jane “Oh, you,” said Mr Spelvin, “have the soul to appreciate it. I could wish that there were more like you, Miss Packard. We singers have much to put up with in a crass and materialistic world, Only last week a man, &@ coarse editor, asked me what my sonnet, Wine of Desire, meant.’’ He laughed in- dulgently “IT gave him answer, ‘twas a sonnet, not a min- Ing prospectu It would have served him right,”’ said Jane warmly, “if you had pasted him one on the snoot !”’ Jane Spun Round in Anguish At this point a low whistle be- hind me attracted my attention, turned to perceive William Bates towering against Continued on Page 69

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10 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST February 25,1924 SENTENCE REMITTED FLAGG, JR., switched his tan ot with his smart new riding and ascended the porch steps with jingling of new spurs. He lowered his i 3 ebrows, puffed out and downy cheek LUSTRATED BY Cc. J. By Thomas McMorrow McCARTHY How do I know what It was nearly six years ago? you've been doing with the money? all mamma’s money, wasn’t it?”’ “T gave it to her,’”’ protested his father. “That’s a very mean re mark, governor,” said Jur j ‘ ind glared at a old who was sitting tout (4 ; ' gentleman ys i 1 rocker and oiling a fish Vie x ? here, governor,” id sternly. “‘I want to 0 you Coming, Junior, com "murmured his father, iing to work on the clenched his re eating underjaw He was ngry, and he would umed a black and daunt g frown if his Immature had permitted of t grimace; Junior have ature he succeeded oking very peevish with his { that ing old gentleman t bought him a had put him off with a riding cos angry AUS pro nae on and ture and tired and ih a posi Junior was sick of his father’ dodges, now at last he wa tion to have it out with him said ina ‘when lL eall you ‘Grovernor, ” he ng tone, * insist upon vou coming promptly I do not wish to constantly to you Come here at himself into a stretched out his legs threw he switched, and puffed his tomact? “Coming,” said the old “Don't I want to gentleman leisurely ret mad, Junior keep these bali bearings all together and not be looking You've let this rusted up, Junior, ants to be ready lor you tomorrow morning Going to drift off Staten Island for flounders, are you, for them / t w and 2 Wey Sige ior. “If you gave it to her it was hers, and you oughtn’t to have the throw it up to her, particu larly since she is dead. It’s what a cad would say. The money was hers and she gave it all to me; not that I begrudge you anything you've had of it. I think until he’s twenty-one a man ought to support his father, ata!levents. Though it isn’t like as if you weren’t plenty able to support yourself ii you weren't around.” “Stop it, Junior!”’ the old gentleman, bristling but not at all through anger at his son. “*Who put sucl damnable notions in my boy’s head? You've been talking tosomeone. Who’ been talking to you, Jun ior?”’ “Nobody,” said Junior. “T guess I got a head of my own. And who could talk to me out here in Brooklyn, where people only come to governor, do you know why they put the Subway under the river in stead of on a bridge? So’s people could come over here without being seen. Ha-ha! I guess that’s enough for You won't see me here any longer than the wait between cars I’m going over to New York Say, governor, Brooklyn is where the wise people come from. Yeah, and New York is where they go!”’ These ancient vaudevil lainies—which are tickling to Brooklyn audiences when stated with a difference rather staggered the old gen- tleman. He had no quick meanness t able to lay cried sleep? Say, this one-horse town. lunior? Well, they do say the weaks have struck in off St. George, but ai * shrieked Junior, refusing to be beguiled s New York Bay from his place on the of the little cottage on the westerly slope of And stop that confounded ‘coming,’ and ntleman. You're not a waiter now and | don’t propose to put up with it. Do you understand?” coming,” said his father, approaching ‘Here we are. And now what was it about? father what's troubling the boy. Do you want Junior? That's it, no doubt. Well, boys will be \ fellow has got to spend a bit and keep up his end. You just let them know you're as good as they are, Junior. Keep up your end like a gentieman. If they say A, you say B. How mucn?” s | don’t need to ask you for my own money,” maintaining his quarrelsome tone. ‘Keep , and don't talk like an old fool.” His father kept cautiously silent, who was high-spirited and gallant fly into an utter fury if opposed. He iimself upon the floor and kick; he would against a wall and would glare through true that old Harvey had not witnessed such a several years, having consistently quailed at His father’s complaisance ippeased Junior somewhat. Now he put off his comba- tiveness and returned to the grim and commanding tone in His father —a stout old gentleman with clean-shaven red face and wistful blue sat upright to evince attentiveness, and lifted and and flat feet Come here! into a glance acros front porch Bay Ridge try to talk like a ge “Coming, Junior tlat feet Cell hi money on DOYS “T gues said Junior, He pouted wickedly wing that his son, } of temper, would would throw } head butt hi tears. itis tantrum in the prospect, of inciting one which he had begun the conversation eyes let fall his large “It Was All Your Fautt, Governor.” “Yesterday, governor,” said Junior, drawing a legal document from the breast of his jacket and opening it, ‘I was twenty-one. Where is it here about my being twenty- Oh, yes, this is it; right here in my mother’s will. There it is. It says, ‘Until my son Harvey shall have reached the age of twenty-one, when this trust shall cease and determine.’ Cease and determine, governor that means you; twenty-one—that means me. Yes, governor, you're going to cease and determine, like mamma wanted, because yesterday I was twenty-one.” “Is that what it says?”’ said the old gentleman, ventur- ing a glance past the lad's narrow and lumpy-fingered hand. Having seen for himself, he let himself sink into a more comfortable attitude, which chanced to bring his hand across his mouth. He took his thick forefinger between his lips and massaged it reflectively. “Well,”’ he mumbled slowly, “‘all right, Junior, if that’s what it says. All right, whatever mamma said— whatever it means. -I never read it. I never gave it a thought. Twenty-one—to think of it! Twenty-one! Little Junior is twenty-one. Well, well, time goes by.” “Twenty-one past,’”’ said Junior. “I was twenty-one yesterday, and now I'm over it. I’m a man now, governor, since yesterday. I guess I could have been the President of the United States since yesterday. Yes, sir-ree! Then maybe you'd treat me like a man and not be taking ad- vantage of me, and living off me and robbing me, for all I know.” “Robbing you!" repeated the old man, aghast. “How do I know?” snapped Junior. ‘You've been living on my money, haven't you, ever since mamma died one? “Don't You Call Me Governor Again, You Miserable Young Loafer!"’ retort, and Junior launched unopposed into what was probably a set speech. “When a man is twenty-one, governor,” he said, “‘it’s about time for him to be master in his own house. He can take charge of his own money, and if he loses it, that’s his lookout. He should begin to live his own life and not be a child any more. I’m very grateful to you, governor, and all that sort of rot; but every tub has got to stand on its own bottom, and I’m going to do the same. Being that I am twenty-one past, and seeing that all the money belonged to mamma anyway, I don’t need you any more; but you are quite welcome to hang around—if you don’t interfere with my plans. I might as well tell you that I notified th trust company yesterday that they’d have me to deal with after this. You can draw a check to my order for whatever money you got in the bank; I had all that explained to me by —never you mind. “The opportunities that you’ve let pass by to make big money are something wicked, but I'll show you a thing or two from now on. I don’t believe you handled the estate right at all; I'll bet it isn’t much bigger now than it was when mamma died; and just pick up any old newspaper and look at what I would be worth if you’d had the com- mon horse sense to buy when the market was down! A born fool would know the market was coming back.” *‘Junior,”’ said his father in an uncertain voice, “did you notify the trust company for sure? You don’t mean all this you're saying, do you, Junior? You're just fooling, aren’t you?” “For goodness sake, don’t be childish about this, gov- ernor,”’ said Junior, beginning to pout again. ‘I’m talking business now, man toman. I’ve got to live my own life and show independence of character. Of course, I wouldn't be

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small about it; or do they?” Old Harvey arose and walked to the house door; he looked at the clouds darkening the sky over New Jersey; his lips quivered as though feeling for the words **Looks mighty like rain,” “If you go fishing, you want to watch out crossing the steamer track, those tugs go belting along and don’t care. There'll be a fog. Good—good-by, Junior. Take care of yourself.” He was still staring at the clouds; now he turned with an effect of haste and entered the house. Junior’s hands had tightened on the arms of his chair; now they relaxed. He sprang up, ran down the front steps and so to a corner drug store. He called up a number on the Broad Street exchange “Hello, Parrott,” he ‘This is Flagg-—-Harvey Flagg, you know, over in Brooklyn Oh, sure, that’s all right Say, Parrott, I told the governor, like you said Well, a little bit No, he wouldn’t fight; you don’t know the governor, but he knows me. . . . Yes, I did feel a little rotten about it. I’m funny that way; but, of course, business is business. See you tomorrow?” your clothes belong to you, I guess he said quietly. said mI + IOLET,” said Junior to Miss Violet Trefusis, squeez- ing her shapely hand, “you've certainly made an awful hit with me. I'll bet you’re a good sport too!” “‘Red-hot,”’ confessed Miss Trefusis, and she raised her large and candid blue eyes and let Junior’s vampire glance sink and drown in their depths She did not withdraw her hand; rather, she clutched Junior’s more firmly, until it ceased wriggling and holding. She raised his subdued digits and inspected them critically in the light from the rose-shaded lamp that stood on her marble-topped table. a great deal about hands. She had held the capacious hands of big men, the hands of artists, pickpockets and gamblers, the massive maulers of pianists and pugilists. She didn’t think much of Junior’s fist; she thrust it into a bowl of water and told him to keep it there “You're a rogue, Arf-and-Arf,”’ she “All Wall Street men are. But I’ll say you have the life of Riley. I see you in here at all hours.”’ Miss Trefusis knew business nervous and elegant said the *‘A man has to be well groomed to do business Street,” said Junior, passing his other hand over his smooth cheek, on which an electric massage had just induced a becoming bloom business.” “Particularly the said Miss Trefusis as she fished the hand from the bowl and dried it on a little towel She smeared the nails with rose paste prefatory to bur nishing them. ‘‘ You ought to have your nails done every day, they’re so delicate. You got such nice nails, too, if they were only attended to right.” “Say, Violet,” said Junior, ‘‘what are you doing to night?” “I’m taking my mother to the movies,” said Trefusis. *‘My mother is the best friend I got in the world and I would do anything for her. Gee, what I think of my mother! She’s crippled and I’m taking care of her job to take care of her, too, I'll say, out of the salary I get in this dump. Three dollars a week Of course, there's the tips.” “Of course,” said Junior, looking serious “How do you like the job?” “T think they look swell. They're nice you’re done with them “The best tippers,’’ said Miss Trefusis, putting her tool ‘“*A man’s appearance counts a lot in our hands,” nails now that aside, ‘“‘are Wall Street men. They’re awful hard to please, but when you satisfy them they do the right thing. They’ re red-hot sports; I'll give them that money, hey? “Of course,”’ said Junior ““T wouldn’t care if you never gave me a cent know I don’t mean anything like that, Harvey was Just saying Only I supporting my mother. Gee, if you knew what I thought of my mother! Say, she’s my best friend. I don’t know how I could get along at all if it wasn’t for my mother She's crippled, too, and the way them doctors charge is a You didn’t have to do Say, boy, there’s nothing half-and-half Oh, thank you, Harvey! that, you know about you, if 1 do spoof you a bit : bout your name caution Miss some Can you imagine? Anyways, what's a dollar or so to a Wall Street man that makes such big You The way I am I wouldn't take a tip from anybody, only I need every cent I can get on account of THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 11 “Come on out for ’ invited Junior. “K. O., if we make it snappy,” said Miss Trefusis, cen- sulting the clock on the wall of the gleaming barber shop “It’s six now and I got to get home to my mother. She worries.’ a bite, will you? f it and Her are generically young ladie Her full mouth was large, her nose was Miss Trefusis hed her bac! kinks out walked with a queenly gait to the rear of the shop She rose, ar¢ to get the hgure in the excellently « was queenly, if queer prime of health and strength face wa olored, her lumpy, her eyes were set in at an angle; but was very pretty She was far provocative removed from the facial standard of Greet Miss Trefusis titillated men's and to feel their their pulse made beauty caused them to prance eyes, hastened gallantry, oats, brightened the their them pull dowr vests and cough. The sight of a bony-nosed and hard-faced Greek goddess could not have been so toni She pulled a turban down over her copper-hued hair, slapped her face several times dinner The waiter in a fashionable her a dinner card and was ready to go out to it handed “Cherrystones?”’ suggested Junior Or will we have oyster cocktails?” ‘I don’t care much for shellfish,’ she said doubtfull ‘Well, I guess I w Say, where does it ill have both, and that will settle Royal porterhouse with onions Arf-and-Arf will have—let me see. Say, you don't mind ears a bit, do you? Say, the air in that me hungry. It’s mountain air when you come right down to it, be hop is aired by a pipe that comes down from the roof iy here and potatoes ivonnalse Lead me there, And then we if I lay shop always makes back my ause the Cigarette smoke and steaming towels don't more than flavor it. I wonder if the bluefish is good here Well, we will try it and find out The way I am, I will try everything once. Say, how would it be if we had a calf’s head vinaigrette as a side dish, so we could hit it if we missed our stroke on the bluefish” What's that? Oh, no, I am not up to desserts yet; but yu could tell him to put aside a jot of Nesselr anyways vl pu iding Continued on Page 104 “‘Who are You?"* He Demanded Brusquety. ‘The Name is Parrott, Mr Bates"'

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1 ) REST Hi laughter-in law moved her head in a pretty gesture John Powell’ hed ograciou d enjoy better if faithful wn in coffer yT iteful it many gi Is, who'r d hother ad more mone d leave She i} rird cup coffee for hi that ivage v n good, impulse lat her only showed is nerve were get e and worse pushed back hi tted toa and submi each cheek, resist fierce desire to He recognized yriptom with a Li When nan got so id that he pleasure all-fired he might : tell ited having a girl an shim, girl ki ving to himself pry as ever a little pity on your won't you?” Amy heek | just hate to the old office when today, patted his « let you go neal look so tired,” Powell managed to laugh, harsh and hol nin his own Tired, before he even started day's work! He surveyed himself in the hall mirror as ugden helped him tenderly into his coat, and the image tartled him. No wonder Amy noticed it! Tired? He surrendered the feeble word; he looked a whole lot worse than that! They were right, Amy and the boys and that businesslike kid doctor, with his rubber-faced hammer tapping at your knees and that do-funny strapped around your arm to see if you had any blood pressure or some other newfangled excuse for a hundred-dollar fee Yes, they had the right of it. Even this six-hour day to which they'd persuaded him was too long now for old John he wasn't fit any more to ride downtown in his limousine at half past nine, like a stock gambler! He was through all through. No use trying to pretend he wasn’t Leaning back in the cunning ease of the cushions, John aghast at the discovery that he didn’t want to reach the end of the drive, that he actually hated the thought of his office and the weight of responsibility that would lower on his shoulders when he passed the door » told himself, a real rest, com- it was only fair for Bill and Sam to For just a moment he was jealous of ‘d had a pretty soft life of it so far, everything , padded years of school and college; ing, lazy holidays in Maine while the old man sweated in the city; ready-made jobs waiting for them when they drifted home from the final vacation in Europe; all the they could They wouldn't have iny right to grumble if John Powell dropped his burdens now for them to lift and carry; he'd earned his title toa little rest died, He detested the sight of his office. The big still room op pressed and suffocated him with a sense of prison. He giowered at his desk with only a sullen approval of its bare plate-glass top, the fresh blotter and the shining silver ink- wells. A clear desk, the sign and symbol of executive effi- iency —there wouldn't be any ragtag and bobtail left for i successor to clean up. He felt a lift in his mood as he touched one of the pearl buttons inset in the dull mahogany and greeted the responding secretary with his normal abrupt courtesy She placed a thin sheaf of letters before him and seated herself beside the desk. She was not in the least like Amy firm-jawed woman in severely businesslike shirt sound was ears had Powell Powell pitied himself, Ly ile'd earned a rest, he ind permanent; their turn now them. They they wanted —easy money spend ever since, before he a brisk, waist and skirt, and yet something in her glance reminded John Powell mysteriously of his daughter-in-law THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 5S FB ff FT 8B SD B Y “Was a Time When a Feller C'd Marry AU the Washing Machine Anybody Needed. Ain't No Pith to the Women These Days" “I’m sorry there are so many,” she said. “I did my best to sort out all that didn’t need your personal attention, but 4; Powell nodded. “I guess I can handle these.’ He dealt deliberately with six entreaties for funds with which to re- lieve Armenians from as many assorted disasters, with an opportunity to endow a chair of social science at Mariposa University, with an invitation to prepare his autobiography for publication in Method’s big series entitled Dynamo Men, and lifted a penciled scrawl] on a sheet of cheap ruled paper that was the last of the heap. Dear sir: 1 got your check alright and the place looks good only for the weeds. They'd ought to be cut so they don’t go to seed. I can hire it done reasonable and oblidge yrs truely Jay F. DUNLAP. Against his will, John Powell felt his mouth relax as he read the letter through again while Miss Hegan’s pencil stood patiently at attention. His self-pity lessened, yield- ing to an approving realization of his foresight about even this. Plenty of good business men took it for granted that when they were ready to rest they could do it anywhere, anyhow, and when the time came found themselves facing a new job utterly unprepared. Some of them, for want of a definite plan, lingered on in harness till they dropped; some of them tried to get interested in collecting dreary junk; some of them fell back on golf, doddering old nui- sances about country clubs, their names a byword and hiss- ing in the mouths of the young squirts they envied. Not John Powell! He’d worked all his life with the idea of getting some real rest at the far end of it, and he’d been canny enough to foresee that resting couldn’t be properly done offhand by a man who had never tried it, to prepare for it just as he had provided against every other predict- able emergency. John Powell wouldn't have to drag his tired old legs after a golf ball in the name of pleasure, or strain his eyes to see the difference between real wormholes and the handmade sort. If his time to rest had come at last he was ready for it, ready to rest as he had worked, with all his might-—with an efficiency, he told himself, of something like 98 per cent. Jay Dunlap’s letter inspired him with a certain eager- ness, deepened his feeling of impending escape from the pressure of affairs. He resented Miss Hegan’s presence, as if in some fashion she personified all the rest of the men and women who, nominally at work for John Powell, had be- come his insatiable taskmasters, demanding an ever- growing effort from his swiftly failing strength. February 23,1924 By HUGH MACNAIR KAHLER DOeNAL D TF &#4GwWes “*"Thet’s ali,*’ he snapped. “I’m not going to answer this one.”’” He folded it and slipped it into his pocket. She hesi- tated uneasily. To Pow- ell, her capable features seemed to imply disap- proval. ‘Well, well,” he prompted, “what is it now?” The tip of Miss Hegan’s efficient nose quivered strangely. *“*You-—you tired!’” Amazingly, un- der Powell's unbelieving stare, she exhibited the phenomenon of tears. ‘‘It just k-kills me, Mr. Pow ell! You’re wearing your self out.” ‘There, there now.” He was abashed by the display of ashamed of enjoying its look so emotion, himself for evidence of a purely personal loyalty “If that’s all that worries you, cheer up. I'll tell you something — I’m quit ting—rightaway. I know when I’ve got enough nobody has to tell me how tired I am!” Her eyes opened very wide. Again the eloquent tremor of the tip of her nose seemed to presage tears, and he fore- stalled them shrewdly “Get W. H. and S. B. up here,” off my mind right now.” Old habit told on Miss Hegan. She manipulated the dial of the automatic telephone with a sure, swift hand, and her voice was again the voice of the office, quiet, imper direct. Powell listened to a brief, elliptic debate Still holding the receiver, she turned to him “They’re both in conference,”’ she reported. ‘Miss Wesserman says she has orders not to interrupt them for anybody.” “*She understands who wants ’em?”’ veins swell in his neck and face. “Yes.” Miss Hegan’s tone was pacific general order, you see heads John Powell’s anger died as abruptly as it had risen Discipline— the of efficient management—lost its sanctity the minute you began making exceptions. He'd drilled it into his people that nobody in the Powell organ- ization was above the law. “All right. Have her tell ’em when they finish.” The door shut on her soundless retreat. The blended music of the steamer whistles drew him to the broad win- dow, but the thronging traffic of the burdened stream had suddenly lost its old appeal. He was sorry for the river, laboring under that mounting load. He pulled Jay Dun- lap’s letter from his pocket and read it through again, as if to reassure himself of a refuge where all this turbulent hurry could not follow. His weariness lifted a little. He felt as if the gyves that chained him to his treadmill had re- laxed their grip; he realized, suddenly, the absurdity of his waiting for Bill and Sam to finish their conference—what had John Powell to do with discipline now? There was a joyous sense of escapade in breaking the com- mandment he had set up; he felt pleasantly lawless as he walked past Miss Wesserman’s startled stare and opened the door of Bill’s office without even waiting toknock. He even liked the surprised impatience with which the three men looked up from the littered table, the way the displeased faces changed at the sight of him. Bill got to his feet. “Why, what’s wrong, father?” His tone was solicitous and there was trouble in his eyes. Somewhere in the back of his brain John Powell noticed that Bill had forgotten to address him as J. P. “Want to talk to you and Sam,” he said. His eye dwelt on the third man, a stranger. “Oh!” Bill laughed uneasily. ‘‘ You don’t know Barlow, do you?—my father, Barlow.” His tone changed. ‘Could you wait a bit, father? Barlow’s due back in Chicago to- morrow, and we’ve got to settle these plans for the new foundry before train time.” “New foundry?” John Powell’s head lifted sharply ““What new foundry, and who’s Barlow? Never heard of him.” he ordered. ‘“‘I'll get it sonal, John Powell felt the “Tt’s your own Conferences between department basis

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“Sam and I didn’t want to bother Bill's voice was soothing. ‘‘We knew it would worry you when Sillsbee quit, and we just handled it ourselves. About this new foundry, you see a The blue prints on the table revived John Powell's weari He suddenly resented Barlow, young and eager and you with it ness competent, a bulldoggy fellow with one of those tiresomely dynamic personalities bristling about him like a hedgehog’s quills. ‘Never mind,” he broke in impatiently me with these ‘Don't bother trivial details now. I want to talk to you boys.” His eye brought Barlow two ste ps nearer the door before Sam found his voice “Hold on, father; let us finish with Bar catch his train and de “Plenty of trains snapped Won't have to wait long anyway.” He nodded to Barlow. The faces of his sons ministered to his satisfaction as the bulldog man tiptoed out ‘Just want to tell you I’m quitting nounced low so he can tomorrow,” John Powell right now,”” he an “Earned a rest, I guess. Time for you two to get your necks under the collar. Make a mess of it, of course, but you'll learn. One thing —don't come bothering me to straighten out your tangles. I'm done with busi for keeps.” ness He saw his sons exchange glances. There was a short ilence before Bill spoke for both. ‘It’s—it’s a shock, father, springing it on us this way; but I’ve been expecting it, of course. We’ll— we'll try to muddle along without you somehow.” He glanced at a ruled slip. “I’ve got a free hour at 3:30. Suppose I come to your office then to go into it thoroughly.” John Powell laughed. Ought to know me better by this time. Ever know me to do anything before I was ready, or to back and fill a min ute after I was ready? Told you I was through, didn’t I? Meant it. By 3:30 I'll be as far away from here as I can travel in the meantime. Just wanted to let you know, He shook hands with them both. that’s all **Good “But—but you can’t just vanish like this, you know! protested. ‘‘There’s no end of things to settle.”’ Ever know me to leave any loose ends?”’ His father wagged his head. ‘‘ Been ready for this any day for the last three years; all worked out and in the safe— proxies on my sam stock, fifty-fifty between you, resignation, power of attor ney--everything. Pitt can explain anything you don't un derstand. Put on my hat and go-—-slipshod management if I couldn't.” Again they exchanged glances. John Powell enjoyed the dawning respect with which their eyes came back to hi ‘Well, | might have known you'd do it this way.’ Bil wagged his head slowly. “It’s a shock, but : “What are you going to do with yourself “T’'ll bet you've got that all framed up too.’ “Of course I have.”” Powell grinned at his ‘Think I'm letting go of the limb without looking to see where I'] drop? "Sam put ir sons sales end to you. Common sense to look ahead. Wher I get out on the farm “Farm?” They echoed the word in chorus, doubt in both voice “Yes said John Powell “Watched too many old fools try to do it around town, traipsing over Europe, hanging about club for me! Worked 100 per cent all my life—going rest the same way now!” He saw that they were impressed again with him; Only place where a man can rest all over,” not to They agreed he was absolutely right about wanting to get away from work. They questioned him about his farm ‘Just a little one— eighty acres, mostly woods and pas ture lot. First-rate brook to fish in and a comfortable house. Had it fixed up some, of course—bathroom and furnace and electricity. Shipped up a lot of books too Never had a chance to read much.” “How about servants? You don’t intend to try to lool after yourself, do you?” **Got a lot of queer ideas of me, haven't to that end of it first of all. Man who sold me the place lives there; had him on the pay roll for four year His wife keeps house—first-rate cook.” They wagged their heads admiringly. He was obliged at last to remind them of What's His Name, waiting to finish that conference, in order to cover his retreat. In the cor ridor he filled his lungs deep. That was the right way to quit—to have things fixed so that you could step out with out any more fuss than if you were just going home for the night. He slipped out through the main offices, pleased to observe that nobody looked up from a desk Twenty-four hours later he climbed down from the scuffed steps of a day coach to a platform of worn plank novels you, Sam? Saw Been ready for this ever since I turned over the THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 13 y, paintless station melancholy man who it a ding Ihe drooped in the seat of the buckboard beyond the platform moved his head in greeting, but did not otherwise disturb himself, John Powell stowed his bag carefully behind the eat; | held the leather-cased fishing rod between his knees as the languid horse dawdled into motior ‘Trunks come?” he demanded. Jay Dunlap made an inarticulate sound of assent ‘Get ‘em out to the house all right?" persisted Powell. ‘Have any trouble handling them?” Dunlap’s negative sound “Hired it done,” also was inarticulate , he said without haste. ‘‘ Reasonable Powell's frown erased itself almost before it was properly formed. He leaned back, complacent again. Probably he could learn this new business of resting for himself, but it wouldn't do any harm to have the precept and example of an expert Fishing been good ‘Kind of give it up,” alter Dunlap a placid silence lie he asked said Mr seemed to decide, with some reluctance, that the speech required elu cidation “He tty got a notior I'd ought to clean ‘em for her.”” He meditated gloomily ‘D'know what's got into womenfolks, these days Ain't got no pith to ‘em, you might say John Powell nodded happily take He hadn't made any mi i BROAD slice of ham spatted 4 the griddle had begun in token of its readiness for batter; but these stimuli stirred only a feeble response in John Powell's appetite. He shuf fled his slippered feet across the s« of the floor boards, resenting his weariness as a fraud, a proof that he'd been cheated cheerfully in the pan and to send up faint smoke sign rubbed velvet He wasn’t rested, even after a full week of this; he admitted, more tired than ever sleep, too, lying awake to wonder how Sam and Bill were getting along and drifting into uneasy dreams just about the time the roosters began their day’ He'd be wrong evidently; he'd have to give up this notion and tr something else—go abroad, perhaps, or join a country club and see if there was really golf ball. The screen door squeaked and slapped shut again turned to glower at Jay Dunlap, bringing in Was, he He'd begun to lose work er any fun in batting away at He the covered Continued on Page 74 He Detested the Sight of His Office. The Big Still Room Oppressed and Suffocated Him With a Sense of Prison Se

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST N THE wall of the United States Ship- ping Board hangs an English text dated 1681. It is this office THE TRApE’s INCKEASE As concerning hips, it isthat whic h everyene knoweth ind can say they ire our Weapons ‘hey are our orna are our they ments, they trength, our pleasures are our defence profit ibject by them is rich, the King through them ire our nade dom trong; them is mighty; in them, ina manner, we live, the Kingdom is, the King the Prince in 1 word, by reigneth Since man first discovered how the eas run together the world has been that kind of place andaship has been that shape of thing Al! of which we le arre d dee ply and knew We learned it in enteenth when the eountry the sey century mother By GARET GARRETT February 23,1924 perishing there. The Navy had not preserved it, be- cause it had never imagined itself to be the custodian of it. In the days of our maritime power the differ- ence between a wooden merchant man and a wooden warship was not so great but that any shipbuilder from Maine to Georgia could build one as well as the other. One day in about 1885 we came sud- denly awake to the fact that we had neither a merchant marine nor anavy Not only did we lack both the equipment and the knowledge sary to produce a modern warship; we had where the knowl- edge might be ac- quired. When the Congress began at length to move its mind on this situa tion it came to the conclusion that the neces no school was resolved to monopolize the trade of the Amer ican colonic for British ships, and colonial products for English markets, except such as she did not require; and colonists were free to sell for themselves But as there was no this surplus the anywhere south of Cape Finisterre. market south of Cape Finisterre for Virginia tobacco and good Newport rum, the contumacious colonists built them i merchant marine of fast, dogged little ships and sent their surplus where they pleased. In the year 1700 one- third of the whole trade of Boston and New York was illicit, outlaw trade. Smuggling was upheld by public opinion. We knew it in March, 1776, when the Continental Con- gress authorized American vessels to fit out as privateers and carry on an armed trade in defiance of the crown. The King of England knew it too. He wrote: ‘The die is now cast. The colonies must either submit or triumph.” Four months later the Declaration of Independence was signed; and of the signers, one in four was shipmaster, merchant, smuggler. John Hancock was the prince of smugglers and was at that time under penalties of £100,000 for the offense of having moved American produce in American vessels contrary to British navigation laws Turning Inland From the Sea Wt KNEW itin the War of 1812, which was won on the Merchantmen, coasting vessels, fishing smacks and pilot boats took letters of marque and fitted out as pri- 862 vateers to harry the enemy's commerce. Washington was sucked by British troops; but in the English Channel, in mid-Pacific, on the Great Lakes and in the Caribbean, the American Navy fought a series of brilliant duels, losirg only one; and in three years 515 privateers captured more than 1300 British vessels, most of them merchantmen with valuable cargo We knew it for a long time after that, and we were a maritime power, sailing the fastest, smartest ships in the world ‘he American navigator was the first to drive a hip full speed through the night; ‘all others hove to at indown. Our clipper ships, molded like yachts, haughty with sail, ran circles round the globe. They charged for speed and had the choosing cf freight, when slow British vessels, even in their own trade, were lying idle. We knew it still in 1854, when Commodore Perry sailed his squadron across the Pacific and knocked on the door of Japan in the name of the United States. That door had been sealed for hundreds of years. The Japanese opened it a little and asked what all that noise meant. Commodore Perry said: “It means that you cannot stay shut up like this forever. You must learn how to live in the world and trade. The A Clipper Ship —the Fastest, Gallantest Type of Merchant Sailing Craft the Wortd Ever Knew. Shipbuilding Genius and Made the United States a Maritime Power world is now that kind of place, and whatever you think, you are obliged to accept it instead of trying to hide behind the sea.” They said they would think about it seriously if only he would please go away. When he came back they were ready to sign a treaty and the door stood open. Then we began to forget it. There are several explana- tions, all of them sound; and yet when they are all made one still wonders a little why. There arose the distracting slavery debate, which culmi- nated in the Civil War; and as the war between England and France in the time of Napoleon had greatly assisted to throw the maritime power of the world into our hands, so the Civil War served to throw it back again into the hands of England. Much ship tonnage was destroyed during the war, and a great deal more was either sold to England or transferred to the British flag. Just then the character of a merchant ship was changing very fast. The evolu- tion from wood to iron was taking place, and in this the English had two advantages. They could give their skill and imagination to it while we were engaged in war; and whereas in the making of wooden ships we had been fa- vored by having the raw material near the water, now this factor was reversed in England's favor. Formerly she had been importing ship timber from Scandinavia and more distant places, whereas her own ore and coal for iron-ship making were on the sea. When at length we emerged from war our gaze was inland. The Union Pacific Railroad was building. The thought of crossing the continent in a week by rail, when by the fastest clipper ship it had been a three months’ journey from New York to San Francisco around the Horn, totally engrossed our imagination. With our railroad building, our great industrial beginnings, our in- ternal empire making, we became utterly self-absorbed. A great maritime power gone suddenly headlong inland! Plausible in every aspect, yet strange. At all events we forgot it. What we had learned so deeply in the seventeenth century, what we knew when we signed the Declaration of Independence, what was con- firmed in the War of 1812, what we said to Japan and what that meant—we forgot it all. We did not forget how to build wooden ships; but wooden ships were becoming obso- lete. We knew how to build steamboats and lakers, be- cause they belonged to the ecstasy of internal development. But the merchantman and the warship now commanding the sea were two new species of animals, not one as before, and we did not learn to build them. In twenty-five years the art of deep-sea shipbuilding was practically extinct among us. The tradition survived in only two or three yards on the Delaware River, and was American people ought to know how to build their own It Was Evolved by American warships, instead of having to buy them like a South American country; and thereupon it was necessary to send young men abroad to learn the lost art, even as Japan was doing at the same time. A Disappearing Science NE of the first battleships built in this country after our coming awake was the Texas, and she was built on plans purchased from an Englishman. We were very proud of her, though the plans were imperfect, and she was really not much of a battleship. She was old before she was built It took fifteen years to evolve in this country a technical school competent to instruct naval officers in the art of shipbuilding. Thereafter the Navy Department, in its own yards, and in private yards largely supported by naval contracts and managed by retired naval officers, nourished and carried on all the art of deep-sea shipbuilding there was. But for this it had disappeared entirely. There was no other way; and yet this was an inverted way. The art ought to be self-sustaining and always existing in private yards for the Navy to draw upon. But if you have no merchant marine you will have no self-sustaining private shipyards. We had abandoned our merchant marine; therefore we had no private shipyards, except to build steamboats, lakers, coasting vessels and harbor craft. In those twenty-five years of inland preoccupation not only did the science of deep-sea shipbuilding disappear; the habit of relying upon foreign ships to move our foreign commerce and carry us around the world became fixed The Government could and did build a navy. Having imported the knowledge from abroad, it taught American steel mills how to make armor plate and guns; it went on from there with American imagination until at length we had a power in the art that was uniquely our own. But the Government could not itself build a merchant marine in time of peace, and all efforts to encourage private enter- prise to build one by means of subsidies or indirect aid were repeatedly defeated by public indifference. The popular instinct of self-defense was satisfied in the possession of a navy coming rapidly to be second to none in the world. It seemed impossible to make people realize that a navy alone was as a sword to a man whose arm is tied at the elbow. When the warship became a fearfully specialized thing, no longer a stout and gallant ship on which guns were mounted, it lost its power of self- containment. It became dependent upon carrier, tender and auxiliary ships, and was helpless without them except for short forays. That is to say, as the merchant marine ceased to be self-defending and then required a navy to

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protect it, so at the same time a warship ceased to be self sustaining and then required a merchant marine to sup- port it. A navy without a merchant marine under its own flag is like an army without a supply line of its own, for to operate at any distance from home it must be accompanied by a large number of auxiliary vessels, scouts, transports, colliers, ammunition ships, supply ships, re- frigerator ships, tankers, hospital ships, such as aircraft and tenders, submarine and destroyer tenders, mine layers and mine sweepers. The greater the distance from home lies the scene of operations, the greater the number of auxiliaries required. Most of these auxiliary ships may be drawn from a merchant marine and quickly adapted to the work. If you have no merchant marine of your own to draw them from, then you have either to build the auxiliary ships as you build warships and keep them idle, which method entails enormous waste and will never in any case give you enough for contingencies, or when the emergency arises you wili have to buy or hire them if you can. If you have no merchant marine to draw upon, if you have not built these auxiliaries for the navy to be kept in idleness as, of course, you have not —and if you cannot hire or buy you will be unable to do if the enemy holds the sea, then your navy alone, no matter how powerful it may Carriers them, as be, is useless save for coastal defense navy without ships we this elementary principle of have possessed a have had several lessons in Since we maritime power. Lessons We Refuse to Learn N THE war with Spain, 1898, we hadn't enough seagoing merchant ships under the American flag to carry 25,000 men to Cuba-—we who fifty years before had astonished the world with an expedition by sea to Mexico that was intrinsically a greater feat than Great Britain's famous over-sea expedition to the Crimea. We had so few fast merchant vessels to be lightly armed and sent on scout that Cervera’s fleet cruised at leisure about the West Indies and was not discovered until it had been for some time lying in Santiago Harbor; and when Admiral Dewey set out from Hong-Kong to take the Philippines he had to pure hase foreigr vessels to tend his fleet The next lesson was in 1907, when President Roosevelt sent a fleet of sixteen battleships around the world. Many Americans at the time seemed to think this was but a grand Rooseveltian ges THE SATURDAY EVENING POST went unheeded, and Roosevelt to the end preached in vain the thesis that a merchant marine is vital to a navy The next lesson was in 1912. Since Commodore Perry opened the door of the hermit kingdom, saying it must live in the world and learn how to trade, fifty-eight years had In that time Japan had become what we had namely, a maritime power. We had only a navy and were lucky to have that. Japan had both a navy and a merchant marine. And now suddenly a very seriou political misunderstanding arose between Japan and the United States. There was talk of war both countries were full of it, some of them very hysterical others admonishing these not to be, all of them talking about it whether they wished to or not because it was ir people’s minds. When people begin to think of war ther is the possibility of its happening. There was, let us sup pose, no probability of it in this case. Yet a government cannot wait for probabilities. It has to act beforehand on every possibility The American Government was not prepared for the possibility of war with Japan. Why? Because it had a navy without a merchant marine—a navy without auxi! iary ships. The battle fleet that had sailed so proudly around the world, past the door of Japan, only five years before as a spectacle, could not go on a business errand to the other side of the Pacific Ocean without a large number of auxiliary vessels. We did not have them. The Navy did not have them. There was no American merchant marine from which to draw them. In this extremity the American Government opened negotiations in Great Britain for the purchase of a fleet of merchant ships suitable to fag for the Navy. What happens when you go to buy a thing which the sellers know you have got to have, in the only market that can provide it, is well known. The price goes rapidly against you. So it did in this case. We should have had to pay dearly for those ships, properly so. Happily, the necessity suddenly passed and the fleet was not purchased But suppose the necessity had not passed. Suppose the English, having an alliance with Japan, had been unwilling to sell a fleet of merchant ships to assist the American Navy. Or suppose that Germany, the next great maritime power, wishing to keep the political friendship of Japan and jealous of our influence in the Far East, also had been unwilling to sell a fleet of merchant vessels to assist the American Navy. Or suppose, for the perfect illustration, that this situation had arisen in 1915 or 1916, when all the passed. ceased to be The newspapers of ture, meant to impress. the feet. cae ey world It is very } mprobable_ that he would have | thought to awe the world with a war fleet that had almost upon foreign-flag ships for fuel, supplies and sustenance. It had of its own only three auxil- iary ships and five and to make the voyage it required the fifty \ essels to rely entirely ( olliers, services of merchant flying foreign flags. The moral was that in time of war you could not utilize in that way the ships of foreign countries. Roosevelt's dar- ing lay in this: That he adver- tised the helpless- ness of the Amer- ican Navy to the whole world in or- der to impress it upon the Amer- ican mind. How- ever,every foreign government, ery naval expert in the world, al- ready knew it, so that no military secret was discov- ered. Only the CvV- American people did not know, nor did they seem to The lesson Country During the War. care. The Saguache, Built at Hog Istand. A Fabricated Steel Ship Jointly Evotved by the Engineering and Shipbuilding Skill of This It is Built of Materiat Rolted, Cut and Punched in Western Steet Mills Was Equipped to Turn Out This Type of Ship at the Rate of 200 a Year or More i5 maritime | sin the world were at war, needed all thei: own ships and more, and would not have considered selling a fleet to anybody at any price We need ple nty of national luck Finally, then be taker to expre the people Generally we have it Th amount of money we a $3,000,000,000 lesson figure may were obliged — to waste on shipbuilding in caught at last, having got with only a navy and no merchant marine, consequence of in a war that left no surplus of ships in the world to bx either hired or bought the difference between what we spent It represents roughly, and the inade quately " surviving ommercial value of what we got. We have spent so far omewhat more than $3,500,000,000, counting neither in terest on the money nor depre¢ iation of the assets The k val NOOK Val ue of what we have to show for this expenditure is placed at $400,000,000, of which only $229,000,000 is sup posed to represent ships. For $500,000,000 properly spent inder peacetime conditions we might have better got it mercantile fleet than the one we have to show for $3,500 000,000 And still we were desperately lucky kconom cally and politically we were on the side of Great Britain and she held the maritime power. Otherwise our foreign trade during the time we were neutral must have been utterly annihilated for want of ships, and we should never have been able to play our part in the sequel Imagine if you can, that right had been with Germany and other things had fallen as they did. What could we have done? ith right where it was, Germany had won control of What then? Or sup pose, W the sea in the beginning When We Needed Our Luck j ipo object product of this lesson lies far and wide Liles and miles of tied-up, dying ships. Great fabricating ship Hog island, able fora limbo for yards newly built and now abandoned at full capacity to supply half the world with ships few days an amazing omen and now a lonesome ships economically nonexistent rhe irony is that a great deal of the work performed by means of this waste did never actually touch the war, Hog Island did not fairly begin to spill ships down its ways until after the Armistice. The war was over. This brings is to the subject product of the same $3,000,900,000 le mn namely, that even with the power of unlimited money, acting together with American genius on immeas irable American resources, we could not produce ships in time. We needed all our historic luck. The United States Shipping Board took over all pri ne ia - y Saaanete vately owned Sat shipyards in the a country and oa doubled, trebled, ) tx quadrupled their capacity with lay ish grants of gov ernment It built then those money great fabricating shipyards of the Government's own, which when they came into production were able to makes ships faster than all the famous old shipyards of Great Britain combined it caused this cou; try in eighteer months to become the greatest ship building power i the world. The Shipping Board left nothing ur done. It revived the wooden-al p art; it made con crete ships it placed orders for thirty steel in Japan and for four in China And yet could not produce in time the shi; required for our military effort For consider By ships of the Gov ernment s own make fewer than $5,000 men were Continued on Page 12¢ The Hog Istand Yard Alone

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Al IN D Ten, iia? By Octavus Roy Cohen oe econd before the moment of intoxicated young gentle- tepped and the yard engine acknowledgment of the stream suing from the lips of the engineer, MERE split impact the man olled past In of vitupe oung gentleman doffed his velour hat in a bow as he murmured an abject apology: ult, Mister Engine. ’Sall my fault. ut you to the trouble of killing me for sir, Mister Engine. "Scuse me. I humbly adjusted matters, the young gentle across another track to the plat i where t Pullmans which were destined to tached to midnight train were waiting He rolled unsteadily but happily toward of these Pullmans. There he was greeted gangly, slue-footed, dark individual in fa Pullman porter. This colored per had horrifiedly witnessed the near tragedy and There was genuine ide ration i rth zigzagged ne +} tne i long iniform ¢ rolling wildly voice and manner as he shot for tuce i ind imprisoned the arm of the inebriated man Miss Aynes, Mistuh Foster, he come yoshnes night | was gwine see you oster favored the porter with a pained ex he said thickly, “I'm s’prised at s' prised I all the time to get out of my way. Tha’'s \ polite engine, Hop Sure; very polite.” “i'm!” Hop Sure-—christened Epic Peters doubt I ain't so suttin "bout how polite How come you to Mistuh Foster, 'stid of comin’ heah 71) olutely knew Nus goin ingines cross those track th'oo the subcutaneous passage’ “S} Ly explained Mr to your vishinity, Hop Sure.” hi he announced dramatically, anyway Foster airily He voice to a confidential Snorte W ‘Shortes’ was ther lowered “Hops pa int d whisper ure,” “I'm drunk I}pic considered that it was up to him to indicate urprise Does you : { am drunk Then, pridefully, Never would have guessed it, would you?” TT ay SO Gioriously Epic lied like a gentleman “Nos not never.” ‘Well, Lam. I have imbibed too freely. The moving, but I am very steady. An’, Hop Sure, Terrible trouble, Hop Sure, | have come to you for ‘sistance.”’ face of the elongated colored man broke into suh yroun 18 I arn in trouble me t grin ‘’Sisting you, Mistuh Foster, is the fondest thing I is of,”’ ‘I knew it, Hop Sure; knew it. I cast my bread the troubled waters, an’ now it returns to mein Ain't it so, Hop Sure?” Anything Epic to do fo’ you can be considered as on the form of angel cake Tain'’t nothin’ else, boss man Peter able ; udy did.’ Mr. Fo “Knew it waxed exceedingly enthusiastic. I certainly knew it! Of course, I id anything much for you, Hop ter ter ' | a really never sure Ch glowed with genuine affection. “Shuh! Cap'n, you talks foolishment with yo’ I reckon you loant me money when I was in’ didn’t have no job, an’ tha’s the mostest thing a white gemmun can do fo’ any cullud boy.” Smatter of "pinion; jus’ simply matter of ’pin- The point is, Hop Sure, that you are willing to and I positively need ‘sistance.”’ ee e negro’s eye ton t me an is’ you tell me ‘I have to get to Atlanta, Hop Sure. Got to be there in the morning ’Portant business. Awful An’ Lam ina very distressing position. I throw I beg of you to get me Business "portant lf on your mercy, Hop Sure to Atlanta.” The porter grinned broadly. ‘Git you to Atlanta? Mis- tuh Foster, tha’s the one thing I ain't gwine do nothin’ else but. Jus’ you Jeave it to Hop Sure.” “Got to leave it to you.” The man’s voice was rapidly “’Snawful fix I'm in. Ought to ied of myself. But L ain't. Feelin’ too good. Jus’ Atlanta. ‘Sterrible situation I’m in; too mvyane becoming unintelligible be 'shan you get me to mush party Hop Sure took his friend firmly by the arm and propelled him purposefully toward the New York Pullman. J TLLUSTRATED BY J. J. GOULD Fiery Eyes Sighted the Gold of Crosby's Uniform Cap “Don't you go to worryin’, Mistuh Foster. Cap’n Sandifer is conductin’ this Pullman tonight an’ I an’ him is good frien’s. He holps me out lots of times. Reckon Ise gwine put you to bed in the drawin’-room.” Mr. Foster hung back. “Not the drawin’-room, Hop Sure. sery " “Ise handlin’ this, white folks. I seen the di’gram on’y a few minutes ago, an’ the drawin’-room ain’t took out of Bummin’ham. All I does is to make you comfuttable an’ ‘splain to Cap’n Sandifer that a white gemmun frien’ of mine is sleepin’ there. It’s gwine be all right, suh. Ev’y- thing's jus’ as good as fixed. Ain’t nobody gwine bother you. They don’t call me Hop Sure fo’ nothin’. Nossuh, they don’t.” *Tain’t nes- entra jain faamenern SOT - ——eh A Large Baitd Head Projected Between the Curtains and a Pair of Februury 25,1924 Mr. Foster's eyes had taken on the peculiarly glassy stare which immediately precedes the stage of intoxication which is technically known as passing out. Supporting the man bodily, Hop Sure hoisted him up the steps of the Pullman and thence into the drawing-roora, where he laid him gently on the lounge, covered him with a wool blanket and left him happily sleeping. The lengthy porter then returned to the plat form. The air was pungent with the odor of steam The huge shed of the Birmingham Terminal Station was reverberant with the cacophony of locomotive bells and steam exhausts. From the baggage platform came the crashing and banging of trunks. In the waiting room was a joyfully vociferous bridal party awaiting the arrival of the southbound A. G. S. train from Chattanooga. Hop Sure consulted his watch and noted that it was eleven o’clock. Fifty minutes later his car was scheduled to pull out on the first leg of its long journey to New York. Hop Sure was suffused with a warm glow. His eyes were still lighted affectionately at thought of this golden opportunity to do a favor for the phys ically and financially helpless gentleman in the drawing-room. Epic had many friends among the white folks, but no one for whom he entertained the same depth of affection that he bore toward Mr Foster. Mr. Foster had loaned him money once when money was the single vital need in Hop Sure’s life The inconsiderable loan had driven a ravening wolf away from the Peters door, and Hop Sure was not one to forget afavor. It may have been true that the loan did not embarrass Mr. Foster to any ap preciable extent; but the salient fact was that, without it, Epic would have found himself in the direst sort of distress. And now Mr. Peters, eight-year service man in the employ of the Pullman Company, found him self in a position to do a favor for his benefactor Epic reveled in the opportunity. He promised himself that he would nurse Mr. Foster like a baby, make him comfortable for the trip and bring him to by the time they reached Atlanta It was fortunate, indeed, reflected Epic, that Captain Sandifer was on the run that night. He thought a great deal of Sandifer, and Sandifer re- garded Epic as one of the finest porters on the line Time without number they had been of service to each other, and Hop Sure was certain that Cap tain Sandifer would readily accede to his request for free Pullman accommodation— and the attend- ant costless transportation—for the gentleman who was now snoring grandiosely in Drawing- Room A. A free passenger was no new thing in the life of Mr. Peters. His ebony countenance twisted into a smile of reminiscence at thought of the in numerable occasions when friends of Captain Sand- ifer had ridden without cost and thereupon been extended the ultimate of service by the eager Hop Sure. It was little enough which the veteran porter was to request—little enough indeed. Clad in his blue uniform and wearing pridefully a gleaming silver service stripe on his left sleeve, Epic attended to the immediate wants of his pas- sengers as they boarded the train and turned in for the night. Nor was the task an easy one, for the car promised to be very nearly full. “Suttinly is glad that drawin’-room wa’n’t took; don’t know where else I could of placed Mistuh Foster.”’ He strolled down the platform and ad- dressed the dumpy little porter in charge of the Atlanta car: “Ain’t seen Cap'n Sandifer, has you, Joe? Joe shook his head in negation. ‘“‘Ain’t sawn him sence nine o'clock, when us switched in.” Unquestionably the Pullman conductor was in the main waiting room taking tickets and checking off the list on his diagram. But even at that it was about time for him to come through. Already the engine which was to haul then had backed under the shed and the train was ready. And then, mounting the stairs leading to the train platform from the underground passageway, Hop Sure glimpsed the gold badge on the cap of a Pullman conductor. With a broad smile lighting his face, he started impulsively forward to greet his friend and to apprise him of the pres- ence of Mr. Foster in the drawing-room. Suddenly he paused and the smile froze. For the conductor mounting the steps brought into Epic Peters’ heart a premonition of

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| ' disaster. Epic sideswiped himself, whirled suddenly and wandered back toward his car. “Sufferin’ tripe!”’ he reflected. ‘‘Hahd luck ain’t on’y pu’sued me it has done cotched.” The Pullman conductor was waddling toward Epic. He was small and heavy set, where Captain Sandifer was tall and rangy; and whereas the latter had a genial personality, this man radiated grimness “It’s Cap’n Crosby,”” mourned Hop Sure; ‘“‘an’ he’s as hahd-boiled as two eggs.” Crosby was the terror of Pullman porters. He was too confoundedly efficient and he demanded impossible effi- ciency from the men who worked under him. He was, the porters declared unanimously, a man without a soul. No unfortunate, attempting to beat a ride, and presenting a tale of woe calculated to w ring tears of blood from a block of granite, could hope to dent the adamantine emotional surface of Jim Crosby. Not only that, but Crosby was demented on the subject of nonpaying passengers. It was said of him, and said sneeringly, that he had never knocked down a dime or deadheaded a pal. Crosby waddled by Epic’s car and favored the terrified porter with a curt nod. There was no love lost between pie and Crosby. At various times in the hectic past there had been open friction between them, and Hop Sure pos sessed a most decided hunch that any dereliction on his part would result in immediate report to the authorities is way down the platform. Epic, con- siderably puzzled and most decidedly ill at ease, beckoned urreptitiously to Joe, and that pudgy individual—having been in the service too short a time to appreciate the in- grained meanness of Captain Crosby—sidled to Epic’s vicinity. Hop Sure spoke in a low, discreet voice “Joe,”’ he asked bitterly, “didn’t Cap’n Crosby stop an’ Crosby made make talk with you jus’ then?” ‘Uh-huh.” ‘What he said, Joe?” The little man looked up into the eyes of the tall one ‘He di’n’t say nothin’, an’ he said it frequent.” ‘I know; but he must of said somethin’.”’ Hop Sure’s hand rested pleadingly on the arm of his friend. ‘‘Joe, he di’n’t say he was makin’ this run tonight, did he?”’ Joe smiled as he nodded horrid affirmation “Tha’s what he said, Epic “Oh, lawsy! Wha’s the matter with Cap’n Sandifer “Sick.” “What kind of sick?” THE SATURDAY EVENING POST “Dunno; but fum the way Cap'n Crosby spoke, he wa’n’t neah as sick as some folks would like him to be Hop Sure turned miserably away. In a trice his er thusiasm for doing his friend a favor had vanished. Now he was confronted with the stark immediate problem of getting Mr. Foster off the car. The prospect appalled Mr Peters Mr. Foster was three sheets in the wind utterly and supremely helpless; but before passing out he had intrusted himself to the mercies of his Pullman porter friend. He had told him that it was necessary for him to be in Atlanta in the morning—very important business he trusted Hop Sure to get him there Epic determined to brave the wrath of Cap’n Crosby brave that and the possibility of discovery—until he re flected upon the consequences. It was then that he saw the impossibility of the thing. No question about it, Mr Foster must be put off the train until such time as he pos sessed sufficient money properly to pay his way. But that decision, reluctantly arrived at, was not easily put into effect. It was a scant ten minutes before leaving time and Mr. Foster was being held in a strangle-hold by Kid Morpheus. Epic struggled and tugged and pleaded “Git up out of heah, Mistuh Foster. Us is in a peck of trouble does you not wake up, an’ it ain’t gittin’ no less ev'y minute. Cain’t you heah me protestin’ with you, Mistuh Foster? I begs you on my knees to git over bein’ lit Please, suh, it’s gwine be plumb sickly fo’ us bofe does you remain where you is at.” The lips of the peacefully slumbering young man ex panded into a beatific smile. Pe didn’t move, nor was Hop Sure sufficiently strong to handle the inert figure From outside came the rattle of baggage trucks, the clanging of bells, the hiss of escaping steam, and, above all, the raucous call for “ Po-o-orter’ in the harsh voice of Captain Crosby. Mournfully dropping Mr. Foster back on the lounge, and closing the door carefully behind him, Epic sidled through the aisle and to the station platform, where he met the irate glare of the Pullman conductor and a battery of peeved countenances on the persons of several late-arriving passengers ““Where have you been, Epic Hop Sure waved his hand vaguel Jus’ been, Cap'n; jus’ been.’ *‘Where?” ‘Inside yonder.” ‘Doing what?” ‘Preparin’.” Put these suitcases aboard, It's leaving time. And don’t ever again let me find you loafing.’ “Nossuh. You suttinly ain't gwine do that, cap’r Whatever I does on this trip, I ain’t gwine loaf—an’ that ain't no hie, neither The new arrivals filled the car, excepting only a couple of upper berths Epic barely had time to get them com fortably arranged wher All aboard!"’ echoed down the platform and he catapulted himself outside to grab his car tep, mount the slowly moving train and close his vestibule Then, rather sick at heart, he stood upon the platform and reflected bitterly upon the danger and misery of his lot It was too late now to change the situation. The trai: was moving toward Atlanta He watched gloomily the dull lights of Birmingham as they passed slowly through the yards and swung eastward after rumbling under the giant First Avenue Viaduct. He plunged questing finger into his pocket and produced a paltry two dollars and seventy-five cents Nor was there any use requesting a loan from Joe, tin porter in the next car. Joe was chronically broke and notoriously averse to making a loan. So Epic's idea of paying for two tickets and the drawing-room for his ineb riated friend died a-bornin’ Yet he knew that even with ifficient ash the plan would, in all prebability, not have been feasible He visualized the ferocious glare of Captain Crosby's eyes and the acidity of his manner should he be told that a mere porter had usurped conductorial authority by accepting a passenger and assigning him berth space in the car It would be rich red meat for a stinging report to the Pullman Company kip hook his head sadly “Of all the porter runnin’ on the Southern, Ise the one Cap'n Crosby don't like the most Barring only a miracle, Epic knew that the presence of Mr. Foster would be discovered somewhere on the journey from Birmingham to Atlanta. In contemplation of the dire proceedings which would follow that dis« very Epi shuddered. Captain Crosby would brutally demand rail oad and Pullman tickets Failing to receive them, he would consult with the train conductor and they would pitch the helpless passenger from the train at the next sta } » Sure ; best efforts to save his white gemmun friend. Mr. Foater had thor That was a melancholy pr pect indeed Hoy lips compressed Come what might, he must use } aided him when aid was most valuable he knew now that Continued on Page 149 “Hop Sure, 1am in Trouble. Terrible Trouble, Hop Sure, an’ I Have Come to You for 'Sistance

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST IR MONEY BUSINESS prm4 Ji-4 By Frederick Simpich February 23,1924 reason every na- tion would like to manufacture its . 10,000 redeem compared I got tne editor me that big bright quarter for ten hour hard A AN ne tential own money. In selling American- made paper money to foreign governments, this one factor— patri- otic pride—is the chief business. obstacle to Brazil, for example, not 80 long ago de- cided to quit hiring Yankees to her paper money and to set up her own plant. The experiment was not a howling 1 make success. Passing over the lor tt reasons s failure, we Brazil getting her paper money made up Time and other na- that have bought their from us, sought to their only to fail. Either in the difficulties find again he re again, tions long money have make own, n p paper what an ik oO eldom sto money has done for--and to amazing industry its actual how link of what world, or of iv?! ufacture ind protection have developed, or normous it output is all the paper money printed in Europe since the were sewed together in one huge sheet, it a tent big enough to shelter every army in though Germans and Russians roosting ections made of marks and rubles might feel draft, Coming closer home for comparisons, in the last fiseal year Uncle Sam printed $12,000,000,000 worth he used paper enough, counting to plaster a motor trail clear the U.S. A. His stamps alone, stuck on the auator, would nearly girdle the globe. Two or three of his big mail-order houses alone probably pay out as nuch for postage in one week as many a small nation + note and bonds; it went into stamps The Travels of the Dollar NL besides what we make for our own use, our ex port of these engraved bits of paper is a large and With half the world’s old here to make our own paper money good, the ee bank now paper money on from Moscow to Mexico the people prefer it. she is, has no paper money of her own at urs. Two branches of our reserve banks tant item in our foreign trade the safest note is ire set up in Cuba, and our paper money to the amount of $125,000,000 is freely furnished for her use by kind-hearted taxpayers here in the States! in use on that island Uncle Sam even makes most of her stamps for sales-tax ise, though he gets paid for this. In Mexico, too, though our paper tnoney is not legal tender ne one has yet been ot for trying te pass it, though he might be if caught with any samples of the 200-odd paper currencies issued below the Rio Grande in the last few years. Lately, Mexico organized her own Bunco Unico, and had some fine-looking paper money printed; but so far she hasn't raised the cap tal to open the bank. Porto Rico and Santo Domingo use Down in Nicaragua you can, by tact and persuasion, force a five-dollar Yankee bill on an oblig cents’ worth of work. To Europe, millions taken by tourists, or sent to aid relatives and intending immigrants. From Hamburg to Munich, from Warsaw to Naples, everybody can say “dollar” in a clear, idible manner, and the ambition of every butcher, baker and candlestickmaker is to get one on his hip. Here and there clever artisans, carried away by sheer admiration for ur paper money, fall to making it themselves. Besides this export of our own Yankee bills, we make pape iby ; 1 don't mean that Unc ly Yankee bills ing peon for fifty have beer money use any foreign governments. By e Sam makes this foreign paper Y } ] An Expert on Counterfeiting in His Laboratory. Above—A Bank+Note Company's Employes Counting Sheets of Foreign Bank Notes currency in his Bureau of Engraving and Printing at Washington and sells it abroad. I mean it is made by private concerns here in the States, which manufacture and export it as so much merchandise. I know one Yankee factory that has, in the long course of its existence, made paper money, bonds and stamps for forty-one foreign countries. It has made the paper money of Greece for sixty years. To make a bank note so cleverly that imitation is im probable, and to guard such notes against duplication and theft during the process of manufacture, call for organiza- tion, individual skill and moral responsibility of the highest degree. And when you stop to think how much certain outside nations love us, of the pet names they call us from Moscow to Montevideo, it really is quite a compliment to our genius and integrity that so many of these foreign powers should come here to get their money printed Obviously, from sheer patriotic pride—if for no busine of actual manu facture or in the supertask of guarding the dies and plates to prevent duplication, overissue or theft, they failed—and came back to the Yankee money-makers Early Banking in China ie UNDERSTAND what a delicate, responsible job it is--and to see how man has progressed in making and safeguarding this flimsy symbol of value—it is in- teresting to glance back a bit to the beginnings of paper At one time or another, in his quest for a handy stable medium—aside from coins—he has had recours¢ to odd subterfuges. Once the Aztecs used cocoa beans arranged in sizes and groups in order to make change Although these beans soon spoiled, and were often cour terfeited by clever Indians who made imitation beans from clay, this system was a clumsy step forward. Once in Italy, squares of painted deerskin, or leather money, were in use To the Chinese, it seems, we really owe the basic idea money. of a paper-money system backed by a reserve of precious metals. In New York I have seen a Chinese bank bill more than 500 years old. The adventures of the early Chinese financiers, in groping for some stable token of value wherewith to buy and sell and thus avoid the cumbersome process of simple barter in things, seem to have begun with shells, curiously similar to our own Indian wampum. To this day, China’s signs for words that denote buy ing and selling, goods, wealth, stores, prices, all contair the ideograph for “‘shell.”” As trade grew, and because shells soon wore out, pieces of metal were adopted Often these took the form of tiny knives or shirts, as indicating the buying power of the particular article so modeled in metal. By the time Christ was born, a fairly intelligent system of copper cash had been developed in China. With this trade was done till about the year 806 By then, trade had grown so much that the supply of coy per cash became inadequate. To conserve copper, the emperor forbade its use in ma ing pots and kettles. Then, somehow, the big idea was born; thought of paper money, backed by a copper reserve. So the emperor opened an office where merchants doing a big volume of business could deposit their copper cash and get in return flying bonds, or a crude paper money redeemable at certain government offices. To make this more secure, all merchants and buyers arriving from India and elsewhere were compelled to de- posit their precious metals and jewels with the Chinese Government, and were allowed to spend only Chinese paper money while in the country. In time private banks in China tried to issue their own paper money. They failed, just as they failed here in the | somebody

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—= | {| States and led Uncle Sam to pass his National Bank- ing Act. Then the emperor annulled their notes and reserved for himself the sole right of issuing paper money. From that day to this China has had her full, adult’s dose of paper- money troubles. Under one emperor she’d have no pa per money at all; under the next, perhaps, came all the panic and woe of inflation, depreciation and bank- ruptey. Seven hundred years before America was discovered, she invented paper money; yet today a Yankee factory is making her bank notes for her Just as American motor cars, typewriters and office ippliances are favorites abroad, so Yankee-made } bank notes, bonds and stamps find favor among governments over the seas. We now make and export THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 19 or shortages due to inex perienced handling and counting, are avoided by having the money plates stored away up here in United States Not long ago a certain tobacco ( growing country that had long trusted the making of its revenue stamps to a Yankee concern decided to keep this business at home Ac cordingly, it let the con tract to private persons within its own realm. In a short time revenue from the sale of stamps to cigar factories fell off, though the output of cigars was known to be increasing. Whether simple mistakes were made in counting, or whether the back door to the printing shop was left open, need not be told It is enough for us that this country again has its stamps made in the United States more of such engraved pa per than all other nations put together. To see how this intensive, highly organized industry is carried on, I went through the plant of the American Bank Note Company at Hunt’s Point, in upper New York City \ unique institution, this; there is nothing just like it any where. On its pay roll today are men whose fathers and grandfathers and great-grandfathers for 135 years back have been on that same pay roll. Paul Revere, though famed in history as a rider, was by trade a first-class engraver, and used to work for this company. He en- graved and printed in crude fashion the notes of Massa chusetts and the first bills of credit authorized by the Continental Congress. Since 1795, this concern has made paper money. Before Uncle Sam set up his own Bureau of I:ngraving and Printing it made all the stamps and notes used by the United States Government. Safeguards and Formalities — GH privately owned, it is to a curious degree an international institution, working as an integral part of forty of the world’s governments, providing them with paper currency, bonds, postage and revenue stamps, in the production of which absolute security is the basic requisite Delicate and intensive as its peculiarly secret processes are, it nevertheless turns out 84 per cent of all the steel engraving used in the world, and operates in conjunction with 94 per cent of all nations that use steel-engraved bank notes. A large part of the enormous volumes of securiti listed in the New York Stock Exchange are made by this Measured in sheer buying power, its annual output is worth many times that of any other industry company n the world In two historic rooms, locked and guarded by day and night, repose the financial secrets of half the nations on earth. Here are the dies and plates from which money, The Pressroom of a Large Bank:Note Company bonds and stamps aggregating countless millions have been made for such countries as Java, Greece, Serbia, Mexico, China, Rumania, Chile and Brazil “But listen!’’ you exclaim. “‘When China orders a lot of paper money made in this plant, and gets delivery of it, why doesn’t she get possession of her dies and plates? Asa simple matter of sound business policy, shouldn't every government have custody of the plates from which its bonds and currency can so easily be printed?” To Mr. Daniel Woodhull, president of the company, I put this very question as he showed me through these curious vaults “ That’s a perfectly natural query,”’ he admitted. “But it’s an inviolable rule with us that, no matter how big and strong the nation we make money for, we hold the dies and plates. . . . Yes, occasionally they balk at this provision in our contract; but when we explain the reason for this policy, and prove the many advantages it has for them, they always assent to it.”’ Now, often a nation’s paper money is a potent factor in preserving political stability —or upsetting it. Not infre quently, in the smaller and gayly turbulent countries, the patriots rally round the leader whose money is most sound A sufficiency of cash may easily make the difference be tween success and failure of a revolution. Suppose, then, that a country which has been getting its paper money made in this American factory gets into the throes of a revolution. Its plates and dies are in the United States for safe keeping. The rebels, wanting more paper money, send an agent to New York with ample cash to get an issue printed. Does the company at once execute the order? No; only if and when the revolutionists are officially re« ognized by Uncle Sam as the de-facto government. Ever in the cases of countries where revolution is not a habit, the risk of loss through hasty issues of notes, overissues, “One of the highly im portant requirements for making good paper money,’’ Mr. Woodhull told me, “is that the paper itself should be the very strongest and not easily imitated. The foreign governments that buy money from us have coms to know that America makes the best bank-note paper. In a special mill up in New England they make the sill threaded paper that Uncle Sam uses in his notes; nobody else can use that. But this same company makes another special linen paper which we use in manufacturing money for other countries.” Long-Lived Thousands NTO this paper certain small colored disks are worked when it is yet in pulp form. This is extremely difficult to counterfeit; and if a crook attempts to use acid and wash off a certain note for the purpose of raising it, all these little disks at once turn black, giving the note a telltale freckled appearance Down in the tropics, I was told, where native workmen often carry paper money tucked inside their shirts, against their bare skins, its life is very short. The average Amer an paper dollar, circulating right here at home, seldom wears more than a year; a ten-dollar bill may last four years, and a ten-thousand-dollar bill for painfully obvious reason never wears out. To makesure that all paper used l amply stout, it is put through a testing machine One piece I saw was folded, unfolded and refolded 1400 times before it broke Another reason explained Mr Woodhull why Yankee-made paper o popular abroad is that American engravers are by far the best, and fine engraving is without doubt the strongest safeguard against counterfeiting lo turn out an order for 100,000,000 pieces of paper mor would probably take us nine months and most of thi Continued on Page 165 . Packing Foreign Bank Notes in Tin+«Lined Boxes for Shipment. Dies for Making Paper Money for More Than Half the Nations of the Wortd are Stored in This Vautt

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Vv yu HAMMOND was awakened next morn- > ing by the noise of Mikklesen singing in his * hath. The Englishman had a pretty fair ice, through which at the moment rang a note of triumph natu ne who wa February 23,1924 CHASER By Earl Derr Biggers ILLUSTRATED BY ARTHUR WILLIAM BROWN “T tell you, that fix I was in was no joke. ‘And I understand I wasn’t the only one in trouble. I hear that Mr. Frost came aboard with no extra collars.”” He paused. Tatu brushed industriously. “Yes, sir, I hear that when he came mut “Britannia the waves.” looked at his 0 Hi atch N high time to be up and doing If he knew Mil klesen, howeve P.. it would do him no ile lav where he was, gthe fresh breeze flutter yood to hurry watchin alt the curtain at his Outside va bhue world, an empty porthole r S a ciean world Very rest ful this on one cruising vacht Something pleasant had hap pened —ah, yes, She loved Other things , aliy him iad happened, not That - doiuar 0 ple asunt illy littl he had sworn to find. Might be more of a job than it had looked last night in the moon light with Sally by hie side. Some hody had it; some knew body who only too well its and was hose value guarding it « ARTHUR to dress he didn’t have any more col- lar than a bathing suit.” Tatu laid down the coat. ‘*Mr. Frost have plenty col- lar,” he said. “Oh, he did?” Bill sought to ap- pear casual, ‘‘I guess I didn’t get it straight then. Well supplied with collars, was he?”’ “Very big box. Maybe ten. Maybe twelve. Plenty.” “You don’t tell me!”’ “T lay him out. I know.” Bill turned away lest his face betray him. Here was news! Henry Frost’s story dis- proved already. It certainly began to look though this Hammond boy was a born detective The ownership of the shirt was of importance as no now. “The morning is O. K., Tatu,” he remarked, star- ing out the port- hole. “‘I’ll back up all you said about it. When do we get to Mon- terey?”’ ““Maybe not go to Monterey,’’ WILL ae FRO UN - 2H against the time when it could be traded in for a goodly supply of its little playmates. Somebody—- but who? He thought of Henry Frost, with his foolish story of a He thought of O'Meara, falsifying with the that comes from long practice, on the quiet deck at half-past one in the morning. He thought of the man who had invaded his stateroom, fleeing with that dress hirt in his arms. But that was too absurd—he must have } collar shortage cause dreamed it Hie rose hastily there No dress shirt only the violent pink, purple and green. He had not dreamed it then. Uncle George’s studs were floating ing to some romantic port. A South Sea no doubt, would wear them next—in his ears, or What would Aunt Ella say? reactions, however, were unimportant just lie had agreed to assume the réle of detective and his course was clear. He must discover the owner of that disap- pearing shirt He rang for Tatu and, while he waited, rattled at the door leading to the bath. Not that he expected to gain anything by it, but it relieved his feelings. Tatu entered, minus his accustomed smile. The boy there could be no mistake about that “Very much trouble today,” he announced. “ Dollar All Japanese boys catch hell. You want something, please?” “How about taking back that shirt?"’ asked Bill, look- ing at him keenly “Yes-s,”’ said Tatu. All expression left his face. ““Are you ready to take it back?” *Yos-s,” said Tatu “Well, you can’t SV eg-s,"" and searched his cabin far, journey Islander maybe through his nose Aunt Fila’s now was worried; g > gone It was stolen from me in the night.” said Tatu, “I Just Dropped In to Lay My Wires for a Little Scene After Dinner Tonight. Satty, Nosurprise; nointerest even. Did Tatu know all about the shirt, or was this just his Oriental stoicism going full tilt? Bill stared at him, and Tatu stared back. And the white man felt suddenly hopeless, as though he had just sighted a stone wall dead ahead. ‘Look here, Tatu,” be said, “this is very important. I want to know where you got that shirt.” Tatu looked at the berth, at the bathroom door, through the porthole, then at the ceiling and back to Bill. “‘Forget,”” he said. “What? Say, don’t try that on me!”’ Bill was annoyed. “Now we'll start all over again. Where did you get the shirt?”’ “Forget,” said Tatu. A wonderful little people, the Japanese. Bill Hammond managed to control himself, “You told me a minute ago you were ready to return it. How could you return it if you don’t know where you got it?” “Forget,” said Tatu. Fast is East, and West is West. They stood facing each other, the white man glaring, the Jap merely staring. Bill Hammond turned away. Never get anywhere by losing his temper. Patience, amiability might do the trick. Try them in a minute. “Morning very nice,” lock? Too bad.” “All right, Tatu,” said Bill. ‘You and I won't quarrel. You helped me out of a tight place last night and I appre- ciate it.” “Most welcome,” Bill’s dinner coat. An idea flashed into Bill’s mind. said Tatu. ‘“‘Bathroom door Tatu assured him, busily brushing said Tatu. “‘Any- thing please?”’ “Not go to Monterey? What are you talking about “Things very bad this nice morning,”’ answered Tatu. “Hear bell ringing Thank you.”” And he bowed out. Bill turned again to the bathroom, silent now. He rattled the knob, called, but there was no answer. Don- ning dressing gown and slippers he stepped out into the corridor, warm with honest anger. He knocked at Mikkle- sen’s door. The Englishman opened it, smiling sweetly. “ Ah, good morning,” he said. “‘What can I do for you?” Bill was proud of himself. A grand thing, self-control. “T believe,”’ he said, ‘“‘that you and I are supposed to share that bathroom fifty-fifty.” “Certainly, old chap,’ agreed Mikklesen. you feel inclined.” The struggle this time was a bit more difficult, but again Bill won. “Then will you please unlock the door?”’ he said through his teeth. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Frightfully careless of me. Just a moment.’” And Mikklesen closed his door in Bill’s face. The reporter reéntered his cabin and managed to spring into the bath before Mikklesen had regained his own quarters. “I'd like to see you today sometime, Englishman. “Really? I fancy we'll run into each other. Bound to on a yacht. I mean to say, rather close quarters.” “You never spoke a truer word. You know, I’m sup- posed to get an interview from you—for my paper.” “Fancy! You're a pressman then?” “T work on a newspaper, if that’s what you mean.” I'm Glad You're Here"’ else ’ 9” Yes-s. “Any time ” he said to the

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“*What wouldn’t be done?” ‘I mean to say, inviting a pressman as a guest. How extraordinarily —confusing!”’ “Well, I'll give you time to get a grip on yourself before we start the interview,” Bill answered. ‘“‘And now, if you don’t mind, even a pressman prefers to bathe in private.” “Oh, I’m going,”’ said Mikklesen haughtily. “It’s a great idea,”’ said Bill, and turned the lock on him. “Lovely lad,’”’ he muttered; ‘‘so frank and open.”’ But his resentment was short-lived, and by the time he had finished shaving he had decided that maybe he wouldn’t exterminate Mikklesen, after all. Perhaps the fellow served some useful purpose. Who could say? He whistled cheerfully as he dressed, though yesterday’s shirt was noth- ing to whistle about. However, he had it on good author- ity that clothes don’t make the man, and he sincerely trusted that all aboard had heard that one In the dining saloon he found Mrs. Keith and O’ Meara breakfasting together. They appeared to be on excellent terms, and not particularly pleased at sight of Mr. Ham- mond’s shining morning face. ““Good morning,”’ said the reporter. “We seem to be rather late.”’ “Frightfully,’’ admitted Mrs. Keith “Natural result of staying up half the night,’’ went on Bill. ‘‘Late hours make late breakfasts, eh, O’ Meara?”’ ““Was Mr. O’Meara up late?” asked the woman “T ran into him on deck at 1:30 this morning,”’ smiled Bill. “Yes, and it’s lucky you did,”’ growled the lawyer. He turned to Mrs. Keith. ‘“ This kid had a funny dream about seeing somebody in his stateroom,”’ he explained. “I had a terrible time quieting him and getting him back to bed.” Mrs. Keith smiled sweetly on Bill. “*So you have queer dreams,” she cooed. “‘ How thrilling! You must tell me all about them. By the way, I hope you play golf. I’m looking for someone to take me round the Del Monte links this morning.” “*Look no further,” Bill said. He was face to face with the Californian’s big ordeal—the eating of a California grapefruit “Oh, that’s awfully good of you,’”’ Mrs. Keith smiled. “Not really? It wouldn’t be donein England, you know.” THE SATURDAY EVENING POST “T mean,” Bill added hastily, ‘“‘you’re not going to Monterey.” “‘What’s that?’ O’Meara cried. “Where are we going?” “Don’t ask me,”’ Bill answered. ‘All I know is, we'd have been at Monterey long ago if that had been our destination.” “‘But—I thought it was all settled,’ O'Meara objected Julian Hill came in. He was fresh as the morning in linen so spotless Bill Hammond began to wonder where his state room was. O’ Meara at once applied to him for informatio “Tt’s quite true,” said Hill. “‘We’re not bound for Monterey—or any other port. We're just cruising.” “Just cruising?’’ O’Meara repeated. “Just wandering about the ocean,” Hill went on, “play ing for time.” ““T don’t get you,” the politician said. Hill smiled. “You know Jim Batchelor as well as I do. He's lost something—something of great importance—to him. And he’s not the sort of man to land his servants and crew and his guests—until he’s been over each and every on with a vacuum cleaner. Yes,’ added Mr. Hill, looking hard at O’Meara, “I'd advise the man who has that dollar to hand it over. Otherwise we may not get back to towr this year.” O’Meara stood up “‘Tt’s an outrage!" he cried. ‘‘Oh, of course I know how Batchelor feels. But this isn’t fair to those of us who hap pen not to be—thieves.’’ And he in turn looked hard at Julian Hill. ‘I’ve got to be back in town by Monday morning,” he added, and turned away. “It’s all very exciting, at any rate,”’ purred Mrs. Keith She, too, rose, and they went out together. “Tt begins to look as though there might be an opening here for a first-class detective,’’ Bill Hammond ventured “Not at all,” Hill answered coldly. ‘Mr. Batchelor is quite competent to manage his own affairs.” The rest was silence. His breakfast over, Bill went in search of Sally. He found her in the dazzling sunlight on the after deck, and not minding it, hers being that sort of complexion “Hello,” he said. ‘This is a surprise!” “What are you talking about?” she wanted to know “When I'm away from you, I keep thinking how lovely you are. Then I see you, and you're even lovelier than | thought. That's why I say 7 “Yes, but Bill, where in the world have you been?” ‘Eating breakfast. Did you miss me?” oa certainly did.” “Fine!” ‘Are we in this detective business together, or are we not? I’m dying to know what you've found out.” Oh! Well, I’m here to save your life.” He told her of his interview with Henry Frost and of his more recent discovery regarding the collars. A puzzled little frown wrinkled her otherwise perfect brow ‘Il can't understand it,’’ she protested. ‘Henry Frost father’s dearest friend.”’ Always dangerous——dearest friends,’’ Bill told her ‘How is your father, by the way?” Worried to death. He claims he didn’t sleep a wink, and I believe him. The first night without his lucky piece thirty-seven year I told him you were on the job, and ynderful evidence you've run down in the course of newspaper work. I was quite eloquent, really.” Good! I hope you'll always be eloquent when dis expand that idea, please She seemed about to obey, but at that moment Jim Batchelor joined them He appeared nervous and upset “Good morning, Hammond,” he said. “Sally's told me that you're willing to help in this unfortunate affair.” “Well, if it’s not presumptuous of me F “Nonsense! You've had more experience in this sort of thing than I have, and I'll be glad of your assistance Besides "’-—he glanced about him— ‘it’s rather a hard thing to say about one’s guests; but—well, I trust you, my boy.”” The emphasis on the “you"’ was marked “That's very kind of you, sir. May I ask what steps you have taken in the matter “The servants and the crew have all been questioned They've been carefully searched, and their quarters too. I may say that I don’t suspect any of them. Sometime Continued on Page 54 “You a Detective! You're a Defective, That's What Ails You! You Get My Hopes Way Up, and Then You — You — You

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST February 23,1924 By BEN AMES WILLIAMS FELU STRATE O BrY CHARLES D. MITCH ELS RUIN PTVAE hall in the big house on Old Hump is spacious an4 imposing. The living room and dining room open off either end; the library and music room are on either side of the front door. Facing this door, there is an normous fireplace of split stone with a stone lab for mantel. At either end, stairs go up ward. The stair wells are so large that in effect the second floor ceiling is also the ceiling of the hall. Thus from every part of the big house slight sounds are audible here. Now Lois, frozen into immobility by the library door, listened with all herears. She could hear nothing; had heard nothing. But Creig’s tight grasp upon her bare arm still insisted that some movement abovestairs had alarmed him. After a painful interval she asked, ‘‘ What did you he ar?’’ A step,” he whispered. “Something! Some- one not yet abed. Keep still!” She obeyed for an interval that seemed end less; then told him energetically, ‘I can’t. I've got to do something or I'll scream.” He chuckled softly, reassuring her; drew her back with him inte the library fere,”’ he whispered. “Curl up on the window seat there. Then if you have to, you can run. I'll come get you as soon as it’s safe.’ “Where are you going?” she demanded. I’m going to listen—see what that was. I may slip up te Maddelin’s room and get omething from right under her nose——just to prove we can do it.” ‘For goodness’ sake,’ she urged, ‘‘don’t! Let's get the picture and go. That's enough.” ‘T won't be five minutes,” he promised, You wait right here.” You may find me gone,” she warned him ‘Don’t be a quitter at this stage,” he teased ‘ET shan’t quit. Maybe I'll take the old crayon down myself and get away with it. Do you think it will go through this window? It’s so big.’ ‘You can't carry it,”’ he warned her. ‘Just wait for me.”” He turned toward the door. ‘Well, I'll wait five minutes”—she prom ised “if | can hold out that long.” Ile could see her small figure curled up on the seat beside the window as he slipped out into the hall again. His face, in the darkness, had become rigidly alert; his lips were drawn tight across set teeth and his pulse was pounding. A glimpse of his own countenance in the mirror might have made him draw back, even in that hour. But he could see nothing except dimly, and — his determination was formed, Nothing less than a catastrophe could have diverted him now. Once out of sight of Lois, he moved very swiftly; yet his feet made no sound and his bulky figure seemed light as a shadow in the darkened house. He went up the east stair and turned back to the center of the hall, listening for a long second with every muscle poised. Then swung about and glided toward the door of the room to which he had heard Mrs. Gavin assign Doctor Paugh. Before he reached the door he had a moment's doubt, a moment’s fear that Paugh might have locked himself in. “To keep Maddelin out,” Creig thought cynically. But when he tried the knob with a firm hand it turned easily, and when he pressed the door it swung soundlessly open. Peering through, he saw that the connecting door between this room and the sleeping porch was closed; and he straightened his shoulders in reassurance, and stepped inside and thrust the door almost shut behind him. The moon- light was bright again; it struck into this room, illumin- ing some objects, throwing others into deeper shadow. Creig’s eyes sought the doctor’s professional bag and saw it on the floor beside the table, and in an in- stant he had lifted it and set it on a chair in the moonlight and opened it. The bottles clinked faintly together; he listened in alarm, but Doctor Paugh did not stir. Without touching anything, Creig peered into the bag, his eyes straining. After a moment he dis- covered the bottle he sought and drew it out, and in the moonlight confirmed his reading of the label. The bottle was half full. He wondered if there was enough f the drug for his purpose. Creig knew little of medicine, but he had chloroformed fictitious characters of his own creation and had ne doubts of his ability to do the actual deed. He saw a roll of absorbent cotton and took that also, and slipped the cotton and the bottle into the front of the jersey of his swimming suit so that they rested against his body just above the belt. As an afterthought, he shut Qs ~ \ ANU oe . ; “No, Dick, Not" She Cried. “‘You Mustn’t Got”* the bag and returned it to its former position on the floor; then slipped out into the hall and shut the door behifid him. His intention was to reach Maddelin’s bedroom by way of a broad ledge which ran along under the windows. To one of steady head the passage offered no difficulties, and Creig was quite sure of himself, already triumphant. Nevertheless, he tried Maddelin’s door; found it locked, as he had expected; tried the door of the connecting room, which Maddelin’s maid occupied. That also was locked. He turned back to one of the windows with some- thing like satisfaction in sticking to his original plan. The window rattled slightly as he raised it; but he was scarce conscious of this fact, regarded it not at all. The ledge outside was about three feet below the window; it ran the length of the house, and there were other windows all along. The foot- ing was so broad he was able to go almost on hands and knees, and he gripped the sills for greater security as he worked along the face of the house. The moon struck a bright shadow from his body against the wall; he watched it move as he moved, and had a fancy that it was like a spider crawling awkwardly with long legs; smiled with faint amusement at the idea Sut though his thoughts thus wandered, he moved swiftly; and it was little more than a minute since he left Lois when he crouched on the ledge beneath the open window of the room where Maddelin slept. Before raising his head he listened—heard no sound; and when at last he ventured to peer over the sill he saw the broad bed a few feet from the window, saw where moonlight struck across its foot and saw Maddelin’s head, still upon the shadowed pillow. She was asleep; there was that about her very posture, relaxed and quiet, which told him this. She slept on her back, a light coverlet drawn up to her bosom, one arm lying along her side with palm upturned, the other hand’s fingers curled into the coverlet at her breast He could see her bosom rise and fall with her steady breathing. Her warm hair was all across the white pillow, and once while he still watched from the window she stirred a little in her sleep. When she was quiet again Creig, with a movement like that of a snake, slid across the sill and on hands and knees drew toward the bed. XII be E1IG’S search for the hiding place in which / Maddelin had this night bestowed her jewels seemed to him to occupy an interminable time. A swift glance around her bedroom had showed him that, save for the bed, it contained only a small table beside her head and a low chest across the foot. It was unlikely, he thought, that the things would be there. They were more apt to be in her dressing room where he had sat with her the afternoon before, while the maid arranged her hair. As soon as he felt sure she would not awaken too soon, he had thereupon come into the dressing room. No moon struck here, since the windows were on the east side of the house; and he had no flash- light and dared not turn on even the shaded lights about the room. So he was forced to work in semidarkness, more by the sense of touch than that of sight. When he could see the arrangement of remembered objects, he crossed to the dressing table with a threefold mirror at its back; bent low to scrutinize its surface, running his hands with palms down across each object. Brush and comb. A little silver box that when opened re vealed manicuring instruments. Three crystal bottles of scent in a silver-grille stand. A tiny jar; a tube that was soft under his fingers; a lip stick in its silver casing. Nothing that could by any possibility contain the things he sought. But there was a drawer, and he opened this and ran his hands back into the corners. A faint fra- grance rose from it, clouding about his head, to some extent disguising the fumes that drifted in to him from the other room. He had a momentary fear that she must be waking, and crossed to look in at her. She had not stirred, and he returned and satisfied himself there was nothing in the dressing-table drawer. Another table stood in the center of the room. He re- membered that she used it as a desk, kept writing materials there. A moment satisfied him that what he sought was not upon the table, and he tried one of the drawers. It was locked, and this passive resistance infuriated him so that he ranged to and fro seeking some instrument with which to force it open. A paper knife in the form of a stiletto at

