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This month’s Health Interest Poster r y Watch for new one next month SRO Lh SHE 1 runs as fast as any boy! The right food does wonders! Eat a hot cereal breakfast — MY RECORD Ist WEEK | | 2m WeEEK | ‘ ond WEEK “ | 4th WeEk Here is a plan which mothers all over the « a plan that gets the enthusiasm and co-operat! breakfast school authorities say 1s necessary for |

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST [ts This Small Spor That Makes the New-Type Socks Wear 3 to 4 Times Longer Sheer, lustrous silks, fine lisles with striking smartness ERE isanew way to give smart socks far greater wear. It lies in a new feature that covers one small Holeproof besides the smart plain Ex Toe colors offers you a wide variety of fancy inch of space. A well- known maker has dis- covered it. Now bv a patterns. Many are replicas : of imported patterns for which vou would pay several different scientific times the price knitting principle socks are given 3 to 4 times longer life. In ordinary socks you've found the toe kicks out. Thus 1s lost many months of wear. But in these new-type socks the toe outlasts all else. Here, where wear is hardest, a spe- cial wear-resisting thread is woven at the tip and over the top of the toe in this new way. Done so skilfully that you scarcely can see where it begins or ends None of the old-time thickness, but de lhghtful comtort—greater ease. Sounds simple—this Ex Toe idea yet it has taken 30 years to find the way to do it. Today it’s rated an achievement by 2,000,000 men—also ffoleproof /x Toe HOLEPROOF HOSIERY COMPANY, MILWAUKEE, WISCONSIN HOLEPROOF HOSIERY COMPANY OF CANADA their wives who used to spend spare time in darning and now spend non Ex ‘Toe comes to vou in rich, lustrous silks, both sheer and heavy extremely correct \ll tit glove LIMITED, LONDON, ONTARIO

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST AT THE FASHIONABLE RESORTS You'll see today the styles first introduced by HART SCHAFFNER & MARX Double breasted dinner jackets, we showed them first in America three seasons ago Straight front coats, for sport and day wear- we've shown them for a year Pigeon grey flannels’an exclusive color in our spring suits Cedarwoods-the leading Hart Schaffner & Marx color introduced last fall Long, 31 inch coats’brought from England by our style scouts a full year ago Silver blue tweed sport jackets’one of the most popular notes of the season Three button coats, 3 to button, with the high peak lapels-and exclusive showing in our clothes You'll have the best style and have it first when you wear our clothes Hart Schaffner & Marx Chicago London New York April 30,1927

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EF SAID feet away and I could not help but overhear him —‘‘Leprechauns? Certainly I believe in leprechauns. I never happen to have seen , but lots of my friends have.”’ And then, a couple of minutes afterward, he said, “‘Of course, ye’re the most childish people in the world and we Europeans are simply amazed at you.” Although he added, as they all did But you are, none the less, the one hope he was talking to a lady only a few CARTOONS BY 7 one meself a year ago and as a few lonely liberals still do, “ iy ol the work And so there you are. I cannot imagine a mcre accurate description of the European mind and the European attitude toward us than is contained in this ready-made parable, nor a better example of international logic. How can we be the one hope of the world if we are so childish, unless a little child shall lead them?—a refined simplicity in which no Huropean believes. this is not the point; or rather, it is not the main discrepancy. To understand main discrepancy you must understand that all Europeans believe in leprechauns, the whether it be, to pick a few instances of many, the English belief in the caricature of Uncle Sam, tl belief in the perfection of France or the German belief in the mysterious Teutonicoverman. Every European is born intoa world of class stratification and presupposition, and no matter how intelligent or cultivated or clever he is, beyond a certain point he believes in fairies, and of all these fairies the international ones are the most powerful and the most malignant. Also, till further to understand the main discrepancy, you must understand that although the European believes in leprechauns, and is proud of his belief, he will allow no one else an equal privilege. Whatever American or Canadian or Australian does is ipso facto immature; whatever the European i [ And 1 and Australia are a thou- . 1 ie French

the thinks t or this will continue even Vy ]¢ aaultl. America and ( aot IS i] 0 clo when di and } ani OF COURSE You ARE THE MoST CHILDISH PEOPLE JN THE WORLD AND WE FUROPEANS ARE SIMPLY 4AZED AT You! iy | Ze) ey nd.

. EVENING POST |. ~ 1728 by Benj. Franklin Sa me Aa ag ar se PHILADELPHIA, PA., APRIL 30, 1927 HERBERT Ame i ( t enough to reflect that the only reason v Ar Ku K kK is because, childish as America may | t the infantile cures of castor oil and unrestrained force. No wonder it int the American or the Canadian orthe Australian ever to make hims« cousins. The race He is caught on the horns of a dilemn he will and damned if he won't. English boy is told at Eton or Harrow, or where you w that An Canadians and Australians are creatures of a certain kind, and he never get erit. No European ever accepts a wise and pleasant Amé A wise and } leasant American is always } t of something European or a development toward son g Eur I being an American, can tell at a glance an English ge I n ) is nota gentleman, or a French gentleman from a bargee illy, a Gert ge r from a Kellner; but I have never yet met an Englishmar a | i yerman who could reverse the pr Inde 7 international genera t Iam going | PY s Matter a

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but, internationally, that circle is bounded by Asia to the east, the Mediterranean to the south, Archangel to the north and Dingle Bay to the west. And if this seems pre- osterous, I call your attention to the latest utterances of > brilliant English minds, Gilbert Chesterton, Israel Zangwill—now dead—John Galsworthy, Aldous Huxley, St. John Ervine, and even H. G. Wells. For example, there is at present a most popular book, although I hesi- tate to place its author in juxtaposition to the above list, for he clearly is not brilliant; in which apparently it is only necessary to say that a thing is American to condemn it, or to say that a thing is un-American to praise it. We have become, in other words, a derogatory adjective. I have

known Englishmen who have lived in America q twenty years and who are American citizens, who still have as egregious ideas concerning their adopted land as if they had never left the Scilly Islands behind. But all this is relatively unimportant. No American can make understandable either himself or his country to the Euro- pean mind, and every day more Americans are beginning to realize this lamentable fact and to cease trying. When they all cease try- ing much time will be saved. The latest attempt en masse, and prob- ably the last, was the Great War. We all know how successful that was. The future hope of the world ties not in mutual understanding, that lost ideal of a decade ago, for that is impossible, but in mu- tual respect and toleration. When the European regards the Amer- the Canadian, the Austra- in and New Zealander as aliens but equals, as the best Eu- ropeans today regard, let us say, the best Mohammedans, all will be well. This paper is addressed not to the European, for to con- ’ jean, I the

vince the European of its con- text would be like trying to salt the tail of the wariest bird; tothe contrary, it is addressed to a large

| ai rovocerie) thes ERICAN . class of Americans.

Mental Astigmatism N° the expatriated Amer- 4% icans. They too are hope- less. Lurking in a myriad pensions or castellated, to suggest a subtle pun, as the richer are, they are beyond discussion. But within the confines of America, except n they pour eastward during summer, are thousands of te Americans who might be prevailed upon to take amore rational point of view. It

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is very necessary that they should take this more rationa! point of view, for until they do, every pH ae of steamer sailing to Europe will JbA ptr Ff continue to be a focal point for the international aisease, It is very necessary that they should take a more rational point of view, for, with the possible exception of England, no country that contains among its intelligent classes more persistent criticism of itself and, as is not the with England, greater misunderstanding of itself than America. The Englishman criticizes his own country persistently, but he is also well aware of the virtues of his breed —perhaps too well aware; the American is all too likely to criticize America with no sense of the universal dullness of mankind. It is easy to see why the latter is true, and hence my choice of a title. Europe is the mother of practically all of us. As history is counted, we have not been so very long away from her breasts. We are still caught in a nexus of maternal glamour; but if we are in any way immature as compared to this mother of ours, the immaturity has its source in this idea that necessarily she is more mature. We spreading of there is Cast cannot grow up until the nexus is unraveled. Self-criticism is excellent, and it is perhaps the main reason why, intellectually, neither England nor America has stopped growing, and why Germany is beginning to The in. But it must be rational self-criticism.

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attitude of the publican is a beautiful and touching and wise one, but it is not altogether wise; nor is the publican altogether a sensible fellow until he sees out of the corner of his eye that the pharisee is an equal sinner. Maturity is a quiet appreciation of your own faults and virtues, and a quiet but equal appreciation of the faults and virtues of your neighbor. I do not mention the boastful American, and for this, no doubt, will earn the smiles of many foreign readers; but, to begin with, the boastful American is outside the argument, which is addressed to the apologetic American; and in the second place, the boastful American is to a great extent another European leprechaun. If he ever existed in any great quantities, he is rapidly disappearing. For one ~“ A\ P <fRNATION - INTER TENEMENTS

boastful American I have met in many years of traveling about Europe I have met a hundred apologetic ones. I think Mr. Tarkington’s Plutocrat a charming book, but essentially a work of fiction. Nor are the boastful Amer- icans, when come across by a European, always under- stood. There is a certain type of boasting that is the result of an exaggerated humility; there is another type of boast- ing that comes from a just anger. The Englishman says to the Frenchman or American, “You have a filthy country filled with filthy people,”’ and so on, and so on, for the English adjectives are nothing if not final; and when, at the end of half an hour or so, the Frenchman or American mildly objects, stating what he thinks are a few facts in rebuttal, the Englishman goes away convinced that he has met another flag-waving Gaul or another braggart Yankee. If he is a very nice and broad-minded Englishman, he merely raises his eyebrows and smiles and says, ‘‘ How extraordinarily sensitive you people are!”’ But let someone try the same thing with him. Furthermore, the boastful American is usually an American of not more than twenty years’ standing; and

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finally, he is no more boastful than any other half-idiotic national—simply more numerous. We come back again, then, to the apologetic American and a more rational point of view. What is this more rational point of view? Simply this: That there is nothing altogether perfect and nothing alto- gether imperfect, that distance not only lends enchant- ment but frequently induces a sort of romantic insanity; and that a common trait of the human mind is to magnify a spot on the drawing-room carpet and overlook a puddle in the highroad. How many men are married to beautiful women with not the slightest appreciation of their good fortune? The sensible attitude, of course, is to look at both spot and puddle and so arrange your vision that every now and then you obtain a perspective upon your wife. As for me, I would take the very starkest premises, I would begin at the beginning, I would lay my cards on the table. What the world needs even more than an honest and sensible Geneva Conference, which at present it hasn't got, is a confer- ence in humility, a pooling of its common moronism. When all na- tions admit their faults and insist that these faults be recognized, then, for the first time, it will be possible really to admire their virtues. The Pot and the Kettle WILL begin at the beginning. I will admit without hesitation or reservation that we area young, crude, barbaric, folly-ridden, un- comfortable people. I will admit that we are of mongrel breed; that we have a mania for speed, size, mass and money; and that the thoughtful, gentle and intelligent are in the proportion of about ten to every thousand. I will admit that we are grasping, imperialis- tic, selfish, bombastic and swept by passion and sentimentality. I will admit anything derogatory hat anyone can say, and having admitted all this, what have I Why, I described America and every other country in the world. Let us examine this statement. Roughly speaking, a man can be judged by three what he thinks, what he does, and what, outside of his thinking and doing, heis; what he was born—in other Let us possibly least done? have factors } words, what he looks like. take this last and important factor first. One of the commonest charges hurled at our heads by Europeans and certain Americans, and the cause, so they believe, of many of our sins, is that we are a mongrel nation. Are we?—that is, always bearing in mind that the compar- ison is simply with other nations. Laying aside the facts that the charge may be a compliment as far as we know, and that the last census showed a vast preponder- ance of Celtic and Teutonic blood, a preponderance even of blood from the British Isles—laying aside these facts as irrelevant to the present discussion, are we actually a mongrel nation as compared to any other great nation? We are not. We are mengrel as compared to the Es- kimo, but not as compared to the Frenchman, the German, the Italian, or even the Englishman. We are not mongrel enough. The effects of standardization are becoming all too ap- parent. We should begin to fear not diversity but hom- ogeneity. In the last war the American Army was the only cohesive army there was, and this despite the German- speaking regiments from the Middle West and the draft division from New York. France is usually considered the most homogeneous of the great nations of Europe, although, as a matter of fact, England is more so. Can either claim to be anything but a mongrel nation? To anyone who knows France or England, and who is in the habit of examining statements, such claims are wildly absurd. Furthermore, pure blood, so-called, has until recently beea a matter of class and not

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of nation. Now, with the increase of facilities for com- munication, pure blood has become not even a matter of class but of stupidity. The workingman and even the peasant are beginning to marry out of their own parishes, but the aristocrat has always married out of his own parish I defy anyone to find a greater mongrel than the averag: Ienglish peer, save it be the French or German noble. And of them all, royalty is the most confused. Here is the paradox. So long as communi- cation was difficult and expensive, the lower classes were pure-blooded, the upper classes mongrel. But the very isolation of the peas- ant and mechanic, although it made them in their particular locality homogeneous, produced, when all localities were lumped together into a nation, a welter of dissimilarity ruled by people invariably mongrel. Now all are going to be mongrel together. Nor was immigration ever lacking. Beginning, al- though it is a late date, with the ebb and flow of the Romans and the Barbarians, and not forgetting Attila and the Moors, and the crusades, and a hundred other migrations large and small—one can come down to the present day and the amusing but little-known truths that France has a negro problem and a problem of undi- gested Italian labor. The present-day newspaper headings in France are sardonically similar to ours of a decade ago. these A Fable of Sociologists N SHORT, in many instances France is entering upon a stage from which we are emerging. And yet, for some reason, whenever a foreigner lands upon our shores he becomes to the European and certain Americans a frightening potential factor toward heterogeneity, while, for the same obscure reason, vast armies and all the mer- chants and mechanics of Christendom have been going up and down the face of Europe for centuries in a state of virtue that would be unbelievable were one not assured, by implication, that it was so. Do the French imagine that their occupied territories, Captain Strumpelfeck — | are still a blond , , P already largely Teutonic, will become any the more Gallic am not giving the exact WHY > l ONLY SAID TH AT MOST tall nati becoming because of the occupation? The truth of the matteristhat names, but names very HA E “TRIC LIGHTS more so. We ar t : a : - RIC VE ELECTRIC LIGHTS pure blood, save for the peasant, has always been a fable, much like the AmERIC ANS F igly w mpared popular only with sociologists, and has never been a claim original ones BATH ROOMS, RUNNING WATER, Continued on of the aristocrat. Mr. Sforza and = ‘é Page 182 . . : ° 2s . - P ) Bil The apologetic American is making a historical and Mr. McComas. HEATED Houses , AUTOMOBILES, social blunder. c . wt . ’ . HO MEAY EVERY 7 It is unbelievable that anyone knowing France, with its TE LE} HONES , E DAY Basque, its Provencal, its Breton, its Norman, its Alsatian, it THEY WANT IT - ——— 15 WHAT OF IT > ee DOT Oo j | IM EXPECTS wa cei T’ BELIEVE THAT ! WE _— THE ea porn Tohns e Sl SATURDAY EVENING POST - ‘ ~ ‘ | sn Pe et j ' - Evhope ~ pak yy = =e lO.) —-_ \\ 0 Pelee \ar" he a we + \}hF a Wy 2 2 SEE IPE SS ALS Slr ae, Lee x - gh —npmrte ea 7 ne ce ian acca Rt Cn Europe is the Mother of Practically All of Us. We are Still Caught in a Nexus of Maternal Giamour its Burgundian, and so on indefinitely, people many of Law, speech, custom, preponderat yf whom until recently could not speak the common language mysterious blending of stronger or weaker races nation its tone; these when added to climate and en ment in other respects. We a nation in the Englis} tradition and will from that fact; but we are, I am glad to say, like every other of their nation, and some of whom do not speak it even now— it is unbelievable that such a person could speak of America as hybrid and France as homogeneous. It is equally unbelievable that anyone knowing England, with its Scotchman, its Saxon, its Welshman, its North and n: South Irishmen, its Yorkshireman, Cornishman, Jersey man, Norfolk and Suffolk men, could do the same. But nevertheless it is done. It is one of the most frequent absurdities you hear, and an absurdity becoming more and more popular, especially on the lips of Americans. is Not long ago I had tea at a French country club with has it done to us physically three pure-bred Englishmen. All of them were university men, two of them wore mon- tistics, it has done Their names + Y are never escape tion of mixed blood. The Effect of Mongrelism O MUCH, then, for mongrelism. But granting that it an international and not a national attribute, what > Again, only in comparison with other like nations. To judge by observation and sta- were ‘ - —____ no great harm. We ocles. WHAT "5 WRONG WITt THAT ? are the Boastful Americans Always Understood