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| ! last served him; he forced the lock with a wrench and a low crackle of splintering wood. But Creig was past cau- tion now; he did not even listen to hear the sound of an alarm. There were only notebooks and books of account within the drawer But at the other end of the table he found again a lock that barred his way, and to force this was more difficult. Before the thing was done, the smoothly finished wood was scarred and torn; when it was done a steel cash box lay within, and as he lifted this, his heart leaping with triumph, he heard the faint clink of coins inside. Then he saw that the key of this box was in the lock; and when he raised the lid a sheaf of currency and a few loose coins greeted his eye. He wadded the bills into the small key pocket in his bath- ing trunks. The other drawers of the table were unlocked, contained only stationery and old letters. There was still a chest of drawers. He half remembered Maddelin had said the jewels were in one of these drawers, when they talked together that afternoon, and he reached them in two swift strides. The top drawer stuck, he wrenched it open; but the noise this time alarmed him and he moved more cautiously thereafter. His hands, in the darkness, plunged into a heap of soft silken things; he tumbled them irreverently to and fro, desperately groping here and there. A fragrance that was as much a part of Maddelin as her smile rose from these disordered garments. It intoxicated him. He began to perspire; drops formed on his brow and on his shoulders, and his hands were damp. By and by, reluctant to accept even temporary failure, he closed the top drawer and in turn drew out the others. Each was pressed full of intimate garments, neatly folded and piled away by the stern hands of the maid. Creig thought of this with an impersonal amusement. The iron- featured woman would be full of anger when she discovered them in disorder in the morning. The man thereafter took a certain satisfaction in the havoc which he did. He lifted out great handfuls of silken stuff and scattered the things about the floor, trampling across them as he moved to and fro. When he had finished his search and found it fruitless, he was unwilling to accept the reverse and began again, removing everything till each drawer was stripped and clean and he was forced to be convinced that the thing he sought was not here When he turned to consider the room again, his eyes fell on the window seat and he thought it offered a chance of Within, his groping hands touched the smooth bark of white birch logs, stored here for use in the fireplace in the end of the room He removed them, one by one, laying the logs on the floor at his side, each separately; and when they were all out h« ventured to bring a match from the smoking tray on the table and light it and peer into every corner of the receptacle thus revealed. It was patently empty. He thought of the possibility of a loose board that might conceal a hiding place, but his feverish search could discover nothing of the kind. Creig had by this time become quite unconscious of the passage of time; had utterly forgotten Lois, who waited below stairs. But if he had remembered her it would have made no difference. The man was intoxicated with greed, drunk with the disappointments he had thus far encoun tered. It had never occurred to him that he would have difficulty in finding the jewels, once he should have made his way into thisroom. His course had been so smooth, the path had opened so easily before him, all had gone as he planned; success depended only on his ability to lay his hands on the things which must be somewhere here, and easily secured. But he could not find them, and his failure drove him half insane with rage The thought of the closet came to him with all the fore« of inspiration. He knew where it lay; knew that it was wide and deep. The door opened under his hand. There was a small window in the end, so that some light came in and he could see the garments on their hangers, limp and success, and cressed and lifted the cover THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 23 shapeless and without any suggestions of the beauty of line which they borrowed from Maddelin when she wore them He caught at one with an incautious hand and the hanger scraped along the rod, warning him to be more careful. So without disturbing them he knelt and crawled through their hanging folds to fumble in the darkness along the wall behind. A blank wall, with no help anywhere. At the end nearest the window his groping hands found drawer han dles; and when he opened them he fumbled among the boots and slippers they contained, and brought matches } and struck them recklessly, dropping their smoldering ends about his knees. There were so many clothes here; he was almost lost among them. A tweed skirt suggested the possibility of pockets, and he felt clumsily through the Above the one so high he« ould not hanging things, furious at their intricacies clothes rod there were two shelve reach it and hats in stiff board boxes were ranged here. He brought a chair and climbed upon it and took down each box, ripping it open, tearing out the hat it contained with When his efforts , till were thwarted a fury seized upon him: he controlled out regard for the expensive fabrications his trembling hands to avoid making any sound as he re moved everything from the hangers and tossed them behind him on the floor till the closet was empty, till a flaring match gave him final and hopeless assurance that what he sought was not here In the reaction from this disappointment he realized that he needed a drink; but he knew Maddelin kept no liquor in her room. Her habit was abstemious. He had to stifle his desire; tried to force himself to think calmly, to decide where this tragically elusive hiding place could be; had at this moment a fleeting thought of Lois, below stairs, but put the thought behind him. Let her wait, or let her go if she chose. Having come thus far, he would not be robbed now of the fruits of his enterprise. He could always find her when he wished Continued on Page 82 His Pursuit Was Instant; He Overtook Her on the Bank When She Was Racing Toward its Edge, Ready to Dive Into the Water Below

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THE SATURDAY VFYNHE Hathley apartment, five rooms and one bath, | occupies the second floor of a corner building; it - commands, therefore, two streets, both neatly tree lined. On clear evenings the two streets are attractive thoroughfares, although rather a nuisance to auto mobile drivers because of the children running and j laughing ep, always from curb to threatening roll out in front of some scar. It is neighborhood A neighborhood f mulberry a resi silk hangings and blue chambray romp ers, Nina once commented cheerfully Only a few apartmei t inter buildings are persed among stucco and pressed-brick houses; these latter mostly of two tories, On rainy evenings in the shining pavements are brilliantly retlected the there is sug gested a Venetian scene are lights; and stucco gracefully in wondrous lrees, brick are misted vague but beauty waofthe living room Nina Hathley rom thewind could see Dennis come either ording as he had taken bus or elevated rail- way In dusk or rain, among a hundred-odd homing men there was no mistak- ing, a block away, his tall, quick, gray-clad figure. Hie had a spring, a vitality to his walk that the aver- swinging down treet, acc age man lacks This particular day end April's arm had dusk or it Nina was looking hard at the gray-and-blue tuceo house which ended the north side of the block to the She liked that house; and it was for ale, She did not aee Den- s until he was nearly at the entrance of their building. He came briskly, lifting his face with a smile as he neared He threw up his head debonairly even, i little, kissing a forefinger to Janie and Josie, whose two three years and five, were glued to glass panes as always, awaiting him Premonition came to Nina. It came in the form of a Always Dennis smiled, arriving home hiefly for that smile she had married him eight years he was the prettiest stenographer and he was the leader armong the younger city salesmen of the Rut sometimes Dennis had a trick There was a certain debonair was clear tuayed seemed even; west his own windows fat faces, small uneasiness before, when Ambulox hosiery firm of smiling too cheerfully lift to his head Nina had violet eyes, with long black lashes. It that violet possessing gray lights, however, that can upon with fright or with delight. She moved from the windows rather hastily, as if not to give her eyes time to darken from any thought. Pressing the buzzer to admit Dennis below and save him vetting out his key, she made her way to the small kitchen ind was engaged in placing hot food upon the dining table by the time he had disengaged himself from the fat shriek- and had taken off his overcoat. ile was still smiling when he came out into the dining His shoulders, too, were a little lifted, as if to em was oceasion darken into black ng Josie and Janie room phasize a man’s independence of mind or his satisfaction with life A woman does not live intimately with a man for several years, sharing his days and nights, his hopes and fears, without an educative knowledge of him; of his thoughts and face Dennis Hathley beamed at Nina, who was uncovering a hot vegetable dish. He swung fat Janie to her high chair and fat Josie to her not so high chair, before seating himself at the foot of the round table. aoe, By Iida M. Evans TLLUSTRATED BY R. mM. CROSBY “'l Remember You Took That First Position in Pittsburgh, Alice, to Get Away From Spring Housccteaning"’ Nina tucked in Josie’s napkin and admonished Janie to leave the mayonnaise bowl alone. But her busy eyes held a fleck of waitingness. Her lips were set, too, in a waiting line, almost curveless. She waited. He lifted a dish and cleared his throat; just the easy clearing which Nina knew well enough. “Don’t know whether you'll be altogether pleased at what I’m going to tell you, Nina.” “What is it, Dennis?” “Won't be upset, honey?” He had a clear genial voice. He had a trick, as well, when he would be extra persuasive of speech, of lifting the corners of his well-shaped mouth and of crinkling the corners of his good-humored dark hazel eyes. Men never found it hard to listen to what Dennis Hath- ley had to say. Women were not different. And Nina, for all her eight years of marriage to him, felt the old familiar touch of blood, the response of pulse, at his word of en- dearment. But she hardened her heart deliberately as well as she could. She controlled her pulse. This was the way Dennis always began when “What is it, Dennis?” “Well, it’s been coming on for some time.” He paused to tuck in Janie’s napkin. ‘ And today | told old Maxwell where to get off. I didn’t feel obliged to take a certain burst of talk from him.” “Oh— Dennis!” Maxwell was general manager of the Rako general tex- tile firm with which Dennis had been connected the past two years. “Hold off judgment, Nina. Let me tell how it hap- pened. You'll agree that I was in the right. "Member that big bill of toweling I sold the Gustafson brothers out on Sixty-third? Well, this week they claimed they got over- stocked in February and begged to cancel part of the order, after it had been delivered.” EVENING POST '» BASY February 23,1924 GO “But Maxwell wouldn’t quarrel with you over a par- tially canceled order? Not this spring?”’ “No. Maxwell was once a salesman. He's got sense enough to know a good half loaf from a retailer is better than a moldy whole. That was finished and over. I didn’t even mention the commission I was due to Prefer a good half myself. I’m just letting you Nina, how in nocently the argument started.” Nina reached for a but- tered roll which was un- skillfully balancing on the edge of the white tray of Josie’s high chair. ““Maxwell had been drinking, I think. You know he’s rather offensive at such times. Anyway, while I was still at his desk he decided to jump hard on me because | hadn’t sold the Hawlson department this year, but instead let the Currane house get theaccount. I could have told him why. One of the Hawlson daughters married one of old Currane’s dozen or so neph lose. see, store ews. Salesmanship often falls down be fore relationship Well, the upshot was I told Maxwell I wasn’t tied where I was standing And—that’s all.” “Why didn’t you tell him the reason you didn’t land the Haw] son account?” There was just a hint of pleading in her question. “Why should I? He ought to have gumption enough to guess there's some good and obvious reason when I account.” “What will you do? “Oh He shrugged, smiled easily and helped himself to more mashed potatoes. ‘“‘Are you worried?” “N-no. That is ; “Sure, honey. I understand. You're not exactly elated, because you have a conservative soul, Nina my own, and an exaggerated sense of respect for your elders, like Max well.” He flipped a bread ball at Janie. “Don’t, Dennis! She learns tricks so easily.’ “She does!’’—repentantly, dodging a small fist of po tato. He returned to his subject. ‘But you'd have a lot of nerve to be worried, hon, considering my yearly sales records.” “T know.”” An imperceptible hesitation, however “Guess it'll be the Perono dry-goods house sent me word some time ago. ‘Member Crozier used to be a sub with the Ambulox? He's assistant manager now at the Perono. Said he'd like me with him as soon as there was a city opening. Phoned him this afternoon; but he’s out of town, Won't be back for ten days.” “Ten days?” “Ye-eh. Might as well do some holidaying while | wait for him to get back. And I feel like a good show right to- night.” She said, with a touch of haste, that the Mendells across the hall were to drop in for the evening. Dennis was disappointed. The Mendells were a dull, middle-aged, conscientious pair who talked copiously about the world’s unrest and saved hard for their children’s education and their own old age. The husband was in the stockroom of a linen wholesale house for which Dennis once had been city salesman. Mrs. Mendell was a skillful person with meats, stout waisted, who wondered patheti- eally why she couldn’t wear the little bright straw flapper cloches which so suited violet-eyed Nina. Before they came over, Dennis talked on lightly to Nina while she cleared the dishes. They were without a maid. Ne lose an > Crozier

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*) te I ‘ | ! i \ t Crozier With an > > Word f ~ Imperative ore /phoan~ AA y Stayed Her { Nina listened in silence for the most part. She tried to harden her judgment. Insensibly, as always, she found herself being swayed by the clear convincing voice, by the easy flow of Dennis’ light but plausible arguments. Against her will and her judgment she began to picture Maxwell as inimical and unfair. Oh, Dennis was a seller. Something in his personality, or in his soul, reached out winning tentacles, likable ten- tacles, and took hold of other souls, other minds. He could take his customers with him, in the jargon of whole- sale textile establishments. The Gustafson brothers, on Sixty-third Street; Abie Klein, the veteran retailer at Forty-seventh; old Miss Blaine, at Thirty-ninth, with her five shelves of linens perched over a crude potpourri of notions and tinware—they liked Dennis, yielded to his order book when withstanding other men’s books. But in eight years Dennis had changed firms six times. He had a gift, as much as the musician or the etcher. He was aware of having it Presently the Mendells came over and Dennis greeted them as cordially as if their entrance made the evening unusually pleasant for him. It was not hypocrisy or forced hospitality. Dennis liked peo- ple. That, of course, was part of his secret. He was genuinely and friendlily interested in their news. They were buying, at last, a home; eight thousand dollars down, the rest on mort- gage and monthly terms. Nina was inter ested, too; but less heartily. Something wistful and slightly envious flitted over her pretty, mobile face. Many mothers of young children clamoring imperiously for outdoor play space can take on such look at a word. But presently she was listening with mingled amusement and admiration, as if hypnotized, to Dennis The Mendells had practically decided to buy in Wilforest, a well-to-do North Side section. The North Side of Chicago has as many sections, in lieu of a better word, as an Einstein theory. Dennisraised his eyebrows. “‘Wilforest? Say, Mendell, why? Why? Let me tell you, Mendell, Bellmette would be a hundred per cent better location for you. And this isn’t unreliable hearsay on my part There followed an hour of the clear persuasive voice, with an occasional half protest from the older, duller man. Taxes and traction routes were discussed; future real-estate values were told off; public schools’ locations were made clear. In the hour the Mendells had changed their original plans. Wilforest was discarded. Where the Mendells chose to buy a house was nothing actually to Dennis, Nina knew. Their welfare was really nothing tohim. But she gave him credit for sincerity. Somehow he had learned that the one place was a better buy than was the other. That something in his nature which reached curious winning tentacles to the other man’s mind had not unaltruistically reached for the Mendells’ betterment. Honestly he had wished to do them a favor. He had exerted himself for their profit. Presently the visitors went home, in that grateful good na- ture which beneficiaries often feel, despite the reputation of humanity in general for ingratitude In sober attitude Nina sat for five minutes after they had gone. Thinking, she said, when Dennis asked, while he yawned and wound his watch and looked toward kitchen and ice box, where remained a slice of the evening’s roast “You could sell real estate well, Dennis.” ‘I could,” he yawned “Maybe. But I’ve spent too many years with the textile trade, hon. It’s my baby. Couldn't adopt a strange child.” “That Ansonby house on the corner —gray-and-blue stucco, you know —is for sale. Only seven thousand down. Of course it’s only an old frame stuccoed over, but the yard is big, with a hedge. And values in this part of town are sure to rise.” “Wish I could buy it,’” he responded genially. “Ex pected to plant part of my bonus this year. But making the change eliminates the bonus.” Nina abruptly was not attentive. Her eyes darkened Alice! That was why, subconsciously, her mood had sensed the need at this particular time for unwonted soberness. Alice was coming for a visit this month. This morning she had been anticipatory. Something to dread now. It was quite true that she and Alice had the bond of the same mother’s knee. But the knee had been shared some fifteen years ago, and now behind Alice, plump, pretty, vivaciously prosperous, clad usually in duvetyn and fur, loomed Alice’s husband, Tom, who owned con siderable stock in the traction system of Pittsburgh Alice had sisterly eyes to see with, and ears to hear with, and—oh, positively!—a tongue to speak with. Twice in the past her delicate eyebrows had gone up a little at men tion of the fact that Dennis was with a new firm “I See. But Now I Dare Say You'll THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 25 “Another? But, Nina my dear, what is the matter with all the wholesale houses that Dennis attaches himse!f to?” Nina explained, with forced lightness, what was the actual truth; Dennis always found a better firm than ths last. He never resigned by request, but by his own wish Alice was silent In a maddeningly sympathetic way, Alice could be silent! Besides, at this last visit, two years back, while Alice had been gray-duvetyn-and-fur-clad from her waved head to her ankles, Nina had been wearing her last year’s brown sport coat. It was a perfectly good coat, and Nina was comfortably aware that Dennis would buy her a black velvet-and-marten cape Christmas, then only six weeks off She had spent four weeks deftly leading his mind to that end, away from his own jeweled-and-platinum-wrist-watch idea. Dennis loved to give expensive and unnecessary jewelry. But there would have been no use thus to explain to Alice, who might have listened— well, silently At that visit Nina had had a flash of dislike for her only sister. There had been no return visit made by Nina. That was, of course, because she did not care to leave Dennis, and on his vacations he | could hunt or fish. She was almost sure, however, that iked to go some place where he Alice laid the nonpayment to lack of money for railway fare g in front of the ice box, after a thick sandwich slice from cold roast, that Nina broodingly decided to write the news beforehand. Then It was while Dennis was squattir Alice would have digested it before arriving. Alice was a quick digester. She might have her versatile thoughts on something eise by the time of her arrival ] In bed, while Dennis got leisurely into his pajamas, N NINA framed the letter. Then, turning out the light, Dennis shot up shade and window and stood a moment looking out at the sky “Moon like a pot of gold,"’ he commented exuberantly. “Sky's like a dusky plush shawl. Wish I could lay my face against it.” He was given to such outbursts. They were inspired by the sheer zest of life that, too, was his gift Against the moon-white window his shoulders and head showed straight and alert, as those of a man who is pleased enough wit! existence. Nina was suddenly aware of her love for him and his boyishly poetic outbursts, with all his failings Still to Alice the next day she sent her careful letter with its clever touch of half boast over Dennis’ last step And within the week, for her precipitancy she could have shaken herself till her teeth chattered lice wrote to postpone her visit, as Tom had decided to take three months of Europe need for Nina to have been prematurely discursive; at he two epistles crossed paths, No least on the unalterable gray linen-finished page Bubbling with well-being after her travels, but proving to own a perfect memory for the written name and fact, Alice arrived unexpectedly seven months later It was just a three days’ stop while Tom after breezing out for dinner shot on to St. Paul on a traction errand. But by that time had come Dennis’ bitter break with Crozier and Continued on Page 44 Stay Where You are for Some Years?"

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26 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST LO By Mary King Waddington T il Eprror’s Note —-Extracts from let written to Mrs. Eugene Schuyler, rn Gertrude Wallace King. Appey Lopag, Friday, June 20th February 23,1924 SATURDAY, 21st. DIDN’T get out this morning; sat in the garden and read the papers, seeing that Madame Wad- FE, ARRIVED yesterday for dinner, Charlotte and I, with the little maid who had never “i the sea before, and who green and shiver ng with cold seasickness when we arrived at iaven, We took the long cross ng by Dieppe and Newhaven. We ire both good sailors and the boats ] ire splendid. The captain received vay and installed us where we had chairs ugs and tea, and a cabin We found Hilda— Baroness Deich nn, widow of Baron Deichmann, London for his beautiful ‘ alone ind immediately plunged into all sorts of engage- ment Che house looked charming We sat a little while in the drawing room after dinner, all doors and indows open on the garden and a delicious scent of flowers everywhere it is lovely this morning. Hilda, Charlotte and | went for a walk in Regent's Park, into which the gar den opens. This is a charming old house. Hilda was born here and married from here Her father, Iirnest de Bunsen, was practically an Englishman, and married an Eng- lishwoman; but he was a German ubject and was chamberlain of the Berlin court. He was a son of the famous Baron de Bunsen, so long Prussian minister at the Court of St James. Abbey Lodge was always an open house. All the years I lived in London | went over there often on sunday afternoon, when there was in assemblage of friends and cousin ind all the people of any distinction, binglish and foreign, who were in London, Hilda keeps up the family tradition and her house is always full After lunch Charlotte and I started to make our round of palaces, dington, with her son and daughter- in-law, had arrived in London for the season. Madame Gennadius, wife of the Greek minister —the same Gennadius who was secretary of the Greek legation in London when we were there at the embassy, and who always looked so picturesque at the drawing-room in his native dress a white woollen skirt and embroi- dered jacket—was drawing in the garden. Hilda introduced her to us, as she was going to stay to lunch Hilda was lunching at the Germar Embassy. She is an Englishwoman, clever and easy. We talked politics, of course—the Balkans. She was al ready disgusted with the Bulgarians who said they had taken Saloniki and done all the fighting; that the Greeks merely walked into the tow: when they had forced the gates She went off directly after lunch, and at four, Hilda came back, and she and I and Charlotte started in a motor for Osterley, Lord Jersey’ beautiful place, where they receive every Saturday during the season The drive about forty minutes is not very interesting; all through the London suburbs. We passed Sion House, the Duke of Northum berland’s place, and I showed Char lotte the Percy lion with his tail sticking straight out. We were quite a file of carriages and motors, all evi dently going the same way. It is a beautiful place; a large, square house with an enormous perron between rows of columns Lady Jersey was waiting in the great hall, where there were quanti ties of little tea tables set with flowers and strawberries, and numbers of ser vants, some in black, with breeche and silk stockings, some in ordinary livery. It had (trés grand air. I found, of course, plenty of people that I knew. Sir Donald McKenzie came and had tea at our table, and Charlotte found some French friends, ‘ Countess and Mademoiselle de St The Prince of Wates Receiving President Poincare, on His Official Visit to England The King and Queen of England, With Their Children much to the delight of Hilda’s old coachman, who loves royalties. When he heard I was coming he told Hilda she must get another pair of horses; hers were not good enough to drive her excellency At Buckingham Palace where there is always the same enormous porter, who knows me weil —we wrote ourselves down, and I left a note for the Queen, saying that I had arrived for a short stay and would so like to present my son and his wife. The man assured me my letter should go at once with a courier they were just sending off to Windsor. The court doesn’t come back until Monday. Then we did Marlborough House, where I left a note for Queen Alexandra; also left cards for Cambon, the French ambassador The streets and park looked very full and gay, though everybody is still at Ascot. We got back to Abbey Lodge, where Hilda had a young German play ing extremely well on a splendid Stradivarius. As Hilda was dining out, we thought we would go to the theater and see the piece, Milestones—three genera- tions-- which has made a great talk. We were quite independent; went and came back in ataxi. The piece was interesting-—not much acting. It was more a suc cession of tableaux than anything else. The costumes and the play were amusing. The men in the first act, in Empire and Directoire dress, with high black satin stocks; and the women in the next in crinolines; and their grandchildren, in the third act, in the very exag- gerated dress all the young women wear now— soft, clinging draperies and very open dresses. It is much less fatiguing than the Paris theaters; the entr’actes not nearly so long. We were out at eleven o'clock. Aldegonde, who were as much sur prised to see her as she was to se¢ them. After tea we went out on the lawn, which looked charming. There was another big tea table at one end, a band of music and quantities of peopl walking about. Lady Jersey introduced her brother-in-law, Villiers, to Charlotte and told him to take her over the place, and above all to show her the lake where Francis and her gir] used to row when he was small and he went out on Sunday for tea and dinner. I walked about with Bill Barringtor and Henry James. I told him | loved his smal! boys. Wher I finally got hold of Charlotte again I introduced her to so many people she was quite bewildered. She looked very pretty in her Valenciennes dress over pink and a big tulle taupe hat. We got home late and had a quiet evening SUNDAY, 22nd tr ARLOTTE and Martha, the little maid, went off to the new Roman Catholic cathedral at Westminster, and Hilda and I sat quietly in the garden, and she read some passages of her book, Commentary on the Gospel of Saint John, dictated to her by her angels. There are some beautiful things in it which would give comfort to anyone; and if one could believe implicitly life would be much easier, as one would act always under their guidance, which has certainly been wise and understanding for her; but, of course, everyone has not that kind of mystical side to his character Charlotte and I went to lunch with the Harcourts Hon. Louis Harcourt, M. P., married to Miss Burns, niece of Mr. Pierpont Morgan--in Berkeley Square —just alone with them and the children. He looks very well, though he says he is tired. I asked him why the government didn’t do something to prevent all the suffragette outrages. He did ~ CPE in = — oe — = = eo ——

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not give a very satisfactory answer; said it was always difficult to deal with women, and they couldn’t let them starve themselves to death; it was against the law. We saw all the children. The boy, Billy, is splendid. We came back for tea, as Hilda is always at home Sunday afternoon and a man was coming to play but I could not make up my mind to sit indoors such a lovely afternoon, so I stayed in the garden and talked to Bill Barrington and Fred Harford. I think Barrington misses the diplomatic life very much. If he had only had patience and held on a little longer he would surely | embassy; but he got tired of South America ford is minister at Caracas and he doesn’t like All the visitors wer and Marie de Bunsen and a friend artist to dinner and the Swede played divinely afterwards 1 believe he played well, ave had an Fred Har- that much t off about seven o'clock, a Swedish woman, at stayed Monbay, 23rd P apetebeme beautiful morning. Charlotte and I strolled about Oxford Street doing some shopping. While we lunch a arrived House saying that Queen Alexandra from Marlborough would were at messenger receive us at three. So we just had time to change our dresses and start The big gates of Marlborough House were open, so we drove straight in There were two big red-coated footmen and two men in black in the hall. We were shown at once nto the drawing-room and Lady Antrim received us. I was pleased to see her again, as I used to see her often in the id days. We waited a few minutes; then the door into the inner drawing-room was opened and Lady Antrim told us to go Charlotte was rather nervous, so I told her to do just what I did—take off the right-hand glove and make three urtsies. I hadn’t time to make more than one, for the Queen advanced to meet me, kissed me most affectionately ind was charming to Charlotte. The Empress Marie dowager empress of Russia, sister of Queen Alexandra was also there, and she, too, kissed me and was glad to see ( harlotte Both ladie were very simply dressed plain black costumes with hats —they had been lunching with the King and Queen-—and pearl necklaces; the empress’ pearls much the handsomer—as big as gooseberries Queer Alexandra was charming to Charlotte; recalled ill sorts of things when Francis was young and told me ifterwards she found her charming, so handsome and distinguée. It seemed quite natural to be sitting there i: her pretty drawing-room opening on the garder She talked a great deal about King Edward and showed me the last picture of him; then said, ‘I am sure you would like to take your children to the State Ball. I will end you invitation I told her we had them, that we had written to Cam bon before we left Paris and had received them the day ifter we arrived She then said ‘The last State Ball you were at we were there You will think of is, and you wil tell me afterwards f the young ones do it as well as we did.””’ Which com mission I ally did not execute. She asked natu me to come and ee her again be fore I left, and then asked where I was staying, that Abbey Lodge said something to her but she couldn't recall, so I ex plained who Hilda was and then she knew all about it, saying, “Oh, ther

pretty well, but is much ¢ hanged, Every now and then her memory fails her in a curious way. She leads a invalid’s life, never goes any- regular where, and goes to bed every night at ten o'clock Wegot home late, and as Hilda was dining out, Charlotte and I went again to the theater. The piece was rather pretty, one of the swell ac- Mrs. Pat rick Campbell —a pretty woman, very well dressed, play ing tresses TUESDAY, 24th DIDN’T go out this morning. I had various letters notes to and an swer, and besides, I am always glad of an excuse to rest In this lovely garden Arthur He Arthur eountry Sir George to see me Lady in the came and are not to them me to I am sorry see more ol He wanted stop until the four teenth of July, when Kitchener Was going to dine with them, and of

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Willy there We lunched quietly at home and went o o'clock to St has several Charlotte wants to be back for the Distribu also the gold crown of the George's Hospital to see We have a distant cousin, a Waddingtor and he there, tents 189, - -% “ and his feelings would be muct f hurt if fT about three Poincaré arrive no} chaplair how and have invited us to come and see the

tea in his rooms afterwards. The streets looked very gay people and soldiers and flags but they don't understand street England The lota of decorations in show would have been much finer in Paris. We saw them quite well-the King and Pres ident in an open carriage, with an the Guards, and three or four carriages following with the ministers Poincaré looked pleased, bowed all the time, and the crowd wa very enthusiastic. T escort of and suites The cousin gave us tea in his rooms over looking the park, and then we started off again to have tea with Lady Clanwilliam. There of course, I found quantities of people I knew. Charlotte for the first time the saw tea served in the dining room downstairs, the maids in black and white the housekeeper presiding in black with the dresses apron with a gold chain There were plenty of menser long vants upstairs and in the hall Charlotte and | dined with Lord Lady Newton, who have a large house in Belgrave and N iar i 4 iands 1 n Square-—a very handsome dir ner Il had Lord Weardale—old Philip Stanhope—for my other ide, and Charlotte had Lord Monson, whom she likes very they had just dined with us in Paris M. P. whose much and a clever young name she couldn't make out oy When we first came in Lady 4 Newton said to me Here i an old friend who i delighted to see you again,” and it was Justice Holmes, whom I had not seen since Washington We talked a little but e was not near me at dinner and* was surrcunded by the men when he came in afte dinner. I asked him t yme and dine with us on the Fourth of July, but he as engaged, and | never saw him agau The other guests were Lord and Lady Henry Ben tinck, Mrs. Hope-Vere Madame de Montebello’s sister Cora, Lady Strafford, with her third husband, Lady Susar Townley Sargent, and one or two men I can't rembmber

Lady Newton was dis not much ap pointed to have Sir Arthur Lady Nichol and Arthur Balfour, but they both taken fron and were away her commanded at the last moment to the Poin paiace harlotte’s experience of banquet for It was ( a“ big Lor don din hel vaund

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that was her beau laving crossed at tiful carriage you ight He and came in; we saw Charlotte walked t from the win about a little and dow.”’ I repeated then he went off to the remark to the } a lunch at one of old coachman, | the clubs given for who swelled witl Mr. Page, the new pride American ambas ? We left three or sador, and |! four cards, and lunched at the then went to tea Reays’ with Mar with Mary quis and Marquise Burns Mrs. de Chasseloup Walter Burns, sis- Loubat and a ter of Mr. Pierpont — - oan alte On Continued on Morgan. She looks Nuneham Hail, Near Oxford, the Residence of Viscount Harcourt Page 48

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28 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE SATURDAY EVENING POST FOUNDED A°’D' 1728 PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY BY THE CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY INDEPENDENCE SQUARE PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA, U.S.A. GEORGE HORACE LORIMER, EDITOR ents the ¢ All Newsdealers. By Subscription: To the Argentina, Bolivia, Brazil, Colombia, Costa Guatemala, Isle of Pines Paraguay, P Republic of Honduras Spain $200 the Year. Remit by U. S. Money wder, Express Money Order, Check or by Draft, payable in U. 5S Funds Fis ‘ United States and os Rice, Cuba Mexico py From essions Dominican Republic, Ecuador, Nicaragua, Panama snd Lruguey By Subscription, $3.00 the Year Ten Cents— dian or t To Canade Single Copies, Can 5. Funds lo Newfoundland (with Lebrador) and other Foreign Countries, exclusive ot those mentioned above, by subscription, post paid, $6.00 the Year. Re mittances to be by Fostal or Express Money Order or by Draft on a bank in the U. S., payable in U.S, Funds PHILADELPHIA, FEBRUARY 25, 1924 The Center of the Country GREAT metropolitan daily in one of its columns of \ editorial comment recently enjoyed a little mild and good-natured fun at the expense of a rather prominent journalist and editor from Kansas who had been visiting the modern Babylon. He measured everything in the metropolis by the standards of his own small town, so the spaper said, and was inclined to believe all the whop ers concerning the big city’s wickedness which obtiging reporters told him. Perhaps the country editor had been mposed upon, 1 the It is East, should feel toward the Westerner a certain easy- said the city editor, who thereupon dis- misse subject inevitable that city populations, especially in the going tolerance coupled with just a tinge of superiority. Chose who tive in the older and more thickly settled regions can hardly fail to regard, perhaps almost uncon y, the newer and more sparsely settled portions of the country with a trace of condescension, just as the older countries of Europe look out upon their children in other ontinents as somewhat in the nature of upstarts. From the fact of its newness the culture of the West, espect ly in sent so hard-surfaced a polish as that of the older commu- very its more remote portions, cannot pre- nities. One does not expect to find so much activity in ‘ irt, drama, music and book publishing in a prairie, desert w mountain state as in Boston or New York. The im- pressiveness of an academic or ecclesiastical function is heightened by age, memories and historic associations. There are thousands of miles of Western country whose only memories and historic associations have te do with cattle and sheep wars, the severity of blizzards and early Indian raids we except a few cities on the Pacific Coast and a couple or so in the mountains, the West beyond Kansas City is a vastly extended mountain and plain. Population is spread Nature almost out very thin indeed across the endless face of ifuman interests do not concentrate, one might say coagulate, as they do in such a place as the New York Stock Exchange. In the great centers of popu- lation one feels as if a mighty pulse were beating. From the force of numbers the becomes a crucible of very city rumors, news and intelligence. Thus lightly and thoughtlessly, and for the most part untruly, men will say that unless they are near these masses of population they are far away from the center of things. What they really mean is that the sheer force of numbers, the wealth of entertainment, even if they cannot avail themselves of it all, the multiplicity of buildings, factories, stores and homes, even if they cannot enter them all, the very pressure, complexity and speed of life give human beings a vicarious sense of being in the midst of things. It must be admitted, of course, that much of the West is quite bare and primitive in appearance. There is beauty and majesty of natural scenery in the mountain regions, and an impressive sweep of 6pen country in the prairies, but man has not as yet had the time or opportunity to add much to Nature. Nor does it seem possible to pile up the ornaments and monuments of civilization except in its greater cities, and these develop where industry, and especially commerce and government, come to a head; not in the broad spaces given over to agriculture, grazing, mining and lumbering. But the center of things, the center of the country should, after all, exist for each individual where that individual finds happiness and self-development. It must or it should be where one finds the possibility of hope, of health, of self-respect, of independence and competence. How can the center of things be any place except where self-develop- ment reaches its highest point? For many that place is no doubt in the East, but just as surely it is in the West for many others. The masses of people who live in or near the great cities, complacent and self-satisfied, seem curiously unaware that the individual counts for several times as much in the Not merely the important, successful individual, who is acknowledged as Freed from the complicated and impersonal life of the industrial newer and more sparsely settled regions. such, but each man or woman counts for more. and commercial portions of the country, human beings cease to be mere, almost nameless, hardly numbered cogs in a vast machine. Out from under the weight of the older, more thickly populated and impersonal communities and regions, the individual finds himself less discouraged by failure. Hope He stands in less awe of mere position. Social stratification is is a stronger plant; fears and inhibitions are fewer. less clearly marked, although by no means wholly absent. Democracy to the cynical is an ideal state which has never existed anywhere. But in any case there is developed in the West not only hope but a quality, a spirit of heartiness and enthusiasm which carries one far on the hard road of life. Great spaces, invigorating climate and high altitudes all these are influences which singly or in combination in various portions of the West aid in developing the human qualities which give value and zest to life. The outdoors is more real in these places, and leaving them for other re- gions one wonders why the daylight is so rarely turned on. “They wanted to show me a big skyscraper when I went East last time,”’ said a pioneer of the Rockies, ‘but I told them that where I came from we had mountains higher than their tallest building, with more wood on the out side and more iron inside.” But the influences are not all due to climate and phys- ical geography. The Westerner still feels in his nature the urge of the pioneer. For the most part the covered-wagon era has passed. Pioneering in a country that has even more automobiles, good roads, electricity and telephones in pro- portion to population than the older sections is not quite like that of fifty or seventy-five years ago. Nor is progress necessarily greater or faster in the West than in the East. Change is not the sole prerogative of any section. But pioneering is different from change and prog- ress. There is somehow more breaking of ground in the broad Western spaces. Growth may not be faster or any more real, but the individual is closer to it. In most cases he is more a part of it; he feels more like one of the actors and less like a mere super. He is more likely to be in the show, and usually it is more stirring to be actually in even a minor action than to be looking on at a major battle. The future of the country is dark indeed if its people become convinced that the only worth-while centers are February 23,1924 in a few metropolitan communities. We have improved upon the European pattern by giving a full rich life to millions. America will remain great only as this abundance continues, and that in turn depends upon the ability of men to find their own opportunity scattered far across all the forty-eight commonwealths. The Industrial Pendulum | arene did experimentation go further during and immediately following the war than in the field of labor and industrial relations. Not only did wages soar beyond all previous experience but there was foisted upon employers and employes alike all manner of schemes for bringing about a new heaven and a new earth. Visionary socialistic projects were welcomed by many persons who would have rejected such ideas before the war and who spurn them now. Hordes of self-appointed and inexperienced “experts” descended upon industry, determined to reform owners, managers, workers and consuming public. But the effects of deflation were felt here as elsewhere The spree of millennial experiment was followed by a par- ticularly severe headache. Grandiose schemes fell of their own weight when profitable orders came to an end and labor forces were reduced. Business cut out a lot of fancy talk and tried to get down to hard pan. There was a scram- ble for orders and for jobs, and somehow many of the phantasies of reform became lost in the shuffle Labor unions had grown very powerful; had perhaps abused their power. With deflation their opponents forged to the front, and the open-shop idea was pushed with vigor But the industrial pendulum swings this way and then that. The unions may never regain the power they held during the war, or they may win even more, Only the com- placent and cocksure will dare to say. efforts to But certainly the improve industrial relations will gather new Much of the froth and piffle was cut out in 1920 and 1921, but there is today evidence of an strength as time goes on increased searching for sound measures in the field of indus trial relations The entrance of unions into the business of banking and the sale of corporate securities to working-class employes have made astonishing progress in the last few years. Kither or botn may prove to be less useful and valuable but both advantage of strengthening the thesis that capital and than as per advertisement; have the patent labor, or perhaps employer and employe, have interests in common. The thesis may not be altogether correct; proba- bly capital and labor do not and never can have wholly identical interests. But to take the position that their interests are at all points opposed is practically to abandon the ship of state. It means two armed camps, from whos« opposition no progress can come Just what may evolve from the entrance of labor unions into banking and other lines of business cannot be foreseen as yet. No sensible person, however, supposes that the initiative in industry will be taken from the employer for a long time to come. The responsibility rests primarily with him. If the employer is of the coéperative-minded type, if he regards himself as a senior partner in industry with the employes as junior partners, there will be less need for the fighting type of labor union, and the descrip- tion of industry as warfare, as two armed camps, will be- come less accurate. To the extent that the employer is a real leader, to the extent that he regards the enterprise which he manages as a joint coéperative effort, the union becomes unnecessary. To abolish unions by brute strength and then to put nothing in their place is not progress. For the employer to lead in such a way that the union is unnecessary as the workman’s fighting weapon is not only progress; it is a sound method for the conduct of industry. Admittedly there is never enough of the right sort of leadership. But there is this much that is hopeful to be said: Very slowly, very gradually, always gropingly, an increasing number of individual concerns and whole trades seem to be finding ways of maintaining more just and satisfactory relations with the great bodies of men and women whose lives are tied up with them.

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 29 Oo Oo oO Oo Oo Whe Civilization of Business gan By FLOYD W. PARSONS vit tck.ss.a mining world civilization The portant materials All of which shows the people of the United States are the greatest consumers of which we justly may be proud, but we have more to gai: dangers of overconfidence and teaches that there can be no on the face of the earth. Here in our own country we from recognizing our shortcomings than from nursing ou elaxation of effort in the world struggle for commercial produce more of most things and spend more for life’s inflated pride iccess necessities and luxuries than do the inhabitants of any We have only 6 per cent of the population of the eart} rhe present day is a critical time of scientific develop other land. All of which is not due to any superior mental and we are in possession of but a part of a single continent ment that has transformed people more or less into faddists or physical qualities we may possess, but rather is the re- Several nations of Europe have undertaken the develop- and disciples of half-baked theories. All about us are stag ult of our having become heir to a natural environment in ment of great empires in Africa, and already foreign copper — gering problems, and the average mind right now is recep which the climb to preéminence has been a far easier task and other products from virgin lands are being laid on our tive to the appli ation of many remedies and solutions that than it would have been in a land less livable and less fa- shores for less than we can supply these materials locally are immature and lack proof. In fact there is no question vored with valuable supplies of essential raw materials. The development of Asia has barely commenced and no that comes up but that one can find a proposed cure which The war speeded the advance of the United States to in one can definitely forecast the outcome. The war not onl) is recommended to work speedily and without fail dustrial leadership, but the outcome eventually would have widened our own horizon but it awakened the ancient peo The pity of it is that we find it so difficult to distinguish been the same without such a world conflict having oc- ples of the East to the opportunities that are theirs forthe fact from fiction and to make wide and effective use of the urred. We are rich beyond comparison, but in our accu- claiming new information we acquire. In other words, we are long mulation of wealth we have wasted millions to make on knowledge, but short on its distribution. We have too thousands. In years to come our present reckless extrava- Undistributed Knowledge many laws and too little enforcement. We might with bene gance in the handling of Nature’s bounties will be beyond fit give less attention to the development of new theories the understanding of searching minds. Our descendants HE truth is we have entered an age of amazing change and direct more time and effort to organizing and utilizing will show as much contempt for our display of ignorance as Things that are utilities today are relics tomorrow. — the facts and forces we already possess. We are moving too indignation for our indifference Markets, like methods and devices, are as transient as the fast for sober thought, and we would be much benefited by This does not mean we have failed to perform notable proverbial summer cloud. Just a short time ago we were acquiring more thoroughness at a sacrifice of speed achievements. It does not signify we have disregarded ev- supreme in the production of radium. Now foreigners who The thinker must bury himself in his problem, and this ery opportunity and flunked on meeting each new diffi- discovered richer deposits have largely gained control of cannot be done in the intervals between the dictation of culty. What it indicates is that our total letters and interruptions by personal complishments have been but a fraction = oo : callers and the telephone. Haste always of those possible. All of which is evidence [ ' begets worry, and the result is quantity, that, notwithstanding our unequaled pros not quality. The human body, like any perity, the story of America’s industrial 2. inanimate machine, can be forced to under advance is just as much a record of errors “av 4 take such a high rate of performance that committed, selfishness gratified and blind , og ; Vj py \ | ‘ the certain result will be a breakdown idherence to faulty custom, as it is a recital for which the whole community pays. In of constructive performance. There are ome American colleges we now find boy many attainments in our recent history | Continued on Page 154 GAN SEASON — “ daaen prot o av ¢ DOCNETY on Ave > ia AK es pene” a ¥E VP ZB “ One Pest the Frost Doesn't Kill

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30 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST SHORT TUR Washington, Speed and Posterity HEN Washington marched off to war against King f (org / third one He found the conflict lengthened out ( ’ le Hie ferred om fhing in 76 aged longer than he'd reckoned; You'll have to wail a lashing, brave supporter ¢ established more headquar reached objectives he Delaware and caught the foe at r would fret and chaff, when George with lo chair to bench to couch to footstool niture has thus attained fame niches Country must have worn out many ills where grind fhe god furned out our who rush today permit ita glory’s diminution d our debt to Lafayette But Fortune how we ? For thougl hie ade i low those days, she made the British The foresight of George Washington his martial ardor kept in Phe while he snatched some forty winks in all the beda lu le pl i? Fairfax Downe 7] Another Chapter From American History a Roosevelt Memorial Association at length suc ceeded in having October twe nty-seventh, Roose velt’s birthday, declared a legal holiday. That was all right; it filled in the gap between Columbus Day and I le ction Day, and near ly every body was satisfied There was some dissatisfaction, however, among the Friends of France, who felt that October twenty eighth, the date on which the Bartholdi statue was presented to the United States, should have been chosen. The fol lowing year Bartholdi’s Day became a national holiday. During the same year a bill was introduced in Con gress, sponsored by the American Tobaeco and Cigar Dealers Association, to have April twelfth, Henry Clay's birthday, declared a national holiday. Although the bill at first met with some opposition, a deal was made with the representatives in Congress of the American Meteoro logical Society, whereby Henry Clay's birthday became a holiday, and also February seventeenth, the anniver HAWN BY ROBERT L. DIOKEY Moonshine At length the President of the United States issued the following proclamation: Whereas, there are now three hundred and sixty-four national holidays in the United States, and ary of the famous blizzard of 1717. when snow fe I New England to a depth o twenty leet. Naturally this holiday caused considerable jeal it ousy among the Survivors of the Blizzard of 1888, Inc.; o, to appease them, March twelfth was made a holiday. April sixth, the anniver sary of the discovery of the North Pole in 1909 by Ad miral Peary, was the next holiday to be declared, This of course caused the Friends of the South Pole to renew their activities, and shortly thereafter South Pole Day, December fourteenth, joined the procession of holi inys During the next few years Congress was kept busy making new holidays. September eighth, Galves ton Flood Day, was followed by April twenty-third, Shakspere's Birthday; Jan uary thirtieth, Beheading of Charles I Day; June fif teenth, Magna Charta Day; and August twenty-eighth Last Lottery in England Day, wart Our Intellectuals Lend a Literary Hand in Solving the World's Problems February 23,1924 Whereas, it is necessary that the business of the coun try be carried on, | hereby proclaim that hereafter the first day of March of each year shall be known as Business Day, and on that day all the business of the country shall be transacted. Vewman Levy The Ball A EM AN whose naine j rer yrded « () Was tak ing his ease in the lee of a rock When, serabbling the rubble beside him, he four A water-worn stone that was perfe tly round! It curved to his fingers, it glowed in the sun; He hefied it, rolled it, and prove d it was fu To toss it and catch it before it could fall So he was the man who invented the ball His clansmen or those of the properer Had little re spect for the Canons of Sport, And calling this Genius a fool and a lout Rebuked him with anything lying about But finding that Ok had developed a knael Of catching projectiles and hurling them back, They guessed that he wasn’t so bad after all Indorsing the man who invented the ball The pe bble, too hard on their digits and They copie din softer though leathery They used it in games with devices and And smote it with sundry bu rglariou : fool Propelled by the arms of a sinewy throng, Through xons and ages it bounded along; In Rome as in Egypt, in Greece and in Gaul The y honored the man who invented the ba Oh, Ball, with a billion more lives than a cat’ We pound you with mallets and rackets and ba We kick you, we bounce you, we shoot you You drop into baskets, you ink into holes Then hail to you, fountain of vigor and skill The only undoubtedly curative pill, Companion and friend of the hardy and tall - And hail to the man who invented the bal Arthur G Swampbogg Items NE of Joe Strakatt’s kids picked up the telephone yesterday, for a joke, and told the operator ‘Our house is on fire.”” Joe heard him and went out and set fire to the henhouse. He knew the bucket brigade would be there in a minute and he hated to disappoint them. The other night when Moe Hanks was driving his car he saw a cat’s eyes shining in the darkness like small head lights. This gave Moe an idea for saving his battery. He now drives with a cat in the car and doesn’t use his other lights. His cat went to sleep the other night, however, and Moe landed in a ditch He plans to have a tail light, too, if he can find a dis sipated old cat with red eyes Si Bimm, local produce dealer, had a bunch of rab bit and squirrel skins given to him last week. He sold them for twenty dollars and has worn out four notebooks and nine pencils trying tofig ure his percentage of profit Joe Dibrell dreamed Wed nesday night that a dog was biting him. He kicked at it and broke three of his toes against the wall. Joe says he’s going to sleep with his shoes on from now on. Jim Judkins says he’s go ing to start a movement to send a carload of hickory posts to the starving wood- peckers of Armenia. Better lay off that hard cider, Jim Sim Wiffle’s aunt died last week and left him an old- fashioned suit of heavy- weight walnut furniture. (Continued on Page 125

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST AREVIT February 25,1924 By I. A. R. WYLIE ILLUSTRATED Br HENRY RALEIGH RADUALLY I was be ng drawn back. A I hand had thrust down into the dark and taken hold of me and lifted me towards the surface. 1 fought against it, but I might as well have And I was conscious of some subtle fought the daybreak change outside myself. Somev turned A voice called me. Fin- Danger then. So much my instinct remem- bered. It sufficed to jerk me back to life with every fac- ulty strung up to a sudden supernormal keenness. By this time it was full daylight, and but for that voice, ur- gent butsubdued, very quiet. { freed myself from the arms that no longer held me and stood up, stiff and broken She was whether that sleep was a tranquil passing from one state to another I did not know. I went out into the sunlit patio, where Finney waited for me. He had kept away from her door as from a place of pity and terror, and now his open here a tide had ney's voice like an old man. asleep, but stare of compassion made me put my hand to my eyes, hiding them from him. His own were sunken und blood- shot, and | had a moment's involuntary wonder at our marvelousness. It was for this unprofitable suffering the little cockney’ had left peace .and security ile asked first, in a whis per, “I he better, cap- ting?” and as | shook my head he drooped wearily, “Wouldn't ‘ave called you, sir, but there’s two of our aps outside come up from the city and"”—~he paused lady Well, L knew. There was the implacable inevitability of a Greek drama about itall. grimacing—"“a We had lost control of our fate —if we had ever heldit and were being driven help- lessly towards its fixed culmination. I followed Finney two of John Smith's legionaries awaited me The woman kept aloof, but I saw her first. i knew that my first impulse was to hide her—get her away from the terrific background which made her seem horrible and pitiable. Evidently she, too, had been and had fled anyhow. She wore a taw dry, bright-colored dress, torn at the hem, with a soiled and flimsy wrap flung over her big shoulders. Fatigue had scored heavy lines about her mouth, There were unwhole some pouches under her eyes and the flesh under the reck- The paint was streaked with dust and a blazing sunlight derided the shallow brightness of her disordered hair. She looked like a terrible clown. She knew and hated us all for it so that she could have killed us outside, where on horseback at once caught unawares less chin had sagged and sweat, Ihe two men saluted me, cheerful but embarrassed “We're get-aways. We were having a little celebration party with this lady when the row started and we managed to fade out quietly. We thought we'd find everything nice and homy up here, but it seems you've had troubles of your own.” “There’s not much left to us,” I said “Well, | gueas we'll be glad of what there is the hell of a time We've had Lucky we were well stoked up when we started, for we haven’t smelled food for forty-eight hours. We had to lie low all yesterday. Some of your devils passed almost over us. Seeing where they were coming from, I nearly gave ‘em a hail. But I had a hunch. i'm an American and I've seen niggers with the lid off. I know the look.”” Then he introduced Paula to me, rather “Not Strong Enough, Fitzroy. You See, Not Strong Enough" shamefacedly. ‘‘ Mademoiselle Lavasser said she had friends up here.” “Sir Euan is one of them,” she said, staring at me with hard eyes. I helped her from her saddle and she gave my hand an ironic pressure “| know how glad you are. I do haf a way of turning up, don’t 1? Don’t tell me the lady of the house is out. I want to meet her. I haf come all this way—-I haf heard so much of her. As an old friend of the general's, it’s about time, nicht wahr?’’ She was being ugly, and she took a savage, wicked pleasure in her ugliness. “Do you want to see her now?” | asked. “Well, why not? Better get it over. It’s a bit early for a call, but then such queer things happen in this country, don’t they? I will make my excuses.”’ 1 saw the two men look at each other, puzzled and un- comfortable. But I left them to Finney without explanation and went with her under the archway into the patio. She continued to chatter insolently. ‘Nice boys. Real gentlemen. We were playing poker, and they play r-rottenly. I'd haf had three months’ pay out of them if the shooting hadn’t started. I made ’em bring me along. They didn’t want to—thought my sort kind of international property—but when I threatened to scream the place down they*saw it was safer to take the women and children along,"too, so to speak. Real chivalry. Rough diamonds—hearts of gold and all that.” She laughed. But I think even then the tragic atmos- phere of the place daunted her. Her eyes looked out at me u good sport from their corners with an uneasy questioning. “Surprised to see me, hein?” “No.” “You’re taking it damn quietly.” “There’s nothing else to be done now. It doesn’t matter.” “Doesn’t it? Well, I shouldn’t be so sure.” I stood aside to let her pass in front of me into Lis- beth’s room. I wasn’t play- ing for any stakes this time. Lisbeth was out of reach. I myself had passed beyond despair or hope. It gave me a queer sensa- tion of power. “This is Lisbeth Gay, aula.” I heard asmothered sound beside me. I think she swore to herself. She must have felt tricked already, as though I had cheated her by a sort of malicious cunning. But I didn’t care. For Lisbeth lay out stretched in what seemed a dreamless sleep. Very white she looked, with a lofty com posure of brow and mouth which I had seen too often Her hands on the coverlet were like waxen flowers. Very young -like a little girl—and very old. As she had said, “I have seen all round life, Euan,”’ and now it was true. A hard hand gripped my arm. **Look here! What is it? What’s the game? Is she asleep?” “She is dying.” “But dulieber Himmel of what, man?”’ “Her baby was born this morning — prematurely.” “And—and you~ what ure you doing here?”’ ‘There was no one else,”’ I said, after a moment, in a voice that sounded to me quite mad in its detached calm. “The baby is dead too. I’ve put it in the chapel There are quite a number of dead people with the rest in this place.”’ She had taken a step forward. Now she turned and looked back at me. What she saw I don’t know “You poor devil!”’ she said. I let her go right up to the bedside. And then I fol- lowed, and we stood together, looking down on that quiet face. Paula made a movement, as though she would have touched Lisbeth, as a child instinctively holds out its hand to touch something beautiful. Then her hand dropped. She spoke in a whisper “Of course I remember what you said to me. It made me think for a moment that you were the last man on this earth—but she must haf been glad. My mind’s a muck heap. I can't think decently about anything. But I can You're all right. I’m sorry “It doesn’t matter.” “She isn’t dead, is she?”’ “No.” I happened to turn to her. There was a queer unex- pected look on that debauched face—-something vigorous and eager and almost exultant. She shook me by the arm. “ Well, then, you poor fool of a fellow, she doesn’t need to die—not while I’m round.” That was Paula. I had appealed to her in vain, and Lisbeth, whom she must have hated, had said nothing, and in*a moment all her chivalry was up in arms. The poor damaged instrument could still give out its music. It seemed that in some interval between one war intrigue and another she had tried nursing. The experiment could Continued on Page 34) see straight tiny Pee

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Continued from Page 32 not have lasted long, for in an ordinary way she must have any sick room, haphazard, disorderly But this wasn’t an ordinary case. We earcely enough food. We had only determination that would not think of defeat been a disaster to d undisciplined ad no re ures Paula was like some central, inexhaustible fought for Lisbeth with her teeth set. She » live with every atom of her own vitality hy Even now it remains one of those he human heart which if we could solve might within sight of peace. She flung into the fight erything that she had-—her violence, her courage, her ruthlessne her generosity. The very qualities which had n ruin were now her weapons. I| believe she lly and literally swept Lisbeth back from the brink truggle lasted for two awful days, in which outside, We seemed to be lin a silent world of which Lisbeth was the begin and the end. In my light-headedness it sometimes though, if she should die, we should all vanish, Juan itself, like a mist of fancies. So much had of her two legionarie meant her ow » us from the a a me a part ey and the did what they could up vigorous defenses against a possible return They sweated at their task with a passion though it were death itself they were trying to threw enemy te as » from our gates, \s for the two women, they took each other for granted. Lisbeth never asked concerning Paula, and even if she had known the worst [ doubt if it would have mattered. For ecret understanding between women which can ery gulf——of nationality, of class, of sin itself too, that Paula loved Lisbeth with the last pure ling that was in her. But though she could make a fine he had become incapable of any sustained effort. The night that Lisbeth passed definitely out turned away from me with a sort of laugh, there is a bridge ey ! belie ‘ e knew it of danger she derisive and bitter Well, now | can rest up and be myself again She produced a pack of cards from somewhere and a flask of wine, and before the night was out she had fleeced the two legionaries of their last pesos. It came near an ugly scene She had saved Lisbeth. She could not save herself. Lisbeth and I were alone. I sat beside her and watched over her as she slept. As night crept in from the patio and covered us she seemed to float up from the dark dreamless- ness where she rested, and I heard her voice, like a little ghost of sound We talked together —very quietly, as though we were afraid of waking ourselves to the world about us. It was easy to talk now. We could go back over our lives and take up our memories one by one, and look at them together as at jewels that had been locked away from us for a long time. She told me how that day when she had seen me on the quay side her heart had nearly broken, for she knew It was like cutting herself off forever from a distant, she loved me what was real to follow a magnificent fantasy enchanting music “But I loved him too. I do still, Euan— differently It’s all mixed up with pity, as though he were a lost child terribly strong and alone. There’s something in him that made me follow him — it makes everyone. I think he’s like danger which people have to seek even though they know it may kill them in the end. He’s simple and we're so complicated. He's like Old Stoneborough— large and free, not caring about the things that worry us, wanting tremendous things and unafraid. But we are complicated We do worry. We can’t escape. And when I began to see what it all meant—the cruelties, the mean, treacherous, beastly things She turned her head, pressing her hot cheek to my hand. “That's why I couldn't bear your coming, because I knew you would see them, too, and make me hate them more.” “Sometimes I thought you hated me, Lisbeth.” “T did—sometimes. I'd been unfaithful. I'd made you unhappy. I knew that we belonged to each other and that it was all my fault, and so I had to hate you.” “ Poor sweetheart — poor both of us!” February 23,1924 “But when I thought I was dying I felt I had the right to be truthful to us both. You had the right to know. All these days—-you’ve been wonderful as a woman tome. I felt I could trust you as I could trust God.” “T love you,” I answered. “People say that all over the world,” she murmured. “Everyone-—-little people and big people—the selfish and the unselfish—-good and bad. The same words always. But they don’t mean the same thing. Perhaps only a very few of us can love at all.” “He does, Lisbeth.”’ I had to say that. It was too big a truth for either of us to ignore. I heard her sigh. “IT know. And I’m not dying any more. I’ve got to live. Perhaps it will be different when I’m strong again. I don’t know how to live now. I've lost my baby. I could have lived for him. He would have needed me. But some- times I think I killed him. I didn’t want him to come. I was afraid-—just one more human being to hurt and be hurt. Perhaps he knew.” ““My sweetheart, these are just sick fancies.” “Are they? The world’s too difficult. We want things, but now they only break our hearts.” “What things, Lisbeth?”’ She murmured to herself. “ Adventure— danger — power—trampling over one an- other; but now we see their faces—our faces ai “IT know, Lisbeth. We’ve got to worry through.” But her mind was wandering a little. She said very simply, ‘I can’t live without you any more.” “You're not going to. You're coming with me—home.” Her hand tightened on mine —her slender, compassion- ate hand, with its unexpected strength. “I’m his wife. He’s been faithful. He wouldn’t under- stand. He’s never changed. It’s | who have changed. I chose to go with him—his way of life. Now I’ve got to go all the way.” I felt her whole body stiffen in the convulsive effort not to break down. And one cry was wrung from her. (Continued on Page 36 ee —> > be - 4] te = } 4 2 > £ j eh i ~ net SD Pauta Made a Movement, as Though She Would Have Touched Lisbeth, as a Child Instinctively Hotds Out Its Hand to Touch Something Beautiful

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Continued from Page 34 what shall we do? It a long, long time iaith in me trength, my child, trusti from despair orn out, her hand in mine aid, ‘‘ You are ICK ‘ Cape In wht nave was not ¢ I had a vis the Weir He had lost Irom me In my ould wait en my her. i not own ved ti t XXXVI who warned m¢ the arm, Lisbeth motioning me and I followed he must with nave lee p he looked 1 yet that in nygered about ow,’ she said Out of the purple mists that filled the valley uw mov smoke from lowly upward Gradually the the lust teep bend the one man ing cloud like a stream of hidden t mounted falter and rode on alone Il knew peck “a pa Paula half to herself American victim clear,’ ire* witha bur ! " ! f d ygood-humored go whist the yong 8 pood There rid , ort are alwa won't be too addling the up a on way. | it tle won't know I'm here, I'll take lip off ed , Paula now chance and ‘You'rea good sort But you night as well stay It’s all over inyway. You'll run too great a risk ne grinned I'd run here, I'd stay if I could But | couldn't. go. Better she she can of him.” “Tt must be decent,’’ she said I'll ‘Nothing like her wouldn't iree 1é you He i her hould think the best She gave me hand rather if ever pay She watching jolly to’ be you're happy believe it too.” moment cing it old ironic ten lingered a longer, that advatr figure, her face puckered with th dernt rher lipped back int nodded to me and » the I waited for Lis beth, if he was ever to see her again. I knew that I needed shadow of the house him “he final clash must come now — before he saw to hold my ground against him. But it that He tried Lo urge his horse poor beast staggered under him man himself shook me as he came vend of the road the rout i gall and 3 into he lashed it pitilessiy { went to meet Ile must have been half blind, for das | caught his bridle hi cut him tme,a to he tried to ride pa whip went up as though down some insolent, stupid impediment ‘Steady, Smith, He i to foot a livid yellow steady! It’s all right Ihe dust had painted him from head His He would have but for that steadiness of purpose tared at mé It made his face into a mask eye uffused with blood 3 were swollen and like a madman rwked till burnt in him that + “Bisen didn’t get through till last night,” he said in a Marreno. I've left Decies What's happe ned here? choked voice were alter to make the be in of it “She's safe ie saddle. I held him. He tried to ‘Let me go Wait! { { damn you!” Not now! Not like that! You've got to listen “Oh, to hell with you, Fitzroy !”’ sten. Shes You shall li been desperately ill.”’ free ion of tiver he “I’m going to her. What's the matter with you? What's your sleeve? What do you mean?” “Your son “a That stopped him. It broken into a quivering life up was as though the mask had He said, scarcely above a breath, ‘‘Have I a son?” ‘Not He glared at me. now One passion after another passed like flying clouds over his convulsed face—incredulity, grief, finally a blasting understanding “You mean—what are you trying to tell me? and you My son Oh, God’s curse on you, Fitzroy! born here Not ou!” “She had no one else.”’ His men were close upon us. Nothing could have be trayed more poignantly what he had endured that night the unbridled fury which he flashed out at me in a igle gesture. Generosity, the wide tolerance that was 1atural to him, went down under a passion of jealousy, rude and physical, that seemed to strip us both to an ugly For one moment he meant to shoot me where blot me out with the memory of all that I had been Then as suddenly his hand dropped ‘| suppose you | akedness. tood Oo ner her We did 1 another Thanks no one what we could I know, of course, could have done She Had Saved Lisbeth. She Coutd Not Save Herseif That was magnificent we engaged finally. But down to do it He tossed a gallant, sweeping salute before he must his reins to an orderly who had ridden up to him, and made as though to pass me. | stopped him with my hand on his arm, and I felt a tremor yo through his whole body “T meant what I said. You can’t barely out of danger.”’ “Il mean to her. God, I ran away ‘I am sorry have choked his heart go to her now. She is asleep see man, I had Marreno, and I've got to speak to you first.”’ His eyes were almost colorless, as though they were burnt to white heat. He tried to stare me down, beat dow: my defenses and whatever lay behind them of authority But his manner was controlled, ironical and even suave **[ suppose doctors have a right to talk like that. Well, at is it? What have you to say?” ‘I can’t say it here.”’ “Are there any four walls left standing?” I nodded and we went through the patio There he could see the full extent of the ruin that had been wrought; but though he stood still for a moment, looking about him, he gave no sign. To do him justice, all this was trivial. He could build again—more magnificently still At the gashed entrance to the chapel he stopped to cross himself “The men who did this were recruited from neighboring pueblos,”’ he said softly. “‘By tonight there will not be a roof left, nor a living thing.” together February 23,1924 I could have sworn that he was speaking to the faceless Madonna, promising her atonement. I saw him look across the patio at the closed door of Lisbeth’s room. For a moment I doubted my power to hold him, but there was a hush about the place that sub- dued his hunger to a moving wistfulness. He turned to me The tone of his voice changed. It was friendly, appealing. “Sure she’s out of danger, Fitzroy “T think so. She’s very weak still plications eS “Oh, there won't be now. She shall have « almost If there are no com verything shall send to Chevaga at once I thought of the half-dead men and horses he had brought with him and wondered He said in a low voice, ‘‘Couldn’t you have boy, Fitzroy?” “No; not as things were. “Did he live at all?”’ “A minute.” He himself, There is a priest among us. Well We came to tl lodged me first pathetic and the vicious saved the I had no chance sighed, muttering t same s¢ insanity beautiful Spanish bed were hacked pieces, the rare vases had been flung down from their niches, the hanging torn to shreds or stained with an inde scribable filth. The wret i, slaves who had fled thi ght I gouded turies of hatred flaring up in this one had had ar nstinct for revenge Thev h Che igno flung ba moment of hideou ad added insult to ruin they 3s they eemed endured i \ i ito crea me ague, lacele had agonize to oveling They being able tor the been He sat hands head him 1 closed the door and turned to But hi checked though they were pit But | Johr first time. There mu have things here that he had loved down on the edge of the bed, hi saW Smith v clasped between his knees, | bent, as though he did not trust self him to speak attitude him, and even now It was he who broke the sile omething i me “T brought half my best men. Decik understood. But the: had rallied. If they till I get back it’s the best for. ( I've got to get back we move her, Fitzroy?” I struck then, “When there is a boat sailing I sl down to San Roberto home with me.” He lifted his head. “‘Home—with you?’ “To England—as my wife.” I thought he was going to laug! Laughter twitched at the muscle his face, leaving a kind of grimace “I think you are more ill than she is Don’t let’s waste time,” I said urgently I neither lie nor talk at random. You know that I have a ways loved Lisbeth. When I came out here I would have asked her to be my wife. I did not do so. I knew it wa It is not useless now.” He stood up. He came very deliberately towards me. He was slighter than I am, scarcely taller, travel-worn, unheroic looking enough in his crumpled dirty uniform, near to physical collapse. Yet he bore down upon me like an overwhelming, tragic force. “Why not?” “You know “Tf there is any sense in what you're saying, I do know You have made good use of your time and that damned Spaniard.”’ “Tt is not true.” ‘You worked upon Lisbeth and her superstitions was ill and in your hands straight she is strong ‘You know useless. She You broke your promise to me You said, ‘This man’s a scoundrel. I'll make an honest woman of you.’” ‘{ have not told her.” ““T don’t believe you any more possible.” There is no other reasor “She loves me. That is the reason.” He did laugh now. It would have been intolerable had I not seen his hands and the look of his eyes Continued on Page 114

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38 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST February 23,1924 WHOS WHO-AND WIV Serious A Minder of His Own Business r — {fo are two Reeds in the United States Senate astern, important Reed, given to powerful and gloomy ghts of and oratory sarcasm; a handsome Kk commanding presence and slow und stately mien. This Reed is‘ James A. Reed, Democrat, of Missouri, and he into this in order that he may not be con Reed, tooped back and jator dragged e other who is a quiet and slen with one bashful circum a slightly fle higher than the other; a when he briskly and unobtrusively with modestly ? Chamber, doe 0 a reluctant Reed, a sufficient length and pithily on the | Reed, ibly, but mid Reed, sin int ) or le he wears ie Distinguished vi Cross for and bash Verdun and in the Argonne autumn of 191 in short, David , junior senator from Pennsylvania he $lith Field Artillery ernoon, shortly after the arrival of the Reed in the United State enate, he ivating the Senate ¢ entirely devoid of sh inity ol ircumnay hamber of the on facts were French Re} remove the ome enators who were longer emitting erie over the tricken om the old sock vublie wu re quirit tring Ir and certain de Army members of hand knowl »war, and possibly be« irritated of the set he forgot his shy- tradition which holds that ilent for one year’s and tart unpre beir g too freely Among sharply that arts of which we are deprived today, includ tempering copper and the various arts of that have disappeared from civilization, no art that is art of minding riain money In payment for on the part of the because he was one of the few Crerman t body who posse ed ar first ause he was mis Crile itor the moth-eater } fof all remain time, wailing senators in a few and ditated words that their sympathy wa other things he remarked working so much missed as the business Things Worth Doing N! )W it is possible and even highly probable that after rt nator Reed, of Pennsylvania, has wrapped himself toga for a few more moons he will follow senators and allow himself considerable latitude in deciding what is and what is not a senator's enatorial the custom of othe Huse \ great many allow themselves nothing but respect. Everything is their business ing from the temperature of the outermost stars to of fertilizer in Czecho-Slovakia arrival of Senator Reed, Pennsyl- no matter what his future develop- had been practicing what he preached the enthusiasm of his newly ile had been minding his own business intensity Consequently it is necessary to careful distinetion between the two senatorial Missouri, and Dave, of Pennsylvania. ittending to his own business with such concentration that he pop into people i when Senator Reed is The of the senatcrial Reeds, nonce, is but which one will do the popping something else again eed graduated from Princeton in the class of senators latitude in this everytl the price But vunia, in the prior to the senate ment may be— he to the other senators in arrived innocence with vigorous make a Reed Dave ha Jim, of heen pertinact und doesn't mentioned. for the at the end of an Opper other year David A 1900, being the s of age, time slightly over nineteen year which goes to show that he was worrying his head over few problems not connected with the immediate job of getting faculty. Three school of the Unive rsity ol to mind his business in the city of » happened of the minded this busi industry that he Steel Crovernment antitrust sult against it and then twice before the Supreme fact that the Steel ¢ orporation is not his sheepskin from the Princeton years ater he graduated from the law Pittsburgh and moke and steel with the utmost diligence. It s« also to be the and he began that his busine happened business United States Steel Corporatior ness with ich argued for the Corporation the court firs n the lower Court. Owing to the PHOTO, @Y UNGERW ‘ Major David A. Reed, Slater Senator From Pennsylvania lightweights, from this that minding his one to permit itself to be represented by flannelmouths or may deduce David A. Reed was eminently successful business. For a matter of fourteen years he spent so much of his time in court rooms that his complexion began to resemble the binding of a law book. The State of Pennsylvania re- tained him in inheritance-tax litigation; and for several years he tried every case in which the Steel Corporation was a participant. On days that threatened to be slack he dabbled in public-utilities cases; for his law firm was also retained by public utilities in large numbers. Thus he had no slack days at all But as he continued to try accident cases for most of the assorted trusts that flourish so luxuriantly in the sooty air of Pittsburgh, he began to suffer long shooting pains over the manner in which liars and perjurers were repeatedly given verdicts, while those who told the truth were tossed out of court on technicalities. In those days accident cases were tried under the old common law of employer's liability; and Reed made it his business to kick the old law out of the window and replace it with a new law which should automatically treat every- one fairly. So he wrote a compensation law himself, and got it through the Pennsylvania House of Representatives and halfway through the Senate before the coal companies awoke to the fact that the law would cost them a number of hard-earned dollars which they might otherwise avoid paying. Having sensed this horrifying state of affairs, the coal companies took immediate action, and Reed's law died a sudden and cruel death, Then the governor of Pernsylvania made Reed the chairman ‘of the Pennsylvania Industrial Accidents Com- mission, so that gettrng a decent law for the compensation of injured workmen became his official business. Again, after a great number of hearings, he evolved another bill which provided for a decent law; and again, after it had passed halfway through the legislative halls of the sover- eign State of Pennsylvania, the coal barons drew their dirks from their pockets with a single sinuous movement and arranged matters so that the bill promptly expired But since he kept on minding it; and in 1915 he put over a new law by which all cases of injured workmen are automatically settled instead of going to shyster lawyers who would grab most of the awards, if any, for themselves. His efforts reduced the volume of litigation of that sort by 95 per cent, something of a reduction, as everybody knows who has ever attempted to lose twenty pounds. Thanks to him, the workmen of Pennsylvania now get their money when they are injured When the Plattsburg Camp idea was started, he was asked to organize a Pennsylvania detachment for the first nuts, one this was Reed’s business, which is and Frivolous Facts About the Great and the Near Great Plattsburg Camp. The size and general contour of the war that was progressing in Europe led him to believe that it was his business to take a detachment to the camp, which he did. The developments of the follow ing year gave him no occasion to change his mind, so he attended the camp for a well When, therefore, the United States entered the he was qualified to be a major of field art he promptly became He his regiment and saw the Argonne. After the Great Headquarters at Spa lery Commission, artillery, airplanes and trench mortars delivered by the Still later he headed the Allied officers who met and dealt with the first German War second year as war, y, which proceeded to ‘e with action north ¢ f Verds in and in Armistice he was ordered to German as American Field Artil Interallied Armistice charge of receiving the field representative on the and was in mat hine guns, Germans civilian commission to cross the lines after the Having thus minded his own busine mum of flubdubbery and a maximum of efficiency, he returned to the Pittsburgh and attendance on Pitt court a relief from front-line Ss with a mini soot of esumed his constant which aren’t much of He was rescued by the governor of Penn appointed him to fill the Crow One would naturally suppose that an) mingled for years with the Steel Corporation and of Pittsburgh would have held by the burgh rooms dugouts vania, who unexpired term of Senator body who had accumulated officials of would hereas assorted trusts many of the ideas that are those In the have several supposes coming to him; for w some burst into periodical tears over the wrong that America is doing to herself by restricting immigration, Reed has reached the conclusion that America will go on the rocks if immigration isn’t even more rigorously re stricted than at present. Reed is concerned over future generations. Reed, fortunately, is a member of the Senate Immigration Committee high bodies case of Reed, however, one Keeping Out the Unfit H* ARGUES that one can’t read Roman history without realizing that the principal reason for Rome's collapse was her importation of vast numbers of slaves to do the man ual work. One hundred years before the Christian Era, he says, no Roman gentleman was ashamed to do anything; two hundred years after the Christian Era there work that a Roman gentleman would stoop perform His slaves had to do everything. The Roman population was 90 per cent of slave descent in those proud later days, and the folk who did the voting hadn't the ception of the manner in which a democratic government should function. In return for a small hand-out they would gladly vote for anything or anybody under the sun To avert such a finish for America, Reed favors an im migration law based on the capacity for assimilation of the different races. If a large percentage of the Swedes and the British who have come to America, for example, have be come citizens of the United States, then give them a hig! quota, says Reed--7 or 8 per cent instead of the present 3 per cent. And if a small percentage of the Poles and Russians and Greeks and Slovaks who have come to Amer ica have become citizens of the United States, then give them a low quota—1 per cent or even less—on the ground that they are undesirable. Soon after his arrival in the Senate, Reed was rebuked by the chairman of the Senate Immigration Committee, who intimated that Reed’s views on immigration were provincial—the chairman having a different viewpoint from Reed. Reed, laying aside his shyness and bashfulness for the moment, as he usually does when he has a fight on his hands, replied coldly that if it was provincialism to regard immigration from the standpoint of the nation’s welfare, he claimed to be provincial. All of which started the chairman on another train of thought Reed very Was no faintest con peculiai different view whose r of the Cor individual who has fought overseas, viewpoint on taxes and the bonus—a point, it might be added, from those leg thoughts on the bonus are governed by their fea soldier vote and by distorted ideas of its strength. poration taxes, says Reed, are all right; but taxes are too high. Earned income, s must be taxed less and can easily be taxed less From all of which it can be seen that David A. Reed, of Pennsylvania, knows how to mind his own business in a manner most offensive to reds, radicals, revolutionists and rummies. For one gislators ays he,

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST lhe Tax Do By FRED Fk. SULLY UncleSam eu it the bad from the good and indif rs, and devising way N SORTING o and means to methods of segregation that will with verest attacks of trained accountants and alent, Unele Sam, in his comparatively new i the income tax, has found himself con- undertaking second only in difficulty to hibition law f purpose that has characterized his und here again in the small army of men ervice of collecting the income tax, and ‘ ure that it has all been collected, it effort or ability required to place in the vhich John Doe states that his income for 45.47, and to collect the tax due ure that John Doe’s income was no quite another matter. That is just and that it is profitable, as well as reading movement, to reassure himself compatriots fully stated their incomes, ince decided, Last year alone the ed as the result of making verifica- returns was $106,602,893.16. This 1,868 individuals and 14,088 corpora rage of $2746.49 from an investigation at $1.50 on the hundred dollars business institution with employes to tions to meet, and a credit standing to Government wants all due on its accounts hut in the collection of them the craftiness and of some of the American public must be nan who does not profit and learn by ex vernment, being neither stupid nor lack lowly but surely built up a system for me taxes that is hard to beat Kach day new means and methods of running to earth ix dodyer, and like the North American Indian, hpecoming extinct the majority of the American people are The greater part of them patriotically and un | their taxes without default; but there is w wheat, To fan it out and give it the rves requires untiring watchfulness, al authority, and well-governed, smooth While Uncle Sam has been Improving his methods of collecting the income tax equitably and thoroughly, the dodger has not been idle. He has been using his wits to devise new schemes and methods to evade taxation, but his cohorts are daily becoming fewer, and he lually resigning himself to the inevitable who devot® their talents and energies to trying to internal-revenue laws are constantly finding the re ditheult one. Of those who have tried and little, but he who has willfully concealed a income and is still undetected makes no ging about it to his friends. When the final ming comes, and he faces Uncle Sam for a accounting, he discovers that he has been fooling no one but himself, and that he must pay every cent he owes ‘ Ihe statutes give the Government the right to make investigations any time subsequent to the filing of a re \ssessments, however, must be made within five but additional tax may be collected through suit even twenty years or more after filing. The tax dodger, { ecure in his belief that he has success defrauded the Government On the Watch for Discrepancies YO WIDESPREAD has become the practice of trying to SS evad the income-tax laws that the Treasury Department evVviude i bureau of special investigation to which s where attempt to defraud is evident bureau consists largely of men who aptitude for detecting and following up Hundreds of by the bureau each year, and so im sion and wholesale fraud it playing in the functioning of the de- partment th taf? has been doubled within the past three years Revenue agents and inspectors, trained in the principles of accounting and the administration of the income-tax laws, do the field auditing for the Government. That is to say, an agent s out the individuals whose returns have heen handed im for verification and makes a com pariso books and records with the sworn statements that have been submitted to the collector of internal revenue ar there were 3251 men employed in this ‘ than $100,000,006, as previously noted, was ; and yet less than 5 per cent of the investigations revealed open evidence of fraud. Despite the thousands of unsuccessful attempts that have been made within the past ten years to conceal taxable income, there are a few who, having failed once, try even the second time. The trained eye of the government examiner and a thorough knowledge of accounting make it as difficult to keep a crooked set of books without detection as it would be to pass a phony diamond on an expert appraiser. It has been found that attempts to beat the income tax are more prevalent among people of means than among those whose incomes and taxes are comparatively small. The methods conceived are usually ingenious and clever, but there is always a weak spot somewhere that the in- vestigator either by skill or chance discovers. Some Spectacular Cases es of the boldest attempts unearthed in recent years was in a big Eastern city where one man alone had in one year diverted $125,000 from a corporation’s books into his own pocket. The corporation as well as the individual had attempted to escape taxation. It was worked out in this manner: A Company was organized to finance the purchase of a certain article for people who did not have the ready cash. B Company, in which Sam Smith has the controlling interest, was organized to sell the stock of A Company for a commission of 3314 per cent and expenses. Through floorwalkers and other department-store execu- tives who were given a share of the commission, salesgirls and other employes bought heavily of A Company stock, the total sales exceeding $1,000,000. Sam Smith, being vice president and treasurer of B Company, indorsed and deposited all checks. When com- missions were received from A Company he diverted part of the money into his own pocket. These sums accordingly did not appear on B Company’s books. The corporation escaped taxation and so did Sam Smith until a verification of B Company’s accounting returns revealed the fact that the disbursements of A Company as shown by its books did not agree with the receipts on B’s, which should have heen the case, as this was its only source of income. Smith’s bank deposits under his own name for the year told the rest of the story. The investigation proved not only that Smith had been defrauding the Government but that he had also appropriated the profits of the other stockholders of B Company. This little bit of sleight of hand cost Smith $42,000 in fines besides all taxes due It was not until 1918, when high surtaxes became effec tive, that income-tax dodging became so prevalent. A 12 per cent normal tax after the first $4000 and a surtax that went as high as 65 per cent made those of elastic con- science resort to all sorts of means to escape giving Uncle Sam his share Tampering with inventories became popular, but its re action was so severe that those who have been detected at it have completely abandoned it Bill Brown conducted three stores in the heart of the best shopping section of the city. His gross business was about $200,000. His income-tax return, to which he took oath, showed a net profit of $645. His books showed that inventory figures had been altered at the beginning and end of the year. As the figures stood, the income was correct even for such a large gross turnover. He had raised his inventory figures at the beginning of the year and re- duced them at the end; but in raising them at the begin ning of the year he had thrown a tremendous profit back into 1917, the only year in which individuals were subject to an excess-profits tax on the ratio of invested capital to income, and he found himself paying a tax of 60 per cent in 1917, or about $10,000 more than he would have paid by letting his pretit of $45,000 remain in 1918 where it be longed. Although it was an out-and-out case of attempted fraud, he had imposed his own penalty. The investigation of a certain large company revealed a daring method to cover up profits. In one year it had charged $371,000 for freight and $36,000 for commissions, making a total of $407,000. The gross income was $3,000,- 000 and the books reflected a profit of $56,000, though the true earnings were $407,000. It was a partnership of three members, and an inspection of the check book showed that checks, drawn to the order of cash, were later indorsed and deposited by the partners and the amounts charged to freight. Only $7057 in the freight charges was supported by vouchers. The total cost to the three partners was $53,000 in excess of the regular taxes. This scheme was continued even after detection, and an operating loss of $24,000 in the year 1920 was found in reality to be a profit of $116,000. February 23,1924 Though irregularities put through the regular book- keeping channels are not always so difficult to discover, it requires painstaking thoroughness to unearth items of income of which no record has been made. One large Eastern produce house, operated as a partnership of two members, had formulated the plan of billing, say, a $30,000 shipment of goods as $3000 and allowing it to go through the hands of the billing and shipping clerks, and even the bookkeepers, and then finally changing it to its true figures when it reached the desk of one of the partners. When the remittance of $30,000 was received, $3000 was credited to the customer’s account, balancing the ledger. The $30,000 was deposited in the bank and checks for $13,500 were drawn to cash and given to each of the partners. This scheme was discovered in attempting to reconcile the day’s receipts with the day’s deposits. The duplicate deposit slip for the day used as the first test showed that a check drawn on a Southern bank for $30,000 had been deposited, while the transaction that the revenue agent had been following through the books appeared only as $3000. The system was then readily detected, and a detailed audit showed that the concern had concealed almost $200,000 income in less than three years Casual audits seldom reveal methods that have been carefully thought out and planned, and the government examiner realizes the necessity for thoroughness and watchfulness. countants as a rule are engaged by the proprietors of a business to prepare financial statements from entries that appear in the books. In ninety-nine out of every hundred audits they are not asked to be especially watchful for possible fraud. With the revenue agent it is different. Experience has taught him he must be as exact ing as possible. At each taxpayer’s he suspects nothing, and would much prefer to report that changes were not necessary than to spend several days and even weeks checking every transaction and assuring himself that the special-intelligence unit of the Internal Revenue Bureau could find no discrepancies in his work, in the event that examinations completed by him are rechecked to guard against possible dishonesty among revenue agents. This special-intelligence unit is perhaps one of the most active and efficient agencies of its kind in the world. The opera tives are men of high type, and are better paid than the revenue agents themselves. Many of them were former postal inspectors Dismissals for dishonesty among government auditors are comparatively few. Their offenses against the regula tions are principally ethical The Way of the Transgressor CCASIONALLY the tax dodger will operate two sets of books. One reflects his true income while the other is for the inspection of the government agent. The second set naturally shows a much smaller profit. It is in detecting this sort of fraud that the examiner has to exercise his in genuity; but no matter how clever an accountant may be, he is always sure to leave some clew that reveals his whole system. The most common blunder is failing to copy all the accounts into the secondary ledger. In attempting to follow an entry from the journal into the ledger the folio number often turns out to be a blank page. This invariably leads to a search for the true account; and the dodger, cor nered, weakens and lays all his cards on the table. When the first line of the would-be defrauder’s defense is broken He is a moral coward, and as a rule throws himself on the mercy of the revenue down the rest is comparatively easy agent The head of one large mercantile house had taken his bookkeeper into his confidence. A rather clever scheme of withdrawing money in large sums from the business with the expectation of avoiding taxation was devised in charg ing these amounts to the cost of the merchandise. For in stance, an item of $7000 would appear as the purchase price of a shipment of merchandise, though in reality the money was for the personal use of the proprietor. It would figure in as a business expense of the year. In this par ticular case the proprietor had been so foolish as to attempt to pay his income tax in this manner—charging it in as merchandise. The amount caught the eye of the examining officer, and a test unearthed the modus operandi of what proved to be a gigantic fraud. More than $300,000 in taxes had been concealed over a period of five years. Pen alties imposed aggregated almost $150,000 Following the war, when stocks and bonds depreciated, thousands of taxpayers sought to avail themselves of a theoretical loss for income-tax purposes by selling securities that had shrunk in value and then repurchasing them. The Revenue Act of 1921 made ample provision for this pro- cedure, but prior to that time there was nothing in the law relating to selling to sustain a loss and almost immediately Continued on Page 43 =—— een eg = _ - eee Se —— -_ a

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of ee oe are: ae ee (Continued from Page 40) Treasury Department officials at Wash- ington, seeing how widespread the practice was becoming, instructed field officers to disallow such deductions unless the tax- payer could show good and sufficient reason for the second transaction. In other words, the burden of proof rested on John Smith to show why he had sold 100 shares of Penn- sylvania Railroad stock for 4214 that he had purchased two years prior for 55 a share, and bought them back two days later at practically 42'5. Of course, he could give no other reason than to reduce his income-tax liability, and so John Smith found the loss put back into his income and a tax imposed, Some of the deeper thinkers who pursued this method repurchased their securities in their wives’ names. A brief probe, how ever, generally showed that the wife never carried a bank balance sufficiently large to make such a purchase, and if she did have a corresponding investment in some other form she never reported income therefrom; and so Mister Taxpayer’s case generally fell through. One real-estate firm, the gross business of which ran well into eight figures, adopted the method of not closing out the accounts that showed large profits. If a piece of property had been purchased for $500,000 and sold for $575,000, the account was not closed out in the ledge r, and was therefore omitted from the profit-and-loss statement Consequently the $75,000 profit did not figure in the income for the year so far as Uncle Sam was concerned. A _ page-by page survey of the ledger and an attempt to balance some accounts that had not been ruled off quickly uncovered this method Buried Items Padding the pay roll is not uncommon among that. class of merchants and manu facturers who belong to the D. O. I. T. D. Disloyal Order of Income Tax Dodgers Suspicion is naturally aroused by dispro- portionate salaries reported as paid to un important and frequently unskilled help It is generally found, too, that the proprietor had neglected to file with the Government, as required by law, information slips giving the names and addresses of those to whom he has paid more than $1000 In one case the owner of a small skirt factory, whose books showed cash with drawals of $10,000, told an agent he had given bonuses of $1000 each to the ten girls who operated sewing machines for him When it came time to give the names and addresses of these girls to determine whether they had reported the amounts he found himself with his back to the wall and quietly and meekly paid the $2500 tax due on the $10,000. Now and then the bureau in Washington receives letters from discharged bookkeepers and other former employes of income-tax dodgers telling of certain steps that had been taken to defraud the Government. These letters are forwarded to the revenue agents’ headquarters in the division in whic the case may be located, and an investiga tion is started immediately. Many thou- sands in additional taxes are collecte: through information furnished by di gruntled employes seeking to get even Statistics show that corporations are not so prone to attempt tax-evasion schemes as individuals and partnerships Attempts among this class of taxpayers is confined large ly to close corporations, or those with a limited number of stockholders, where there is a closer unity and possibilities f« exchange of confidences. As a rule, it easier to detect disc repancies on corpora tions’ books than on those of individuals, and most of these are found in attempting to reconcile surplus. This may be under stood more readily by an example. A cor poration that showed an earned surplus at the beginning of the year of, say, $100,000 had earned during the year $50,000, and f i had paid dividends during that period o $75,000. At the end of the year it should have a surplus of $75,000 It is the failure to reconcile that leaves a big loophole in the system that may have been employed. One of the most prevalent practices is to set up all sorts of reserves and bury them in the bills-payable account where the money will show as amounts owed for merchandise instead of bona-fide earnings Not a few corporations seek to reduce their tax liability by overstating their in vested capital. Corporations, quite differ- ent from individuals, have their tax rate THE SATURDAY determined by the ratio of invested capital to net earnings. One well-known company set up its invested capital at $2,500,000, though a survey of its assets reflected an investment of only $264,000. This little change increased their tax liability $57,000. Some citizens try to divert income from fat, wholesome revenue-producing periods into the lean years, with the thought in mind of escaping high surtax rates. One method that has been employed unsuccess- fully is to hold over dividend checks after their receipt, for deposit in the succeeding year. A glance at the list of securities held by a taxpayer, with principal and dividend periods determined, showed that no income had been reported. It was denied that the stock had been sold, and it was then an easy matter to ascertain whether dividends had been paid by the particular company at the regular periods Among the few liquor dealers who se cured permits and remained in the business after the passage of the Volstead Act, there was a pronounced tendency to understate inventories at the close of the calendar year 1919. This was met by revenue agents by securing from the prohibition officials in ventories taken as of January 16, 1920, the day prohibition became effective. One dealer who secured a permit reported on his income tax 276 barrels of whisky in bond A list of stock on hand taken by the pro hibition agents at practically the same time showed he had wines, cordials and other goods that had cost him $18,000. This was added back to his inventory and increased his profits by that amount Small corporations of three or four stock holders, with small invested capital and fairly substantial earnings, have sought to escape high rates of taxation on the corpo- rations’ earnings by paying excessive salar- ies to their stockholders, all of whom were officers. One small hosiery company near New York had net earnings in one year, before paying officers’ salaries, of $175,000 There were four stockholders, all officers iach drew a salary of $40,000, leaving $15,000 as the net earnings on which a tax was to be paid by the company. Such re muneration was, of course, held to be ex- cessive; and especially so because the secretary and the vice president devoted less than one-third of their time to the busi- ness. The examining officer set $15,000 as a reasonable salary for each of the four and taxed the corporation on $115,000 earnings, and conside red payments to each officer in excess of the $15,000 as —_— nds. This reversal of procedure made a change in the tax of $25,000. Driven Into the Open Seeking to relieve small corporations, the earnings of which were contingent upon its members’ services, the Government gave tosuch an enterprise the status of a personal service corporation. A group of lawyers, doctors, engineers or architects, where a depended on their own efforts ime under this classification. The cor por: ition paid no tax, but each member pz uid n his distributive interest. Hundreds of real estate and brokerage firms, commissior houses, and others employing scores of peo ple who were the actual earn _ powers of the « ompanies sought shelter behind thi provision, but were quickly driven into the open when an examination was made and t was found that they were not entitled to the status claimed In one instance a so-called pe —_ service corporation consisting of two bon: fide stockholders, neither of whom Aeteny a really active part in the business, properly reported their share of the earnings on their individual returns. When these items were eliminated each was entitled to a refund of about $15,000, but the corporation as an entity was assessed $102,000. In cases of this sort, and where excessive salaries have been drawn, the Government, as a rule, could not present sufficient evidence to cor vict of fraud in a United States district court, but it is obvious why some of these chemes were carried out Bootlegging, with all its attendant evils gave rise to income-tax dodging among class that had not attempted it before. The man who consistently breaks one law is not likely to have great regard for another; and realizing that he must cover up his every footprint, he takes every precaution against detection even by the income-tax officers Those who bootleg on a large scale are easier to ferret out than the man who sells an occasional case or two. The experienced and trained investigator usually compares EVENING POST a man’s surroundings and possessions with his income. A _ high-priced automobile, sported by an individual whose reported income was only $7500, was the ground- work on which a revenue agent solved very cleverly concealed income that ran well into five figures. In making an exami- nation of the taxpayer’s accounts the agent saw that practically his entire income had gone for family expenses, and that it would not have been possible to purchase and maintain such a car on the income re- ported. The circumstances would have made the average man, knowing the taxpayer's financial status, suspicious at once Inquiry at the agency where the car was purchased brought out records that showed that the check for the purchase price of $7800 had been drawn on a different bank from the one where Mister Bootlegger had claimed all his money was deposited. Car rying the investigation on to this bank, it was found that in one year he had depos ited $66,000. Canceled checks still held by the bank showed to whom large sums had been paid; and following down other clews, the income-tax investigators unearthed a big rum-selling ring, and taxes and penal ties imposed upon its members amounted to more than $100,000 Another group of bootleggers was run to earth in the West in the same way, but in this case it was a palatial home that resulted in the undoing of the entire gang. A man with a $10,000 income cannot very well afford an $85,000 home. The dodger can- not even enjoy his unreported income with- out running the risk of probable detection, Ingenious Attempts at Evasion In attempting to increase their exemption for dependents, some taxpayers resort to all kinds of poorly-devised schemes, One well- to-do merchant, having a poor relative to support, had her sign a promissory note each year for the amount he contributed towards her support, and then claimed de- duction for it on his income-tax return as an irrecoverable debt The practice was continued without discovery until a verifi- cation was made by an agent. Common sense — dictate that one would not contin to advance money as loans to a person oie coul ; not repay it, after it had beer proved tha the first obligation could not be met To show to what extent some organiza tions will go to make their efforts to beat the tax seem legal is best exemplified in the case of a large Eastern brewing company It had been in the practice of financing saloor Keepers and other retail dealers in their products and accepting promissory notes Some notes were to be paid off in monthly installments, others by the brewer adding one dollar to the regular price of each barrel of beer sold to a dealer, and still others in annual amounts Some were nterest-bearing and others were not In the year 1918, when taxes were espe ( ially heavy, the brewery officials decided to offer at auction the notes of several hun dred saloonkeepers A few of the saloon keepe rs had been told that they would and the ma never have to pay their note jority were assured that they could pay at their leisure ll the notes were held to be collectible and worth their face value. The auction sale wa duly and legally adver tised and the notes taken to a stock-and bond auction house and sold under the hammer announcement in the papers, came to the brewery in hordes, but were told that the title of the notes would not pass out of the brewery’s hand At the sale a straw mar Saloonkeepers eeing this legal bid in all the notes, the total face value of which was $241,000.23, for $13,900, making a difference of oy 100.23, which was set up as a | m the corporation's income tax retur Notes for 5000 were sold for e dollars, and corresponding prices went ll along the line The « ompat had $16, 4] 1.04 « ich? s on its book and tried write oa the remainder ibsequent ears. Proving that the sale was irregular ind part of a system to beat the Govern ment out of just tax due was no easy task for the revenue agents, who even went so far as to interview makers of the notes to determine their ability to meet their obli gations, and in every instance it was found that the brewery could have collected the face value from each saloonkeeper; but competition was keen and why should customers be driven away A fraud case that attracted the attention of the public throughout the East was dis covered in a large city, and a corps of six do vegetables differ from fruit ? —because, in general, vegetables (radishes) are, or grow on, plants that die after yielding once. Fruits (apples) grow on plants that keep yielding, year after year. 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It was claimed that books had never been kept and no accurate account of income could be given. This was embodied in an affidavit which part of the original exami- ner’s records. Questioning other junk deal- ers in the city showed that statements had been sent out from time to time, and that a large volume of business had been carried on. A search warrant was secured and in- spectors discovered 12,000 pieces of records and a mutilated set of books. Six men worked three weeks assembling data and evidence, and statements from firms with which the taxpayers had trans- acted business One transaction alone showed that the equipment of one company had been bought for $50,000 and sold a few days later for $198,000. Inventory at the beginning of the year was set up as $200,000, while a balance sheet submitted to the Dun Mercantile Agency showed a net worth of $74,000 and goods on hand valued at $40,000. Figures indicated purchases amounting to $141,613.97, andsales amount- ing to $320,174.95, cost price, making it im possible to have still $200,000 worth of goods on hand Among other transac tions on their books was an item of $23,000 paid to a close friend The friend was in the livery business. In order to preserve some of his assets, it was claimed, the taxpayers took them over be- fore he went into bankruptcy and turned them back after he had become a bankrupt. Total tax and penalties in this instance amounted to $128,734.02. After the had beer, discharged from the district court, and each one of the brothers who formed the partnership given a year and one day in jail, their attorneys threw their clients upon the mercy of the income-tax officials. It was claimed that their combined assets would total only $20,000, but that $50,000 could raised if the case could be com- promised for that. In view of the fact that became case EVENING POST the defendants were to serve terms in the Atlanta Penitentiary, the Washington offi- cials were inclined to be lenient, and agreed to accept $53,000. The revenue agent who had served as group leader during the in- vestigation carried it still further and dis- covered that each brother had about $66,000 in his own name, and that they had trans- ferred assets worth more than $200,000 to their wives. Government officials had agreed to and accepted the compromise, and the transaction was accordingly a closed one. Another firm engaged in the same line of business showed large payments toa brother of the proprietor. These payments were said to have been made for the purchase of merchandise for the firm. The statement was accepted, but in determining the tax- payer’s personal exemption —he was sin- gle —he made claim for the dependency of two small children, declaring they were his brothers, who had been ill in a sanatorium This immediately discounted the allegation that the brother had been purchasing mer- chandise. It would have een impossible to buy junk while a sanatorium patient. The truth of the matter was that the money had been paid to the brother to cover up income-tax liability. He indorsed the checks and returned them to the firm Grafters have not found themselves be- yond the reach of the long arm of the inter- nal revenue service. In large cities it is far easier to run to earth wholesale graft, not reported as income, than in state or county affairs. Occasionally a city official receives amounts ranging from $500 to $50,000 for awarding large contracts to favored firms. On the contracting firm’s books will appear payments of corresponding sums to John Doe, salesman. When these payments are followed through, and John Doe's return is taken up to see whether he has reported the full amount paid to him by the company, it is invariably discovered that no such sums appear. John Doe, appearing in the eyes of the revenue officials as a tax dodger, immediately follows the instinct of self- preservation and makes known to whom the amounts were paid. If the city official in question denies having received any such inducements, his bank account is generally a good index to his true income. The con- tractor’s books clearly record the payment EASY COME, EASY the Perono firm and his change to the Wilk- ways silk-and-linen house. It happened, too, that at this particular time the Hathley car was in a garage for re- pairs and Nora, the maid, had gone home for a visit. Nora was a country girl who liked to go home often, and Nina was never hard-hearted enough to stand in her way. But there was necessitated a hasty and rather confused telephone call to an em ployment agency in order that Alice might not think it necessary to help do the dishes Alice listened silently to the call and was tactfully silent when Nina related how long she had had Nora and next week would have her again. Alice was tactfully silent when Dennis, all blandly unconscious, loudly regretted that his car was laid up that particular oe ‘+k. Oh, the maddening way Alice could be silent! Nina reddened guiltily. “Old car, anyway,” rattled on Dennis, cheerfully. ‘‘Needs paint and an engine. Going to trade it in next month on a new one. And what you're allowed these days on a car traded in would curdle a Scotch- man’s oatme al,”’ said Dennis disapprov- ingly. ‘So I'm not putting on paint ia “A new car next month? That'll be nice is “Well, maybe not for two months.” Dennis crinkled his forehead. ‘‘ Pretty busy right now. Might not be able for a while to take time off to buy one.” Nina knew well enough that his month was to be busy. But she saw, with annoy- ance, that Alice disbelieved the story. It was after Tom had hurried off for the 8:10 sleeper to St. Paul that Alice—oh, tactfully, like a mother with a child —drew Dennis out on his last change. And under the sunshine of a supposedly kind ear, how Dennis could expand! Like a purple holly- hock in a midsummer garden, once he had grinningly self-admitted. With his capable hands clasped behind his good-looking dark head, leaning back in the gray velours armchair which was the oldest —and looked it — piece of furniture in Continued from Page 25 the living room, he told Alice exactly how it had happened. There had arisen a rumor that the Perono establishment was on the rocks, Appar- ently matter-of-fact, the textile business was a sensitive plant whose green leaves curled at a hint of bad weather. Also ever since the well-known last war all wholesale business had been a bunch of nerves. The hed a iys house was sound, and happened to have its city sales force deplete -d of two good men in a week; flu for the one; moon- shine the other. An opening and a welcome for a man like Dennis. ‘T see,”’ said Alice evenly. Nina sat on the davenport between the two. Oh, Dennis’ every word was true. She could picture, and know herself not misled, Crozier snapping at Dennis and Dennis jeering back. Crozier was a thin driving desk man, in- tent on his firm’s interests, and with the chip of ability on his own shoulders. Nina had known him in her premarriage days, when he was a subhead. She could picture him angrily accusing Dennis of breach of et hie s in the man ipulation of certain orders. “*He told me,” grinned Dennis, who liked Alice’s occasional ringing laugh, ‘‘that some day he’d skin me alive and feed my hide to the perch in Lake Michigan.” “Switching orders?’’ Alice was not fa- miliar with the trade jargon. She had been a music teacher before her marriage. “Abie Klein and some others,’’ he ex- plained, “were ready to stock their shelves for the season. Well, I didn’t command ‘em to control their desire for Turkish toweling and Madeira doilies until I'd changed pay rolls. It is true’’—laugh “that I refrained from telephoning Klein and another man for two weeks. But Crozier had no business accusing me of sticking Klein's two-thousand-dollar order in my vest pocket for two weeks and trick- ing his house out of it.” “T see. But now I dare say you'll stay where you are for some years?”’ Oh, the tact in Alice’s ready voice! February 23,1924 to John Doe; and Doe, having no records, declares the money passed on to someone else. The burden of proof rests on Doe, and he is usually able in the pinch to produce satisfactory evidence of payment. More than $80,000 was found to have been paid to four men in one city in one year by two contracting firms. Uncle Sam did not concern himself with the ethical side of the transaction. His only direct interest was to secure the total tax due. Income-tax investigations within the past year brought to light that several hyphenated Americans had sold their wares directly to Germany while this country was engaged in the war. One firm’s continual additions to its capital account without showing the source of the money was the first clew that led to the unraveling of the whole system. At frequent but not regular intervals items of $10,000 and $15,000 would be added to the capital account without any other entry to show from what account it was carried. These amounts proved to be the net profits on the sale of goods to the Imperial German Government Remittances were put through the regular banking channels, but their identity wa well covered up. The assistance of clearing-house officials was solicited in this case. The time spent in following up bits of evidence proved worth while, for it not only put $75,000 ad ditional in the United States Treasury but it also brought to the attention of the Gov ernment a group of individuals who will find themselves under surveillance for years to come. Every scheme, however and well executed, has a somewhere. Occasionally find just the one spot, but one. Training, experience, and unlimited resources make a c tion that individuals or pape et individual find it practically impossible to beat. From present indications the in tax will go merrily on for another generation. It is becoming an American Government is gradually perfecting its ap plication and scope. At one time the coun terfeiter flourished; today he is almost negligible; and so it will be with the income tax—the man who can successfully evade it will be in a class by himself. GO ‘Don't fancy so,” said Dennis genially. ‘Wilkways house is sound, but it’s no blimp. And I heard a rumor that the East- ern Lesser silk people are planning an excursion into the cotton-and-linen high ways. Know what the Lessers are?”’ No, Alice did not know The Lessers were to silk what Rockefeller was to oil. Had branch houses in every capital of the world, including Madrid and Petrograd—this last bombed at present Rumor contained headquarters in Chicago with eighteen new stories of Indiana lime- stone. “*Get into the Lesser and I'd be settled for life,”’ confided Dennis. After a while Nina changed the subject Alice told them about the mountain guide in Italy who had been a driver of a sight seeing bus in New York; the pension in Nancy where Tom got the best -— hoke he ever tasted; the little dark ~¢ in jrussels where she got the pink dolls Janie and Josie. It was the next morning that Alice said, ‘Nina, why don’t you and Dennis get into a house and out of this tiny apartment? My dear, if you ever had plenty of windows and closets “Oh, Alice!’”’ Nina was slightly ironic ‘I lived in one, you can’t have forgotten, until dad and then mother died. A house”’ though she felt self-convicted of treac hery to secret hopes—‘“‘has its drawbacks! Stair carpets to be cleaned. And a furnace’ And lots of closets need lots of With mbina come institutio: The smoke. clean shelf paper e very little while two children “‘Oh, I admit all that.” You ought to. I remember you took that first position in Pittsburgh, Alice, to get away from spring housecleaning.” “So I did! Wasn’t I a conscienceless little wretch!"’ Alice could be maddeningly agreeable when one would really prefer her in quarrelsome temper. “But the children really need * She diverted, irrel- evantly: “‘By the way, Nina, don’t you Continued on Page 46 ad F = ~, ey

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These apply als advertise ments in The Saturday Evening Post of February 9 and 16 ‘The Hunchback of Notre Dame,’’ the spectacle Uni versal has made in 15 years of history, through country write me opimon of it. more to use, pay oncditions o to our greatest audiences the please your playing to fine out the larg When you about 1t cities of set it Tell me ard {ae mintle ‘President UNIVERSAL PICTURES 1600 Broadway, New York City | into ugly THE SATURDAY Continued from Page 44 think it would be wiser for Dennis to anchor himself?”’ ‘ Dennis is offered so often a better open- ing. He’s really rather a wonderful sales- man, you know.” “Oh, of course,” agreed Alice at once. “Oh, I don’t doubt that, Nina! But you see, speaking psychologically —well, that isn’t what I mean, either—but it seems to me a certain fixity of purpose and action is necessary if a man is really to set his mark. Now, Nina, please let me say this for your own later reflection of Nina broke in hurriedly. salesman isn’t a Wall Streeter, Dennis’ commissions each year “Oh, of course. I know. But psyc hologic al is the word I want. a dear. But you see Nina averted a proud, helpless face. She was not minded to tell Alice that her floundering arrow of words had sickeningly hit the secret target of her own fears. “Tom says he'd just as lief get him into his office.”’ “Alice! Dennis wouldn’t dream of ever giving up his own line of work.” Tactfully Alice gave over. She reached, too, to save a small vase which the woman from the employment office was periling with a mop handle. Alice departed two days later. From the station to see her off, Nina returned with a feeling toward Alice which verged upon dislike. Her sister had paid the taxicab fare down with a tactful insistence which came near being patronage. And then, to make a small offense large, she had deliber- ately given the man a bill for Nina’s trip back home. The latter had no wish for a quick easy return to home. Three blocks from the sta- tion was an out-of-way workshop belonging toa wood polisher whom Dennis had known from early wholesale days. Two blocks from the shop was a curio den whose owner, too, was an old acquaintance of the two Hathleys. While she was in that part of ag she had planned to see about the hole Janie dug in the piano and also look for an ivory bowl for Alice’s Christmas present. Alice’s attention therefore was undesired and unwelcome. Nina drove off in annoyance with the waiting man. And it was while rounding the first crowded corner that she became conscious of a wad in one glove lying in her lap. Sus- picion darted into her mind like a black bird of prey. She got the “A city textile Alice. But well Dennis is wad out, uncrumpled the yellow bill. It was a fifty, which Alice had deftly left behind, without words. How dared Alice! After Dennis had taken such pains to make two days and a half a pleas- ant round of luncheons, matinées and eve- ning orchestra seats! With scarlet cheeks, deliberately Nina dropped the bill to the floor of the taxicab. Deliberately she bent then, picked it up, leaned forward and spoke to the driver. “Oh, I've picked up some money on the floor. Perhaps your last passenger A suggestive pause. Eyes as candid as violets in a sunny dell. Stare as suspicious as a watchdog offered a strange bone. Eyes like jumping gimlets. Then sudden volubility: ‘“‘Oh, yes, lady! I reme fiber—I remember “ig the house where you were born, I dare say,”’ commented Nina icily, but not audibly. With scarlet firm countenance she leaned back and composed the letter that later would go Aliceward. “So odd; tempted to keep it’’—implied laugh at such dishonesty!—‘‘ but remem- bered the eighth commandment. The man described perfectly the old lady in black who had asked him to keep his eyes open for it. I think the poor man was quite horrified by my honesty in handing it right over to him.” That would properly punish Alice for her would-be charity! She could picture Alice’s face. Alice would see through the letter of course. But a needed lesson would be taught. As the taxicab made its way through the crowded downtown streets she became con- scious that her mounting feeling against Alice was merging into anger against Den- nis. It was his fault that Alice had done this thing! He ought to be told of it. As soon as possible! But of cours» she could never hurt him by the telling. Like a cup of cold water in the face, judgment slapped the brief impetuous wish. Dennis liked Alice. Talebearing would rip that liking shreds. EVENING POST While the taxicab lurched past a corner Nina with too clear sight half-resented her own limitations of affection, her inhibition against causing one more creak in the world’s rasping machinery —rasping that has turned most of humanity into a whim- pering mass. Perhaps she had too much inhibitory judgment for Dennis’ and her own good. Perhaps another woman But at this point Nina Hathley sat up straight and un- inhibited. Dennis might not be making all that he should out of life and mind, but she preferred him exactly as he was to a nobler, wiser Dennis made over by some other woman! Deliberately she fell upon the favorite device of the average troubled soul—that of counting over one’s mercies and other persons’ Jack. She and Dennis and the children were healthy; not hungry, cold or shabby. Indeed, the very mention of such undeniable facts put a preposterous angle on the situation of her discontent. Many degrees removed were they from these three hardest planks of the mortal bed. Other things too. Dennis was—well, Dennis. No ugly incidents in their life to- gether, such as some wives have wretchedly to hug. Ada Delph, for instance—-who must redden and control a bitter self- conscious grimace when was uttered the old joke about a man buying a new ribbon for his typewriter. Jim Delph had whitish cheeks and oblique full-staring eyes to go with his managership of the Western de- partment of the Ambulox company. And even Alice—well, Tom was all right, of course, but he had a way of plucking at his small black mustache, very affectedly, when he told a joke. ‘ You see it was this way—-one was named Pat and one was named Mike.”’ Nina knew that one joke to utter boredom; and she had noticed that Alice of late years did not listen much to Tom. Well, she, Nina, had no old jokes to en- dure. Dennis always told new ones! And the autumn day was fair. Alice was gone, and so was criticism. She recalled that it was Friday, when the city salesmen gathered in downtown office for managerial conference. She might detour and pick up Dennis for early homing. Pure absend-mindedness was responsible for her action. Instead of down Monroe Street to the time-grayed high Wilkways Building, directed the driver down Madison Street to the newer Perono facade. And she was inside the wide plate-glass front dvors and advancing to the call girl before she realized her mistake. Upon the heels of realization came sight of Crozier, erstwhile her husband’s general manager, gloved and hatted for the street. His way was directly toward her. She bowed, with a touch of confusion and strong annoyance at her own absence of mind, and turned hurriedly toward the doors. But Crozier with an imperative word stayed her. And for this impulsive action a few words must be allotted Robert Crozier. Wars may come. Wars may go. Europe may be bathed in blood or poppies. Cals or Abrahams may sit at Washington. But the Midwestern textile trade is a kingdom of its own, and its Croziers are its cabinet members; driving, textile-absorbed, petu- lant, ambitious, capable men, usually ad- dicted to whole-wheat bread and pepsin tablets, middle-aged or older, with one stern eye on their salesmen and the other on interstate-commerce statistics and the boll weevil. Crozier was ‘dyspeptic, with his hopes pinned on bran muffins every noon. He was forty-nine years old, thin-haired and had watched the prewar neat-haired filing clerks metamorphose into bobbed flapper- ish young persons who greedily demanded larger and larger pay. And he distinctly re- called Mrs. Dennis Hathley when she had been pretty violet-eyed Miss Woods, over whose typewriter the younger men of the Ambulox establishment, neglecting busi- ness, used to hang and hand candy and flowers. And the years had not sat hard on Nina. They seldom do so sit on a woman who is well beloved by the man she loves, and married to him, to boot. Moreover, her state of mind over Alice’s action had whipped her cheeks to an exaggerated scar- let, which to Crozier’s nearsighted eyes may have been too artificial. Her small velvet cloche matched her eyes. Her coat and lacy blouse were extravagances of Dennis’. One dressed up to Alice anyway. Crozier undoubtedly surveyed her with that grim- ness which many men feel a large half of the women have in this generation earned. she February 25,1924 ““Mrs. Hathley, I am indeed pleased to run across you,” he began, with a sarcasm not lost even on Nina’s startled mind. “And I am just in the humor today to in- form you that when a good man goes wrong there is usually the one reason!” ‘Mr. Crozier!”’ “Only,” he went on with a venom which was the accumulation of weeks, ‘‘ there hap- pen to be two kinds of good men—those who have the ability to look straight in spite of home distortions, and those who have *. Crozier, you “Also to men of promise who become men of promises the poorhouse usually opens the door around three score and ten. And to their families.’ And that was all. He had strode on. Nina was outside the wholesale doors, not knowing whether to laugh or to ery. She did neither. She went home, however, without calling for Dennis. He breezed home an hour later. “Alice gone? Sorry I couldn’t get to the trai; had a State Street buyer in tow for two hours. Say, hon, I heard some more about the Lesser move. Jim Delph’s out for the general manager’s hat; so it’s about as good as if I'd arranged matters person- ally for my own good.” For once Nina did not respond with animation. Of course Crozier was a peevish person whom Dennis had snapped his fingers at. Of course Alice was a busybody ; oh, yes, sister or not, that was what she was. But in spite of both facts Nina was a little frightened at a vague and pale peril. Dennis’ breeziness, his plans and hopes were they becoming to her ears touched with tarnish? She hurriedly put the sinister thought away as if it were a contagious- disease sign. The day was put away with past days. The weeks went on. The routine of life took on its usual pleasant matter-of- factness; sometimes unpleasant, of course, as Janie’s mumps and Josie’s month of fever. Dennis got his new car, paying fifteen hundred dollars more than he and Nina had planned. “But I'll need a classier car for the Lesser job,’’ he declared briskly. It meant debt. Josie’s doctor bill had not been small and had come after the usual riotous and expensive Christmas that Dennis always insisted on. Generous—that had always been Nina’s soft self-whispered word for him at December’s end. Never un- til this year had she somewhat coldly self questioned if Dennis spent money to please others particularly —or to please himself. And then in February she met Ada Delph one noon in a department store. The two women went together up to the tea room. Ada was sandwiching coffee and a salad between facial massage and a glove fit- ting. She was off to New York the next day for a four months’ stay. ‘Four months?” said Nina while? Jim will “J ‘Jim won't care,” interrupted Ada calmly. ‘‘And I don’t care if he won't care. And, by the way, Nina, life’s really more comfortable after you've reached that point with a man! I don’t need half the facial massages that I used to.” A smiling ‘‘Ada!”’ ‘All a woman gets from looking up at what she’s set on a pedestal is a stiff neck.” “Still,” said Nina, with no smile, ‘one likes t lo sk up. Instead of —of not looking at all.’ There was a hint of unevenness in her voice. Fortunately Ada wa of the en- tirely self-absorbed women. Two altogether different men were Jim Delph and Dennis, was the reflection 4s it came to Nina; but there may as well | two different sorts of pedesials. She said abruptly that evening, “But, Dennis, perhaps the Lesser house won’t really prove a better opening for you than than others have. Adding diffide ntly, ‘As small increase of commission won't 7 “Oh, the per cent of commission won't be as large as I’m getting now,” he said. ‘But my yearly sales will be topping. Les- ser stuff sells on its own reputation. Won't have to spiel it up. Besides, to get inside track as soon as possible in a new field, the Lessers will slash prices. Salesmen of other houses will have to get down to brass tacks and pound away. After that Nina hoped intensively that Dennis would make this change. As the weeks went on, however, she did not listen so intently to his continued, rather too exuberant plans and expectations. Continued on Page 48 And “So long a one

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Guess I'll get a mat spread out for my feet, with the word ‘Welcome’ woven plain.” His smile was large and satisfied. She wished—-Nina sewing silently on a romper for Janie-—that Dennis’ smile was not habitually so satisfied. A man has a right to feel pride in his own ability, to be sure. But the pride that begins to express itself in a sort of smirk Rather frightened, she put her thoughts hurriedly away and began to talk fast to Janie, to Josie and to Dennis. Under her chatter, like a persistent rip- ple of water far down under sand, ran a silly recollection. Ostensibly it touched not herself or Dennis. It was a bit of pic- turization which, like adock burr, had stuck in mind from a long past viewed seven- reeler of oversentimentality. It had to do with a shawl; with a shawl’s unraveling, rather. That had served as the metaphorical motif of the motion picture. A broidered useful shawl in the begin- ning. But a man and a woman unraveled it slowly but surely. A slight tug one day; another time a bitter pull at the loosened yarn. Sometimes, to further damage, an inadvertent jerk. Sometimes the hand that tugged was vicious and purposeful. And presently many patiently made stitches had come all to naught, and there was no more shawl. Nothing but a snarled and vagrant heap of threads across which a man and a woman gaped in grief. The shawl might have been faded—the subtitles rioted in ef- fusive adjectives—and still have served one or both for warmth. But, unraveled, it was worthless. The picture clung to Nina’s mind that night and afterward. Perhaps her mind had become somewhat morbid. Something like a raveled fold seemed to hang over her days. Was her daily little critical thought of Dennis a daily tug? The Lesser opening presently seemed to have become vitally necessary, as if it might be a bridge; or a clicking, skillful needle. It was a relief when it neared; when the actual official expansion of the Eastern firm loomed upon Midwestern mercantile plat like a great rock upon a plain. The eight- een new stories of limestone were going up straight and high as architects could effect. Temporary office and stock room were se- cured. Dennis’ interest in Wilkways profits slumped visibly, by the day. “Just playing tiddledywinks with trade while I wait,’’ he confided breezily to Nina. “That's all. But next year—honey, you watch me next year this same time. I'll be toting my sample cases around the Loop and Sides in a Barrow-Six.’”” He added: “Glad the Lessers are moving to our village. The Wilkways house is all right, but it’s no blimp. Don't know just where I would have taken myself and grips this coming year if it hadn’t been for their move here.” “Don’t you, Dennis?” “Oh, you needn’t think you'd had to worry, hon! But I certainly would have made some kind of a change. Got rather fed up, for one thing, on old Wilkw: iys’ weekly talks on making good to his various forces, sales, stenographic, and even filing clerks.” He telephoned late one afternoon that he would not get home for dinner; had an ap- pointment with Jim Delph. Lesser! Nina ate her own dinner soberly, neg- lecting Josie and Janie; at least, so far as conversation went. She was reflecting that once the meal without Dennis’ brisk boast- ful talk would have been flat. Now—was it a relief not to contribute the frequent word of acquiescence or even applause? EVENING POST She put the thought away hurriedly. Oh, not inadvertently to tug at any shawl! She interlaced her fingers as if physical action on their part was to be feared, as if an ac- tual shawl lay there. As the evening wore on there came over her that sense of helplessness, impinging on terror, which can come to those, even those most fortunate, whose happiness and wel- fare are at the mercy of one other person. It is true that in this age and this land the independence of the individual is lauded. But to all practical purpose she was at Dennis’ mercy until life should end. But when at 8:30, almost before Nora had finished the dishes, almost as his key elicked in the lock, Dennis, grim and pur- plish of face, strode into the room, she for- got vague emotional terrors and sprang to he T feet to face something i immine nt. ‘Dennis, what’s the matter?” He flung coat and hat to a chair. “Dennis!” “Listen, Nina! I don’t happe n to be in the humor for t: alking just now. “Why, Dennis!”"—in surprise and hurt ““O—well--if you will have it right away! Would have saved you. Who do you think the Lessers picked for their Western gen- eral sales manager?” “Not Jim Delph?” “No. Gave him a tabbycat desk job. Who?” “Who, Dennis?” “Crozier!” “Oh! And—and he Got Jim to frame an interview with me so he could step on me as if I was a toad and he was a foot!” “Dennis! And he wouldn’t take you a “He said he wouldn’t take me on as a city salesman if I was the last good one foot-loose in the Middle West and he was harder up for men than a porcupine for a smooth coat.’’ He went on furiously, “He said a lot of other things too. Things I'll pay him back for, good and plenty!” “What other things? At that Dennis, who had been pacing up and down the room, turned furiously on her. ““Why must you turn the knife round for curiosity’s sake! What if I don’t care to repeat what he said?” “Don’t tell me if—if you'd rather not.” She did her utmost to keep her voice non- irritating. “Oh, possibly you'll enjoy hearing! Pos- sibly you're even of the same opinion —that I'm a blowhard and undependable, without any sense of ethics or word keeping. With- out, indeed, a sense of anything but small- boy showoffness!”’ ‘Dennis! I never thought anything of the sort! What a hateful, detestable man Crozier is!’’ And partly because of all] that had previously happened, wpe because his tone, never heard before by her, had cut to the quick, she burst into tears “T wonder if that’s sincere, Nina! I won- der if you never = “Dennis!”’ She was sure that under the anger of his voice rasped a hint of appeal. Tightly her fingers interlaced, as if inad- vertently they might pluck as if at a thread. *‘How can you ask me that? Never!” she declared passionately. ‘‘Never!” She added, ‘‘And, oh, how can this be wortha quarrel between you and me?’ Whereupon Dennis Hathley cooled down and was somewhat ashamed of his display of feeling. “Well, by Jiminy, it isn’t worth it! Even if you're not telling the truth, Nina. I don’t think you are telling it. But never mind. I’m not tonight hankering for a sec- ond person's exposé of my character.” He was fast getting back to something of his usual briskness. He strode across the room to a small desk that had been one of their wedding presents—and looked it. wouldn’t February 23,1924 Nina, face wet, crossed swiftly in his wake. “Dennis, one position isn’t worth fret- ting over.” . “This one was’’—laconically. ‘Chance of a lifetime. And Crozier has got a ten years’ contract and will keep me out that long. Watch me pay him back.” He flung himself into a chair and opened the desk. “Watch me! Where’s some paper? “Here’s a loose-leaf tablet. uneasily —‘“‘will you pay him bac ‘k? De mnis, really I wouldn't “Wouldn’t you? I would! I'll spend the next ten years grabbing orders from under his best men’s noses; and believe me, Nina, I don’t mind admitting to you that I never yet put on full steam at my job. Now I will, by Jiminy! And if I do, Crozier’ll have something to look at that will blister his eyes. I'll put in twenty-two hours a day; I’ll use every ounce of person- ality I’ve got.” “For whom?” she Wilkways is “Oh, I'll stick right on at Wilkways. Haven't got time to make a change. Be- sides, Crozier told me I was like a butterfly showing my yellow wings. I’ll let him see that I ean stick to one spot like a cocoon.” He wrote rapidly names and then more names. This from a vest-pocket notebook “Just making a list of buyers I can count on; and those I'll have to really work on.”’ Nina dropped into a near-by chair and watched him. Apparently, for the first time that she remembered, he had forgotten that she was in the room. She watched, fascinated. Something indefinable had left Dennis’ brisk smiling face. Something indefinable had replaced it. Under the likable, clean-shaven skin the flesh had become tauter, in a permanent way. How’ Oh, “You said asked. Not long afterward, on Monroe Street, Mrs. Dennis Hathley met Mr. Robert Crozier. She bowed to him most cordially Indeed, at sight of him a lovely and serene light had appeared in her violet eyes. It is the light found only in the eyes of women to whom life seems a friendly thing, and the future seems a safe thing. Reasonably safe, that is. Because, after all, the most generous-appearing future is never hung with the rich purple of perfect safety to any man or woman. But there was a quizzical curving touch to the corners of her mouth that seemed to be connected personally with Crozier Evidently he was a person whom she we oT liked, and was glad to meet in any street; a cheerful ship passing in her content- touched night. Crozier stared came to him. “H’mph!” he grunted, “Women have a terribly infl ated idea of their power, these days. See that little smart- “he atte ‘d individual who just beamed at me His ‘companion had seen her ““Wonder,”” mused Crozier, in “if she thinks she can vamp m¢ her husband a job?’ : But this was beforehand. Some afterward again Nina met Crozier. Again she nodded brightly. And _ gratefully? After her Crozier stared most thoughtfully, with no comment. “Do you know, Then a cynical thought looking after her disgust into giving time I b’lieve I made a mis- take once,” he said meditatively to his com- panion. ‘“‘And while I may have been doing someone a_service’’-—with uneasy pre- science—‘‘I’m not in business a the sake of doing this kind of service and letting a firm that’s not mine reap the benefit.” His companion did not understand “And I guess,”’ said Crozier obscurely, ‘for the sake of my own reputation I better not go around talking about it. But I have a hunch that regret, like a carbuncle, is going to swell on me.” THE LONDON SELSON grumpy old Scotch peer, Lord Stair. I was rather amused when Lady Reay asked them if they were going to the State Ball. They answered that they had wanted to and had written to Cambon to say so, but his an- swer was that it was quite impossible, as they had never been presented. When I thought of the fact that the Francises had never been presented either, and whose in- vitation had been sent at once, it seemed funny. However, I made no remarks. Lord Reay was rather put out with Lord Stair, who was not in uniform, They were (Continued from Page 27 going to present the Franco-Scottish com- mittee to Poincaré, but he said he really couldn’t stand his uniform in this heat. He was quite sure Poincaré would never know if he had the right to wear it. After lunch Lady Reay and I started off to see Pavlova, the Russian dancer, and we could hardly get through the streets, they were so crowded. It was Alexandra Day and the two queens were to drive through London, while at every corner stood girls dressed in white, with pink ribbons, selling artificial pink roses. We crossed them in Piccadilly, driving, one outrider in front, the two ladies in an open carriage, side by side, Princess Mary in front. Queen Alexandra was sim- ply dressed in black, with her usual small hat; Queen Mary in white, with a very high hat covered with white and blue feathers. Both ladies were smiling and bowing all the time. After the dancing, which was wonderful Pavlova really dances be autifully I went toa child’s party at Lady Newton's. There, too, I saw lots of people I knew, including (Continued on Page 50

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Princess Mary was at the party, dancing hard. She is pretty, with brilliant hair and complexion, but was badly dressed in some sort of green gauze. All the other girls were in white, with pink and blue sashes. May Harcourt was there with her two eldest girls, who looked charming. The Francises turned up at dinner. They had been to write us all down for Poincaré, who was lodged in St. James’s Palace. They had also been to Lady Newton's. Charlie Townshend appeared at dinner. He, too, is staying here. There is always room in this most hospitable house. After dinner we went to a musical party at the Schréders’ suron Schréder, head of the great banking firm, J. Henry Schréder & Co.-—-where I again saw quantities of old friends—the Arthur Herberts—she was a Miss Gamel, of Providence— Duchess of Montrose, looking very handsome; the Liitzows—Count and Countess Liitzow. A Dutch woman named Culp sang beautifully. I was tired, but still I enjoyed the music. She sang the old Eng- lish song Long, Long Ago, which I had not heard since I was a child in America. It was quite charming. Lady y to go THURSDAY, 26th. WAS lazy; sat in the garden. Charlotte and Francis went for a row in Regent’s Park. Just as we were starting to lunch with Lord and Lady Laurence we got a telegram from the princess royal, saying she would receive us at four o’clock. Our lunch was pleasant—the De Billes, Mrs. Buxton and one or two men. Anna Laurence was so pleased to see Francis; they played together so much as children. We went to Brook Street and got Mary Burns as soon as we got away from lunch, as she had offered to take us about that afternoon. We told her we were com- manded to the princess royal, but she said she didn’t mind and would wait for us while we paid our visit. We arrived a few minutes before four in the big house in Portman Square I knew so well. We had dined there often with Fife. A groom of the chambers in black, with a silver chain, and two pow- dered footmen were waiting in the hall. They took us upstairs at once, and in a few minutes the princess and her two daughters came. She was in black, the girls in gray. They are not pretty, nor chic—seemed very shy. She has grown very much like her mother, so has her daughter, the Duchess of Fife, but without Queen Alexandra’s graceful tournure She was much more talkative and animated than I had ever seen her. Everyone says she has come out extraordinarily since vm ty death. He did everything for her—and, I fancy, rather sat upon her. She had just had Poincaré’s visit and was very pleased with him. She was quite pleased to see Francis again and said her mother had told her how pretty and ¢élégante Charlotte was. The girls said very little. She said they were not going to the State Ball, had just lightened their mourning, and were doing no big things. We found Mary Burns waiting for us. We took the Francises to the S davoy, where they were to have tea, and I went to tea with her. I didn’t stay long, as 1 wanted to dress before dinner. Everyone told us we ought to start early, as there would be a great crowd, even with the entrée, and of the Francises wanted to see every- thing, and the court comes punctually at ten o'clock. Charlotte wore her green bro- cade dress her mother gave her, and I my black brocade, all my English orders and a diamond tiara. Francis looked very well in breeches, white waistcoat and silk stockings. Being neither diplomat nor soldier, he has no uni- form, and everyone told him he would be obliged to wear English court dress—black velvet, with lace jabot and ruffles and a sword. That he said he wouldn't do, so I had quite a correspondence with Sir Arthur Walsh, master of ceremonies, an old friend. I asked if he mightn’t come in breeches and stockings—what the Frenchmen wore in Paris when King Edward dined. There was delay in getting the answer, and everybody said it would never be allowed, as there were precedents—several Frenchmen who had no uniforms had worn the English court However, they made an exception for his father’s son, and Walsh wrote that the King would be very happy to see Monsieur Waddington in la tenue francaise. We got to the palace in very good time and the children were delighted with every- thing—guardsmen, beefeaters, chamber- lains, and so on. It seemed funny to go up course dress EVENING POST the big staircase and then branch off to the diplomatic entrance, as I had done so many times. There were quite a number of people there when we arrived. I saw Walsh almost at once and introduced him to the Fran- cises. He said would I take my usual place on the bane des ambassadrices? I said no I wouldn’t; I would sit somewhere in a cor- ner. He said that was quite impossible, that he had his orders, and also would I go in to supper with the court? The Turkish ambassador would give me his arm, and would I present my son and daughter-in- law to their majesties at suppertime? He said he couldn’t place the children in the Diplomatic Tribune, but would put them in the one next, so he carried them off and introduced Charlotte to his wife, Lady Clementine, who sat down next to her and told her who all the people were. The court came punctually at ten, the chamberlains with their rods walking back- wards into the ballroom, everyone, of course, standing, bowing and curtsying. The Queen walked between King George and Poincaré. She looked very handscme in green brocade and, of course, splendid jewels. The King was in field marshal’s uni- form, with the Grand-Croix de la Légion d’Honneur. All the English princes wore the French decoration. Poincaré was in plain black and long trousers—not breeches and wore the Victorian Order. He looked quite composed and smiling, as if he had been at court balls all his life. They played first several bars of The Marseillaise and then God Save the King. They all seated themselves on the dais and the Quadrille d’Honneur began at once, all the princes dancing, as well as the King and Queen. Poincaré didn’t dance; remained sitting on the dais, talking to Princess Christian, of Schleswig-Holstein, sister of King Ed- ward VII. I saw him quite well and thought he looked very well. He is not good-looking, but has an_ intelligent, thoughtful face. He is short and square, but a little taller than the King. I talked to various old friends and col- leagues while the dancing was going on Mensdorff, Austrian ambassador; Merry del Val, Spanish ambassador; tmperiali, Ital- ian ambassador. The only ambassadresses present were Mmes. Benckendorff — the Russian ambassador's wife-—and Imperiali. In the course of the evening Cambon came up to me and said Princess Beatrice Princess Henry of Battenberg, sister of King Edward VII and mother of the Queen of Spain wanted to speak to me, so I went forward, and she came down from the dais end we talked some time. While we were talking she said to me, ‘‘ Madame Wadding- ton, the president is trying to speak to you.”’ He was seated with the Queen on the dais, so, of course, | couldn’t go up, but we exchanged bows and smiles. Later, when he descended from the dais, Cambon came to get me and I had quite a talk with him. He is delighted with his visit; said he had no idea how well he would be received. Then I had a nice talk with King George, who said, “It is so nice to see you here in your old place; you ought to come oftener.”’ Queen Mary, too, came and talked and asked me if I didn’t find Queen Alexandra much older looking. There is not much love lost between these two ladies. I sent for the Francises to come and stand near me a little and Charlotte was in- stantly joined by Cambon. They had got all their instructions from Walsh —they were to follow as close as they could to the cortege when we moved to supper. I and my fat old Turk —not the ambassador, but an ex-grand vizier who was presiding over the conference —got on very well. He wanted to know who everyone was. The supper room was very handsome. They had brought up all the gold plate from Windsor, and the big dishes and plateaux looked splendid hanging on the walls—like walls of gold. The whole scene was so familiar—all the diplomats and offi- cials making a pretense of eating, but with their eyes fixed on the King and Queen so as not to miss anything when they turned to make their circle. The room looked splendid when everybody—the favored ones—got in, There are three long tables the middle one for the royalties, and the diplomats on one side and the court people on the other. A slippery, shiny parquet floor, and the middle space kept by a circle of ushers and chamberlains in uniform. After about a quarter of an hour Walsh came up to ask me where the children were. He couldn't find them anywhere in the room. He also introduced Lord Shaftes- bury, the Queen's chamberlain, who said he February 23,1924 had her majesty’s commands to introduce the children at once. I was getting a little nervous at their nonappearance, when they finally arrived, Walsh having sent two ushers for them. I introduced them to Shaftesbury, who was standing near, his rod in his hand, when suddenly he brought it down with a bang in front of me, saying, ‘Madame Waddington, will youadvance?”’ I did, followed by the children, and crossed the slippery parquet floor, the whole court looking on and criticizing. The King and Queen were charming came forward to meet us, the King telling Francis he needed no introduction, he was so like his father; and the Queen recalled old days when we used to go out to tea at White Lodge and Francis had tea with her and some of her brothers at a small table in the garden. While they were talking I went and talked a little to Poincaré, who was standing on one side. Of course, it was very complimentary to us the way it was done. Before the royalties spoke to anyone else we were called up, and for a few min- utes in the middle of that immense room, in the circle kept by a glittering row of offi- cials, there was no one but the King and Queen and the Waddington family. I was very pleased, as I thought they would merely have stood behind me and I would have named them when the royalties passed down the line making their circle, when they would have made a bow and a curtsy, but have no conversation. Francis was very pleased also. Some of the women spoke to him afterwards, saying, “I hope you were pleased with your reception; it was wonderful.” When the King and Queen moved on, the other princesses asked me to present Charlotte, and the Crown Princess of Sweden, daughter of the Duke of Con- naught, was much pleased to see them both. They all talked together to Poincaré, who was much amused to hear that the Swedish princess had been to Montmartre, and told them what it was like in his stu- dent days. Connaught asked me who the pretty woman was I was presenting, and talked for some time with her. We spent all our time with the princesses while the King and Queen were making their circle Then when the cortége formed again my old Turk came to get me and we went back to the ballroom. Francis and Charlotte re- mained with one of the young chamber- lains, who suggested that they should have some supper before the doors were opened to the general public. Poincaré did not go back to the ballroom took leave of the Queen at the King and all the princes escorting ‘inn, He was to start back to France the next morn ing at nine o'clock. Pichon, Ministre de A ffaires Etrangéres, was with Poincaré, and I had quite a talk with him while the dan- cing was going on. He looked beaming and said they were all most gratified at the reception they had had. We didn’t get away until 2:30. I thought I would never get Francis away. He found plenty of peo- ple to dance with and enjoyed himself very much. On our way to the carriage we stopped and had tea and sandwiches in one of the last rooms, served by maids. The Yarde-Bullers—he is military attaché to the British Embassy in Paris —wers and we stayed on some little time. loor, the there, FRIDAY, 27th. E WERE all late this morning. I sat in the garden with Hilda, telling her about the ball. She was much interested. Francis had a business appointment in The City, but met us at the Stamfordhams’, where we lunched. Lord Stamfordham is the private secretary and trusted friend of the King —goes everywhere with him. They have a charming apartment in St. James's Palace. We were a small party. Fritz Pon- sonby and his wife—he is one of the King’s equerries—was always with King Ed- ward, and hiswife is a very pretty woman, very showily dressed in black satin and white lace; two men whose names I forget, and Sir Arthur and Lady Nicholson. He looked very old, so bent, but was intelligent and easy, bored to death with being Under- secretary of State for Foreign Affairs, and so tied down; wants an embassy where he could be his own master—yet he refused Vienna. I fancy he wants Paris. They all do. As I wrote you, he spoke most warmly of you and Eugene; said how astonished he would be to see the Bulgarians so disci- plined and taking such a prominent place as Christians. 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ALL TIED FOR YOU! UNIVERSAL nen of fifty—they ir the youthfully stylish for s« hool, tor busi- ness, for sport or dress wear, there is a special Spur Tie Bow THE SATURDAY (Continued from Page 50) We came home to tea, as Hilda had in- vited some of the various cousins. The Francises went off to the opera, stopping for Miss Byng, Stamfordham’s daughter, whom Charlotte likes very much. I had a quiet evening with Hilda and Charlie Townshend. SATURDAY, 28th. } ILDA and I went to the Royal Acad- emy. There are scores of bad pictures and a few charming ones. Francis had to go back to Paris this morning, as he had people to see. Hilda took Charlotte to a garden party at Sion House, and I went for a drive with Mary Burns. We went to Hampstead Heath, where the air is lovely, it stands so high. It is much changed since my days in London; many more villas built. As it was Saturday afternoon, all the fields were filled with boys and girls playing tennis and cricket, all dressed in white. It | looked so pretty on the grass. Charlotte | enjoyed herself at Sion House and made | many more acquaintances. She said the place was handsome, but the party not nearly so well done as Osterley —not so many | servants and not the pretty little tea tables in the great hall, with flowers and fruit on each, We dined quietly with Mrs. Edwardes. She didn’t come to table; she has become so crippled with rheumatism that she has to be carried up and down stairs. Her daughter Gay—now Countess Gleichen | did the honors. She is very intelligent and has a charming manner. Gleichen—- Major General Count Gleichen, distant relative of the British royal family—wasn’t there could not get leave. We had Lord Grenfell, page ot is in Cairo —an interesting man—and a Captain Peacock, an equerry of the Prince of Wales, who seemed to adore him, and a Mr. Ward Cook, whom I have al- yays known. They all went off to the theater and Grenfell said he would bring Charlotte home. I stayed and talked to Mrs. Edwardes until eleven o'clock. SUNDAY, 29th. BEAUTIFUL warm day. Charlotte went off early to mass, and then to lunch with some friends on the river and spend the afternoon punting. I did my church in the garden with Hilda, listening to her Commentary. I wish I could believe in it as she does. It is such a comfort to her. I lunched quietly with Mrs. Jago. I drove in the afternoon with Mary Burns. I wanted to write ourselves down for Queen Amélie —ex-Queen of Portugal, widow of King Don Carlos, who was assassinated in Lisbon in 1908, and mother of ex-King Manuel; she was born Princess Amélie of EVENING POST the Ivor Herberts— now Major General Lord Treowen—in the fine old family house in Great Stanhope Street, with its high rooms, Adam ceilings and family portraits. Monnay, June 30th. FE HAD a quiet afternoon at Hurling- ham. It was an off day, nobody there, and it was nice walking about and having our tea under the trees. We all three dined with the Liitzows, who have a nice house. We had the Norwegian min- ister and his wife, and a nice man, Dudley, r brother of Lord de L’Isle, who sat next to Charlotte and wouldn’t believe she was French; also a nice American couple, McCormicks of Chicago—rich of course; have made a great fortune in reaping ma- chines. The Liitzows were leaving the next day. They begged us to come and see them at their place in Bohemia—Zampach—the next time we went to Marienbad. TUESDAY, July 1st. HARLOTTE and I lunched with Mrs. Lumley Holland—a large affair. I think we were twenty-four at table. The menu had the French flag on it, and the table was garnished with red, white and blue flowers. Needless to say, Mrs. Holland is very French in her sympathies. I sat between Sir Charles Knollys, brother of Lord Knollys, private secretary of King Edward VII, and Char- lotte Knollys—the former's sister, secretary and trusted friend of Queen Alexandra whom I had known in the old days, and General Nicholson. He was rather amusing over the American women and the way they quietly came over and took possession of London. We didn’t get away until nearly four, and tried to go to the flower show at Holland House, but the streets were so blocked it was impossible to get on. After having wasted a quarter of an hour opposite Har- vey & Nichols’ we decided to give that up and go straight to Westminster, where we were to have tea on the terrace, Even then we did not get to the Parliament House until nearly five, and then had some difficulty in getting in. They are so afraid of the suffra- gettes that the rulesare very strict. We had to write our names on a card which was sent to Ivor. However, we finally managed it. He was waiting for us just outside, and it was g pretty sight when we emerged on the terrace, There were a great many people pretty women, well dressed, lots of well- known members walking about, and a fine hum of conversation. We had a very good tea and strawberries, and a sort of bun or scone, which is the specialty of the House of Commons teas. Charlotte was perfectly amused, had never seen anything like it. She dined at home with Anna Laurence and February 25,1924 very agitated at first; said she had not seen me for twenty-six years, not since the happy days in London, when she came as a bride for Queen Victoria’s first jubilee. I said I remembered her so well at the Court Ball, where she and the Grand Duchess Sergius of Russia—born Princess Elisabeth of Hesse-Darmstadt, sister of the Empress Alexandra of Russia and granddaughter of Queen Victoria--were two lovely young women just beginning their married lives. I wonder if either of them had a presenti- ment of the tragedy which was in store for both. Her face changed; tears came into her eyes, and she said, “Ah, qu’elles sont loin ces premieres journées de bonheur; que de changements depuis!’’ She spoke very warmly of Willy—always so moderate and so just, and was charming to Charlotte about her father; told her what a beautiful entertainment he had given them in Lisbon Harbor on the Formidable. She asked her about her children, and said to me, “Je lai connue quand elle était une toute petite fille avec les cheveux blonds dans le dos.’ She kept us quite half an hour; said she was very pleased with her son’s marriage, that the young princess was intelligent and charming; she thought they would be very happy. She spoke very bitterly of the small- ness of the Portuguese in keeping all her per- sonal things. She only got some of her jewels back through King George's insistence. Charlotte was delighted with her audi- ence, and was much struck by the contrast between her gracious, simple manner and the stiff shyness of the English princesses, even when they mean to be gracious. Hilda was waiting for us in the auto, and we went to a small hotel halfway down the terrace for tea, just below the oid Star and Garter We had tea on the piazza, with a lovely view of the river and boats, with boys and girls in white, rowing and punting. We stayed there so long we had to take the short way home through the streets. Lon don has grown so immensely that Rich mond is now practically part of the town Charlotte and I dined at the twenty-four people—though Lady Reay had told me it was a small party. The party was pleasant: Dowager Duchess of Montrose, still very handsome, Lady Tul libardine—he is the Duke of Atholl’s eldest Merry del Val, Hohlnau, counsellor of the German Embassy, Lady Waterlow, Sir Donald McKenzie, a great admirer of Eugene, who wrote Little Russia, and several men I didn’t know. Charlotte had a clever young Irishman, Lord Kilkenny, next to her, and a young M. P. whose name she didn’t catch. They seemed all three most cheerful and were talking hard. All the men were most complimentary over Poincaré; said it was an absolute treat to Re ays’ son Orleans, daughter of the Count de Paris and great-granddaughter of King Louis Philippe— who lives at Richmond, so Mary quite agreed to that and said we would go to tea at Dober House, Mr. Morgan’s You buy it + tied for you—by hand. Sli; s easily onto stiff, soft or ft collars. Gives that jaunty that has the bow the tie this season No matter be—you will find a Two ofr pointed end model pli or a host of beautiful patterns to hear him speak such graceful, beautiful lan guage. They also found him good-looking, so intelligent; the eyes and brow of a thinker. Frank Mayer and they went to the opera af- terwards, I dined quietly with Mary Burns. It is rather pathetic to see her in her elabo- rate tea gown and beautiful pearls in the beautiful place, afterwards. It was charm- pretty rooms. We had a most copious din- ing driving through the park and we found ner—enough for ten people. She ate noth- LUNCHED with the Mildmays, just the queen’s villa quite easily; not very far ing and I not much more. a family party—Lily Harcourt, Mary from the old Star and Garter— which doesn’t I said to her, “Why do you have so Sheridan and her girl May. They were all exist any more; no more teas or maids of many dishes? You don’t eat them; and most affectionate and sent love to you, and honor. Do you remember the little cakes I can’t.” wasn’t it a pity you never came any more with icing on top that were always called She replied, “‘One must have all that; if to Europe, and why had you given up maids of honor? we didn’t it would look so bad for the serv- Washington? So many people said it was It is a forlorn little place, almost on the ants.” the only place in America to live in. Char- road. A wonderful sort of Portuguese serv- There is a curious change in her—difficult lotte came for me and we went to have tea | ant, half man, half monkey, with some gold to define; she seems far away at times. with Lady Granville at Kensington Palace braid on his coat, opened the door and She was waiting for us at her door and took showed us the book. The narrow passage us over the gardens and old palace, which | was so dark—this beautiful summer after- is now turned into a museum. Some of the noon—that he had to light the gas. I put old dresses were curious, Coronation dresses **née Sallandraize de Lamornain”’ on Char- of various queens; Queen Victoria’s wed lotte’s card, as the Queen had always ding dress and going-away dress, such known the admiral Vice Admiral Sallan- funny, narrow, short-waisted garments. draize de Lamornain, chief of the French Queen Alexandra's looked chic et élégant, naval staff and father of Mme. Francis even on a manikin. There were some fine Waddington very well, and almost the pieces of old furniture, and on one table last thing he did before he died was to give under glass a collection of small silver Style her and the King a dinner on his flagship, boxes, with pieces of the wedding cake of all Book the Formidable, when he was stationed at the royal family from Queen Victoria to A Lisbon for a few days. Mary Burns was the princess royal. horrified by the shabby little villa, with We walked through the Dutch garden, hardly a carriage drive up to the door, and which is quite charming. One could fancy the one slovenly servant. We drove through William of Orange spending long es wd the park to Dober House, where she had choly hours there, so homesick for Holland BULL-DOG sent word to the housekeeper we would and The Hague and the long roll of the sea have tea. The gardens, greenhouses and at Scheveningen, but in reality it has just SUSPENDERS & GARTERS fruit houses looked beautiful; quantities been made and planned by Lulu Harcourt. GUARANTEED TO WEAR 365 DAYS of and enormous carnations and Lady Granville gave us tea in her pretty ontiemmas Rib Ticats on strawberries and nectarines; a profusion of rooms in the palace, and we plunged, of everything. It made me rather melan- course, into old times, when Lord Gran- choly. The last time I was there Mr. ville was foreign minister and she such a Pierpont Morgan was there, heaping straw- stately aristocratic figure at the head of berries on my plate, and so kind and the stairs at the Foreign Office when there hospitable. was a big reception. She was most affec- | [got back just in time to dress for dinner, tionate, so glad to see Charlotte. She had | and we went off, the three of us, to dine with (Continued on Page 54 SC ITI Sc made , THURSDAY, July 3rd. what your taste may Spur Tie Bow rsqu ire end you'll like sizes un colors choose irom Accept No Substitutes pur Tie ha a patented feature per u like ely wil t curl, voll, or wrinkle it lacking the patented Be sure you get the Spur 1 the tie the way y« is plainly sler will not ~¢ for one, e¢ and style u preter. NAME § THE TIE! HEWES & POTTER Mass PAUL B. HAY , San Francisco, Cal. WEDNESDAY, July 2nd. ODAY we had our audience with Queen Amélie. I had written to Soveral to arrange it for us, and he telegraphed me it was for today at four. Hilda said she would come with us— would like the drive through the park—so we started at three in a mo- tor. We got there a little before four. The same slovenly servant was waiting in the anteroom—or rather, the dark passage and we were shown at once into rather a nice drawing-room opening on a winter garden. There we found a lady and gentle- man, both Portuguese, who received us and said her majesty would see us in a few minutes. We had a little banal conversa- tion. She asked how long it was since I had seen the Queen, and soon. Then a bell rang. The gentleman conducted us across the winter garden into a large drawing-room with open doors. He merely bowed and de- parted—-didn’t announce us. The Queen was standing at a table in the center of the room, dressed in black, with no jewels. The Queen shook hands with us both, thanking us warmly for coming to see her in her soli- tude. 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Charlotte found her very handsome and high-bred—a thoroughly English type. I went to tea with Julia Monk—Charlotte declined that festivity—where I found plenty of people I knew, including Lady Violet Rivers Wil- son, whom I was glad to see, and I got home very Happily had no dinner and was glad to get to bed early. late. Fripay, July 4th. (> ARLOTTE and I walked about a lit- / tle this morning in Oxford Street, doing me last shopping, and we lunched with Mrs. Hope-Vere. Her house is filled with pretty furniture and bric-a-brac of all kinds, and quantities of books in old French bindings. We were not a very large party: Lord and Lady Graham-—he the eldest son of the Duke of Montrose, a tall, good-looking man, stone-deaf—Lady Mary Something, a daughter of the Duchess of Hamilton, Count and Countess Montholon, of the French Embassy, and various odd men. After lunch we went to see Cambon, who was at home and evidently rather pleased with our visit. He told us a funny story You will remember that at King Edward's funeral a long line of kings — nine — followed the gun carriage on horseback. The last two were Alfonso of Spain and Manuel of Portugal. Just in front of them was King Ferdinand of Bulgaria, and a splendid fig ure he was. King Alfonso, who is very royalnot a Spanish Bourbon for noth ing said to King Manuel, “‘ Viens, voild un nouveau colldgue, un roi qui ne longlemps.”” Ferdinand heard his saddle, saying, “‘Oui, vous dites, je suis un nou fait pas le métier de puis him, turned in mon ami, comme mais je crois que j'ai plus de chance de mourir dans mon lit que vous deux Just now Ferdinand’s chance of dying quietly in his bed doesn’t seem a very good one. I got home about four and went with Hilda to see an old friend of hers, Lady Nicholson, who has a charming house and garden just out of London, towards Camp- den Hill. Lady Nicholson’s father was a friend of Sir Thomas Lawrence and she has an interesting collection of his original sketches, also some of Burne-Jones’. She was the first old lady——about sixty-seven I had seen with smooth brown hair and a cap. Ll asked her why she wore one. She said her husband was so much older than she was that she thought it seemed more fitting. We had a big dinner at home tonight the Norwegian minister and his wife, Swiss Minister, the Montholons, Bruno Schréder, and a man I used to know, Sir Edgar Se- bright, who used to be with Princess Mary of Teck— Princess Mary Adelaide, Duchess of Teck, first cousin of Queen Victoria and mother of the present Queen of England. vreau rot, SaturDAY, July 5th. eo ~, ITTE and I lunched with the / Billes, who have kept their house in Pont Street. We had Wrangel, the Swedish minister, and his wife, the Reays, Elsa, the daughter, and her husband—a nice, clean- looking young Englishman, devoted to the country and sport of all kinds, and one or EVENING POST two othermen. I went afterwards to Mary Burns’, who had promised to drive me about and leave some last cards. Circulation was very difficult, as the King was reviewing the volunteers in Hyde Park. SUNDAY, July 6th. WAS lazy this morning—didn’t go out till late with Charlotte. We went to tea with Lady Waldegrave, who has a nice old- fashioned house in Portman Square, with some fine pictures and old china. After- wards to tea with Lady Stamfordham to say good-by. We hada quiet dinner. Some of Hilda’s Norfolk cousins, the Buxtons, came. Maurice —Sir Maurice de Bunsen, brother of Baroness Deichmann and British am- bassador in Madrid—is named to Vienna, and is much pleased. He was afraid they would leave him one more year in Madrid and then shelve him. He had an excellent position in Madrid, because the Queen was so fond of him and Bertha—Lady de Bun- sen.’ She sent for them on every occasion, I had a little note from Queen Alexandra asking me and Charlotte to go to her to- morrow afternoon to a child’s party she was giving at Marlborough House. It is not very convenient, as Hilda has a big garden party here tomorrow—half the people in- vited to meet me, and I have Fo invited some of my friends she doesn’t know. She looked so disappointed when I read the note, yet I think I must go for a little while late. Charlotte will stay. Monbay, July 7th T IS mild, but gray —no sun and no pos- sibility of walking or sitting in the gar- den, though we did get out on the terrace. We had a great many people, but I was able to get off about six. I had written to the Queen that I would be late, as we had a party at home. There were already peo- ple with children coming away when I went in. I asked the groom of the chambers where their majesties were. He said on the terrace. Just at the bottom of the steps I surveyed the position for a moment to see just where the royal group was, and then wandered down. The Queen, Empress Marie, Queen Amélie, Duchess de Ven- dome and King Manuel were all sitting in a row, listening to a Russian band. Lady Ripon was on one side of — Manuel, Mrs. Hartman, Madame de Jaucourt’s sis- ter, just behind the Queen. King George and Queen Mary were not there. The Queen saw me coming, got up at once; so did the Empress. Someone brought me a chair and I sat down just behind the two sisters. Queen Amélie, too, was very gra- cious. The Russians played and sang well some of their pathetic, wild, national airs, and ended with the Russian hymn, everyone standing. I talked to all the princesses. Queen Amélie asked me where Charlotte was. She had been so glad to see her; she recalled her father, whom she was so fond of. As soon as the music was over there was a general move, and Queen Amélie said she would like to present me to her son. He is short, insignificant looking, talked easily enough, but has none of the charm and grand air of his mother. I congratulated him on his engagement and asked him if his fiancée was pretty. He said—he speaks English perfectly well—‘I think so, but I couldn't say anything else, could I?” Three or four old friends —Soveral, Mensdorff and February 23,1924 Farquhar—came up and we had a nice talk, Soveral telling Queen Alexandra that I had written him such a stiff letter asking for an audience with Queen Amélie that his feelings were hurt. I protested, saying I was pe rfectly sey $ began “‘Cher Mon- sieur”’ and ended “‘.Je vous prie de croire a mes meilleurs poe Nii but he said that was absurd; I should have written ‘‘ Mon cher Soveral,” and ended “Je vous em- brasse.”” All these little pleasantries were roared into Queen Aijexandra’s ear—she is deafer than ever, poor dear. Willy used to say my jokes were so foolish, but at least they made people laugh and dispelled all stiffness Then the Duchess de Vend6me asked me if I would come for a walk with her and find her children, so we strolled about a little, sat a few minutes at a Punch and Judy, where the children were sitting. She was very.friendly and asked me to come and lunch with her on Saturday, but I told her we were going on Thursday back to France I saw lots of people I knew and had quite a funny talk with Douglas Dawson, comp troller of the household, over Francis’ dres for the Court Ball. I had quite a talk, with the princess royal. All the royal ladies were simply dressed in black coats and skirts, and pearl neck Queen Amélie was in dressy blac] over white, the Duchess de Venddme, who is rather handsome—though on a very larg: scale, just like Rubens’ women—pink and white. She is a sister of the present King of the Belgians and looks very Belgiar It was very damp and chilly in the garden and I was rather cold, as my dress was thin and I had left my wraps in the carriage. Queen Alexandra said to me, ‘‘I am sure you must be cold, Madame Waddington; do let me send for a wrap for you.” “Oh, no, madame, I am quite comfort- able.’ Upon which Queen Amélie said to me in an aside, “‘Chére that is nothing but politeness on your part; you must be shivering. I am half frozen.” All the old set were there, and it seemed strange not to see King Edward standing at one corner of the terrace with his little circle of intimates around him. It looked so pretty when the Queen stood at the top of the steps and all the children trooped by, kissed her hand and thanked her for the delightful afternoon they had had. It re- minded me so much of old days and the many children’s parties I had seen there She said good-by affectionately to me, kissed me, and said she hoped I would come back soon. I was afraid I should have to wait a long time for the carriage, as of course everyone went away at the same time, but it was in the courtyard and I got it at once Hilda’s old coachman knows all the royal servants and told them he was driving her excellency Madame Waddington, and must of course wait in the courtyard. It was after 7:30 when I got back to Abbey Lodge and found Hilda rather tired after the party and the long hours of standing, but much pleased, as almost everybody came she asked. too, laces. madame, WEDNESDAY, July 9th. E LEFT this morning at ten o’clock by Newhaven and Dieppe. Had a de- lightful crossing, perfectly smooth sea, and were most enthusiastically received by our respective families. All Charlotte’s men were enchanted to have her back. THE DOLLAR CHASERS during the day the guests’ cabins and luggage will be-—-er—examined. I’m hospitality itself, but this is a vital business for me and I'll stop at nothing. I’ve also given orders to the captain not to put in anywhere. There are supplies and coal enough aboard to carry us for five days, and I'll stay out that long if I have te.” “It’s a good idea, sir,”’ Bill agreed. “I've also just posted a notice on the board offering a reward of three thousand dollars for the immediate return of my lucky piece, and no questions asked. ‘Im- mediate’ is the important word there. The money’s yours if you run down the thief.” “Oh, but I wouldn’t take your— money, sir,”’ Billsaid. The emphasis on the “money” was not so marked as he had intended. “Rot! Why not? I'd be getting off cheaply at that. Three thousand is a small price to pay for the peace of mind the return of that dollar bec bring me. My boy, I'll ne ver know a happy moment until I get it back,” Continued from Page 21 “Bill, why suggested. “Tell me what?” quickly. “Bill’s unearthed the most things, dad. You'll never believe ““Good Lord, why keep me in the dark?” He was all excitement. ‘“‘What’s up?” “If you don’t mind, sir,”’ Bill said, ‘I'd like just a moment more before I let you in on it. You see “A moment? But only a moment. me wi aiting.’ “T'll make it snappy, s hurried off. Tatu, making up the berth in Henry Frost’s cabin, informed him that the mil- lionaire had slept late and was now at break- don’t you tell him?” Sally Jim Batchelor asked amazing Well, well—if you say so. My boy, don’t keep ’ said Bill, and ast. Bill looked round inquiringly. **How about the collars, Tatu?” he said. “Him lock collars in suitcase,’’ Tatu ex- plained. “Put key in pocket.” Smiling to himself, Bill went to the din ing saloon, where his employer sat alone at his breakfast. Good morning, sir,’’ said Bill. “Good morning. You breakfast late.”’ Frost’s tone implied that it was a bad sign “T’ve had my breakfast, Mr. Frost. 1 want to speak to you, if you don’t mind.” “And if I do mind?” “T’ll have to speak anyhow,” said Bill firmly. Henry Frost looked up sourly from his grapefruit. “T’ll say this for you: You're offensive man on my pay roll.”’ “T’msorry, sir. I’m only trying to do the right thing.” “People who are only trying to do the right thing generally make fools of them- selves. What is it now?” “Last night I told you I didn't intend to go to Mr. Batchelor with certain informa- tion I had picked up. I’ve been forced to change my mind.” (Continued on Page 56 the most

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What forced you?’ ‘That story of yours about the I’ve found out it wasn’t true.” “Tndeed?” “Yes, sir. You say you went to Jim Batchelor’s room for a collar. I say that’s a typogri uphical error. You went there for dollar.’ He nry napkin “Will you come “Certainly, va ployer on deck me, Mr. Frost.” “Yes, more so than y ~ think. Do you happen to know where Jim Batchelor is?”’ ‘He’s on the after de ck.” Henry Frost turned in that direction. “Regarding that interview with Mik- klesen, you needn't trouble. You’re not on the paper any more.” “Just as you say, sir,” ingly Sut his “ collars. Frost rose and tossed down his with me?” he said Bill followed his em “This is all very painful for Bill replied smil- heart sank. In love and out of work -a great combination. Jim Batchelor was waiting with Sally on the spot where Bill had left them He looked up eagerly as the two men ap- proached ‘Jim, I’ve got something to say to you,” hegan Frost ‘All right This young di li ir “Oh, nonsense!” said Batchelor, disap- pointed in Bill. “I know you wouldn't take it ‘Well,”” continued Mr. I " His face turned scarlet. matter of fact, Jim—I did.” Jim Batchelor le aped from his chair. **What’s that? Say that again!” “Now, Jim, don't get excited. you my word, it was all a joke.” “A joke! You old simpleton! funny at your age! Well, hand it over! “Tl want you to understand how it was,” Frost continued, ‘I was determined to take you out and trim you at golf today. Last night some- body happened to say something about your losing that dollar, and it came over me all at once that if you did you'd be so upset you'd be easy picking on the links. So just for fun, Jim —that wasall —I slipped into your room and substituted that other dot | ir ‘ ‘You're a criminal at alwa knew it. But Hill “Of course What is it?” idiot thinks I took your Frost, ‘I “As a I give Getting ” Henry. I Sam heart, where in I never dreamed you'd take it so seriously. And : want to talk to you about that. Really, Jim, that dollar’s be come an obsession w ith you. Noman ought to build his whole life on a thing like that. It's wrong--all wrong. Let this be a lesson to you.” ‘Will you cut out the duce my dollar?” ‘L’'ll get it. It’s in my room. hard feelings, Jim “There will be if you don’t shut up and get that dollar.”’ Frost departed. Jim Batchelor stalked the deck. He was mad and he showed it, for no one had told him repression was the fashion. ‘The old idiot!’ he stormed. got into him? Second childhood, \ joke! You heard him joke! ‘Never mind, dad, it’s all right now,” said Sally soothingly. ‘And you must remember, it was Bill here solved the mys- tery.” ‘Mighty clever of him too. him a check in a minute.” “Oh, I couldn't allow that, sir,”’ Bill protested. ‘* Not ander the circumstances.” “Rot! Just as serious as a real theft. And for that matter who knows? The old fox! I never did trust him.” “Dad! Your best friend!” shocked. “Well, how do I know what he’s up to At that moment Mr. Frost reappeared. For once his famous poker face failed him. It registered emotion. “Jim,” he said, “I feel like a fool.” “You're certainly acting like Where’s my dollar?” Frost slowly extended his bony hand. Eagerly Jim Batchelor reached out a hand to receive. Into it Henry Frost dropped a bit of paper, a greenback, the promise of the United States Government to pay one doliar on demand. “What the devil’s this?” elor sermon and pro- There’s no “What's I call it. he said it was a i'll write Sally was 9” one. roared Batch- EVENING POST “T found it in the place where I'd hidden your dollar, Jim,” said Henry Frost humbly. Jim Batchelor did not speak. He cast the paper dollar to the deck. His face purpled, so that Bill Hammond wondered what one did first in case of apoplexy. “What can I say, Jim?” Frost pleaded. “IT wouldn’t have had this happen for a cool million.” “‘Apologies!”’ gurgled Batchelor. grets! What do I care for them my dollar!” “It was all a joke,” fortunate remark. “Yeah, a joke! Ha-ha! Fine joke! Somebody else thought so too. Somebody decided to steai your stuff. And now where are we? Just where we started!” “With this difference,” said Frost. “I’m in on this now. You and I will run the thief down together. I’ve something at stake, too, and my first move will be to add an- other couple of thousand to that reward you offered.” “A lot of good that will do,”’ shrugged Batchelor. “If three thousand wouldn’t bring it, five won’t either. I tell you, we’re up against it.’ He turned suddenly to Bill. “You—you haven't any other clew, have you?” he asked. The trustful note in his voice was pathetic. It made two young people very happy. “Well, I have one,” Bill admitted. “You have?” Batchelor brightened at once, “Yes; it may not be very important. But I'll work on it. I'd like your permission to do whatever I think necessary —to invade other people's staterooms if I think best.’ “You go as far as you like.” Batchelor turned to Frost. ‘‘This boy’s promised to help me.” “Oh, he’s a wonder!” sneered Frost. “You bet he is,” Batchelor answered. “He ran you down in record time , and I'll bi ue k him to get the other thief.’ “Dad!” Sally re proved. “All right, Jim,” said Frost. it coming to me.” ‘I'll say you have!” Bill bent over and picked up the green- back from the deck. “T'll take charge of this, if you don’t mind. And by the way, Mr. Frost, did anybody else aboard know you took that dollar?” ““Yes—come to think of it,”’ said Frost. “Tt seemed best, in case my motives should be misunderstood, to let a second party in the er--the joke. So I told Julian “ Re- I want said Frost—an un- “T’ve got “When did you tell him?” “Last evening —before I took it. And afterwards I mentioned to him that I had it in my statercom.” In the silence that followed, Bill had a vision of the night before—two tables of bridge, with Julian Hill wandering alone somewhere outside. “By the way,” said Batchelor, “‘this may not mean anything; but I heard this morn- ing that Mrs. Keith lunched last Wednesday at the Palace with Norman Blake. The Blakes are old rivals of mine,” he explained to Bill, ‘‘and they’ve never made any secret of their interest in that dollar.” “And who told you about Mrs. Keith, Sl “Julian Hill.’ “Ah, yes,” my best.” “I’m sure you will, my boy,” said Batch- elor. ‘‘Don’t forget, there’s five thousand in it for you now.” “‘T hope there’s more than that,” thought Bill. ‘Yes, sir,”’ was what he said. He smiled at Sally and moved away. Frost called after him. “By the way, Hammond,” he said, “if you get the time you'd better do that Mik- klesen story. Simon Porter will be expect- ing it.” ‘Thank you, sir,”’ Bill answered. Sally joined him and they went forward along the rail. a hat did he mean, Bill?” she asked. “Oh, he was just handing me back my job. You see, he fired me a little while ago. Now he loves me again. And speaking of that, where do you stand this morning?” ‘Just where I stood last night,’’ she told him. ‘The day of mapec les arrived last night,” he said. “‘You can sit down now, my dear — if you'll tell me all about it.” “ All about what?” They found a couple of dec k chairs. ‘All about Bill smiled. ‘Well, I'll do how you-—like me pretty well, February 25,1924 “Never mind that. You tell me. You love me, don’t you, Bill?” ‘Sally, words can’t put it over! I gave ‘em a chance last night, and they fell down on the job.” “When did you start, Bill I mean?” “That day when you were helping the orphans. The moment I saw you~ honest, Sally, I loved you on the spot. And for ten minutes I madly worshiped you. Then somebody told me your name. So I went away and never loved you again.” being fond, , that was the idea. Only it didn’t work out very well.’ “I’m glad it didn’t. pleasure, Bill. What’s your other clew His bright look faded. “It isn’t any good,” he said. “I thought for a minute there might be something in it. I see now I was wrong. “But what is it, Bill?” “Tt’s a shirt.’ “A shirt?”’ “Ves, we've run the collars to earth, and now we'll get busy on the shirt. I tell you, Sally, this is beginning to look to me like the annual outing of the Laundrymen’s Benevolent Society.” “You interest me all about?” He told her. The misadventure in the steamy laundry of Honolulu Sam, his agon y when he found himself shirtle ss, Tatu’s prompt rescue, the theft in the night, the Jap’s reticence on the morning after— all these he detailed at length. “The trouble with the detective game,” said Sally, when he had finished, “is that it’s so full of mystery. Whose shirt do you imagine that was?”’ “Well, there’s Julian Hill. He have an extensive wardrobe.”’ “Bill, you don’t think that “IT don’t know—just a now is to get hold of Tatu and pry formation out of him.” “ Japs are difficult,” “You bet they are, braltar’s little brother come across.” “I’m sure you will.” **T’ll get the facts out of him if I have to strangle him,”’ Bill told her, ‘‘ just to prove to you how tenderly I love But business before 9 What's it strangely > appears to Julian My job the in- guess said Sally and this boy is Gi But I'll make him you vi UT Bill Hammond's optimistic predi ) tion failed to come true. He did not get the facts from Tatu. After fifteen mir utes of the third degree, the little Jap still stood as firm as Gibraltar—or maybe firmer. Bill cajoled, pleaded, threatened Tatu looked at him with all the calm mys- tery of the Orient in his eyes, and suavely protested that he had forgotten just where he acquired that shirt. The luncheon bugle came as a merciful interruption. ‘All right, go along,” said efforts had wilted him. “But through with you, my lad.” “Yes-s, thank you,” answered Tatu, and had the audacity to smile as he went out Near the door of the dining saloon Sally was eagerly waiting. **Well?” she asked. “Salute your hero,” said Bill, just been licked by a Jap.” ‘Tatu wouldn’t tell you?”’ ‘Adamant, that boy. He's never the word, but he can act it out.” “Why not set father on him?” ‘‘No,” protested Bill, “‘let’s keep father out of it. I’ve got to pull this off alone You know why.” “But what are you going t ‘Just what a regular detective would do,”’ he told her. “‘ Wait for a lucky break.” “Ts that the way they work?” she asked, unbelieving. She was all for action—her father’s daughter ‘It certainly is,”’ said Bill. ‘I read an interview once with a great French detec tive. I didn’t pay much attention to it at the time, as I didn’t know then that I was going into the business. But I remember one thing—he said that the detective's chief ally was luck.” ‘But suppose you're not lucky.” ‘Something that happened last night,” smiled Bill, “proved I’m the luckiest man in the world.” Jim Batchelor came up. “What's doing?”’ he whispered hoarsely. “I’m working,” said Bill, and tried to make it sound businesslike. **Results—that’s what we want,” elor reminded him. Continued on Page 58 Bill I'm His not odo?” Batch-