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Vil MAP By AUSTIN PARKER ILLUSTRATED BrY R. OY JORALE MON or Jerry, as we came to know him F was one of the most surpris- ing things that ever struck Planet. I had lived there only a little more than a year when he arrived; but that year was long enough to become fairly well acquainted with his uncle, Louis Joralemon, and to get a considerable under- standing of the background of Jerry’s family. Also, an un- derstanding of Planet itself. Planet hangs upon the edge of New England, isolated from the influence of any really big city, which has had a good deal to do with making the place what it is. The city has always been prosperous, and so the war, with the enormous growth of factories which it brought about, didn’t change Planet essentially. Planet simply became more so; its faults, its virtues, its wealth and poverty, the luxuries of Lakeside and the smoke-blackened squalor of Millside became exaggerated. The people who owned.the factories, which turned out machinery of various kinds for the most part, became more sure of the divine ordering of things; the skilled laborers went in for more of the noisy manifesta- tions of prosperity—from phonographs and flivvers to silk shirts and radios—and the unskilled laborers had more shovels to swing. I came to the city because the youngster had been sick, and the doctor advised us to get out of New York. Until the Bishley murder case popped up, I had scarcely ever heard of Planet. My paper sent me out to do the yarn and I became acquainted with old Murchinson, who was managing editor of the Record. Then, simply on a hunch, when the doctor gave us orders to move, I went to Mur- chinson and nailed down the job—and what a job it was at first!—of city editor of the paper. Jerry’s uncle owned the Record. He, in his own fashion, was as extraordinary a person as Jerry was in his, and they had a good deal in common. Louis Joralemon was a hunchback— pretty much of a recluse except for a small group of intimates, a lover of books and of music, an in- ventor and a genius in business. He wasa refined sybarite; his meals were delicate feasts and he had in his cellars long racks of wines that no one else in Planet—except the in- evitable town wsthete, Lacey Howard—could appreciate. He used to have Lacey for dinner quite often and be bored by his maunderings simply because Lacey actually did 1 know the difference between a Chambertin and a Cali- fornia red. THE SATURDAY EVENING Ol While WORLD PALLEWN COLEMAN The old fellow’s library, which was stuck off in a fireproof wing Lakeside house, was re- markable. I didn’t realize how remarkable it was until later, when I had a chance to spend hours in it. The collection was heterogeneous; many of the baoks were upon machinery and science, some of them obscure and curious works. There was a great deal of history, for the most part in three groupings— Renaissance, Napoleonic and Civil War. More recently he had begun a collection of aeronautical works, which included the history and science of aero- statics and went on up through the World War into vol- umes of personal experience and government documents relating to aviation. His interest there had its source directly in Jerry, who had been a pilot. So far as literature went, his collection was more haphazard. He had only those books in which he took a definite pleasure in reading, and those were, whenever possible, first editions. It was a huge house to be occupied by one small hunch- backed man. The grounds, about one hundred acres, ran from the main road down to his own beach on Silver Lake, where, until the last year of his life, he used to bathe every pleasant day. He enjoyed loitering in the water for an hour or so, even though his doctor warned him against staying in too long. His deformity made swimming diffi- cult, but he would go out with a cork bag and lie there, motionless, relaxed and happy. Louis Joralemon’s interest in Early American furniture went back to the time when other people in Planet, doing over their houses in Mission style, said he was crazy to buy such junk. He actually bought things out of the attics and barn lofts of people who, fifteen years later, would have mortgaged their eyeballs to have them back again. More than one perfect dinner party was spoiled for the Poynters because they were sitting upon their own deli- cately fashioned Windsor chairs. Because he loved music, he financed a string quartet, which failed dismally to fill the Opera House on its first two public performances in Planet. Louis Joralemon said that when people who had money didn’t want a beautiful thing enough to pay for it they could do so-and-so. He could, by the way, curse with sonorous majesty. There- after the quartet played in public only to packed houses in the high-school auditorium and Labor Union Hall over in Millside, ten cents admission. Soon after the war was over he had the central part of his house remodeled so that a pipe organ could be put in, and that brought about an intimacy with the Davenys but I will tell you more of them later. The organ had a of his POST April 30,1927 One of the Toughs Grabbed Up a Tire Wrench and the Other a Hunk of Stone. Jerry Reached Into His Car and Took His Stick; ThenHe Went Forward, Eyes Flash: ing From One to the Other to Catch the First Move player attachment into which Louis Joralemon used to feed perforated rolls of music. He knew nothing about playing the instrument, but he learned to group notes into satisfying chords and to group chords into satisfying, if elementary and uncodrdinated, measures; and sometimes at night—so the servants said—he would play for hours. I had only one opportunity to become acquainted with him, and I didn’t make the most of that, for he got me talking about psychoanalysis and kept me talking most of the evening. His interest was so genuine and so alive that it was difficult to stop. rapidly and drew me on, until finally I felt like a donkey that has been following a sheaf of oats hung in front of its face. Psychoanalysis had fascinated me the first two years out of college and I knew a fair amount about it. In those days, back in Greenwich Village, I could speak unblushingly of ‘we intellectuals” and write verse for the masses; but since then there had been a war—I fought it at Fort Sheridan—and I had been married. The al- mighty importance of keeping a family going had led me far away from the Village, still farther away from the Village way of thinking, and I was able to give Louis Joralemon a fairly sensible version of what Freud, Jung and the rest of them had been doing. “Isn't it a little like trying to fix a watch with d hatchet?” he asked. “Not unlike it,’’ I admitted. 3ut stop in Connor’s tomorrow and order some books for me—whatever you think I should read.’’ He shuffled his misshapen body over to the table, where the butler had with bottles and glasses. ‘“‘I have a fin I'd like you to try. It’s very woody.” ? His mind formulated questions left a large tray champagne , 49, He paused. ‘If you like a woody f/ “IT do—very much. There was a 49 at you'd go a long way to beat, even with Napoleon.” He took two huge thin ballons, poured our drinks and we commenced to warm the glasses with our hands. Louis Joralemon’s face glowed with pleasure simply because, I suppose, I didn’t toss the fin off as if it had been a couple of fingers of whisky. ‘‘ Were you in France long?”’ he asked. We sniffed at our drinks, tested the viscosity by slopping them in our glasses and holding them to the light. “Just the summer vacation before my senior year. Mother and I lived at Foyot’s and the old waiter who had the corner table and looked like Napoleon taught me quite a bit about eating and drinking. He was an old tyrant. If you lighted a cigarette between courses, he’d throw the But if you were interested in eat- He'd raise Did he ix yyot ’s that food down on the table. ing, there wasn’t enough he could do for you. the devil in the kitchen if the food wasn’t perfect. ever wait on you?”

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‘No; I've avoided stirring out of Planet very Louis Joralemon sipped his drink I was never in much.” his deformity, of Europe. That was his hypersensitiveness about yhew, Jorale mon, course. He added: “‘My ney Roy las lived there most of his life. Since he was five.” Such conversation as this, mind you, when I had been Record. I don’t invited for dinner so that we could talk about the The newspaper may have been mentioned, but remember it. ‘Roy is a wonderful man,”’ he said with the Then: “I’m glad you like my wine and my 1. You must come to dinner again.” I dined with him several times, but there other guests. Many times, even though he employed me and could command the hours between noon and mid- night as his own, I had to beg off. I didn’t feel that the men under me were competent to see the paper to press, and Murchinson, who was managing editor, was so old and tired that I didn’t like to ask him to take over my work for the evening. More often than not I was doing the work that was rightfully his. Murchinson was a nice old codger, and perpetually in a stew at the thought of being fired and left derelict. Newspaper men don’t save much God knows they have little enough to save!—and he prob- ably didn’t have more than a couple of hundred in the bank. Once when Joralemon and I were together alone for a few minutes I went so far as to say that Murchinson was worried. ‘He has nothing to worry about,” replied Louis Jorale- mon. He turned and looked up at me. “I am unkind man,” he said, as though it were his entire declara- tion of faith and principle. It was from Murchinson that I got the story of the utmost conviction. were always not an Joralemon family. There is no need of going back farther than Louis and his brother, Arthur, who was Roy’s father. They divided between them the accumulated fortune of their father and their grandfather, and promptly quarreled. The ur | have ever heard was most amiable characterization of Art that of “‘skunk”’; and so, considering what I THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Louis Joralemon and all that happened to Arthur, imagine that rate, Louis fe knew of I can't lay. At any there is much doubt where the tault ll | = le hope lessly because he was malforme as nid girl whose dreams of love and the future are as glamoro as normal dreams are gut it was Arthur who won her and married her. Not long after Roy was born, Arthur ing himself in about as many commenced misbehiz ways as a man can, and the battle between the brothers was fought in sheer hatred. Louis Joralemon, using all of his ground from under Arthur's stenog- acute instinct for business, cut the Arthur’s feet. The battle ended when rapher shot him Arthur’s widow left Planet five years old, and went to Europe to live. the fortune were ample to keep them in good style never returned to America. They lived in London, Munich, Paris, Florence, and finally in shortly before her death, she joined the church. in 1913. Jerry later told me that religion came fluence in that last year. She wrote to Louis, for the first time, giving him her forgiveness—though no one knows quite what she had to forgive in him, except that he loved her—and spent a good amount of money trying to locate the girl who had shot her husband. She her, too, and help her. But the girl had disappeared after her acquittal and was never heard of again. At all events, Mrs. Joralemon forgot her bitterness and found some tranquillity of spirit. It was only a year after I had come to Planet that Louis Joralemon had a cerebral hemorrhage and died. In his will, after stipulating that his personal servants, all of whom had been with him for years, should be provided for during their lives and that their children should be educated, he ordered that the balance of the estate should go “‘to Roy Cornwall Byrne Joralemon, my beloved nephew, whose life has been the projection of my dreams of life. with Roy, who was nearly The remains of and st Berlin, where, ie Rome, That was asa benign in- wanted to forgive own ‘‘Dorothy Was Just Telling Me About How You'd Pianned tc Have a Surgeon Change the Map of the Worid"’ ure ally resented th € wand Was not Lo a couple of pennies more to » was another aspect Continued on Page 165

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Lille GO HE night was as and as soundless as a black fog, and the threat of the morning to come dripped upon heavy men’s souls and spread in a clammy stain that would never again quite leave them Operation Orders gone up at 10:15 to each Every inch of the advance was laid out and covered by minute instructions. Every fragment of enemy trench was in- unit. cluded, every shell hole to be passed over in sida the attack, every sap head and traverse and crater. Another two hours and the runners would take up the last word— the zero—and the thing would be ready. It had been rehearsed now for weeks, red flags and blue flags and white tapes pegged out to represent trenches. It had been talked of and planned and plotted. The detail was graven on men’s minds with the starkness of a fright- 11 dream. In the years to come—on just such a night men would suddenly remember fragments of it as long as they lived—‘‘the battalion will march on 54 mag- The guttering candle stuck in a benedictine bottle m Bethune’s table. “The Stokes barrage will commence at minus nine minutes.’”’ A page from La Vie tacked to the dirt wall with its bottom left- corner torn off for a spill. ‘‘The first and second waves will take the German first line.’’ The nervous syn- hronizing of watches, Collins looking up suddenly when “C Company will occupy Collins’ sickly grin as he pushes back the stem of his watch after setting it, the watch itself dangling redly on a fragment of wire six hours later. And remembering, those men, as long as they live, will stiffen slightly at the backs of their knees and shrug uncomfortably at the reminiscent tracing of chill that etches their spines. i again netic.” Deo optimo maximo. hand ” Bethune says, G. H. Q. swore to it. The ulti- mate had been done to make it so. Not like the spring be- fore. This time there were to be no hitches. New quirks for everything, the weight of experience to help. No misrouting. No holdups. The vast fabric of it trembled to be off and about its work. Transport and rail- ways and supplies, guns and men and beasts—everything was plotted and ordained. The beds were empty and ready at the base. Thou- sands of crisp white beds waiting in long rows—waiting ghoulishly for the mud and the pulp and the death sweat 1 at would wilt them before the morrow’s sun sank in the It was to be a good job. hastily \ tremendous murderous machine, crouching for metallic t pring, licking its fanged jaws, waiting for USTRATED BY SATURDAY EVENING POST April 30,1927 Ol YESTIERIDAY By James Warner Belllalh ALBIN The general pulled at the lobe of his ear and stared ab- sently at his finger tips. It was after one by his wrist watch. He raised his cup and sipped at the cold filmy coffee. It surprised him mildly that it should be cold, for it seemed that the orderly had brought it but a moment before. There was a quick tap upon the panel of his door. He turned in his chair. “‘ Yes?” The door opened, and Jardine stood upon the threshold. “Zero has gone up, sir.” ® The general nodded slightly. ‘‘ Yes, of course.” The two gray-haired men looked at each other for sev- eral seconds without speaking. Jardine felt absurdly like shrugging his shoulders. Later, in the hallway, he knew why. It was not his fault. Shrug it off. Nothing to do with him. It was war, and he did what he was told. But because he was quite a bit more of a man than a staff officer, he was shocked at his thought. If it was war—and no one’s fault—why was it necessary to cast off the blame from his own shoulders, throw it on someone else’s? The general nodded again. ‘Good night.” And the door closed. Again he raised his hand and pulled at the lobe of his ear, slowly and carefully, as if he were alone upon a stage and people were watching his movements. The general was sixty-one. For a moment he thought about that fact. Men of sixty-one were old. They sat in club lounges and watched the world move by their windows. They reclined upon shaded verandas with rugs tucked about their knees. He leaned forward in his chair and looked down at his booted legs. Slim legs they were, and hard. He looked at the tanned flesh of his wrists—wrists that were strong with years of riding and swinging of polo mallets. He had said many times that he would never let himself rot out, that he would go on riding for the one crashing fall that would do for him at once. It had been his Forty-three years in the saddle with the red coat on his back! He smiled faintly of opportunity. religion. Men called that waste of life, waste They called it laziness and sloth and HENNING The Assembly Trenches Were Filled Now With Hard: Breathing Humanity, Humanity Pressed El: bow toElbow toStillthe FearThat Crawls at Loneliness sneered at the pomp and tinsel beneath whic} the sinews of Regular Army tradition lay waiting for a night such as this. He stood up suddenly. He was too old to his business to be annoyed at the people who reviled professional soldiers and caviled at taxes. His family worshiped different gods; the gods of Crécy and Agincourt and Blen- heim and—tonight. The gods that come forth on the horizon once every thirty years and feast horridly on the flesh of men. He had spent forty-three years learning the rit- ual of his cult, and because he had learned it better than the next man, better than the best civilian ever could learn it; because he had followed his gods to the ends of the eart} that he might learn their ways, an empire stood breathlessly behind him to live or die in him. He was rather amused at the thought: The newspapers that had called him a liar five years before; the statesmen who had humored him and the three other men who had seen it—humored them and smiled and pushed them away would only sanction investment when they could see imme diate profits ahead. All of them tonight would live or dic on a turn of the coin; and he, an army officer, idler who ate up the people’s money, would flip that coin Of all the men in Christendom, he was the only one who could take one hundred yards of rotten crumped mud! But he was a soldier. Below him, in the courtyard, a hobnailed boot scraped upon the pavé and a motorcycle back-fired. The dark cloak of his thoughts dropped from him. Pacifists, politi- cians and civilians. He was a soldier and he loved sol- diers—the man in the courtyard below, the thousands up there ahead, waiting for dawn. Quite miserably, his mind came back to them crouching in filthy holes, writing in the flickering, sputtering candlelight, letters that other people would mail; tossing restlessly in a nervous half doze; liv- ing their last four hours of life; sure of neither their souls nor their minds, but worrying about nothing except the heritage of their blood. Would they die face to the front? That was all. Would they be able to keep up or would they break and run miserably? Would they die as a man dies or as a dog? His fists clenched suddenly in remembered anguish and he saw a sun-blinded plain. The white light of it cut his eyeballs like blown sand. His handful of men lay flat be- fore him. In a moment a bugle would blow and his knees would melt like water. Only somehow they must not Eight hundred yards of open plain, with knives at the other ten the business men who a wasting side cruel, three-bladed knive that skipped a head

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shoulders of the who owned it, that feet from the spooned out abdomens as clean as oyster shells. If would only stop him as it had that chap with the blue wet man a snot hole between his eyes—a shot to stop him before he broke and ran. But a shot hadn’t. He had run on, leading the men who still lived, yelling to them with the strength his gods had poured into his blood for six hundred years, and the knives had been wiped from the face of the earth. The pacifists said soldiers liked that, gloried in it, lived Vain mouthing fools. Soldiers did it because no one BUT A else could. Shopkeepers kept shop for the same reason. He picked up his tin hat from the The air of the courtyard was cool and damp on his face. Men up there ahead were breathing that air for the last He would lose thousands of them by noon, but for It would table and went below. time. himself— he would go on living as he always had be rather clean, though, to go down as a man, as they were Everything was ready now. Jardine ido the rest of the job. He might go up there afoot, in the darkness, and just wait for the storm to break—just wait close enough to be caught in it and snuffed out as an old soldier should be. But sixty-one years had made him too valuable, and his duty demanded that he live. Years ago, on that sun-white plain, he could have fallen with slight loss, for he was only nineteen and new to his job. Tonight he was sixty-one. Years ago he had cursed through his tears because twenty-two of his men had gone down screaming in a welter of their own blood. Tomorrow thou- sands would go down and their blood would be atomized to the four winds. There were schools on that plain now, and ital, and clean little houses. Tomorrow there would the rotten strip of crumped mud, but it would be- anyone going. coulk a hos} still be long to his division. He pulled at his collar and walked slowly across to the gateway. Motives—objectives Not a soldier's job. People reviled soldiers for just that reason, reviled them because they saw no further than the immediate fight in hand. Damn people! For years they had shaped their affairs until they had converged on that one fight, until they centered on the ownership of one hundred yards of mud. Then the people had stepped out to let the soldier do the dirty work, and their affairs would live or die on the that he did. Well, he saw further. urther. They had never fooled him with their talk of costs. work He had always seen | THE SATURDAY EVENING POST humanity and pa m. For forty-two yea id be« learning to see further, little by little. He had seen big knives in little knives, bigger guns in big guns, one hundred yards of mud in eight hundred yards of sun-bleached plain, thousands of dead men in twenty-two Always back to the men. “‘See here’’-— |} hecked hin self-——‘‘ you're sweating.”’ And then present]; Damn it, I'm going up! I’m part of that up there. I was bred It’s my heart and blood, and they're my kind lose legs stronger than mine, legs they will need m I'll go.” I'll need mine younger legs He called softly across the courtyard and the trar sergeant came up through the darkness on the rur ‘Someone will come out of that fight seeds of knowledge planted in his brain up there w seeds that will grow and flower forty years from now on just such another night.” He climbed into the side car and nodded to the driver. “I’m asilly old fool, but I can’t help it. They Poor helpless fellows like me, doing a job they have to do, ‘re my mer because the man in the street demands it. Doing a job that their sons will have to do again after them, in spite of the talk.”’ He braced his arm against the dasher of the side car and for a moment he hesitated. Off to the right some where, three miles, was the airdrome. He could run over easily and see the boy—sit on his cot edge for a brief mo- ment, grip his hand in the darkness. The side car jolted past the crossroads and went on. No. Hundreds of men would be better for seeing their sons and their pals tonight. But they couldn’t, and he wouldn't The boy would be asleep and his arrival would cause a row Play it as dealt. For a moment he saw his son in the dark- ness of the road ahead. Chubby little fellow with curly blond ringlets of hair. Saw him again, straight and tall, with all the illusions of nineteen shining deeply and eagerly in his eyes. Other men would have taken their sons away, other men who were generals would have used their power. Not himself. learn to fight on the staff or in a recruiting office. “I want to go in behind Hill 3-1,” he said. ‘‘Go on up the slope as far as you can.” Twenty-five minutes later he was crouched in an angle of old trench, with his face to the east and the division be- Here was a chance to learn, and you can’t fore him in the valley below. The sergeant, some ten feet behind, squatted in the traverse, smoking into | is cupped Sheets of White:-Splashed Flame. Hours of It. Screaming, Gasping, Hideous Hours. ‘ r 11 ‘ r , y , E wi ge . ai a red { ] Dying himse et ‘ no } , to the speeches and che i have laid tt t knew whe ng itt ght n that om ‘ to live through too mar ght It to grow so old He was trembling violer now, ¥ last three nignts ol sleepl ne He turned around. Down the slope behind hin up the road he had come, was the airdron his own flesh and blood—himself with f« three rolled back from the calendars of yesterday, carefre¢ young and eager, at the start ol! career, knowing! of the disappointments and the reviling and the! r would come as the years went or T from now, the boy would stand in his bo an old deserted trench, wa g to yw t into the breach for a dirt trip of mud H man then, broken with disappointmer whing but his soldier's brair 0 knowledge of the cult of the God of War—and it wa worth it! Dirty rotten people Ww t rott that could be straightened y by fig j \ should a man have to live t ee it twice WW man have to do the He turned to the valley again ar tightly together. His foreh« é and he pressed his face against his arn H mo Burning, Cursing, Aching Hours