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| IN | Magtth " These tests insure the | ie | i Compressing months into days cabinet, where a maintained day deteriorating ffect on rubbers as months of expo the ordinary atmosphere. Here veral days in this on “U.S.”"’ brand whenever they buy rubbers or arctics. They cost no more and last oe Me ae longer. It will pay you to look xn undergo. for the ‘‘U.S.’’ trade mark. ertain temperature is ind night, has the same length subjecte nation rubbers United States Rubber Company 66 99 Ask for .. Rubbers ll stvles and sires for men, women and children cer ereet / ™. Gath ate Trade Mark EVENING POST Continued from Page 56) “You bet we do,” said Bill, and they went in to lunch. At the table there was little of the cheery animation of the night before. The guests ate in preoccupied silence, and Jim Batch- elor’s intimation that they might wander about the Pacific for several days added nothing to the general gayety. After lunch, Bill Hammond saw Mikkle- sen enter the smoking room, and followed. He sat down opposite the Englishman and offered him a cigar. Mikklesen took it suspiciously and lighted it in the same spirit. Although it was a perfectly good cigar, his subsequent expres- sion seemed to indicate that his worst fears were realized. “Tf you’ve no objection,” Bill said, “‘we might as well get that interview over with.” “As you wish,” Mikklesen agreed. “Where's your notebook?” “*My what? Say, listen, it’s only in plays that reporters carry those things.” “But I shouldn’t care to be misquoted,” the Englishman objected. “Not a chance. I’ve got a mind like a phonograph record.” *““Ah--er-—-what shall I Mikklesen asked. “Give me something snappy,’ gested. ; they can talk about?” ’ Bill sug- “Something hang a headline on.” “Oh, but that’s hardly bad taste, sensationalism. We have prac- tically none of it at home. If you don't mind, I'd like to talk about the Chinese, A really admirable people, old chap.” “You think so?”’ asked Bill Hammond, my style. Very without enthusiasm. “T know it. I had charge of a copper | mine in one of the northern provinces, and I found the Chinaman absolutely reliable, If he promised a thing, he did it.’ “T heard different,”’ Bill said. on, this is your story.” Mikklesen told his story. Beyond ques- tion he had the gift of speech, and Bill Ham- mond reflected as he listened that he was getting something. By an adroit question now and then, he led the talker on. Some ten minutes had passed, when suddenly the second officer of the Francesca, who had charge of the yacht’'s wireless, entered. ‘*Mr. Hammond,” he said, “‘a message for you.” “Oh, thanks,’ said Bill. handed it over and departed. just a second.” “Certainly,” agreed Mikklesen. Bill opened the folded paper and read what the second officer had set down. As he read, he smiled happily to himself. The message was from Simon Porter. “‘Never mind interview,’’ Simon wire- “Have investigated by cable. A little black sheep who's gone astray. Kicked out of the English colony in Yokohama be- cause they didn’t like his shirts.” His shirts! Oh, lady luck! ‘Anything important?” klesen. “Not at all,” You were saying Mikklesen went on, but Bill no longer listened. The interview was cold, but the quest of the dollar was warming up. His shirts! They didn’t like his shirts. Well, that might mean much or little; but Mik- shirts certainly must be looked “But go The officer “Pardon me lessed. inquired Mik- said Bill. “Go on, please. klesen’s into. “T fancy that’s about all I can you,” said the Englishman finally. “That's plenty,”’ Bill answered heartily. He stood up. “ You know, considering how fond you are of the Orient, I’m surprised you came away.” Mikklesen re garded him with a sudden interest. “Pater’s getting old,’ he explained. ““Cabled me to come home. Couldn't very well refuse—family ties and all that. But sooner or later I shall return to the East.” “‘T’m sure you will,” said Bill. ‘Thanks ever so much.’ Fagerly he hurried below. Things were certainly looking brighter. Midway down the passageway he encountered Tatu. “T want you,” he cried, and seizing the Jap by the arm escorted him energetically into the cabin. “What now, please?” inquired Tatu. Bill pointed an accusing finger. “That was Mikklesen’s shirt,’ nounced. “Somebody tell,’ vious relief. “Yes, somebody’s told. out Now story.” give he an- ’ said Tatu, with ob- That lets you come across with the whole February 25,1924 “Nothing to say,”’ Tatu replied I see he have two shirt. You have no shirt. I hear him talk unkind remarks about Jap- anese people. I take a shirt. Why not?” “It was a noble impulse. But why the dickens wouldn't you tell me this before?” “Last night, maybe twelve o'clock, Mr. Mikklesen ring,”’ Tatu explained. ‘* Tell me I take shirt, give to you. I say no, indeed He say very well, but will give me fifty dollar I not tell to you whose shirt you have. I accept with pleasure.”’ His face clouded. “Japanese boy lose fifty dollar,” he added. “Has he given it to you?” “Give one dollar for a beginning. Very small beginning.” Bill’s eyes marrowed. “Let me see the dollar,”’ he demanded Tatu handed over a crisp new “You're sure this is the . “Yes-s. Only dollar in pocket,” Jap. Bill took greenback. one? said the out a silver dollar, glanced at and handed it to Tatu. “T’ll trade with you, if you don’t mind Now listen, my lad! From now on you and I are friends.” “Yes-s. Very nice,” “You stick to me Batchelor secrets with for you *T know. “The first thing in order is an exami: tion of Mikklesen’s one remai “Can't do,” Tatu said. “Shirt i up.” “‘T suppose so,”’ Bill replied I’m going to take a look. Go ar d see if there’s anyone in Mikklesen’s cabin Tatu departed through the bath. In a second he was back. “Empty,” he announced. “Fine,” said Bill. He stationed the corridor with orders to signal if the Englishman appeared. Then, with the bat! offering a way of escape, he examined the room with care. But Mikklesen had left no dress shirt where eager hands could find it Undoubtedly it was in the one piece o luggage that was securely locked— a huge battered bag that had a London loc! **Nothing doing,” said Bill finally. He returned to his own cabin, followed by Tatu. “You want bag open?” inquired “Tt would he a good idea,” Bill ““Maybe doliar inside,” sugge boy “T don’t know. It mi ght | be “Pretty strong lock,” “Oh, so you noticed that at the impassive face. tinued, thinking aloud, ““my chance come. It’s bound to. Mikklesen’ wear that shirt tonight, and perhaps Oh, good Lord!” “Yes-s,” said Tatu. “‘Look here, my boy, what do I wear to night? I’m worse off than I was last night I haven’t even got any studs.” “Excuse, please. Hear bell ringing,”’ lied Tatu, and departed in great haste Bill Hammond sat down on his berth to consider developments. So it was Mikkle- shirt he had worn so jauntily the evening before. Then it must have Mikklesen who came in the night to reclaim his property. Knowing himself closely pur- sued, he had not dared turn into his own cabin, once he reached the corridor, and for the same reason he had thrown the shirt overboard. But why all this fuss about a dress shirt? And how, Bill asked himself, was it connected with Jim Batchelor’s dollar, as he was sure now it must be. Well, detectives certainly earned their pay. Bill left the cabin and returned to the upper deck. The Francesca appeared to be deserted. He dropped into a chair that stood invit- ingly in a shady spot and began to consider his problem. Must get into that bag of Mikklesen’s. But how? Heavy footsteps sounded on the deck and O'Meara passed by. He did not speak or turn his head. Hé appeared worried Bill Hammond began to worry too. Was he wasting time on a false trail? O’ Meara, Julian Hill, Mrs. Keith—all possibilities Ought to be looking them up a bit too But no. For the present he would follow that shirt—see where it led. He'd get into Mikklesen’s bag. How would a regular detective go about it? Break open the lock perhaps? No, too crude. Find out where Mikklesen kept his keys? Much better Find out— how? (Continued on Page 60 Tatu helpir g Mr. No mort Otherwise trouble agreed I'm he’s asked me to Mik} much trouble.” <iesen, ning shirt.” ** However latu in ¢ f Tatu admitted ted the Ss got sen’s heen

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Dany car owners buy their first elly tires on the recommendation of a friend but they keep on buy- ing Kellys because they find it pays costs no more to buy a Kelly (Continued from Page 58) It was a rather drowsy afternoon, and a full twenty minutes passed before Bill had an idea. He rose at once to try it out. When he reached the door of the smoking room Mikklesen was just leaving. “Hello,” Bill said. “I’ve been thinking about that story of ours. We really need a few photographs to dress it up.” “Oh, no, old chap,” said Mikklesen hastily. ‘‘I shouldn’t care for that at all.’’ “T don’t mean pictures of you,’’ Bill ex- plained. ‘“‘Just some snapshots taken in the Orient. You surely have some of those.” Well, as a matter of fact, I have,”’ ad- mitted Mikklesen. “I'll give them to you later.”’ “But if you don’t mind”’ — Bill summoned his most winning smile—‘‘!’m at work on the story now.” For a moment Mikklesen stood regarding him. “Oh, very well,” he said, ‘come along.’ He led the way below and Bill followed close, determined to miss nothing now. When they reached the Englishman’s cabin Mikklesen took a bunch of keys from his pocket. Bill Hammond tried not to look too interested. “T keep my bag locked,”’ Mikklesen ex- plained. ‘“‘Things disappearing right and left, you know.” “Tt’s the only safe thing agreed. The Englishman bent over his bag. ‘Look there!”’ he cried. Bill looked. The lock on Mikklesen’s bag had been smashed to bits. ‘How beastly annoying!’"’ The English- man’s face was crimson with anger. “ This is too much, really itis. I understood I was to go on a cruise with gentlefolk, not with a band of thieves.”” He was hurriedly in- vestigating the contents of the bag. “Anything missing?”’ Bill asked. ‘There doesn't appear to be,”’ said Mik- klesen, cooling off a bit. ‘“‘But whether there is or not, I shall certainly complain to our host.”” He took out an envelope and glanced into it. ‘The photos, old chap. Pick out what you want and return me the rest, if you will.” “Surely,” Bill agreed. He waited hope- a “Tf you'd like me to stay here and keep an eye on things while you look up Mr. Batchelor Mikklesen stared at him. Did he im- agine it, or was that the ghost of a smile about the Englishman’s lips? ‘Thank you so much,” he said. ‘‘But I shall ask Mr. Batchelor to come to me here. I shan’t le ave my cabin agi 1in this after- noon — if you’re interested.” If you're interested! Now what did he mean by that? Did he know that Bill was onto him, or was it a shot in the dark? “Oh—er—of course said Bill lamely, and departed. Back in his own room, Bill tried to think things out. What did “if you’re interested”’ mean? And who had broken the lock on that bag? Evidently Mikklesen wasn’t the only shady character aboard. He took out a book and settled down in his berth to read, his ear attuned to even- tualities in the next cabin. Would Mikkle- sen keep his word and remain on guard by his mysterious shirt? An hour passed, and it began to appear that such was the Eng- lishman’s intention. It was, as has been noted, a drowsy after- noon. Bill dropped his book and lay back on the pillow. Ah, this was the life! No harsh call from his city editor or from Simon Porter sending him forth for a bit of leg work on the hard pavements. No feverish hurry to make the last edition. Nothing but the soft swish of water, the thump of the engines—sounds that sug- gested slumber. Bill accepted the sug- gestion. He was awakened some time later by a sharp knock on his door. Leaping up, he opened it. A servant stood outside. “Mr. Hammond, you're wanted above, to do,” Bill ir. Wanted! What now? Some new devel- opment in the matter of the dollar, no doubt. He hastily brushed his hair and went to the upper deck. At the top of the companionway he encountered Aunt Dora, looking extremely competent. “‘Ah, Mr. Hammond,” she said, “I hope I haven’t disturbed you. We've a table for bridge and we lack a fourth.” Trapped! Bill looked wildly to the right and left. “T—I thought it was something impor- tant,’ he stammered. “T beg your pardon?” February 23,1924 “TIT mean—you don’t want me. I’m a terrible player. You have reason to know.” “Practice makes perfect,’’ said Aunt Dora. “I'll be glad to give you a few pointers.” “It’s awfully good of you, but—I’m very busy and—my eyes aren’t in very good shape.” ad a your failing eyesight,’’ she answered, “last night when you trumped my ace of spades. However, we'll put the table in a strong light. Come along.” “‘I—I’ll be very happy to,” said Bill, surrendering. Aunt Dora didn’t care whether he was happy or not. She had him, He wasn’t her ideal bridge player, but he was all she could get. And as Bill followed her into the main saloon he prayed to see Sally there. But he didn’t. Julian Hill and Henry Frost sat glumly at a table, their manner that of captive slaves on Czsar’s a wheels. Aunt Dora sat down and the big game was on. It proved a long and painful session. At the close of each hand Aunt Dora halted the proceedings while she delved into the immediate past, poir out to one and all the error of their ways Bill got a lot of undesirable publicity out of these little talks. The dinner hour was not far away when Sally came in and released him. When they left the saloon Aunt Dora was going strong Mr. William Hammond, it seemed, had done something for which he should have been drawn and quartered. “She'll never forgive me,” got her signals mixed.’ “T’m afraid she’s rather times,”’ Sally smiled. “Well, she will insist on crossing her bridge after she’s got well over it. There are people like that.” “You were good to play, Bill,”’ Sally said “Yes, but I didn’t play so good, and I wasted a lot of time when I should have bee on sleuthing.” “Has anything happened?” she inquired “T should say it has. It was a big after- noon up to the moment I met your aunt.’ He told her of Simon’s message and the accident to Mikklesen’s bag *Thir gs are moving,’ he added “They seem to be,” she ““What are you going to do now **Ah—er—something very bright, you may be sure. I’m keen eyed and alert. My brain is ee on all twelve ‘Yes, but what are you going to do? “My dear, don’t be so literal. Can it be you don’t trust me?”’ “Oh, I know you’re simply Only sf ‘Never mind the only. We're on the verge of big things. Watch and wait! His manner was confident, but by the time he had reached his cabin his confi dence had begun to wane. He stood for a moment wondering just what his prepara tions for dinner were to be. No evening clothes tonight, that was certain. He would have to make some sort of apology to Jim Batchelor and let it go at that. At any rate, he had appeared properly clad the night before, and the other guests could draw their own conclusions regarding his appear ance tonight. He tried the door into the bath—locked of course, He rattled and called — there was no sound within. Have to go and open the door again. As he paused outside Mikkle sen’s cabin uetine told him not to knock. He entered very quietly. The cabin was empty and in semi- darkness. He moved farther into the room and his heart stood still. A white blur in the dusk— Mikklesen’s dress shirt! It was lying on the settee under the porthole, within easy reach. He put his hand down and touched it, and as he did so a faint sound in the bath startled him. He drew his hand back from the shirt, but in that brief second he had made an interesting discov- ery. Mikklesen appeared in the bathroom door. Good Lord!” he cried. ‘You gave me a shock! What are you doing here? Con found it all, is there no privacy aboard this yacht?” “I’m sorry,” said Bill. “‘I didn’t know you were in the bath, and I was coming through to unlock it. I thought you’d gone off and left it that way —it wouldn’t be the first time, you know.” “Well, I happen to be using it,” said Mikklesen testily, and the fact that half his face was lathered and he carried a razor seemed to bear him out. “In the future, I'll thank you to knock before entering my cabin.” said Bill. tiresome at admitted wonderful. Continued on Page 62

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Better an unmasking in Jim Batchelor’s presence than a scene with only two people in a half- dark cabin. “I beg your pardon,” he said. “Sorry I disturbed you.” “It’s rather upsetting,’’ complained Mikklesen. ‘‘ First my bag broken into, and then you popping up like a ghost.’’ He followed Bill to the door and shut it after him in a manner suggesting extreme annoy- ance. Out in the corridor, Bill gave himself up to a moment of unalloyed joy. It was al- most too good to be true. Too easy. A bright lad, this Mikklesen; but not too bright for young Mr. Hammond, the peer- less detective. For Bill knew where the dollar was now! He must have a word with Jim Batchelor before he staged his big scene. He tiptoed down the passage and knocked at the mil- lionaire’s door. Batchelor called an invita- tion to enter, and when he did so he was glad to find that Sally also was in the room. She was tying Batchelor’s dress tie, for she was a faithful daughter and didn’t like Tatu’s work as a valet. Her father broke from her ministrations at sight of Bill. “Something doing?’’ he inquired, with pathetic eagerness, “T’ll say there is,” mond cheerily. “You've got it?” “T’ve got it located —same thing.” “Not quite.” Batchelor’s happy look faded. ‘‘ However, where is it?”’ “That'll be revealed at the proper mo- ment,” Bill told him, ‘I just dropped in to lay my wires for a little scene after dinner tonight. Sally, I’m glad you’re here. After the coffee you’re to take your aunt and Mrs. Keith from the dining saloon and leave us men alone.” ‘“What—and miss the excitement? Not much!” ‘ Sally, you heard what Mr. Hammond Si aid, " reproved her father. “Obey.” “But, dad ‘Sally!’ “Oh, well, if you think Mr. Hammond knows best,’’ smiled Sally “I’m sure he does.” “I’m sorry, Sally,’”’ Bill said. ‘But the subsequent events will be such that I don’t think it the place for the so-called weaker sex. Mr. Batchelor, I want you to back me up from that point on. Anything I say and anything I propose to do.” “Of course. But you might give me a little hint 2 “) will, sir.” he handed over Simon Porter’s wireless message. ‘‘Read that, please.”’ Batchelor read. “Who's he talking about? Not — Mik- klesen !”’ “Yes, sir, Mikklesen.”’ “Good Lord! I never thought of him. What about his shirts?”’ “You wouldn’t believe if I told you, sir. I'll show you after dinner.” “Fine!”’ Batchelor’s spirits rose. ‘I'll be mighty glad to get this thing solved to- night. The captain's just told me there's something wrong with the engines, and we're circling back to Monterey.” He submitted while Sally put the finishing touch on his tie. ‘‘By the way, Mikklesen called me into his stateroom this afternoon and put up a terrible how! because his bag had been broken into. I was very sympa- thetic. I didn’t tell him the captain was replied Mr. Ham- | the guilty party.” “Oh, the captain broke that lock.” “Yes; pretty crude work. He swore he | could pick it open with a jackknife, but his hand slipped and he ended by smashing it. I didn’t approve of his going quite that far. “Did he find anything?” asked Bill. “Nothing. He went over the thing care- fully, toe—so he claims.” “He didn’t have the combination,” smiled Bill. ‘‘By the way, sir, I shan’t be able to dress for dinner tonight. I'll come as a plain-clothes man, if you don’t mind.” **Come in your pajamas if you want to,” said Batchelor. ‘Only get me that dollar.” “T’ll get it,”’ Bill assured him. As he left the cabin he smiled triumphantly at Sally and Sally smiied back. The conquering hero—that was how he felt. vil TENSE air hung about the dinner table that evening, as though all present knew that some important development in February 25,1924 the dollar chase was close at hand. Only one guest was entirely at ease— Mikklesen. He resumed his tale of far corners and strange adventures, and once more Bill Hammond had to admit that the boy was good. When the women had left the saloon a pointed silence fell. Jim Batchelor sat for a moment staring at the end of his cigar “‘Gentlemen,” he said, ‘“‘I know you'll pardon my mentioning again the matter of the missing dollar, for I’m sure you’re all as interested as I am to see the property re- covered. Mr. Hammond has been making an investigation, at my request, and | understand he has something to report.” They turned with inte rest to Mr. Ham- mond. Bill smiled cheerily about the circle “We've made severa! discoveries,” he began. ‘For instance, we know that the dollar was taken from Mr. Batchelor in th first place as a rather ill-advised joke,” Frost squirmed in his chair, but Bill mer tioned no names. He told how the unfor tunate jokester, on seeking to return the dollar to its owner, had found in the hiding place a greenback of equal value. He took the bank note from his pocket. ‘This is a brand-new note,” he said “‘and its serial number is 2B7654328B Some of you may have noticed that when you are paid money by a bank, and receive new bills, the serial numbers follow in per fect sequence.” He removed another bill from his pocket. ‘I have here,”’ he added “another new dollar note, and the serial number is 2B7654329B. Is it too much to suppose that the two notes came from the same pocket?” “Good work!” remarked Batchelor beaming. “Where'd you get that other one * ‘The second note,” Bill explained, “was given to Tatu, the valet, in return for some trifling service. It was given to him by one of you gentlemen he ‘re present.”” He paused. Noone spoke. “It was given him by Mr. Mikklesen,” Bill added. They all turned and looked at the Eng lishman. His nonchalance was admir: ible ‘That may be true,” he smiled may have given the Jap that note —I don't recall. What of it?” “Pretty flimsy, if you ask me,” said O’Meara. “I’m a lawyer and I want t tell you, young man i ‘Just a moment, Mr. O'Meara,” Bill smiled. ‘‘We don’t need a lawyer just yet I recognize that this evidence is rather in- conclusive. I mentioned it merely becaus it makes a good prelude to what will follow. The close relationship of these notes points to Mikklesen. Other things point to Mik klesen. I point to Mikklesen. I ask him to stand up and be sear hed that is, of course, if Mr. Batchelor has no objection.” Batchelor nodded **Go to it,”” he said heartily. “Fine!” Bill said. ‘‘Now, Mr. Mikkle sen, if you'll be so good Mikklesen flushed. ‘This is an insult,” he protested. ‘‘ Mr Batchelor, I appeal to you. The simplest laws of hospitality se “You've abused my hospitality, sir,’ said Batchelor. ‘“‘I know all about you Stand up!” Slowly the Englishman got to his fe “The coat and waistcoat, please,’ B Hammond ordered. ‘‘Thanks. Now the collar and the tie. I’ll help you, if you don’t mind.’ He rapidly unfastened the studs in Mikkle sen’s gle aming bosom. “Our friend here,”’ he explained, “has made a close stud) of his profe ssion. He has perfected the Mil klesen shirt, for which he was famous in the Orient. The bosom is unusually stiff; holds its shape well. And at the bottom on the left side, an extra strip of liner inakes a convenient pocket. You wouldn't notice it if the shirt were freshly laundered I didn’t’ —he smiled at Mikklesen— ‘but after prying it open you have a handy receptacle for carrying slender booty bank notes, or even a silver dollar. And the loot doesn’t show, particularly if you are built concavely, as is young Raffles here.”’ Bill removed from the bosom of the shirt a silver dollar and tossed it down be- fore Jim Batchelor. His heart was thump ing; this was his big hour. ‘ Your lucky piece, I believe, sir,’”’ he said. Batchelor’s eyes shone. **My boy, how can I ever thank you he began. With trembling hand he picked up the dollar. A hoarse cry of rage escaped him. He threw the dollar back onto the table cr got to his feet. ‘“‘ Damn it,’ * he cri ied, how long is this thing going to keep up?’ Continued on Page 64

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For 47 Years Manufacturers of Pioneer Suspenders Pioneer Belts Pioneer- Brighton Garters THE SATURDAY (Continued from Page 62) “‘Wha-what thing, sir?” asked Bill, triumph fading. “hat,” roared Batchelor, “‘is not my dollar! It was coined in the year 1899.” “Good Lord!” cried Bill; and glancing at Mikklesen, he saw on that gentleman’s face a look of undisguised surprise. The saloon was in an uproar, everybody talking at once. But above the clamor Batchelor’s voice rang out. He was facing Bill, and he was talking to Bill. “You a detective! You're a defective, that’s what ails you! You get my hopes way up, and then you you- you K “Well, I’m sorry, sir,” said poor Bill. He was a bit dazed. “Sorry! What kind of talk is that? Sorry! I could—I'd like to—I tell you this, you unearth any more dollars for me, and I'll skin you alive!’’ He turned to Mikklesen, who was tying his necktie as best he could without a mirror. ‘And you, sir! What have you to say? What expla- nation have you to offer? Honest men don’t go about with trick shirts. I know your reputation in the Orient. How came that dollar where it was?” “I'm afraid I’ve been done, sir,” said Mikklesen suavely, putting on his coat. “Done? How so?” “Under the circumstances, I can’t do better than tell you the truth. If you will pause to consider, there has been no real theft. In edch case, nothing but substitu- tion—one dollar for another. The value your lucky piece is purely sentimenta Remember that, if you will.” “Go on,” said Batchelor. “T went to your cabin last night to get that dollar. I'm a bit of a jokester myself. I heard Mr. Frost at the door and had just time to reach the closet. From there I watched him make the substitution. I fol- lowed him, and when he left his cabin to go to dinner, I slipped in. After locating your dollar, I made a little substitution of my own, I had your dollar last night, I had it this morning— right where our young friend here found this other one. I put the shirt with the dollar in it in my bag and securely fastened the lock. Mr. Hammond here will bear me out when I say that sometime in the early afternoon the lock of my bag was broken. That must have been when the dollars were exchanged.”’ “Nonsense!” answered Batchelor. ‘“ You mean to say you haven't made sure of that dollar since?” “I saw that there was still a dollar in the bosom of the shirt and naturally supposed it was the er -lucky piece.” Jim Batchelor slowly shook his head. “IT don’t get you,” he said. ‘ You're too deep for me. However, I know one thing you're not the sort of guest I care to have around. Something has happened to the engines and we're turning back to Monterey. In the morning you will greatly oblige me by taking your luggage and going ashore.”’ “Oh, naturally,” calmly agreed Mikkle- sen. “After you've been searched,"’ Batchelor added. ‘Shall we join the ladies?” As they left the dining saloon, Bill Ham- mond saw O’Meara seize Mikklesen’s arm and hold him back. The politician’s ruddy face was a study in various emotions, none pleasant. Intering the main saloon last, Bill en- countered Sally just inside the door, Her eyes were shining with excitement as she maneuvered him outside. “Oh, Bill, I felt dreadfully,’ she said. “*T mean, to miss your big scene of triumph.” **Ha-ha,”’ he remarked mirthlessly. “Why, what's the matter?” “Some triumph, Sally! A dud! A rasp- berry! As a detective I'm a great reporter.” And he told her what had happened. “What did father say?"’ she inquired when he had finished. “Ah,” he answered, heart of the matter. and if a look ever meant poison in the coffee, his look meant that to me. I tell you, Sally, it’s all over now. As far as father goes, I'm out.” “Don’t give up,”’ she urged. you any more clews? 4 We HI,’ * he replied slowly, “T knew it!” she cried. Bill?” “Oh, nothing much. But I happened to pick up that dollar we found on Mikklesen, and Jim Batchelor and Henry Frost emerged from the main saloon and came up. “Ah,” said Frost sarcastically, young detective.” his “you go right to the Father said plenty, “Haven't “a little one.” “What is it, “the EVENING POST “Don’t kid him, Henry,” “The boy’s got a future. more dollars than John “Mr. Batchelor, I certainly regret Bill began. “Never mind that. Where are we now? Things are more confused than ever.” “If you'll take a suggestion from me, Frost began, ‘how about your captain? He opened Mikklesen’s bag. Was he alone at the time?”’ “Nonsense!”’ . Batchelor “You’re wrong as usual, Henry.’ “Well, I don’t know. What’s all this about the engines, and turning back?” “Rot, I say! The captain’s been with me for more than ten years.’’ Batchelor shook his head. “I tell you, I’m up a tree. A lot of things I don’t understand. Very strange, for example, that Mikklesen should have made that confession. He could have denied everything and let it go at that.” “Dad,” said Sally, “Bill’s got another clew.”’ “T suppose so,” her father replied. “He certainly is a marvel for clews. I shouldn't be surprised if he conjured a dollar out of somebody’s ear next. But it won’t be my dollar, I’m sure of that.” “If you'll give me a chance, sir,” gested Bill. “Well, you’re a broken reed, but you’re all I’ve got to lean on. What is it now?” ““Mikklesen’s luggage was broken into about 2:30. He didn’t discover it until after three. The captain couldn’t have been in there more than ten or fifteen min- utes. What happened in the interval be- tween the time the captain went out and Mikklesen came in? “Tell me that and I'll say you’re good.” “TI can only surmise, sir. But that 1899 dollar we found on Mikklesen—I know who had it last.” “What? You do? “Yes. That's the dollar I gave Tatu this morning in exchange for the green- back he got from Mikklesen.” “Tatu! That’s an idea! Come into the smoking room and we'll have Tatu on the carpet.” The owner of the Francesca led the way, and Frost, Hammond and Sally followed. Tatu, summoned, appeared a bit lacking in his accustomed calm. He feared his em- ployer, and showed it. You've seen this dollar before, Tatu,” said Bill, holding it out. “I gave it to you this morning. What did you do with it after that?” Tatu stared at the silver dollar. “Give him back,”’ he said. “Back to whom?” ““Mr. Mikklesen.” “The truth, Tatu,”’ Batchelor demanded. “So help,”’ answered the Jap. “‘ Mr. Mik- klesen say I do not keep promise. That not true. Make me give dollar back, any- how.” That was Tatu’s story, and he stuck to it. After a few moments of further ques- tioning, Batchelor let him go. “Well, where does that get us?” the millionaire wanted to know. “The Jap’s lying,”’ declared Frost. “TI don’t think so,”’ Bill objected. ‘No, something tells me he speaks true. Mr. Batchelor, that big confession scene of Mik- klesen's was staged with a purpose.”’ “What purpose?” “T can’t say. But I've a hunch he’s still got your doll ar.” fhere?”’ ‘That's for me to find out, sir.”” Bill was again the man of action. “Sally, I wish you'd go in and lure Mikklesen into a bridge game, if you will, please. After that’s Sa or way, I'll act. “You sound good,” admitted Batchelor. “But then you always do. I wish I could be sure you’d get the right dollar this time.” “T'll get it, He’d said that before But this time he must make good However, he wasn’t so sure. When he saw the Englishman uncom- fortably settled as Aunt Dora’s partner in a game, he hurried below. Without hesita- tion he turned on the light in Mikklesen’s cabin and began to search. He did a thorough job under the carpet, in the closet, everywhere. But he found no dollar. Nothing at all of interest, in fact, save a little coil of flat wire which lay on the floor almost under the berth. It seemed of no importance, but he put it in his pocket- book. His heart was heavy as he turned out the light and started to leave via the bath. He had one foot in the bathroom and said Batchelor. He can dig up D. Rockefeller.” ” answered. sug- ” ” said Bill. His heart sank. with what result? he must! February 23,1924 the other in Mikklesen’s cabin when the door into the corridor opened. “Hello,” said a voice—O’ Meara’s softly. Bill fled. He silently took the key out of the door leading from the bath into his room, and, safe in his cabin, fastened the lock from that side. He laid his hand gently on the knob of the door and waited. Footsteps sounded faintly in the bath, and then the knob began to turn slowly in his hand. He let it turn. A gentle shake of the knob, and then the footsteps receded. As soon as he dared, Bill unlocked the door and opened it an inch or two. He made out the occasional glimmer of a flashlight in Mikklesen’s cabin. For a time O’Meara searched industri- ously. Suddenly the flash went dark. Someone else had entered Mikklesen’s cabin. Who? In a moment the politician enlightened him. “Mrs. Keith!” ““Mr. O’Meara!” answer. “What can I do for you?” O’Meara in- quired sarcastically. ‘Is this your cabin, Mr. O’ Meara?”’ she asked, equally sarcastic. “Tt is not.’ “Then what are you doing here?” “Just what you’re doing. Looking for that dollar.” t “Why, Mr. O’Meara si “Come across. I made you early in the game. See here, our interests are the same. Let’s work together.” “T don’t know what you mean.” “Oh, yes, you do. You're here to get that lucky piece for the Blakes; and I well, I represent other interests; interests that want to keep Jim Batchelor out of the primaries. Let me have that dollar until next Wednesday at six P.M. and you can have it after that.” “But I haven’t got it, Mr. O’ Meara.” “I know you haven't. I mean, in case we can get hold of it.” “You think it’s in this room?”’ “T think Mikklesen’s got it somewhere. You know, I had my deal all fixed with him. I caught him last night throwing a shirt overboard, and after a little talk he admitted he had the lucky piece and agreed to deliver it to me in Monterey for twelve hundre d cash.” “T thought of making him an offer my- self,”’ said the woman. “I knew his talents of old, and I was sure he had it.’ “Tt’s just as well you didn’t. This morn- ing, when Batchelor offered that whale of a reward, the dirty crook began to hedge. He’d have double-crossed me then and there, only I threatened to have him framed before he could get out of the state. He knew I could do it, so he held off.” “Then that performance tonight was all staged?” “It sure was,”’ O’Meara said. “I could see it in his eye. It was all for my benefit. I wouldn’t be surprised if he led that young fool of a Hammond right into it. He wanted me to think he’d lost the dollar. Probably he’s figuring on getting ashore with it, and then sending it to Batchelor by a messen- ger. But only over my dead body. Let's get busy.” “Where Mrs. Keith. “Into a bath. There’s a door into an- other cabin, but it’s locked.” And it was, for Bill Hammond took the hint just in time. He went to the upper deck and left them to their search, con- fident that it would have no results. The bridge game was just breaking up, with the enthusiastic codperation of every- one save Aunt Dora. Bill took Sally aside in a corner of the saloon, but before he could say anything her father joined them. “Anything doing?” he inquired. Bill told taem of the conversation in Mikklesen’s cabin. Jim Batchelor was in- dignant. ‘Fine business!’ and the woman too! very he said in a low voice. came the woman’s 4 does this door lead?” asked ’ he said. ‘O’Meara, I knew blamed well I couldn't trust anybody on this boat. Well, they'll go ashore, bag and baggage, with Mikklesen in the morning. But not until I've been over all three of them personally.” “Father!” “Yes, I mean it. where are we now? the dollar, you think? ry Well, Hammond, Mikklesen’s still got But where’s he got “Well ’ began Bill. “You've got a clew, of course,” Batchelor. “Not one,” Bill answered sadly. (Continued on Page 66) said

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We pay all parcel post charges Write for this FREE Style Book Write today for our free Style Book of Buckhect ouldeor shoes for men and women. 11 shows which shoes are best for cach bind of sport or work, You are bound to be pleased if you selec 4 your outdow shoe from thes Style Hook Mail Coupon Today—— BUCKINGHAM & HECHT, 9 First St., San Francisco, Calif Please send me a copy of your | free Style Book Name Address | good newspaper man, my bo. EASTERN RETAILERS WANTED | like to ask THE SATURDAY (Continued from Page 64) “What?” Batchelor stood up, ‘ Well, if you’ve run out of clews, then the skies are dark indeed, Something tells me I'll never see my dollar again. You may be a , but as a de- tective—well—oh, what’s the use? I’m going to bed. Good night.” Sally and Bill followed him outside. In a shadowy spot on the deck they paused, “Oh, Bill, what are we going to do now?” the girl sighed. “Well, I have one—one little clew. But it’s so silly I didn’t have the nerve to tell him about it, Just a little coil of wire I found in Mikklesen’s cabin.” “What would that mean, Bill?” “T don’t know. But I’m going to think tonight as I never thought before. I can’t lose you, Sally. I won’t—that’s all.” “Not if I have Bye yea to say about it, Bill, you won't,” answered, and the wisdom of stopping in a shadow became at once apparent. In his berth Bill settled down to do the promised thinking. He began to go over in his mind, carefully, every point in the equipment of a man like Mikklesen. But somewhere in the neighborhood of the mili- tary brushes he fell asleep. vir HERE is a subconscious self that never sleeps, but applies itself to any problem in hand, Which probably explains why Bill awoke the next morning with the hunch of his life. It was very late; and struck by an unaccustomed quiet, he looked out the porthole. The little town of Monterey and the green forest of Del Monte met his gaze, and he knew the Francesca had reached port. The bathroom door was unlocked, and the door leading into Mikklesen’s cabin stood open. There was no trace of the Englishman, nor of his many pieces of lug- age. Alarmed, Bill rang hot Tatu; but rom the Jap he learned that no one had yet gone ashore. “Hurry,” Bill ordered, “and tell Mr. Batchelor | not to land anyone until he hears from me.”” And he prepared himself for a busy morning, Jim Batchelor arrived just as Bill was tying his necktie. “Any news?” inquired the young man. “Not a glimmer,” answered Batchelor. He sat down on the berth, his gloomy face in striking contrast to the sunny morning. “The second officer was in Mikklesen’s cabin while he dressed, and examined everything he put on. We've been through his luggage again too, But there was nothing doing. Either he hasn’t got that dollar or he’s too smart for us.”’ “Where is he now?” Bill asked. “He's on deck, waiting to go ashore. The launch is ready, O’Meara and Mrs. Keith are there too.” “Did you search them?” “Well, no. There are limits. Besides, I’m sure they’re just as much in the dark as Iam. Both of them came to me this morn- ing and said both wanted to leave the cruise here, so I simply told them to go. There seeméd no occasion for a row.” “You were quite right, sir,’’ Bill agreed. “You—you sent me word not to let anybody land until you came up,” said Batchelor. “T did,” Bill smiled. “‘Are you—are you on a new trail?” “T think so.” *“My boy! No, no, I mustn't let you get my hopes up again.” “You're very wise, sir,”’ Bill admitted. an" isn’t much—a fighting chance, that’s all, “Well, let’s fight it,” said Batchelor as they left the cabin. “I tell you again, you get that dollar back and there'll be nothing too good for you.” “Careful!” said Bill under his breath, and they went on deck Sally joined them, as lovely as the Cali- fornia morning, but with a worried look in her eyes. Bin smiled his reassurance. They moved along the deck and came upon Mikklesen, O’Meara and Mrs. Keith sit- ting amid their luggage. “We're losing some of our guests, Batchelor. “*So I see,’’ Bill answered. ‘‘I'd steeled myself to part with Mikklesen, but these others— I’m awfully sorry O'Meara glared at him. said Henry Frost, | alert for news, came up. “Mr. Batchelor,”’ Bill went on, “before Mikklesen goes out of our lives forever, I'd im one question.” EVENING POST “Certainly. Go to it.” “Mr. Mikklesen” —the Englishman stood up, and he and Bill faced each other “Mr. Mikklesen,”’ Bill repeated, “what time is it?” The Englishman’s e es narrowed. “T don’t understand. “The time—by that watch of yours. I've seen you consult it before. Why not now?” “My dear fellow” — Mikklesen was quite at ease—‘‘it’s a frightfully old thing, really. Belonged to my grandfather. Something has happened to it. It’s not running.” “Not running? That’s too bad.” Bill held out his hand. “Let me have a look at it. I might be able to fix it.” Mikklesen’s eyes turned quickly to right and left. He appeared to be measuring the distance between the Francesca and the shore. “Come on,” said Bill. out. Hand it over.” “Why not?” said Mikklesen. He took from his pocket a large ancient timepiece and unfastened it from the chain. He was smiling. Bill’s heart sank—was he wrong, after all? His strong fingers closed eagerly on Mik- klesen’s watch. Anxiously he opened the back, The thing was packed with tissue paper. He lifted out the paper—and smiled, for underneath lay a silver dollar. “T hope it’s the right one this time,” he said, and handed it to Batchelor. “By the Lord Harry!” cried Batchelor. “My lucky piece! The first dollar I ever earned. Little secret mark and all. My ~ my boy, I take back all I said.” 3ill glanced at Sally, her eyes were shining. He handed the wateh case back to Mikkle- sen. **When you took out the works,” he said, “you shouldn't have let the mainspring get away from you. Lively little things, main- springs. E usive, what?’ “T fancy so.’ Mikklesen, still smiling, still nonchalant, restored the watch to his pocket. ‘“‘Mr. Batchelor, I'll toddle along. here’s been no actual theft.” “Who says there hasn’t?”’ O'Meara, purple with rage, was on his feet. ‘‘Batchelor, you turn this crook over to me. I'll put him behind the bars, where he belongs.” Jim Batchelor shook his head. “Your passion for justice is splendid, O'Meara,” he said, “‘but I prefer it other- wise. Public ity never did appeal to me. Mr. Mikklesen, I congratulate you. You must have been a wonder at hide and seek when you were a kid. You may as well go along.” “Thanks, awfully,” said Mikklesen. ‘‘It’s been a frightfully jolly cruise, and all that.” He glanced O'Meara, and his smile faded. “I’m onthe to ask one last favor, if I may.” “Well, you've got your nerve, said, ‘‘What is it?” “Will you be so good as to send me ashore alone, and let the launch return for—-these others?”’ The owner of the Francesca was in high good humor. He laughed. “Of course I will,” he replied. “I can’t -~ I blame you either. It isn’t always safe for birds of a feather to flock together. Get into the launch, And you, O’Meara”’ he put himself in the angry politician's path—‘“‘you stay where you are.’ Mikklesen indicated his luggage to a sailor and hastily descended the ladder. The launch putt-putted away. O’Mear:. moved to the rail and shook a heavy fist. “T’ll get you,”’ he cried, “you low-down crook!” ; Mikklesen stood in the sfern of the launch and waved a jaunty farewell. He was off in search of new fields and better uck. “Oh, Mr. Batchelor,” purred Mrs. Keith, “it’s a woman’s privil to change her mind, you know. If you have no objection I'll stay with the party.” “Oh, no, you won't!” said Batchelor. “T've got my dollar back and I intend to hang on to it.” Thy, what do you mean?” she said, staring at him with wide, innocent eyes. “I’m on to you—and O’Meara too. I’m sorry you've forced me to say it. Go back to your friends the Blakes, Mrs. Keith, and tell them they’ve got me to lick on that China contract—if they can. As for you, O’Meara, my name will be entered in the primaries next week. And I’m glad to know where you stand.” “What’s it all about?” quired blandly. “There’s no way Batchelor O’Meara in- February 25,1924 “You know very well what it’s about. The second officer has some errands in the town, but he’ll be back with the launch in an hour or so. When he comes I'll ask you both to leave the Francesca.” Batchelor turned and his eye lighted on Bill Ham- mond. Smiling, he put his arm about Bill’s shoulder. ‘Some detective, if you ask me. Come into the saloon, son. There’s a little matter of business between us. Henry, you're in on this. Got your check book?” “T’ve got it,” said Frost, and he and Sally followed the pair into the main sa- loon. “Two thousand from Bate helor reminded him. “T know it.” Mr. Frost reluctantly sat down at a desk and prepared to write. “Wait a minute,” Bill interposed. “I don’t want any money, Mr. Frost.” “What do you want?” asked Frost. “A better job.” ** And he deserves it too,’ said Batchelor. “Well,”’ began Frost, whose first instinct was always to hedge, ‘‘I don’t like to inter- fere at the office ”’ Still, his expression seemed to say two thousand is two thou- sand. “The Sunday editor quit last week,” Bill went on. ‘‘A word from you and the job’s mine. It pays a hundred, I believe.” Frost stood up. “All right,” he agreed. ‘‘ We'll consider the matter settled.’”’ He patted his check book lovingly and departed. “Now that was sensible,” Batchelor. ‘A job—a chance good. Better than money.” “It looks better to me,’”’ smiled Bill. “You see, I’m thinking of getting married.” Batchelor got up and seized his hand. “Fine! Fine!” he cried. ‘‘My boy, I wish you all the luck in the world.” “Then you approve of it?”’ “The best thing that could happen to any young man. A balance wheel—an incentive. “That’s the heartily. “And it does you credit.’’ Batchelor sat at the desk. ‘ My little chec k will come in the way of a wedding present.’’ He stopped. “T hope you’re getting the right sort of girl?” “I’m sure of that, sir.’’ “Of course you feel that way. But these modern girls—not the kind I used to know. Flighty, extravagant—they don’t know the value of a dollar.” “This one,” said Bill, “‘knows the of one dollar. At least, she ought to. ““What’s that?” cried Batchelor. “Put away your check book, sir,” Bill. ‘It isn’t your money I want.” Batchelor threw down his pen. ‘“I—I didn’t dream—Sally, what about this?” She came and sat on his knee. “Dad, you’ve never refused me any- thing yet. You're not going to haggle over a little thing like Bill.’’ “But—but I don’t—this young man why, he hasn’t anything!” “What did you have when you were married?” she asked. “T had my brains and a strong right arm.” “So has Bill,’”’ she told him. He turned slowly and looked at Bill. “T’m thinking of you too,”’ he said. “I like you, my boy—I won't deny it. But this—this—could you get away with it? A girl like Sally —it isn’t so much the initial expense— it’s the upkeep. Could you man- age it?” “With your permission,” like to try.” Batchelor kissed his daughter and stood you, Henry,” beamed Jim to make way I feel, sir,’’ said Bill value said said Bill, “I'd up. “You'll have to give me time on this,” he said. “All so sudden. I’ll think it over.” “Yes, sir,”” Bill answered. ‘And in the meantime i “In the meantime ” Batchelor stopped at the door. He looked at Bill Hammond longand wistfully. “‘ Youknow,”’ he said, “I’d give a million dollars to be where you are now.”” And he went out. “Poor dad,”’ said Sally. “Isn’t he a dar- ling?” “It runs in your family,” Bill told her. I’ ve noticed that.’ “Bill, you'll always love me, won’t you? “Love you—and keep you close,”’ said Bill. ‘‘In the big moments of my life you’ll give me courage to go on. The first wife I ever earned.” “Bill, be careful!’’ she said. ‘ might come in.” 9 ‘Somebody (THE END)

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if Ml ¢ KNOW HELEN is slipping away from me,” she said, ‘‘we seem almost to live in different worlds. I know she disapproves of my furniture, and that my wallpaper grieves her soul. Even in the kitchen she pities her poor, old-fashioned mother who cannot tell a vitamine from a calory. “I’m not up on the welfare work she’s so interested in and when they’re discussing county politics around the dinner table, I don’t know enough to venture an opinion. And the last shreds of my influence vanished when I had to admit one day that I could not even name our Congressman. ‘My in- fluence!’—she’d as soon take advice from Rajah, the cat. “T suppose it’s mostly my fault. Maybe I am getting out of date. But all day I’m busy with housework, and evenings I’m tired. I'd like to catch up—but I never seem able to find the time. “IT guess she’s what you call the ‘New Woman’ and I’m sure I’m what she’d call an ‘Old Woman’—though I’m not so old in years. I don’t care for the books she reads or the plays she goes to. Even the phonograph only seems to show how far apart we are—I’m fond of ‘Carry Me Back to Old Vir- ginny’ and ‘Old Black Joe’ and she plays them to humor me; but when she really wants to enjoy herself she puts on some- thing with French words, written by a Russian composer and ‘sung by an Italian tenor. I’m even afraid to refer to them for fear I'll mispronounce their names. And then if. ddl something I call it a “PFetty Diccéementon* nificent aria’ es» fox trot musi NED OAT-IRO ' the answers o ale EST FL 1 ironed set | she calls it a ‘mag- ‘or gree PR I A lo — rarer’ ‘ e years back. / ours them- laundry servi’ in| acne apparel ironed n trying to waltz to ’ on who lost aber 8 etal esa jroned. Wearing per cent .*. : : because those have you seen — ont \ they were eth sates of raimsolt wae red 99.90 stions of today with a wo u nan " erythine fs ome ew ill . ‘ aren’t answers How oe" routine of ap ughts of a ee ter and mil Med, readytouse A and house dre up Freudian complexes res in t 1e tho ir am peautiful s ery ve e a litthe Louchine re 7 r . all to her, she s Complete stranger M vagsed them DY ; the or put away—2 OPT oy require © Os igen at hor ificial complexions, , " com orld nas pas y- complete in ev" _ k : — " awa ce ‘ *RVIC “s0r¢ " . doesn’t care for them? Thew nly to grow a ympanion MESTIC THRIF-T-SERY nd cigarettes and opinion on anyt have grown UP ' ne to remain we \dren. And He evenabie medi¥™ — 5 evehing caretully wae »bbed hair and ail ’ . i . til cnc A most acce verytbing 1 ppc nag inne The , I'd like to give i They need time i the “pal” of the Irdoesmore priced service: fg folded. 904 Tm hanges of aa rest of the things . . rd anc y offers. w astefully iron nar © terisremoved . : h husb¢ il } \; aundr \ ings ne t she modera xcoss WS ly the benefit of m: of the vctly what the™ ¢ clothes—it or ily live pecause of the mT arch is Ce ironed and carell t go with the jazz . " Timeisex* ror c pally : is service ies, how: =| yther work is Fest experience —afte ene mere W eno ea sn which to real) “a any laundries, Bm tle. May for starching e are beyond me. than wit new ic it Sé tarch wearing ® ad dan ° ° all, 1 do know so hours, new days, - only 4 time saver” 00,000 et » additonal cost wet WASH right just as well ° ‘ 10t ¢ 1an “> . nal \ - ° things that she hi The Jaundry is I ie, And more oo high qui ality ROU H DRY Everything washe® ' ' ivself to running f c , cle nd thorowe ¢ . yet found out—bi fatigue « and rag reliability pag a service Everythi Te velll a i a . boarding house : : fe ; test y home 15 y womal nit un ed dr et Rta . 00 >¢ id-Vi omen very ever el , f ‘her i poor, dear mid + oe wal Toe be Y gincome; for ry elimin assed. Fat wot ro and letting mother—what doe ’ sted to its ‘needs . largely oF agus ping can seatlY wey dl thought of any su an be ee ae a aa = esemia . . she know about th washday x oe saved from pert ot needin lighter Pi rch and bang companionship 4 ours »* 1e-ma the ironing» at home is world of today? And these, snvested in hon Gale”—and you \eft to CINC |NNATI t of my mind.” more wisely has “Hours for. 08 rf utive Office , rw KExecuti The jaundry ® NERY Ch yMPANY, e them. _ MACH I , can hav AUNDRY ! AN L! THE AME RIC and you Cul » have them THE SATURDAY EVENING POST he Woman whose Children Grew Away Send it 67 to the aundry ;

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“Looks a bit of a Gawd-help-us,” said William critically. “He is going to walk round with you.” It was impossible for a man of William Bates’ temperament to start, but his face took on a look of faint concern. “Walk round with us?” ‘So Jane said.’ “But look here,”’ said William, “I can’t possibly seize her and clasp her in my arms and do all that hot-breath stuff with this pie-faced exhibit hanging round on the outskirts.” “No, I fear not.” “Postpone it, then, what?” said William with unmistakable relief. “‘ Well, as a mat- ter of fact, it’s probably a good thing. There was a most extraordinarily fine steak-and-kidney pudding at lunch, and, between ourselves, I’m not feeling what you might call keyed up to anything in the nature of a romantic scene. Some other time, eh?” I looked at Jane and the Spelvin youth, and a nameless apprehension swept over me. There was something in their attitude which I found alarming. I was just about to whisper a warning to William not to treat this new arrival too lightly, when Jane caught sight of him and called him over, and a moment later they set out on their round. I walked away pensively. This Spelvin’s advent, coming immediately on top of that book of desert love, was undeniably sin- ister. My heart sank for William, and I waited at the clubhouse to have a word with him after his match. He came in two hours later, flushed and jubilant. “Played the game of my life,” he said. “We didn’t hole out all the putts; but making allowance for everything, you can chalk me up an eighty-three. Not so bad, eh? You know the eighth hole? Well, | was a bit short with my drive and found my ball lying badly for the brassy, so took my driving iron and with a nice easy swing let the pill have it so square ‘ly on the seat of the pants that it flew “Where is Jane?” I interrupted. ‘Jane? Oh, the bloke Spelvin has taken her home.” ‘Beware of him, William,” I whispered tensely. ‘‘Have a care, young Bates! If you don’t look out you’ll have him stealing Jane from you. Don’t laugh! Remember that I saw them together before you ar- rived. She was gazing into his eyes as a desert maiden might gaze into the eyes of a sheik. You don’t seem to realize, wretched William Bates, that Jane is an extremely romantic girl. A fascinating stranger like this, coming suddenly into her life, may well snatch her away from you before you know where you are.” “That’s all right,’ said William lightly. “T don’t mind admitting that the same idea occurred to me. But I made judicious in- quiries on the way round and found out that the fellow’s a poet. You don’t seri- ously expect me to believe that there’s any chance of Jane falling in love with a poet?” He spoke incredulously, for there were three things in the world that he held in the smallest esteem-—-slugs, poets and caddies with hiccups. “T think it extremely possible, probable,” I replied. “Nonsense!” said William. ‘And be- sides, the man doesn’t play golf. Never had a club in his hand and says he never wants to. That’s the sort of fellow he is.” At this, I confess, I did experience a dis tinct feeling of relief. I could imagine Jane Packard, stimulated by exotic literature, committing many follies; but I was com- pelled to own that I could not conceive of her giving her heart to one who not only did not play golf but had no desire to play it. Such a man, to a girl of her fine nature and correct upbringing, would be beyond the pale. I walked home with William in a calm and happy frame of mind. was to learn but one short week later that woman is the unfathomable, incalcu- lable mystery, the problem we men can never hope to solve. if not The week that followed was one of much festivity in our village. There were dances, picnics, bathing parties and all the other adjuncts of high summer. In these William Bates played but a minbdr part. Dancing was not one of his gifts. He swung, if called upon, an amiable shoe; but the disposition in the neighborhood was to refrain from Continued from Page 9 calling upon him, for he had an incurable habit of coming down with his full weight upon his partner’s toes, and many a fair girl had had to lie up for a couple of days after collaborating with him in a fox trot. Picnics, again, bored him, and he always preferred a round on the links to the merri est bathing party. The consequence was that he kept practically aloof from the revels, and all through the week Jane Pack- ard was squired by Rodney Spelvin. With Spelvin she swayed over the waxed floor; with Spelvin she dived and swam; and it was Spelvin who with zealous hand brushed ants off her mayonnaise and squashed wasps with a chivalrous teaspoon. The end was inevitable. Apart from anything else, the moon was at its full and many of these picnics were held at night. And you know what that means. It was about ten days later that William Bates came to me in my little garden with an expression on his face like a man who didn’t know it was loaded. “T say,” said William, ‘you busy?” I emptied the remainder of the water can on the lobelias and was at his disposal. “‘T say,”’ said William, ‘‘rather a rotten thing has happe ned. You know Jane?” said I knew Jane. “You know Spelvin? I said I knew Spelvin. “Well, Jane’s gone and got engaged to him,” said Ww illiam, aggrie ved “What? “Tt’s a fact ‘Already?’ “5 Absolutely! ! She told me this morning And what I want to know,” said the stricken boy, sitting down, thoroughly unnerved, ” a basket of strawberries, ‘is, where do I get off?” My heart bled for him, but I could not help reminding him that I had anticipated this. “You should not have left them so much alone together,”’ I said. ‘‘ You must have known that there is nothing more condu cive to love than the moon in June. Why, songs have been written about it! In fact I cannot at the moment recall a song that has not been written about it.” “Yes, but how was I to guess that any thing like this would happen?” cried Wil liam, rising and scraping strawberries off his person. ‘‘Who would ever have sup- posed Jane Packard would leap off the dock with a fellow who doesn’t play golf?” “Certainly, as you say, it seems almost incredible. You are sure you heard her cor rectly? When she told you about the en gagement, I mean. There was no chance that you could have misunderstood?” “Not a bit of it. As a matter of fact, what led up to the thing, if you know what I mean, was me proposing to her myself I’d been thinking a lot during the last ten days over what you said to me about that, and the more I thought of it the more of a sound egg the notion seemed. So I got her aione up at the clubhouse and said ‘I say, old girl, what about it?’ and she said ‘ What about what?’ and I said ‘What about marrying me? Don’t if you don’t want to, of course,’ I said, ‘but I’m bound to say it looks pretty good to me.’ And then she said she loved another—this bloke Spelvin, to wit. A nasty jar, I can tell you it -~ I was just starting off on a round and i made me hook my putts on every green ‘But did she say specifically that she was engage od to Spelvin?”’ ‘She said she loved him.”’ “There may be hope. if she is not irrey ocably engaged the fancy may pass. I think I will go and see Jane and make tact ful inquiries.” ‘I wish you would, I say, you haven’t any 9 ” said William. “And, stuff that'll take strawberry juice off a fellow’s trousers have you?” My interview with Jane that evening served only to confirm the bad news. Yes, she was definitely engaged to the man Spel vin. In a burst of girlish confidence she told me some of the details of the affair ‘The moon was shining and a soft breeze played in the trees,”’ she said. *‘And sud denly he took me in his arms, gazed deep into my eyes and cried, ‘I love you! I wor ship you! I adore you! You are the tree on which the fruit of my life hangs; my mate; my woman; predestined to me since the first star shone up in yonder sky!’”’ “Nothing,” I agreed, “could be fairer than that. And then?” I said, thinking how different it all must have been from THE SATURDAY EVENING POST RODNEY FAILS TO QUALIFY William Bates’ miserable, limping proposal. “Then we fixed it up that we would get married in September.” “You are sure you are doing wisely? I ventured. Her eyes opened. ‘*Why do you say that?” “Well, you know, whatever his other merits —and no doubt they are numerous Rodney Spelvin does not play golf.’ **No, but he’s very broad-minded about ” > it I shuddered. lightly. “ Broad-minded?”’ “Yes; he has no objection to me going on playing. He says he likes my pretty enthusiasms.’ There seemed nothing more to say on that subject. “Well,” I said, “I am sure I wish you every happiness. I had hoped, of course but never mind that.’ Fo hat? ‘I had hoped, as you insist on my Say ing , that you and William Bates me shadow passed over her face grew sad. “Poor William! I’m awfully sorry about that. He’s a dear.” ‘“*A splendid fellow,” I agreed. “He has been so wonderful about the whole thing. So many men would have gone off and shot grizzly bears or some thing. But William just said ‘Right-ho!’ in a quiet voice, and he’s going to caddie for me at Mossy Heath next week.” “There is good stuff in the boy.” “Yes,”” she sighed. “If it wasn’t for Rodney Oh, well 4 I thought it would be the subject. “So you have decided to go to Mo Heath again?” ‘Yes; and I’m really going to qualify this year.” The annual Invitation Tournament at Mossy Heath was one of the most impor tant fixtures of our local female golfing year. As is usual with these affairs, it began with a medal-play qualifying round, the thirty-two players with the lowest net scores then proceeding to fight it out during the remainder of the week by match play It gratified me to hear Jane speak so conti dently of her chances, for this was the fourth year she had entered, and each time, though she had started out with the bright est prospects, she had failed to survive the qualifying round. Like so many golfers, she was 50 per cent better at match play than at medal play. Mossy Heath, being a championship course, is full of nasty pit falls, and on each of the three occasions on which she had tackled it one very bad hole had undone all her steady work on the other seventeen and ruined her card. 1 was delighted to find her so undismayed by failure. ‘Il am sure you will,” I said your usual careful game.” “it doesn’t matter what sort of a game I play this time,” said Jane jubilantly “‘T’ve just heard that there are only thirty two entries this year, so that everybody who finishes is bound to qualify. I have simply got to get round somehow, and there | am.” “It would seem somewhat in these circumstances to play round at all.” “Oh, but they must. You see, there aré prizes for the best three scores, so they have to play it. But isn’t it a relief to know that even if I come to grief on that beastly sey enth, as I did jast year, I shall still be al right?” “It is, indeed. I have a feeling that once it becomes a matter of match play you will be irresistibie.”’ “Ido hope so. It would be lovely to v with Rodney looking on.” “Will he be looking on? “Yes; he’s going to walk round with me isn’t it sweet of him?” Her fiancé’s name having slid into the conversation again, she seemed inclined to become eloquent about him. I left her, however, before she could begin strongly pro-William as myself, eulogistic prattle about Rodney Spelvin was repug Women say these things so Her eyes tactful to change “Just play supe rfluou a qualifying mm lo one so nant. I disapproved entirely of this infatu- ation of hers. 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Professor Andeyson’s Invention Quaker Puffed Wheat and Puffed Rice are the famed inventions of Professor Ander foods shot from guns—grain foods thoroughly cooked. son Quaker Puffed Wheat Quaker Puffed Rice | round. | to sweet and genial thoughts, | soft music began to bother her. | ming an old French love song. | could have | scented garden under the young May moon, | but on the green of the fourth at Mossy | Heath it, got right in amongst her nerve centers. | th? | Spelvin indulgently. | you mean, but if it makes you happy to | putt, putt to your heart’s content.” EVENING POST winners of the Ladies’ Invitation Tourna- ment at Mossy Heath. The greens committee, as greens com- mittees are so apt to do in order to justify their existence, have altered the Mossy Heath course considerably since the time of which I am speaking, but they have left the three most poisonous holes untouched. I refer to the fourth, the seventh and the fifteenth. Even a soulless greens committee seems to have realized that golfers, long- suffering though they are, can be pushed too far and that the addition of even a sin- gle extra trap to any of these dreadful places would probably lead to armed riots in the clubhouse. Jane Packard had done well on the first three holes, but as she stood on the fourth tee she was conscious, despite the fact that this seemed to be one of her good days, of a certain nervousness; and oddly enough, great as was her love for Rodney Spelvin, it was not his presence that gave her cour- age, but the sight of William Bates’ large, friendly face and the sound of his pleasant voice urging her to keep her bean down and refrain from pressing. As a matter of fact, to be perfectly truth- ful, there was beginning already to germi- | nate within her by this time a faint but definite regret that Rodney Spelvin had de- cided to accompany her on this qualifying It was sweet of him to bother to come, ne doubt; but still there was some- thing about Rodney that did not seem to blend with the holy atmosphere of a cham- pionship course. He was the one romance of her life and their souls were bound to- gether for all eternity; but the fact re- mained that he did not appear to be able to | keep still while she was making her shots, | and his light humming, musical though it was, militated against accuracy on the green. He was humming now as she ad- dressed her ball, and for an instant a spasm of irritation shot through her. She fought it down bravely and concentrated on her drive, and when the ball soared over the cross bunker she forgot her annoyance. There is nothing so mellowing, so conducive as a real juicy one straight down the middle, and | this was a pipterino. “Nice work,” provingly. Jane gave him a grateful smile and turned to Rodney. It was his appreciation that she wanted. He was not a golfer, but even he must be able to see that her drive had been something out of the common. Rodney Spelvin was standing with his back turned, gazing out over the rolling prospect, one hand shading his eyes. “That vista there,”’ said Rodney, “that calm, wooded hollow bathed in the golden sunshine. It re eminds me of the island val ley, of Avilion “Did you see my drive, Rodney where falls not rain nor hail nor any snow, nor ever wind blows loudly. . . . said William Bates ap- ” | Eh? Your drive? No, I didn’t.” Again Jane Packard was aware of that faint, wistful regret. But this was swept away a few moments later in the ecstasy of a perfect iron shot which plunked her ball nicely onto the green. The last time she had played this hole she had taken seven, for all round the plateau green are sinister | sand traps, each beckoning the ball into its | hideous depths; and now she was on in two and life was very sweet. Putting was her strong point, so that there was no reason why she should not get a snappy four on one of the nastiest holes on the course. She glowed with a strange emotion as she took her putter, and as she bent over her ball the air seemed filled with soft music. It was only when she started to con- centrate on the line of her putt that this Then, lis- tening, she became aware that it pro- ceeded from Rodney Spelvin He was standing immediately behind her, hum- i It was the sort of old French love song to which she listened for hours in some “Rodney, please!” Jane alia herself wishing that Rodney Spelvin would not say “Eh?” whenever she spoke to him. “Do you mind not humming?” Jane. “I want to putt.” “Putt on, child, putt on,” said Rodney “*T don’t know what said February 25,1924 Jane bent over her ball again. She had got the line now. She brought back her putter with infinite care. “My God!” exclaimed Rodney Spelvin, going off like a bomb. Jane’s ball, sharply jabbed, shot past the hole and rolled on about three yards. She spun round in anguish. Solio Spelvin was pointing at the horizon. “What a bit of color!’ he cried. you ever see suc h a bit of color?” “Oh, Rodney!’ ’ moaned Jane. “Eh? “Did Jane gulped and walked to her ball. Her fourth putt trickled into the tin. “Did you win?” said Rodney Spelvin amiably. Jane walked to the fifth tee in silence. The fifth and sixth holes at Mossy Heath are long, but they offer little trouble to those who are able to keep straight. It is as if the architect of the course had relaxed over these two in order to insure that his malignant mind should be at its freshest and keenest when he came to design the pestilential seventh. This seventh, as you may remember, is the hole at which Sandy McHoots, then open champion, took an eleven on an important occasion. It is a short hole, and a full mashie will take you nicely onto the green, provided you can carry the river that frolics just beyond the tee and seems to plead with you to throw it a ball to play with. Once on the green, however, the probiem is to stay there. The green itself is about the size of a drawing- room carpet, and in the summer when the ground is hard a ball that has not the maxi- mum of back spin is apt to touch lightly and bound off into the river beyond, for this is an island green, where the stream bends like a serpent. I refresh your memory with these facts in order that you may appre- ciate what Jane Packard was up against. The woman with whom Jane was part- nered had the honor, and drove a nice high ball, which fell into one of the traps to the left. She was a silent, patient-looking woman, and she seemed to regard this as perfectly satisfactory. She withdrew from the tee and made way for Jane. “Nice work!” said William Bates, a moment later. For Jane’s ball, soaring in a perfect arc, was dropping, it seemed, on the very pin. “Oh, Rodney, look!” cried Jane. “Eh?” said Rodney Spelvin. His remark was drowned in a passionate squeal of agony from his betrothed. The most poignant of all tragedies had occurred. The ball, touching the green, leaped like a young lamb, scuttled past the pin and took a, running dive over the cliff. There was a silence. Jane’s partner, who was seated on the bench by the sand box reading a pocket edition in limp leather of Vardon’s What Every Young Golfer Should Know, with which she had been refreshing herself at odd moments all through the round, had not observed the incident. William Bates, with the tact of a true golfer, refrained from comment. Jane her- self was swallowing painfully. It was left to Rodney Spelvin to break the silence. “Good!” he said. Jane Packard turned like a stepped-on worm. ‘“What do you mean, good?” ‘*You hit your ball further than she did.” “I sent it into the river,’ said Jane in a low, toneless voice. “Capital!” said Rodney Spelvin, deli- cately masking a yawn with two fingers of his shapely right hand. ‘Capital! Capi- tal! Her face contorted with pain, Jane put down another ball. ‘“‘Playirg three,”’ she said. The student of Vardon marked the place in her book with her thumb, looked up, nodded and resumed her reading. “Nice w ” began William Bates as the ball soared off the tee, and checked himself abruptly. Already he could see that the unfortunate girl had put too little beef into it. The ball was falling, falling. It fell. A crystal fountain flashed up towards the sun. The ball lay floating on the bosom of the stream, only some few feet short of the island. But, as has been well pointed out, that little less and how far away! “Playing five!”’ said Jane between her teeth. “What,” inquired Rodney Spelvin chat- tily, lighting a cigarette, “is the record break? “Playing five,” said Jane with a dread- ful calm, and gripped her mashie. (Continued on Page 72)

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She threw William a look of infinite gratitude. “Why, I believe I could!” ‘‘Worth having a dash.” “There’s a boat down there!”’ “I could row,” said William. “I could stand in the middle and slosh!"’ cried Jane. “And what’s-his-name-—that,”’ said Wil- liam, jerking his head in the direction of Rodney Spelvin, who was strolling up and down behind the tee, humming a gay Venetian barcarole, ‘‘could steer.” “William,” said Jane fervently, ‘‘you’re a darling!” “on, 1 modestly. “There’s no one like you in the world, . . Rodney!” “Eh?” said Rodney Spelvin. “We're going out in that boat. I want you to steer.” “‘Capital!”’ he said. “Capital! Capital!”’ There was a dreamy look in Rodney Spelvin’s eyes as he leaned back with the tiller ropes in his hands. This was just his idea of the proper way of passing a summer afternoon; drifting lazily over the silver surface of the stream. His eyes closed. He began to murmur softly: “All today the slow sleek ripples hardly bear up shoreward, charged with sighs more light than laughter, faint and fair, like a woodland lake’s weak wavelets lightly lingering forward, soft and listless as the Here! Hi!” For at this moment the silver surface of the stream was violently split by a vigor- ously wielded niblick, the boat lurched drunkenly, and over his panama-hatted head and down his gray-flanneled torso there descended a cascade of water. “Here! Hi!’ cried Rodney Spelvin. He cleared his eyes and gazed reproach- fully. Jane and William Bates were peering into the depths. “T missed it,” said Jane. “There she spouts!”’ said William, point- ing. “Ready?” Jane raised her niblick. “Here! Hi!” bleated Rodney Spelvin as a second cascade poured damply over him He shook the drops off his face and per- ceived that Jane was regarding him with hostility. “I do wish you wouldn't talk just as | am swinging,” she said pettishly. ‘‘ Now you've made me miss it again! If you can’t eep quiet I wish you wouldn’t insist on coming round with one. Can you see it, William?” “There she blows,” said William Bates. “Here! You aren’t going to do it again, are you?” cried Rodney Spelvin. Jane bared her teeth. “I’m going to get that ball onto the green if I have to stay here all night,”’ she said. Rodney Spelvin looked at her and shud- dered. Was this the quiet, dreamy girl he had loved-—this mwnad? Her hair was lying in damp wisps about her face, her eyes were shining with an unearthly light. “No, but really ” he faltered. Jane stamped her foot. “What are you making all this fuss about, Rodney?" she snapped. ‘Where is it, William?” “There she-dips, ing six.” “Playing six.” “Let her go!"’ said William. **Let her go it is!"’ said Jane Splash! The woman on the bank looked up from her Vardon as Rodney Spelvin’s agonized scream rent the air. She saw a boat upon the water, a man rowing the boat, another man, hatless, gesticulating in the stern, a girl beating the water with a niblick. She nodded placidly and understandingly. A niblick was the club she would have used herself in such circumstances. Everything appeared to her entirely regular and ortho- dox. She resumed her book. Splash! 5 “Playing fifteen,’ said Jane. “Fifteen is right,’ said William Bates. Splash! Splash! Splash! “Playing forty-four.” “Forty-four is correct.” Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash! don’t know,” said William ”* said William. “ Play- February 23,1924 “Kighty-three?”’ said Jane, brushing the hair out of her eyes. “No, only eighty-two,” Bates. “Where is it?” “There she drifts.” A dripping figure rose violently in the stern of the boat, spouting water like a pub lie fountain. For what seemed to him like an eternity Rodney Spelvin had ducked and spluttered and writhed, and now it came to him abruptly that he was through. He bounded from his seat, and at the same time Jane swung with all the force of her supple body. There was a splash besides which all the other splashes had been as nothing. The boat overturned and went drifting away. Three bodies plunged into the stream. Three heads emerged from the water. The woman on the bank looked absently in their direction. Then she resumed her book. “Tt’s all right,”’ said William Bates con- tentedly. ‘We're in our depth.” “My bag!” cried Jane. “*My clubs !”’ “*Must have sunk,” said William. “Rodney,” said Jane, ‘‘my bag of clubs is at the bottom somewhere. Dive under and swim about and try to find it.” “It’s bound to be around somewhere,”’ said William Bates encouragingly. Rodney Spelvin drew himself up to his full height. It was not an easy thing to do, for it was muddy where he stood, but he did it. “Damn your bag of clubs!”’ he bellowed, lost to all shame. ‘I’m going home!” With painful steps, tripping from time to time and vanishing beneath the surface, he sloshed to the shore. For a moment he paused on the bank, silhouetted against the summer sky, then he was gone. Jane Packard and William Bates watched him go with amazed eyes. “T never would have dreamed,”’ said Jane dazedly, ‘‘that he was that sort of man.” **A bad lot,” said William Bates “The sort of man to be upset by the merest trifle!”’ “Must have a naturally bad disposi- tion,”’ said William Bates. “Why, if a little thing like this could make him so rude and brutal and horrid, it wouldn’t be safe to marry him!” “Taking a big chance,’ agreed William Bates. ‘Sort of fellow who would water the cat’s milk and kick the baby in the face.” He took a deep breath and disap- peared. ‘Here are your clubs, old girl,’’ he said, coming to the surface again. ‘Only wanted a bit of looking for.” “Oh, William,” said Jane, ‘“‘you are the most wonderful man on earth!” “Would you go so far as that?” said William doubtfully. ‘*T was mad, mad ever to get engaged to that brute!” ‘*Now there,”’ said William Bates, re- moving an eel from his left breast pocket, “I’m absolutely with you. Thought so all along, but didn’t like to say so. What I mean is, a girl like you—-keen on golf and all that sort of thing—ought to marry a chap like me—keen on golf and everything of that description.” ‘‘William,”’ cried Jane passionately, de- taching a newt from her right ear, ‘‘I will!”’ ‘Silly nonsense, when you come right down to it, your marrying a fellow who doesn’t play golf. Nothing in it!” ‘“T’ll break off the engagement the mo- ment I get home.” “You couldn’t make a sounder move, old girl.” “William!” “Jane!” The woman on the bank, glancing up as she turned a page, saw a man and a girl embracing, up to their waists in water. It seemed to have nothing to do with her. She resumed her book. Jane looked lov- ingly into William’s eyes. “William,” she said, “‘I think I have loved you all my life.” “Jane,” said William, ‘‘I’m dashed sure I've loved you all my life. Meant to tell you so a dozen times, but something always seemed to come up.” “William,” said Jane, “‘you’re an angel and a darling. Where’s the ball?” “There she pops.” “Playing eighty-four?”’ ‘Eighty-four it is,” said William. ‘Slow back, keep your eye on the ball, and don’t press.”’ The woman on the bank began Chapter Twenty-five. William said bag of

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His face, however, ex- hibited a gloorniness in full harmony with Powell’s humor, and its direction drew Powell’s notice to the open door into the lean-to, through which proceeded subdued noises in a rhythmic cycle—gurgle-slosh- slosh-slap; slosh-slap-slap-gurgle. The aroma of soap registered on Powell’s con- sciousness, now, above the spicy smells from the stove. “Washing machines!’*” Dunlap moved his head in a gesture that could not be de- scribed as a shake, Powell thought; the word implied rapidity. ‘‘Was a time when a feller e’d marry all the washing machine anybody needed.”” He repeated the dismal gesture. ‘‘Ain’t no pith to the women these days.” In the lean-to the slosh and gurgle ceased abruptly. A lean, brisk, gray-haired woman came through the open doorway, her bright eyes pausing briefly to engage Jay’s slightly apprehensive glance. She said nothing to him, however. Powell, watching her swift, whisking motions at the stove, felt a per- ceptible diminution in his fatigue; her clipped good morning seemed to rest him. He drew a chair to the table and watched generous blobs of batter flatten on the grid- dle; eggs, broken deftly on the edge of the pan, turned gold and white beside the ham. He discovered stirrings of appetite and ob- served that Jay Dunlap displayed a sugges- tion of alacrity; that he ate with a fine steadiness that, for all its deliberation, gave the effect of speed. “Got a right to be hungry,” said Dunlap, sulkily defensive under his wife’s glance as he lifted the last three cakes to his plate. “‘Traipsin’ clean up to Foster’s and luggin’ that there milk pail all the way back!”” He swallowed liberally. ‘‘No sense into it neither. We'd ought to keep a cow.” His wife, again at the griddle, turned and eyed him, her hands reversed against her hips. “Tf you got any notion "t you married a “Know better.” .Dunlap maintained a | dignified composure. “‘Ain’t raising ‘em | these days,” | to hire it done. he added regretfully. ‘“‘Have ‘‘Want me to cook and wash for a hired | man so’s you won’t have to walk after the milk!” “Know better,” said her husband again. “‘Was a time when a mite of work didn’t scare a woman "most to death. Had some pith to 'em.” He blotted up an excess of sirup with a slice of bread and consumed it sacrificially. ‘‘ Dan Cooper’s quittin’, up to Foster’s. Ast me if he c’d move down to the old house f’r a spell. Sort of give me the notion we c’d get us a cow and hire Dan to milk. Ought to have help on a farm this size, man’s old ’s I be.” Mrs. Dunlap’s glance moved to consult John Powell's face. He had pushed back his plate and surrendered to a grateful sen- sation of acquisition, possession. His brain bestirred itself sluggishly—there was sense in this idea of Jay’s. A farm of eighty acres certainly ought to furnish its own milk. It was slipshod management to pay cash for cream and butter, with all those idle fields able to feed a dozen cows. With a spry young fellow on the place it ought to be self- supporting instead of a liability. Good buildings and fences—he was suddenly ashamed of having allowed a plant like this to stand idle, eating its head off and earning nothing toward its keep. “We'll go see this man, Jay. worker, is he?” ‘‘Depends on how you figger it.” Mr. Dunlap spoke without prejudice. ‘‘Dan’s ’s good as you c’d get these days. Ain’t raising no real workers no more. Was a time when He left the sentence suspended and min- istered gloomily to his teeth. “Dan Cooper’s a first- rate man,” said Mrs. Dunlap. “If you’re thinking of hiring anybody to live on the place, I’d advise you He’s got a real nice wife.” “Spryer ’n most,”’ admitted Jay. ‘‘Ain’t heard of her needin’ no machines to do her chores.” Powell intervened before the tightening of Hetty’s mouth had translated itself to Good | speech. “‘Let’s go see him now, Jay.’ Dunlap sighed as he unfolded himself, joint by joint, but made no other protest until they were halfway across the weedy ruin of the upper pasture. ‘‘Ain’t no fire, is they?” Powell started. He was damply warm and his breath had found a quickstep tempo. Accommodating his pace to Dunlap’s lei- sured stride, he found time to observe the state of the field. “Mostly weeds, isn’t it?”’ “‘Ought to be plowed and seeded down fresh,” said Dunlap. ‘‘ Been figgerin’ to hire it done; but’s long ’s you're goin’ to git us some help on the place, it’s a good thing I ain’t spent the money. Dan c’n tend to it easy as not.’ They found Cooper just beyond the line fence, hammering at a jammed nut on the rusty cultivator he had propped against a post. A dejected horse waited submissively between the rows of young beans, one hip canted in an angle curiously reposeful. Dan looked up at their approach—a lean, sun- bitten fellow of thirty, Powell guessed, loose of joint and already bent a little forward by the ridge of muscle that lay like a yoke across his shoulders. Powell observed that he continued to hammer at the nut while Jay explained matters. His habit of swift appraisal ap- proved instantly of the man. “Why don’t you want to stay where you are?’’ he put in presently. Cooper’s bleached eyebrows drew to- ge ‘ther. “Sick of shif’less farming,”’ he said. To Powell’s ear his voice, rusty as if from dis- use, was another good sign. He distrusted glib men on principle and experience. “‘Ain’t a tool on the place that’s fit to work with, and Foster won’t hear to buyin’ new. Wasted most an hour on this old relic, and look at what I got to hitch to it if I ever get it fixed! Crow bait! Ain't a decent head of stock on the place. Ornery scrub cows it don’t pay to milk and hogs ’t ain’t no better ’n razorbacks!”’ Powell’s approval deepened. This wasn’t a bad workman, grumbling over poor tools, but a good man, hating them. He explained his idea about his own farm—not regular farming exactly, but keeping up the land and buildings and producing milk and eggs and poultry for the house. Cooper listened without interrupting his efforts to loosen the jammed nut. **D’know 's I'd want to do it,” he said. “Aim to farm right. Fun farming ain’t so dog-gone different from shif'less farming, come right down to it.”’ Powell chuckled. “Won’t quarrel about that,” he said. “You can work my place for all you're worth if you want to, as long as you fur- nish me with what I want.’’ He reached aswift decision. ‘‘Tell you what— if you can make the place pay a profit I'll split it with you, over and above your pay.” Cooper’s big hand tightened on the wrench. His face made John Powell re- member a long-forgotten look of Sam’s, when there had been a suggestion of a toy railroad with rolling stock that really ran. ‘How about stock and tools?’’ Cooper's eye shifted to Dunlap and came back to Powell. “Jay sold out, didn’t he, when you bought the place off him?” “‘No sense leavin’ good tools rust in a barn,” said Jay. ““Didn’t cale’late we'd need ’em again. “That'll be all right,”’ said Powell. ‘‘ We'll get what’s needed of course. Always be- lieved cheap machinery was the worst way to save money. Won’t quarrel over that.” Cooper’s face was wistfully incredulous. “Tractor would be cheaper ’n horses,’’ he suggested experimentally. ‘‘ Don’t eat when it ain’t working.” “T was going to say so myself,” said Powell. ‘‘When could you start in?” Cooper drew a deep breath. “I got to stay here till my month’s up, but’’-—again the experimental look revealed itself-——‘‘but I could get time to help you pick out a tractor’’—he hesitated a mo- ment—“‘right after dinner,” he finished, with an effect of bravado, challenge. “T’ll call for you,” said Powell. “It’s a bargain, is it?” Cooper solemnly shook hands. The sound of his hammering followed Powell across the pasture, but it seemed now to beat out 2 triumphant marching rhythm, like a (Continued on Page 77) Sa