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ARRY COST, when he was free to do so, played bridge every Wednesday and Saturday afternoon at the club, and Twyning knew this. The knowledge dictated his movements on this Wednesday in mid- December. Cost sometimes reached the club as early as three o'clock; but this was not always the case, and Twyning meant to make sure to arrive after the other man. So when he first approached the place—he was driving his closed coupé—he slowed down to scan the cars parked along the curb to discover whether Cost’s were there. Since it was not, Twyning drove away, returning at inter- vals thereafter till, about five o’clock, he saw the other’s car atthe curb. It was a coupé of the same manufacture as his own. Cost had bought his a year before; Twyning’s was new within the week, and its purchase was a part of his plan. Immediately behind Cost’s car there was an empty space, and Twyning remarked this with satisfaction. He backed his own machine into the opening, locked the gears, turned on the parking lights and went into the club. in the bridge room three tables were in progress. The players looked up to greet Twyning in the tones of long acquaintance, and he acknowledged their salutations. He rapped upon the table at which Barry was sitting to indi- cate his intention to cut in there, and pulled a chair up at Cost’s elbow. A moment later, when the other was dummy, Twyning said to him quietly, “This is the first chance I’ve had, Barry, to congratulate you.” Cost flushed with faint pleasure. ‘Thank you, old man,” he said. “‘ Louise has told you then?” “‘T had a letter from her while I was away,” he confessed. “I think I was perhaps the first one whom she told.”” His eyes were at the moment curiously grim, but when Cost looked toward him their expression changed and he managed a smile. “I’m glad on your account, Barry,”’ he said. Cost hesitated. ‘I’m sorry if it’s hard for you.” Twyning laughed frankly. ‘‘Why, I’m used to being beaten out by you, Barry,” he confessed. ‘‘ You've been doing it for a good many years.” “It has just happened so,’’ Cost protested. all the luck, Twyning.”’ “Oh, don’t call it luck,’”’ Twyning retorted in a tone of conventional good humor. “It might be luck once or twice, but you've put the boots to me too many times.” Twyning nodded *T’ve had THE SATURDAY EVENING POST JE ID WIE JB By Ben Ames Williams ILLUSTRATE DO BY Cc. D. April 50,1927 WILLIAMS Twyning, as the Last Trick Was Taken, Laughed Bitterly, Under His Breath; and Cost Caught His Eye, and Twyning Said, The play of the hand was finished and Cost had to give his attention once more to the game. While he sorted his cards, he said sympathetically, ‘‘You’ve a cold, haven’t you?” Twyning nodded. ‘‘Head’s stopped up,” he “But I’m used to it. Every winter’s the same.” “‘Must be uncomfortable,” Cost suggested, and bid three spades. Twyning sat silently by his shoulder while he played his cards. Twyning was a stoutly built man with a heavy grave face and eyes faintly protuberant; and there were moments when his cheeks became suffused with a dark color which suggested that he had a fierce temper, difficult to control. Yet his outward aspect was always very much the same, still and inoffensive. He sat now watching Cost’s profile, his eyes intent upon the other man as though they measured him. He was, in fact, wondering what quality it was in Barry which had made him so consistently the victor in the long series of encounters chance had brought about between them. It was that series of victories which had bred and nurtured in Twyning the hatred which was come at last to its fruition. The plan was formed and perfect; and the still man thought, as he watched Barry, that after tonight he need not fear him again. When the rubber was concluded and he cut in, he and Cost were on opposing sides; and Cost held and bid and played two overpowering hands, ending the rubber swiftly. Twyning, as the last trick was taken, laughed bitterly, under his breath; and Cost caught his eye, and Twyning said, “‘Even at cards, Barry!” There was a jest in his tone, but the jest had an edge, and Barry—it was his turn to sit out a rubber—asked in a tone for Twyning’s ears alone, ‘‘ You’re not taking it seri- ously, old man?” Twyning shook his head, laughed quietly. said. ‘‘ Don’t give it a thought.” Cost nodded, strolled across to watch the play at one of the other tables till his turn came to reénter the game. When he returned, he and Twyning cut high cards, would have been partners; but after the cut, Twyning looked at his watch and with an ejaculation of surprise pushed back his chair. “Great Scott!’’ he exclaimed. that late. I’ve got to beat it.’ “Not staying for the evening?”’ Cost inquired. “I’ve got a dinner engagement,”’ Twyning confessed. “Be back?” agreed. “No, no,”’ he 6‘ I didn’t realize it was ‘*Even at Cards, Barry!"' **T don’t know,” he Twyning was settling his losses. replied. ‘‘Are you going to stay?”’ *‘T’ll be leaving about nine,’’ Cost told him. Twyning repeated the words to himself with a cold satis- faction. ‘‘About nine.” But aloud he only said, ‘I'll get back if I can.’” And with a word to the others in the game, he left the room. 3elow stairs, he got his hat and coat from the check room; and the old man on duty there asked, with the familiarity of long acquaintance, ‘‘Coming back, Mr. Twyning?”’ Twyning shook his head. ‘‘Not tonight, Joe,” plied. ‘‘Got tied up with a dinner date. . .. night.” He spoke for a moment with an acquaintance, and a house boy opened the outer door for him. When he emerged, the early winter night had come, and he paused on the top step to button his overcoat more closely and to look about him. A few cars passed, and there were scat- tering pedestrians, muffled to the eyes. Satisfied with what he saw, Twyning turned back and spoke to the boy at the door. ‘“‘Go up and tell Mr. Cost I won't be back tonight,”’ he directed. The boy nodded and departed to do the errand. Twyn- ing watched him out of sight, then went quickly down the steps and crossed the sidewalk and got into Barry Cost’s he re- Good coupé. He knew what must be done there. Cost, in the course of business, was sometimes the bearer of valuable securi- ties. As a protective measure he kept a revolver in the car, and Twyning knew that it would be in the pocket on the left-hand door. He withdrew the weapon, and in a matter of seconds he had shifted it from its usual place to the pocket on the right. Instantly thereafter he stepped out of Cost’s car and into his own, just behind; and a mo- ment later he had started the engine, meshed the gears and was backing along the curb to get clear of the other machine. Before the boy at the door had returned to his post, Twyning drove away. He drove directly downtown till he came near a chain drug store on the edge of the business district. Taking care to leave his car at some distance, he approached this store and went in. It was apparent from his movements that he was familiar with the place, for he advanced directly to a counter on the right-hand side and near the door. In an effort to appeal to Christmas buyers, there was displayed on this counter an array of inexpensive

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objects calculated to attract a certain class of fem- inine shoppers. The clerk on duty here was a girl, and as Twyning approached she was attending another customer, a young woman with whom she appeared on equal and familiar terms. They were both chewing gum, and Twyning’s head cold was at this hour of the day more distressing than atany other time, and the irritating congestion be The customer seemed to be interested in perfumes, and the clerk behind the counter lifted a small atomizer and directed a spray from it into the other girl's face, and they laughed together. Twyning said impatiently, “‘I beg your pardon I’mina hurry, and I know just what I want. Can you serve me?” The clerk looked at him languidly. ‘‘ Have to wait your turn,” she retorted with slow insolence. Twyning uttered an irritated exclamation. On the counter before him there were arranged little piles of cheaply embroidered handkerchiefs. A legend on a card stated their price as sixty-three cents. He picked up one of them, under the suddenly suspicious eye of the clerk, and from a stand at the end of the counter he took at random a little vial of perfume. ‘*How much is this scent?”’ he demanded. “Price marked on the bottle,”’ she told him. He turned it in his fingers. A bit of parchment covered the glass stopper. He noticed that this parchment was torn, as though the bottle had been jammed in packing; but the price was marked upon it, in pencil, and he tossed a bill to the girl and said for your they talked together drawlingly. tween his eyes made him morose and angry. in a sardonic tone, “Keep the change courtesy.” She was entirely unmoved. ‘Merry Christmas! she retorted; and the words so exasperated him that he hesitated for a moment, seeking some rejoinder that would blast her where she stood. But none occurred to him and, in a futile rage, he jammed the handkerchief and the little scent bottle into the pocket of his overcoat and left the store. A moment later he came to where he had parked his car, and with an instinct to get clear of the neighborhood, he drove rapidly away. But after he had gone a few blocks, the clock on the dash warned him that it was not yet half after six o’clock, reminded him that he had two hours and a half of time upon his hands, and he was uncertain what to do. There was nothing to prevent his going anywhere he chose. No one—yet—had any right to watch or to ques- tion him. He was a bachelor, living in the house that had belonged to his father, in one of the better suburbs. He had his meals in town, and his only servant was a woman who came day by day to put the place in or- der. might now have gone home to wait empty So he house; in the THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Twyning Sat Rigid, His Thoughts Spurred Desperately On but his thoughts were distracting companions, and he did not wish to be alone with them. The lighted entrance of a moving-picture theater solved the immediate problem. He parked the car in the alley behind the theater and went inside, and the play of images before his eyes held him at least outwardly attentive. Only now and then his glance turned to the illuminated dial of a clock beside the screen. It was important that he should attend the time. At a little after eight o’clock he left the theater and began the movements he had planned so carefully. He drove out of the city in the direction of his home some half a dozen miles, until he came to where two reservoirs lay, with a reservation around them and a winding drive be- tween. When Twyning turned into this drive he saw ahead of him, as was usually the case, three or four automobiles parked along the waterside. The Twyning knew, seldom dis- turbed them hers police, “I Beg Your Pardon. I'm ina Hurry, and I Know Just What I Want. Can You Serve Me?’?"' He drew his own car to a halt at a point as remote as possible from these machine here wa ir m the spot than a hundred yards, and the etiquett thre a would render unlikely any encroachment upor i tion. He drew down the rear curtain of the coupé—this also was custom—and a moment later he had ed the gear shift and alighted and turned to walk away His movements now were swift and all concerted. He emerged from the reservation and walked for a bloc rtwo along the avenue which bordered it, till he came to a public garage where there was a taxi stand. The drivers were in side the garage to escape the cold, and Twyning entered and beckoned one of them. “Take me in town, will you?”’ he requests d named as his destination a hotel two blocks from the club The other opened the taxi door and Twyning ste pped past the driver to enter the car. He saw somet gestive of a quickened and amused attention in the mar eyes, but the impression was so faint that he had forgott it a moment later when they got under wa Twyning approached the club on foot at about t minutes before nine o’clock, but he did not ente Instead he lingered a little way off, obviously waiting. 1 f which he waited became apparent when pre Barr: Cost emerged from the door; for at sight of him Twyning advanced and met the other at the foot of the steps, and he said in a tone of disappointment O ¢ r t Barry?” “VYes,”’ Cost assented ~ yes t ne “T hurried back,”” Twyning explained Hoped I mig here before you left, at lea 1 rubbe ty ome bac *The game’s bre: smight appear. If they did t 1 me perhaps the frust nereiore, § mewha ul Continued on Page 58

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST April 50,1927 The Kourth flge of Agriculture 47 BY UNDERWOOD & UNDERW A Combination Reaper and Thresher at Work in Washington r HERE there is economic dis- tress, you may know there is change. If the distress is great the change is deep. It may be change for better or for worse. Which it is will be a sore question. But there is one infallible sign. Distress notwithstand- ing, if at the same time the production of actual wealth is increasing, par- ticularly if the cause which is commonly be- lieved to be working the distress is overproduc- tion, then you may be sure it is change for the better This is to be demon- strated. It will be proved as to agriculture by the experience of industry, by analogy and by fact. Beginning about 1875, industry came into very © By GARETT GARRETT in material things. Some economists got so far as to say there could be no such absurdity as too many useful and desirable things all tending to satisfy human wants; it was only that the production of things exceeded the demand at remunerative prices. That was merely to say in a high manner what everybody was saying—there was no profit. The distress of industry was from the absence of profit. It could be demonstrated, and was in ten thousand ways, that things sold for less than the cost of producing them. Nevertheless, production went on increasing at a prodigious rate. Why did peopl insist upon producing goods at a loss? If they had produced only the same quantity right along you might have said it was to employ their capacity, even though at a loss; but they enormously increased the capacity. Old plants were scrapped and new one built in a frenzy of haste to enlarge the output of things of which the overproduction was already so great that industry as a whole was unable to make a profit. Why did they do it? That was the second riddle. Nobody had the answer. A Change From High-Cost to Low-Cost Methods \V ELL, now it is all clear. Industry as a whole was not producing goods at a loss If that had been true its capital would have disappeared and production would have stopped. A profound change was taking place—a change from high-cost to low-cost methods. Old capital, representing obsolete method —that was perishing. New capital, founding the principles of modern industry, was be ing created in its place faster than capital had ever before been created. And for this reason the world was growing each day richer without know- ing it. What hindered under- standing for so long was the fact that for new phe- ; le a pice is nomena there was no VIsI- pantie acca ble new cause. Engines toe ——a : were not new Labor- -- ae 24 : net saving machinery was not Pe, ' . . new The ocean steam- git, ship, the railroad, the : telegraph—these were no ta new things. Only the in- ‘ abe : tensive use of them was nas Ge new, and from such us¢ : of them proceeded change artic which, beginning as change in degree, became change in a radical sense, effect in itself acting as the cause of an endless series Ol new events. "i BY EWING GA AYN Plowing, Disking and Seeding Wheat in One Operation in Southern New Jersey o hard times. There had been a disastrous panic in 1873, caused, as everyone knew, by a mad international speculation in things and futurities. But the recovery that might naturally have been expected did not occur. The depression continued, growing worse and worse, until the sound of distress was world-wide. It became the chief anxiety of governments, the enigma of political economy and a universal topic of prayer. Royal commissions, committees of the United States Congress and bodies of experts were appointed to investigate the evil of falling prices. Among the causes solemnly discovered were sun spots, tariffs, intemperance, trade-unionism, immigration and the value of money. There was plenty of time to imagine causes. Production in the Face of Overproduction \ JITH only now and then a false interruption, prices fell for more than twenty years, and the world thought itself sinking into misery, though fore in t! never be things of all kinds so plentiful e history of the human race had food been so abundant and In 1886 the director of the United States Bureau of Labor reported that in relative severity of experience the nations stood in this order: Great Britain first, the United States second, then Germany, France and Belgium. He made also this singular and important observation—that the maximum of economic disturbance had occurred in countries of high civilization; that was to say, countries in which the use of machinery, the wages of labor, the standards of living and the degree of education were all very high. The visible phenomenon always present was that of overproduction. There was the first riddle. Hard times, distress, the ruin of great bodies of venerable capital, while at the same time people obviously were multiplying their wealth 3 j ? hs ed PHOTO. FROM UNOER™ & UNDERWOOD A cidehill Tractor Which Makes Cultivation of Steep Land Possible

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST gman’s For two generations machines had been increasi Then with- power over materials in a remarkable manner warning the engine had been long in use before anybody re out increase was cataclysmic. The steam i Zed) that in its procreative function it could so multiply itself as in effect suddenly to add the power of a billion men to the the Nobody have imagined it until it had happened. And this increase of power was nearly all in six competitive countries. working population of earth. could £ Every process of manufacture was incredibly cheapened. The Bessemer steel process, whereby the output per man increased fourfold all at once, caused the price of steel to fall from eighty to fifteen dollars a ton. Yet the steel in- dustry was not ruined. It was made over new. The cheap- ness of steel enormously stimulated railroad building; it cost less per mile to build a railroad than it had cost a few years before to build a good wagon road. But there was no profit in railroads. The first one was no sooner built than another appeared with heavier rails on which to run bigger engines and larger cars in order to reduce the cost of transportation. Freight rates steadily fell. The first road had to go bankrupt. Having lost its capital, it was obliged to rebuild itself with new capital; in doing so it increased its capacity to a new degree in order to cheapen the cost much more. Then it was the other’s turn to go bankrupt and do likewise. Profit was to him who could halve the cost. it only until someone else had halved it again. Out of such turmoil modern industry emerged, with its ly to satisfy human wants. Its He kept amazing power progressiv¢ permanent capital is im- ponderable, in two ideas recovery | taker place, t not Some ’ yut much as might reasonably have been expected id from any rule of rhythm. The depression cor tinues. Distress is acute. It becomes a burning political issue. Committees of Congress and bod of experts are appointed, or int themselves, to find and examine the cau Why Why has the relative buying power of the farmer declined? There is the same bewilderment as to causes s agriculture in distress? Some say it is the tariff; some say it is a con- spiracy on the part of industry and organized labor together to exploit the farmer. There the same aspect of disaster in overproduction. More than 18,000,000 bales of in crop, where the normal want of the world had been for only 14,000,000 or 15,000,000 bales There is the same way of discussing what overproduction means. The economist may say there is not too much cotton; it is only that the production exceeds the demand at remunera- tive prices. But that the farmer com- plains of that prices are unremunerative. The distress of agriculture, he says, is owing to the simple fact that prices do not yield a profit. It can be demonstrated that commodities such as cotton, wheat and corn are sold at prices below the cost of production. Nevertheless, these commodities continue to be produced in surplus It is the surplus that keeps the is cotton one is all quantities. namely, first, that human wanting is insatiable, wherefore demand limited only by the rate Is at which you can cheapen its satisfactions; second, that change trophe you must run to And because thes« is a catas- meet two ideas are more wide ly | implanted here than any- where else, American industry is the most pros- perous in the world. As Industry OW as to agriculture, what are the » N gies’ There was the postwar panic in which the value of farm land declined one quarter or more and the exchange value yf agricultural commodi- analo- average declined one-third. ties 4 | Egyptian Staple Cotton in | fan Joaquin Vailey, Cali In Dry the Crop Draws on Jubsoil fornia feasons Moisture America na t on the world pr evel j te of the tari ] t were not fe the surplus, production were nogreater than the mest ie mand, then the tariff would become effectiy and the American price would be higher than the worid price by the amount of the taril Yet agriculture goes o1 producing that surplus producing it at a Why does io this Why, as notably in cot ton, do the tarmer i crease ‘ ity t thoug the product sells for les than the cost of producing it? Why was last year cottor roy ( Dy | The Combine is Reducing Costs of Wheat Grou ~,000,000 bales than an ing. A Tippecanoe County, Indiana, Farm pre oO er mn the } tory America ttor culture? These questions are the same in kind as tormented industry during a quarter of a century of depression and change What the director of the United States Bureau of Lab« listressed industry in 1886 now applies to distressed agriculture rhe ex ence most severe where the standards of living are highest. In the fe e Hy ho Rive Basin of China nine-tenths of the people live by agriculture. The wwe farn is four acres; the average family is 5.5 persons— less than thr iarter ! ar acre per person. Their exportable surplu of wheat ar ) t wi they trade for cigarettes, kerosene, sugar and cheap hardware lrade is | barter. There in that valley is no agricultural problem. The pe e have 1 way of knowing whether the relative exchange value of fa n or low. They have never heard of such an abstract thing as re e exchange value. They do not know whether the exchange they get from the traders wi come up the river to swap them out of their surplu fair The Swiftest Change at the Highest Level a agricultural problem is here, touching the richest farm populatior the world and taking it comparative nt nt f bien I acute —politically, at any rate n the richest agricultural stat “a [ lowa, with an automobile to every farn The meaning of this in agriculture is the same as the meaning was in industr Change begins on the high levels a ft ere ‘ on disturbances are of corresponding sé No more is it true now of agricult r \ ‘ t as a whole, in the 70's and 80’s of the past cent g ft A Modern Wheat Threshing and facking Machine in Action (Continued on Page 121