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A Continued from Page 74 martial drum. Powell found himself keep- ing step to it. Again he was start'ed by Jay Dunlap’s plaintive inquiry about a suppos- ititious fire. He looked up as Dunlap’s ancient horse, placidly feeding within a dozen paces, arched its flat neck and cantered stiffly down the slope with senile coyness. “Better hitch up, Jay. Guess I'll go down to the village and see Judson about putting the old house in shape. Might as well attend to that before Cooper moves in. Dunlap regarded the horse unkindly. “Got so’s he won't leave me git nigh him,” he complained. ‘Sight of work, a horse is.” He shambled dejectedly toward the grazing beast. ‘‘Ain’t noticed nobody offering to buy me no curryin’ machine, nor no patent hitch-upper neither.” Powell moved in support and presently old Charlie, penned in a fence corner, per- mitted himself to be led captive by an un- gentle grip upon his mane. Accommodating his pace to the veteran beast’s slow step, Powell thought of the dusty miles to the village. He manipulated the currycomb under Jay Dunlap’s morose instructions and adjusted the straps of a venerable harness. “We'll buy a small car while we're in town,” he announced. ‘‘It’ll save enough time to pay for itself.”’ Mr. Dunlap sighed heavily. “Pity you didn’t think of it first off. Had a car I could 've kep’ right on gettin’ the milk up to Foster’s, stead of clutterin’ the place up with cows.” Powell shook his head. “No use buying milk when we've got all this land,” he said. ‘‘I tell you, Jay, there ought to be.money in a farm like this if it’s run right.” Dunlap surveyed him steadily for a space His mouth opened, but he permitted it to close again without the exertion of speech. As they jogged peacefully through the dust, John Powell heard himself whistling softly between his teeth. mr iy: THE act of resisting temptation, John Powell spared a thought for the excel- lence of the tempter’s technic. First-rate selling, he admitted. This young fellow was insidious about it, all the more dangerous because of that disarming, boyish eagerness, and his firm gave him the right sort of sup- port too. Blue prints, architects’ plans and sketches of the building, an estimate that covered the whole cost of the plant, instead of just quoting prices on machinery. “Comes to twenty-one six fifty, ready to run,”’ said the salesman easily. Powell no- ticed the trick of omitting such words as thousands and hundreds and dollars—made it sound a lot smaller when you said it this way. It was reasonable too—more than a thousand under his own figures, and his conscience troubled him a little as he thought of the labor and expense to which the bidders had gone to get all this together. He ought to have made ‘em understand from the beginning that he wasn’t really in the market, that he was just amusing himself with the idea of putting in a cream- ery. “Better not spend the money right now,” he said uncomfortably. ‘‘I’ll think it over and maybe sometime later on a The young man betrayed no disappoint- ment. ‘‘Of course we're not trying to stampede you into this, Mr. Powell. Naturally we'd like the order, but that’s not our main rea son for this suggestion. We hate to see a big, splendid plant like yours losing money just for want of a minor addition. You can’t afford to sell your milk as you're do ing. You're making the Amalgamated a present of something like half a cent on ey ery quart and letting them collect a neat profit that you might just as well keep You the fact is, Mr. Powell, you're not equipped for milk farming, with Jerseys You can’t compete with the Holstein herds.”’ Mr. Powell frowned. Guernseys, maybe, but Holsteins — he was bitter about the mat ter of breeds. “Just as soon hitch a hose to a milk can,” he snapped. ‘‘ You take the butter fat in a hundred pounds of Le “Exactly! Precisely our point. You're equipped to produce butter and you're sell ing milk instead. It’s just wasting money, Mr. Powell. This plant would is John Powell followed the argument with gloomy attention It was all absolutely sound; there wasn't any money in milk; the books showed that in ugly red ink foot- ings every month; but twenty-one thousand more, after spending so much on the new cow stables and those fancy silos— he glanced at his watch with a sense of guilt. Sam and Bill would be coming pretty soon now, and making him feel like an embezzler with their old jokes about hayseeds and rubes, their pleased admiration for his thrifty notions of amusement. “T’ll see,” he said uneasily. “I'll think it over and let you know.” The neat young man assembled his pa- pers, amiably deferential about it. He left John Powell to wistful calculations. A first- rate modern butter plant would certainly pay, when you figured in the by-product profits feeding the skim milk to hogs right on the place. There was plenty of room for putting in some new hog runs; he'd fore- seen that when he located the present ones. Yes, sir, if you looked at it right it wasn't an expense, but just ordinary economy, to install that up-to-date creamery and cash in on He shook hands with Sam, resenting a persistent self-reproach under his son's af- fectionate glance. Bill, it appeared, had been detained at the last minute by some matter connected with the St. Louis office, but would try to drop in at Sam’s house in the evening. John Powell rebuked himself for a feeling of relief. If both boys lunched with him they’d insist on talking shop They couldn't seem to remember that their father wanted to forget about business, that it wasn’t fair to bore him with it any more He grinned uneasily under Sam’s old com- plaint about his stopping at a hotel on these trips to town instead of using his old quar- ters at Sam’s house. “Handier to the station down here,” he said. His conscience smote him for the dis- ingenuous innuendo. Ever since they'd opened the new state road you could drive to town a lot faster than you could make it in the train, but he’d never told the boys about it. You could get away more easily if Amy thought you had to catch a train. He frowned at the complicated card in the grillroom and ended by duplicating Sam’s haphazard order. Everything tasted like everything else, in a place like this; it didn’t matter much what you ordered. He thought wistfully of the pungent aromas of | Hetty Dunlap’s kitchen and remembered suddenly that there would be baked beans for supper tonight. If he could get away by half past three, say “I’m sorry Bill couldn’t be here,’’ Sam was saying, “ because we wanted to talk to you together about this scheme for our own Canadian plant I've brought the fig ures “ “Never mind 'em.”” John Powell frowned again. “It’s up to you boys to decide such things without bothering me. You can’t seem to get it through your heads that I’m entitled to « jittle rest from business. Do what you think’s best.” “All right."” Sam returned a sheaf of folded papers to his pocket with a certain alacrity. “Of course we don’t want to worry you with it, but we felt we ought to ask vou anyway. It runs into money, you see,”’ How much money ?”’ Powell spoke fret- fully. “Oh, two hundred anyway perhaps.” Sam tried to be casual about it, but there was just a hint of apology in his voice. His father observed that he also omitted the disagreeable thousands and dollars. He felt a dim sense of injustice. The boys could spend 2 quarter of a million ona factory that they didn’t need any more than a cat need two tails, but he had to deny himself that little creamery that was, when you came right down to it, an absolute necessity. Not only that— they were trying to put the re sponsibility for it on his shoulders, trying to make it look as if he were the one who'd decided it. Again he felt tired and old and feeble, as he’d felt that morning when he'd made up his mind to quit “You'll have to settle it between you,” he said peevishly. ‘I can’t be bothered with such things any more— I'm too old.”’ “Sorry.”” Sam was instantly penitent, but a certain relief showed through his sur face manner as he ate, briskly and without attention “Fact is you look so darned young and peppy it’s hard to remember that you're out of the harness. And your head’s on so tight too’ he grinned ad miringly —“‘you can’t blame us for wanting your advice when we see how sensible you two-fifty THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ’ E is happy because he is healthy; and health de pends on internal cleanliness. A clean skin helps to protect the body from germs from without. 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We used to be kind of proud of you when you were run- ning the business, but — well, we’ve got even a better slant at you since you’ve quit.” John Powell thought uneasily of that trip this morning to the safe-deposit box, of what his broker had said about the folly of selling good securities in a sick market, and yet there was an unmistakable warmth in him, too, under Sam’s manifest sincerity. “Don’t see why,” said Powell shortly. ‘Haven't done anything these three years except loaf around the farm.’ ‘That’s precisely it! It looks easy till you find out how many good men make a mess of it.’”” Sam’s face clouded. “Suppose you read in the papersabout Amy’sfather. Those Paris crooks stung him three hundred thou- sand dollars for a fake Rembrandt and he’s trying to kid himself with the notion that all the experts are wrong! Going to prove it by buying some more old masters—-about six months old.””. He shook his head. ‘‘At that, he’s better than his brother Pete.” “What about Pete?’’ Powell leaned hope- fully forward. “I haven’t heard any- thing * “Oh, we got the letters back.”” Again Sam's head wagged eloquently. ‘Nice, sensible little notes for an ex-captain of in- dustry to write to a baby vamp!” He sighed. ‘No, sir, loafing can’t be as easy as it looks.” John Powell waved a hand. “Allin picking the right place. get a real rest on a farm. Don’t breed rea! scientific resters anywhere else. You take my hired man, Jay Dunlap, for in- stance 7 He related a number of anecdotes, to which his son lent a patently diminishing at- tention, consulting his watch under the edge table. “You see, Man can there’s a lot of interesting Keeps a man inter- loafing, I mean. Now you take alfalfa, for instance—-you'’d be sur- prised to know what a trick it is to get it started on our sort of soil, but we've got one forty- -acre field that ‘“Awf'ly interesting,”’ said Sam presently He got to his feet. ‘Il want to hear the rest of that tonight, father. Wish | could stay, but | ought to be back on the job right now.” “Oh, about tonight "Powell's tone underwent an abrupt degeneration. He fumbled through a stock of slightly shop- worn excuses, thankful that he needn't deal with Amy this time. ‘* You see, Sam, there’s so much racket in a city you don’t hear it, because you're used to it; but’ he achieved, he thought, an excellently tired look “‘you see, | can sleep so much better on the farm. You square me with Amy and I'll get home this afternoon.” He sighed “Getting old, Sam. Cranky, sort of.”’ ‘Yes, you are!’’ Sam rejected the idea with affectionate scorn, **Wish | had your punch right now, But [ can understand how you feel. It’s all right; we want you to de just as you please. Of course, we love to have you, Amy and I, but “2 **Make you a real old-fashioned visit one of these days, when I feel huskier, but right now F It was better to leave the sentence in the air. Sam departed, hurrying a little. John Powell drew in a deep breath. A fragment of butter on the serving table drew his eyes and he outraged the bus boy’s decorum by sampling it with a knife, letting a thin flake dissolve slowly on the tip of his tongue Slowly he wagged his head in mild disap- proval. He demanded, at the desk, an in- terview with the manager. Emerging after half an hour, he sought the telephone booths and spoke with decision to the suave person at the other end of the wire. ‘This is John Powell, Heart's Ease Farms. You can go ahead with that plant you've been quoting on, but make sure that you ar range it so | can enlarge it in case I want to I'll confirm by letter, but get busy right away. I want it working by September first sure.”’ As his car rolled over the smooth concrete of the new road he meditated happily. Sup- pose he had spent twenty-one six fifty on top of all the rest. A man had a right to amuse himself with his own money, hadn't he? Hadn't Sam-— mighty level-headed man, Sam—complimented him on choosing a farm to play with? He thought, with complacent, understanding condescension, of Amy’s father chucking away three hun- dred thousand dollars on a cheap imitation of a painting, of Pete Rumbold writing let- ters The trip new road certainly shortened the He was startled when they passed EVENING POST Dalton, the halfway point. A light truck could get down to the city with a load of butter a good deal faster than it would travel by train. Save freight on supplies, too, coming back. Deliveries every other day. He drifted into mental arithmetic and was astonished when the car stopped at the farmhouse door. He stood on the porch for a moment, surveying the white buildings grouped beyond the little mirror of the ice pond —great stately barns and the tall tow- ers of the silos, that reminded him of old castles in picture books. His eye traveled on over the rolling rise of land, his own land, almost to the crest of the farther slope. He frowned at the line fence. Dunham's three hundred acres would just about round out the place. One-of these days He looked at his watch. Twenty minutes to six. There’d be time to go down to the foreman’s office and tel! Dan Cooper about the creamery. He walked briskly, aware of the familiar phenomenon of rested nerves and muscles. No place like a farm for that. By the time he found Cooper the question of truck deliveries had settled itself affirma- tively and his mind had moved on to the idea of buying that land of Dunham’s and doubling the herd of Guernseys. It would keep the creamery plant running full time, and if it was as easy as it seemed to sell fancy-priced butter to New York hotels there wouldn’t be any trouble disposing of the output. After supper it occurred to him that the trucks could probably carry something be- sides butter, and he walked down to Coop- er’s house to talk over the notion of adding to the poultry houses. It was after ten when he was ready for bed, and he stretched his arms in a wide, luxurious yawn which interrupted the setting of his alarm clock. The mattress seemed to rise and greet him. There was no place like a farm for real, honest, 100 per cent sleep, he told himself drowsily. You didn’t need so much of it as you had to have of the diluted, flimsy sort of rest you got in town. He switched on the lights again and set the alarm half an hour earlier. Vv IE shell-rimmed spectacles provided the young man from the Pray-Bryant agency with an ominously academic appearance, an effect heightened by the formidable document he produced from a green leather brief case —a thick affair in a green parch- ment cover with a tasseled cord of green silk for binder. John Powell's fingers drummed nervously on his desk and his eye moved to the window, through which, as the academic young man cleared his throat importantly, he could see another tourist's car turn in between the stone pillars, ‘The exact science of advertising,” In- toned the visitor, the first place, of % “Skip about four pages and begin again,” said John Powell. “Lown a dictionary my- self.” He watched the car stop at the foreman’s ottice and observed with relief that one of the guides was on duty. If you let these sight-seers go poking around alone for five minutes they were perfectly sure to get into the cow stable. It was queer how many otherwise intelligent people didn’t know that strangers worried cows; that you could measure the exact degree of these disturb- ances on the milking scales. Reassured, he twisted his chair and faced his caller. “Before submitting this plan for your consideration, it would seem advisable to set forth the investigations on which it is based, to “Skip about eight pages and try again,” said John Powell. The young man regarded him intently Ther:, with an abrupt gesture, he removed the shell-rimmed glasses and dropped the green-parchment plan on the floor beside his chair. It was remarkable, Powell thought, that a pair of spectacles should make so much difference. No least flavor of the academic lingered about the visitor. He rested his arms easily on the desk. *“My mistake,” he said. ‘‘ Thought this was your first time out.” ‘‘Heard all that a long time before you were born,” said Powell. “If you've got anything to sell, sell it.” “Right! Here’s the big idea. Breakfasts right off the farm. You're geared up to handle some high-grade direct-to-consumer business, with that delivery plant of yours in New York, and it looks as if we could start something with this breakfast stunt. You can come mighty close to supplying the whole works. You've got cream and butter “consists, in February 25,1924 and eggs, to begin with; you make country sausage and cure your own ham and bacon; you even make maple sirup = The door opened and Powell turned an impatient glance at the intruder. His jaw sagged as he stared at Sam and Amy, laugh- ing in the doorway. They'd talked so much of coming up to see the farm that he’d got out of the habit of expecting them. He came to his feet with an effort. “Well, well, where did you two drop from?”’ He would carry it off breezily, he decided, keep ’em too busy talking to think much. ‘Why didn’t you let me know? I'd have ” He turned as the advertising man essayed a diplomatic retreat. “No, sit still; I’ll be right with you.” Apology was in his tone when he turned back to Sam and Amy. “‘I’ll be done with this in a few minutes—don’t want to make Mr. Lanigan miss his train, you see. Tell you what— you take a little stroll around the place till I’m ready. Joe’’—the guide showed himself be- yond the doorway—‘‘Joe, you show ‘em everything.”” He hesitated. After all, Sam was his son. “Specially the cow stables,” he said firmly. ‘Tell Simpson I said so.” Still talking, he propelled them gently into the outer room and delivered them to the eloquence of the guide. He could hear the singsong floating back from the corri- dor: “The entire second floor is occupied by our clerical force; we employ from fifteen to twenty girls and men, depending on the season, in this office alone. I will now show you the poultry runs where we maintain from Powell closed the door and resumed his seat. “Now then,” he said, ‘‘talk fast, they come back. This scheme of yours “Got a good catch line that tells the whole story: Heart’s Ease Farms—the Au- tomat of the Breakfast Table. Pretty fair, eh? Breakfast baskets— everything but the coffee we He was strapping the leather brief case when Sam and Amy reappeared. John Powell saw him to the outer door and came slowly back. “It’s simply i nt ll Amy see med a little dazed. ‘I don’t see how ‘Must have it running like a watch,” said Sam. ‘Gave me a headache just lis- tening to that boy’s figures.’’ He approached his father, a shade of anxiety in look and tone. ‘‘He says you run it yourself— the whole works.” He hesitated. ‘*Wouldn’t it be a good idea to get somebody in to help you! a: before “Just a minute.”” Powell lifted his hand “Just thought of something | don’t want to forget." He twirled the dial of the auto matic telephone and spoke decisively: ‘*Miss Denby? Say, Miss Denby, I wish you'd get me some figures on a smail milling plant to turn out buckwheat flour. Yes, buckwheat. Hold on, better dig me out some data on how buckwheat will fit into our crop-rotation scheme; and wait a min- ute —-yes, let me know just what land we've got under option and what it’s good for. That’s all.” He hung up the receiver and wheeled his chair to face his son. “Just found out we’ve been paying out cash for our buckwheat flour,”’ he said. “‘No sense to having a farm if, you can’t even get a Ww hole breakfast off it. “I was saying that you ought to have somebody to help you,”’ Sam began. John Powell sat up straight. “Help me rest?”’ he demanded. ‘‘That’s all there is to do around here, and I can do all of it myself.’ *‘Looks sort of like work to me,” Sam cautiously. His father laughed “Plenty of work of course; but I don’t do any of it,” hesaid. ‘I’m up here to take it easy —amuse myself.” The telephone buzzed and he spoke briefly with the New York office. As he turned back to Sam his glance paused at the win- dow that overlooked the ice pond. Jay Dunlap seemed to slumber beside his propped rod. “No, sir, no work for me! to 33 He stopped as the ducking bob stirred Jay to unhurried motion. The squirming chub seemed to propel itself into Jay’s hand in a deliberate, gleaming arc. John Powell watched Dunlap free the hook and toss the fish back into the pond; he could almost hear Jay’s leisured grumble —‘‘Sight easi- er’n cleanin’ ’em.” The interrupted sen- tence finished itself. “It’s too easy to hire it done able.” said It’s too easy reason-

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ST oe EH Re en ae Ak Re TO Ra poe — By WM. H. AXES were one of the causes of the American Revolution in 1776. They were one of the causes of the Nebraska revolution in 1922. The Revolution of 1776 resulted in the birth of a new nation. The revolution of 1922 resulted in the birth of a new political administration—in part in Nebraska. The taxation question is as old as man. It has never been solved satisfactorily to all concerned, and it never will be. The best that can be done is to have the tax burden distributed as equitably as possible; but just what constitutes an equitable distri- bution is the point that causes the contro- versy, and a distribution of Federal taxes is contributing to the turmoil in Congress at the present time. The political revolution in Nebraska in 1922 was not caused so much because of an inequitable distribution of taxation as be- cause of an increased burden of it; and not alone in Nebraska has this tax burden in- creased, but in every other state in the Union. It came with the days of free and easy money following the World War. In point of square miles Nebraska is a pretty good-sized state. In point of popu- lation it is a small state. It is the home of 1,296,372 happy and contented people—or rather they were contented until the tax question became so acute. Its soil varies from the very best of agricultural land to the sand hills in the north, central and western sections, and the fertile irrigated regions in the far west. When the 1919 session of the Nebraska legislature adjourned, its appropriations had exceeded those of any previous session. But when the 1921 session adjourned its appropriations were one-half — r than those of the previous session. Not all the appropriations are paid from direct taxa- tion by any means, for the Federal Govern- ment has been matching dollars with the state on road work and other projects. Then there are in- direct taxes col- lected in the form of fees, and the like. But the increased appropriations of 1921 resulted in in- creased state taxes, which jumped from $7,426,000 in 1919 to$10,930,000. Mad In the fall of 1919 corn was selling at the local elevators at around $1.25 a bushel. But by the fall of 1921 it had dropped to as low as eighteen cents a bushel, and the grain buyers were not anxious to take it even at that fig- ure. Was it any wonder, then, that when the Nebraska farmer went to pay his taxes he was mad? He was so mad, and so much was said about high taxes and the low price of corn, that the governor convened the legis- lature in extraordi- nary session to undo some of the work it had done less than a year be- fore. This did not have the effect of satisfying the peo- ple, however, and the tax question re- mained one of the burning issues to be fought out in the campaign of 1922. ORAWN BY ART YOUN THE SATURDAY EVENING POST TON IN NEBRASKA Otice Easy Chairs SMITH, State Tax Commissioner EBRASKA'S new state cap itol, now under construction, is unlike any other capitol build ing in the United States. The building will occupy ground space of 400 feet square, while the tower will be 80 feet square and 400 feet high. The legisla ture in 1919 appropriated $5, 000,000 for its construction, the funds to be raised by direct taxation and spread over a period of six years. It is believed now the building will cost at least 50 per cent more than was originally appropriated. ene sicieienitdbtnnaaiaagl The present governor, Charles W. Bryan the brother of William Jennings Bryan made the tax question one of his chief is- sues in that campaign, and he was elected by a 50,000 majority. But aside from the secretary of state—Charley Pool-——he was the only member of his party to be elected, even the legislature in both branches being opposed to him politically. Dan Swanson, for a subordinate state office, had a majority of 73,000 on the op- position ticket, and Charley Randall and George Marsh and Charley Robinson nearly as much. Nebraska has a budget law, under the provisions of which an estimate is sub- mitted to the legislature, by the outgoing governor, of the state’s needs for the next biennial period. Then after inauguration the incoming governor is given ten days Trees at Night eT pee - — eee | i * a in which to submit a revised budget in accordance with his ideas of the state’s financial needs. Immediately after inauguration Gov- ernor Bryan went to work on his budget, and when the session adjourned the appro- priations had been reduced to the extent that the 1923 burden on Nebraska taxpay- ers dropped to $6,404,000 The governor’s opponents say he had nothing to do with the reduction of taxes, while his friends insist that he did, and that if he had been given the proper codpera- tion by the legislature the total appro- priations would have been even less with a corresponding reduction in taxes. And there the matter rests, to be an issue again in the campaign of 1924 But irrespective of the man to whom the credit belongs for the drop in state taxes, there has been no material decline in local taxes. Digressing just a little from state and local taxes, it should be said that the report of the Secretary of the Treasury at Wash- ington shows that for 1922—the figures for 1923 not being available—the people of Nebraska paid in Federal income and mis- cellaneous taxes a total of $15,000,000, or $11.77 for each citizen of the state. In 1923 its state taxes amounted to $4.93 a per- son, while its local taxes—-the taxes levied for county, city and village, school and other local purposes—totaled $46,875,000, or about $36.15 a person. A Typical Condition In 1921—the peak year for state taxes the total of local taxes was $48,435,000, while in 1923, after state taxes had been reduced more than 40 per cent from the peak point— local taxes were less than 5 per cent below what they were in 1921. The expenses of the World War must be met; and though there may be a shifting of Federal taxes, there will be no material reduction of them for some years to come Nebraska as state is doing its full share to reduce the tax burden, but the local subdivisions show no material change in the tax total This leads up to the question Is the situation in Nebraska on the tax problem any indication of the Situation in other states of the Union? I assume that it isin most of those in the agri ultural sections of the Cen tral West at least Sky ( H, ‘tis insultin’ of the sky to call if so in lown Dingy blue ormurl liye gray, us et tucker d down Tigi around the wall and roof fj 0 ol there the Crystal blue or silos gray, u cen float above The little house and apple free that make the place 1 love L. T. Da CHAIKRMAKERS FOR GO YEARS IK SIS) PHILADS 1 Tei tas with Monsieur Coué We've heard a lot lately about how the mind influences the body—how by thinking you are well you get well. There's a good deal in it. But how about the influence of the body on the mind? A tired body slows up the most active mind as surely as a flat tire interferes with the smooth work ing of the finest car The brain worker's first duty to him self and his job is a comfortable chai: which keeps his body rested. The executive owes it to his firm to pro vide each of his office workers with a comfortable chair That's practical efficiency and good business And when you speak of comfortable office chairs, you are speaking of Sikes Office Easy Chair Restful ness is a first principle in designing them. But beauty and dignity have in no way been neglected. / chair is as handsome and well made a piece of furniture ou will see an where A wide range of prices an models make practical to equi Sikes Office Easy Chairs throughout-—from the chief i t the re eption roon your othce the ear In Buffalo, a Sikes Factory is devoted ex clusively to quality chairs for the home 81 A Slight Disagreement i kes. 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THE SATURDAY Good Buildings Deserve Good Hardware Build now if you can build right 7 ) build or not to build. That is the question today with thousarids of weary renters. People who are keenly desir- ous to own their own homes—who would build now, if they could convince themselves that this is a good time to build. For those who are prepared to build right—to put good materials and good workmanship into their homes—this is a good time to build—no doubt about that. You could not nike a sounder investment. Ask any banker. But if you are willing to compromise with quality—to be content with “compromise” materials and “compromise” workmanship—then this is not a good time to build—and what is more, it never will be. Economize if you must (there are plenty of places where you can) but insist on these five fundamentals : Good Foundation Good Roof Good Plumbing Good Heating Good Hardware The best house ever built is of little use, if the locks stick— the knobs work loose—the windows rattle. Temperamental hardware is as disagreeable to have around as temperamental Good buildings deserve good hardware—all through not just on the front door. : people ; the nouse LT Build now if you can build right! i Mw ROKK rdware, Good Building “% ‘Beg Ph talc , PS&E. C ORBIN- Be” CONNECTICUT NEW YOR t CAGO PHILADELPHIA EVENING POST February 25,1924 RUIN Continued from Page 23 Standing in the middle of the room, his suffused eyes roving through the darkness, he remembered that Maddelin had here a shelf or two of books; thought of the space behind the books upon the shelves. He put the inspiration to the test at once, drawing out a handful of volumes and thrusting his arm in behind them. A book fell and his | heart leaped. But no one moved in the big house, and he thought mockingly that he might have stolen their very beds away from beneath them. He began to feel a great contempt for these others—a great confidence in his own powers. He drew out more books, depositing them on the floor haphazard. Many of them were bound in soft leather; but a few, in boards, fell with a sharper sound. In five minutes every shelf was bare, and yet the handful of gems which would mean affluence for him if he could find them remained concealed. Remained concealed —but where? Dark- | ness increasingly shadowed the room as the moon sank lower in the sky behind the house. Yet he had been in this room so many times he should be able to remember its every detail. He stood very still and | flogged his memory, scrutinizing the picture | which he thus evoked. | sible hiding place. | for a hidden nook. The mantel? A small gilt clock there offered the only pos- Its steady ticking when he touched it startled him into immobility. He had not heard this ticking before; but it seemed to him now that it was immoder- ately loud, that if he stopped it the very silence must awaken the house. Yet it had to be done, and he tilted the clock sidewise till the pendulum came to rest. As he lifted it from the mantel the pendulum struck against a coiled spring with the note of a hoarse bell. He opened the back of the clock and groped inside. Nothing! There was no wood box beside the hearth; but, kneeling, he found an old-fashioned leather bellows. Madness was on the man now; the patent impossibility of using this as a hiding place did not deter him from ripping it open with the paper knife and running his fingers inside. A small copper- finished fire lighter caught his attention; aud he lifted the cover and drew out the porous oval thing which, soaked with oil, could be thrust beneath the logs. Oil dripped from it; nevertheless, until he had thrust his hand down to the bottom of the receptacle, he would not be satisfied noth- ing was hidden within. One single chance remained. Here and there a picture hung against the wall. He moved them gingerly, feeling behind them This done, he stepped away, crushed by the certainty that the gems were not in this room, crushed by the | fact of failure. Not until this moment did it occur to him that Maddelin might, after all, have kept her jewels near her bed. He had decided against this in the beginning; had dis- missed the possibility from his mind. Now | it returned to him and he swung to the | bedroom door. The figure on the bed had not moved. He knelt by the chest at the foot of the | bed, still in the shifting field of moonlight, and opened it. Linen, he saw, was stowed here; and he lifted the heavy folds, running | his hands beneath them, laying each piece on the floor at his side. After a moment the chest was empty. He rose, wiping his hands nervously against his thighs. The bedside table? But there were no drawers in it, and its top held only a bed light, a book or two and a vacuum water jug with a glass beside it. He emptied the water soundlessly upon the pile of linen and made sure the jug was empty. This done he stood irresolutely, looking down at the still figure of the woman whom in this moment he both hated and feared, because she had baffled him. Under the bed? He knelt and found only her small felt slippers. Her negligee was thrown | across the foot of the bed and he lifted it | aside, making sure nothing was hidden be- neath it. The round, hollow, false bolster, in which during the day the pillows were | kept, was laid across the seat under the under her pillow. north window and he thrust his arm inside, to either end. One single chance remained. Maddelin might conceivably have stowed her jewels Creig did not believe this; he did not believe she would lend her- | self to such an excess of precaution. But | when he bent above the bed to look down at her his hand felt something hard beneath the coverlet, and he fumbled and found it and drew it out. An automatic pistol, laid there by her side. He had a moment of reluctant admiration for her wisdom. Most people, now, would have put it under their pillow; the gesture of reaching for it would have alarmed a burglar. But where she had laid it her hand could find it without self-betrayal. Creig’s quick imagination pictured what might have happened had she wakened to discover him here. She might waken even now. He put the pistol inside his jersey, where he had already bestowed the empty bottle that had held the drug. But if she had the pistol near her hand, then it must be that the jewels were here as well. Yet he was reluctant to move her. She lay so still; a movement might waken her. He stood irresolutely for a moment, then cursed his own indecision. She was drugged, helpless. He lifted her shoulders with a rough, confident gesture, drew the pillow aside. As he did so her head fell back across his arm and the cotton pad dropped off her face. His attention was caught by something curiously startling about her countenance, thus revealed. He bent to peer closer in the shadow and so saw what it was that had startled him. Her eyes were open! They were not open wide. That would not have been so terrifying. The lids were half parted, the whites gleamed, he could see the semicircular rim of the iris revealed beneath the upper lid. Eyes are not thus in sleep. He tried to tell himself it was because she was drugged, yet could not accept this explanation. There was something starkly terrifying about the very limpness of the body across his arm. With a swift gesture of panic he drew down the coverlet and pressed his ear against her breast; tried to silence the clamor of his own heart so that he might hear the murmur of hers. But he could hear nothing, and after a moment it seemed to him her bosom against his cheek was touched with a faint and deadly chill. Abruptly he knew that she was dead. He stood erect, with a swift, jerking movement that freed his arm; and he must have uttered a low and fearful exclamation. He was not conscious of this exclamation; but he knew he must have spoken, for at once, as though in answer, he heard a rustling movement in the adjoining room where slept the woman who was Maddelin’s de- voted slave. After a moment she spoke, her voice unnaturally loud in the stillness of the night. She asked, ‘‘ Madam, did you call?” xIIT ADAM, did you call?” asked vigi- lant Monica Betts from the room where she slept near her mistress; and Creig, above Maddelin’s dead body, slowly crouched, his muscles so taut that his whole frame quivered with the strain, legs bent and arms bowed. His eyes swung sidewise without a movement of the head till they rested on the door of Monica’s room. Then these eyes of his—they were not under his control; were merely an outward indica- tion of the frenzy which possessed him flicked back to the bed again, and away to the door, and back once more. Behind that door someone stirred. He heard the faint and thudding pressure of a step. He recoiled from the bed, not swiftly, but with a slow and reluctant movement, as though he were loath to go. His eyes clung to that still figure in the shadow there. The man himself backed from shadow into the moonlight by the window; he reached the window and, fumbling behind him, felt its sill. Then, at last, panic drove him into des- perate flight. He turned and clambered over the sill till his feet touched the ledge below. When he was thus poised against the wall of the house and well above the ground his nerves gave way. He clung with the fingers of one hand to the edge of the win- dow from which he had emerged, reached with the other for the next window. The effect was to spread him against the side of the house and pin him there. He dared not let go with either hand. The pistol and the empty bottle inside his jersey were by his pressure against the wall thrust into his body painfully. He made the hold of his left hand more secure and with his right tried to reach them. The effort was near Continued on Page 84)

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(Continued from Page 82) unbalancing him, and increased his terror. Ihe rock on which at this point the house stood was little more than a dozen feet be- low; but it never occurred to him to drop and risk a crippl ing sprain. He was terribly afraid he would fall; so he gave over trying side the jersey and, instead, upward in front until the lower end came out of his bathing trunks and the bottle fell and splintered on the ledge under his feet, the fragments tinkling down upon the solid rock below. The pistol would have gone too: ‘but he caught it, and after a mo- ’s consideration thrust it into place ti reach i pulled: it ment gain This had taken only an instant. He felt erate need of haste and fought to Ahead of him, in one of a light flashed on, and he heard Monica’s voice. This acted as a spur. Without quite knowing how the thing was quirmed along the narrow footing and in : the hall window. Before him the way lay clear. Along the hall and down thestairs, through the library and away jut as he approached the ‘head of the tairs he was halted by a low-voiced com- mand from a little way in front of him. “Stand where you are! He had time to realize that the voice was that of Dick Gregor. The hall was dark; Creig could not see the young man. Never- the command—stood motionless, fought against a desire to lift his hands abjec tly in the air. Creig was peril- ously near a shrieking collapse. The second ufier Dick spoke seemed to him to drag itself out interminably. Then he heard the swift scuffle of lightly running feet, and young Gregor called again, “Stop!” Heavier footsteps, also running. Creig slid swiftly forward, follow- iv by ear. He was able to guess what had happened. Lois, impatient at the long de- lay he wondered how long it must have since he left her in the library—must have carried out her threat to act alone. And she had clumsy, Gregor had heard her, had crept halfway down the tairs Somewhere in the wing at his back Creig heard other footsteps—the maid Monica moving about. He wondered, his brow as cold as ice, whether she had found her mistress yet, whether she had discov- red the truth, why she did not call out. He could not stay here, could not wait pas- ively for the alarm. And Lois was in dan- ver below; if she were caught now she would surely blurt out the truth, involving him inextricably. He plunged down the stairs in the darkness, reckless of the noise he made; and he swung into the library o swiftly had his thoughts borne him-—in time to see Gregor climb through the win dow in pursuit of Lois. As he passed through the hall Creig had marked the big rayon portrait, leaning against a chair by the stair foot. Lois then had managed to get it down alone, He dived through the window, conscious only of the terrific necessity of overtaking the girl and silencing her. His fingers twitched and contracted. There could be no holding back now. He must get to her before Gregor did, must make sure of her escape — otherwise Gregor and the others the truth— and, having assisted scape, he must make sure of her The man was in this moment lost feeling except the ferocious and security. <A ago he had been at peace with the world; now the world would forever and relentlessly pursue him-— unless he ould lay hands on this fleeing girl. He saw their shadows as they darted down the Lois ahead and Gregor raining with every yard. Creig was himself runner; nevertheless, the very present purpose lent him oment. He lost them for a shrubberies toward the a wrong turn and had to cast up the trail, ran a little way and halted, at a loss, look- Then he saw them upon the the mole a hundred yards had overtaken her; they something like a struggle. Creig ran that way at his best speed. But he had to make a circuit around a Littl d when he came to the shore- ward end of the mole it was to discover the two young people standing together, the girl's hands busy tucking her hair up into her bathing ¢ AP, the man staring at her lowered head and steady eyes. Gregor toward = os Creig was; Creig the des} itrol his nerve the windoy done, he throug theless, he obeyed heen been might guess yr to ¢ le nce to every maddening lust for his lost dozen hours lope, not u swilt intensit of his peed in this m noment in the wnt, tool @ picl hore nig all around, end of wits Gregor were locked in ng the open ‘cover; ah with fuced THE SATURDAY crouched under shelter of the low parapet of the mole and crept nearer. The pistol was in his hand now; he might have whipped himself into a murderous attack upon them both but for the fact that, as he paused for a moment in hiding, he heard Lois answer some question the other had asked. “‘No, alone,” she said. His attention became abnormally fixed and acute. He scarce breathed, focusing all his senses in his ears, crouched there twenty feet from where they stood all unconscious of his presence. Young Gregor had been wakened by vague and muffled sounds he could not define; had for a time sought to convince himself they were the product of his own imagination. But at last, and reluctantly, he got up and drew on a bath robe and slippers and went out into the upper hall. Heard then, and unmistakably, someone movingabout below; and when hedescended a step or two it was to discover the slim figure of the girl moving through the shad- ows toward the fireplace. He was unarmed, but as a matter of instinct he bade her stand where she was. He had till then seen her only vaguely; the figure he saw might have been that of a boy or a small man. But when she fled a shaft of moonlight caught her and he saw the fugitive was a girl. His pursuit was instant; he overtook her on the bank when she was racing toward its edge, ready to dive into the water below. He grappled her from behind, his arms encircling her waist, and her fingers gripped his wrists and fought to wrench them away. He had not yet recognized her, and in re- sisting her efforts at escape he tightened the band of his arms about her till she gasped for breath, surrendering. While he still encircled her she twisted to face him, and he uttered her name in an exclamation of astonishment and released his hold. She nodded up at him, laughing in a nervous fashion, “Yes, it’s me!”’ she confessed. Gregor had a sense of humor, and her sudden composure so close upon the heels of her desperate efforts to escape amused him. He laughed with her, even while he asked the first question that came to his lips. “What's it ali about?” She slapped her chest boastfully, affected a hoarse, deep voice. “I’m a bold, bad burglar,” she told him. He grinned amiably down at her. “It sounds like a joke,”” he commented. “You been burglarizing us?” “You bet you!” He had been careful in the beginning to get between her and the water; they stood so now, and his eyes ran shoreward without perceiving Creig. “Who with?” with you?” It was her reply to this question which Creig heard. She added whimsically, ‘‘ Don’t be hard on me, mister. I’m just a poor young burglar trying to get along.” He glanced at her costume. “] should think you'd need pockets to carry your loot,’”’ he remarked with mild amusement; and she flushed a little under his scrutiny, and laughed again. “Tt was too big,”’ she told him. sides, you frightened me away. He fumbled in the pockets of his bath robe, idly hoping to find a cigare tte. Lois seemed to shiver, and he said, ‘“ Here, put this around your shoulders. My pajamas are warmer than that bathing suit.” She was willing to seize the superiority of costume which the change would give, and she drew the heavy woolen fabric about her shoulders and sat down on the low parapet as though inviting him to talk it over. Gregor was willing. The moon was clear the night was aging. In an hour or two there would be a flush of dawn in the east. For the present he was well content with the scene and his companion. The dark water all about, reflecting moonlight from a thousand facets of its tumbling surface, stirred as though with life; and across the moon path to the westward the ripples marched in smooth array. The wind had long since died, the air moved only languidly to and fro, touching his cheek as lightly as the falling petal of a flower. “Let me in on the joke,” amiably She expounded, with a pointed forefinger, tapping her knee for emphasis. “Well, you see,” she told him, “while you were all talking at dinner about the brave things you would do if a burglar came, it occurred to me to wonder whether he asked. “Somebody ** And be- he suggested EVENING POST you would really do them. And I thought it would be fun to sneak over here and steal something just for a joke.” “Honestly?” he asked. She smiled impudently up at him. “Yes. Didn’t you think I had the nerve?”’ “I thought you had too much sense,”’ he replied frankly. Her eyes clouded angrily; then her ex- pression changed and grief and pity rode on her lips. “But I really did it to help you,” murmured affectedly. He grinned. “Don’t try to make a monkey out of me, young lady,” he said sternly. ‘You're pretty as the devil, and the moon is bright and all that; but, after all, you’re a prisoner at the bar. How did you expect it to help me?” “Why,” she explained, smiling again, ‘I thought you could write a story about it. Leading Actress Burglarized or something.”’ “We can find stories to print more easily and more conveniently,’’ he told her gravely. “T was going to take that big old crayon portrait that Mrs. Gavin likes 80, the one of Maddelin when she was a girl,’’ Lois went on more swiftly. “I wanted to take some- thing to show I could do it, and I thought it would be fun to take that. Then—don’t you see—you could say that the burglar was in love with Maddelin, because he had seen her on the stage, and just had to have one of her pictures or something.” “Any sensible burglar would prefer a memento of more value,”’ Gregor suggested gravely, and she made a face at him. don’t pretend to be sensible,’’ she replied. ‘Besides, men aren’t so awfully sensible themselves.” He nodded. “How did you get in?” he asked. did you get over from Grindstone? Creig, listening, waited in still apprehen- sion for her reply. “Swam,”’ she answered. “Your bathing suit isn’t wet,” minded her. “I didn’t want to be running around i ina wet bathing suit,’’ she replied. ‘‘ Be sensi- ble. I brought it over in the boat and left it here.” “IT don’t understand even yet,”’ he pro- tested with a sober face; and she said im- patiently, “I took the boat back and then swam over.” “But your bathing suit isn’t wet.” “It was lying on a rock over here all the time,” she cried, furious at his stupidity; and then by the twinkle in his eye perceived that he had not been sostupid asshe thought, and was more furious than ever; stamped her foot at him. Then, as he smiled, relented and laughed with him. He asked how she got into the house, and as he put the question he looked idly toward the big place on the hill above them. He was startled to see half a dozen lighted windows, and at his exclamation she also looked that way. The house was awake; in the silence of their first surprise they heard a loud and excited voice; and then a figure, moving hurriedly, appeared at the window of Madde lin’s dressing room. “Hullo!” Gregor ejaculated, and came to his feet. “What's up? Lois was suddenly frightened, her assurance left her. “They must have heard you,” he decided. Creig's attention had been so intently fastened on these two that the alarm in the house had escaped his notice. He turned now to look where they were looking, and at sight of the lighted windows forgot the necessity of putting a sea! upon Lois’ lips. Remembered only his own deadly peril and the necessity for instant escape. Gregor and Lois were coming toward him hurriedly. He slid to one side and down behind a bowlder there; heard Gregor say, “You skip on home and lielow. I won’t tell on you.”” Then they disappeared along the shore path toward the boathouse; ari Creig himself, as soon as they were gone, darted up the hill, making a circuit above the big house, intent only on eseaping. she “How he re- xIV REIG’S first thought was that he would swim back to Grindstone. Then he remembered the fact that his coat was in the dory, as well as the girl’s cape. The boat itself was dangerous evidence. It must be removed. Therefore, when he reached the tennis court and dashed across it and through the opening in the netting on the farther side, he swung to the left to find the path along the shore. He knew where it lay, but when he plunged into the February 25,1924 shadows under the spruces the darkness blinded him; stiff, dead twigs scratched at his bare arms and legs. A stub furrowed his scalp He clasped his arms across his face to protect it and stumbled onward, missing his footing, falling to one knee, recovering himself. For a little way the path came out along the edge of the rocks above the water, and here he went more swiftly. Then it dived into the woods again. He cringed at thought of facing the flagellating branches; turned to the water instead. It was impossible to wade along the rocky shore; but he got into greater depths and swam around the point and into the cove where the light dory lay. The salt water smarted in the many little cuts and scratches he had received; the tiny pains tortured his taut nerves so that he shuddered and fumbled about the simple matter of climbing into the boat and raising the anchor. Emerging from the water, he was suddenly very cold and he drew on his coat gratefully enough, then dragged Lois’ cape over his shoulders as well. The dory was drifting toward the farther angle of the cove; he set the muffled oars between the tholes and began-—-with some thought for silence—to row up the gut toward the landing on Grindstone. There was no longer any pressing need for haste. Five minutes would bring him to the landing—long before the first confu- sion, consequent upon the discovery that Maddelin was dead, could resolve itself into any ordered attempt at investigation. Five minutes more would see him safe in his own camp. Beyond that point his plans did not reach. In the boat now he relaxed, body and mind; a great depression set upon him. He was weak and sick and shaken. “Need a drink,’’ he muttered. what I need.” He tried to think what must be done between now and morning, what he should do tomorrow. Lois returned to his mind. It was absolutely essential that he make sure of her silence. Yet she hi id already committed herself, had already said she went to the island alone. No one need in- volve him unless she chose to say more than she had said. She was, he reminded him- self with satisfactior, a loyal young person; she would keep her tongue between her teeth. Then abruptly in his thoughts he found himself faced with the facts in plain words. He had murdered Maddelin, and in the morning Lois would know that he had murdered Maddelin. So soon as he put the matter in this wise, his own peril became plain. For Lois, under those circumstances, could never keep silence—not of her own accord —not unless it were forced upon her. He tried to think of a means to compel her. His racing thoughts tested a dozen possibilities inherent in the situation as it stood; but none of them seemed to offer him a chance. He could not, to any pur- pose, threaten to implicate her; Gregor already knew what her part in the affair had been. Creig cursed Gregor. Why could not that young man have slept as soundly as the others in the house? If he had, if Creig had come downstairs and found Lois waiting for him His fingers tightened on the oars at thought of what he would in that case have done. Creig was a man whose worst impulses were loosed. He who has killed and faces detec tion, unless he deceives himself with hope of acquittal, must be free of every inhibition, of every social bond. Outside the pale, he need consider no conventions, obey neither moral nor statutory law. He has nothing to lose, and life itself to gain. This was Creig’s estate as he rowed toward the landing on Grindstone. His thoughts dodged to and fro, seeking a way out of the trap into which he had fallen; and he found every escape barred by the plain fact that in the morning Lois would know he had killed Maddelin. He had forgotten hearing Gregor bid her go home until he saw the dark gleam of her bathing cap in the water to one side of him; saw her white arms and swing and dip in a steady trudge. Her face was buried in the water, turned sidewise with every stroke so that she might breathe. She had not seen him, and her course would bring her to the boat’s very side. He rested on his oars as she came nearer. The man was trembling with uncertainty. He might seize this opportunity to be rid of her forever. A blow on the head, a bit of the anchor line and a rock from the shore. They would never even know where she had gone; must suppose—if Gregor told the truth—that she had been Continued on Page 89 ‘That's rise seized by

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| | i ! (Continued from Page 84) cramps on the homeward swim. Creig’s teeth set and he lifted one of the heavy ash oars and poised it in his hand. She was within ten feet of the boat when the other oar started to slip through the tholes into the water. Automatically, Creig grabbed to catch it, and it clattered against the gunwale. The girl heard the sound and lifted her head and saw Creig here just before her; and she said softly, “Oh, is that you?” He dared'not strike. She would see the lifted oar," would have time to scream or dodge. She was already reaching out for the gunwale, lifting herself smoothly as a seal over the stern. Her slim body was so graceful and fine, so soft and fragile. His eyes fastened on her and he licked his lips, unable to speak. His stare made her un- comfortable and she held out her hand. ‘My cape, please,” she directed. ‘I’m cold.” He took it from his shoulders to hand it to her; thought of throwing it over her head and smothering her outcries while his fingers cut into her soft throat. But the thought did not take shape in time to harden into resolution before she took the cape and drew it about her. He nodded grimly. Time enough after they were ashore. “What happened to you?” she asked. ‘Dick Gregor heard me and caught me, but I told him I was alone.” He nodded, said hoarsely, to have waited.” “I didn’t tell him you were along,’’ she reminded him. He mumbled his thanks. There was no longer any gayety in the girl. She was tired, her nerves relaxed. “Well, it didn’t work out quite as we thought, did it?”’ “You ought INO. He felt an insane desire to scream at her, chattering her inanities when he had killed a woman. “T guess you have to learn the burglar trade from the ground up,”’ she decided philosophically. They touched the landing stage and she stepped ashore. Painter in hand, he followed her. A loop of the rope about her neck “Haul the dory out of the water, won't you?”’ she suggested. He obeyed automatically. When he turned again she had climbed to the level ground above and lifted her hand in farewell. Good night,” she called. He tried to leap after her, but he was uddenly conscious of the fact that the moon was very bright—that from the win- dows of the Ridgely cottage he might be seen; that he would even, in the moonlight, be visible to a keen eye on the veranda over on Old Hump. Lois went up the path at a swift run, without looking behind he r; and Creig watched her go, a baffled ma lignanecy in his bearing. When she disap- peared he turned almost stolidly along the way toward his own camp. Through the spruces he hurried his —. He wanted a drink badly, and even before light ing the lamp he found the bottle and lifted it to his mouth while the raw stuff ran down his throat. Almost at once he felt stronger and more composed. From his open door he could see the big house on Old Hump, could see the brightly lighted windows. His lip curled confidently. His fear was becoming dulled; he felt vaguely that he could meet the situa tion. He lifted the bottle again, then took off his wet bathing suit and found a towel and, putting on his pajamas, lay down on the bed. Creig had the creative imagination; had also the technical trick of seeing drama in the meanest event. He found himself reflecting, at first with a dispassionate in terest and then with increasing bitterness, upon the overturn in his affairs within the twelve hours gone. It was just about twelve hours ago that he had begun to read 1¢ play to Maddelin. Then he was serene in the certainty that she would approve of it, counting without misgivings upon the fortune it would bring him, upon the imme- diate advance which would relieve his present necessities. He had been as full of triumph as though the play were already a success upon the boards. Now the play was ashes, Maddelin was dead, himself had killed her; and in the morning Lois would know. He twisted and turned, writhing in the torment of his own thoughts, weak with elf-pity, crying out against the luck that had failed him and brought down all the structure of his hopes in ruin and despair. But again and again the thought as saulted him that Lois would know he had killed Maddelin. He tried to argue it away. She could not be sure. She only knew that he had left her, gone upstairs. How could they prove he had done it? No one had seen him in her room. Finger prints? There would be no finger-print experts in this re- mote locality. What other proof might they find? He remembered the shattered bottle; but after all, that had belonged to her hus- band, not to him. They might as readily suspect Doctor Paugh. The thought cen- tered his attention; he considered it; re- membered that Paugh loved Carolyn Ridgely; would marry her if he were free. Motive enough, perhaps. He could at least divert suspicion from himself. Suppose he came to Lois in the morning and told her, “Paugh has murdered Maddelin.” He might even assert that he had seen Paugh in his wife’s room, or seen him enter. He could no longer lie still; and eventually he rose and dressed himself, dropping Madde- lin’s pistol in his pocket. Before he was done, the bottle was empty. When he stepped out of doors the big house across the water was still lighted. He hurried through the path to the Ridgely landing. A lighted window there too. Lois, long getting to bed, no doubt. He was gaining confidence with every step; felt assured now that he could thrust on Doctor Paugh’s shoulders the onus of the crime. He slid the dory recklessly into the water, remembered to strip the muffling canvas off the oars and toss it overboard, then rowed quickly across to the other island. He had to account for his presence here at this hour, and on the way up the path shaped what he would say. In the big hall he found Gavin and young Gregor. Gregor was fully dressed now; the older man in a bath robe. At Creig’s step they looked toward the door in surprise. He met their eyes firmly, asked in a steady voice, “Something wrong over here? I saw the house all lighted up.” For a moment neither of them spoke. Then Gregor said dryly, ‘‘ Yes, something wrong.” Gavin took a step toward Creig, his hand outstretched appealingly, and Creig saw tears on his cheeks. *Maddelin’s dead!" the old man cried. ‘“*She’s dead!” ‘Dead?”’ Creig ejaculated. ‘‘Why, she wasn’t even sick!” *‘Murdered!”’ the dead woman's father explained. “‘Someone brokeintothe house.” He pointed toward the mantel. ‘They tried to get into the safe there.’’ Creig saw that where the crayon portrait had hung : safe was indeed set into the wall ‘Ar d they went to her room, chloroformed her. She’s dead.”’ The man seemed to have aged in the night, seemed immeasurably older Gregor put an arm about his shoulder said gently, ““Come now, brace up, Mr. Gavin. No use breaking down now.” ‘Did you send for the police?” Gavin begged ‘Did you send word?” Gregor nodded, while Creig felt a cold grip at his heart * Gregor said. ‘“* Yes; t Jenkins in the motorboat.”’ He made Gavin sit down Creig asked abruptly, “‘Where is she?” “In her room,”’ Gregor said “Mr Gavin and Doctor Paugh are there ‘I'll go up,” Creig suggested, his voice hushed Gavin rose to follow, insisted, ‘* Yes, y I'll go too. I must.’”’ Gregor assented help lessly and the three men climbed the stairs together, Gavin in,the lead. Servants stood whispering in the hall. The door of Mad- delin’s room was open. They went in Monica Betts, grim countenance wet with tears, was putting the disordered place to rights. At sight of the room Creig uttered a surprised ejaculation “Searched every spot here and in the other room,” Gregor told him steadily ‘And all the time the jewel box was right beside her pillow, wrapped in a towel.” Creig felt a nauseous twinge. He must have overlooked the white thing in the hadows there by Maddelin’s head. His accursed ill luck again. He had not even that to show for what he had done Gregor’s eyes were on him, and he said uncertainly, “They wrecked this room.’ “One man,” Gregor replied. Creig looked at him, startled. “One man couldn’t do all this,’’ he pro- tested. ‘The doors were locked,” plained. “He crawled along the window ledge. Got in a window.” regor eX- THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Creig turned away to hide his face from the other, stepped toward the door of Maddelin’s bedroom. Mrs. Gavin was busy there beside the bed, smoothing the coverlet, her face grim. Paugh stood by the window, looking out, still and inatten- tive. He turned at Creig’s step and nodded idly. Creig felt someone behind him and moved aside to let Monica pass through into the room. She knelt to restore the tumbled linen by the chest at the bed foot, and Paugh said nervously, “Can't you let that alone now?” The woman raised a grim face to look at him. “If you'd been her true husband, you'd have been here to protect her,” she told him. She had their instant attention, while silence held them all. Gregor started to protest, but Paugh said gently, “It's only her devotion and her grief speaking, Gregor.” “You left her crying last night,’’ Monica insisted. ‘She begged you on her knees, and you put her away and left her to tears.” Paugh hesitated, then seemed to feel called upon to explain. “*Maddelin wanted to be reconciled,” he said slowly. ‘You all know we have lived long apart. I had been patient with her wished to be. But she asked too much; I was forced to refuse.”’ Creig, eye glancing from face to face, saw the anger in Mrs. Gavin's eyes; saw the indignation in the countenance of Gavin himself. Monica was glaring at Paugh. He judged the time was right, said slowly, “T noticed a bottle of chloroform in your bag, Paugh, when I opened it downstairs yesterday afternoon.’ He was satisfied with the effect of this announcement. The silence became tense as a taut wire, and Paugh stood like a man turned to stone. xv NTO the little room from the window behind Doctor Paugh wandered a faint, damp current of cool air; one of those va grant breaths which are abroad in the hours before dawn, as though set moving by the beat and stroke of a passing wing Mrs. Gavin did not like night air: she broke the silence by saying sharply, “ Pull down the window behind him; the room is cold.” The fact that she thus spoke of her son- in-law in the third person seemed in a curi ously definite fashion to set him apart, to isolate him. Gregor obeyed her command, crossed in a matter-of-fact way and lowered the window He remained beside it, his shoulder leaning against the wall. Paugh, who had at first fixed his eyes on Creig with a s¢ rutiny which the other found di turbing, turned at Mrs. Gavin's remark a though he would have resented its manner Instead, a faint smile curled his lips, a though his cheek was pale He said quietly, addressing Creig, “I have a bottle of chloroform in my bag ‘You had,” Creig corrected. ‘Are sure you still have?” Doctor Paugl hesitated, | eyes ildly amused, his mouth stern ‘Are you suggesting that I killed my wi / idl he inquired gently. ;regor, surprisingly enough, replied, ‘Not at all, sir.’ Creig on his part did not reply in words; his gesture was eloquent Mr Gavin stood erect and cold, accusa tion in her very posture; and her husband seemed to huddle at her side in doubt and perturbation They had all ay ge Monica who, or her knees by the chest at the foot of the bed where her rte aad lay, suggested graven figure of devotion. But she came to her feet now and leveled a long and bony nger at Doctor Paugh and said in hars! and broken tones, “I believe you'd do it! I believe you'd do it!” His eyes met her and her voice rose. “‘ Yes, you can look at me! I know you! I’ve been beside her night and day for better than twelve year now, and I’ve seen you with her You hould have stayed with her. What if s was wild? She was only a girl, anyways You were older and you should have beer wiser. But you could only be hard and cold and bitter. Yes, I believe you could do it If you wal ted to, you could But God knows why you should ever want to hurt my poor lady!” She broke off in ejaculations, half sen- tences, grief-stricken and forlorr Mr Gavin said coldly, ‘‘ You may go, Monica.”’ Her husband had more sympathy; he too had loved his daughter. He took the woman by the arm and they went together from ‘Drink i i throug Stone's Sanitary Straws

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I had some chloro- form in my bag.” “‘Let’s have a look,’’ Creig prompted; and Paugh nodded and led the way, the others following, through Maddelin’s dress- ing room and into the hall. Only Mrs. Gavin stayed behind in the room, now very still. The footsteps of the men echoed along hall, became muffled, ceased. She | heard the opening of a distant door. In Paugh’s dressing room Gregor and | Creig stood by while the doctor lifted his | while he fumbled among its contents. | ie | it possible, | Creig met the other’s eyes squarely. you yourself said a few moments ago that I could have no reason for wishing her They waited After then he bag to the table and opened it. a moment his hands became still; turned to face them. “You were right, Creig,’ “T had it. I haven’t it now.’ Gregor asked, ‘‘It’s gone?” "Te." Cre sig interjected, “‘ What became of it?" “T have not ope ned the bag since leaving Boston, You opened it downstairs yester- day afternoon, but I did not happen to see this particular bottle at that time.” “Probably,’’ Creig suggested in a tone without a hint of sarcasm-—‘“ probably the burglar rummaged it out when he came upstairs. Young Gregor said mildly, ‘“‘ Perhaps he broke his own.’” Both men looked at him, and he explained in an innocent tone, “I saw a broken chloroform bottle a while ago.”’ It was Creig who put the question. **Where?”’ Gregor explained. “When I first went to Maddelin’s room,’ he said, ‘I was not quite so excited as some of you. I noticed the open window, and I heard Monica say the door had been locked. It occurred to me that someone might have mounted to the window by way of a ladder, so I went out to see. There were no marks of a ladder on the rock below the window, but there were fragments of a broken bot- tle. The label, pasted on, held two or three of the pieces together.’’ He hesitated, then added, “I picked up the pieces —kept them.’ He turned toward Doctor Paugh. “Think you'd recognize your bottle?” The doctor shook his head. ‘Thousands like it.” “So,”’ Gregor repeated, ‘it is possible our visitor came prepared, but dropped his bottle and broke it and had to come and get yours.” Paugh made an impatient gest ure. “How could he know I had one? ‘It’s fair to assume he knew you were here, and knew you were a doctor. He might have searched on the chance of suc- cess,” Creig, while their attention was upon this conversation, had time to collect his resources, recover his courage. “See here,”’ he said flatly, ‘“‘what’s the use of dodging around? You know that’s a thin guess, Gregor. You know Paugh had the bottle, had the drug. No one else knew it was in his bag.” “Why, you knew,” mildly, “Yes, of course,”’ Creig replied. He had expected this suggestion. ‘“‘But I wasn’t even here. I was at home and in bed.” Paugh interrupted in a tone faintly im- patient. ‘“‘Let’s speak plainly,” he suggested. ““You appear to believe, or at least to think that I murdered my wife.” “But ’ he said slowly; Gregor reminded him dead.” He hesitated. ‘‘Is it possible you put any weight in what the maid said of our interview last night? I stated the facts. Maddelin wished to propose a reconcilia- tion. You know how impossible that was.” There was no accusation in his tone, | rather a recognition of a fact long accepted. But Creig chose to challenge him. “How do I know?” “She had preferred you to me,”” Paugh replied, a curious gentleness in his tones. Creig laughed harshly, glancing toward Gregor. EVENING POST “Since we're airing secrets,”’ he said angrily, ‘I'll air one. You did wish Mad- delin dead. You and Carolyn Ridgely had reason to wish it.” Paugh for an instant lost his self-control; his hand lifted menacingly; he took a step toward the other. “Be still!’’ he cried. Creig shook his head. “Don’t be dramatic,’ he urged. “I’m not spreading scandal. We're three grown men, and Gregor has a right to know the facts as we know them. He represents, to a certain extent, public opinion.” He caught himself. Gavin appeared at the door and joined them. The three men looked at him inquiringly, and he said to Gregor, ‘‘Mrs. Gavin wants to speak with you in Maddelin’s bedroom.” Gregor nodded and went quietly out. Creig stood uncertainly; but Paugh said, ‘I’m glad you came, Mr. Gavin. Creig has flatly accused me of killing my wife. He is about to tell why he thinks I did it.” Gavin—the old man was uncertain and broken—looked from one to the other. “Why?” he asked. ‘‘ What is it?” Creig laughed. “All right,’”’ he said, know it to be true: Doctor Paugh met Carolyn Ridgely in France. They were often together; they became attached to each other; he went so far as to tell her that he loved her, and she confessed she loved him.”” Gavin stared uncertainly at Paugh. Creig went on: ‘‘Oh, they were the height of honor and all that. Paugh told her he was separated from his wife— with- out naming his wife. He said he expected to be free. She returned to this country before he did, but after his return he saw Maddelin and she would not let him go. He and Miss Ridgely decided to give up their hopes, to do the noble thing. I happen to know that she has been idealizing him, honoring him in her thoughts ever since. I told Maddelin this and she sent for him to tease him, to bring them together and have sport with them. That's why he is here; that’s why they quarreled last night.’’ He flung his hand at Paugh accusingly. ‘‘ And I believe that’s why he killed her!” The room rang with his words. Paugh stood with head a little bowed, his eyes full of sorrow. Gregor appeared in the door, but none of them marked the curious alert- ness in his eyes. He came in, leaving the door open. Paugh looked toward him, and after a moment said evenly: “I'll summarize what was said while you were gone, Gregor. It’s true enough, so far as it goes. I met Carolyn Ridgely in France; we love each other. Maddelin had refused to divorce me, and I had a certain scruple against divorcing her against her will. She wished—from pure malice, I be- lieve —to hold me. Creig believes | killed her rather than divorce her.” “T believe she got you mad, stirred that cold temper of yours,’’ Creig corrected. “I believe you came back to your room and nursed your grudge for an hour, and finally crept out to her room.’ Gavin protested weakly, seem possible, Creig.” C reig laughed. “Possible? Look at him! Can't you see he’d kill me right now if he dared?” Gregor said nothing, but he moved in- conspicuously across the room till he stood near Creig. There was a little silence. Then Paugh sighed as though with weari- ness, and he said slowly, “I suppose you will expect me to submit to arrest.’ Before anyone could answer, a sound at the door drew their eyes that way, and Creig’s heart pounded in his throat. For Mrs. Gavin cume in, and with her Carolyn and Lois. Lois, he saw, had been weeping. He made her a fierce gesture, commanding silence. Carolyn drifted to Paugh’s side, and she said quietly, “I have been listening, my dear, and I am not afraid.” He touched her hand, ignoring them all; and he asked solicitously, ‘‘What brings you, Carolyn?” " My little sister,” she replied. ‘Lois has been unwise. She came here tonight, crept in, planning a joke; but the joke has turned out badly.” Paugh and Mr. Gavin looked at her in bewilderment; and after a moment Caro- lyn said, “She did not come alone.” They swung to face Lois then; she looked up and met Creig’s eye. He was stark and white and passion shook him; but she lifted her head courageously. “‘here’s the fact. I “It doesn't February 25,1924 “T came with him,” she said, her eyes on Creig. ‘‘He left me in the library, came upstairs. I followed a little way and I saw him come out of this Toom and climb through a window Creig cried desperate Ay, she saw! I saw him too! But when he looked about he saw blank incredulity in each countenance, and Paugh took a swift step toward him, and another. Panic drove alli caution from Creig’s mind, disaster overwhelmed him. He wrenched the pistol frorn his pocket. But Gregor was watching and ready; he pinned Creig’s arms from behind. As Paugh leaped the weapon exploded and the doctor tripped in a heap at Creig’s feet. Then with the strength of desperation Creig wrenched free of Gregor’s grip. In his charge toward the door he brushed against Lois, sent her whirling and crashing against the wall. Then through the hall, and away. Even as he fled he realized that Gregor had torn the pistol from his hand. And even as he fled he heard Gregor’s feet in swift pursuit. “It was Paugh ” xvi REIG’S flight was utterly unreasoning and blind. In that moment of the destruction of the fabric he had sought to weave about Paugh, in that moment when he heard himself so damningly accused, all power of thought deserted him; his trem- bling legs wrenched him into flight almost without his own volition. Not till it was too late did he understand that flight itself was confession, complete and absolute; that he was now irrevocably lost—lost un- less he could escape. To run was a step in the direction of escape; by running he eluded immedi- ate capture. But—where was he to run? Save for Grindstone, there was no island near Old Hump; the mainland was half a dozen miles away to the north, a narrow and deserted neck of land. A fast power boat might have served him, but there was none available. Nevertheless, he must get off the island or be captured; so even before he reached the lower hall he mentally shaped his course for the boathouse. If some miracle would but delay pursuit a minute or two, he might have time to seize a boat and put the island behind him. He came out of the door to the veranda and faced the dawn. Low along the horizon east and north, behind the sprawling bulk of Mount Desert Island, a line of gray was assuming hues of orange and of crimson. The nearer sea lay oily and drift strewn; the tide was slack so that not even its current disturbed the waters; and the little wind that blows before the dawn had ceased half an hour before. Out of the shadows which still lay along the water all about came to him the popping exhausts of scores of motorboats—lobster fishermen departing early to pull their pots and be done before the wind should freshen. Even in the in- stant of his leap across the veranda from door to steps, his eyes caught a stir on the oily water off the island where a porpoise rolled its black back out to breathe. A gull on silent wing came out of the gray dawn to the north and passed overhead. He saw that the sun would rise clear; the reddening eastern sky was, he knew, a presage of bad weather, and he cursed his luck because there was this day no morning fog. Fog would have increased his chances of escape a hundredfold. As it was, a man from the water tower atop Old Hump could follow the course of a boat for miles. Creig did not pause for these medita- tions. They occupied, in their passage through his mind, no more than an instant’s time. His mental capacity was such that he saw things not singly or in order, but as a whole. This was the terror which over- whelmed him now—the fact that all the hopelessness of his present plight was plain to him. There was so little he could do. Nevertheless, leaping down the steps, he sped straight along the path that led to the shore and so to the boathouse. He heard a low exclamation and the scramble of a fall behind him; and looking over his shoulder saw that Gregor, attempting to take the steps at one jump, had fallen forward on his face. The young man lay still for an instant; sat up slowly as though half stunned. Then he got to his feet with un- certain movements and looked about him gropingly, and Creig guessed that the pistol had fallen from his hand. He had a mo- mentary impulse to turn back and fight, but fear had by this time so possessed him that he was helpless in its grip, could orty flee. (Continued on Page 92)

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Jenkins seemed just landing from a motor- boat that was hidden by the boathouse; and Creig swerved instantly uphill, away from the path and into the shrubbery. After a dozen steps he paused, gasping for breath; and he heard Gregor run past along the path and heard him shout to Jenkins ahead. Creig was grateful for this momentary relief. He was heavy and soft with years of easy living, in no condition to run for his life as he was running now. He made his way, at the best pace he could muster, up the hill toward the tennis court. As he ran, he could hear Gregor shouting some instruction to Jenkins. Creig thought of swimming across to Grindstone | if he could reach the water unobserved. He | worked swiftly through the shrubs in that direction, but when he came out behind the tennis court and could see down into the gut he discovered that Jenkins, in the motorboat, was heading out from the land- ing stage. Gregor must have anticipated such an attempt, must have set Jenkins to guard the passage. Creig had a moment’s furious impulse to turn back and kill Gregor with his hands; *augh was disabled, he reminded himself. He had seen the man fall at his shot. Jen- kins was on the water. There remained only old Gavin and Gregor on the island and fit to fight. With the pistol, he might so easily have dominated the situation even now. But Gregor had the pistol. He must have found it, even in the uncertain light, before he continued the pursuit. Creig would have risked a bullet if Gregor had come up with him just then; but Gregor did not appear, and Creig could not muster resolu- tion to go seek for him and charge into the mouth of the gun, to get his hands upon the young man. He crouched among the shrubs, his des- perate thoughts racing, seeking some ave- nue which might give a chance of safety. He was penned on the island securely enough. But he was still free, hampered by no bonds; and so long as he could cling to this precarious freedom there was a chance for him. The light was growing stronger. In a little while the search for him must be- come so intense he could not escape it where he was. The police would be coming. A secure hiding place, till darkness should come again, might give him a chance. He realized at once that he might well hope to hide successfully for the space of the coming day in the spruce woods which covered one end of the island. These woods were several acres in extent; he knew well that they were tangled and dense. If a man but found shelter within them, and chose his spot well, and lay still, then searchers might pass within six feet of him in vain. But to get into the woods he must move quickly. Where he crouched, the steep wall of the abandoned quarry lay between him and this temporary refuge; he must go down toward the shore in order to reach the paths that led into the wood. He rose and started that way. But as soon as he did so he was forced to emerge into the open; and Gregor instantly appeared at the foot of the path, between him and the way to the brief sanctuary he craved, Creig hesitated, trying to force himself to attack Gregor and break past him; but the young man bounded up the path toward him so relentlessly that Creig’s courage failed; he turned again to run— to run blindly, uphill. When he had gone a little way he remembered that, if he crossed the top of Old Hump and came down on the other side to the farther shore, he might still get to the woods. Gregor was gaining scarce fifty yards away. Creig labored des- perately up the hill and his overburdened heart pounded in his breast. He saw the water tower ahead, and wel- comed it as the end of the climb which was torturing him. But at the same time he saw —and panic swept him at the sight Paugh coming up the hill on the other side; Paugh, running-—running with a slight limp, yet running nevertheless. Gregor saw him, too, and yelled a warning, and Paugh swung to cut Creig off. Lois was be- hind Paugh, Creig perceived. She ran lightly and easily as a boy, and her face was white in the dawn. Then even old Gavin lumbered up the hill. He bore a brass-handled fire hook in his hands, bran- dishing it as a weapon, shouting defiance EVENING POST when he saw Creig. Damn them, were they all coming after him? He must pass Paugh. He tried for greater speed. But after a stride or two, he saw the other would intercept him, block his way. Before he could fight past, Gregor would be upon his heels. He stopped dead, crouch- ing, eyes twitching right and left. To the left, down the hill, the big hquse itself shut him in. If he went in that direction he must be captured. To the right the great pit of the quarry cleft the earth. His eyes, dart- ing that way, saw that the water tower was not set exactly upon the rim of the quarry. A narrow ledge lay between. He might pass through there and escape to the other side. He swung into this angle between the curved wall of the round tower and the fence, built of iron piping, which protected the lip of the quarry. The fence was built into the structure of the tower. He leaped over it, holding to it with one hand; saw then thatthe way between the tower wall and the quarry’s brink pinched out to a scant six inches. The wall seemed almost to overhang. He could never pass. Gregor was not ten yards away. Creig flung a desperate glance over his shoulder. He stood upon the very lip of the quarry, clinging to the iron pipes of the fence. His eyes dived into the great pit below him, fastened on a ledge perhaps three feet wide and twice as many below where he stood. In another instant Gregor’s hands would have reached his, Gregor’s fingers would have clutched his arms. He lowered him- self, dropped a few inches, fell to his knees on the broad ledge. Gregor, overhead, his weapon ready, cried pantingly, “‘You’re done! Come out of there!” Creig abruptly laughed, and his laugh was terrible. He was insane with the re- action, insane with relief because he was still free. The threat of the pistol did not move him. An instant before there had seemed no hope of escape; now he was out of Gregor’s hands and he was sure the young man would not shoot. Not six feet sepa- rated them, but Gregor would scarce dare come down here lest they both topple into the gulf below. Creig perceived this and flung his taunt in Gregor’s teeth. “Come fetch me!”’ he cried. Instantly Gregor threw a leg over the rail and Creig stiffened; but Lois threw herself upon Gregor, her arms around him, clinging to him desperately. “No, Dick, no!” she mustn’t go!” She stared down at Creig in horror, and Creig laughed derisively at them both. Gregor tried to put her off. His hands were gentle, but his tone was firm. “Please, Lois,’’ he begged. “*He’ll throw you down! I won't let you go!” she cried. Creig saw that she was weeping; and Gregor abruptly seemed to perceive this, too, for he said in a tone of wonder, ‘Why, Lois dear!” Her arms were around his neck; Creig laughed again. The young fools! Lost in each other there, while he eluded them! For he saw a way to elude them. His eyes, flitting along the granite wall, saw that it was not actually perpendicular, though from above it seemed to be. He discovered jutting shelves here and there where blocks had been removed—cracks and ledges and many inequalities. He was able, even from where he crouched, to pick out a course diagonally forward and down- ward for two or three rods. If he could go that far he might go farther, and if he could reach the bottom the cover of the thick young spruce would be within his reach. He crawled forward, sat on the edge of the ledge, reached down with his foot to the one below and thus began his descent. Lois and Gregor, lost in their mutual discovery, failed to see what he was about; but Paugh and Gavin came to their side and saw, and Paugh uttered an exclama- tion which drew their eyes. Gregor lifted the gun again, but Paugh touched his arm restrainingly. “He can’t get away,”’ he said assuringly. “Don't lose your head.” cried. “You February 25,1924 “T want to get hold of him!’ Gregor cried. “‘I want to get my hands on him!” Paugh caught his eyes. “My claim upon him is surely as strong as yours,” he urged; and Gregor, a little ashamed, nodded his consent. The old man beside them exclaimed pite- ously, “Boys, boys, he’s getting away!” But Paugh spoke to him gently. “He can’t get off the island,” he said. A shadow moved behind them, and Paugh turned and saw Carolyn. She came to his side. They were all silent then, and Gregor’s arm encircled Lois’ shoulders while they watched Creig’s progress. He had gone forward perhaps fifty feet, down- ward much less; and he turned to wave a derisive hand in triumph. A madness was upon him; he seemed to move as assuredly against the face of the quarry wall as might a fly. Speech left them, and once Lois shuddered and shut her eyes. But the others watched steadily and gravely. Only Gregor was uneasy. He asked Paugh once, “Don’t you think I could cut him off below?” Paugh said only, ‘‘ Look!” They saw that Creig had dropped on his face along a ledge and was wriggling side- wise, preparing to lower himself by his hands to a narrower one below. He man- aged the maneuver, hung by his finger tips, his toes just touching, and let go—caught perfect balance on the narrow footing. But this ledge on which Creig now stood was in fact the upper edge of a flat slab perhaps a dozen feet across, and a foot to two feet thick, which had been loosened in the progress of the working of the quarry. A crack had been formed behind it. In this, each winter, water had collected and frozen, wedging the slab farther and farther from its precarious equilibrium. The process of its overthrow must have been well-nigh completed before the slight jar of Creig’s weight turned the scale. The watchers above had their first warn- ing when they saw Creig’s desperate fingers reaching to regain the hold they had aban- doned. Only then they perceived that the great slab was tilting slowly outward from the wall. Its movement was scarce per- ceptible; but that it moved at all was a terrible thing to see. It moved an inch, three inches, as slowly and as smoothly and as relentlessly as the fates about their tasks. And at first Creig’s finger tips almost touched the hold they had loosed, and then the gap became wider, and then his foot slipped a little and they thought he had fallen. No sound came from him. He worked to the end, in a desperate and silent fury, fighting to save himself; was down now on hands and knees, astride the top of the huge slab, which, on its lower edge as on a hinge, swung indolently outward. They saw Creig fling himself between the slab and the wall from which it fell away. He disappeared from their sight for an in- stant, then appeared again. The man had by a superhuman effort succeeded in get- ting a grip on the lower edge of the slab as in its fall this edge became the upper one. They saw his body spread flat upon the stone, his arms hooked over the edge, his feet working as do the feet of one who seeks to climb. But he could get no grip on the smooth granite. Then the huge slab struck a jutting corner of the wall and turned over like a falling leaf and his body was dislodged. They had an instant’s glimpse of it, falling as an empty garment falls with fluttering arms and legs, before the wide slab inter- posed between, and they saw Creig no more. From the dark pool into which the stone fell white water rose indolently upward and upward till it seemed likely to reach the spot where they stood, then settled down again with a soft plashing as of falling rain. Waves splashed against the rocks about the pool, became less, became mere ripples, and were still. Only in that depth a little cool current of air stirred the surface with a gentle hand. Those beside the water tower above turned one by one away. As they turned, it was to face the newly risen sun, hanging like a burning copper ball against the dull copper of the sky. For a time there was no speech between them, but by his side Gregor felt- Lois shudder and sob. His arm across her shoulder seemed to comfort her. Paugh and Carolyn followed them down the hill. Only old Dan Gavin stayed behind, watching the placid surface of the quarry pool till he was sure Creig would never re- appear. (THE END)

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“T’ve left word, if you don’t mind, that we're not to be interrupted by anything until you ring.” Mr. Hamilton's nearsightedness became more so. He regarded Benjamin with some- thing approximating a scowl “All right,’’ he said in his growling voice. “But why?” Benjamin seated himself across from his associate and cleared his throat. Now that the moment had come, he was in no hurry to rush it. He told himself this was one of those times worth a lifetime of waiting for And unexpectedly he remembered the day that he had sat in this selfsame chair and asked Mr. Hamilton for a job! As the memory flooded his consciousness, it seemed to him incredible that that was thirty years ago; as if it were yesterday, he remembered the reception that he had had. “Knew your father,” the old man had said; but he had seemed much older to him then, Benjamin reflected surprisedly, than he did today, with thirty years added to his age; ‘‘knew your father. Yes, I'll find a place for you. Know anything?” Benjamin had forgotten what answer he made to that question; but it pleased him to realize quite definitely today that he did not know anything. It had taken him thirty years to learn that. But it was worth the learning. And then he pulled himself up; he must say what it was he had to say and be gone. Sicily, the blue Mediter- ranean, and warm sand sifting through his vo ae But he had already begun to speak; he caught up with himself only when he was midway in his first announcement: ‘I’m resigning my position with you, Mr Hamilton, today. Sorry if the shortness of notice inconveniences. I shall, of course, refund my last month’s salary, the reverse of which has alway s been your policy in get ting rid of men on short notice.” He stopped at that and studied the ex pression on Mr. Hamilton’s face The shortsightedness had magically cleared, the eyes that looked at him were sharp with vi sion, With a fire scorching in quality Finally a voice said, and Benjamin a sumed it was Mr. Hamilton’s, although there was nothing in it by which to recog nize it, “This is the damnedest foolishness l ever heard of! Of course you can’t resign today —or any time at all. What do you think will become of things in your de partments?” he qualitied, fearful, Benjamir decided, that he had said too much Benjamin shrugged slowly and did not answer. Mr. Hamilton leaned forward ur til he was almost doubled over the width the table that separated them “Why are you suggesting such a thing Sut he did not wait for an answer. Instead he rose, brokenly Benjamin noted unmoved and shambled round the angle of the table to put his hand on Benjamin's shoulder ‘Tell me what's wrong, old fellow; we'll se« what's to be done.”’ Benjamin, with a faint slipping gesture shook off the hand upon his shoulder The he stood up *T shall not, I think, go into the reas for my decision, Mr. Hamilton. And I sha insist that you accept what I have said as unalterable. I have already cleared n desk. But I shall be glad to stay the rest the day, if you wish, to instruct anyone whom you decide to put in my pl ‘ The old man had fallen back a step or two, and stood: leaning against the table and breathing hard, while the nearsighted ness Came again into his eyes When he had gained breath -and with surprise Benjamir ized he had been on the point of crying he said, ‘‘What you have just said to me is ir comprehensible, after all the years you've been with us. Afterall I have done for you, to desert in this manner is an outrageous thing knowing as you do that my son is a young man and new to the business.” Benjamin said, “Your son, I think, hardly enters into my calculations. If you had asked me, I should have advised against your putting him over the men who have been with you for numbers of years. But your judgment was different - He stopped at the change that was come upon the man who leaned so heavily on the table edge. “Benjamin,” he said, breathing heavily “Tl was wrong; you deserve the vice presi dency instead of Reid. I'll see to it as soon as possible,” ‘ontrol of | THE SATURDAY EVENING POST FEAR Continued from Page § Benjamin stiffened at the old man’s words. He was sorry the thing had been said between them. The course he would have taken was more dignified. It occurred to him that some such slip invariably spoils one’s attempts at dramatics. He heard himself saying, ‘‘My decision remains as I have announced it to you. Any further discussion is a mere waste of your always valuable time.”’ He held out his hand across the angle of the table. For an instant Mr. Hamilton seemed on the point of grasping it, but in the end he withdrew his outthrust fingers and shook his head. *‘Damned nonsense,” he muttered as Benjamin left the room. Returned to his own desk, Benjamin rang for his secretary and told her to inform Mr, Hamilton that he would wait until two o'clock in case there was any way he could be of service As Benjamin approached his golf club, he saw a group of caddies about the caddie house, toying in their accustomed manner with the clubs they had appropriated or stolen from members. The boy who habit- ually carried his clubs came forward at once wearing his slightly sheepish grin. “Day, Mr. Sheldon,” he muttered. “Go- ing out?” Benjamin shook his head. Unexpectedly a desire seized him to give the lad a present; almost a suffocating tenderness smote him. It occurred to him he would like to say some- thing fatherly and splendid to this ragged urchin, something he would treasure and remember all his life. What he said was, ‘‘ Not going round to day, Jimmy. How'd you like to try my clubs yourself?’’ At the boy’s glance of in- credulity, Benjamin managed a_ smile “Truth is, Jimmy, I’m going out of town for a while. Thought I'd get some new clubs while I'm away. It'll help me out in locker space if you could keep my old ones for me use them, you know ~— improve your game,” ‘Gee, yes!" the lad stammered in the urprise of his good luck. “‘Gee, yes, I'll keep ‘em for you, Mr. Sheldon!” “That's settled then, Jimmy them to you in a few minutes,” Benjamin passed Jimmy’s frozen sur prise and descended to the entrance of the locker room He saw that numbers of players were getting re ady for their accus tomed games; and suddenly it seemed to him the utmost impossibility that this, for him, had constituted the acme of diversion for the last ten years - longer perhaps \ wild wonder consumed him as to what it I'll bring human beings are made of Joe Carson brushed him as he unfastened his locker door “Hello, Benny,” he said with his aecus tomed good humor, “What you think I made it in this morning? The course's awful, too dry as chips no rair weeks — ball rolls a mile.”’ “What did you make it in?”’ Benjamir found himself asking, just as if he were nterested The other told him ‘Who're you playing this after ne concluded Benjamin looked at him in silence, ther said, “I’m not play ing this afternoor turned to reach into his locker He was wondering what Joe Carson would say what he would think, if he were to tell him this was to be his last appearance at tl club, and why It was then it occurred to Benjamin that Joe Carson looked, in some inexplicable way, entirely unlike himself. He shot the other a searching glance as he dallied t ere swinging a mashie “Off my game,” he was saying It all comes of too much practice. I’m far better Routine’ll when I play only occasionally ruin anything.” He did look different, Benjamin repeated to himself; almost shriveled and dried out instead of full-blooded, virile. It occurred to Benjamin to question if this was because he, Benjamin, was looking at him with different eyes. Perhaps Joe Carson, for all his virility, lacked nerve to do what he wa about to do. Shriveled, dried out The phrase stuck in Benjamin’s mind a Joe still complained about his game Sut when he had gathered up his sweaters and golf bag, Benjamin took his departure without even saying good-by At the caddie house he surrendered his clubs into Jimmy’s eager hands His resignation from the club he would mail to the directors, so there was no reason to announce his plans at the desk. As he passed through the main room he nodded casually to the steward, who was a par ticular friend of his, and stepped out onto the veranda Far to one side he glimpsed Mrs. Horton deep in téte-a-téte with Horace Manning What was it Frances had told him about them? People were talking was it that she was considering a divorce? The details of the affair escaped his memory Over her tall glass Mrs. Horton took pains to nod very sweetly. The nod seemed to say something to him; he wondered if she was becoming sensitive. But why should she see Horace at a place like the country club if she cared? The riddle of human illogic filled him witha puzzling annoyance, and then the flash of his thoughts had passed to other things As he drove through the grounds of the club, where roundabout the golf course stretched its rolling slopes of green, a frozen indifference was upon him. He had played here every Saturday afternoon for years upon years; thinking of it, the years he had played golf seemed an eternity Even he could not remember when it was he had joined; it all was so inherent a part of him—his life A group of players about to tee off spied his machine as it rounded a curve in the road and with simultaneously uplifted clubs saluted him. Old Ham Mitchell's handkerchief hung out of his hip pocket in its habitual way; ridiculously like a flag, Benjamin thought. And then his machine had turned and his friends were blotted out Benjamin fell to wondering why it was he felt no emotion at this silent good-by to so much of the fellowship in life he knew For a moment he summoned in memory before him the faces of his friends. Good fellows, all; and he was leaving them with out regret of any sort. Kind of monstrous, he decided; kind of a monster, he said of himself. But the thought failed to evoke any emotion in him beyond an added de gree to the frozenness that was gripping him When Sunday-morning breakfa Was finished, Benjamin read the newspapers very thoroughly, as was his custom, and then mounted the stairs to his bedroom and made ready to go to churcl He dressed carefully, choosin and a gray tie. He took the utmost pain in the putting on ol his clothes, and when at last he was finished, stood for some time ng a gray silk waistcoat urveying himself in the my mirror set the bathroom door Che thought in his mind was that thi wus one of the supreme occasior .a life this breaking with the hurch that had been a vital part of his existence since his earliest recollectior But similarly, this anticipated breal gave him no inner concern at al t was as if all that he was doing was inevitable He was soothed with the consciousne that these things in which he was engaged were ordained long since, in the very fabri of his being. At the thought a little smile twisted his mouth; that, perhaps, was the doctt ne of fatalism exemplified He knew himself the puppet of a power greater thar himself felt fact detached from the ilit f these affairs he wa ived i mere pectato it the irama | me he su He f i, when he was dressed nat ne had plent a time e decided wa to churel he street { the we were pleasantly scattered with other e him self, on their way to services. It amused hir n passing, to mitrast | Purpose with that of the people about him He overtook at Elm Street a man who looked startlingly like himself Phe reser blance made him slow up his gait, so that he might walk just in back of him for some minute Benjamin found himself wonder ing about this strange juestioning if he too, were doomed soon to die, or if his lease of life were still of long duration He told himself no one, seeing him this morning, would suspect he had received a sentence of death The man he was following in so whimsical a manner turned abruptly and vanished through a trellised gate. Benjamin halted to watch the other’s figure as it disappeared A faint feeling of comradeship swept him; he wished absurdly that he had touched the other on the shoulder, looked into his face, told him that he, his double, was going to the church of his youth and manhood for the last time before he died; that he in tended to break off all connection with it With a little shrug at the absurdity of his fancy, Benjamin strode forward, and in a few minutes found himself in the church ves tibule His fellow deacons were grouped there as usual, to smile and bow and extend the hand of fellowship, as they called it, to all who came into the edifice Benjamin deposited his hat in the pew where he had sat since he was a child, and where his father before him had sat. As he turned to retrace his steps to the vestibule his gaze caught upon a worn spot in the car pet. Suddenly he remembered sitting be- side his father and watching how his father’s feet fitted into that worn spot, bigger in his memory than it was now, with years of added wear For an instant the absurd memory wilted him. It was as if the irrelevant recollection of his childhood, of his father, long dead, of all the past with which he was breaking were about him with a smothering tender ness. He felt a sensation of suffocation, of breathlessness, similar to that he had ex perienced that day of sunshine and dazzle and death With something of an effort he mastered the inundation of the past. Deliberately he put his own foot into the spot worn in the carpet by his father’s feet, long stilled in death, and so passed along the aisle and out into the vestibule It was almost eleven, and there were few people in town on ac count of the heat, so he was spared the ordeal of meeting many of his friends. When the late-comers had arrived he reéntered the church and seated himself for the last time in the pew he knew so well, Across from him and directly in the angle of his vision was a stained-glass window on which was pictured the finding of Mose by Pharaoh's daughter Always, since his early childhood, he had looking at this wins until of Today, be sat he late years he no longer saw it cause it would be the last time, he found himself seeing the picture agein; seeing it in all its earlier loveliness, its color and glitter and dazzle rhe five-minute prayer was finished, he realized with relief, when he entered, He could himself have made at any moment a complete parody of Doctor Lovett's prayer! hen he saw him there at the altar, seated and turning the leaves of his small Bibk while the choir sang Benjamin wondered what the text would be today mething to do with the Israel ites, Of course Doctor Lovett was not on who held with the making modern of ser Knough of all that in the daily press,” he was wont to say on those m mthly eve nings he dined with Benjamin and Frances Unexpectedly Benjamin realized he missed Frances beside him in the pew: for an ir tant it was as if the pew were miles long He looked out of the corner of his eve along ts lengtl Beyond the partition that di ided it from its neighbor he saw old Mis Alice Clar| Che sight of her thin hair, al most bald at the temple and her thiet pectact ind her corded hands holding their hymnal filled him with revulsion. And hen a sense of pit ubmerged him fie W rememeering years ago in the dim vista of } hildhood when she wasn't old Mis Alice Clar that she id worn a hat coy ered in blue corntlow t more bl tha t ‘ ‘ tM eu ! ther ( } dre ' nem ber thing e that ume to him wich aumazement Blue corntlower Now her hat wa i mere bonnet, at a ridiculou ather sprouted, It moved with the e of her nyging Washed in the Blood of the Lamb Che words of the familiar hymn, coming with an effect of suddenness into hia coi ciousness, made him raise swift eves where on certair indays the communion table was laid With a sense of incredible relief he realized this was not a communion Sur da Doctor Lovett was well into the sermon before Benjamin, who had missed the text altogether, focused his attention on the word Now what he was saying had to do with gratitude Continued on Page 98