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14 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST VILLA BIEL T IS doubtful if Jeremy Dana would really have ying the water with his gone to sleep, there in hands clasped behind his head and his toes pointing upward at the roof of the ave, if only because the in- tense and unearthly color in to float ything but soporific. The Bay of Naples outside shame all sapphire, azure; but in the grotto un- which he seemed was a Was putting to such words as der the overarching cliff this little cupful of the Mediter- ranean took on an incred- He had only to move to start ripples of ible pale fire. dazzling electric blue, as if he lay in a magic bath of molten jewels. He won- dered if one could describe t in its, so to speak, native his Italian was none for certainly he, as an American, could find no words of his own tongue for the effect of aquamarines the living flame of y tne diom too fluent It was a narrow link of the chain of little caves, un- sung and not famous, as was its counterpart at Capri The sun- On the the very original He liked it better light did not enter. contrary, dea of light might have be- gun there, but the place held this ensorcelled radiance of tsown; thesunlightdid not enter, yet the water was not And one did not sink Perhaps in this vault of faérie the law of gravita- coid. tion was suspended. One simply lay extended, relaxed; a little, perhaps drowsy. Be- the idea clothed in natu- little yes, cause, certainly that a white arm might samite quite rally rise out of these depths April 50,1927 By Beatrix Demarest Lloyd FL ives TRATES - F. R. GRUGER gotagril- “We've alway fin or so, thank the ‘I never “You do-you-do,”’ the you, Said younger boy politely saw you before should say how othe pered gravely Dana made a_ gesture with his legs ‘One gets Irom those away iorms in a grotto,” hesaid. ‘ Because obviously one is doing very well, and exactly as one No need to ask.”’ “T hope you are pleases. staying in Sorrent, Said the nine year-old. It was not a cor tinuation of polite conver Satlor wish ‘Are you quite sure this Sorrento?”’ ‘I think last enchantment ‘Well, of mused Dana it is the cave ol the course, We LNnInk otoo That not the las here's 1 aeepe one there— bluer.’ The home possibly ol the mouse-colored donke y with wings?” “No,” said the younger, speaking suddenly ina pra ticaltone. ‘‘Hewas making it up.” “The donkey?” “No,” laugnter with a splutter of Vl **Donald.”’ rhis infraction of every- day was regrettable, but it had its uses. ‘“‘And what is your name?” “Jarvis Ad yours?” “Well, I haven't got one. Not in here. When outside the grotto I What’s I get have Begins with a J, I Only not think, like yours. so much so He moved an arm through blue flame. ‘*What is this stuff?”’ “Water,” said Jarvis promptly “Oh, I think it can't be fantasy of — bordered on the dreams. Because, ¢ ertainly, the words, “‘All the same, I wish it was a griffin!” spoken quite near by, did not seem to be the expression The voice was clear, if regretful, A faint echo of an unreasonable wish taking on a hollow sound in the cupped space. peate d “griffin,” “iM can't be in agreement. as if a griffin this time. It’s a little mouse- colored donkey with wings.” Dana was thoroughly awake now. He had a Jeremy great fondness for the little asini of Sorrento, with their long furry ears and their expressions of philosophic patience But wings— those legendary superlimbs of Pegasus— were they appropriate to the more meager proportions of the donkey? Besides, would he like them? “It strikes me,”’ he said aloud quietly, ‘‘that the ad- dition of wings, deserved though they undoubtedly are, might be considered an impertinence.”’ “There's somebody here,’ said the first voice ‘some- Hod) it talks English.” ‘Il don’t go by that.’’ This was the other. ‘It’s some- ly that ta sense.’ Dana's eyes opened wide Was it an apt description? But perhaps where one is utterly magicked, one’s nonsense ‘“*Have you got a griffin?’’ he asked composedly. ‘‘He could tell you about wings both voices or a voice **We're coming in,” said either and an echo. There was a vague scrape and a bump. Dana turned the water there producing a ten- thnousand-candit wer ellect in the paie biue luminosity, He Loosed His Clasp From the Nose of the Boat, Lifted His Hand in Salutation, and Suddenly Doubled Over, Disappearing Into the Depths With a Boiling Up of a Myriad Starry Bubbles in which he moved a languid arm or leg occasionally to keep his balance. A sliver of a boat, intended for a single passenger if for a double paddle, slipped through a low passageway in the soft rock, sending its lightning backward from its pencil- shaped prow. There were two small boys in the boxlike opening amidships of the long narrow deck, very brown of body and very gloriously red of hair. Dana almost caught his breath at the sight of them against that eerie blue. But he was well enough brought up to remember that one does not begin an acquaintance with remarks about color or previous condition of servi- tude. ‘If you have not got a griffin,” he said instead, “‘ per- haps I could be one. It might not be difficult. I can blow smoke through my nose—or was that only dragons?” Two pairs of gray eyes, ashine with that crystalline pellucidity of childhood, smiled straight into his. He guessed one of the boys to be no more than six or seven; the other about nine. They were very much alike at first glance; with a second and third, one saw vast differences. The younger was not quite so slenderly made, not quite so spiritual, not quite so dreamy. There was a more pur- poseful jut to his little jaw; a more humorous curve to his mouth; a much more mischievous elf behind his eyes. The needle of a boat slid across the cave apparently by ts own wish, and Dana caught its friendly nose lightly in one nana, water,’ protested Dana, frowning at it. “I drink water, I am sure, but it’s not at all like this.” A chime of laughter answered him. “It’s animal, vege- table and mineral, and not useful, but beautiful,’”’ said Donald, in the manner of twenty questions. “It is not useful,” affirmed Jarvis aggrievedly. ‘‘If you take it out of here in a pail it’s only salt water rest.”’ ““T see you have tried,’”’ said Dana. It was an important light on the difference between the two boys; for Donald there was beauty, for Jarvis there was the fault of inutility At this moment the voice of the outer world became audible. A strong musical cry, ‘‘Signorini! Signorini!”’ penetrated the windings of the chain of broke into shrill and rapid Italian: we are coming! We are all right. There is a gentleman bathing here. tion.” away, he explained courteously in his normal tone, * is Salvatore.” “Our marinaio,” said Donald. ‘ My permit us to go bathing without him.” “Well, for the sake of the trar quillity you prescribe for him, don’t you think perhaps you should go out where it is warmer, and where he car see that he has no cause for anxiety? You must say like all the Caves. Jarvis “Std tranquillo, We are holding a conversa As the confused echoes of this reassurance died ‘That mother does not **T see,” said Dana. ‘abracadabra’ or the cave will not let you go He loosed his clasp from the nose of the boat, lifted his hand in salutation, and suddenly doubled over, disappearing into the dept! with a bolling up Ol a myriad Starry Dubble ! t A A

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The boys sat motionless, silent, in the tiny cockpit which was so close a fit for even their slenderness, but they were quite certain this agreeable mucn an artist acquaintance was too to spoil his effect by a reappearance. He not to the surface till he was well outside. Nobody walt. would come better than It was very shortly over, and they sighed with knew they the approximate time to an appreciative content. Not a sign of the departing stranger vouchsafed them, save his now vanished trail of light Jarvis gave a little chu ** He : “The nicest man,”’ said Donald gravely. He picked up ‘Back out the kle and looked at hi s brother. > was nice, wasn’t he his paddle and dipped it in molten silver. way we came.” backward This was large enough to turn about in, and they sent the shell kipping under the low-spreading arch of the entrance out nto the major blue of the unshadowed water. Salvatore, tanned to an Ethiopian shade that contrasted sharply with his white-canvas cap and trousers was sketchily covered by a thin gauze shirt smiling welcome. Not too arduous were his duties in at- Very skillfully they withdrew, moving through the narrow corridor into another cave. his torso beamed a He sat at ease in his his bare feet crossed, his great hairy arms at rest tendance on his young signorini. rowboat, on his oars, a cigarette between his lips smoking lazily up into one eye. With a toss of the head and hand, he indicated that the gentleman had come up out of the sea close beside him and Neither Donald nor Jarvis turned to look. They were not the boys to spoil 1 splendid exit by a call before the curtain. They made a was making off toward the hotel float. good-natured race of it with Salvatore back to their own beach. The sheer hundred and fifty feet of cliff showed here a fragment of the ruins of ancient bath, from which ascended the zigzag path cut, with occasional flights of steps, back and forth across the shore, caught in an Roman THE SATURDAY EVENING POST face of the rock to the limits of the r terrain There was small wodden landing—a substantially constructed af fair--with stepladder stairs reaching down into the water rhe scarp, rising for the most part in massive perper lar planes as if shaped by a titanic chisel and mallet, had still an infinity of small detail; vegetation clung in nooks and crannies, and in a continuous line marked the rising angles of the path. There were bits of wall, unaccountable shal! OW arcnes in the solid stone, crumbling fragments of rooms with gaping small square windows. In these ruins were to be found pirates, Saracens, Sicilian bandits, Roman legionaries, Greek sorcerers, Numidian slaves, and what nota colorfu crew invisible to some pitiable pragmatists On the flat top of the world lay the garden anc and in an archway of its loggia, invariably at this time day, was framed the waiting figure of Mrs ing for the boys’ bright heads to appear in the over the rectangular edge of Italy. She Adair, watch- green tangle had never, even at first, worn the black of widow- hood, shrinking from effect upon the children. Today she was dressed in filmy chiffon, one gauzy layer upon another, one breath of color it nersell and fearing its depressar upon another, a miraculous frock that defied one to say which tint lay uppermost. It floated back from her lovely arms, and swirled in points about her corn-colored stock- ings and gilt slippers alienate the sons Adair. It was not a costume calculated to Her hair, almost as red as their own— perhaps two tones more like her slippers — was braided close and bound round and round her head. She had a fair skin that flushed and paled easily, and quite remarkably fine eyes any number of eyes, old Libbie, the boys’ nurse, think, who had seen her used to Her nose tipped up a little, as did her upper lip and chin, for all the world like an invitation to kiss her trick of independence, without the other. with green, blue and gray Her brows had a and one often went up or down + This always happened when she talked Jarvis. with At t t w Ww , tter m r Ad arsed he Phe are ng. I py t é ’ tor er wt she a me le rubbing w gre rT gy in the se P| tne got eg g tne e ol ‘ ‘ ry bare fee er the grave j tr r some breat it r ‘ ig news they were ng it t ‘ Margaret Adair laughe ! é out what the re ta y ‘The © seer 4 i i oice Yes, I hea ed M ‘ not such a noveity at her, but not of an age to see the w slender archway, her glowing dress suniignt The were ‘ rn ‘You i Nave ( me u ehe The lisappeare t ‘ we ‘ Libbie went off t the ry i Mrs her hlery smoky draperies ‘ man,’ Donald kept say ‘The nicest ain to Jarvis’ more impas ed ng ore her, making negligible wet m ma DIOW r é y I int thir a donke fin and disappears 1 Continued on Page 94 On This First Day They Gathered Seven Basketfuls of Crumbs of Information About One Another