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He always came to church, and invariably hunched himself together in the corner of the pew, closed his eyes and to all intents and purposes ylumbered soundly until the benediction, Today was no excep- tion. For the first time since he could re- member, it occurred to Benjamin to wonder why old Mr. Benson did not do his Sunday sleeping at home. Later, he realized the sermon must be finished. A stir of intangible relief swept the sparsely filled church; people shifted, looked at the clock; thought, Benjamin had no doubt, of the dinners awaiting them at home, of the afternoon’s engagements, of a hundred irrelevant things. With a feeling of strange numbness, he found him- self with the other deacons at the altar rail receiving the plates for the collection. Benjamin’s aisle was practically deserted this morning. He finisned his task before the others and stood waiting at the back of the church so they might all march down to the altar in some semblance of order. When he had surrendered the plate to Doc- tor Lovett’s words, “It is more blessed to give than to receive,” he turned unemo- tionally and took his place once more in the spot in the carpet that his father’s feet, and his, had worn. They were singing again, and then the benediction had been said, and out of the corner of his eye he watched old Mr. Benson wake up, look round with his glance of habitual sheepishness and stumble up the aisle Benjamin waited until the church had emptied and then he approached Doctor Lovett, where before the altar he waited each Sunday to receive his parishioners, His hand grasped Benjamin's. Benjamin wus one of his most-to-be-depended-upon deacons; he was methodical and reliable and except for a certain lack of imagination, perhaps, the salt of the earth, All this Benjamin sensed in his handclasp. He dropped Doctor Lovett's hand us he could *L would like a word or two in private,” he heard himself saying, “if you can spare me the time right now.” Doctor Lovett nodded, He narrow-browed man, whose piercing and frigid tire, When they had come into the study closed hace door, Benjamin said at ‘This is to tell you good-by, Doctor Lovett, and to et you to accept my resignation as one of your deacons, as one of your com- municants and asa member of your church.” Doctor Lovett regarded the dependable man before him without the quiver of a change in his face. What he said was, ‘This is a little sude len, isn’t it, Mr. Shel- don? May I ask But Benjamin interrupted with “It may appear sudden. But in reality it isn’t. And I shall give no explanation or reasons for my action.” He held out his hand. Doctor Lovett ignored the proffered hand. Instead he turned and drew forward a chair for him- self, indicating the one close behind Ben- jamin, and said, ‘ We'll talk things over, of course = The man whom he had invited to seat himself remained in a standing position. It gave him, Benjamin realized, an even greater advantage over the clergyman than he already possessed by the suddenness and crypticness of his announcement. A sen- sation of pleasure suffused him. Doctor Lovett was saying, “You must tell me why you are taking this step. Give me some reason; people will talk—ask questions.” Benjamin regarded his spiritual adviser for some seconds in silence; then he said, ‘Any words of mine would be inadequate to explain my reasons to you. Therefore it seems best to me to give you none, In that case there will be nothing to quote and thus becloud my position, Since you have failed intuitively to understand what it is that “US SOOT) a tall, held a Wis eyes and once, EVENING POST has happened to me, it is hardly likely that mere words will convey my purpose. As he finished, he was realizing that Doctor Lovett had become an old man. Simultaneously he was struck with wonder- ment at the fact that for all the years they had known each other, they were total strangers. The thought made him catch his breath with amazement. It was under Doctor Lovett’s tutelage he had as a boy of fourteen joined the church. He remembered now that Sunday, the solemnness of the vows he had made to accept Jesus as his Saviour, to lead an upright Christian life, to go henceforth in humbleness and virtue before the Lord. He had stood with three other boys at the altar and repeated the vows Doctor Lovett read from his worn book, and when he returned to his father’s pew he partook of the communion bread and wine. Fourteen is a solemn age, it came to Benjamin now at fifty as he stood before the man who represented the tradition with which he meant to break; and a sud- den tenderness swamped him for that lost lad, swallowing the communion bread and wine, waiting for the miracle to happen. Benjamin drew a long breath. With a definite effort of will he cleared his eyes of mists. Doctor Lovett was talking to him very se riously. the example of such an act.’ But Benjamin was eee , when he and Frances had stood before Doctor Lovett to be joined in holy matrimony; he remembered the moment he turned to kiss her, the sensation of faint, mocking cha- grin —-expecting again the miracle to happen. Francie’s baptism, too, Benjamin thought of; the vows he and Frances had repeated, and that the baby wailed sharply when its forehead was touched with cold water. He recalled the emotion that had preoccupied him was a faintly angry wonder as to why someone hadn’t heated the baptismal water. Doctor Lovett fell into a silence and Benjamin focused his thoughts. “T am grateful for your anxiety,” he said. ‘‘However, my decision remains unshaken.”” He bowed a little stiffly. **Good-by,” he finished; and turning from the old man’s frigid incredulity, he walked from the room. The church was deserted now. No one but the aged negro janitor was visible. The sunlight had shifted from behind the stained-glass window which always as a child he had enjoyed. He was conscious of an effect of twilight in the church, although it couldn't be more than one o'clock. As he traversed the aisle to the door, Benjamin threw a last look at the pew where he was wont to sit. It, too, had taken on the twilit look that clothed the whole interior. High in the organ loft a fs 1int stir surprised him. The organist must he lingering there; the sound was as if he turned the leaf of a book— turned the leaf of a book. At the thought Benjamin gained the door, and with a sensation of utter indiffer- ence descended the outer steps into the sunshine of the street. Iverything was in readiness now, Ben- jamin told himself the afternoon of Frances’ expected return, He had broken with his club, his business, his church; there re- mained only the break with Frances and little Francie. Benjamin, as he sat for the last time in the library of his home, fell to thinking of his wife. For years his domi- nating impression of her was a medley of telephone conversations in which occurred the words ‘‘coéperation,” “ organization,’ ‘chairmanship,’ *‘ charity drive,”’ ‘‘ scholar- ships,”’ and innumerable others connoting the multiple activities of theultra-intelligent twentieth-century woman, Often it occurred to Benjamin to wonder why women seldom finish their work at the endless meetings with which they are con- cerned; it seemed to him that Frances conducted the most important and vital part of her public life over the telephone. But once when he had attempted to put this notion in words, she looked at him for a moment, pityingly, and answered, ‘“* What you hear isn’t a tenth of the activities in which I’m engaged.” Nevertheless, it had become a settled conviction of Benjamin's that women make far too much fuss over their work, do it too intensively, keep at it too long, visit its detaiis too exhaustingly upon their families. But Frances, he told himself, must be an exaggerated case; it couldn't be fair to gen- eralize from her. She possessed so much executive ability; everyone said so, February 25,1924 And then his thoughts wandered to a consideration of his daughter. Francie was seventeen, with a slim prettiness which a habitual petulance threatened to mar. There leaped into Benjamin’s mind the memory of one day last summer when he took her swimming with him, and she made an almost ugly scene because her mother had bought her a gingham bathing suit in- stead of the one-piece model she wanted. Benjamin had thought, on the way to the swimming party, how rather pleasant it was to have a pretty young daughter to take around with him. Frances, of course, didn’t swim. Anyway, she was at a com- mittee meeting. But when Francie emerged from her bathhouse to join him, she was in so evident a rage because of the gingham suit she didn’t like that his whole pleasure had been spoiled. She swam away from him at once; but Benjamin followed, made a most particular effort to appease her by compli- menting her dive. “Oh, that,’’ she had said petulantly, turning away her face so that he barely caught the words—‘‘oh, that wasn’t a dive—just tumbling in.” Benjamin didn’t attempt to mollify her after that; somehow her ugliness hurt him with an exaggerated hurt. Frances had no time to go about with him, and now Francie elected to pout. He compromised by swimming back to the float and talking to his host’s ten-year-old son, who was swing- ing his feet in the water Far out in the Sound his eyes followed Francie’s bobbing red-capped head. A youth was swimming beside her now, and Benjamin inferred she was concealing her petulance from him at any rate A tremendous loneliness had engulfed him. And then he found himself talking to his host's ten-year-old son about starfish. He forgot now whether Francie came home with him or deserted him for the youth with the long low racer. It didn’t really matter. He ceased to think of Francie. It was then footsteps sounded outside the library door, and he realized that Ella, the cook, had come back from her vacation. The negro paused in the doorway and smiled at Benjamin. She was an old woman with a flat, unmarked face as expressionless as a gumdrop. Now, as always, she re garded Benjamin with a vague gaze, and chuckled sweetly Benjamin asked her if she had enjoyed her vacation, waiting with amusement for the usual ambiguity of her reply. In all the years that Ella had been a part of the household she had never made a direct statement or answered directly a direct question. She some genius of obliqueness “Lar,” she said now, “but the dusty, Mr. Ben! It’s leaving it closed this uway what do it.” Benjamin decided, on an impulse, to tell Mila his plans. He interrupted her wander ing statements with “Tomorrow I'm going away for good, Ella — to Sicily.’ The woman shifted her feet, her blinked rapidly, her mouth fell open ‘Sicily? That’s the Philippine Islands, ain’t it, Mr. Ben?” ‘It’s near the Philippines,”’ conceded. A silence fell upon them. Ella continued to regard her employer with blank eyes Finally she said, *‘Well, I declare, it’s mos’ time for Mis’ Sheldon to be coming back.”’ “Yes,”’ Benjamin acquiesced It oc curred to him that Ella possessed an excel- lent technic in how to receive startling news; she simply refused to consider it When she had left the room, rose and passed out of the house. He found himself at the station just as the train pulled in. Frances and Francie got off the nearest car. At sight of his wife’s familiar face a sensation of nightmare momentarily engulfed Benjamin. It occurred to him that he was caught in some terrific dream; he'd never have the courage to go through with it. Sut even as he thought this, Frances said, ‘The train’s late. I wonder if you'll take me directly to Helen Gillman’s house.” Benjamin felt his nightmare sensation vanish with her words; it left in its place a profound thankfulness that he had decided on the course he had. “Certainly,” he answered his wife. why do you have to go there?” Frances said, ‘‘A committee meeting something’s gone wrong at the hospital. (Continued on Page 101) POssesse¢ | house’s eves Benjamin Benjamin *But

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| | | =~ a ! eS es a ’ "| Continued from Page 98 She wired me yesterday and I told her I'd he back today. The meeting's called or that account.” Benjamin shrugged and tipped the boy who put Frances’ bag in the back of the machine ‘You look well,”’ he said, and was an- noyedly aware of the stiltedness of his phrase His wife nodded “‘T feel very well indeed. It was a shame you missed the cruise; but I've written you about it.” Benjamin assisted her into the car and turned to Francie. But a youth had ap peared at her side who suggested taking her with him in the low racing ear he drove Francie giggled and blushed her acceptance, and, with the merest nod to her parents, for sook her father and his flivver for these more potent attractions Sitting beside Frances, Benjamin was seized with a terrific anxiety to say what it was he had to say if only it weren't for this committee meeting! And then, with a twist of mirth, he realized that committee meetings were part of Frances; they were part of her life Involuntarily he turned his eyes slightly so that he could look at his wife. Her face was heavy astochins. A sense of bewilder ment engulfed him; he experienced the illusion of looking at a stranger She had been slim and blond when he married her; now her hair was gray — two chins, an embryonic third Committee meetings! He stole another glance at her a parliamentary face But they had come to Frances’ destina tion As Benjamin waited for her to be finished, he fell to thinking how strange a thing it is that so few men arrange their affairs so as to snatch a year or two of idle ness before they die. For some time he was occupied with the queerness of this thought, and then it vanished. In his mind he was in Sicily, lying with closed eyes in the midst of a warmth of sand and sunshine Later, when they had come home, Fran ces kissed him in the way she had kissed him for the last twenty years, preoccupied and perfunctorily “You feel quite well, don’t you, Benja min Franklin?’ The authority in her tone was authori tative; if he had felt at the point of death, he would have assured her he felt well “*Yes,”’ Benjamin answered; “‘but that’s not what I want to talk to you about, Frances.” She honored him with a glance of interro gatior It was an unusual glance for Frar ces Sheldon to give her husband; long since he had lost the interest of interrogation for her. She thought of him as of something transparent. It was that, perhaps, which caused his next words to fail altogether t« register their meaning on her consciousness “I’m going away—to Sicily, I thin lhere’s enough money for Francie and you f you'll sell this house and economize I am taking the insurance policy that ma tured two weeks ago and shall live on the interest it'll bring. When I die, you will nherit that together with the rest of the insurance, so you needn't worry about things after that.’ As he finished, Benjamin raised his eye to his wife’s. She still was standing close to him, where she had stood when she kissed him in the wifely, habitual, mean ingless way. But the look on her face was one of utter blankness Benjamin was aware of a sense of faint and indifferent amusement. He thought it might make a good scene in some play What she said was “Francie’s upstair Benjamin Franklin.’’ Benjamin’s sense of faint amusement anished utterly with her words. For an instant he allowed himself a conscious rage at his full name on her lips. She had always called him by his full name. For twenty years he had been forced to endure the ab- surd appellation from her. Now he knew the toll that that indignity had cost him Momentarily he felt an intense and pleas- urable desire to strike her mouth—tell her he’d be damned if he’d ever listen to the ridiculous words again Instead, he said, “I have no wish what ever to talk of Francie now. You and she can settle the details of your lives when I have gone. I have no doubt you will find a satisfactory solution of the fact of my absence. You are so executive, Frances.” Frances’ expression was undergoing a slight change; the blankness of her amaze ment was tinged with an illumination of pity; it was as if she heard his words, but denied their significance “Sitdown, Benjamin Franklin, ’sheurged Benjamin remained motionless before her, without the slightest trace of impa tience Somewhere within him he wa aware of the necessity of patience on his part. After all, the thing he was doing was a most unusual thing. He wondered how many men there were among the ones he knew who would like to do the thing that he was privileged to do But Frances was speaking now. She had got her breath and her equilibrium after the first shock of his words ? Sicily And Francie’s always wanted to go abroad. If you'll be patient I can arrange all my affairs and be able to catch an early steamer. It’s still very early, you know, to think of Italy. Sicily especially.’ Benjamin, at the words and the tone the presiding tone that gets business a: complished and dispatched — knew a faint swooning sensation of utter sickness, as if the gesture he had made were an absurd, ridiculous thing; as if, of course, he did not mean to leave Frances and go to Sicily In the confusion of his thought, it came to him that all this was a mere dream, any way unreality He might as well go through with it So it was he said, blurredly above the confusion rife in his consciousness, ‘ You do not understand me, Frances. I intend to leave you and Francie and go to Sicily alone. Our marriage, as far as | am con cerned, is at an end.’ The confusion wa clearing now; even he knew a certain er joyment at the utter rout of Frances’ par liamentary face. He finished: ‘You will be wise and avoid much difficulty if you a cept the facts as I have outlined them. | want very much to part with you on friendly terms.” It was then that Frances collapsed unex pectedly in a chair near at hand; her arm flew out in a gesture of inexplicable chagrin Benjamin bent above her ‘You're not ill?”’ he inquired solici tously. Of a sudden he felt as detached toward Frances as she had always seemed to him; he felt as cool, as parliamentary “Shall I call Francie? But perhaps I'd better.” He left the room for an instant. The picture of Frances’ silence stunned his con sciousness. His announcement had pro duced an effect new to the twenty year his companionship with her Francie came at once to his call “Yes, daddy,” she answered, and smiled at him with her slightly petulant prettines Her cheeks, he noticed, were smeared it cold cream, which she was removing with a towel “Your mother needs you, Francie,”’ Bet jamin told her It occurred to him as he followed hi daughter into the library that she was habitually overdressed. What in the world did these young girls mean by their ridicu lous clothes? If she were a chorus girl she couldn’t be cessed more vulgarly. The cut of her flaring bobbed hair infuriated him He’d spoken to her of it before, but she never heeded the things he said to her “What does mother want me for?” But at the words they had come to the library door. Frances was where he had left her, sitting with an air of utter collapse in the chair where she had dropped when the full force of Benjamin’s meaning dawned upon her. Francie went at once to her mother; tood a litule tentatively beside her. It ox curred to her that something had gone wrong in the usually unruffled calm with which her mother managed Benjamin, and THE SATURDAY EVENING POST she experienced an almost impish pleasure in the sight of her mother’s obvious dis comfiture “What's wrong, mother? he repeated to the silence about het Frances turned her eyes to Benjami who lingered a step behind his daughter surveying her against her mother’s bulk with the detached eye of some scientific investigator **Ask him,”’ she directed in a voice gone strangely flat Benjamin stepped into the range of Francie’s Kaze “I've just told your mother, Francie, that I’m leaving you both and going to Sicily to stay. The plans are quite unalter able This’ -his hand swept their three figures in a vague suggestion of a circle “this meeting is our last. I hope you'll bea strength to your mother, as | know she will be to you. Also, I shall enjoy hearing from you occasionally, if anything comes up that you think will interest me He stopped on the word and gave hi young daughter a long look. In the glance between them was a play of unsheathed sword It was as if she saw her parent clearly for the ogre he was, the personifica tion of selfishness she had long suspected him of being What shesaidwas‘ Dad, you're not well! Her mother rose at that and put an arm about the girl's suddenly convulsed houlder * Don't erv, dearest,’ he be yyed in the tone of one determined to be strong Don't cry, dearest Francie; everything will be all right She turned a he spoke to the cause of all this woe. Benjamin faced her unmoved He realized he had never felt himself so much aman not since that long-ago day in high school when he had defied the pro fessor of English and walked out of the class, the room and the chool Then he heard his voice “There's no use, Francie, for you to ery in this way It ought to touch me, but somehow it doesn’t. You see, you are com pletely absorbed in your own interests I rarely see you. And now that I’ve found exactly the sort of life that will please me we should all be happy instead of carrying on in this ridiculous sentimental way He was conscious as he spoke of a start on Frances’ part Her arms that were around the cor vulsively erying Fran f dropped; the eyes she lifted were as if ‘ pointed at him the finger of scorr But she restrained herself Instead of speaking the thought in her mind ne aid to Francie, Will you leave me alone with your father for a few minutes?” Francie took her weeping from the roon at once. As she passed through the door ar unusually convulsive sob escaped her lip It lingered in the silence like a living thing Then Frances said to him, “There's a woman in this, Benjamin Franklir Her sentence was unadorned. It was as if she accused him of unnamable crimes; ir the scornf | hatred of her oice a re of de testation burned, withering in heat Whether or not there’s a woman in my decision to leave fJenjamin answered you is a matter of no concern, The thing for you to realize is that I am going —to night. I have already packed and taken my things to a hotel in town. It will be easier that way, I believe.” He stooped for a second, then added, ‘I sail tomorrow.” It was at this point Frances made a de perate move What wiil people say? Benjamin looked at her when she had poken the words; he looked at her for a time, long and silently. And then he laughed i 101 and turned from her and from the room and passed out of the house. When he had gained the sidewalk, he drew in a great breath of air. The world, he thought, had taken on a pristine beauty. Above him, in a chimney, smoke was leaping to a north wind, and in the western sky a sunset flared vividly. He wished that he were already in Sicils But Benjamin did not, after all, go t Sicily. It amused him to cconsider the rea on next him on deck was a woman who looked inexplicably like France She, too life in it seemed, had been involved all her ivic work suffrage and, later polities; and his trip was in the nature of her first vaca tion. It was she who suggested that Benja min go to Capri instead of Sicily In Capri, away from all the things he had known, freed of all ties, in an existence of idleness and sunshine, life took en for him a quality of almost utter unreality. The peo ple about him were hardly more than figure: a dream, tenuous and shadowy The people he had left came te partake of this ame unreality It was with the greatest difficulty he was able to evoke Frances’ face Little Francie vanished out of his memory almost entirely. The utmost he could recall was a tiny toddier who came running with gurgles of delight between his egs. Old Mr. Hamilton dropped from his onsciousness as completely as if he had neverexisted, The businessthat had claimed his attention for thirty vears was leas vivid than a forgotten dream The streets of New York, of the suburban town where he had lived, were fading from his mind A swimmer sunk beneath the sea; washed up here in thi place of idleness and quiet to natch a brief respite of beauty before the final dark And beauty was hi He gave himself to it as a swimmer gives himself to the sea cypresses and sunshine and fra grance and singing voices round about, blue kies and bluer waters, flower-white stars and a flower moon An inner beauty was his too— more lignant than the other. A beauty of com ete and utter release from the strain of ife; from thought of sickness and poverty, d loss of human relationships, and old age all the hooded terror of the years It was, he came to know quite suddenly his lack of fear. Because he had no expect ancy of life, he had no fear It was life he had feared, not death The realization flashed to him as he lay half buried in warm ind one especially vivid day of sea and 1 Far off, peasants were singing a song Inexplicably of lilting magical lovelines happy at the knowledge that was his, Ben jamin closed his eyes and gave himself to the sensuousness of sunshine. The sand as he lay there grew warmer and warmer, the heat more utterly enveloping. And pres ently the lilting song died along the beach heyond him, and there was left only the murmur of the sea It came to Benjamin that the murmur of » sea is like the murmuring of hushed oice It rose and fell, began and ceased, was intermittent and continual; like voices hu hed Voices Benjamin toyed with a handful of warm and, letting it sift through his finger When the last of it was almost gone, a trange thing happened there wasn't any and in his hand! He pressed his nails into his palm to find the sand that had been there. But simul taneously the voice of the murmuring sea was still. Fear shot into his mind. His fin rer ceased groping after the vanished sand tne He opened his eye There wasn’t any unshine a white iron bed rail. It was then he saw Frances’ face; and, confused with the odor of a hospital a starched young nurse Speak to me, Benjamin Franklin, be fore, betlore . She shifted her position him, and beyond her Benjamin caught a glimpse of old Mr. Hamiltor nearsighted eyes and the frigid fire of Doctor Lovett vaze to bend closer to “Hush, darling, hush,” his wife whispered in an aside, and Benjamin became aware of Francie, who knelt weeping at the foot of his bed “We're all here with you, Benjamin Franklir Frances was saying; “‘all of us you love. And we'll stay with you.” But somehow her voice was the voice of a murmuring sea. He must find the warm sand again His fingers strayed gropingly and then were still

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“Nice waist you got on there, Violet.” o worse. A silk merchant gave me hat to remember him by. Yep, he was going to Japan on business, and he asked me to come along; but I couldn’t leave my gave me this to remember him by. He was a nice fellow Say, how do you like the kicks?” He inspected the smart pump that was thrust frankly from under the table. ‘I'll say they’re nice,” she echoed. ‘An export und import fellow over on Fourth Yes, lot of nice fellows in this business ell, there are some stingy ones, but I soon do you think it’s take presents from **Not ‘ mother oO ne them the razz. Say a girl to no; that is 4g Oh, go on. You're going to say, ‘That if 1 give them to you.’ That’s what all the men say. Say, you see these earrings? 4 Wall Street man gave me them to re- member him by. Maybe you’d know him. His name was— I forget his name now, but i think he was a little bald-headed guy Yeah, he was a Wall Street man, too, but he was generous, Oh, gee, Arf-and-Arf, | didn't mean that! It just slipped out. I bet just as generous as he was, and a lot Say, why den’t you eat something?” Ler gait was still queenly as they left the restaurant. Sev- eral well-dressed and hard- faced men looked at her appraisingly and then looked at Junior. He enjoyed this tribute. “What do you say to taking in ashow?” he asked. “And then we'll have a bite of sup per and go take a ride some- ou're more wheres, “Absolutely,” she said. But some other night, hey? I got to beat it home now to my mother. She worries. We could walk a bit Let’s go window shopping on Broad- way and look at all the nice things we would buy if we had the money, I mean, the nice things I would buy if I had the money. That's great sport. . Say, what do you do in Wall Street?” “I'm a partner in Parrott & Co. Silent partner, you know, That means I don’t have to do a tap; only take a share of the profits, EFighthsand such, you know, Oh, I'm in right, Vi! I'll probably clean up a hun- dred thousand cold this year. I got a date with an accountant tomorrow that used to be in the internal revenue, and he’s going to show me how to beat the income tax. He charges a thousand dollars, but it’s worth it when you think of what I'll save. Oh, I'm wise! We'll show big losses, see? | warned Parrott to take care and show big losses; and, say, he laughed all over. He says that’s the best thing he does. He's a jolly sort,” “There's a nice coatee! And only seventy-five dollars. Gee, I wish I had the price! Say, I bet you spend an awful lot of money along Broadway when you get going.” “Spent nine hundred last Tuesday.” “Get out! Who was the girl? She swung a wicked fork, U'll say. But I guess that in- cluded cover charge and bread and butter.” “Bernice Delatour, of the Frolicsome Friskers, She asked if she could bring a friend or two that wanted to meet me. Eleven of them came; but Bernice said to me she wasn't putting anything over, as she only knew two of them, and the rest had horned in. We opened wine. Then they said I ought to give them something to re- member me by, as they didn’t know me well, say, Violet, do you want that wrap?” “Oh, Harvey, what ideas you take! You don’t think I’m one of these gold diggers, do vou? You can't afford it.” “Who can’t afford it? Come on in,” She let him pull her to the doorway, but then she halted “No,” she said, and there was puzzle- ment in her tone, “I guess I don’t want that coatee. It’s awful nice of you, Harve, but I guess I don’t want it. Say, I got to beat it along.” “You're a Rogue, Arfrand-:Arf,"’ She Said. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST SENTENCE REMITTED Continued from Page 11) “You mean it, Vi? Some other night then. Wait and we'll get a taxi.” “Brooklyn Bridge,’’ she said as entered the vehicle. They whizzed and dodged south on Broadway. The dimness and seclusion of the cab’s interior wrought on Junior’s sus- ceptible nerves and inclined him to senti- mentalize. His part of the conversation took on a personal note. He was holding her hand eventually and saying that she was the only girl who really understood him. His arm slid down and encircled her twenty-five-inch waist. Thereupon she gave him an easy and powerful shove. ‘‘Here’s where I get out,’ she said. ‘That’s the bridge, isn’t it?’’ “Ar-rh-ar-rh!”’ said Junior, who had re- bounded from the farther wall of the cab. *What’s up, Arf-and-Arf?”’ “You near broke my ribs.” “Oh, I’m so sorry. Let me rub it. Is this where it hurts? How is every little rib now’? Better? Well, so long, and thanks,” they er She ran up the stairs, caught a B. R, T train, and in half an hour was entering a three-room flat in a walk-up house off Ocean Avenue, Above the button which she had pressed in the hallway below was written ‘‘ Higgins.” “Is that you, Katie?’’ someone asked weakly but gladly. “Yes, mom, it’s me,” said Miss Viclet Trefusis. ‘What are you got for supper? | don’t want any; I had mine over in New York. I'll get yours ready in a jiffy, and then we'll make a flying leap for the movies, Say, I had a dandy feed tonight. How’s your back?” “T don’t like you going out with those strange men, Katie.” “Oh, gosh, mom, they’re not strange! Wish’ they were. They’re too darned friendly. But they’re nice fellows if you get to know them and make them see how things are. I believe in a girl letting them spend. There's some girls try to save men’s money and make a good impression, but that don't get them anything. The men like to spend money and make girls think they are walking devils; that is their fun. Say, I was out with a millionaire kid to- night; he wanted to buy me that swell coatee in Laura’s that I’ve been making eyes at for a month.” “T don’t like you taking presents, Katie. It’s a nasty habit. You know what the men think. = ‘Well, that was one reason why | didn’t take it; he might get wrong ideas, as he is not so awful bright. But he was a nice fel- low. One of these spoiled kids. I bet I only saved him up for some gold digger. é Chops in the box, mom? Say, I got a recipe for cooking lamb chops that’s a winner. An old guy from Milwaukee held my hand half “AU Wall Street Men Are. an hour today and told me how to cook lamb chops. Say, if you want to learn about nice things to eat you got to ask the men, Eat, drink and be merry, for tomor- row we diet, hey, mom? No waste, and you know lamb chops are all waste. First you fry them and then you casserole them in a pot with vegetables, and you can eat the bones clean. It sounds true. I’ll have it done in two shakes, and then we'll pop over to the Orpheus in time for the feature.” ai HE foreman of the labor gang in East River Park looked twice at old Harvey Flagg before speaking to him. Harvey’s clothing and his posture could have been those of a man out of work and in need of money; but they could also have belonged to an independent-minded mechanic in the building trades who was on strike for ert hoes 4 twenty dollars a day flat, a three-year con- tract and no apprentices. Harvey was red- faced and of full habit. That was no guaranty that he was eating three square meals a day; anyone who has tried vo get fat or has tried to get thin knows that feed- ing and fatness are not cause and effect. The expression of his features was hardly more dete ermining; his gaze, fastened on the river in midstream, was vacant. It did not shift to follow the hard-breathing tug which was lugging a string of heavy scows after it; it did not shift when the noonday whistles of the factories on the Long Island shore went off like a batch of skyrockets. Harvey was just a shabby old nondescript loafing on a park bench in the treacherous Novernber sunshine. “Hey,” said the foreman, speaking unin- flectedly as one addresse eS a presumptive stranger in the dark, ‘‘do you want a job?’ “No,” said Harvey just as colorlessly. The foreman frowned at him. “A tramp,” he muttered, noting that Harvey had not grinned as a proper man should in refusing a fair offer. ‘‘Then get to the blazes out of here!” Harvey rose instantly and tractably and shambled to a bench a hundred yards away, and sat down again and stared at the flowing river. Down the concreted path in this pleasant November sunshine—the pleasanter for its impermanence came Junior. It was Jun- ior, but with a difference. In some aspects he was still the man about town, the man who is always leisured, the Wall Street dabbler, the man who gets easy money. He hesitated and dawdled, as one may who is oppressed by a plethora of worthy choices. But none of these aspects was the control- ling one. It was rather his attire and the But I'tt Say You Have the Life of Riley" February 23,1924 inch of golden floss which adorned his face that gave the a and the seeming to the man. For a Wall Street man, an angel of the bright White Way, a dis- burser of careless thousands, Junior looked startlingly like a tramp. When one looks like a tramp, and startlingly so, his be- havior is ordinarily discreet, deferential and winning; he sidles, he is content with an oblique glance, he does not stare people down or put on a challenging front. So now Junior sidled to the bench, glanced obliquely and uninformedly, and slouched down beside his father. “Hey, mister,’”’ he said swiftly, us a dime, will you? Cup o’ coffee. Old Harvey turned. His eyes widened and his mouth rounded. “Junior!” “Hello, governor,” said first grimace. And then he tune to be moved to laughter. “Say, governor,” he chuckled, “aren’t you the jolly old bum!” Harvey’s big hand tightened on the iron arm of the bench. Slowly he heaved himself up. He looked sick. “Junior,” he ; said ina small] and weeping voice; ‘Junior And then, somehow, quite with- out malice aforethought, he had hit Junior on the nose. He didn’t mean to do it; but there was his hand rai.ed toward his face in shame, and there was Junior smirk- ing up at him, and—and he hit Junior on the nose. But there- upon, and even with the im- pact of his large and thoughtless fist, his eyes brightened with the light of conviction; he hit Junior with the other fist and felt fine. He picked Junior up, lifting him by the neck, and _ pro- ceeded to shake him so that Junior’s small head vibrated. He could have inflicted more pain on his son if he had planned this assault, or if he were practiced in hitting peo- ple on the nose; but he was obliged to extemporize as he went, and he had never hit a man before in all his seventy- odd years. Hedropped Junior on the bench and stood above him to think. “Parrott said,” said Junior, giving high and _ hysterical voice to the notion that had come topside in his roiled in- tellect, “that you made all your money in Wall Street, and why couldn’t I? And why couldn’t I?” “Shut up!” said Harvey, feinting. “It was all your fault, governor.” **Don’t you call me governor again, you miserable young loafer: I’m your father, understand? When you speak to me you say ‘Sir.’ Say it!” “Yes, sir—yes, sir!”’ “Get up now or I'll smash you again! Junior got up. His father clamped a set of iron fingers about his wrist and pro- ceeded to drag him away. Junior went, resolving only to grasp the railing and shout if his father sought to throw him into the chilly East River. .Harvey led him to the railing, but stopped there. On the railing sat the foreman, chewing tobacco. Near him stood two other large men in caps of military cut—inspectors of this civic enterprise. The three men watched, capably and skillfully, a little olive-skinned man who was grubbing at bunch grass along the line of the walk. The little man was the labor gang aforementioned. “Sir,” said Harvey, “‘have you got that job yet?” “a don’ t want a job,” said Junior. “Shut up!” said Harvey. “Two?” said the foreman. cents an hour. Go to it! Harvey led Junior to a locker under the trees. He thrust a burlap bag and a pointed sti¢k upon him, gave him a speaking look and led him forth upon the green. He speared yesterday’s newspaper on his stick, thrust his capture into the bag and reached for a sodden candy box. Mutely, he coun- seled Junior to imitate him, speaking to him with short and urgent gestures as to one who spoke no English. Junior quailed Continued on Page 109 “throw ” Junior after his had the ill for- “Forty-five

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| 9 NATIONAL These magnificent paintings, worth at least $5000, will become the property of the winners in addition to the Ths j is a contest of Health Beauty. The prizes will be awarded to the most attractive, healthiest and happiest family groups judged by the photo- graphs submitted. There are lovely children every where—in tiny hamletsandc ongested cities. Their mothers are so busy protecting, nursing and training youngsters, that they have no time to pose as professional beau- q ties, yet it is the gentle sweetness of a mother’s face which has inspired great artists of all ages. It is our ambition to gather together the most wonderful collection of photogr aphs i in the world —a collection which includes every charming motherand her lovely children in the United States. Just by entering your favorite photograph of yourself and your children—a sn: ap-shot or a pro- ee fessional photo—y ou may win one of these prizes: . i 9 NATIONAL PRIZES l First Prize. .. $2500 Third Prize $500 Second Prize. . 1000 Six Prizes each of 200 $4800 in STATE PRIZES A special prize of $100 will be given for the best State of the National prize winners are not photograph submitted from each United States. eligible for State prizes. § } Oil paintings by famous artist are in i addition to cash prizes And, in addition to the cash prizes, the winners of First, Second and Third Prizes will be invited to come to New York at our expense to pose for paint- } ings inoilsin the studioof a famous portrait painter. PRIZES—48 STATE THE SATURDAY EVENING POST and Children” Contest Fifty-Seven Cash Prizes in All 107 PRIZES The winners of First, Second and Third Cash Prizes Read carefully the conditions of the contest WS { i } Every pl " ted nm ya t and | {2} Eact tograph ! c y blank « ‘ 1 1 and y nouncements winners, It con i t alt! th req re nt ’ contest Litet t t [3] Name and addre plainly writte ph ttographs may mitted [4] The contest closes May, 1924,at Cambridgy \la Photogray t {5}? ze winner nounced not September 1, 1924 {6} Mail photograph and ter to Lifebu **Mot and Children’’ Prize ¢ test Lever B ( Cambridge, Ma Lever Bro Gi ith give you I s will be invited to visit New York at our expense to have their portraits painted by a famous artist cash prizes These splendid paintings will become your very own—to hang in your living rooms—testimony to future generations that you and your children were judged the most attractive in this great country. Health Beauty cepted the responsibility of selecting the winners: U.S. SENATOR ROYAL S. COPELAND ( Distinguished Author and Exponent of Health Measures) MRS. OLIVER HARRIMAN (National President, Camp Fire Girls) MR. HOWARD CHANDLER CHRISTY (Famous Portrait Painter) ‘These authorities on have ac- It is suitable that this great national contest should be conducted by the makers of Lifebuoy Health Soap, because it is doubtful if any other single thing hascontributedsomuchtothehealthand good looks American children and mothers as Lifebuoy. Lifebuoy not only removes germs from hands and face and purifies the skin but its gentle anti- septic lather is graciously soothing to delicate skin and promotes its natur% al health be auty. Readthe conditionscaretully. Select your favor- ite photograph and send it with a letter telling us you esteem Lifebuoy. briefly why Ory “4 PRIZE CONTEST ENTRY BLANK Co,, Camprincr, M i v ! NTLEMEN: Please enter attached photograph of myself and my dren in the Lifebuoy «*Mother and Children” Prize Contest. | permission, in the event that I win a prize, te f myself and my children in announcements of I also enclose a letter on Liresuoy Heattu Soap.

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a | j i f (Continued from Page 104 and hurried to attack a segment of sau- sage, running it through and through. So they worked across the lawn, facing mess and unkemptness, leaving an even come- liness. When the day was done and the dark- ness had fallen from the tenement houses along Avenue A to the west, Harvey turned in the utensils and secured an advance of a dollar from the pleased foreman. He shep- herded the wilting Junior from the park He himself walked springily. Sauntering about a lawn on a sunny afternoon, going through motions not more fatiguing than picking buttercups, was not a breather to a man who had passed many years in hard physical work. It is true that it is not the body but the informing spirit that droops under toil. He paused before a handsome shop on Second Avenue. Behind the plate glass were displayed pomades and powders, clip pers and scissors, razors to draw blood and styptic sticks to stanch it. Over a door ad joining the shop was lettered PETROCCI’S BARBER SCHOOL FREE SHAVES Haircut Five CENTS Through this door and up the stair beyond were going fuzzy-faced men in weather-beaten clothing. Through this door again and out into the reviving air passed men on whose newly shaven faces were areas of sticking plaster larger, but not more ornamental, than the beauty patches affected by dainty ladies. Harvey bullied Junior into climbing this stair. His de- meanor was uninflectedly morose. At every suggestion of refractoriness his eyes gleamed with pure ferocity. With flinty face he watched Junior being shaved and clipped and patched and turned out to con- valesce. Ata bakery on the same street he bought two loaves of stale bread for five cents; these, with two Bermuda onions and a half dozen pigs’ ears from a pork store, made them an ample dinner. The night had turned cold, a biting wind was blowing, muffled-up folks were hurrying from shelter to shelter. Father and son slept that night at The Hangman’s -a peculiar hostelry on Third Avenue, They paid five cents apiece for their entertainment. They sat on a bench, snugged in between fellow guests, and the hangman inserted iron hooks under their coat collars, whereupon they could sleep more securely than a rich man taking a cat nap in an easy-chair after dinner. In the morning at six o’clock the hangman came again and let down the long rope which supported the many hooks. His row of guests thereupon fell over and woke up Vv ““TSN’T that old Harvey, boss?"’ said the first pastry cook, speaking to Mr Ernest Rivette in the kitchen of Ernie's Chophouse on Broad Street, and jerking a thumb after a stout and red-faced old waiter who had just scuttled out of the kitchen with a loaded tray. ‘‘What’s he doing here? Is he back on the floor? I thought old Harvey had plenty of dough.” Rivette-a gaunt and stoop-shouldered man with the rich and fruity voice of one who is rolling comfortably in fat —gesticu lated with his shoulders and eyebrows. “He did have it. They used to call him the millionaire waiter. Well, a million is a lot of money; but I guess he had a hundred thousand salted down when he quit here eight years ago. And now it’s all gone. He says it went back where it came from — into the Street. He’s been here a week now,” “Say, boss, where did he ever get all that jack?”’ “*Playing tips that he picked up here in the restaurant. The customers liked him, and they used to slip him something good once in a while. He just laid his money the way he was told, and soaked the winnings away in the wife’s name, always playing safe. I suppose he got a notion in his old age that he could beat the game for himself, and he went back into the Street. Oh, yes it gets them every time.” “It wouldn’t get me,” said the pastry cook confidently. “If I once got ahead of it I'd quit cold, Believe me! Say, boss, I'd quit right now, only it owes me money.” “Yes, you would!” scoffed Rivette “There’s a wise quitter like you born every minute. You suckers give me a laugh. Be- lieve me, Frank, I have still got my first tears for the man who loses his money in the market, Instead of sympathizing with him, THE SATURDAY I think he ought to be arrested for trying to get money under false pretenses. Wall Street is a place for people to sell stocks that they have and to buy stocks that they want, and anything else is common gam- bling. Pinching a bucket-shop keeper is only regulating gambling; the thing to do is to pinch his patrons.” “Wise cracker,” said the pastry cook, glaring at hisemployer. ‘It’s easy for you to talk. I wish I had your money.” “That’s what the broker told his cus tomer in confidence,” grinned Rivette “Say, Frank, if you will watch that oven and stop doping out that Parrott’s Advance Sheet, I will give you some of my money next Saturday afternoon in an envelope. That’s a promise.” Parrott— Big Gene Parrott entered the restaurant from Broad Street and worked his way patiently to a table through a mill- ing crowd of customers. Many of the cus tomers did not sit at table, but seized what food was most available, gulped it and hurried out. Many others patronized the stools at the counter, where they could have a full dinner slapped down before them in ten seconds, and could eat it in ten seconds more without drawing attention There were two rows of tables for the leisure class. Gentlemen sat down here who had just made a killing, and who were very grateful to themselves and felt obligated to buy themselves something nice. Other gen tlemen sat down here who had just lost much money, and who were inclined to draw aside for meditation and to nurse themselves back to confidence in their hunches Ernie’s was a fast and furious place, but the food was excellent and the prices were flatteringly extortionate. Democracy and hubbub were in Ernie’s. The tingling at- mosphere of found money permeated it Clerkly men were pleased to eat delicate and costly dishes there where other men in shirt sleeves and slashed hats tugged with their jaws and hands at ham sandwiches Parrott, big-faced, purple-jawed, smiling, a good fellow who wished all the world well and himself a little better, worked patiently toward his table. He was conscious that someone of no great physical strength was treading on his heels, fumbling at him petu lantly, unreasonably seeking to pass him Parrott made a half turn to permit his fol- lower to squeeze by, and looked back at him with an air of benevolence; one never knew who was who in Ernie’s. ‘Why, Mr. Bates,”’ he said in a big and amiable voice, recognizing the rude little fellow, ‘“‘how are you today, sir? In the very pink, I trust. You remember me, Mr Sates?” The famous operator whom he addressed a scrawny, pink-faced little old man with bleak blue eyes and the grim mouth of a fish looked up at Parrott through his eye brows, looked away reflectively, and then shot another look at his interlocutor. He then took his prominent nose between his fingers, pulled it, moaned through it, and strutted by. Parrott stood, smiling easily and amiably. Bates stopped, turned, seized Parrott by the sleeve and jerked it as though he thought Parrott was asleep on his feet instead of watching him alertly. ““Whoare you?” he demanded brusquely “The name is Parrott, Mr. Bates.” “‘Um-m— was that always your name?" Why, certainly, Mr. Bates.” ‘Um-m~— why then did you go under the name of Berger when you were indicted in the Federal Court in 1916 for using the mails to defraud?” Sutes’ voice was dry and matter of fact; there was no sarcasm in it, no note of re proof; he seemed to be asking merely for a piece of light information. Parrott made no immediate reply. Bates pulled his nose, hot another glance up at Parrott, moaned and went on his way. He seated himself at one of Harvey's tables, looked the old waiter stonily in the eye and picked up the dinner card. Parrott looked across at him with brightened eyes; Parrott’s amiable smile had not failed. ‘As usual, sir?”’ said Harvey The other chairs at the table were turned in; Bates always lunched alone. That this made him conspicuous did not perturb him. Other people meant nothing to him, except as they entered into his calculations To be addressed by a stranger, to be ter dered an idle remark, bewildered him. It seemed to him to be a disorderly act, as if a statue had grinned at him and passed the time of day. His manner was as unstudied as a child’s. What affected his financial ir terests was immensely important to him EVENING POST his help attended to everything else. His secretary, liking a fine home, had installed him in a twenty-thousand-a-year apart- ment on Fifth Avenue; his tailor kept him in fine clothes and his valet saw that he wore them and bought new ones. Under different management, he could have lived contentedly on twenty dollars a week. Harvey brought him a bowl of milk anda plate of soda crackers, put the spoon into his hand and murmured encouragingly. Bates, who could pardonably have been mistaken for a half-wit, was reputed to be worth sixty million dollars. If he had been worth sixty cents, or even sixty dollars, he would have been haled back quickly to the norm of be- havior; but the eccentricities of a very rich man are the stigmata of genius, and are not to be repressed with roughness, but are to be humored, studied, imitated hopefully. Many ambitious young men in the Wall Street district ate milk and crackers be- cause of Bates, although milk does not agree with every grown-up, and soda crack- ers are a delicacy to a choice few. If Parrott had been gifted with a genius for finance, instead of with merely a great craving for easy money, it would have been the thing to eat for lunch a roast duck stuffed with potatoes; he was now eating his Junior approached Parrott’s table, push- ing before him a little wagon piled with soiled dishes. Junior's expression was in- tent and businesslike. He was engaged in clearing up after departed customers, and the work called for all his resourcefulness and generalship and agility. Junior was the bus boy in Ernie’s Chophouse. His father had secured him the position, and Junior had taken it in preference to a fight or a foot race. He was making good at the work too. His only handicap was that he understood English Bus boys are cus- tomarily young Slavs who have no English and who can therefore help business by bearing off unfinished dishes in bland dis regard of the shouts of the customers “Hello, Flagg,” said Parrott bluffly He looked calmly at Junior and did not pause in his gesture of putting a large fork ful of roast duck into his large mouth Parrott rarely dodged a meeting with a man whom he had victimized —once a sucker, always a sucker. If Parrott had the brains to cheat a man out of his money he did not doubt that he would be able to cheat him out of his resentment. So now he was calm and assured, even cordial “Look out, my boy,” he said. “ You're tipping over those plates There, that’s better. What's the idea of doing this kind of work? You're not up against it, are you? Come around to the office and see me, and we'll have a talk.” “*T was around to the office a dozen times after the company failed, and I couldn't see you!” spluttered Junior “Strange, Flagg I never knew you called. If you wanted a job I would have given you something better than this Though candidly, Flagg, you are foolish to take any job at all, now that I’ve shown you how to make money. But, my dear chap, I do hope you don't think that I profited in any way by the bankruptcy of Parrott & Co.-—as against you, that is, | should be grieved, my boy— grieved. By the by, Flagg, isn’t old Harvey over there your father? A delightful old character But come around to the office when you're through here and we'll have a man’s talk, and we'll cook up something.” He said all this with the forkful of roast duck tucked into one of his big jowls, paus ing intermittently to chew. He was en tirely at ease, because he saw that Junior was down and out financially. If Parrott had robbed him of any sum but had left him in possession of a fortune Parrott would have had some fear of him. But Parrott had stripped him with careful thoroughness, and it seemed to Parrott that a man who had lost all his money must have lost all his self-respect and would be incapable of dangerous resentment Par rott had found that he could ordinarily square himself with his victims by giving them back hope, extending to them a straw; and now Junior, hoping against hope, gulped, nodded and wheeled away his little wagon Parrott’s amiable gaze followed him; it then turned on old Harvey and on Bates These latter were talking desultorily. Par rott would have given something to hear what they said; he knew how Harvey had come by the fortune which his son had lost Parrott would have given one of his large and furry ears for a minute’s con fidential chat with Bates. 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It provides the fi wnad-essentials that lern daily fare king im derfu write direct to us for a 3-day luctory package. See the difference it makes tn sleep intro ind vour daily energy. THE WANDER COMPANY 1223, 37 S. Wabash Ave., Chicago, Hl. Dept. » OVALTI Builds Brain, EVENING POST pretending to inside knowledge in his Ad- vance Sheet, he was a rank outsider, a hanger-on, an assiduous maker of interest, a hungry snapper-up of unguarded trifles. Junior went around to Parrott’s highly varnished office when the noonday rush was done. They had a heart-warming talk about nothing in particular. Parrott prom- ised to worry about Junior, insisted that Junior must give him a chance to square himself, made Junior promise to keep in touch with him. He said that it was a burning shame that old Harvey had to go to work again at his age; Parrott and Junior would watch their chance, and Junior should be rehabilitated in his fa- ther’s eyes. Junior pitied himself, but dur- ing the last two months it had come to him that his father was also a worthy object of compassion, v IGLEY’S Buffet over on Beaver Street is for sale,”’ said Harvey, taking his black pipe from his mouth and addressing Junior, who was reading the Sunday news- paper in the furnished room. “Yes, sir,” said Junior gratefully. It was almost the first time in three months that his father had spoken to him except in commanding tones. “‘Digley’s used to be a gold mine,” said Harvey. ‘Would be again if it was han- died right. You know the place I mean? That lunch counter in the basement of the Wool Exchange Building. That Greek fel- low that got it has been handing out poor food, and he’s lost the trade; but the trade is there for anybody that will do the right thing.”’ “Yes, sir,” said Junior. “Fine trade too. Digley’s should throw off twenty thousand a year easily; it did nearly as good in the old days when Digley had it. I wish you and I “could get that place, Junior, Five in help and a cashier it’s all counter work, Fifteen thousand dol- lars would buy it right now. The Greek wants to go in the flower business with his cousin up on Broadway. It should do twenty thousand easily, or more.” Harvey sighed lightly and gazed out into the dingy back yard, taking the shank of his forefinger in his mouth. “Yes, sir,” said Junior, the newspaper. Fifteen thousand dollars was an awesome sum when one didn’t have it. ‘We've got five hundred dollars banked,” said Harvey. ‘I’m going to put it out. “Yes, sir. “T’ve got a good thing,” said his father, who spoke grudgingly and as if for con- science’s sake. ““What is it, dad?”’ asked Junior. “T can’t tell you that, and I can’t tell you where it comes from, but it’s a straight tip.” “But supposing I could find you enough money to play it big,’’ suggested Junior, throwing the newspaper on the bed. ‘‘ You can’t do much with five hundred dollars, dad. Supposing you had thousands tens of thousands! Supposing **Supposing!”’ grunted Harvey. “You ought to trust me, dad,” Junior. Harvey glanced at him; expression flickered. He toward the back yard again; be in momentary pain. “T can’t trust you, Junior.” “Well,” argued Junior, ‘‘some of the five hundred is mine, isn’t it? I ought to know what you're doing with it, oughtn’t I?” “We got this five hundred dollars very hard, Junior,” said his father. don’t hiding behind said the old man’s looked hastily he seemed to | think I’m quite up to the work any more feet. We got to be awfully careful with it, Junior. We can’t lose money nowadays. | And only a hundred dollars of it is yours, anyway, Junior.” ‘I want to know where that dollars i is going,”’ grumbled Junjor. “Tf I only could trust you, Junior “You can trust me. I wouldn't breathe a word of it to a living soul!” “| haven't got any right to tell you,” said Harvey, wavering. “I didn’t promise, but I guess that was meant. I never did give a tip away.” “It’s funny if you couldn't tell your own son. We'd be like partners in it, wouldn’ t we?” “Yes, a man’s flesh and blood is the same as himself,”” admitted Harvey. “I didn’t have you in those days, Junior, when I was making a fortune. You weren’t big enough to be anybody’s partner. There was only me and mamma, and mamma didn’t want hundred Nerve and Body| to know, Your mamma loved you, Junior. February 25,1924 She was afraid I would go back in the mar- ket, and so she drew her wiil that way so I couldn’t. But I never wanted to go back in the market. We had plenty.” “And we'll have it again!” cried Junior. “Well,” said Harvey without buoyancy, “maybe.” “But what is this tip you want to put our money out on?” insisted Junior, who had his own plans. “You'd keep it to yourself, wouldn’t certainly !”’ “lp ‘exeetien teak Mr. Bates gave me.”’ “Bates? Bates, the big operator? What is it, dad?”’ “Uranium Steel,” whispering. “Bates said so? Steel was going down? “Uh-huh. He said so. He said to sell it, but not to be a hog. That was what he said, Junior, and I guess he knew the bit I would play it would not cut into him any.” “Nonsense!”’ said Junior. ‘‘ Bates deals in million shares. You could go in for a hundred thousand dollars and he’d never notice it. “He knows I haven’t got any hundred thousand dollars, Junior. He asked me how much I had. We're going in for just what I told him—five hundred dollars.” “Of course you shouldn’t do anything except what you told him,” said Junior. He returned to his magazine supplement and read it for ten minutes. He threw the paper aside again and rose and stretched. “T guess I'll take a bit of a walk,” he yaw ned. “Where are you going?”’ said his father, w ho had resumed his j jailer’s manner. ‘Just for a walk around the block.” “You be back here in half an understand?” Junior walked slowly from the room, went slowly down the creaking stairs, and then took to running when he hit the side- walk. He sped down to a cigar store and jumped into a telephone booth. “Tell him it’s Flagg!’’ he shouted into the machine. ‘Hello, is this Parrott? This is Flagg. Say, Parrott, you remember what you told me— if I got a hold of a good thing you'd put up the money to back my judg- ment? Well, I got What’s that? No, I can’t tell you what it is. No, I can’t tell you where it comes from neither. But this is something real good, and you can trust my judgment. What’s that? Did I—did I get it from my father? Well, I can’t answer that question, Parrott. You see, dad promised—that is, I promised dad I would—I mean I promised I would keep it dark, so I can’t answer that question. . You’ll meet me ina cab? All right, P arrott; only we got to be quick, because I got to get back to the house. Something we can play big!” He rang off and called up Miss Violet Trefusis. He had resumed his acquaintance with that lady and contrived to snatch a bracing word with her nearly every day. The barber shop which she hallowed with her presence was in the financial district. But he did not hold her hands in the barber shop any more—in the barber shop. “Say, Kay, how would you like for you and me and your mother to take in the grand opera? “Say, you’re stepping out again!” “It’s up in the City College Auditorium and the tickets are free to music lovers. It is called Pagliacci, and there is a tough lot of singing in it; but they say the comedy is good, and the principal singer gets murdered in the end.’ “It sounds like the cat’s,’’ said Miss Trefusis. ‘‘And you want to bring your father along too. I got to vamp the old gentleman.” “Oh, I bring my governor everywhere these times, Kay,” said Junior. ‘He’s getting old, you know. Well, he generally wants to go around with me, and I don’t have to ask him to come. In fact, Kay, if he said he wouldn’t go I wouldn’t go either. I'm funny that way, but that’s how I am.” ‘I think it’s awful right of you, Harve. The Third Avenue L don’t transfer to the Third and Amsterdam, does it? When is this murder coming off?”’ ‘Tuesday night. Take the Subway to One Hundred and Thirty-seventh Street and save a handful of nickels. See you down- town Monday? Well, overtheriver, Kay!” “Over the river is right,’”’ said Miss Trefusis in Brooklyn. ‘‘Say, don’t do that, Harve; you'll make Central jealous. And (Continued on Page 113 said Harvey, almost “Tt’s going down.’ Bates said Uranium hour,

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Continued from Page 110 maybe some big colored fellow was mushing over that phone ahead of you. See you Monday, Harve. Sweet dreams!” vi ARVEY, bearing a bow! of milk and a packet of soda crackers, advanced to Bates’ table. His gaze was rapt, his port was deliberate and majestic A chamber- lain, advancing to bestow the keys of the city upon an honored guest, might achieve such detachment from the passing scene, such absorption, such majesty; but only if his feet, too, hust very much. An inferior conjunction could lend to no common mor- tal the bearing of a waiter of thirty years’ standing. Harvey placed the milk and crackers before Bates, undid the packet and put the spoon into Bates’ hand. Then he stood back and watched himalertly, watched him unwinkingly. Bates was going about the astounding feat of transforming that bread and milk into flesh and blood, and Harvey’s interest in the process was in- satiable He had watched the bizarre thing being done for thirty years; and here he was now as keyed up, as attentive, as quick to assist and as deft to avoid dis- tracting, as he had been in the beginning. Bates ate his milk and crackers in the benevolent shadow of this aged acolyte “Did you sell Uranium?” asked Bates, speaking into the bowl. “And thank you very kindly, sir,”’ said Harvey “How much?” “Five hundred dollars’ worth, sir. I sold at eighty-five and made five hundred, and thank you very kindly again, sir.’”’ “Did you give the tip away?” **No, indeed, sir!” “No matter,” said Bates with a pained expression. ‘‘Everybody had it already. But I did trust you, Harvey, to give it away. Are you a fool—a man in your position? “Oh, sir, really “No matter. But you could have passed it with very good effect. A hundred men here in this room know that I’ve given you things in the past. And they might ex- pect’’— Bates emitted a long groan —“‘that I would be sorry for you and want to give you something again. You could have helped out your little bit, Harvey, if you wanted to.”’ “But, really, sir, I never thought “No, no. No, Harvey It’s too late It’s all over now. Everybody had it, but you didn’t give it to them. No, Harvey, you didn't help me Everybody else helped. Even Gene Parrott helped a hun- dred thousand or so; but you didn’t help at all, Harvey--except with your five hundred dollars, and you were going to get that back. Did you spread the news that Ura- nium paid its last dividend in expectation of putting out a bond issue?” “Indeed, no, sir. I know nothing what- ever about the stock.” “Tt helped. Everybody was very help- ful in driving the stock down, but you weren't helpful, Harvey. You know Ura- nium is up thirty-five points today, don’t you?” “T have not watched it lately, sir.” “The cat is out of the bag. They all know that Bates is buying Uranium now But he isn’t. He was.’’ Bates moaned disconsolately. ‘“‘I thought you were help- ing, Harvey, and I thought you must have hung on too long, so I put five hundred dollars down for you when I began to buy Got it at seventy-eight. You owe me five hundred dollars, Harvey. Let me have your check in tomorrow's mail And, Harvey, sell your stock this afternoon.” “I shall indeed, sir! And thank you very kindly, Mr. Bates.” Bates arose, put a five-cent piece on the table and walked to the desk with his check ” for thirty-five cents He brushed by Parrott, who had just entered Parrott walked to the cigar counter. Junior was standing behind the counter, having re cently been promoted Junior pale d some what when he saw Parrott, but he did not flinch He lifted his head and looked straight at Parrott. “Rather bad break for us, Flagg,’’ said Parrott, affecting to study cigars **Not for us,”’ said Junior “We're gone to smash this time,”’ said Parrott. ‘“‘I held on, thinking it was a flurry, and didn’t buy in until too late. I was waiting for Bates. That was an awful bad steer of yours, boy. Bates was on the other side. I admit we could have made some nice money if we'd bought in time THE SATURDAY but I held on and waited for Bates to get going again. Well, you didn’t get that tip quite straight, Flagg, but better luck next time. You owe me a pile of money on the deal, but # “Mr. Parrott, I don’t owe you a dollar!” said Junior, trembling and determined “ How’s this?” “T say I don’t owe you a dollar,”’ said Junior, trying to control his mounting tones “When that stock was away down I went to you and tried to get some money out of you, or some paper to show we were in it together, and you wouldn't give it to me You were going to let me whistle for my money and scoop it all yourself. Now you can go right ahead and scoop. There won’t be any next time!” “Don’t take that attitude, Flagg,”’ said Parrott, with an eye to future tips. ‘‘ You don’t want to welsh, do you? You know we'll meet in the market again some day, and + “Say, Parrott,”’ said Junior, leaning across the counter, ‘‘the next time you meet me in the market you'll see me throw- ing snowballs at the Fourth of July parade! I’m all through with you, Parrott, and your losses don’t worry me a bit. They hand me a laugh. Let me tell you some thing, Parrott ted “Stop this, Flagg,”’ said Mr. Rivette, ap pearing from nowhere. ‘‘ What in thunder do you mean by making this confounded racket? Attend to your counter. Good afternoon, Mr. Parrott.” Junior was a nervous lad and he could not readily quiet himself. He was shaking, but his eyes were steady as he watched Mr. Parrott's retreating back He had rarely been so stirred up and he wasn't much good that afternoon. He was glad to go home when the restaurant closed at five o'clock as usual His father, who had left the restaurant at half past one, was sitting by the darkening window in their room, “T got Digley’s, Junior,”’ he said “What's that, dad?”’ “T got Digley’s counter in the Wool Ex change. Just arranged things with Papo lous. Here's a copy of the proposed bill of sale and lease that I took home to show some lawyer. We can take hold any time Junior.” “But where will we get the money? “Seventy-five hundred cash and seventy five hundred notes is the arrangement I made over nine thousand dollars on Ura nium today, after paying off a loan that Mr. Bates made me. He bought five hur dred dollars’ worth for my account It seems there was quite a campaign to de press Uranium before he started to buy. It isn’t any different from taking a tip from him in the first place. This will put us on our feet again, Junior--take me off my feet, rather, I mean.” Junior read the documents eagerly ‘*But see here, dad,” he said after a mir ute, “this isn’t right.” “What isn’t right?” growled Harvey aggressively. “It says here ‘between Stephen Papo lous, party of the first part, and Harvey Flagg, Jr., party of the second part.’ That means me, dad.” “And what about it? Are you going to tell me my business?” “This won’t do, dad.”’ “‘And why won’t it do, sir?”’ cried Har vey. But then his aggressiveness suddenly forsook him, and he turned his face away His silhouette against the fading light from the back yard showed a trembling under lip. “‘I wanted it that way, Junior. If that way won't do I don’t want it at all. Take it, Junior.” Junior lit the gas. He found a pencil and bent over the document on top of the pine dresser “There!” he said “*Harvey Flagg party of the second part.’ That’s the way it will be.”’ Harvey took the papers, glanced at them, looked up for a single poignant ir stant into his son's eyes; then he lapped the documents down and took refuge it bluster ‘And how else should it be “Do you think I am a fool? Do you think I've lost my senses? A nice idiot I would be to hand my business over to you to make ducks and drakes of! No, no; keep your hands to yourself. Sit down there on the bed. Hah! A fine piece of tomfoolery that would be!” He stirred about in his chair, pushed the papers away from him, lifted and let fall his stockinged feet, fumed Junior cast ?”’ he cried EVENING POST In Buffalo - at the YW C.A. VERY week, Buffalo housewives buy twice as many loave of Bond Bread as there are families in the whole city Thi t preference for “Bond but the lengthened shadow of a t of seven yea! iv October 18, 1916 women submitted thew best ade loaves to the Y. W. C. A. in Buffalo in order to show ” they wanted Bond Bread to be made. 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J. | from me. | you've fought; | deadly. with dignity and gentleness. | who will never forgive me. | something baffling and incredible. EVENING POST about in his mind for some irrelevant com- monplace. “And I’ll be the henna-haired cashier,’ bubbled Miss Trefusis. ‘Oh, boy, but won't I make them step! We won’t tell them we’re married, hey, Harve? I'll keep my elias, like in the shop. It would spoil the men’s fun if they knew I was strictly business especially the married men. Oh, boy, they’re the heartbreakers! They don’t mean any harm, you know, and they just can’t help it if they are such fascinating fellows. Say, I’ll have them dropping in at four o’clock for tea and cup cakes. Who- ever eats forty cents’ worth gets a nice smile; if they eat a dollar’s worth I don’t smile, but I catch their eye just as they are February 25,1924 going out the door and make them miss their step.” “You'll do no such thing, Katie,” said Junior. “You got a very funny notion of business. The first man who slants an eye at you is going to get into a fight.” “Oh, lovely!” cried Miss Trefusis. “I’m going to have a jealous husband. You’ ll o- be jealous of me, won’t you, dear? You'll work to keep me like you worked to get me, won’t you? Promise me that you'll always be furiously jealous. I'll do all I can to help, Harve. Honest, I will.” “Nice notion you got of married life.”’ ‘I know as much about it as you do, Harve. But, say, Harve, we'll try, won't we? And we’ll keep on trying forever and ever, won’t we, Harve?” ANCIENT FIRES Continued from Page 36) You her ““You’re mad with your own desire couldn’t keep her—you couldn’t take ” “T haven’t tried to. It’s you who have lost her.”’ “IT who have given her everything.” “Yes; loot—robbers’ loot. But neither peace of mind nor body.” “That’s what you’ve taught her. I knew. I was up against you from the be- ginning.” “You want to think so. But it’s not me it’s Lisbeth herself. You thought you could remake her in your own image. But you couldn’t. She’s stronger than you—than either of us. You stand for things that are abominable to her. There is no compromise possible between you.” *“*She shall tell me that herself, I flung him back “Do you want to kill her? “I'd rather see her dead “Don’t bluster. You're not You love her in your own way.” My way—my way—you pettifogging fool ¢ He threw up his head with a contempt that was his panic. I saw him afraid now. He had his back to the wall and he was The cool ascendancy of his temper was broken. He would fight, anyhow, with any weapons. And the pity of that disrup- tion of himself moved me to an appeal, urgent with all my old unreasonable love for him. “My way ter. It's the Fitzroy.” that sort or your way —it doesn’t mat- of both of us. We've known and understood. That's been a bond between us We've been just to each other. We can’t peter out into ugliness.”’ He grew suddenly very quiet. He spoke best “No. You're noble, Fitzroy. I accused you stupidly. I know you better. You love her, and you helped her to bear my son. I wanted to kill you for that. If you had been something less I shouldn’t have cared. But you must have touched her heart.” I felt a thickness come into my throat. I said, not daring to look at him, “She and I have always loved each other. To you it must have seemed a tepid, humdrum af- fair—just as I must seem small and color- less. There were no bands and banners about it. But it was very real, deep-seated. You know my side of it. You were just and generous enough to recognize all that it meant to me. But her side you couldn’t see. You swept her off her feet. She was a ro- mantic girl, brought up by a man whose mind belonged te the Middle Ages. She | didn’t know herself or what your way of living meant to her. She knew before I came. That I came—that wasn’t my fault It was yours. Then she knew something else that I had always known—that she and I belonged to each other.” He shook his head. “No; you’re wrong there. For I am bound up with her. That sort of thing can't be all on one side. Other women I’ve left them when the time came. It hasn't mattered. But her Why, Fitz- roy, I had Marreno in my hand—TI had only to close my fingers—and I ran away. There are men who would have died for me Oh, I shall win yet! But I didn’t care; even if it had been the end of everything I shouldn’t have sared.”’ He w of him as at All the rest had been the outburst of a proud tem- per, driven by fear to arrogance and vio- lence; but this came from the heart—a cry was staring in front of protest and appeal against some inex- orable force he could not grapple with. “IT cannot live without her,’’ he said I believed him-—not that he was weak or cowardly, but that he knew some vital spring in him would break. here was more than love in the struggle. He was fighting for the survival of something fundamental! and essential in himself. And I could say nothing, save what was blatantly obvious “It’s her life we have to think of.” “You're not lying, and yet I don’t be- lieve you. She left you to come with me _ She is not py minded or shallow-he _ =f ‘If she had been either she would have been satisfied with what you gave her. Your ambition—and all that it involved killed her faith in you. It drove you to do things she couldn’t forgive—even to being unfaithful to her. God knows where it will drive you in the end.” _ He said very quietly, * yu know that I s not unfaithful.’ ar know,”’ I admitted; ‘‘and at she knows too.”’ “T had to play every card I had “You cheated to win,’ I answered ‘That was what mattered.” To my surprise he showed no resentment Perhaps he did not hear. I doubt if he would have understood. He had begun to move restlessly about the room, picking up broken fragments of his treasures and look ing at them with a blind intentne But for the moment I could not think of him. I was listening. Footsteps sounded on the stone flags outside. They came on steadily, loud and dominant. They held me, as the ad- vance of an overwhelming cataclysm can hold the mind and body in of stupor of attention. John Smith had stopped to 5 Fitzroy, have you asked her to gi you: . “T told her that I would take her ‘Did she consent? “No.” “Why not?” “She was thinking of her duty She believes herself your wife.” “Why didn’t you tell her?’ I hesitated. ‘There was our promise I had to warn you.” I saw a flood of color ashen face. “Yes, she keeps her word too. And she is my wife.” ‘You can’t cheat us more, John Smith—none your church.” Then he had one of those flamboyant gestures of the spirit that were fine in their sincerity. “I have not cheated God or myself,”’ he said. The footsteps had stopped. There was a perceptible pause in which involuntarily we turned towards the door. Against the sunlight the baron’s gorilla figure was blocked out in an ominous shadow. He saluted, entered. With him there came a new element of passion into our midst. Fatigue-——and he had been three nights and days on the road, for the most part without food and in peril of his life-—-made him look inhuman. His calm was ugly. He smiled. I caught the white glitter of his teeth through the growth of dirty beard, and they were the fangs of an animal. And when he spoke his voice had a purring sav- agery, a kind of thick lust close to its satis- faction, that sickened and fascinated me. “T regret to disturb you, general. The woman of whom I warned you is caught. I arrested her five minutes ago.”’ Continued on Page 117 heart a sort wit! away to each othe! rush up into-his with that lie any of u least of all

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Continued from Page 114) John Smith remained motionless. His face was turned away from me, but I knew that he was aware of me with every nerve in his body. ““Where?”’ “Slinking out of this place. She had one of our men with her—that weak-kneed Englishman, Finney. She'd got at him like she got at the rest of us, devil take her. I would hafshot them both out of hand ; ““What was she doing here?” “Spying. That’s her job. Making for Marreno’s headquarters with the news. I tell you I saw her with one of Marreno’s officers.”’ “That wasn’t her job here.”’ John Smith swung round on me. His expression pleaded with me, ‘Not before this fellow.” He said levelly, ‘‘The baron knew this woman in the old days.” “Yes, I knew her. Ah, you may well stare, Herr Graf. I don’t look the man to be twisted round a woman’s finger. But for that woman’s sake I spent three years Festungsstrafe and a battalion of good Ger- mans rot in French soil. I was on the staff—she got me drunk—she picked my brains-—-sold her own people to a filthy English spy. Na, but you don’t fool Karl von Kisen with impunity. I've waited I’ve waited —I said to myself, ‘One of these days you and I will meet again, my fine iady, and then pid His rage, passing all bounds, stifled him. I saw the blood thicken his great neck, and the hairy animal hands tighiened convul- sively as on the life of an invisible opponent He began to tremble, and the sight of that ungainly body shaken by hatred made me sick with fear for Paula. And now I could keep silence no longer. “What she did in the war, you know best, general. She wasn’t spying here. She came to find your wife. She found her dying. She nursed her as though she had been her sister. She did finely.” He met my eyes firmly. But the irony of it all must have twisted his heart, poured gall into his blood. If ever Paula sought revenge she had it now. “T shall not forget.”’ “There is another thing to be remem- bered,.”’ ‘I ask you to wait.” I had faith enough in him to yield. I be- lieved that the German’s presence gagged us both. To have dragged our story be- neath his debauched and ugly stare would have been intolerable. ‘““What have you done with her?”’ “T sent them both down to the camp what's left of it.” ‘“*When you found her—did she say any- thing?” ‘No.’ The German’s bloodshot eyes widened as at something that could still astonish him. ‘She laughed, general.” That was like her. I could see her, too; I could hear her laughter—ironical, but good-humored, ‘“What do you want, baron?” He ran the tip of his tongue over his cracked lips. “Orders—a wall and a firing squad.” I made a movement. His hand lifted very slightly. It was an appeal, a reassur- ance, “Do nothing till I come.” ‘Well, I haf waited some years, general. 1 can wait an hour or two.” “It is not a matter of revenge, baron.” Then he spoke in Spanish—softly and hurriedly —and I saw the baron turn on me withastare, amazed and quizzical, asthough a sudden joke had been sprung on him. “Zu Befehl, Herr General.” He clicked his heels, bowed ceremoni- ously and stepped back into the sunlight. The door closed. It shut us in an ominous dusk. I heard his great voice booming an order. It seemed to me that I had been spellbound, and now suddenly the power that had held me broke and I was free. I turned on him. It was like a duel in which for a moment he was thrown on the de- fensive. “What was it you said to him?” “Nothing—nothing that in any way concerns Paula.” “You are not telling the truth. What was it you said?” “You will know presently.” “You ordered her execution.’ “No.” But I saw his face—saw it too late. It was set. His purpose, which had grown in silence and darkness, was written there in its full enormity. But overshadowing THE SATURDAY it was the realization that the thing he did was evil—the first tragic realization of evil as a definite alternate which he had accepted. He looked tortured, terrible, and inflexible. “Give me your word.” “IT swear to you, Fitzroy.’ “I don’t believe you—I daren’t.” I made for the door. I heard him call to me—a warning, an appeal—I don’t know I half expected to hear the crack of his re- volver, silencing me, clearing me from his path finally. But he made no move. He stood passive, himself resigned The door opened before me. I had a con fused vision of bright sunlight, of black shadows that threw themselves on me and became hot, smothering bodies. They bore me down under their overwhelming weight. Their faces, distorted by their nearness, seemed to be all eyes and mouths, gaping and panting into mine. Their hands were at my throat. From far off John Smith's voice came to my drumming ears, subdued yet urgent. “Go easy with him.” I wanted to shout the truth at them. But my voice failed. They had my one arm pinioned. I fought with my whole body. It seemed to go interminably. I forgot why I fought. It had been for Paula's life—and then in some extraordinary way it was for him. It was as though I saw him riding headlong into an ambush, and I couldn't reach him—couldn’t shout, ‘‘Take care! You don’t know what you are doing!” They bore me backwards. They were growing angry. One man against a dozen |! must have hurt some of them. A blow caught me clean between the eyes and sent me reeling and sick against the wall. For a moment they fell back. They knew I was finished. They could wait. My knees gave under me. I slid down, collapsed upon my self like a broken doll. The floor seemed to melt away, and in the black pit where I fell I saw his face, bent over me, white and inexorable. “Not strong enough, Fitzroy. You see not strong enough “g Then he was gone XXXIX HEY must have taken me away at once For I came to in a strange place. At least it was strange to me at first. But after a little, when my aching and confused senses had steadied, | remembered, and it seemed to me significant that he should have brought me here. He had chosen his road. Wherever it led him, he would follow it to the end. There was no window. But by the faint streak of daylight from under the door I could see the hollows of the filthy flooring I could even make out the black stain where the little Quetzelangan soldier had died. A heap of straw had been throwr down for me. Perhaps he had conceded me so much —or someone had fe]t the indignity to a white man, or taken pity on me. But my feet were chained like those of the wretched peons who had trailed past me on their way down to the San Juan mine So, like them, I had become dangerous I enjoyed a brief, childish triumph. He was not laughing at me now. He was afraid But that phase passed quickly. I had a glimpse of what his fear involved, and | remember struggling madly to my feet and shouting in a voice that cracked and trailed off into a groan, and of dropping face down wards by the door against which I had tried to fling myself. After that my body was a thing apart from me. I saw it lying there in a pool of filth, sometimes inert, sometimes shaken with fever, and I didn’t care. My mind had broken loose. It traveled as the rind of a dying man is supposed to travel, over the whole course of my life, seeking obstinately. And at every turn I met him and we fought each other, locked together in a grip that was like the embrace of a ter rible love, and each time he was too much for me. And each time I got up and went on. It was Lisbeth I wanted—Lisbeth I had to find. **We belong to each other,” I told him He seemed to grow bigger—to blot out the very light. 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All the signs of struggle and suffering seemed to have been thrown off with the war-stained uniform. He looked composed, icily self-assured. My body lay there anyhow, like a broken thing, and there was drying blood and filth on my face. And yet for once I knew that I was a match for him and that he would never be able to spare me again. To his perfunctory “I’m sorry for all this,” I answered, ‘‘There is no need.” And he knew what I meant, and lifted ironic brows at me. “You drive me to do things I do not wish to do, Fitzroy.” “You drive yourself,” I answered coolly “You’re caught in the machine you've made. You’re more helpless than I am.” “The smaller a man is the freer he is,” he returned with the same dispassionate “Tf you act you have to take the con One step involves another.’ “Have you come here to philosophize over me?” _ No.” “Or to tell me that you have done with your wife?”’ “You mean Paula, don’t you? She was court-martialed this morning.” ““And condemned?” “According to the rules of war.’ “You and the baron between you “T was not present.” “You wash your hands in innocency. You used to be braver than that.” He remained motionless, almost stockish, his eyes fixed steadily on some point above my head like a man hypnotizing himself. “I warned her. I warned you both. She chose to disregard me.” *“When is she to die?”’ “Tt is better you should not know.” I dragged myself onto my elbow, looking up into his face, trying to force him to meet my eyes. “You're going to save her.”’ “It’s impossible.” “You'll have no peace for all the rest of your days if you allow this abominable thing.”’ “T have never wanted peace.” “How can her death help you? If you were afraid of her betraying you to Lis- beth—you know that you need not be afraid again. She could have told her story before now.’ He made his first move—a queer gesture of the hand, defensive, painful. He spoke half to himself. “They say she would not even answer their questions.” “And she might have ruined you; not with the fact that she was your wife— that doesn’t matter now—-but with that Brussels story. Do you think that German would forgive? He would hate you more than he hates her. And he hasa following. You've left Decies in the lurch. You must have lost ground enough.” I was arguing with a shrewd coolness I did not feel. My head felt like a ball of fire, and I was afraid His face was as still as though it were carved from stone. ‘*Tt’s too late.” ‘““What do you mean?” **She was shot two hours ago.” I drew away from him. If he had been hideous, if I had hated him, he would not have caused that physical shrinking. He would have been a devil, alien, beyond my comprehension, a thing almost of indiffer- ence. But there was that ineradicable nobil- ity about him. It was like looking at a once lovely face, eaten by a cancerous sore. He had become horrible, and he knew. His eyes wavered and dropped to seek mine, and I saw that behind that impassive mask there was an unfree and troubled spirit. ‘Couldn't you have waited till sunrise?” I asked bitterly. “Even the worst traitors get that much grace.” “*Decies has captured the city. sent for me. I rejoin him tonight.” “And you wanted to make sure?” “There was something else I had to do first.” He offered me a baffling enigma. I felt that he had been on the point of some ex- planation and had drawn back. But I only wanted to be free of him. “Well, I’min your hands. You canshoot me too. You probably will. I don’t see how you can help yourself. But at least ness sequences. He has February 23,1924 the consideration to leave me alone and you have I have the right to die decently sicken me.” ‘There is a chivalry of the weak towards the strong,” he returned with a deadly evenness. ‘ You abuse your position, Fitz- roy ‘Leave chivalry aside. court.” He remained motionless, his arms rigid at his sides, like an automaton “I don’t want to harm you. I have never harmed anyone needlessly. You can insult me—you won't force my hand against you If you will leave this country at once, and promise me never to return or molest us again, you can go. I know that if you promise you will keep your ‘vord.”’ “I’m afraid you'll have to shoot general.”’ “Under what conditions will you go?” “T will take my wife with me, After that I hope never to set eyes on you again.” “You cannot marry Lisbeth now.” ‘She is free to marry whom she chooses.”’ “‘She is my wife.”’ He gave each word its weight. ‘‘She was married to me an hour ago according to the law and the rites of my church. That was what you wanted. You should be satisfied now, Fitzroy. You should go in peace.”’ I tried to rise, but a kind of horrible giddiness came over me. There seemed nothing fixed in the universe but that slender figure, challenging me with its im- mobility. And then in a flash of illumina- tion I saw it all and laughed, and my laughter brought the sweat to his face. “So it was for that? Why, you're just like any other cheap-Jack bigamist, flying to murder as a way out!”’ I broke off, for insult was beneath my loathing of him and in some strange way he was beyond its reach. ‘‘There was a time when the law meant nothing to you,”’ I went on with de- liberation. ‘You made your own law. Lisbeth was your wife to you. That was good enough. You may have been right At any rate, you were a man then. One could respect you for what you were. Now you are a mean coward and a blackguard, making the law your shield and your cat’s- paw.” “She is my wife,’ he repeated stoni!y “She has always believed herself my wife, and now it’s the truth. You know her code well enough. If you value her happiness you will go away from here.” “T’ve done with her happiness. I’ve thought too much of it. I’m thinking of her peace. She can’t live with you now. If she is not dead already you will kill her. 1 know what's in your mind. You think that once I’m out of the way, and the past buried in Paula's grave, you'll win her back--sweep her off her feet as you did before. You can’t. You're not the same man, and she knows. She'll know what you've done. Whether you shoot me or not, she’ll know. She'll see it in your face, she’ll feel it in your touch, she'll smell it in your very breath,” Hestruck me then —with his full strength The blood began to flow again, blinding me I rubbed it from my eyes. He stood back from me, staring at me with a kind of horror. “Well,” I said, ‘“‘why not go on? It wouldn’t be the first time you've done a man to death here. And Lisbeth found him —-as she will find me.” “Will you leave the country? give me your word?” “No. So long as she and I are alive we shall meet each other. I shall tell her what you are.” “Youdrive me, Fitzroy, you driveme Haven't you understood?” “T understand that you have damned yourself to keep her, and that you've lost her.” He made no answer. After a moment he took the lantern from the nail where he had hung it and went to the door. From there he looked back at me, strangely, eagerly, as though even then he half ex pected some sign from me. But I turned my face to the filthy wall, and as he went out I heard the clang of an iron bar falling in its place. ” You are out of me, Will you ae ARON VON EISEN and two legion- aries fetched me at sunrise. I supposed that I was going to my execution, and man- aged to stand up and carry myself with sufficient dignity. The baron, shaved, im- maculate and official, made a grimace of understanding. “Not this time, my friend. haps.” Later, per- Continued on Page 121

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Continued from Page 118 Some sort of friendly feeling he had for me got the upper hand of his severity. He got me food, helped me to bind up my damaged head. “You haf a long ride before you,”’ he ex- plained, ‘‘and a live man is easier to carry than a corpse. Now if you will give me your parole we shall travel comfortably, like gentlemen.” I refused and he nodded a sort of ap- proval. “I do not blame you. On parole there is no amusement left for anyone. Escape if you can, and I will shoot you if I can, and no ill will on either side.” **May I know my destination?’ “The city prison. Iam sorry. It isnota pleasant place.” “Then Marreno has been driven out?” “Thanks to Decies. A fine soldier, though an Englishman. Without him Na, the general should be reéntering in triumph now.” He must have seen my eyes seeking the hill above us where the ruins of the San Juan hacienda were blackly visible. He idded in a low grumbling tone, ‘‘She has gone with him. He had a litter made. He had to go—he would not leave her.” ‘*He is mad. He is risking her life.”’ ‘H'm—yes. | fear so, too, poor lady.”’ I think he felt he had said and done too much. He had me mounted with scant gentleness on a Mexican pony, my feet made fast under the animal's belly. I aughed at him. ‘Evidently a prisoner of importance, baron.’ “Of great importance, Herr Graf,”’ he inswered with solemnity Two legionaries rode on either side of me But as we passed through the charred and till smoldering encampment a second pris oner and guard joined us. In the former I recognized that one-time lieutenant in the Quetzelangan Army, Albert Finney, now a woebegone and battered figure of disgrace He winked at me. It was a very fleeting wink--a mere drop of an eyelid with no devil behind it--and it left his face with a look of imperturbable resignation. I think he was glad to see me, for his own sake, and sorry, too, as I was for him; but though we rode side by side, we had no chance to speak to each other. His cautious ‘‘Seems like our funeral procession, capting,’’ ended in a gasp as the butt end of a rifle caught him in the ribs So we returned along the trail which to me was like the thread of an enchanted mem ory I could close my eyes and feel her head on my shoulder, and a rush of happi ness, such as I had not known since I was a boy, poured over me in a warm flood Perhaps I was light-headed still. At least it seems hard to reconcile my real state to the strange sense of exultation that possessed me. My mind knew that there was no hope Even if Lisbeth could survive the physical trial his ruthless ambition had imposed on even if her faith penetrated to the ise of my disappearance, there remained the fact that he would not dare to let me ve. | had challenged him and he had no choice. And yet I had for the first time a conviction of my ascendancy. It was like the turn of a tide —that subtle change when n a long, bitter struggle a fighter feels the power passing into his hands. Dawn broadened out into a sultry, oomy day. The sun came up behind the cliffs of wan mountains and drank up the hadows of the deep ravines, emptying them to their grim depths of rocky desola tion. It was like the drying up of great lakes whose bottoms were littered with a giantesque, prehistoric death. Agua’s cold, pyramidal shadow moved with us, sinis- ter and silent as a ghost. In the world that encompassed us there seemed one living central force. It brooded over us. Wher ever else the eye wandered for a moment, in the end it came back, fascinated. In some strange way it forced even me from my dreams to a troubled wonder. Yet it had always been there—that horned and hunchbacked figure--that plume of smoke so steady and unchanging that it seemed like a painted wraith against the hard blue tropic sky. It was only some trick of sunlight that gave a faint glow to its outer pennants Imagination—not the wind —carried a whiff of acid-tasting heat against my face. And yet once my pony stopped short, snuffing the air and trembling. We halted at midday beside a stream. Horses and men were parched with thirst, but the water which I remembered for its , } sweet freshness was hot and tasted loath- somely sulphuric. The disappointment brought about a kind of uneasy exaspera- tion which seemed to affect even the baron’s iron nerves. Hebecame insolent and brutal, bullying his men, who scowled back at him and whispered sullenly to one another. But I lay face downwards in the long coarse grass and dreamed peacefully. Lis- beth had passed this way. Where she had gone I was going. I was not a prisoner, but a rescuer. Some great event, like a giant's hand, was closing down on us all. But she and I loved each other and after the way of lovers had become immortal and invulner- able. In my broken dreams my face was pressed gently against hers. I awoke suddenly. The grass was hot under my cheek. It was as though a living thing under me had quivered and then lain still. After that there was a change in our relationship. We were less prisoners and captors than a handful of survivors travel- ing through a vast wilderness the unseen master of which brooded over us with a malevolent patience. As night swept down upon us, blotting out all but the topmost peaks, and the gray column from Fuego became a red plume shaken by a sinister wind, we drew closer to one another. Dis- ciplinewasforgotten. Poor Finney, bunched in his saddle like a doll from which all the stuffing has oozed out, muttered to me unre- proved, “IT never thought I’d want to see West *Am again,” he said. “But I do. I'd give something for a whiff of those prize kippers Mary’d ’ave for supper. I bet she’s got the shop going all right. She's a first-rater, Mary is. I don’t like to think about the way I treated ‘er, leaving ‘er to it. Not very lively for ’er, either, now I comes to look back, that get up, get your breakfast and your dinner and your tea and go ter bed again. Some’ow one always expects women ter put up with things. Anyway, she’s got the bulge on me this time.”’ He sighed heavily. ‘‘ Not that I’m complainin’. I asked fer trouble and now I've got it Wot I don’t like’s this spy business. I don’t want to be shot fer mixing with spies. I never did like ’em. It’s a dirty game. But ‘ow was I to know? Seemed all right to both of us, didn’t she? Rather a good sort, I should ‘ave said. And ‘ere we are in the soup. Well, to think of us two squeezin through the Great War and then getting done in by a blasted female os The baron’s voice joined in through the dark, troubled and sullen “You're not the first and you won't be the last, my friends. She got me before she got you Karl von Eisen, who hadn't cared a hell’s curse for any woman Ach, but you should have seen her then. She was beautiful; not pretty, but like a storm at sea—-like a regiment on the march with its flags flying and its bands playing. Yes, and she could be gentle, and her gentleness turned your bones to water. You didn't care what muck heap she sprang from. It was as though Aphrodite herself took your head on her breast.”” His voice dropped He was not speaking to us, not to himself but to the night, to some spirit that he believed walked beside him. ‘It was all a trick. She fooled me for some other mar Yes, she sold her own pe ple for him one was a devil. Justice has been done —mere justice. And yet when she walked to that wall you would haf thought Ach Gott, we are poor things after all. Our knees shook under us. She was a loose woman—a woman of the streets. It wa written all over her; but I could haf thrown myself at her feet. I would haf covered her body with mine from those accursed bullets. And—and I gave the order—and she smiled at me—like she did that night ir Brussels.” He said no more I could have sworr if tears had not seemed so incredible him—that he was crying. My own throat hurt me. For I could see her and the large and gallant gesture of her death. I seemed to look into her mind at that last minute After all, she had not pulled down the temple in ruins. She had held her hand and covered the confusion of her life with a last fineness. Things were tidied up now, an beautiful, as at heart she had always wanted them to be. Now she could really be quiet and at peace. After that we rode on in unbroken silence At midnight we reached the city, staggering up from one more orgy of internecine bloodshed. Thedeadstill littered thestreets lay huddled in the doorways where they had crawled instinctively for shelter. Mer THE SATURDAY EVENING POST How will your roof look two years from now? 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The same resourceful staff has also recognized the equal seriousness of the every-day problems and requirements of thousands of smaller merchants. Of necessity, the New Way Store Planning Staff has grown with our steadily increasing production facilities. Serving such a large proportion of the equipment needs of the merchants through- out the country with unmatched manufacturing resources the cost of New Way equipment is correspondingly low. The New Way System is increasing volume and lowering operating costs for retailers large and small. It is an investment which pays liberal dividends and helps the store to a greater, more rapid and more substantial growth. It is Standardized and Flexible, and can be tested by a simple installation in one or more depart- ments. Actual results invariably justify quick expansion. \sk tor Catalog “A” for Dry Goods, General, and Department Stores; Catalog ““B” for 8S” tor Shoe Stores; Catalog “D" for Drug Stores. presentatives in every section; shall one Ciothing and Purnishings; Catalog “ all? Tell us if you wish the above survey. GRAND RAPIDS SHOW CASE COMPANY World's Largest Designers and Manufacturers of Complete Store Equipment FACTORIES: GRAND RAPIDS, MICH. - PORTLAND, ORE. OFFICES IN MOST PRINCIPAL CITIES CONSULT TELEPHONE DIRECTORY ‘The STORE PLANNING SERVICE - PRODUCTION - MERCHANDISING COUNSEL EVENING POST stumbled carelessly over their bodies. There were the illuminations that were always at hand to welcome the latest conqueror. “Viva el liberador!”’ “Viva el Unidad a There was the liberator’s name, roughly marked out in candlelights, on the facade of the Teatro Nacional. Very queer it looked in its bald, its almost incredible E.nglishness. “John Smith.’’ One couldn't believe in it. It was like a mask covering a face. A column of legionaries swung past us. They were the recruits that had just come up from Puerto Madero. They had been blooded, and as they came under the flicker- ing tawdryillumination they lifted their caps and cheered. They were like boys drunk with the joy of life, and yet they were grown men One of them who brushed against my stirrup was a grizzled veteran. But they were free. He had set them free—not from pain or privation or death, but from the bondage of civilization, the curse of law, the curse of order and brotherhood. He had given them back their ancient inherit- ance--the right to kill and show no mercy, to risk their lives in their own fashion, for their own ends. But we had been terribly alone, and | saw the baron slump in his saddle, watch- ing with a gloomy impatience ‘We are survivals,” he said. “ We fight. That is our métier. But some of us haf begun to think. We cannot help ourselves. i, for instance—soon all these will be thinking, too, and the joy will go out of them. We shall not fight any more. The last thing will haf been taken from us. And what then? What shall we live for? Can you tell me that, Herr Doktor? No, I will tell you. Nothing. So we shall die. We February 25,1924 kill our- that is the kill others—we shall He laughed. “ Peace shall not selves.” danger.” “One we have to face,” I answered. “Well, you will need all your courage more courage than I have. Gott sei dank, I shall be dead.” We rode up to low gray walls and a barred gateway. A guard of native soldiery turned out to meet us. A ragged Quetze- langan underofficer took his orders, his little monkey eyes, bright and inhuman, twin- kling at usin the lantern light. The baron turned his horse, bringing it alongside mine, facing me. He spoke in a rapid undertone “One thing I wish to say to you, Herr Graf—something which has puzzled and troubled me. Yesterday I was witness to a strange ceremony —a little priest, half out of his wits with terror and as puzzled as | was, and a woman married to her hus- band—I do not think she was quite con- scious. She said your name often, Herr Graf—your first name. I tell you this be cause Now, if I see her, haf you any message ?”’ ‘Teil her that I am alive and well,”’ I an swered, “‘and to trust to me.”’ He looked at me very gravely “T will tell her that. We part company here. I regret it deeply.’’ He took my hand and pressed it hard. ‘“‘In case we do not meet again—I haf enjoyed many hours with you, Herr Graf. There are fine fellows everywhe re, Schade that we haf to kill one another.” He saluted me with great ceremony, per haps as one about to die. Finney he did not so much as glance at. Then he rode off, jangling and clattering like old-time knight at arms, into the some darkness TO BE CONCLUDED lhe Poets’? Corner Somewhere YOMEWHERE, in A) Winding to the sea, Still waits the creek road, Bec koning lo me Bird: Dragon flic Somewhere, in There’ ome land, in the willow ways, awing; land pring some another (jod made the creek road, Winding to the sea; Fe rn bank Bird minstrelsy; : and rock mo God gave the happy shade; Van brought the fire Van left the creek road l qline $ and mire (x blows and bitter flame Smoke along the stream: Green leaves and yellow wing Vanished in a dream: Still sings the waterfall : Still into my ears Comes the haunting bird Up along the year Time swee p the sickle on; Lae browns the hill; Slow runs the Bright wings are Gone are the water now; till: ycamores, Grapevines—and oh! Where wave the willow way I cherished so? Twrk, tock—tick, tock Years flying by; Roon ; Room for a sigh; - } for a wistful atan Room for a wondering Where have they gone? Glad years and young years Underneath the dawn. God made the creek road; Beauty never dies; Somewhere, Under sunny skies, Sull sings the little cree k, Still hum the bees, Still laughs the summer wind, Tangled in the trees; Somewhere, in some land, Winding to the sea, Still waits the creek road, Beckoning to me. Lowell Otus Reese. in some l nd, Fora Friend WY WN think I love wour eves. wo Your voice and seeing you Dod "% In you r wonder that I find uch olace for mu mind toad Beyond the Beyond the 1 something ard Fragile though # { something ch {nd at once } ad For this I love I love what may not ever grou you; and Old —what will not slip away Nor can diminish nor decay Vary Dixon Thayer The Trail to Peace j kod trails of the world are ov ly two The trail to work and the trail to you I climb with a The ong to work: but best frail to you is the trail to re The road to you is the road t He re wn your My struggles and scorn and hurts I lay In your palms, and you shut them all away » peace, hands my doubtinas cease You crush the m and fling the n from you, telling Me all I’ve forgot; and I feel love welling Fresh in my heart each time as new 4s if I had never been mad for you; As tf I had never found peace before Al the end of your path beside your door. Soon I'll take the trail to my work anew, But tonight I may climb to peace and you! Mary Carolyn Davies

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Over-Sunday Hotels Plan your week-end, when you're traveling, to bring you to one of these cities—and you won't dread your Sunday. For Sunday is a pleasant day, in these hotels. When you get up you will find that a morning paper has been slipped noiselessly under your door —just as on , Some Extra Values You Many of the newer of the country’s first-class hotels give you some of these things; but, so far as we know, eaktast will be sent up to your room. the a pop are still unique in provid Ing all of them There's a desk, well supplied with stationery, right at Every—every—room in these hotels has . . . a private bath, circulating ice-water, full hand; there’s circulating ice-water; there’s a clean and length mirror, completely-equipped writ > = ’ Ing Gesk, reading-lamp on ec ead OF comfortable bathroom the other side of a long-mirrored portable reading-lamp, desk-lamp, pin cushion (with threade> need es, buttons, door; there’s a well-selected library waiting your tele- etc.), besides the more usual conveniences. Everything sold at the news stands phone call for a book to match your mood. cigars, cigarettes, tobaccos, newspapers, et is sold at prevé iling street or street- other days— while you slept. If you want to stay in bathrobe and slippers your February 25,1924 “ . " ; slee Get in These Hotels: tore prices. You pay no more here t! elsewhere. In each hotel is a cafeteria, or a lun counter, or both—in addition to its other excellent restaurants Club breakfasts good club breakfasts—are served in all th hotels. And the Rates: Though every room has private bath and running ice-water, Statler rates are no higherthan those of other first-class hotels which means that they give you extr values, whatever the rate. These hotels are well-balanced, too; more than 82° of all rooms in Hotels Statler are $5 or less, as ire also more than 55% of all those in Hotel Pennsylvania When you want to be among people, you go down Statler Service is Guaranteed stairs to luxurious lounging rooms, provided with chairs We guarantee that our employees will handle all transactions with our guests ‘ ‘ 9 ue 4 > (anc h ch othe 1e spirit of the buiit especially for lazy men’s comfort. Employees oe eile tere eevee ane arene eet / golden rule—of treating the guest as thx employee would like to be treated if their positions were reversed. We guarante . P ” hee ’ that every employee will go to the limit be out of the way” until they're wanted—and then pay Tan Rae agen Aaa alam . P : it he can’t satisfy you he will immediately right at hand and helpful. Excellent restaurants invite take you to his superior - From this time on, therefore, if you have you; at certain hours an orchestra plays tor you. cause for complaint in any of our houses, and if the man igement of that house fails to give you the satisfaction which this guarantee promises, the transaction should HOTELS STATLER 3 | | ~b * T] UR BUFFALO ioe chooled in courtesy and thoughtfulness are anxious to Sunday is a pleasant day, in these hotels. then become a personal matter betwee you and me. You will confer a favo upon us if you will write to me a statement of the case, and depend upon me to mak« good my promise. | can’t personally check all the work of more than 6,000 employees, and there is no need that I should do so; but when our promises aren’t kept I want to know it. My permanent address is Executiv: Offices, Hotels Statler Co , Inc., Buffalo Pr» QO2K LAN Hotel Pennsylvania New York The largest hotel in the world (CLEVUI AND —with 2200 rooms, 2200 baths On Seventh Avenue, 32d to 33d Streets, directly opposite the Pennsylvania Railway Ter mi- crear a. ahs hw and Statler~operated BOSTON: Now preparing to build at Coiun 1g) Be nal. A Statler-operated hotel, with a!l the comforts and con- veniences of other Statlers, and with the same policies of cour- teous, intelligent and helpful service by all employees Every room in these hotels has private bath and running ice-water; in every room is posted its rate, printed in plain figures.

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They had to tear her house it out, Sim says. He says he ip again on a vacant uild a new house down to get has had it set lot and is going to around it. Jor Strakatt less trip recently went to Nashville on a While he was t} fe decided she wanted a pho n — iph It ouldert thik k of the name of it, so s} wrote to bring “‘one of these here truments that plays itself.’ K a Canary bird ere ie monslenl Joe brought One of Si Bimm’s r a pound of brown sugar When he got home he had a pound and a half, hav ng spilled it in the road on the home kids went to the grocery fey yesterday way brother Ike at Yellow Ike showed him al the sights and places of interest in the town Tompkins visited his og las | Dog ast week ! uding a hous« where no box tle gging wa Joe Nelson’ ne day last week s barn burned to the The ir vered by the ground surance was only partially « barn, Joe admit 1 Bimm courted his girl so mucl over the telephone the other day that Aunt kimyr Shanks, who is on the same part line, let her whole dinner burn up. Ez Stral ys he’s going to have th law on tl windlers at the carnival hz, who oot-eight, paid a quarter to the g who i x-loot-seven, Hiram Loze took } Iteen kids dow ad had their group picture made the othe He has mailed copies of the fan panorama to all hi Guy Judson, who has been used tod ; mule built a fire under !} new fl terday when it refused to move It moved The villain of the high-school play wa throttling the beautiful heroine the other ght when Uncle Josh Strakatt ye lled out rom the front row, “Be careful, young nan! When I loaned ye store teeth su my to wear in this show you promised you wouldn't gnash ’em!” () r Todd's bad habit of eating wit his become ‘‘such an e hi amusing eccet tricity,’’ Oscar having struck oil on his farm Tight-"Un Watkins, the richest man in four counties, loosened up last week and bought a nickel pencil —on the installment Johnny Dukes, champion expectorator of Yellow Dog County, missed a twenty- foot shot at the sawdust box in Strakatt’s grocery yesterday for the first time in twenty years, a loose tooth deflecting his aim Rival Salesman “Pardon Me, Madam THE FLATTERER But I Could Fit You With a Better Shoe"’ Jim Brown says he’s tired of getting up every morning and washing the dog tracks off his face He says he'll either have to lock the dogs out of the house or quit whistling in his sleep. Joe Fox was bragging again yesterday about the fighting spirit that he naturally inherits father and General Grant's great-uncle having been buried in the same cemetery his Sim Little knew how to set dice vould roll any desired number, but he suldn’t do it when they made him rattle ‘em. However, he finally thought of a so- ition. He concealed another pair in cull, so that when he shook the pair in his hand the pair in his cuff would rattle. The following will serve as pallbearers so they his Jim Todd called this editor outside yes- terday to show us a freak animal —a two- headed jack. After he got us to come out Jim pulled a deck of cards out of his pocket and showed us—the jack of clubs. Jim would have been thirty years old next Thursday A home-talent performance of The Com- edy of Errors was given over at Hogtown Shakspere furnished the comedy home talent the errors. weer d the } Ike Moons was barely Ike is still Pedestrian missed by a flivver yesterday trying to find out who threw it at him. The butcher, Binks, pulled a good one vesterd iV at the expense of the poet, Mil When a dog came in and went smell! ing around his meat block he yelled out, ‘Hence, loathéd smellin’ collie.” drove down to the Jim Lueas re ports that he garage yesterday to hi taken out of his knees. the ive KnNOocK Our Turtle Tracl ‘A brick fell off Thomas’ chimney ye terday If anything else ever happer I'll let you know.” correspondent write Toe s down here The good citizens of Swampbogg gether yesterday and advised a certai bootlegger to choose this town for his former last two cases having proved home, his 1} KICKIESS, Bud vented a Picton announces that he has i combination churn and washing machine but doesn’t tell us how it’s to he used. His last invention was a combina tion baby carriage and tea cart. | The Turtle Creek editor claims his towr is healthier than Swampbogg He's c(Tazy. As a matter of fact, Turtle Creek i ) pub VJ j Pay a few cents more for THE SATURDAY EVENING POST SHORT TURNS AND ENCORES Continued from Page 30 W he yk protect you. brake 4 he ap, t ( Be ley ndable Ray he Tos, Ing, but the value ot human lifeca not be measure d ] When lining , merely be« ause it educe personal safety price basis. sure of vour brake wecents you hav S lining. than More term the brake brakes and not your pocket 1s ordinary lin nN JHE N danger threatens, your To buy ordinary Get It may cost of money. relined, disregard “price Buy quality, protection and service. Insist upon Raybestos. It may mean the differ ence between safety Ind accident. Ri Raybestos 1s edged with sil V¢ k {i that Iver edge G R Brak f ' } wt / iH] ral If ) | }] / } vA ‘ v/ RAYBESTOS COMPANY "saa = a ain eed -

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Over-Sunday Hotels Plan your week-end, when you're traveling, to bring you to one of these cities—and you won’t dread your Sunday. for Sunday is a pleasant day, in these hotels. When you get up you will find that a morning paper has been slipped noiselessly under your door —just as on other days—while you slept. If you want to stay in bathrobe and slippers your breakfast will be sent up to your room. There's a desk, well supplied with stationery, right at hand; there’s circulating ice-water; there’s a clean and comfortable bathroom the other side of a long-mirrored door; there’s a well-selected library waiting your tele phone call for a book to match your mood. When you want to be among people, you go down- stairs to luxurious lounging rooms, provided with chairs built especially for lazy men’s comfort. Employees ‘chooled in courtesy and thoughtfulness are anxious to until they’re wanted—and then Excellent restaurants invite “be out of the way” right at hand and helpful. you; at certain hours an orchestra plays for you. Sunday 1s a pleasant day, in these hotels. HOTELS STATLER BUFFALO: 11 roon 11 ‘ va Square. The i Statler (at Wa ed. m Some Extra Values Many of the newer of the country’ first-class hotels give you some of these things; but, so far as we know, the Statlers are still unique in provid ing all of them Every —every—room in these hotels has a private bath, circulating ice-water, full length mirror, completely-equipped writ ing desk, reading-lamp on bed-head or desk-lamp, pin- cushion (with threaded needles, buttons, port ible Te iding lamp, etc. 7 esides the more usual conveniences, Everything sold at the news stands cigars, cigarettes, tobaccos, newspapers, etc.—is sold at prevailing street or street- February 25,1924 You Get in These Hotels: tore prices. You pay no more here t elsewhere. In each hotel is a cafeteria, or a lur iddition to its other excellent restaurants. Club breakfasts 0d club breakfasts—are served in all the hotels. counter, or both—in And the Rates: Th yugh very room ha private hath and running ice-water, Statler rates are no higher thanthose of other first-class hotel which means that they give you extra values whatever the rate Tl ese hotels ire well-balanced, too; more than 82% of all rooms in Hotels Statler are $5 or less, as ire also more than 55°% of all those in Hotel Pennsylvania Statler Service is Guaranteed We guarantee that our employees will handle all transactions with our guests (and with each other) in the spirit of the golden rule—of treating the guest as the employee would like to be treated if their positions were reversed. We guarantec that every employee will go to the limit ot his authority to satisfy you; and that it he can’t satisfy you he will immediately take you to his superior From this time on, therefore, if you have cause for complaint in any of our houses, and if the management of that house fails to give you the satisfaction which this guarantce promises, the transaction should STATLER|= then become a personal matter betws you and me. You will confer a favor upon us if you will write to me a st atement ot the case, and depend upon me to mak« good my promise. | can’t personally check all the work of more than 6,000 employe and there is no need that I should dos but when our promises aren’t kept I want to know it My permanent address is Executiv: Offices, Hotels Statler Co., Inc., Buffalo 72 “ VOC Len oe Pennsylvania New ‘ York The largest hotel in the world LEVELAN.D oe etc and Statler~operated _ — 2200 rooms, 2200 baths n Seventh Avenue, aie 43d come jirectly opposite the Penns yivenie tail lway Termi- rh ' j ath Laat ST. LOK baths. Ninth and Washingtor BOSTON w preparing to build at Columb ve., Prov dence and Arlington St nal A Statler-operated with all the comforts and con- veniences of otLer Statlers, and with the same policies of cour- teous, intelligent and helpful service by all employees Every room in these hotels has private bath and running ice-water; in every room is posted its rate, printed in plain figures.

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They had to tear her house down to get it out, Sim says. He says he has had it set up again on a vacant lot and is going to build a new house around it. Joe Strakatt usiness trip recently went to Nashville on a While he was there wife decided she wanted a phonograph it couldn’t think of the name of it, so she wrote to bring ‘‘one of these here musical truments that plays itself.”’ k a canary bird Joe brought One of Si Bimm’s kids went to the grecery for a pound of brown sugar When he got home he had a pound and a } !, having spilled it im the home yesterday road on the H way Jor Tompkins visited his brother Ike at Yellow Dog last week. Ike showed him all the sights and places of interest in the towr d ncluding a house where no bootlegging was : being done fl ; | d Oscar Jones was we iring gravel in nis , e the other day so he could forget the toothache Joe Nelson's barn burned to the ground ne day last week. The insurance was only | ally covered by the barn, Joe admit John Bimm courted his girl so much over the telephone the other day that Aunt ; Emmy Shanks, who is on the same part e, let her whole dinner burn up. kz Strakatt says he’s going to have thi aw on those slick swindlers at the carnival | who is six-foot-eight, paid a quarter t ee the g int, who is x-loot-seven, Hiram Loze took his fifteen kid low? ‘ 1 had their group picture made the othe day He has mailed copie ~ the fam ‘ panorama to all his friends. Guy Judson, who has been used to driving a mule Du it a fire under ! new fli ‘ | vesterday when it refused to move It } I vt | { Che villain of the high-school play was throttling the beautiful heroine the other ght when Unele Josh Strakatt yelled out rom the front row, ‘‘Be careful, young nan! When I loaned you my store teet} to wear in this show you promised you wouldn't gnash ’em!”’ Oscar Todd's bad habit of eatir g with his | knife has become ‘“‘such an amusing eccer tricity,’’ Oscar having struck oil on his farm | Tight-’Un Watkins, the richest man Ir ‘ { r counties, loosened up last week and bought a nickel pencil—on the installment hnny Dukes, champion expectorator of Yellow Dog County, missed a twenty- foot shot at the sawdust box in Strakatt’s grocery yesterday for the first time n twenty vear a tooth deflecting his aim Rivat Salesman THE FLATTERER “Pardon Me, Madam—But I Could Fit You With a Better Shoe" Continued from Page 30 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST SHORT TURNS AND ENCORES | | Jim Brown says he’s tired of getting up every morning and washing the dog tracks off his face. He says he'll either have to lock the dogs out of the house or quit whistling in his sleep. Joe Fox was bragging again yesterday about the fighting spirit that he naturally inherits, his father and General Grant's great-uncle having been buried in the same cemetery. Sim Little knew how to set dice so they would roll any desired number, but he couldn't do it when they made him rattle ‘em. However, he finally thought of a so- itior He concealed another pair in his cuff, so that when he shook the pair in his hand the pair in his cuff would rattle. The following will serve as pallbearers Jim Todd called this editor outside yes- to show us a freak animal—a two- headed jack. After he got us to come out Jim pulled a deck of cards out of his pocket and showed us—the jack of clubs. Jim would have thirty years old next Thursday. terday been \ home-talent performance of The Com edy of Errors was given over at Hogtown this week. Shakspere furnished the comedy and the home talent the errors. missed still trying Pedestrian Ike Moons was barely by a flivver yesterday Ike is to find out who threw it at him. The butcher, Binks, pulled a good one erday at the expense of the poet, Mil When a dog came in and went smell around his meat block he yelled out, ‘Hence, loathéd smellin’ collie.” Jim Lucas reports that he drove down to terday to the knocl ur have e garage ye taken out of his knees. Our Turtle Track correspondent write ‘A brick fell off Joe Thomas’ chimney ye terday. If anything else ever happens dow: here I'll let you know.’ The good citizens of Swampbogg got to yesterday and adv bootle gee r to choose this town for hi his last two cases ised a certair lormer having proved gether! nome, | KICKIESS announces that he has in- ented a combination churn and washing machine but doesn’t tell us how it’s to be used. His last invention was a combina tion baby carriage and tea cart. Bud Picton The Turtle Creek editor claims his towr healthier than Swampbogg. He 1 ’s CTAZY As a matter of fact, Turtle Creek is O Pay a few cents more for \\ THEN danger threatens, your brakes and wof your pocket book protect you. To buy ordinary brake lining merely because it 1s 2% cheap, is to reduce personal safety = _—_- nt =) to a price basis. I Be sure of your brake lining. Get dependable Raybestos. It may cost } afew cents more than ordinary lin ing, but the value of human life can not be measure d in ferms of money. When you have the brakes relined, Y disregard “price Buy quality , protection and service. Insistupon # Raybestos. It may mean the differ y bye tween safety and acc lent. ( Real Ravbest ecnee Is edged with i] Vel look tor that liver edge. THE RAYBESTOS COMPANY

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THE SATURDAY Home Life Just ét Naturally Centers About the Straube Straube player are nationally / bh. Hamine as foliows planes priced, nd, ind., Arcadian Model Imperial Model 675 Colonial Model 625 Puritan Model . 595 I he Patented Pendulum Valve, heart of the Art ronome Player Action Mother loves it for the hours it brightens, the dreams it brings back. Dad, though he doesn't “know a note,” gets a thrill in playing this wonderful instrument. And the young folks—well, for them, the Straube is always “the life of the party.” Because it gives to each one the music he or she likes best—always ready—always dependable—the Straube is the instrument for all the family. Never a lack of entertainment, never the need to be lonely, for in the Straube there is music, good music, an inexhaustible supply of it! Anyone can play it well. Insert the roll. Begin pedal- ling—note how easily. The Artronome Action responds on the instant. In a moment you are expressing your- self in the music, getting more joy than you dreamed. Hear the Straube at your dealer's. Ask him to demon- strate the Melo-Harp, an exclusive Straube feature which gives a soft, sweet tone color to be used at will. Notice the beautiful tone quality, the handsome case designs, and remember that the Straube player may be instantly adapted for hand playing. Send for Catalog, Free. llustrates and describes the various models of Straube player pianos (for foot power or electrical operation) and pianos. Explains the exclusive features of the wonderful Artronome player action, which may be had only in Straube made instruments. STRAUBE PIANO CO., Hammond, Indiana Department A Straube , & AT E A N O S | Sonny Hankins. the brain. | tunately, | existed. EVENING POST | blamed unhealthy that every family owns its own private hearse. The prize optimist of Turtle Creek is Sonny is still advertising in the Turtle Creek paper for ‘‘information leading to the whereabouts and recovery of my registered bull pup, Snoozer,”” which disappeared—so his friends say—thirty years ago. Barrie Payne. Malindy-isms Sa-vigorous But Not Saluted ELLUM, I declare to goodness, Miss Annie Lee, I sho’ is glad to see you ag’in, and to know as how you and little Annie Lee got here all well and safe. Is that there infuntile-apparatus epidumic still a-rarin’ and a-ragin’ in Noo Yawk, o is it done dispersed? But it’s jest a plumb shame the way you done raise that chile up. Addie says that pore little thing come out in the kitchen and asted her whut a stick o’ stovewood wuz, and she specified to Emmet—‘ Did you kill the cow to git the milk?’’ And she says to me as I come in, “Miss Malindy, my pop-pop has got a thing you rides in here, you calls a buggy.”’ You sho’ is a-goin’ back on yo’ raisin’ when you don’t strop that chile fur talkin’ to me like that, and you’s bringin’ her up to be a regular igno- rampus, you sho’ is. Nip? Yas’m, I allus called him Nip fur short, too— Nipoleon Bonyparts is too long- like fur every day. But he’s a daid nigger, Miss Annie Lee. Why, he wuz a-workin’ down by the dam, and one o’ the dam rocks fell on his haid, and give him indigestion o’ Yas’m. Emmet? He’s jest fine—they done got a divorce and twins, and a grand perfumed oak phonygraph. Emmet he done kept one twin— Apostle Peter—and Ide she tuck the February 23,1924 other-- Epistle Paul —and they takes turns with the phonygraph. Emmet ‘lowed he'd be up to see you soon to git a present, that he’d like a paar of stylish golf shoes, and a drink of real Noo Yawk peartnin ‘stead of this here Arkin-saw White Mule whisky—but he says as how he’d like it real strong and sa-vigorous, and not a bit saluted. Yas’m. Rena Shore Duncan. Ballade of Old Autos J HERE yore The horseless buggies of nineteen-two ? The touring car with postern door? The smoke screen that obscured the vie Where are the runabouts that grew Asthmatic and inclined to stall? White Ghosts and Crimson Devils too? Into the night go one and all. are the cars that chugged of Where are the old machines that tore On Ormond Beach, if reports be true, At forty miles an hour or more? Those were the days when racers flew! Where are the rattling cars that drew Admiring throngs at the siren’s call? Where the engines that wheezed and blew: Into the night go one and all. Motoring now has become a bore; As soon seek thrills in a chapel pew, Gone is the ancient steamer’s roar; The roadster glides like a birch canoe Where are the pioneers who threw The clutch of the steaming carryall ? The he roes who drove new? when the sport Into the night go one and all Envoy on some far Plutonian shore They're parked, the autos we'd fain recall, With engines behind and tillers before Into the night go one and all. Prince, Otto Freund. THE GREAT MEANING OF SHIPS Continued from Page 15 transported to France out of the 2,000,000 total. The Shipping Board gave its thought, enterprise and gold mainly to the con- struction of slow cargo vessels, which are much faster to build than fast passenger vessels or transports; and even as to these the peak of production came a year after the Armistice. It could not have made transports fast enough if it had made noth- ing else; and if it had made transports and nothing else, there would not have been | enough cargo boats to supply the army in France with food and ammunition. For- other means of transportation Of the 2,000,000 men we sent to France one-half were carried by ships of the Allies, principally British. The German passenger ships we had seized, includ- ing the Leviathan—then the Vaterland carried nearly 600,000. Some Dutch liners were in American ports. They were requisi- tioned for use as transports. In American battleships, army transports, Ship- ping Board boats and privately owned American vessels—were transported to France fewer than 400,000 men. That was all we could do on our own. We performed a true miracle in ships. It has overwhelmed us since. And it was not enough. We needed, besides the benefit of circumstances, especially one. We were on the side that held the sea. Otherwise what might have been is history that never hap- pened. Now do we remember what we knew in our gristle—what it was we said to Japan when we were a mi aritime power and what that meant? Apparently not, since we are still debating the question whether a mer- chant marine is necessary. It is true the Congress in the Merchant Marine Act of 1920 said: ‘That it is neces- sary for the national defense and for the proper growth of its foreign and domestic commerce that the United States shall have a merchant marine of the best equipped and most suitable types of vessels sufficient to carry the greater portion of its commerce and serve as a naval or military auxiliary in time of war or national emergency, ulti- mately to be owned and operated privately by citizens of the United States; and it is | hereby declared to be the policy of the United States to do whatever may be neces- sary to develop and encourage the main- tenance of such a merchant marine.’ ships That is a declaration of policy. It is not a popular mandate. There has never been a popular mandate. Still, as always since we surrendered our maritime power, those who believe a merchant marine to be neces- sary have had to defend the idea. They have had to sell it to the American imagina- tion, and they have never quite succeeded. There is a great deal of opinion for it; there is much conviction against it. Even the Congress, having declared for it as a na- tional necessity, having said it would do anything to realize it, refused to pass the Harding-Lasker subsidy bill and has stead- ily refused to pass any subsidy bill, as such; whereas if public opinion were as deeply persuaded toward a merchant marine as it was toward railroads in their beginning the question would be not whether the Gov- ernment should give subsidies to ships, it would be only how to give them and in what amount. Early railroad building was subsidized heavily by both the Federal Government and the states. How shall we account for the fact that so much argument, supported by from experience, has failed to press home one unanimous conclusion? Do not the lessons alone, without the argument, prove that a merchant marine is a national neces- sity? The answer is no. They thing. There are those who say they do, and these are right only upon the assumption that we mean to continue our economic de- velopment in a straight line of projection. There are those who say they do not, even though we mean to progress in a straight line; and these are wrong. Thirdly are those who say, and say rightly, that the necessity for a merchant marine does not exist as a fact in itself. It exists only in our intentions. We may change our intentions. These say, and it is true, that if we mean to pursue the line of economic development upon which we are traveling very fast, then a merchant ma- rine is a necessity, as might be deduced from premises of common sense without any modern lessons; whereas, if we do not mean to have a merchant marine, then we shall have to change our economic ideas and take another road. In the meantime we are absurd to behave as if we were a (Continued on Page 129 lessons prove no such

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ee ee — oL9 Continued from Page 126 maritime power unless we mean to become one, and very stupid to go on creating the necessity for a merchant marine while at the same time we stand debating whether we need it or not Through all that follows now runs thi f.”” One way yes; hall have to choose Ve could live without a merchant ma ine, without foreign trade, without com mercial intercourse with the outside world at all. We not only could live; we prosper at least until we had raised population to 500,000,000 or 600,000,000 This would mean, of course, tional self-containment another way no could Ck our complete na There is much to for ' If that were our economic goal we should not chant marine. Nor should we need the kind Navy we keep, but in place of it a cordon submarines, many aircraft and a lot of mall, swift destroyers for coastal defense, o be said itin t! ry nee d a mer of ol to drive away enemies who might sometime be tempted to come and demand the right in our natural even as now the whole Western world is demanding the right to participate in f And if self-containment were our ide ' to go on in to share resources, those of China on this principle al we should be thought mad easing each day our dependence foreign sources for such essential raw rubber, wool, hides, the hstone ipor chem platinum, variou , ickel, jute, nitrates, coffee, sugar and tropical fruit Instead, we ought to be jealously thinking how to pro duce for ourselve uch of these things as we can produce and how to find substitutes for which we never can produce Hardly do we realize how rapidly our dé pendence upor foreign sources Is increasing In the first In prerey materials a cal tou called alloys for steel, ! those phase or our existence that and very @€a olutionary nal day we exported almost nothing but raw materials, such as furs, whale oil, timber tobacco, turpentine, indigo, rice und cotton. We had no manufactures of our own whatever. English ships came direct to the wharves of the Southern plant ers, bringing fine cloth, h: its, laces, carpets, ails, and mahogany furniture to be exchanged for raw cotton to feed the Brit sh textile mills and leaf tobacco for Eng land’s great tobacco trade in Europe. The the colonists found it necessary to have a merchant marine of their own was that the British first monopolized Amer can trade for British ships and then mulcted ly in the interest of British manu facturers, the purpose being to fix the colo tatus of economic dependence obliged to sell their raw materials only to the British, at British prices and to buy all their manufactured goods from the British at British prices We achieved economi freedom by means of ships. And when that culminated in the middle of the last entury we were a brilliant maritime power } , ! CLOCh reasol it heay es in a t phase i trading nation of the first class Our Shifting Trade The second phase began about 1850 and is only now definitely passing. In this phase we built our railroads, founded our indus tries, made everything we required for our elves and achieved economic isolation in a very remarkable degree. We imported no raw materials to speak of, nothing very essential Qur exports were cotton, grain, meat and certain labor-saving products of Yankee ingenuity, like machine typewriter! automatic machines and self tending agricultural implements. All these things our customers were only too will ing to for in their own ships, be cause they could get them nowhere else lherefore we did not need in this phase a merchant marine. We did not have We did not need foreign trade at all, in fact the of internal demand was ever-widening and our domestic markets eemed inexhaustible But now in the third phase, what of our reign trade? How do our present and fu- necessities lie in relation to imports Let us look first at the im sewing come one base since ture and ¢ xports? port The first ten items on our import list for he year 1922, named in the order of their alue, were these: Raw silk, sugar cane, offee, crude rubber, wool, print paper, crude oil, leaf tobacco, wood pulp. There you have five essential indus trial commodities raw, one semimanufac- tured article, one manufactured article, one vital food substance raw, which is sugar, and two sumptuary commodities raw, which coffee and tobacco hides, news re We Now look at the exports. The first ter items for the same year, named in the order of their value, were: raw cotton, refined oil, wheat, tobacco, corn, automobiles, lard, coal, refined copper, flour The interior meaning of this picture is significant ten principal imports are increasing, and will continue to increase Those so long as we pursue our present line of economic development. You know that at once Our imports of silk, sugar, coffee, hides, crude rubber, wool, newsprint paper, crude oil, tobacco and wood pulp are bound to increase, and as they do so also will in crease our dependence upon foreign sources But when you examine the ten principal export items you will see that every un manufactured item in the list is a vanishing item, with the single exception of coal Lard, you will note, is the last meat product left in this range. All the food items go out, because the time has not far to come when hall be consuming all our own food And cotton, which stands at the head of the the king of exports what of cotton? We are already consuming more than half our cotton, where once we exported all of it; and if we do not see that presently we shall consume our entire crop in our own mills exporting in place of it textiles, the English lo, for they are making heroic efforts to increase the produc tion of cotton in Africa and Asia, in their own dominions, against a time when an American supply will be no longer available. If you cast out cotton, grain, food product and t van ishing items, and also refined oil, which is a bonanza item and cannot be trusted to en dure, what stands at the top of our ex ports? The automobile— the most highly perfected produc t of our industry we lict is acco as Mass Production lhe meani: # is ¢ lea! a symbol. It we the Che automobile i stands for the kind of th to sel! more and more of it future, to foreign countries, in order to pay for those raw materials which we shall ve to buy increasingly from foreign coun to sustain our industries. That i s provided we mean to continue ir this line of development. To break or alter it radically is a thing we have never thought of doing. On the contrary, we are geared to ar accelerating pace on this line, with no idea that it will ever end Our most astonishing one contribution to the science of industry is mass productior We have carried it further than any other country — production on a fr shall have na trie alway j quantity basi from standardized patterns and automat motions endlessly repeated Now thi method of production is governed by a cer tain law. Every producer knows it as a law, though he may not have formulated it in his mind. The great merit of mass produc tion is that it cheapens the cost of manu facture. But there are many other kinds of cost, such as the cost of overhead, the cost of risk, the cost of selling, the cost of waste as the business becomes colossal and cannot These Whatever and beyond a time they properly watched in every part other costs are always rising you do, they rise; begin tor £ rT and all that You have to manufacture u ise exceedingly fast do is to absorb them of ng other 1 cal rt reducing the cost order that v t oon those risi costs shall not your profits. The only way you ca reducing the cost of mat ast aevour Keep O! ufacture | output in a pre to incre your yrre ‘ manne! ; Having put a thing, a they say nt quantity production, you cannot bring the output up to 1,000,000 and stop there. for f you stop your profits begin immediate to fall, owing to the other cost Therefore you are obliged to increase ) itput from 1,000,000 to 2,000,000, fi 2 000,000 to 4,000,000, an from 4,000,000 to &,000,000 problem rise il if you Car Then a new You begin to touch the point of aturation. That means you have used up the natural demand, and to sell any mor of that commodity you will have to force it From that point onward your selling cost rises in a frightful manner It occurs to you that you must if possible widen the base of demand gut how”? The domestic base is all accounted for. Ther you think of the world at large. There the whole earth in which to widen your base tor a thing that satisfies a human want. That means foreign trade Take the automobile industry. It sents all the problems of ma in a sensational manner pre productior Since 1905 the output of automobiles in thi increased 120 times; country ha the number of people THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Husbands so often are careless of their diet Your husband will get needed iron, vita- mines and lime, in addition to“roughage,” if you give him Pillsbury’s Health Bran. USBANDS after grown-up boy s, and, like ther Ons undet Chis is particularly true when tt comes to food tion Since, as a wife, you are con tuted the family’s food guard you will surely be interested recent discoveries pertaining three important food element Pillsbury’s Health Bran Of course you are ftamihiar with the natural laxative of Pillsbury’s Health Bran \ KRHOW oran upplying the bulk and I JUITs n knee pants, they thrive best a woman's hie Hake But d Health Bran also supplies food tron which 1 into rich blood ? The Ww { average all are watchful « selec the large, coarse, er cncoourags \ Natur you know that Pillsbur mverted person tod r cent ot his iron requi 1 ony are t) ul ' value ¢ 1 normal, healthy intestinal activity through roughage . , re | ay obtains vent. This deficiency can be largely c P i] ~ 1! , rected by using Pillsbury’s Health Pills HI rE Bran; it 1s second only to egg yolk P | \ \ ron content. (See the chart . Chis unmatched food also up s pli streneth-and-health promot ing vitamines—as well as lime Eat g vitamines: as lin ('/ More )} vhich build bone and aids the Wheat j teeth. It has been said that Amer Sh e/ 1 today uffering from lime a starvation. keed your family lim on _— om -and vitamines—and tron—and QO) ) . - Rah aetna FOOD-IRON roughage —through the wener isu of Pill bury He alth Bran Pillsbury’s Health Bran ts noth | EGG YOLK ! nol than the jacket of WHEAT BRAN ' j th wheat kernel—Nature te MOLASSE 1 Nature cleansing roughag BEANS, DRIED i 4E AT NTIF ee It tural bran—nothing add —— . : " WHEAT SHARC DDE 0 ae, thir taken away—wJust t OYSTES meta — tick r] 1 a pate 1 all ht- ! ALMONDS et rtm al t, pul t bran produ OATMEA anne | ‘ | ’ \ t ) Phe lara () PINA (ee een Ace a 1! BREAL h ee ea un packag tully 50] DATES me cna t tol out One tl . 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130 engaged in the twenty industry has increased times. There appears the istonishing advantage of mass production More wealth with less labor. The dilemma yet to be faced. The mass producer is ssity to increase his output faster than people multiply. Thus he tends to overwhelm the domestic demand. The of automobiles could increase 120 t ) the last twenty years without ex- g the American demand, because it vas a new thing and we were 110,000,000 of the richest people in the world. But it t ine 120 times in the next twenty same plan and base. Even if doubled, which it hardly though everybody became ee times richer, still, 120 times ent output of 3,000,000 automobile would mean a little more than a car a half a year for each man, woman and n the cour try It is i. ipossible the answer? Either the auto bile industry must suddenly stop its point of saturation in the irket, with consequences that errific, or it must undertake to whole world with automobiles ng that way, and that is why the rising in the list of exports. an exhibit in the case. The of facts holds as to the production in general hardly under nece reaset me vrowth at the Americar automobile i it 1 merety ime formation f as Of nas Dependence on Foreign Nations What all this goes to say is that we are apidly becoming a nation that brings raw materials from afar, applies its labor to them and exports the products of high skill; at imports hides and exports shoes; that imports rubber and rubber nation thut conserves its me th one crude *x por i goods it materials tead of own raw selling hem unmanufac ured nation that requires all the food it product ind buys suste om others It does not have to be that kind of nation. Thereisno ibsolute necessity But it has already a long way in direction and nance f wont that have no thought of turning bach Unless it to turn bacl and take the i feading to eems to meat road self containment, it must have a chant marine It stands reoted in the principle of common prudence, n the very instinct of survival, that a mer itior dependent pon foreign the means of bodily ources for lacking own produc ustenance for Taw materials vital to the proce of its industry must ‘ hips of its > Dring these itself. It rationally trust others to per rm th servic ire A nation did trust to perform would act place its thi wrvice by that the } ie of the hands ol hired carriers might sud cease to be ife in the hey dently nterested in your survival; or, with the best of inten toward you | they might become ngaged in a wal among themselves wu we Lions THE SATURDAY No less does it stand rooted in all knowl- edge of human nature that if you are upon the necessity to find, create and foster markets in foreign countries for those prod- ucts of high skill which you are obliged to sell abroad in progressive quantities, and have to do this in competition with other industrial nations likewise upon the neces sity to find, foster and create foreign markets for similar products of skill, you cannot trust them, your rivals, to carry your trade and deliver your goods. You cannot put this essential act of business in the hands of competitors. No competent business man would dream of doing it. Then how can a nation on hent afford to do it? The British are our industrial competitors They are also the great ocean carriers. They say “Leave it to us. We will carry your for eign trade for less than it will cost you to perform that service for yourselves. We have done it for the past fifty or sixty years, haven't we?” They have Sut that was in the second phase of our existence, which is past; it was when, in the first place, foreign trade was not very important in our scheme and represented no necessity whatever; and while, in the second place, our exports were such as sold themselves cotton, food, meat products, labor-saving machines, which could be had nowhere else. Our customers came in their own ships and took them away. It is a matter in very different aspect when our exports begin to be vital to our economic system and the things we are obliged to sell not only will not sell themselves, but come more and more into hard competition with the similar products business keenest EVENING POST of other industrial nations, especially those that insist upon carrying our ocean trade. To create and foster foreign markets you must control your own way to the customer, you must be responsible for every act in the transaction, and you will have to make large investments in goodwill, prestige and service— particularly service —which in the beginning may not pay. This is too obvious to seem arguable Before the war for many years we won- dered why we did so little business with South America. One reason was that the trade between the United States and South America was regulated and controlled by a combination of German and British lines The Germans and British together were our principal rivals for the business prefer- of South America. Their shipping service in the American-South American trade was very slow, and there was no other. It was actually quicker to come to New York from South America by way of London than to come direct. The result was that South Americans stopped in Lon don and left their business there. If we complained about the service, those who performed it for us said, “It’s all the service the business warrants. Increase the busi ness and we will increase the service.”” That was a perfect answer The business did not warrant any more service; the other side of it was that with out better service we could not increase the business. One of the first things the United States Shipping Board did after the war was to establish a service of fast cargo and pas- senger boats to South American ports against the British line, which, when the Germans had been swept away, controlled ence ) eS ae hoe ho im Pe AS LLL eam CRM SIS RPP ESE co SO wees NAR SA an ne ITY inv vile February 25,1924 the trade alone. The average time of a voy- age between the United States and South America was shortened one-third. The British line then cut rates. The Shipping Board met the cut and promised to go as much further with that, pleasantry as was necessary. The British line, with its obso- lete boats, could not compete; therefore it withdrew. It is expected to return with a fleet of fast new boats. Meanwhile our busi- ness with South America is increasing re- markably, and our contacts are such as never were possible before, simply by rea- son of the fact that the service of American ships has brought the merchants of South America five or six days nearer to the mer chants of the United States Our South American Trade The case of our South American trade, being typical, will bear further examina tion. In 1912, two years before the war and before we had ships of our own, the Mer chant Marine Committee of the House of Representatives investigated the foreign shipping combinations that carried Amer ican commerce. It found British and Ger man lines working together under a pooling and rate-fixing agreement for the regula tion of trade between the United States and Brazilian ports. They determined in their own discretion what the traffic should bear and how it should be served. That it was served badly need not be alleged on our own experience. The government of Brazil thought the service intolerable and estab lished a line of its own, called the Lloyd Braziliero. The British-German combina tion was not strong enough to put the Brazilian Government out of business; it had only the power to make the Bra zilian Government run its ships at a loss In 1912 twenty-two Brazil ian ships were loaded to their full capacity with mer chandise from New York southbound but northbound, from Brazil to New York, they were ur able to load more than 6 per cent of their capacity, not withstanding the fact that their rate on coffee was 40 per cent lower than the rate charged by the British German combina tion. The New York agent of the Brazil ian line testified, “That the busines as a whole, both northbound and southbound, would be profitable; and in fact present rates could be reduced if the line were able to obtain a fair pro portion of the ex isting cargo on the upward run.” The United States imports $150,000,000 worth of coffee annually Brazilgrowsit. But when the Brazilian Government, dis satisfied with the service of the Eu ropean shipping combination, put on ships of its own to bring the coffee to us, it could not touch the trade. The monopoly was too powerful with the shippers It controlled, be- sides the American Brazilian trade, also the Brazil- European trade, and it could for that reason say to a shipper that if he patronized and be temporarily inable to perform the ervice A Map Prepared by the Navy Department, Showing the Mandated Areas in the Pacific Oceana Through Which Our Ships Must Sail to Reach the Philippines the Brazilian (Continued on Page 135

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Continued from Page 130 ships to the United States there was telling what might happen to his Europea cargoes. Moreover, he would lose his de ferred rebates The Merchant Marine Committee of the House of Representatives found that similar monopolistic pooling, rate-fixing service-decreeing agreements among for eign shipping lines, principally British and German lines, existed in every American trade route over-sea in all the Americar South American trade, in all the Americar uropean trade, in the American-Levant trade, in the American-African trade, in the American-Asiatic trade, and so on “The facts show,”” wrote the committee its findings, ‘“‘that it is the almost ur versal practice for steamship lines engaging n the American foreign trade to operate both onthe inbound and outbound voyages, inder the terms of written agreements, con- ference arrangements or gentlemen’s under tandings, which have for their principal purpose the regulation of competitior through either, (1) the fixing or regulation f rates, (2) the apportionment of traffic by allotting the ports of sailing, restricting the number of sailings, or limiting the vol ime of freight which certain lines may arry, (3) the pooling of earnings from all i portion of the traffic, or, (4) meeting the competition of nonconference line ‘In nearly all the trade routes to and from the United States,” the committee continued finding, “the conference lines have a virtual monopoly of the line service All monopolies are liable to abuse, and in our foreign carrying trade the monopoly obtained by the conference lines has n« been subject to any legal control. While carriers by land are supervised and must conform to statutory requirements in the matter of rates and treatment of shippers, steamship companies, through private a rangements, have secured for themselves monopolistic powers as effective in many nstances as though they were statutory.” Such was the state of facts before the war—before we had offshore ships of our own. The whole American over-sea trade n the hands of foreign steamship monop lies, which monopolies were owned and controlled by our principal industrial com petitors! So it will be again unless we have and keep a merchant marine. t The Famous Baltic Pool It was said in defense of these monopolie that they were necessary to rationalize the carrying trade of the world, to stabilize rates and to prevent ruinous competitior But the uses of monopoly are mainly two One is to stabilize rates as high as possible; the other is to kill competition. One of the tricks of the British-German shipping mo nopolies was to send out fighting ships, so alled, their errand being to destroy a new hip line by taking the business from it at any price down to nothing. When the fighting ships came back with the corpse they were returned to the fleets from whicl they had been temporarily detached and their losses were immediately and fairly divided among all the members of the mo nopoly. Ultimately, of course, the shipper paid those losses And if you think it may be only a ques tion of rates, that means you do not under tand that the power to fix freight rate like the power to levy taxes. It may be ised for revenue only, or it may be used for a purpose of destruction The foreigt shipping monopolies that carried our over ea trade at rates they fixed to suit them selves were able, when they so pleased, to destroy that trade simply by making th: rates prohibitive. Instances are not want ng. There was, for example, the Baltic pool, formed by British, German and Scar dinavian lines to regulate and control the trade between the United States and Baltic Sea ports. The Merchant Marine Com mittee of the House of Representatives found the following facts “Complaints filed with the committee tend to show that the aforementioned

agreements have been instrumental in greatly increasing the rates on variou American exports, especially flour, which item was made the basis of one of the pools Prior to the agreement among the lines, the rates on flour to Christiania and Baltic ports were approximately on a level with those to Rotterdam, Antwerp and Hull. If the Hamburg-American Line wished at that time to compete with the Scandinavian American Line running directly from New York to Christiania and Copenhagen, it

was obliged to take flour at the same rate as the direct Scandinavia: the local freight from Han tiania and Copenhagen out of its own ocear freight. With the formation of the Balt }

pool, however, the rates to Christiania and Copenhagen, it charged, were advance even in excess of the full ocean rate from New York to Hamburg, plus the local rate from Hamburg to Christiania and Cope hagen, with the result that American f exports to Scandinavian and Baltic port have beer practically elin ated,” The rates were quoted for iustratior Those from New York to Baltic ports were some cases nearly twice the rates from New York to Li erpor and sectl tof the pooling agreement said that the rate fron Newport News, Norfolk and Baltimors should be two cents a hundredweig! than the rate from New York, and from Philadelphia one cent a hundred weight higher a t higher t he rate The Power to Destroy “Such rates,’ said the committee ire considered prohibitive, and so far above the world’s general lreight market a totally to stop, for months at a time, the sale of one of America’s largest export iten to the markets of Scandinavia and | land. ‘During former years, previous to thé formation of the Baltic pool,’ as one pron nent flour dealer writes to the committe American mills did a regular busine wit} iles almost every day all the year round to these markets After the Baltic pool was formed it has happened that sales car only be made occasionaliy, when Amer ica has had a record crop or can offer fl at exceptionally low prices. The conse quence is that German and English mill have secured the regular business which American n formerly had to Scand navia and Finland. In plain words, the Baltic pool, through charging exorbitant and prohibitive rates, are stopping the reg ular trade of American mills to these markets.’”’ There is the power of destructic And ond the power of foreign steams} ip pool to k ll our Balt Sea flour trade, a power to control and fluence the prosperity of American port simply by making rates that will cause traffic to move through this one or that one; and we have nothing to say about it The committee considered the effect of another agreement to regulate the American- Mediterranean trade “A number of complaints were filed w the committee, protesting against what are called unreasonable advances in rates which have been made since January 1, 1912 when the present westbour Mediterra nean Freight Agreement went into effect Two important increases of rates have occurred. . An examination of the rates before and after the first increase, o1 twenty-four leading articles exported from Naples to the United States, shows that the crease varies [rom a minimum » take a little risk in the way ol busi ple, Smyrna, Salonik Ode Batum people began trying to think mething in the way of merchandise to aischarged their relel cargoe >

venture on the American market. They tl ght of many things uu May gue ! ed fruits, canary r hae t t hair,sku i é rug 1 one thing you would never guess. That W ] meaning old rags, old rubbers, old hoe inything like that American i dustry consumes an enormous quantity of ink for making paper, shoddy, many things you ca it recognize. It could use all that Levant ink And the movement of it hitherw i became presently heavy that the an t had to be limited to 500 tons a hip. tlow fantastic! American industry mporting d rags from that part of the W i to which the American Government ending famine relief cargoes! i he el work ceased but trade be tween the | ted State ind the Levant ise. It held up in a remarkable ! er for seve reasor One was that new le iyot started, and trade beget trace \ the Wa that all the Greel Ame an and Armenian-American trader nt preferred American ships be cause they were American; and most of the Greek, Armenian and Turkish traders or the other le prefe red them, too, because they were all ina state of feeling against the Britis} Another reason was that the Turk nh delight, the canary seed, the rugs and carpe f the Levant had found a ready market in this country, not to forget the ink--above everything elise, the junk Ame n industry wanted it t thir ve to be paid for, And paid { With things created by methods of mass produc With Ford « notably Every Ameri hip going to the Levant for junk ca n its hold Ford cars and spare parts. There you see it We exchange automobiles for junk! That foreign trade Offsets to Our Losses he American Government’s ownership operation of ships entail an apparent from $30,000,000 to $50,000,000 a

hat is without counting interest on ipital invested, nor does it allow any thing tor deprecation of assets. Congress i votes the money necessary to t going Many taxpayers, whose money it might be easily persuaded that he neatest way with the loss would be to merchant marine out to sea and tie a stone to it. But tl is by no means a f If the offsets could be the might ind leave a e |] t ‘ Alr t for cer 4) ! difference he t ial ocean freight bill i f the foreigr ( had the ‘ iW re llation to 4 Ame i ea trade \ ent ( eal ‘ e little enough to ex time hung? | I ‘ than we ’ Yi ise of onl 5 vould . i enl 4 ad we { ¢ va tead ket Past four l t touch foreign t that yo : af 1 t t the | f our Yet + ‘ i ‘ t i the a hing } erity of ir foreign com meres inning now in a world-wide post le depre n at twice the mone’ had before the war, is very large to be set down in credit to the fact that we ‘ eping America s in trade routes ‘ ‘ ever ida ul ng like such ser re Continued on Page 137

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Continued from Page 135 Here is no thesis for an American mer- chant marine. All that is proved is the im portance of knowing what we are about. If we mean to be economically self- contained, then we need no merchant marine; then we have the wrong kind of Navy; then industry, so far as it has contem- plated foreign markets as an outlet for mass production beyond the point of internal sat- uration, has made a great blunder. It must recast its ideas; the sooner the better. sut if we mean to pursue an economic course upon which we are already started, increasing our dependence upon foreign sources for essential raw materials and certain kinds of food, thereby obliging our selves to increase our exports of manufac- tured goods beyond any measure hitherto imagined, then we need a merchant marine ol our own It becomes a necessity, an indispensable means to our ends. We require in that case not a lot of ships, but a merchant marine n fact, well balanced and suitable; one that will give us prestige in the world, provide adequate and swift service and support a powerful forthgoing navy. Yet here we stand debating the question if a merchant marine as if it were separately debatable on its merits; and while we de- bate it there is a comfortable feeling among us that, whatever else, and whether we have a merchant marine or not, we are a naval power second to none in the world. That is not true. It is a delusion In the naval-limitation treaty it is stipu- lated that the United States and Great Britain shall be equal in naval strength and that Japan shall come next; and that the naval strength of Japan in relation to that of either the United States or Great Britain hall be as three is to five. Hence it is called 5-5-3 Pact, meaning that the United and Great Britain are five-five; or, you may say freely, the United States ind Great Britain shall break fifty-fifty and Japan as to either of them shall break thirty-fifty This treaty is explicitly observed, Yet n sea power, either offensive or defensive, the United States is nowhere near fifty- lifty with Great Britain. The instant naval trength is limited—meaning by this a na- tion’s strength in warships—that instant the balance of sea power is transferred from warships to merchant vessels, from the navy to the merchant marine. Secretary Denby’s Statement The cost of maintaining a balance of sea power in merchant ships is much less than the cost of keeping it in warships, as is ob vious from the fact that in time of peace a warship is a dead expense, with no earning capacity; whereas a merchant vessel, suit able to assist the navy in time of war as a scout or a swift light cruiser, may in time of peace support itself in trade. And this was one reason why Great Britain was very willing to consider a limitation of naval armament. The cost of keeping up with the United States in warship construction has no end and was becoming prohibitive. So it was at last our recovered power in ships in warships, mark you—that brought to pass a historic achievement, namely, the irms-limitation agreement among the five principal nations of the world However, the enthusiasm for it as an men of universal peace did somewhat ob- scure a military fact. The spiral competi- tion in warship building that would at last have made bankrupt all but the richest people—this was stopped. At thesame time, by the same act, the balance of sea power went out of our hands and the strategy thereof was set back to the position of 1588, when 197 British vessels, of which only thirty-four were in fact naval ships, de- troyed the Spanish Armada. All the 197 vessels fought and it was the weight of the merchant marine that won the battle and saved England The See retary of the Nav y, Mr. Denby, stated it bluntly when he said to Congress: “That nation which has a merchant marine will rule the world as against another nation that has no merchant marine in the case of no navies. What I mean is that if we sank every ship of war in the worid at this moment, Great Britain would rule the world beyond a question of doubt. There- fore, from the military point of view, it seems to me that the creation of a merchant marine is a vital necessity to our country. I mean a vital necessity if we are going to keep up a military establishment, which I sume we are going to do.” THE SATURDAY That is, if we mean to become a trading nation, importing essential raw materials and food and exporting manufactures to pay for them; or if we mean to keep the Philippines, on the other side of the Pacific, which we cannot reach without passing through mandated foreign areas, as you will see from a glance at a map prepared by the General Staff of the Army It ran through all the thought of the Arms Limitation Conference at Washing- ton—and the American delegates them- selves called attention to it—-that as the importance of warships decreased, that of merchant ships increased by inverse ratio A. D. Lasker, then chairman of the Ship- ping Board, with intimate personal access to the thoughts of the President, says President Harding would not have sup ported the idea of limiting our naval strength had he not believed we should be able to develop a great merchant marine to sustain our sea power against that of any other nation. The Balance of Sea Power This we have not begun to do. Our mer- chant marine, calling it such, is weaker now than it was when the Arms Limitation Treaty was signed—-weaker by having aged, with no new construction taking place. The shortcomings that handicap it from a commercial point of view are much more pronounced when it is considered in relation to the Navy It has a great pre ponderance of slow cargo vessels that in time of war, because of their low speed would retard the Navy, and very few fast passenger ships to act as scouts, cruisers and transports Our position compares with that of Great Britain thus { i I I e than 20 Knots s} 1 s hip IX to 20 knot pp hips of 16 to IS Knots spe s 7 hips of 15 knot pee ' | ta LU Lf KI t I ) a With equality in warships, there is no question as to where the balance of sea power lies If we mean to have a successful merchant marine at all we shall have to add to it a large number of fast chips. If we do not mean to have a successful merchant ma rine, then either we shall have to build a number of auxiliary ships for the Navy or ignore the fact that a second time in our history we have surrendered our power on the sea--this time with a line of defense running from Maine around Porto Rico, through the Panama Canal, out to the Philippines and back to Alaska. We should sometime perhaps have to shorten it whether we wished to do so or not. It is a question to be decided. It now stands open. We are doing nothing about it. We are wondering what to do with the ships we already have. The building of new ocean-going ships has stopped, whereas it is one certainty about ships that to have a merchant marine you have to keep building all the time, no matter what conditions are The English know this. They are building better ships, fast ships, motor ships, witl grants of aid from the British treasury, though millions of tons of perfectly good old ships are lying idle all over the place Since the Arms Limitation Conference there has been some disinclination at Was! ington to stress the military argument for a merchant marine. It has been thought that to do so would offend that pacifist senti ment which is supposed to flourish in our middle Some of the most earnest sup porters of ships have said, ‘You can’t sell the idea of a merchant marine in the Middle West if you talk too much about sea power! and about the relation of merchant vessel to our naval establishment.” To this one may answer: It was our power in warships—the power to lay down two against any other nation’s one — that brought about the limitation of naval armaments aggressive purpose, but exerted it romar tically to a pacific end. What reason is there to suppose we should ever us ea power otherwise? Moreover, the idea of the Navy itself was sold in the Middle Ws not to any pacifist sentiment existing there, but toa faith that inhabits Americar Power inclines to them. They cannot avoi it. And they will know what to do wit! Editor’s Note—This is the fourth of a series of articles by Mr. Garrett. The next will appear in ar early issue EVENING POST We turned our power to no WASHINGTON THE PLACE OF PILGRIMAGE OF PATRIOTIC AMERICANS As the visitor to Washington passes through this great city gate, the Union Station ot the ¢ the distance, he cannot look up beholds the mposing dome apit cene without feeling that he has pulse of our government w throl ngton must be it must be felt by co t Ameri f the fur j / sa, PERE NM BA ss ae i on ! j Ae N Math Sis isthe Mee rat Sevan THE LINE OF THE CAPITOL LIMITED. | % sy

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST EAST IS EAST (Continued from Page 7) doesn’t want; he lacks the courage to and because vague idea that the what wants to matters he can't even cept nimigration what she any accurate f what he he probably intil she ha for example, le immigra | Yet by he pe! mmigrants from ter America d for all she ,every may be 6,000 ontrary 6,000 quabbling and gx has been go ngton during three yea ince Con was forced into action the immigration question by the wide outcry influx of low- that the issue ided, and leg apparently lost sight of the extreme simplicity of the country’s needs in the matter of immigration Let n April 11, 1921, and 1923, the House et 112 times, eountry the i 1 igainst has become clo lutors have March 4 Immigration Committee docketed 92 bills and reso lutions, reported !1 bills and resolutions, brought 7 bills and resolutions up for con ideration on the floor of the House, and published 2681 pages of printed hearings in }different pamphlets, or about asmuch ma ‘rial as would be contained in 10 mystery Vel The Way to Restrict d of Pennsylvania Avenue, in of Labor, sits Secretary of Labor Davi onferring with a corps of im migration ad over the arduous task of writing an immigration bill At the other end of Pennsylvania Avenue, in the House Office Building, sits Chairman Albert John on, of the Hlouse Immigration Committee, . with a different corps of immigra- ivisers over the backbreaking job of framing an immigration bill. In various sec of the House Office Bui'ding sit other representatives framing immigration bills of their own, sometimes with and sometimes vithout advisers. And over in the Senate Office Building sit various grave and digni approving with portentous ods the framing of other immigration bills “he ideas behind these different bills may and usually are wholly but why they hould be is one of the great iysteries of modern times, lor every one of the regiment of persons who are bedewing ives with perspiration hile framing these different lla is firmly in f Af one ¢ the Department isers ed senators, lissimilar; themse favor ol sirable immi America earlier days of there was a great d to-do over the resuming specie and the argument over ways and doing it was deaf he extreme. John Secretary of the y, put an end to the announcing sionately that the way ume specie payments was to resut em The to immi rration, and i equally sim pole The ay to do what needs to be done in immi gration matters is to do it li the different agencies that are trying to frame per immigration laws, ind that have been trying in vain for more than three apparently never ame Uning appites manent years, Polish Emigrants Waiting Outside the American Visa Office in Warsaw law that would be best for the country. And yet, since all of them are agreed on the prin ciples of immigration restriction, they could easily —if they would only get together evolve and agree on the working principles of a permanent immigration law in day's time It has become quite the thing among those who squabble over immigration bills to explain loftily that such and such a thing can't be done in the matter of immigration for this or that reason. But America can do whatever she wants to do as regards immi- gration; and the way for her to proceed is, as has just been said, to find out what she wants to do and then do it. Let us consider for a moment the matter of selection in connection with our immigra- tion law. Most of the nations which send emigrants to the United States in any num- bers use more sense in the sending than does the United States in the receiving. They decide, on a basis of the needs of the coun- try, to whom they shall issue passports. They expedite certain classes. They with- hold passports, frequently, from men of mil- itary age. The United States, on the other hand, takes everyone that other nations care to send, up to a certain numerical point, bar- ring those who have sore eyes or certain other physical handicaps. The people of the United States don’t even know what the needs of the country are. In the entire one United States there isn’t a person who can tell truthfully what the country needs Now the only way in which these needs can be accurately, scientifically and truth fully discovered is by the establishment of an agency or a commission or a bureau or a department, headed by able, reliable, public-spirited, nonpartisan and nonpoliti cal citizens, whose entire time shall be de voted to determining exactly what it is that the country needs in the matter of raw ma- terial, within the boundaries set by Con gress in its immigration laws. To let immigrants of every race and oc cupation, no matter how undesirable they may be, pour into America each year by the tens of thousands and hundreds of thou- sands; to take them as they come, hap- hazard, and let them in to breed in any old place; to be ignorant of the people that we get, and to be ignorant of where they go; to do all these things, and then not to regu- late the flow of raw material to the needs of America is abysmal stupidity. Suppose, for example, that you who are reading this article and many of your ac- quaintances went out to a distant country and established a colony, and that the colony was a success, and that you sent home for another 10,000 colonists; and then suppose that the 10,000 new colonists who came out to you were tailors and button- hole cutters and peddlers, when what you needed were woodsmen. What would you February 23,1924 say? You would say a great plenty, and it would be ju tified; but it wouldn’t be printable More than 500,600 immi grants entered America last year, a large number of them from backward countries whose governments are bad and whose theories of go\ ernment are worse. Where are these 500,000 immi grants? What happened to them”? What effect did they have on the localities where they ultimately settled? Nobody knows these th ings, and yet they are cer tainly worth knowing. The people of the United States ought to know them. They ought to have known abou the millions that poured ir each year prior to the war To have known would have been to have more de information inite as to our pres ent immigration needs. Not to know these things ha been criminal folly, for they have a direct bearing on the future soundness and pros- perity of America and the American people. America has left it entirely to the alier to fill the needs of America; but the cour try can never expect to get the correct ar swer so long as it is left even in part to the most ignorant and backward people of the most ignorant and backward countries of Kurope to say who shall populate America and breed the Americans of the future The of America can be discoy ered only by a group or organization of re ponsible and trustworthy Americans who are definitely selected for the purpose of discovering the country’s needs Legislators flap their hands contemptu ously at the mention of a commission and declare that there are too many commis sions anyway, and that a commission would be so susceptible to political influences that its members would permit the laws to be broken down through political pressure needs A Commission Favored The United States is cursed with too many expensive commissions, as anybody can see; but if the United States can get what it needs only by means of another com mission, then it needs another commission The late Senator Dillingham, a leader ir immigration investigation for many years was heartily opposed to the great number of commissions with which the Government was infested; but he stated to friends more than once that in spite of his opposition to commissions he had come to the conclusion that the coun try would never get the sort of immigration that it ought to have until the law was administered by a commis sion As for a commission per mitting the law to be broken down by political pressure, the idea is ridiculous so long as Congress wishes to pre vent the law from being broken down Suppose that passes the 3 per cent quota law again, or a new quota law based on the census of 1890, or a quota law based onthe number of naturalized citizens in the country at the time of the 1929 census All these laws are good as far as they go, for they cut down the number of unde sirables. But they don’t go far enough, for none of the quota laws gives the country the people that it needs. But suppose that Con- gress passes one of them, set- ting the quota of Austria at 7000 and Great Britain at 80,000 and Greece at 3000 and Italy at 40,000 and Poland at 26,000, and so on; Congress think of getting together in in effort to work out the Swedish Emigrants Waiting for American Visas at the American Consulate, Stockholm and suppose it also sets up Continued on Page 143

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Continued from Page 138 an immigration commission and says to the commission: ‘We have set the limit of immigration from each country. Find out the needs of America and supply them within the limits that we have set.”’ What chance would there be for the com mission to submit to political pressure and break down the law? The law would still be the law, and the commission would have no power to say, “ We aren't getting enough people from Poland; we must have 50,000 instead of 26,000.” Its only would be to outline the ort of persons that are needed in America, and to supply that need, if possible, out of Poland’s 26,000 If it weren’t possible then the need wouldn't be supplic d and the 26,000 wouldn’t be used. Concerning the matter of selection, im migration legislators are fond of saying that foreign countries will not permit America to interfere with their internal affairs, and that Ymerica consequently would not be per mitted to select im we Rect in the country of source without spec ial treaties If the House and the Senate Immigratior Committees will question American ular officers who have been in contact wit! power! Kuropean emigration during the past few years, they will be amazed. to learn how much an American consul can do so long as he is allowed to do it by the United State Government, or even so long as the United States Government neglects to see him do ng it. They will also learn that the cor electing that is necessary or anything els« uls can do all thes witnout the aid of treaties to deceive the eye again, that America abolished her passport and visa requirements wit! luropean countries, as she should have done long ago, and as England has been grad ually doing for some time. An Americar pends large amounts of time and money in Suppose, getting small smudgy ink marks on his passport when he travels in and out of France, Norway, Sweden, Denmark and various other European countries. The Englishman spends neither time ncr money, but goes as ee pleases and when he pleases The whole business of requiring visas on passports Was a war measure, and has be- come one of the world’s greatest nuisances and absurdities. Any American who has traveled will be glad to confirm these state ments a his profanity has subsided. soon a Consular Certificates Having abolished all visa and passport requirements where aliens are concerned, the American immigration laws would state that all immigrants must possess a certifi cate issued by the American consul located at the city nearest the immigrant’s place of residence. The certificate, being a paper is ued entirely by the American consul, would be dependent on nothing issued by any other government. The present American visa must be placed on a ps assport issued by a foreign government. Consequently an emigrant, under the present regulations, goes to his government and says, “I want to go to America, and the Americans say I must have a passport.”” His government looks him over and says, “‘All right, you can go to America; here’s a passport.” And it gives him a passport. Then the emigrant goes to the American consul and says, “I have my passport to go to America; please give me a visa.” And the consul, unless he has some particularly potent reason, has to do it or be guilty of technically interfer- ing with another country’s internal affairs. If, however, America ad- mitted only the immigrants who have consular certificates none of them would apply for passports, because passports would be of no use to them. They would go direct to the American consulate and ap- ply for certificates, just as any person might go there and apply for a railroad folder or an income-tax blank or con- sular information of any sort The country in which the con sulate is located would have no reason for stopping its citizens from applying to the consular certificates America, unless the country cared to prohibit them from going. And the country in which they lived could issue pas ports to its citizens till, as the the cows came \ were no longe r re as th ey received could go to they saying gor t sine home; b passports American passport would be of no assistance in getting them to America. And if the country in which they lived cared to prohibit the ‘ Americar juired authorities, immigration holders of from going to America, it could unquestionably do so without causing any poignant anguish to the Government of the United States. Con consular certificates equently the consuls would be electing the mmigrants who could enter America, or no mmigrants would enter Ameri Defects of the Law Congressmet who have no first-hand tion call this a com uls who are in dail all its phase knowledge of immigra plicated scheme. Con contact with immigration in say that there is nothing complicated or difficult about it at all; and that, further there ense to it. This is mor in the most sensitively attuned ear will hear them saying for the existing law It might conceivably happen, under the present law, that the first 26,000 persor more, is SOomé eve! rom Poland who applied for admission to the United State might be women, in which case the entire Polish jyuota would be ed by women, Or the entire 26,000 might be dressmakers and tailor In which case the entire quota would be filled by dre ikers and tailors. hould it be so? t shouldn't be so It is only a step to the the crowds of would-be — towns to the smiling farms f Denmi and from the apital of De mark it is only a ferry ride across the strait » Malmé and the Swedish countryside he bulk of the Danes and Swedes Norwegians who dwell in cities have a pe culiarity that isn’t possessed by the native of any other countries in Europe—at least not to the same extent. Almost any Amet ican that one encounters in a Danish or Swedish or Norwegian city might, from his Dane or a Swede or Norwe Dane or Swede or northwest I n emigrants in the sand tow j ana looks, be a gian; and almost every Norwegian might be an Ame . an Persons who declare that t tinct American type may be correct in cer tain respects; but the fact remains t American who has traveled widely can a most invariably distinguish an American among acrowd of Englishmen in London, or among acrowd of Dutchmen in The Hague or among Italians or Rumanians, or amor any other European nationality; but he can seldom distinguish him among a crowd of Danes or Swedes or Norwegians in Co penhagen or Stockholm or Christiania unt he hears him speak. Of the three Scandinavian countrie Sweden has sent to the United States the largest number of emigrants; and by the per cent law she is still entitled to send the largest number of peopl of all the Scan dinavian countries. She can 20,000 here is no di it al send THE SATURDAY EVENING POST against Poland’s 26,000; Norway can send 12,000 against Czecho-Slovakia’s 14,000; and Denmark can send 5600 against Ru- mania’s 7400. Let us therefore consider the rt of emigrant that Sweden sends to America Persons who had the opportunity of visit g the impressive and beautiful exposition of Swedish life, manufactures, arts and ventions at Gothenburg, Sweden, last year must have been struck by the evident pride of the Swedes in the manner in which Swed nh emigrant had grown into the life of \merica and by their delight in the fact that Swedes in America are considerabl) quicker on the uptake than a great many of America’s present-day immigrant On the walls of one of the the Gothenburg Expo explained these big rooms at ition were hung harts which detail rhe el immigrants to matter in arts showed that America years old could read, and of all Swedish immigrants ‘3 per cent of all not more than ten that 99.6 per cent to America could read; that 74 per cent of all immigrants into America were able to speak or read Knglish after spending ten years in Amer of Swedes who car nglish after ten years in ica; but the pe ak or read | percentage America is 100 per cent After five year re lence in America 68 per cent of all for eigners can speak and read English, while the Swedish percentage is 98.5 per cent According to these Swedish figures, 19.4 per cent of all immigrants in American cities live in their own houses, but 28 per immigrants live in their lhe foreigners in America who live 1.4 to a room, while the live .9 in a room After five year America, 6.2 per cent of all immigrants are naturalized citizens; 2.5 per cent of the Swedes are naturalized at the end of that time After ten years’ 56.9 per cent of all foreigners are and 51.6 per cent of the Swedes cent of Swedish own homes ve in tow! Swede residence in but esidence ituralized Fine Immigrants from Sweden In the would cealing in face of these figures, a person to indulge freely in fact order to persuade himself Swedish immigration is undesirable At the Gothenburg Exposition too, could see models and pictures of the good hip Kalmar Nyckel, which carried the first Swedish colony to America in 1637 and de posited it in the Delaware region to the glory have con that one f Sweden and the benefit of America; and ol the cheese box on the ralt, which wa vented by one John Ericsson of Sweden to knock tl tuffing out of the oy ship Merrimac during the Civil Wa d there ere liKEWIS¢ photograph ‘d “exhibits ym the Swedish settlements in Aroostool Count Maine, where the Larsons and the Carlsons and the Petersons and the Han ind the Johnsons and the Dalberg ricksons make themselves useful rnamental in developing the and the | as well a land and land and causing it to flourish with even more flourishings than are commonly as wiated with the green bay tree The Swede end good people to America and who knows it The brand of emigrant wholeave Sweden for America they don’t care » good that the Swede have formeda ety Against migration in ar eflort to persuade prospec ‘ emigrants not to emigrats The director of the Swed ish National Society Against migrat Doctor Molin, » Nationa t explained his society's atti tude in the following way Sweden is a country that as great natural resource he depends entirely on her own people to develop these resource and we therefore feel that we shall have need of all those who are w lea ng us, ¢ pecially ince they are young and strong ‘Just now the economi situation in Sweden is bac an after result of the war and other things, and cor equently the people are unusually eager to emigrate especially skilled laborer These, we understand, will be welcome in America; and not many opportunities exist for them in Sweden, so we American consulate for a con- sular certificate; and as soon Shops in Potand make no effort to hold them Continued on Page 145 Read Your Gasoline Supply Right On the Dial the K-SG ind easily asoline Telegage can be quickly installed by your garage or acces dealer, price installed $14.00; or, if your dealer has not yet placed it in stock we will send you the Telegage with directions for installing, on receipt of price THE KING-’SEELEY CORPORATION 411 Maynard St Arbor Michigan The KS GASOLINE sory complete Ann 4126 Fyr-Fyter Bldg Safe Malted Milk Milk PY For Infants, Children, Invalids, the Aged, « Avoid The Fyr-Fyter Co Dayton, O “ask tor HOiCk’s Imitations Easy To Hang Pictures Moore Push-Pins fea Head vieel Point Moore Push-less The Hanger 10c pkts. | MOORE 2 PIN CO., Philadelphia, Pa with the Tu The Curtis st Publishing Company, 743 Independence Square, Philadelphia Penna., will tell y how to make money in your spare time, as subscription rez resentative of 7 he Post in your local BARN BIG, MONEY SALESMEN Selling ‘Indestructible Twit! 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Continued from Page 143 here. Our special work at present is to keep the young farmers from leaving Sweden in large numbers for the purpose of getting homesteads in the United States and Can- ada. We think that in Sweden, by helping them to build homes at low prices and to get land on good terms, we can give these oung men the same or nearly as good opportunities as they can find in America.” When asked whether his society was making any appreciable dent in the out pouring of young Swedish farmers to Amer ica, Doctor Molin replied with an air of regret that he feared it wasn't Emigration from Sweden to the United States, until 1923, wasn’t so large as its quota. Sweden is a prosperous country and its peo} le have been prosperous. There was little attraction for the average Swedish workman in the knowledge that if he went to America he would have to compete with cheap labor from Southeastern Europe The Swedes have developed their ow1 country without importing large quantities of labor from any part of Europe. An oc casional attempt has been made by mine owners and manufacturers to employ Poles in the Swedish mines and factories, but the employers have never been satisfied with them, and neither have the workmen During 1922 forty-seven Poles entered Sweden and thirty-three Poles left Sweden, ind th immigration and emigration of ther Southeastern Europeans was practi illy nonexistent Yet not a voice was raised among the irge employers of labor in Sweden to the effect that if liberal quantities of laborers from Southern and Eastern Europe were not at once imported into the country for the purpose of developing its resources the financial ruin of the nation would be com plete This cry is frequently raised in the United States by large employers of labor; but it has no more basis in fact than it would have in Swede The United States has aptly been called a great country; and those who consider ts greatness and then declare in all serious ess that it cannot continue to be prosper- uus unless hundreds of thousands of Poles, Southern Italians, Greeks, Rumanians and Russians are imported each year ought to arrange to have their heads examined by an ivory expert Sweden can continue to keep her bonds at par without such importations; and though Sweden is a highly cultured na- tion, with beautiful cities, charming women, brave men and all that sort of thing, to say nothing of large numbers of the heartiest eaters and drinkers known to man, her re sourcefulness is probably no greater than that of the United States An Interesting Comparison The number and the classification of emigrants who leave Sweden for the United States make interesting reading by com parison with the regiments of dressmakers tailors, seamstresses and shoemakers who ligrate from Poland During 1922, 797 persons emigrated from Sweden to America. Of this number, 3584 were what e Swedes list as industry and handicraft orkers, the most numerous subdivisions this class being ¢ irpenters, concrete rkers, sawmill workers, mechanics and rinzers; 3520 were farmers, 1291 were lomestic servants, 1195 were business men ind 2206 were listed under unclassified laborers and occupations. Owing to labor troubles and strikes in Sweden in 1923, the 1923 quota was completely filled, and the people wh« filled it were of the same types that went tn 192: The comparison becomes even more in teresting when one travels to Stockholm and visits the American consulate there for a first-hand look at the emigrants. Three years ago, in Poland, the American consu latein Warsaw got the use of a large covered meat market during off hours as a visa office, since it was the only building large enough to accommodate the crowds of prospective emigrants under one roof; but after a time the Polish Health Bureau stopped the use of the market for that purpose. To walk into the same room with a crowd of emigrants from Poland was like coming up on the lee ward side of a glue factory on a warm day The emigrant lines in Warsaw, moreover, had to have police protection because of the attempts at fraud and larceny that were constantly being made by the emigrants on one another. In Sweden the emigrants look and act like regular people. They are admitted to THE SATURDAY a large room separated from several mem- bers of the consular staff by nothing more restraining than an open doorway. If this were to happen in Poland the consular staff would be instantly mobbed by frantic emi grants. They would be frantic for no par- ticular reason, but merely because it is their nature to be frantic at times when calmness is most urgently desired. But in Sweden the emigrants wait patiently in their big room, looking at the magazines on the ta bles and conversing in whispers The mere fact that magazines can be left on the tables for the emigrants to look at is worthy of note, for in more eastern countries the acquisitive sense of the im- migrants is so great that all movable objects to which any value, sentimental or other wise, attaches must be carefully removed from their vicinity The Swedish emigrants, like most of the Swedes, are orderly, clean, educated -the Swedish school system is rated by educa- tors as about the best in the world—self- respecting, and have a high regard for law and order. With slight shades of difference, they have the same manners, habits and political principles that are common to old- stock Americans; and George Washington pointed out in his Farewell Address that the citizens of America, “‘with slight shades of difference, have the same manners, habits and political principles.” Why Men Leave Home An American who is high in the govern- ment service and close to the administra tion of the immigration law said recently of Scandinavian immigrants in general “America doesn’t have to install Amer- icanization schools for these immigrants. She doesn’t have to keep the Department of Justice watching them every minute. She doesn’t have to fill her insane asylums with them. America knows what she’s getting when she gets them, and where they are go- ing. If America wants this sort of immi- gration she can keep having it, or she can specialize on peddlers and nonproducers from the east and the south, all depending on how loudly she speaks to the men who make her laws.” At the same time there are certain fea- tures of Swedish—and all other European emigration that should be kept in mind. Swedish emigrants leave Sweden for Amer- ica because they are out of work and hope to get better jobs, or because they aren't earning enough money to live properly. The immigration movement is purely an eco- nomic one; and consequently America should exercise the right to say which of the job hunters she will accept, just as do Eng land and France, and just as does any business | interviewed the following series of emi- grants as they passed through the Stock- holm consulate, in order to discover their reasons for going to America. The names have been altered, since most of them have relatives or close friends in America Eesken Carston, from a small town to the north of Stockholm, was a fine-looking youngster with blue eyes and flaxen hair He was a carpenter, but for two months he had been out of work. He had distant relatives in Sioux City, lowa, and he had heard that carpentering jobs were easy to get in America, so he was on his way Lingerd Fagren was an electrical repair man and had worked steadily for seven years until two months previous, when he had lost his job. He was going to New York, where he had several acquaintance His friend John Hallberg was a sawmill worker. His hands had the texture of shark kin, even though he had been out of work or five weeks. He had an uncle in Sioux ‘ity, and he was supremely confident that e could get a job there Kurt Lindborg was a metal etcher who was dissatisfied with his pay of sixty kronen a week something under twenty dollars He had heard that a friend of his who was no better than he was had got a job at seventy dollars a week in America, so he was taking his wife and heading for his uncle in Stroms burg, Nebraska, his uncle having assured him that living conditions in America are much better than in Sweden. When the subject of registration was mentioned, he said that he was quite accustomed to put ing down his pedigree whenever he went from one city to another—from Stockholm to Malmdé, for example. Like everybody else in Europe, he was used to it, and wouldn’t have the slightest objection to do ing it in America. It would seem strange EVENING POST | the cars in the world could park on Dunlop Yr ubber lands TRETCHING far out into the Pacific and Indian oceans, is the corner of Asia where DUNLOP has its own rubber estates. So vast are these lands, they could easily hold all the world’s millions of automobiles. Thirty-six years of tire building, ever since John Dunlop invented the first pneumatic tire, have proved the wisdom of controlling the source of raw material. American motorists get extra miles because DUNLOP controls the selection of the rubber used in the tires made in the ninth and great- est DUNLOP plant at Buffalo, U.S.A.

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Meade Of Copper 99.8% Pure EVENING POST he said, to go to a country where one didn’t need to register. Olaf Jensen was on his way back to Amer- ica, where he had lived for twenty years as a copper miner and borax miner. He would be glad to get back to America, for Sweden seemed strange and small to him. Axel Hand, from Homdal, a young man with atanned face and blonde hair, had been locomotive fireman for four years, and then had lost his job because of strikes. For six months he had had no work, so he was going to Boston to see his uncle. He knew he could get a job, for he had been a farmer before he went on the railroad. He felt sure of one thing, and that was that he wouldn't be knocked out of work by strikes in Amer- ica Dirk Erikson was eighteen years old. He finished his schooling at fifteen and went on the farm at once. Near Boston he had a relative, and there were many small farms near Boston where he felt sure he could get work John Ekstand was twenty years old. He was a farmer and his father was a farmer. He had never done anything else and didn’t want to. He had saved his fare to America and a little more, and he was going to see his sister in Minneapolis and get a Job on a farm Arlene Carlson was a snappy-looking young blonde who was bound for the home of her sister--a farmer’s wife--in Rhine- lander, Wisconsin. In Sweden there aren't enough men to go around, and had heard on what she considered unimpeach able authority that there were more men in America. The suggestion that she might possibly fall for a farmer, marry him and have to cook for a large crowd of hungry human wolves didn’t distress her in the least She was accustomed to work -a veritable glutton for it. Furthermore, her friends wrote from Minneapolis that life there w glad sweet song; and since so many of her friends had made the trip, she might as well make it too Nels Anderson had been a blacksmith for fourteen years. He had a wife and two children, and his income was ninety-five Gre an hour, or about twenty-four cents. He found it difficult this, as more than a third of his earnings had to be paid for two small rooms. So he was taking his nine-year-old son and going to Philadelphia, where he had friends who had told him that there was plenty of work to be had. It couldn't be worse than Sweden; and he thought that it wouldn’t be many weeks before he sent for his wife and his other son she as one to live on Friends in America Anna Dalquist, from the Aland Islands, had a brother_in Brooklyn. There were too many girls in Aland, so that there weren't enough men to go around, and her brother said that the chances in America were much better. No, she wasn’t going to be a house assistant, but just an ordinary hired girl Lena Gansson, from Dalarne, wore the beautiful Dalarne costume of blue skirt and black, white and green apron, a broad red girdle, a little black bolero jacket and a tiny peaked cap from which hung two little ribbons with balls on the end. White rib- bon was braided into her hair, and an em- broidered pouch hung from her waist and banged against her knee. She was going to French, Wyoming, to get work as a house- maid. She had a friend in French who had set her seal of approval on the place, and she guessed that there was a better chance to earn a living there than in Dalarne. Waldemar Stefanson, from the Aland Islands, was a brisk, snappy, well-informed, tow-headed youth who viewed Sweden's future with the utmost pessimism, largely due to the fact that his pay as a carpenter in the Aland Islands was twenty-five Fin- nish marks, or about sixty-six cents a day. February 25,1924 He had been credibly informed that one could easily draw down eight dollars a day in America; so as soon as he had a clear road, the residents of Sweden wouldn’t be able to see him for the dust of his departure. Andreas Gustafson was a cement con- tractor from Lulea. The competition was so great that one could hardly live, and the climate was so severe that cement working could be indulged in only during the six warm months of the year. Owing to the fact that nights are long in the cold months, one tried to work both day and night in the warm months in order to even things up, and this proved very wearing in the long run. He had a brother-in-law in Ste phenson, Michigan, who was a native-born American; so he was going over there where a person could work winter and summer and keep decent hours. He was taking his wife and his three children, and if he ever got to America, he’d never come back to Sweden. He’d rather be a common laborer in America than a contractor in Sweden Sweden was a poor place nowadays; the government gave unemployment doles, and the people who got them refused to work unless they could get higher wages than anyone could afford to pay. Yes, he knew all about radicals, but they gave him a pain, for he had done too much hard work to take any stock in them Helmer Key’s Views Like every other nation in Europe, Swe den and the Swedes look at emigration to America with a selfish eye. There stant talk in Sweden of block colonies in foreign lands which shall offer a suitable basis for the creation of new markets for the country’s export. The desirability of strengthening the ties between emigrants and the mother country is constantly emphasized, such ties ““may yield national and cultural profits the importance of which ought not to be underrated.” Helmer Key, a distinguished journalist, recently wrote a series of emi gration editorials in the Svenska Dagbladet which is one of the most influential of the Swedish newspapers. He pointed out that an important Swedish problem was “the organization of emigration of more qualified persons, such as doctors, engineers, ele tricians, agriculturists, foresters and other specialists with scientific education. Swe den has quite a large surplus of people who have received their education at universities and technical schools and agricultural col leges, but for whom there is not enoug! work in Sweden. And in order not to create a proletariat of learned persons, which the country cannot support, many are of the opinion that it would be desirable to de crease the number of students. It is argued that it is too expensive to educate more specialists than the country needs. ‘Personally I am of the opinion that this viewpoint is condemnable and, on the con trary, think that the export of highly quali fied labor is desirable. The advantageous positions in transoceani countries ought to become more plentiful as the many settlements which are planned ir foreign countries at present get into work ing order; and nabody should be better abl to maintain the relations with the home country and coéperate in the creation of new markets for its products than such persons, who theoretically are highly quali fied and thereby in a position to represent Swedish culture and economic interests abroad.” America cannot expect her immigration troubles to be settled by the immigrants themselves or by the nations from which they come. They wiil never be settled until America herself finds out what sort of im migrants she actually needs, and then refuses to take any others Is COr since Swedish prospects 0

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he could not desert that gentleman in the hour of his extreme and hopeless trouble. Of course, there was the bare possibility that Mr. Foster might be safe in the drawing- room. Crosby was the only man it was necessary to contend with, as, this being a through car starting at midnight, the tickets were handled by the Pullman conductor only. Too, Epic had made the run with Crosby on other occasions and knew that that stern official was not in the habit of sleeping. Crosby’s attention to duty was simply shocking. Invariably he sat up in the rear car; or, failing that, in any car where sitting space was available; and he took good care to see that his porters did not avail themselves of opportunities for long, luscious naps. If only Crosby could be kept out of the drawing-room! Hop Sure suffered agonies as the man strolled through the car, then breathed a sigh of vast relief to notice that he was temporarily safe. The porter fol- lowed his chief onto the platform, where he stood staring out into the night. The train was making fair time in the general direction of Atlanta. Beyond the windows, Epic could discern the silhouette of Alabama foothills and the occasional winking lights of small towns. The train was jerking and lurching on its way, round- ing at good speed the countless curves on that particular one hundred and fifty-six mile stretch of road. Inside, the car was quiet as the grave The latest of the passengers were composing themselves for the night and praying for rest. [pie stared gloomily down the cafion of green curtains toward the door of Drawing-Room A, behind which lurked tragedy. Then, slowly, he lurched down the aisle of the car and his practiced eye noticed that all the berths were occupied except Upper 10 and Upper 2 “Two mo’ passengers,’ he mused, “‘an’ the on’y place I could put Mistuh Foster ’ceptin’ the drawin’-room—would be where.” Epic seated himself at the lower end of the car, where he commanded an excellent view of the drawing-room door. Thus far the affair had been running much too smoothly to satisfy him This was entirely too good to be tru He prepared himself for a shock, but not quite for the shock he received when Crosby suddenly shoved by him, walked the length of the car and turned the knob of the drawing-room door. Epic swallowed his heart as he stumbled to his feet and zigzagged down the car to join Crosby. That personage glowered upon him. . ‘‘Make up the drawing-room,” he or dered briefly Hop Sure stared, his lower jaw drooping. His head bobbed slow ly on the long skinny neck ‘“‘Drawin’-room?"’ he repeated “Yes, the drawing-room. It is engaged out of Anniston.” “Y-y-yas-suh. H-how want it made up, cap’n?”’ “Upper and lower. And be sure you do a good job. I'll come back and inspect.” “Cap'n, they ain’t no need fo’ you to trouble yo’se’f. What you ought to do, cap’n, is go back yonder an’ take a nap. You is lookin’ pow’ful peeky, Cap’n Crosby; I ain't never seen you lookin’ so bad.” ‘“Nonsense! Don’t talk like an idiot I was never better in my life. Now get busy * “Y-yas-suh, I shuah will. You don’t know half how ‘busy I is rilly gwine git, either.” Hop Sure walked to his linen cioset, where for an inordinate length of time he no- them folkses pretended to assort the necessary linens Crosby joined him. “What's the matter? Why are you so slow?” Epic favored him with a pained expres- sion, “Ts I slow, ecap’n?” “You are.” The conductor's eyes nar- rowed. “Are you drunk?”’ ‘“Me? Good goshness, B'lieve me or not, Cap’n Crosby, knowin’ what I does ‘bout the evils of licker, I woul’n’t touch a drop even if there wasn’t nothin’ else in the whole world.” “Hmph!” Crosby sniffed. “At any rate you better never let me catch you even fooling around where liquor is.” “Boss man, if I c’n he’p it, you suttinly ain’t gwine catch me. Nossuh!” no! RIDE "EM AND WEEP Continued from Page 17 THE SATURDAY The conductor left the car. Hop Sure pussyfooted after him to the vestibule and made sure that he had departed completely Then, with arms piled high with clean linen, he traversed the dimly lighted green-walled corridor of the Pullman and let himself softly into the drawing-room. Mr. Foster was yet asleep, but his slum- ber did not have the same lethal quality it had appeared to possess an hour earlier. The young gentleman was stirring; faint mumblings came from his throat and occa- sionally his lips twisted into the ghost of a grin. Epic stood over him and gazed down commiseratingly. “Mistuh Foster,” he sho'ly in a fix.” He deposited the linens on one of the seats and set busily to work reviving Mr. Foster. The task was not without its difficul- Mr. Foster was happier asleep and he voiced inarticulate protests against the none-too-gentle treatment which the porter was passionately bestowing upon him. Hop Sure rubbed the white gentleman's face and wrists—rubbed them raw. Then he filled a sanitary drinking cup with ice water from the cooler in the lavatory and pitched it full into the face of the other man That treatment proved sufficient!y dras- tie. Mr. Foster scrambled unsteadily to his feet, hitting out wildly in the frantic effort to ward off a hydraulic attack. “’Swater!"’ announced the intoxicated gentleman. ‘’M in the ocean, an’ I can't swim-—can’t swim a lick!” Mr. Epic Peters had become a man of action. He side-stepped one of Mr. Fos- ter’s wild lunges and took his position be- hind the helpless gentleman. Then the porter’s two stringily powerful arms slipped beneath the armpits of his Caucasian friend and he propelled that gentleman violently down the aisle of the car. Until they pulled up short in the vicinity of Section 10, Mr. Foster was too entirely dazed to register a protest. He turned amazed, hurt eyes upon Hop Sure “Never thought it of you,”” he murmured reprovingly. “‘Thought you wash frien’ Do’ wanna go walkin’; wanna shleep.” “You is gwine sleep, boss; you suttinly is. You ain’t gwine do nothin’ else but it, once | gits you in that upper berth. C'mon, be a good spoht an’ climb up yonder. I ain’t no derrick.” Mr. Foster surveyed the pitching, rolling mused, “us is ties. precipice of green, and shook his head helplessly. “Can't doit; ‘stoo high, anyway; might fall out.” “But,” wailed Epic, “if you don't you is li’ble to git th’owed out.” “Never was no good climbin’ , Wanna shleep. Wanna be rocked in the cradle of the deep. You know, Hop Sure, rocked in the cradle Do’ wanna go way up yonder; *stoo tall.”’ Hop Sure was up against it “They is on’y two things I can do,” he reflected miserably, bofe of ‘em wrong.”’ He stared uncertainly up and down the car, and suddenly his face lighted as his eye rested upon the pudgy, interested counte “‘an’ nance of his fellow porter Joe He sum moned that gentleman to his side. “Hot dam, Joe! Nothin’ could look gooder’n you right now C'mon he’p me h’ist this gemmun into that upper berth.” Joe regarded the spectacle solemnly “How come him ecain’t climb up hi ownse’f?”’ The answer came sibilantly, “Drunk!” Joe smiled approvingly ‘*He do kind of remin’ me of a gin mill I useter know down in the Scratch Ankle distric’ Lo-o-oka yonde 4 Hop Sure! He’s done went to sleep tg “Dawg-gone if he ain't! Le’s us lif’ him Neither Hop Sure nor Joe was lacking ir muscle, but they found the task almost too much for their straining bodies. At length, however, they managed to project a small portion of Mr. Foster over the edge of the upper, and the rest was a mere matter of shoving, regardless of its effect upon the unfortunate’s anatomy. 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EVENING POST to him that being in bed fully clothed sa- vored somewhat of indecency, but on second thought he shook his head. “Nossuh, ’twould be mo’ indecenter was he to git th’owed off the train ’thout no clothes on.” Joe was pledged to secrecy and sent back to his own car. Hop Sure, breathing more easily, now that the menace of the moment had been taken care of, busied himself with the task of preparing the drawing-room for the passengers who were due to occupy it out of Anniston. He worked efficiently and swiftly, and just as he completed his task the train flashed by Anniston, then stopped and backed into the city, as is the way of all northbound trains on the Southern Railway. At two o'clock in the morning they came to a pause under the shed of the Anniston station. The expected couple boarded the train, and much to Hop Sure’s relief no other through passengers came to his car. He had held a horrible dread that there would be someone at Anniston to claim the very much occupied Upper 10. The whistle blew, the bell rang, the high- ball was wigwagged and the train pulled slowly out. Epic returned to his car and seated himself on a little stool outside the drawing-room door where he could com- mand full view of Section 10. Once Cap- tain Crosby came through and gazed with di irk suspicion upon his porter. ‘What you sitting there for? ‘Jus’ restin’, cap’n. “Why aren’t you in the smoking room? You're usually asleep in there when you're supposed to be on duty.” Hop Sure smiled in friendly fashion. “T has reformed, cap’n. Don’t never sleep no mo’ when Ise on a run.”’ “Pfft!” Crosby was skeptical. “I can’t figure how you ever earned your reputation as a good porter. I've been wate hing you, Epic—-watching you closely.’ “Listen heah, « cap" n, they ain’t no need of you watchin’ me; honest there ain’t. Tha’s the mostest thing you ain't got no need to do. Jus’ lemme be; I c’n han’le things fine.” “Be sure foolishness. “T knows it, boss man. I suttinly does. I has remembered that ever since us de- parted away fum Bummin’ham tonight.’ Crosby moved on. Epic favored his back with a grimace of distaste. “That feller is suttinly embarrassin’. Bet was he to ’scover ’bout Mistuh Foster I would git kicked out of my job so hahd my ancestors would starve to death.” They were yet more than four hours away from Atlanta, and Epic was im- mensely worried. He loved his job for all the fact that it guaranteed him only sixty-six dollars a month. But it was a job which carried with it worthwhile perqui- sites in the way of tips and social promi- nence at home. And Epic had been in the service sufficiently long to comprehend the enormity of the offense which he was in the process of committing. It was one of those things which are quite all right when they are all right, and decidedly heinous when they aren’t. Hop Sure was not particularly worried as to what would happen to Mr. Foster when they reached Atlanta. In the first place, there was every likelihood that he would have sobered up sufficiently to be able to navigate himself after a fashion, and the chances were that he would be sick enough to wish himself far away from a train. Be- sides, they were due in Atlanta at 6:15, and immediately after their arrival in the Terminal Station Epic’s car would be switched into the yards to await the mak- ing up of the New York train of which it was to become a part, and which was not due to leave until eight o'clock, central time. Captain Crosby would not be in the yards with the car. Hop Sure would there- fore have a free hand and more than an hour of spare time. ““An’ any man which e’n get a feller into a upper berth can sho'ly git him out. Gae pull, one push- an’ kerflump!”’ Seated on his stool at the end of the ear, listening to the monotonous thrumming of the wheels and the occasional shrill blast of the locomotive whistle, Mr. Epic Peters became drowsy. The car rocked and rolled as it skirted hills and careened around sharp curves; the clackety-clack-clatter was rhythmic and soothing. Mr. Peters drifted off into a dreamful doze in which he saw himself attempting to conceal an in- ebriated Captain Crosby in the fire box of a furnace which somehow resembled an upper berth. Edd you do. I won't stand for any February 23,1924 He was awakened from his delicious slumber by the insistent sounding of his buzzer and a strident howling for Hop Sure. There was no need for. him to consult the buzzer box. He recognized the somewhat alcoholized voice of Mr. Foster, and his first sensation was one of relief that the gentleman in question was no longer en- tirely hors de combat. He climbed the lad- der and poked his head in at Upper 10. “‘What you craves, Mistuh Foster?” “Tee water.” “Yas-suh— yas-suh, a glassful.”’ ““Glassful? I want a barrel.” “‘Cain’t git no barrels, suh. Gits you all the glassfuls which makes up a barrel.” There seemed no limit to the amount of ice water which Mr. Foster could consume. After the sixth trip Hop Sure grew leg weary, arm tired and not a little dispirited Too, the gentleman in Lower 10 was be- coming querulous. ““What’s the matter there, porter?”’ he inquired. ‘‘ What’s all the disturbance?” “’Tain’t no disturbance. Jus’ a sick gemmun.”’ *‘Ain’t sick,” proclaimed Foster’s voice irritably; “‘jush thirshty.” At length his surpassing thirst was quenched and Epic sank weakly on his stool, The night was dragging by on feet of lead; the progress of the train seemed interminably slow; Epic glanced at his watch every five minutes with all the eager hope of the weary traveler. For the first time in his eight years of service he was learning that there is a vast distance sepa- rating Birmingham and Atlanta; never before had he longed quite so keenly for a sight of the Georgia metropolis Of course, Epic realized that there should be a vast deal of satisfaction in the knowl- edge of a noble deed being nobly done; but just at present that satisfaction was not with him. The moment was too fraught with danger, the immediate future too pregnant with horrid possibility Hop Sure had a hunch that the end was not yet, or even almost yet. Mr. Foster was in a highly uncertain condition and the ani- mosity of Captain Crosby was too disturb- ingly genuine. And so as the train crawled eastward Epic waited patiently for the inevitable outbreak—waited in the ab solute certainty of its arrival. But when it did come, Epic almost pitched through the roof. Down I shuah fetches you the length of the car echoed a weird, high-pitched, staccato laugh. There was a brief pause, then another peal of rib-tickling laughter. Epic came up stand- ing “Oh, Lawd!” he muttered. turned off into a laughin’ jag. I was born unlucky an’ Ise gittir’ mo’ so ev’y day.” The diagnosis was eminently correct. The full-throated laughter of Mr. Foster continued without intermission. Epic shook his head sadly as he started toward the berth “*Laughin’--dawg-gone! Wonder what he thinks is so funny?” There was certainly nothing funny in the situation that Mr. Epic Peters could discover. This was the ultimate unfortu- nate twist in a hopeless involvement. Epic climbed to the side of the berth Mr. Foster was sitting bolt braced on his hands, and uncontrollably. Hop Sure’s fully serious. *Mistuh you to cease that nothin’ funny ain’t.”’ Mr. Foster favored his dusky benefactor with a playful dig which almost upset that gentleman. “You haven’t any shense of humor, Hop Sure; none wha’shoever. ‘Sh very ‘scru- shiz atingly funny. ‘Sterribly laughable. Epic was entirely unable to grasp that point of view, nor did he feel that his in- ability was due to lack of humorous per- ce ption. ‘Mistuh Foster, you is shuah fixin’ to th’ow us bofe in a hole full of trouble an’ then pull the hole in after us. Please, suh, leave off advertisin’ how happy youis. Folks on the car is gettin’ *Tain’t so easy to sleep on a train nohow, an’ you ain’t makin’ it no easier.” “Can't bother "bout other passengers, Hop Sure. Crowd of pesshimists, thash what they are. Need a li'l’ laughter in their lives.” “Yas-suh, they don’t need a lot.” Continued on Page 153 5 It’s done upright, he was laughing face was woe- Foster,’ he pleaded, as begs laughin’. There ain’t happenin’, honest there res’less. suttinly does. But they

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Continued from Page 150 “’Stoo funny for words, Hop Sure. "Stoo funny; ’snawful peculiar situation.” “Yas-suh, it shuah is awful.” From the other end of the car came a deep bass voice, freighted with sleep and annoyance “Porter!” “Yas-suh, comin’, suh.”” Epic pitched from his ladder and hastened to answer the summons. ‘Is you cravin’ anythin’, suh?”’ “Yes. Who is that fool that’s laughing?” “Dunno, suh. Jus’ some humorous gem- mun, tha’s all.” “Tell him to shut up. I can’t sleep.” “Ain't it the truth, suh? I cain’t either.” “Tf he don’t shut up I'll complain to the conductor.” And from two adjacent berths came fer vent echoes “He's right, porter. Tell that laughing hyena to be quiet.” Epic passed the message to Mr. Foster That person found in it food for additional mirth. It was, he explained, quite the funniest thing he had ever heard. Couldn’t understand why folks wanted to shleep anyway. No shense to it; guess he could laugh if he wanted to, and he thereupon proceeded to prove it. His ribaldry rolled down the ear corridor, exciting all within earshot to intense irascibility. Hop Sure, failing in his efforts to stem the flood of mirth, retired hopelessly to the end of the car, where he folded himself up on the tiny stool, his face transfigured with an expres sion of consuming discomfort And it was at this precise juncture that Captain Crosby, Epic’s most acute béte noire, happened to stroll through the car. For the two minutes preceding his un welcome and unheralded arrival, Mr. Fos- ter had been quiet. He was quiet when Crosby entered. But the stout gentleman in Lower 7 was not quiet. He was com- plaining loudly and bitterly that a decent person was being robbed of a decent night's rest owing to the cachinnations of some blankety-blanked-blank idiot, and if he got his fingers on the gullet of that per 501 Crosby frowned as he quizzed Epic. ‘What is he kicking about?” ‘Don’t hahdly know, suh. dinner is disagreein’ with him.” “H’m-— anything gone wrong in this car?” ‘*No, suh. Nothin’ gone no way, let alone wrong.” A large bald head projected between the curtains and a pair of fiery eyes sighted the gold of Crosby’s uniform cap. ‘*Conductor,”’ he bawled, ‘come here!” Crosby went. Three minutes later he was at Hop Sure’s side again, grim-visaged and menacing “The man in Lower 7 says someone has been creating a disturbance.” “No! He di’n’t say that, did he, cap’n?”’ “Yes, he did.” ““Now ain’t that the mos’ peculiarest thing.” ‘*Has there been any disorder her« ““Nossuh; not ary disorder. Ev’ybody in my car seems puffec’ly happy. Some of them terrible happy.” Crosby frowned; he believed that Epic was evading the issue “He complains that someone has been laughing loudly.” “Aw, cap’n, what anybody would be laughin’ at this time of night?” “Who has been laughing?”’ Crosby’s voice came in a deadly mono- tone, and Epic experienced a sinking sen- sation at the knowledge that a show-down was imminent. He was all a-tremble for fear the miserable mirthful discord would again burst forth. Then would come the discovery of Mr. Foster and the sudden ex- odus of that gentleman from the train, with its attendant misery and loss of position for Hop Sure. He conscripted an expression of intense innocence and plastered it on his dark countenance. **Somebody been laughin’?”’ “Yes. Who was it?” Inspiration, born of necessity, came to Mr. Epic Peters. Desperately he took the plunge. “Why, dawg-gone, Cap’n Crosby, there ain’tnobody been laughin’ in this car ’ceptin’ me.” “You?” Crosby was frankly astounded “You?” **Y-y-yas-suh, Ise the one.” “You have been laughing?. What at?” “‘Somethin’ funny, I reckon. Ise kind of "flicted that-a-way, cap’n. I laughs terrible easy. Mebbe his »

THE SATURDAY The Pullman conductor stared. He sus- pected that something was wrong, but he didn’t know what that something was. “You’ve been laughing?” he repeated dazedly. ‘‘Laughing loud enough to wake the car?” “Nossuh, cap’n, I di’n’t wake no car Mebbe I woke up a few of the gemmun, but I wa’n't meanin’ no hahm.” Their eyes clashed. Epic presented a pitiful sight as he made this heroic sacrifice on the altar of his gratitude to Mr. Foster He knew quite well that in the face of the natural antagonism of Captain Crosby, he was jeopardizing his position with the Pull man Company by thus assuming the re sponsibility for Mr. Foster’s hilarity; but he shivered at the prospect of what would happen to that gentleman should he be unceremoniously dumped on some station platform. Captain Crosby was amazed. He was fairly well convinced that Hop Sure was sober, and despite his dislike of Mr. Peters he respected Epic’s record. That an honor- roll porter should be rousing his car with uncalled-for and senseless laughter “IT don’t know what ails you tonight, Epic,” the conductor announced grimly; “but whatever it is, it promises to get you into trouble.” “Boss man, it does mo’ than promise.” “I’m going back to my seat in the next car. One more complaint and I shall make an official report.” “Shuh! Cap'n, I reckon they ain’t no- body gwine make no mo’ complaints nossuh. Does anybody crave to complain, I reckon I does my ownse’f.”’ Crosby disappeared Hop Sure sank lugubriously upon his seat. His head was aching with fierce pangs of worry. He gazed reproachfully upon the now quiet Upper 10 and reflected that he had done his duty nobly. But the réle of martyr did not sit well upon the Hop-Surean brow. It did seem to him that the whole miserable affair could have been avoided by a display of a trifle more consideration on the part of Mr Foster Five minutes passed —ten —fifteen. No additional evidence of enjoyment came from Upper 10. In the sad heart of the porter was born the hope that Mr. Foster had once again succumbed to sleep. Even tually he strolled out to the platform, where he stood gazing through the glass door upon the dark vista beyond; and as he looked the first finger of dawn pierced the velvet mantle and Epic's soul expanded hopefully A glance at his watch indicated the hour of five. One hour and fifteen minutes more if only Mr. Foster would continue to slum- ber It had been a hectic night, but the mo- ment was approaching when Hop Sure would glory in the knowledge that he had discharged an obligation; in what agony of soul nobody —-least of all Mr. Foster would ever know They passed Austell and commenced the last lap of the journey into Atlanta. At length the serried sky line of the city showed in the distance Never before had Hop Sure been so glad to see the capital of Georgia. Usually, in his capacity of through-run porter, it meant to him only a spot at which one could get passably good coffee. Now it represented surcease from worry The houses were closer together, they passed two street cars, city bound and filled with workmen whose jobs called them to early labor. Then puffing ponderously the big locomotive pulled through the heart of the city and halted under the big shed of the Terminal Station There .was the usual exodus of eager, tired passengers; then an interminable switching back and forth and the custom ary peevish congestion in the men’s wash room. Epic searched his car apprehensively for sight of Captain Crosby, and failing in his search, decided unanimously that this was his golden moment to rid the car of M1 Foster. That gentleman was slumbering peacefully, a cherubic smile upon his boy ish lips “All night long you enjoys a good time,” reflected Hop Sure enviously, “while I catches thunder fo’ what you does.” He waked Mr. Foster —not without diffi culty. That person struggled to a sitting posture and voiced an ardent craving to be let alone. “But us is in Atlanta, boss man is where you gits off at.”’ The countenance of Mr. Foster wa twisted with pain; both hands were clasped to throbbing temples. Heah EVENING POST

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Protesting violently, and depend- | ing unduly upon Hop Sure’s assistance, he | clambered down from the upper berth. It | was a long and tedious process and, just as | it was completed and Hop Sure was con- gratulating himself that all was well, the voice o’ doom came over his left shoulder. ““Who is this man?” Hop Sure turned slowly to face ruination. All night long he had struggled valiantly | for his impecunious and inebriated friend. He had spent a night surcharged with the agony of apprehension, and now, just when | success had apparently crowned his efforts, disaster appeared. He turned lugubriously | to face the scowling Captain Crosby. Mr. Foster, teetering uncertainly, and still too intoxicated to care particularly what was happening, gazed from black face to white Hop Sure’s head bobbed uncertainly on the upper end of his neck. “Y-y-yas-suh,”” he answered “He suttinly is.” Crosby frowned. “Ts what?” “T—I ain't suttin, Peters. But if Hop Sure was vague, Captain Crosby was not. He surveyed Mr. Foster with insulting deliberateness. He recalled the extraordinary events of the past night the disorder in the car, the complaints of the passengers, the heroic assumption of guilt by Hop Sure. And above all, he re- membered that the man before him had presented no ticket. Crosby bestowed upon Epic a frown of unalloyed fury. **So,” he accused, “ you've been trying to beat the company!” “No, suh—no, suh, Cap’n Crosby. I ain’t never tried to beat nobody no time. I ain’t : You knew this man was in Upper 10.” “Well, suh, I knowed it, but I wa’n’t vaguely. answered Mr. Epic | shuah.”’ The haze was clearing slowly from Mr. Foster’s brain. Instinct informed him that he should be embarrassed and perhaps even angry. He nudged his dignified way for- ward. *“Whash all the row about?” he inquired | gently. February 25,1924 Crosby withered him with a look. “ Where is your ticket?” he asked frigidly. Mr. Peters hit bottom. Beyond this there was no more misery. He envisioned a jobless existence. And he was sorry for Mr. Foster—if he had only let him slumber a trifle longer! “My ticket!” Mr. Foster was obviously pained. On the other hand, he was ob- viously not worried. He fumbled in the pockets of his vest and at length produced before the amazed eyes of the porter a rail- road ticket and a berth check. “Here it hs Crosby slumped. He inspected the tic ‘kets. No words came from his lips. “T havea good mind to re port you, cap- tain.” It wes Foster speaking. “ You have been falsh to your trust. You never even ashked me for that ticket.” The Pullman conductor moved slowly off, but not before receiving a golden and triumphant grin from Hop Sure. As for Epic, that Afro-American gentle- man did not quite understand what had happened, but he knew he was glad that it had. Triumph had been snatched from misery. **Mistuh Foster,’”’ he asked, ‘“‘has you had that ticket all night long?” “Certainly. I alwaysh buy tickets be- fore I ride on a train. I hope you didn't think, Hop Sure, that I was trying to beat my way.” “No, suh!” exploded Epic. “I never could think no such of a thing "bout a gem- mun like you.” Hop Sure assisted his late charge down the aisle of the car. Mr. Foster was ex- quisitely conscious of his headache, but he retained sufficient of his intoxication to be not entirely miserable. They reached the station platform, and there Mr. Foster produced from an inside pocket a wallet which was bulging with currency. From this he extracted a ten- dollar bill which he pressed upon the beatific porter. “Thash for looking after me so well, Hop Sure. My shentiment toward you is ex- clushively one of gratitude.’ And Epic, remembering the recent agony of soul, the scene with Captain Crosby and its unexpected wind-up, and gazing now upon the lavish tip, answered with great fervor. ““Mistuh Foster,”’ he said, “I wishes to assuah you that yo’ gratitude is entirely mutual.” THE CIVILIZATION OF BUSINESS Continued from Page 29 and girls who are freshmen at the age of twelve, which is quite in keeping with the speed mania that has given this country a higher accident rate than exists in any other li ind. This spirit of rapid change is producing a new series of psychological reactions, whic h are largely responsible for the midnight | jazz, the reckless, restless, go-the-limit flap- per, the undressed show, where the raiment of the young women is mostly taleum pow- der instead of silk, and floods of noises, lights and scenes that assault our ears and attack our eyes and nerves. It is para- doxical to think that the natural environ- | ment which harbored the stolid American Indian should give birth tosuch an economic scramble. However, the nation’s course is set and | there is no alternative but to proceed with care and wisdom. Thousands of people will persist in their endeavor to fit social careers to white-collar salaries. Cities and counties will continue to build narrow streets and | roads that will soon be inadequate to handle the traffic and will then have to be widened | at a cost of millions. Corporations will go on paying salaries to tens of thousands of executives who are unable properly to read a balance sheet. The designers of modern buildings will continue to be influenced by the construction practices of past ages; and even after the coal fire has become only a memory, because of the universal use of | gas, many architects will doubtless insist that we do not substitute twentieth-century ideas of comfort and fitness for the glories of architectural features, such as the chim- neys that have marked the development of building design from the Elizabethan period to the present day. Just as we cling to the useless buttons on the sleeves of our coats, so will we doubtless refuse to accustom our minds and eyes to the satisfying effects of unbroken roof surfaces. There is very little doubt that by regu lating the flow of credit we can control production in our American industries and thereby prevent the ills that so frequently result from excessive rises in prices. In modern civilization the individual worker exerts his energy in that industry where credit is available, even to the production of commodities beyond the saturation point of demand. As credit is directed, so are labor and resources used. The country’s most important national trust is the direc- tion of credit by the nation’s banks. Our economists ask why it is possible for bank- ers to direct credit for their own profit, instead of being compelled to exercise such control with full regard for the permanent welfare of society. In order to direct credit properly it is only necessary to make a few simple provisions, the first of which is to have a complete weekly report of business facts. Surely public welfare would be bet- ter safeguarded by a current knowledge of vital truths than by an excess of foolish and ineffective legislation. Yet we refuse to depart from precedent and submit to ills that could be remedied through the appli- cation of simple corrective measures. In recent times a common question has been, What can be done to help our farm- ers? Investigations in several states have shown that many of the farmer’s difficulties are largely of his own making. In the corn, wheat and cotton belts, large numbers of farm families raise only the one crop that is the chief product of their region. Where crop diversification has been introduced immediate benefits have been secured, which supports the statement that the way to agricultural prosperity and happiness is through education, especially of the coming generation. Cenfirming this thought is a survey which showed that the earning capacity of Continued on Page 157

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| x 1 | | (Continued from Page 154 the farmers of Georgia who had no school- ing averaged $240 annually. Where they had a common-school education, the earn- ing capacity was $565. Graduates from high schools averaged $664. Those who had a short agricultural course earned $895, while graduates of agricultural colleges had an earning ¢ capacity of $1254. According to such facts it is evident that the farmer’s earning power might be increased 500 per cent through education. The lesson is that one source of agricultural poverty is ineffi- ciency, and yet many people foolishly propose to overcome the farmer’s ills by adopting a legislative program. In the field of labor we find organized groups of workmen demanding scales of wages that have no relation whatever to the cost of living. Just as capital formerly used force whenever possible to gain its ends, so labor now serves the same false idol. Athletic directors in our colleges often get $1000 a month, while professors are fortunate to receive $5000 a year. The presidents of our railroads say that the end of private ownership is in sight un- less present laws are changed so as to per- mit the owners of railroad securities to receive a fair return upon a fair value of their properties. It is maintained that our transportation systems cannot add $500,- 000,000 annually to their investment if there is to be no increase in their returns America’s metal-mining industries, espe- cially the producers of copper, are engaged in a struggle that can only end in a survival of the fittest. Our Federal laws forbid any collusive action by regulation of price or output that aims to conserve even a valu- able natural resource, the supply of which cannot be replenished. If we were wisely practical instead of sentimentally theoret ical, we should applaud conservation meas ures on the part of the mine owners by agreement under such conditions as now exist, and we should accept such action as prime evidence of sound business sense. In this same vein one might go on and enumerate a long list of economic and polit ical evils that now afflict the nation’s busi ness. There is hardly an industry but feels oppressed, and scarcely an individual who is not seeking to reform the other fellow. Such a situation has always existed and doubtless will continue However, we Americans, like other folks, are more in clined to recount our ills than to take stock of our blessings. Most of us are so com pletely occupied with our own affairs, and with national matters of seemingly great moment, that we are largely ignorant con cerning many vital developments in our commercial and industrial life. There is so much for us to be optimistic about that it is perhaps a good thing we have much of our attention focused on our shortcomings and deficiencies The Nation on Wheels On the happy side of the ledger we may record that the nation’s public debt is being reduced at the rate of more than $2,000,000 a day, and that since the war ended the reduction has amounted to more than $4,000,000,000. This may not appear to be important at first glance, but it is an inter- esting fact that this debt reduction means the saving of a sum of money in interest charges each year that is nearly equal to the cost of the Federal Government as late as 1890. The principal we have paid off in a little more than four years is double the entire cost of the national Government from the beginning of our independence up to the time of the Civil War And while we have been making progress in bettering our position financially, some of our American industries have continued to expand at a rate that is nothing less than amazing. Our output of automobiles last year totaled approximately 4,000,000 cars, which was an increase of 50 per cent over 1922. The United States has become in truth a nation on wheels. In California there is one automobile for every 3.8 per sons. In a number of cities there are 1800 or more cars per square mile. All predic- tions that the automobile industry would soon reach the saturation point, so far as the market is concerned, have proved to be in error. A recent survey showed that in many parts of the country the number of families owning two cars is on the increase. It used to be that people buying a house demanded a garage. Now the demand is not only for a garage but for one that will house at least two cars. There are 48,000 public garages in the United States, and the sales of automobile accessories now amount to $170,000,000 each year. In other words, our per capita expenditure for accessories exceeds $1.50 annually. Not only has our youthful automobile business become a colossal industry through the development of home markets alone, but there is every indication that the growth will continue unabated for several years at least through the development of foreign fields. It has only been within the last three years that American manufacturers have made any real effort to sell automo biles abroad. Already this missionary work has produced results that are highly grati fying, and it is clearly apparent that great opportunities exist for the sale of motor cars in many overseas markets. The good- roads movement is spreading throughout the world, even in far-off China. Already 80 per cent of the automobiles now in use in China are of American make. In Belgium, Denmark and several other European coun tries, American models have become im portant factors in the automobile markets In Cuba, cars from the United States comprise 95 per cent of the total sales. The Mexicans also prefer American makes and, like the Cubans, show a predilection for bright colors. Even in distant Arabia, the majority of motors now in use are of Amer- ican manufacture. Expansion in Staple Lines The stories of the development of the motion picture, radio and many other com paratively new American businesses are equally romantic tales of marvelous indus- trial accomplishment Even our infant aviation business is commen ing to show a gratifying growth. Already there are 125 passenger-carrying aviation companies, and these concerns have carried 130,000 passer gers during the last year. Twenty impor tant corporations are devoting all their time and effort to manufacturing aircraft and developments in this field are likely to be astonishing when the eyes of capital be come attracted to the opportunities hereé existing and the business gets really under way. With our railroads overtaxed and our highways congested, the only avenues re maining for us to use in overland travel are the lanes of the air In dozens of places commercial air service has been successfully inaugurated to carry on transportatior between cities and for the conduct of inter urban excursions. In a few years commer cial aviation will provide us with overland passenger routes in all parts of our country and then a new giant industry will actually be in the making Even in our older industries, like the manufacture of shoes, the same astounding growth is taking place. It is estimated that the production of shoes in the United States last year totaled more than 350,000,000 pairs Even this enormou output does not approach the estimated capacity of our mills, which can easily turn out 525,000,000 pairs a year. As an indication of how highly such businesses are being developed, it i interesting to note that there are sixty seven retail shoe companies here in the United States each operating chains of ten stores or more. Including all shoe stores ir the total, we have now in our country about 100,000 separate concerns retailing shoes The estimated retail sales of shoes aré nearly $2,000,000,000 annually, or a per capita outlay for footwear of approximately eighteen dollars. No matter in what direction we turr even a cursory investigation is sure to dis close a similar state of ceaseless expansior Out on our Pacific Coast is a wonder city that was oaly a small town ten years ago, and that now is the eighth city in the coun try in point of industries, with a manu facturing output of $1,250,000,000 an nually. That this growth is continuing unabated is clearly evidenced by the fact that 482 new industries located in this same city last year One might go on with an endless recount ing of optimistic facts, derived from a wide range of businesses that are wholly unre lated. Only a score of years ago, gasoline was hardly more than an undesirable smell about a refinery. Now we estimate that our consumption of gasoline in the present year will total upward of 7,000,000,000 gallons, which is considerably more than all the rest of the world will consume during the same period of time. 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If your dealer can not supply you, send for sample and enclose 2 cents for new book, No. 24, on feeding. SPRATT'S PATENT LIMITED Newark, New Jersey San Francisco St. Louis SPRATTS DOG CAKES & PUPPY BISCUITS | engaged in oil marine transportation. Sixty- three years ago the first shipment of a few barrels of oil was made on a sailing ship. Now the modern American tank steamer has a carrying capacity of 120,000 barrels. Science and engineering are carrying us forward with amazing speed. As we face each new difliculty that appears to be in- surmountable, these same forces are called into action and the obstacles to progress are swept aside. Labor groups and capitalistic groups that try to take advantage of exist- ing conditions to practice oppression find their successes are only temporary, because of the beneficent intervention of science. Now we hear of electric machines that lay bricks at the rate of 10,000 a day, with only three men required to operate them. When sugar was first made from beets it looked as if the industry could not survive the com- petition of the older variety of cane sugar, which was produced with cheap labor; but the engineer and chemist got busy, and in- stead of its being necessary to use twenty tons of beets to produce one ton of sugar, as was the case in the beginning, it is now possible to secure one ton of sugar from six tons of beets. In our Northwestern States the low price of wheat last winter was foreboding, and the farmers of that section were in a quan- dary as to the course they should pursue. Scientists said, “You can raise flax; and since we are importing nearly 30,000,000 bushels of flaxseed each year to supply the needs of our linseed-oil industry, here you have the solution of your problem.” As a result many farmers planted flax, and the production in 1923 in the Northwest amounted to nearly 20,000,000 bushels, the price of which has been more than double that of wheat. The advance of society is quite similar to the progress of a man rowing a boat up- stream. There must be a constant move- ment forward on the part of the fellow in the boat. In order to overcome the unnum- bered forces warring against mankind, we must forge on ahead and refuse to be satisfied with any degree of activity that only holds us stationary against the oppos- ing current. And of all the dangers that beset us the one to be most feared is the com- mon tendency to ignore so-called trifles. Such a fault has proved the undoing not only of nations but of entire civilizations. The Hessian soldiers that were sent over by King George to defeat Washington’s Revo- lutionary forces brought with them, in addi- tion to their rifles, some Hessian cooties, which were snugly housed in the soldiers’ bedding. This fact at the time was not con- sidered even worthy of mention, but now the Hessian fly costs the American farmer more money each year than the War of In- dependence cost the American colonies. Indirect Consequences It was only a so-called trifle that gave us that valuable crop we call winter wheat. Back in 1842 a Canadian farmer sowed some wheat that he had procured in Russia. Most of this wheat did not mature, but a few kernels each sent up three stalks that did ripen and supplied us with seed from which has come our hard wheat. Even after we discovered this grain and learned how to grow it, there seemed to be no possi- ble way to mill the kernels properly. Then the engineer got busy, the roller mill was invented, and the output of flour in a single district in our great Northwest was in- creased from 1,000,000 barrels to 30,000,000 barrels a year. All this resulted from one farmer notic- ing a trifle in his wheat field Even when we exercise careful observa- tion and give thought to the multitude of developments that are constantly taking place all about us, it is quite impossible to determine in advance what will be the out- come of the various activities. When ce- | ment was first discovered there were only a few people who could see any benefit to | themselves or their own businesses through the prospective use of this new material. Surely the manufacturers of roller skates did not anticipate that the coming of the cement and asphalt road would prove a boon to their business. When the automobile in- dustry commenced its rapid expansion the paint people were doubtless gratified to ob- | serve this evident widening of the market for paint. But they certainly did not ex- | pect that in a short time the congestion of | traffic would make it necessary for the city | and county authorities to use immense quantities of white paint to indicate restric- | tive channels and division lines at corners, February 25,1924 curves and other places on our pavements and roads in the country, as well as in the city. in practically every line of business we find this same lack of foresight, ? inability to foresee effects. Many of the things that happen to us, good and bad, are largely the result of accident. We had no hand in starting the European war, and certainly we did not anticipate that one of its results would be the addition of scores of brilliant minds to the groups of se ientists already at work in America. Men who have made in valuable contributions to engineering and chemistry in European countries have found it impossible to continue their work under the difficulties that now exist in their native lands and have come to us in order that they may continue their studies. Men like Kammerer and Carrel, finding it impossible to continue their researches abroad, have been attracted to our shores, and from the efforts of these and other eminent scientists we may expect at any time epoch-making discoveries that will revolutionize industrial practices. On the negative side of the page of ef fects we might set down the attacks that are frequently made on our industries by Federal commissions or private individuals who give no thought to the indirect conse quences of their actions. As an example, let me mention the evil effects of the recent legislative enactments in Argentina, where the government of that South American country attempted to fix arbitrarily the prices of products, especially meat, which must be sold in world markets. There is no doubt that this action of our neighbor to the south was caused largely by one of our own government reports which criti cized American packers—a report which was reprinted in the Spanish language and circulated widely in Argentina and other countries. Extracts from this same report were also published in Australia and were used by the prime minister and other Aus- tralian officials as a basis for thei “ir argu- ments urging the menace of the “Americar beef trust’? and demanding the establish ment of preferential British duties upon livestock and food products. The Flood of New Laws Our attacks upon our own industries should at least be made in such a way that they will not be utilized by foreign com petitors to assail American business gener ally. Only too often the assaults we make on our own business are unjustified and only serve to injure efficient, useful indus tries that are rendering service upon a margin of profit that is so small the public refuses to believe the truth. The unsettled conditions that continue in Europe make it necessary for us to look largely to our own industrial activities for the employment of our workers and the consumption of bg products. It is, of course, true that when we compare our present exports to Europe with the prewar averages the volume of our present trade is not diminished, while the value has in creased. But our productive capacity has undergone a very material expansion, so that with the Kurope an dey yression con tinuing indefinitely it is necessary that we stimulate activity at home and develop non-European markets, so that they will take a substantial part of the commodities Seege by our mines, mills and factories. Above all else, if we would maintain world leadership we must exercise more caution, cultivate foresight and materially increase our business efficiency. All about us we see wasted time, effort and materials. As an instance of the excess activity of our legislators, let me mention that the Illinois legislature, in 1922, passed laws containing altogether 3,000,000 words It is quite evident that no living lawyer could become familiar with such a flow of legislation, being produced, as it is in a single state, at the rate of two good-size volumes a month. We talk of the need of conserving our forests, and yet where could we find a better example of needless waste than the use of thousands of tons of paper and the sacrificing of millions of spruce trees to supply the requirements of needless legislative programs? It is no wonder that in our search for a solution for our economic problems we ar« ready to listen to the psychologists who assert that all the conditions surrounding us are purely psychologic results, and that the field of psychology will alone provide us with the necessary remedies. It is, of course, Continued on Page 161

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Continued from Page 158 a fact that our scientific advances in en- gineering and chemistry have far outrun our progress in civilizing the human mind and the social organism. When a machine fails to operate properly the engineer starts a line of patient research to discover the trouble. But when organic material in the form of human workers fails to function in the way it should, we proceed to lose our tempers, utter threats, and in many cases we even attempt to go so far as to break or destroy our animate brothers It took the war to coin the words “‘shell hock,’ and in business we are only now coming to understand that there is such a thing as strain shock. In war, the soldier who felt shock coming could not let go until a collapse occurred and he was ordered to the hospital. But in business, the worker bending under the — of strain usually deserts before the breakdown comes, and the only evidence available to show that orking conditions were faulty is the record \dicating a high labor turnover. Business problems are not merely scien- tific; they are human. It is for this reason that the psychologist now insists that he has a place of service in the practical busi- ness world. At present psychology is en- tirely too popular and is suffering from the ame growing pains that affected physiol ogy two generations ago. Optimistic writ ers in their enthusiasm have attempted t draft this science as a universal cure-all for every business ill. As soon as one enthusiast discovered that in a large group of executives the most efficient ones were above the average popu lation in height, he immediately proceeded to set forth the principle that height is a determining factor in executive success Other rules relate to the color of hair and of eyes and the texture of the skin; but in the majority of cases sufficient proofs have not been forthcoming to substantiate the accuracy of these conclusions. We may well doubt the assertion that ability to look one in the eye an infallible indication of aggressiveness, and we may relegate to the discard most of the rules of employment managers who attempt to read character through the exercise of prejudices concerning the qualities that go with red hair, snub noses and other sup posedly significant traits.

Measuring Human Ability But let no one think that all the psycho logical tests now beir Zz employed in indus try are worthless. Many of the attempts which are now being made to measure human ability are established on a founda tion of common sense, and in actual service have produced proofs of their value that cannot be denied In many places business men are now employing proficiency tests which, coupled with systematic records and statistical veri fication, are sure to prove extremely useful One concern whose work required manual kill and dexterity attempted to select its workers by having the applicants plunge and withdraw a short rod as rapidly as possible in a series of holes that were drilled in a small steel frame. This test failed be cause it only measured a past habit of quick movement rather than an ability to learn such movements But other tests of a more complicated character are now being used by many large companies, and experience has shown that in no case does a poor operator make high rating in these tests, nor a high-grade operator receive an unsatisfactory rating. One manager told me of reaction time test, through the use of which the company found it possible to select thirty-five girls who were able to do more work in a given time than 115 unselected girls had been able to accomplish previously. In this case the increased average output per individual reached the astonishing figure of 330 per cent. One company even requires that . messenger boys shall be selected after hav ing been subje cted to a careful psycholog ical measurement. The management acts on the belief that messenger and office boys should be picked with much care because their work offers them a splendid chance to gain an intimate knowledge of the methods and policies of the company, and for this reason they are regarded as a source of supply for future executive material. The opportunity that is theirs to secure a busi- ness education should be made available only to those who are capable of taking advantage of it

THE SATURDAY After the plan of subjecting applicants to mental-alertness tests had been inaugu- rated, it was found that the office boys who had been discharged scored on the average only twenty-three points in their tests, while the boys who were promoted scored an average of forty points. It is silly to as sume that we can cure inefficiency through utilizing ready-made formulas to provide remedies that can be applied like a patent salve to a lame back. It is also foolish to permit ourselves to be carried away by the claims of handwriting experts and other exponents of systems of character analysis However, all the evidence at hand is clearly against the old methods of selecting em ployes by chance, by personal opinion or by unstandardized examinations. Starting with the unquestioned assump tion that every individual's ideas and actions are symptomatic, the reputable students of psychology have been able to establish many useful rules and principles \ high labor turnover indicates faulty working conditions. High wages do not abolish labor unrest. Most employes refuse to earn more than a definite total income Once his earnings reach a certain sum, the average worker prefers to limit his efforts rather than to increase his income. It is for this reason that the employer, before de ciding to advance wages to satisfy the de- mands of his men, should be sure that such a course will avail him something How Science Shows the Way The monotony of following modern methods of machine production tends to create pessimistic reveries, and the result is irrational dreams of radical socialism. In every group of workmen one is almost cer tain to find a few individuals who are dom inated by feelings of dislike for their bosses Others hold to superstition, like the miners who believe that if a woman is taken into the mine an accident is sure to follow. In one place we find a man possessed of the r of being hit by a meteorite. Another nee ne # to stand and look from a high ele vation, while a third carries a potato in his pocket to safeguard him against rheuma tism. The underlying causes of all such ab normalities are closely related, and we have here a condition that clearly evidences the failure of business to study and understand the results of the action of what might be called our night minds Millions of workers attribute most of their miseries to the practices of capitalists, who, they insist, have entered into a con spiracy to exploit the poor. On the other hand, thousands of employers believe that all forms of socialism are positive indica tions of the plottings of the working class against an established social order. If psy chology can succeed in eliminating super- stition, business fallacies and class hatred, this comparatively new science will have succeeded in making the greatest contribu- tion to human progress that history has yet recorded. The application of psy chology to business has called attention to conditions that produce physical and mental fatigue; has disclosed how rest periods will generally reduce turnover and frequently lower costs; has shown the close relationship between fatigue and melancholic reveries; has indi cated that in every plant where the morale of the workers is low, the incidence of hys teria is high and the minds of a large num ber of employes are possessed with ideas that are abnormal; and has brought out the fact that employers who are careless of the happiness and contentment of their mer are traveling the sure road to ruin If we turn from the field of management to that of advertising and selling, we find the same necessity for understanding the various traits of the consumer mind. In making a typical sale, the salesman must attract attention, then arouse interest, next create desire, establish confidence, bring about a decision, and last, but not least, produce satisfaction In this important branch of business the psychologist has again attempted to establish principles and set down rules. From his point of view, no sale is really completed until the buyer i satisfied Furthermore, he declares that practically all the problems of salesmanship can be solved by investigations either in the labo ratory or in the field. The salesman, it is asserted, always hurts his case whenever he speaks either in praise or blame of a rival commodity. Every word so uttered makes the undesirable idea still more troublesome. He must not dress either flashily or shabbily, for if he does, the

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In fact, we fur nish everything free and tell them just what to If you have any spare time do and say. If you are already a subscription salesman—in your spare time or all the time—but are not sending ordets for The Saturday Evening Post, The Ladies’ Home ‘Fournal and The Country Gen- (leman direct to us, we will tell you how you can make more money now than ever before. We make special cash offers and give unusual sales helps that you can’t afford to miss. r=--=-=-===-Flow Best Can We Serve You? ; The Curtis Publishing Company, 716 P Independence Square, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania © Ge men: Please tell me, but without obligation ; i. (Check here What is your cash offer to beginners? : Or her How I can make more magazine money by sending you Curtis subscriptions. ! Name ' ' i ' i City ale Ee eee ee a a a a a a a a ee ee | > EVENING POST prospect’s attention will center on his ap- ena rather than on what he is saying. he most interesting object to a man is his | own personal self and fortune, so the seller must assume a you attitude and talk in terms of the prospect's interests. To do this it is necessary to procure advance informa- tion and supplement this by swift observa- tion after entering the office. Pictures on the wall, golf clubs in the corner or objects on the desk will usually furnish clews to the prospect’s habits and tastes. If possible, let every suggested idea be stamped as the purchaser’s own original thought. Every person is disposed to favor his own suggestions. Never forget or mis- pronounce the other fellow’s name, and avoid exaggeration or any display of igno- rance with respect to certain features of the product that is being sold. Avoid negative statements and try to turn every objection into a reason for buying. If the prospect says he can’t afford the article, show him that the purchase should be made for the reason that the device will not only pay for itself but will make money besides. The psychologist says that the salesman who tries to guess what the human reac- tions will be in response to a certain stimu- lus is traveling the road of ignorance and ruin. When one is hungry, an appetizing display of food is sure to call forth the re- sponse of eating; but just after a full meal, the same stimulus produces no such re- | sponse. The sight of a dog causes one man to run, another to climb a tree and a third to whistle for it to come and be petted. All such facts render it plain that advertising and selling problems are serious work for thoughtful, scientific minds. The most successful salesman is always the one who can best predict human be- havior. It may not appear to be important, but it is worth knowing, that it is far more effective to make a direct appeal to the de- sire to eat delicious food by actually present- ing the food to view than it is totry to arouse the desire to eat by merely using a brief text made up of reasons. In selling any article, the prospect should not only be persuaded to look at the object but should be encouraged to handle and if possible use the device. Other Selling Points What we call tact or diplomacy on the part of a salesman is described by the psy- chologist as being nothing more or less than the unconscious observance of various definite rules that are possible of previous discovery and development. For instance, in nine cases out of ten experience has shown that it pays to appeal to the sex or parental instinct. Frequently the seller can get results by taking advantage of a man’s love for his wife or childrer., and this ap- plies to other things besides life insurance. The wise automobile salesman persuades his client to buy a car by getting him to think how much pleasure his wife and chil- dren will get out of it. One investigator found that the sales of an electric washer were greatly increased when the appeal was changed from a plea to the woman to save her time and labor to an appeal to the man to prevent his wife from becoming a house- hold drudge. On the other hand, it is a great mistake to stir up emotion, as some life-insurance salesmen do, by painting a black picture of the prospect’s destitute widow and chil- dren. Whenever this plan is followed, there is the possibility that the emotion aroused will prove a boomerang and attach itself to the salesman himself or to the policy he is trying to sell. It is a far better plan to pic- ture the home kept intact and the children growing up healthy and happy under their mother’s care. The successful salesman must ever be on the lookout for favorable opportunities to close the deal, and he should always hold | one or more selling points in reserve to push the sale across at a critical or unex- pected moment. It is helpful to get the prospect into a yes attitude by frequently asking questions which call for a yes answer. Of course, there is much in this subject of business psychology that is of a more or less theoretical nature. However, so long as February 25,1924 business is a matter of humanics, as well as machines and materials, we must be willing to swallow a mass of this theory in order to get the kernels of nourishment that will be of immediate and practical use. When the management of a company must decide what is the best price to place on the article that is produced, we have at once a prob- lem in the field of psychology. It may make all the difference between success and failure if the commodity is sold at ninety- six cents instead of a dollar. The problem of another concern may be the designing and selection of a trade-mark, and here again we must turn to psychology in order to know which of several emblems will most quickly attract attention and be longest remembered. In carrying on research of this kind it is necessary to remember that the person engaged in making a purchase is often affected by motives far distant from those which possess him when he is merely favoring the investigator with an answer to a question. In nearly every field of business, hard luck is only a polite name for sleeping sick- ness. Nine times out of ten we get success or failure according to our deserts. We have come to a day when the tendency is to gather resources and activities into great centralized units. Among our leaders we find many who even favor lumping our en- tire exportable farm surplus into the hands of a single selling agency, thus sending our farmers into the markets of the world as a unit under a leadership that is more gov- ernmental than private. Business a Profession All of this means that in the days just ahead, though business will likely be good, competition will be keener than ever, and individual as well as national success is going to depend on the amount of knowl- edge we acquire and apply in our daily work, as well as on the mere exercise of in- itiative and enterprise. Just as the golf player who insists that he be permitted to play golf in his own natural style, without regard to established rules or prince iple s, will seldom ever develop into a consistently good player, so it is now true in business that the winners are the ones who recog- nize the necessity of acquiring a mastery of the fundamentals upon which commercial science is founded. Many people have started life with the idea that if they failed in everything else, they might at last turn to a business career This belief has largely developed frem our glorification of the self-made man whose only education was obtained in the school of hard knocks. We are past the day when good judgment and a will to work are the only requisites to executive success in com- merce and industry. Business is now being established on the same type of sound sci- entific basis as those on which medicine and engineering are founded. The practice of business is becoming as much a profession as the practice of law. Trade secrets of a nontechnical nature have ceased to exist in all well-managed plants. Modern execu- tives realize that they will prosper more by sharing the results of their experience with others than they will by trying to hide them. The mechanical engineer would not think of starting out to build a locomotive with- out attempting to gather for his own use all the information on the subject that was anywhere available. But in business, thou- sands of young executives follow the policy of trying to learn everything by direct ex- perience, almost unaided by the accumu- lated experience of the past. Fortunately this plan is being abandoned through force of necessity, and a great army of our busi- ness leaders are now encouraging the spre -ad- ing movement to make business a science founded upon well-constructed methods and standards that must be understood and applied in handling current business prob- lems. Those of our executives who oppose such an idea, and who are out of step with this modern movement, will soon cease to count in the average day’s work. ~ Editor’ s Note—This is the first of a series of arti cles by Mr. Parsons dealing with business problems and practices. The next will appear in an early issue

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST February 25,1924 ext morning both had Wheatena / That’s the way millions have started eating this delicious whole-wheat cereal ‘ by catching its tempting aroma. Children don’t know why Wheatena makes them look and feel so healthy and strong. They only know it tastes so good that they want more—and more—and mor:

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Pree time would be given up to making the dies and plates. Often an engraver will work for days, even weeks, on a single vignette no larger than a twenty-five-cent piece. A good engraver is like a good painter, too; his work is marked by individual charac- teristics—difficult to imitate.” Besides these highly paid temperamental prima donnas who wield engraving tools on every bank-note design, from rank Russian whiskers to the leaping llamas of the Andes, this company also enjoys the aid and com- fort of a person playfully known to his workshop pals as the best counterfeiter in the world. His job is odd, but important Now, it’s the fondest hope of governments everywhere to use a paper money that can’t be imitated. Realization of this hope can only be approximated, of course. But to make the job as hard as possible for those who would imitate one of its customers’ money, the company employs every safe- guard. One of these is this expert photog- rapher, whose skill the company challenges by seeking to make money so that he can’t imitate it. He’s a wonder, they say, and when he has put a new note through his experimental laboratory without obtaining a copy that would readily pass, the best professional counterfeiters would also be out of luck. Even the ink used is made right here in this factory, and so are many of the ma chines. Into some of these lathes, cutters and presses have gone generations of ex periment and improvement. In one big room —covering two acres of space—I saw ninety rotary presses running, turning out money, bonds and stamps for a dozen dif ferent nations Thirty-seven times, in process of manu- facture, this money is counted. To each press a limited number of sheets of paper is issued; and throughout its whole journey, from wetting machines to final shipment, each of these sheets must be accounted for Counted when first issued, counted into a department and counted out of it, and all these counts reported to headquarters, where a complete bookkeeping record is kept. Toget even a torn scrap of that bank note paper as a souvenir would be about as easy as grabbing a curl from the sacred beard of the Grand Lama of Tibet—if he has a beard Framed and hung on the walls, I saw a few worn and faded samples of our own old paper money of the long ago. Bearded men in stovepipe hats, hoop-skirted women, hay burning railway engines, the kind with the big fat smokestacks Matters of Style “Styles in money change, just as the cut of our clothing changes, from one period to another,’ observed Mr. Woodhull. ‘His tory, the progress of nations, is clearly shown by the gradual changes in their paper money. Take that old Chinese bank note, preserved under glass in that teakwood frame. It’s clumsy, nine by thirteen inches long. Nobody today would carry such a cumbersome thing. Nor would any people enjoy carrying around a bank note that bore such a startling legend. Translated, a part of its inscription says, ‘Counterfeiters hereof will be executed. Persons giving informa tion of counterfeiters will be rewarded with 250 taels, and in addition will receive the property belonging to the criminal.’ Now that old note is made of a perishable gray paper —maybe from mulberry bark, as Marco Polo said. It carries no pictures at all. Today, however backward China still s in many ways, she uses paper money as good as ours—and made here. We're en graving some now with a portrait of a Chinese statesman. They furnish the de- sign, native characters, dragons, pagodas, or what not, and our artists engrave them.” In methods and quality of output there is, of course, no fair comparison to be made hetween our modern paper-money making and the art as first developed in China. Yet the Chinese bank-note making, as described by Marco Polo, was based on the very prin- ciples we follow now. In Sir Henry Yule’s translation we read: These pieces of paper are issued with as much solemnity and authority as if they were pure gold and silver; and on every piece, a variety of officials, whose duty it is, have to write their names and put their seals The chief officer deputed by the Khan smears the seal en trusted to him with vermilion and impresses it THIS PAPER MONEY BUSINESS Continued from Page 19 THE SATURDAY on the paper, so that the form of the seal re- mains imprinted upon it in red; it is then money. . . . The Khan causes every year to be made such a vast amount of this money, which costs him ‘nothing, that it must equal in amount all the money in the world. . . No body, however important he may think himself dares to refuse them on pain of death. And indeed everybody takes them readily, for where soever a person may go throughout the Great Khan's dominions he shall find these pieces of paper current, and shall be able to transact all sales and purchases of goods by means of them just as well as if they were coins of pure gold And even as we can redeem our own worn, torn paper money today by turning it in to the Treasury, so Marco Polo says of this early Chinese paper money that “when any of those pieces of paper money are spoilt, the owner carries them to the mint and gets new pieces in exchange. And if any baron, or anyone else soever, hath need of gold or silver or gems or pearls, in order to make plate, girdles or the like, he goes to the mint and buys as much as he list, pay- ing in this paper money.” The story of paper money proves, too, that nations, like individuals, seldom profit by the experience of others. Away back in the ninth century China first used paper money, and in 1160 she suffered from the same inflation that now bankrupts Ger- many n Six years she put out paper money equivalent in value to 43,000,000 ounces of silver, flooding the whole East with her de preciated notes. Even the Persians had a try at inflation centuries ago, and on their bills was printed the familiar old dream that once they were in circulation * poverty would vanish, food become cheap, and rich and poor be equal!” Secret World History There’s a lot of world history stored away in the records of this company. When the Germans had almost reached their ob- jective, an urgent cable came from one of our Allies. Rather than see its mint and engraving plant fall into enemy hands, the cable said, this invaded country was pre paring to destroy everything—even its plates. Could this American company then be prepared at once to make and ship a large order of paper money in case the worst should come? Plates were accordingly en graved and everything kept in readiness to start making the money, when the tide of battle turned. It is in the selling of this money, how ever, and its safe delivery abroad, that you sense the real romance and adventure of this unusual industry For decades agents have roamed up and down the world, braving shipwreck, pesti lence, war and revolution, calling on kings and cabinets, taking orders for paper money Not long ago one of them was in Java, sell ing money to the Dutch. Came a cable one hot morning saying a ship carrying a big lot of paper money for the government of Chin: had been sunk in a typhoon off the coast of Japan. His orders, tersely cabled, were to get that money —forty tin-lined cases of it, adrift, sunk or gone ashore somewhere or the coast of Japan Through a storm season still talked of from Honolulu to Singapore, the bank-not« peddler fought his way up the China Seas coming at last to the scene of the wreck As the ship broke up her cargo had gone adrift; so it was that the air-tight, tin lined money boxes went floating hither and yon along the coast of Japan. Some had been stolen by wreckers, others had gone ashore along a hundred-mile stretch of snow-covered beach, and a few cases had actually drifted out to sea, toward the Siberian coast. From the thieves, by threats and subterfuge, the Yankee salesman bought back for a few thousand dollars the hig haul they had made. Others he hired, with their fishing boats, to scour the cold turbulent waters; from along the frozen beach, from among the floating ice, even from far out at sea they retrieved that vast fortune in paper money -money enough for a nabob’s ransom. Often in freezing snow and water the Yankee worked, counting money and patching up damaged boxes. Incredible as it sounds, in ten days, and at a cost of but a few thousand dollars, this man actually recovered every note cast adrift in that wreck! And he got away with all intact, in spite of the fact that in the last act—dissatisfied with their reward and amazed at the prodigious pile the money EVENING POST Broadway around the world Compare these huge turbines with the tiny lamp used by su geons to examine the inside of an ear, and you will realize the variety of G-E prod icts. Between these extremes are lamps motors, generators vitch-boards and other equipment— all tools by which ele« tricity works for you The biggest machines built by the General Electric Com- pany are steam turbine gen- erators of 80,000 horse power, used in great power houses. One of these giants could generate enough current to run all the street cars in twelve cities as large as Wilmington or Spokane. Ten could light a street as bright as Broadway running around the world. ENERAL ELECT wh ly] Nia : MR. F. A. ALTER of Connecticut \ li. " uy +} p to $1.50 an Hour Ir. | \ Brings You FREE Booklets The Curtis Publishing Company 741 Independence Square, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

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SATURDAY EVENING POST Marshaling the ‘Gees Forces In the hook every subscriber becomes the marshal of an army. At simple act of lifting the telephone receiver from its he needs them, a quarter of a million men and in the Bell System. One skilled corps of army moves to place him in talking connection his service, as women are organized the telephone with his neighbor in the next block, in the next state or across Another highly trained corps 1s on duty to keep Still others manufacturing the continent. the wires in condition to vibrate with his words. are developing better apparatus and _ methods, and installing new telephones to and adding new equipment, increase the subs¢ riber’s realm of command. The terrain of the telephone army is the whole United States, dotted with 14,000,000 instruments, all within range of the subscriber's telephone voice. Even in the remote places this Its methods of opera- user may talk Millions of money are army provides equipment and supplies. that to his friends with increased efficiency. Yet that the subscriber may con- tion are constantly being my roved, each spent in its permanent works. its costs of operation are held to the minimum, tinue to receive the cheapest as well as the best telephone service stuc fious! y in the world. The permanent objec tive of the Bell System army is to meet the telephone needs of the nation hopeless task were not command unihed, its equipment adequately maintained and pe rsonnel trained in the latest developments of telephone art. AMERICAN TELEPHONE AND TELEGRAPH COMPANY AND ASSOCIATED COMPANIES BELL SYSTEM One Policy, One System, Universal Service you to \ TANT : job? One which will enable build « up a permanent business right in v« have afford to overlook. Pay r had previous sale proportion to the amount of time job 1s bringing literally ur own you can't tart s experience, an offer which trom the locality? It you do, we very , even though you have neve and pay *, too, In can spend. Thi Charles E, O'Connor = workers today of New York Up to $50.00 a Week Extra lish vour own bustness all you need dois “ ‘ ~ ‘ b The Curtis See oe pee! ‘~~ sencdus the re Publishing Company ~ ee you scores of our ~ ~ subserib 7 new subscriptions fot 744 Independence Square, ~s. The Saturday Evening Post, Th Philadelphia, Pennsylvania ~~~ dies’ Home Journa ~ ] ! b M1 f 74 ntl ma Please tell me, obliva muntry Gy , sie | FREE Supplies and Sales Booklets No Experience Needed to UseThem Send the Coupon newal sOfour present as we II and but without Ww | ca paving busine SS . | the orders, to peddle paper money | year. made when all had been recovered and stacked together—the coast people sought to choke him into giving them a bigger cut. To the people who actually make it, these millions of pieces of money become in time only so much merchandise, to be produced, crated and shipped as per order. But to get itself, is far different from selling safety razors or farm machinery. Whether a government issues its own paper currency, or whether a private bank—like the Bank of England has the sole right of issue, paper money is always under government control. In any country, then, the salesman who sells money has only one customer to see—the government. If he fails to sell it, he has no other prospect to call on. To sell a gov- nment calls for the utmost finesse and commercial diplomacy. Wars, revolutions, elections, coups d'etat, Putsches and other political upheavals are all factors which affect the sale of paper money. A man sell- ing machinery, for example, usually calls on many of the same old customers year after But cabinets rise and fall, new treas- ury officials come and go, so in selling paper money the cumulative trade value of old acquaintances and established friendly con- tacts amounts to little. Sometimes queer proposals, showing scant acquaintance with the rules of public finance, are made to salesmen. One far- away government once wished to buy an issue of bank notes, and naively suggested to a Yankee firm that it take the order and simply run off enough extra bills to pay its fee for the engraving and printing! Only the exercise of eternal vigilance saves the world from colossal frauds in paper-money making, and even then it isn’t always saved. Not so very long ago a well-dressed, polite and responsible-looking person, bearing certain credentials, came up from a Latin- American land. He was an official of an old-established bank in his home city, he explained, and had been commissioned by it to order a new issue of paper currency. He had with him sample notes to show just the kind of money he wanted, and ample cash to pay for the work. A perfectly legiti- mate errand, his seemed to be, all in accord with the usual practice among banks that came buying paper money. Yet somehow, warned by some odd intuitive sixth sense, the first concern to which he came— old and wary in this ticklish business— put him off politely from week to week, while it did a little investigating of its own. In the mean- time, improving each shining hour, the cul- tured visitor had found a less finicky firm that would take his money for services ren- dered and ask fewer questions. So he got his boxes of nice new bank notes and sailed down across the Gulf of Mexico. Easy it was for him, but rough on the bank whose notes he had so boldly copied. Queer Money “Often curious offers come to us by mail,”’ explained Mr. Woodhull. ‘One gen- erous writer in South America asked us to make and ship to him a supply of paper money just like that used in his country. He didn’t have any cash to pay us for our trouble, he wrote, but on delivery of the money he would be glad to deed us a cer- tain gold mine.” In a country not a million miles below us a versatile state treasurer, charged with printing some notes, ran off the first official issue, then turned back the numbering ma- chine on the press and ran off a duplicate set for his own use. Ina burst of Latin humor he even boasted to the American banker, with: whom he tried to deposit these notes, of his happy accomplishment! Absurd and ridiculous as it sounds, it is a fact that even the little colored coupons found in some cigarette packages have been passed as money. If you doubt this, the next time you're in Vladivostok just in- quire of certain irate isvochiks, tavern keepers and other trusting Russians who served the Yankee doughboys during the Siberian expedition. New leather shoe soles, stamped as worth so much, 2nd thus passing as money, were recently used by a certain leather factory in Germany for pay- ing its workmen. The frequent utter absence of coins or sound paper money in many parts of Europe since the war, now and then brings to light other incredibly odd mediums of exchange; stuff with no value at all, yet it passes. Before me, as I write this, lies a pile of such paper, gathered by a veteran bank- note salesman on a late trip around the February 23,1924 world. In it are dead bonds, clipped cou- pons cashed long ago; soiled squares of red paper I O U’s scrawled in penc i and circu- lated as change by humble cab drivers; old railroad tickets, cash-register slips, pawn- shop tickets, and even a sample of the paper money printed and issued by a Rus- sian jockey club for the use of its patrons gambling at the track. Many of our consuls in Europe, to whom intending immigrants go for passport visas, can tell you of hoarded Confederate money, worthless old American bonds, stocks in companies long dead and buried, and even shinplasters of our Civil War period, being offered in payment of visa fees. Down the Mexican west coast they tell of one adven- turer who bought a deerskin drum from a Yaqui soldier, paying him with a member- ship card that extended to the wild Indian all the benefits and privileges of a certain popular lodge in the United States! Here, in sound, safe America, where a man cashing a fifty-dollar check would feel imposed on if asked to take big, heavy sil- ver dollars instead of light, portable paper money, few of us can grasp the full measure of calamity which depreciation—and its attendant ills of unemployment, ragged women and starving children— has brought to so many unlucky nations. Pathetic Faith Rueful to relate, especially among many Mexican border mourners, Pancho Villa himself once put out a fine, fat paper money, known as_ billimbiques, which soon hit the toboggan along with other rebel money. Unmindful of this, hugging a roll he’d saved, an Indian strayed into an Arizona border town, sought a barber shop and got a haircut. It took all the cowboy loafers in town to rescue the barber and calm that raving pagan Indian when he’d learned his whole roll of rebel bills wouldn’t buy him a twenty-five-cent haircut in Arizona. Nothing is more pathetic than the blind faith with which a people will cling to their own depreciated paper money, even after the outside world is refusing it. On a letter from Hanover I saw 70,000,000,000 marks in stamps. Had these stamps been paid for with gold marks at par it would have taken nearly all the gold in the world to mail that one letter! The extent to which worthless imperial ruble notes were used in Russia, long after the death of the Czar, affords a striking example of how slow men are to lose confidence in what was once the lawful money of an established government Inflation, on the other hand, and shady tricks in paper-money finance, give the wabbles to any hi met ig Once in Sonora I saw fiat money issued, backed by decree compelling merchants to accept it in payment for goods or be punished. Soon into court the police dragged a village store keeper who had refused to sell groceries to a customer for this fiat money. When a fine was imposed on him, the prisoner promptly offered to pay it in this same fiat currency. “Oh, no,”” chuckled the judge ‘The court can accept only oro nacional” na- tional gold. Whereupon the enraged native threw his roll of fiat bills into the face of the judge, and for this access of choler was dragged to the bastile. A few weeks later the next revolution broke, and that judge smashed all Marathon records to the inter- national line. Now and then, however, even Uncle Sam’s paper money gets the cold shoulder Down in Peru, when her own paper was badly depreciated, a certain planter out in the Trujillo district brought in a lot of American one and two dollar bills to pay his laborers. Still sore over sad adventures with their own paper money, they wouldn't take the Yankee brand, either, till the planter stamped each bill with his own name, guaranteeing it to be good. When you think of all the printing presses that are busy the year around turning out money, even the hundreds at work m: iking bank notes for countries where there inflation, you wonder why the whole world hasn’t choked long ago on one grand over- dose of paper currency. Were it not that paper money wears out, just like shirts and shoes, the world would choke. Obviously, the cheaper the money and the poorer the ink and workmanship, the sooner it is counterfeited and the sooner it wears out. In hot, moist, tropical lands, bills of the smaller denominations often wear out in a few months. So the same country is in the market year after year for new, freshly Continued on Page 169 issue of soon is no

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THE SATURDAY EVENING The Biggest Unowned Market in America An enormous market for merchandise is available for manufacturers who establish the quality of their goods among farmers—for most farm families buy without knowing brands or realizing the quality back of them. Here is what merchants of Princeton, Illinois, a typical trade center, say: “Princeton draws trade from as far as thirty miles. We sell 89 per cent of our goods to farm customers, but they ask for only boots and overshoes by brand.” —W. T. Cain, footwear. “From 50 to 75 per cent of our trade is with farmers. They do not ask for clothing by brand, although they buy good = . . ” ‘ , ‘ » stuff; in fact, the best in the store.”—Carlson’s Clothes Shop. “Although 60 per cent of our business is with farm people, the trade names on our furniture do not help us in selling to them.”—George B. Ehrenger, furniture. “Our trade is fully 50 per cent rural. A jeweler in Kewanee, near here, was surprised to learn how much sterling silver we sold “About 75 per cent of our business is with farm families. They demand good quality, but our town trade buys more by brand.”—J. S. Anderson & Company, groceries. “If we did not sell mostly to farmers we could not live. I recently hung forty-six fine shades in one farm home and forty- two in another.”—A. G. Landahl, general merchandise. “The biggest thing manufacturers of our cars can do for us is to keep up their advertising to farmers. There is no particular difference in selling to farm or city people. A car that is adver- tised to either is half sold.””,—Robert Fraser, automobile dealer. “At least 75 per cent of both our discounts and deposits are February 23,1924 last year,as he had sold little. He relies mostly on factory workers’ trade and could not believe that we had sold to farmers.” — Hoffman Jewelry Company. made by farmers. In fact, many of the 5000 people living in Princeton either own farms or are retired farmers.” —Citizens’ National Bank, which has $1,393,980 deposits. Princeton, with hundreds of similar trade centers, is representative of the biggest market in America yet to be sold on branded merchandise. Maaufacturers who are doing the best job of sell- ing farmers advertise more largely in THE COUNTRY GENTLEMAN than in any other farm paper. ‘Ihe COUNTRY GENTLEMAN For the AMERICAN FARMER and HIS FAMILY THE CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY, INDEPENDENCE SQUARE, PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA The Country Gentleman The Saturday Evening Post The Ladies’ Home Journal

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(Continued from Page 166) printed money to replace that which has worn out and been lost or turned in for re- demption. The Bank of England, it is said, never pays out the same note a second time. Besides the great stacks of old bills turned in by banks, scores of unlucky peo- ple —all over the world— are running daily to their governments, asking new money in place of the torn or charred fragments of bills damaged by one accident or another. At the Treasury in Washington they showed me a glass goblet melted, when a house burned, into the form of a hollow square. In that goblet the careless housewife had kept her money — fifty dollars in bills. By some odd fluke, the melting goblet had poured down around the money, charring it, of course, but leaving the still-recognizable ashes of ten five-dollar bills plainly visible. They gave the woman fifty good dollars and put the glass in their museum “‘One of the oddest cases we ever had said Mr. Gates, of the Redemption Office, ‘*was that of aman who kept a goat. Some- how this goat got at a garment in the pocket of which was tucked fifteen one- dollar bills and ate this money. The minute the owner heard of what had occurred, and being familiar with the digestive powers of the goat, he did a quick stunt in mental arithmetic. The goat, he figured was worth $1.50, or only one-tenth of the value of that paper-money repast. Promptly, then, he slew the creature, recovered the chewed hills and sent them to us. We mailed him a check for fifteen dollars, thus cutting his net loss to $1.50.” It costs Uncle Sam practically as much to make a one-dollar bill as it does to make a twenty, or a ten-thousand-dollar note about 1.3 cents each, they told me at the Treasury. So, even were it practicable to use gold, and even if we always had enough, it would cost more through loss by abrasion to use it than to use paper. At that, some $600,000,000 in gold is in circulation, or theoretically so—for most of it is kept in the vaults of banks. Every day old paper money moves in a steady stream to the Treasury, and new bills move out. More than $1,000,000 a day is destroyed, and of course an enor mous amount must be kept on hand to meet new demands. In one small cupboard about three feet square I saw $642,000,000 in paper money—said to be the most val- uable pile anywhere The Unlucky Two Our one-dollar bills, being handled most, wear out soonest Many of the two's turned in have one corner torn off— proof that gamblers and others still believe a two-dollar bill is unlucky, and that only by tearing off a corner is the hoodoo broken. ‘*A ten-dollar bill,” says Mr. Frank Thiel, assistant treasurer, “will last on an average somewhat less than four years Just how much paper money is lost or de- stroyed, and never returned for redemp- tion, is difficult to estimate. One guess says that it is not more than one quarter of 1 per cent ‘“Many people believe,” added Mr Thiel, “that governments profit consider ubly by reason of lost or destroyed paper money which never comes back for redemp- tion. In theory that is true; in fact, how ever, under the law the Treasurer of the United States is required to maintain a trust fund consisting of silver dollars in the case of silver certificates and gold coin or bullion against gold certificates issued to the public. Against the $346,681,016 in United States notes or greenbacks out- standing there is a gold reserve fund of $152,979,025.63 in the Treasury. Federal- reserve notes are issued against a minimum

of 40 per cent gold reserve; while national- bank notes and Federal Reserve Bank notes are issued against United States THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ! | | bonded obligations held in the Treasury | for their redemption. So that, practically speaking, the Government has not cashed in on its so-called paper profits.” American paper money, being of uniform size, is more easily raised than that of Eu- rope, where the varying denominations run in different sizes. Thus a counterfeiter has only to wash off a one-dollar bill to get a | perfectly good linen, threaded paper of | regulation size whereon to print a larger | denomination. There is more counterfeit- | ing now than ever, the wise ones say. Put your ear to the ground, from Boston to New Orleans--wherever the alcoholic acoustics are best-—- and you'll hear tales of contraband liquor being hastily paid for by the flicker of midnight torches, in phony bills or raised notes. The Mediterranean ports, they say, are full of it— paid to sail- | ors for stuff passed over a ship's side in American waters. “It’s often the public’s own fault,”’ de- clared one old treasury official. ‘‘ Here, look at that!’’ He handed me a raised one-dollar bill. Over the “1” in the corner a “5” had been pasted; elsewhere on its face the plain words “‘one dollar’? had not even been tampered with. ‘‘Too often,” he ex- plained, “‘when a man pays you with one or more bills, you glance only at the corner to see that the denomination is correct. To be safe, always unfold any bill given you and scrutinize it closely. Few counterfeits are excellent; many of them can be de- tected by even a cursory examination.” The War on Counterfeiters Most countries have laws punishing those who counterfeit the money of any government, domestic or foreign. Uncle Sam lately grabbed certain enterprising artists who, in the artistic atmosphere of a Western moving-picture region, were gayly turning out Bank-of-England notes on a grand scale. “Since the war,”’ one authority told me, “little money-exchange shops have multi- plied in all our cities, especially where we have big immigrant groups. Here counter- feit money from China, Chile or Czecho- Slovakia is easily disposed of.”’ To make and pass bogus bills would seem an easy livelihood. But when you peep into the records of the United States Secret Service and see how many men are caught, and how little of their bogus output they succeed in passing, you wonder why it is the trade still grows so fast. In 1890, for example, 346 men were arrested for coun terfeiting, and their product amounted to $26,405.17; 1896 was a better year; about 800 men were arrested whose output that year was $757,531.50. Year after year, the long arm of the law reaches out and pulls them in. Yet business goes on as usual. As each new gang is trapped and goes to jail, It passes the veterans coming out of prison, to resume production. In the past thirty years an average of about 550 counter feiters a year have been taken, whose out put averaged more than $150,000 a year Lately a rapid increase is seen. In 1922 the arrests reached 1195; during the first eleven months of 1923 the arrests were 1060 men, and bogus money amounting to $662,- 588.30 was manufactured. To the credit of the secret service, however, it must be said that fully 90 per cent of this was seized before it got into circulation. These figures, however, do not cover the activities of counterfeiters who are making bogus Amer- ican money in Mexico, Germany and other parts of Europe. In Germany and the countries of Eastern Europe fake American paper money is largely in circulation, it is

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To make it easier to detect counterfeits, and to avoid the confusion many people now feel in handling so many different kinds of paper money, the Treasury has just begun the issue of certain new and more uniform styles of paper money. The faces of the .new notes carry por- traits having a denominational value. For example, the one-dollar bill shows the face of Washington; the five, Lincoln; the ten, Jackson; the twenty, Cleveland; the fifty, Grant; and the 100, old Ben Franklin. Makers of bogus money are busy today wherever bank bills circulate, but from Latin America comes a story with an odd new twist to it. In a certain city down there | counterfeiters were known to be active. In an excess of caution, and not being con- vinced that all his own sleuths were above reproach, the governor of the province secretly imported from an adjacent coun- try a pair of trained investigators for trap- ping the counterfeiters. Clever enough they were, and in due course they laid the malefactors by the heels and confiscated a large quantity of beautifully made cur- rency. It was so beautiful, in fact, that it would have broken the hearts of the im- ported sleuths to give it up—so they kept on going. They sold it, I’m told, in their own country, for far more than the fee the astonished governor had promised them to a man who took it back to the country of origin and bought with it cattle for export! Sentiment, habit, prejudice, still in- fluence the movement of paper money, even here in the States. East of the Ohio is what currency sharks call a soft-money zone. Here people want only paper. Coins larger than the fifty-cent piece you seldom see. To the West, silver dollars move around, and on the coast the gold fever still pre- vails. In India, when the World War upset the trade balance and silver got scarce, the people refused the paper rupees the British offered them. To help out the English, and EVENING POST keep order in India, Uncle Sam melted down millions of silver dollars and turned the bullion over to the British. Shinplasters, printed for distribution in Canada when small change got scarce there in wartime, met a cold reception and were withdrawn. Aluminum disks, put out by the Germans last year and stamped as good for so many paper marks, were cornered by Schiebers as the mark slumped, melted down, made into pots and pans and so sold for more than their face value. When we bid in the Danish West In- dies to keep the Germans out—a Danish bank held a long-time monopoly on paper- money circulation in those islands. They’re American soil now, but foreign paper money is in use there because of the terms of the bank’s charter. In Russia, Poland and elsewhere abroad, our Federal-reserve notes often buy more than other American paper money will. Why? Nobody knows—a vagary of this paper-money business. Down in Latin America they’re beginning to copy our reserve-bank system. Peru has its new Banco de la Reserva, with a Yankee man- ager; and in Colombia is set up the new Banco de la Republica. More business here for those who make and sell paper money. Already a commercial diplomat has been on the job, carrying with him a motion-picture outfit, inviting presidents and treasurers to view a film showing how paper money is made, revealing every process from wood pulp to finished money, counted and packed in special tin-lined cases for export. A deft skill even in building these complicated boxes-—so made that to extract even one bill the whole case must be smashed to pieces. A unique industry, this. Probably in all the annals of civilization no other one achievement is so nearly miraculous as man’s development of paper money —an innately worthless thing of paper and ink, yet wherewith he buys the luxuries of the earth, THE SATURDAY either wholly or in part, never authorized. 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