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16 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST April 30, 1927 Ine IBILUE BLAIR Ol YAIKUTAT AKU gazed upon the vastness of the world about It was a white world, for the spring drifts lay deep on the mountain. A green world, too, for the forests of mighty spruce that clothed the slopes rose above that dead white blanket of snow. For the most part there was silence. The cry of a raven seemed startlingly loud by contrast. However, from far below, drifting faintly to Taku’s ears, there sounded a steady drone, a distant all- pervading chant—the roar of the surf as it pounded in futile passion on the barren beaches of Yakutat. Taku himself turned to look at the big black form that was sprawled upon the snow at the mouth of a yawning cavity beneath the trunk of a mighty windfall. This was s sleeping mother, who, only two days before, had broken crust of snow that had sealed the bear There was a stir of life and a small figure detached itself—Taku’s twin sister, Atak, her pelt of the same raven hue as her mother’s. " Taku growled deep im his tiny throat in mock warning, 5 ruck a pose suggestive of battle and rushed his sister. Atak met his advance with a sound cuff that knocked him sprawling. They clinched and rolled upon the snow, a tangle of threshing legs, then drew apart to spar tenta- tively. Atak rose upon her Hind feet and dared her brother him through the deep family snugly in winter quarters st to attack. Taku, likewise drawing himself erect, advanced upon her. They cuffed each other soundly before rolling inte another clinch. As usually happens among brothers and sisters, this playful tussle developed into a display of Atak bit her brother's tender ear and Taku, with a squall of retaliated by raking her jaw with un- then sank his sharp little teeth in her tak’s answering snarl of rage matched Taku’s own, and they fought with real purpose. Roused by these fighting squalls, the old bear opened her eyes and growled. The hostile demon- strations on the part of the twins ceased on the in- stant. The old bear rose to her feet and took afew steps on the hard- packed snow, stood motionless for a full minute, then took a few more aimless steps, only to turn and move back to the mouth of the den. As if the exertion had proved all too strenuous, she reclined once more on the snow and slept for ten hours without a break. Taku and Atak curled up close to her for warmth when they slept, nursed when hungry and spent the intervening periods in short excur- ms of exploration in the immediate vicinity of The old bear was unable to shake off temper rage, sheathed claws, flar bled ~~ ‘vie MO the aen. i. By al G. Evarts ILLUSTRATED BY CHARLES LIVINGSTON BULL at once the lethargy remaining from the long sleep of hibernation. But on each ensuing day she remained awake for longer periods and occasionally roamed aimlessly round the mountainside. Eventually she started off down the steep slopes. That droning chant grew ever louder in Taku’s ears as they descended. Sometimes it receded as the bear family dipped into some narrow valley, but always it increased in volume when the next rise had been crossed and the de- scent resumed. The old bear led her babes out at last into an open flat that was flanked on either hand by abrupt spruce-clad slopes. Snow still lay in the open, save for a bare expanse in the center. At the edge of the snow tiny green blades of grass thrust up through the brown mass of last year’s growth. The old bear nibbled a pint of these tender shoots, her example emulated by Taku and Atak, then retired to the drifts of the timbered slopes and slept. When next she repaired to the flat the bare expanse in its center was flooded. The tide had come in from the sea to submerge the flats at the head of this deep inlet. For several days Taku devoured increasing quantities of tender grass to supplement the diet furnished by his mother. The snow was rapidly disappearing in the open flats but still lay deep in the timber. The tips of willows and alder swelled with promise that they would soon be budding out, and the old bear nipped off the tender shoots of willow. Her appetite, so slight at first that she ate less than a pound of green grass a day, increased with amazing rapidity and she indulged in a ceaseless hunt for willow twigs and patches of tender grass, devouring bushels of these delicacies daily. Taku—whose appetite was to become a thing at which to marvel, his menu later to embrace a greater variety than that of any other creature of the wild—seemed to be but a grazing and browsing animal for the first three weeks of his existence in the open. Grass and tender twigs con- stituted his sole diet for a considerable period, and he found this fare to his liking. He soon learned that his own immediate family did not constitute all the life that prowled the forests, the beaches and the tide flats of Yakutat. There came an occasion when he strayed some forty yards from his mother’s side in his search for food. A strange scent assailed his nostrils—a scent very simi- lar to that of his mother, but which he knew was not — : Peer ear — hers. A great creature, resembling his mother, except that the pelt worn by the stranger was brown instead of black, lurched from the timber, followed by two smaller animals one brown, one black—of perhaps twice Taku’s size. Taku returned to his mother in swift panic. Then, em- boldened by her presence, he turned and growled his tiny defiance at these intruders. The old her muzzle and sampled the wind. The breeze informed her accurately that there was a she-bear of her kind, accompanied by two yearlings, immediately upwind. She peered nearsightedly in that direction, then resumed her feeding. Even if she recognized the brown bear as her own twin sister, born with her a dozen years before, and with whom she had romped and quarreled throughout the first two years of her existence, Taku’s mother had lost interest in her long since, and now the two bear families merely avoided too close contact as they fed on the tide flat The following day the old bear led Taku and his sister across a high mountain ridge and descended to a low point above the ocean. The swelling waves of the Pacific charged the shores in never-ending procession, to roar ominously and dissipate their forces in battering on the rocks. The bears descended to a narrow strip of gravel beach, crossed a rocky promontory and dropped into a broad tide flat. It was ebb tide and the receding water line left a variety of delicacies stranded on the flat. Small fish flopped there, and there were certain seaweeds that were edible, also thousands of shellfish. Taku and Atak scur ried about in search of food, but they were not to enjoy the feast alone. Hordes of birds followed the receding tide in search of these same titbits. Gulls whirled in screaming thousands. Scores of great bald eagles gathered there, and swarms of crows. These jolly black pirates resorted to unique methods to open such the efforts of their bills. Seizing one, a crow would mount to some high point and drop the prize upon the rocks, shat- tering the shell, then descend and devour it. Out in the shallow water, drifting with the tide, there were scaups, guillemots, harlequins and others, also great ricks of scoters that fed upon barnacles. It was in this flat that Taku made the acquaintance of another animal. A great brown beast lurched out into the open and swayed toward the black she-bear and her off- spring. This monster moved with a rolling gait, swag- geringly, as if to announce to all the world that he was the bear elevated own shellfish as resisted monarch of the wild. This was one of the great Alaskan brown bears, the largest animals in The subspe- inhabited this carnivorous the world. that cies ee RM The Saimon Run Increased, Fish Coming in Flashing Swarme to Run Upstream, Spawn and Die

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Yakutat region, near the southern extremity of the big brown bear’s range, did not attain to the size of those monsters of Kodiak and the Alaska Peninsula, but it was not unusual for them to reach a weight of a thousand pounds or more, even here. And the big brownie that moved toward Taku’s family was a giant of his kind, capa- ble of killing the black she-bear with a single sweep of his mighty paw. He was downwind, and the black she-bear, being thus handicapped, did not observe his leisurely approach until he had drawn within forty yards. Then, looking up from her fe..‘n,, she saw a huge dark shape where formerly the ad been only a flat expanse. For a space she peered nearsightedly, unable quite to determine whether or not this object was merely a great stump that had been carried in and left stranded by the tide. Then the thing moved and the old bear moved likewise, moved hurriedly and with a grunt of apprehension that caused Taku and his ster to follow close upon her heels. A rumbling growl came from the monster, but he made no move to pursue. The black bear, unable to identify accurately by sight, circled swiftly downwind to pick up the creature’s scent. One whiff was sufficient to inform her infallible nose that this was one of the big brown fellows that shared the Yakutat range with her own clan. These big browns were not particularly inelined to wage war on their smaller rela- tives, merely insisting that the latter give trail and keep out of their way when feeding, so Taku’s mother contented herself with moving a few hundred yards and resuming her meal. Later that same day Taku, ranging ahead of his mother in the timber, came face to face with still another creature. This waddling animal squatted in the trail before him and gave vent to a whining chatter. It was about Taku’s own size and did not appear to be dangerous. On the contrary, ts whining notes seemed uttered more by way of entreaty Taku advanced to investigate it. He was on the point of extending a tentative forepaw to cuff this ntruder, when his mother, coming upon him from behind, grunted in sudden apprehension and knocked him sprawl- han in threat ng with a sidewise sweep of her own forepaw, thus fore- stalling his purpose. Within the week, however, and after encountering a of these stupid creatures, Taku met one of them me little removed from mother’s He circled the beast, growling valiantly but for core when sé distance his watchtu! eye exercising considerable caution nevertheless, his r's warnings had seemed to indicate that porcupines had best be left small bears. He made ve rushes at the squatting creature, but always oO} ped short. It did not seem nearly so active or so for- midable an antagonist as his sister Atak. Surely it could inflict no greater damage. Working himself into a tiny rage and gaining in confidence from the creature’s evident disinclination to fight, unmolested by tentat Taku at last rushed in and gave cuff. The next instant he was bouncing about the timber squailing lustily with pain and the hedgehog one hearty rage. A dozen porcupine quills had become solidly embedded in the pad of his forepaw from the force of his own blow. At the instant of impact, too, the creature’s spine-equipped tail had flashed jerkily, planting a score of quills in his foreleg clear to the shoulder. The old bear, summoned by his outery, rushed to the spot, bristling with rage. She calmed, however, upon seeing the porcupine. thing had occurred with each of her many offspring in the past. She growled menacingly at the quillpig, licked tenta- tively at Taku’s uplifted paw and resumed her placid way. Taku squalled again as he set his foot down upon the This same He soon learned, however, to travel upon his three sound legs while keeping the injured member suspended. He made frequent halts to pluck at some protruding quill with his teeth, then hastened on with his three-legged gallop to overtake his family. Some of the quills he man- aged to extract, others were broken off and the points, as is the habit of porcupine quills, worked on into his flesh to fester and to irritate. During the next two days he an- swered Atak’s playful rushes and invitations to scuffle with ill-natured snarls of warning. He was in no physical hape or frame of mind to indulge in cuffing affrays. Soon Atak desisted in her efforts to lure Taku into playful brawls, for Atak, too, had acquired a severe dose of porcu- pine quills. Thereafter the two young bears refrained from molesting the inoffensive porcupines. Taku’s diet, still almost exclusively vegetarian, now to include a greater variety to supplement his fare The snow was disappearing in patches, and ir Snow came of grass d such places the old bear, her nose pressed close to the leaf mold, detected the tender asparaguslike shoots of the skunk cabbage before they were thrust above the surface. A single scooping movement of her forepaw was sufficient prize. Taku and Atak Mushrooms, too, were now sprouting to unearth such a soon became proficient at this art THE SATURDAY EVENING POST re The First Flakes of a Storm Fil: tered Down on the Hillis and the Two Cubs Fol: lowed Their Mother Into the Den and the three bears ate quantities of them. Out above the timber on the open moss-grown slopes the ground squirrels appeared in thousands as the snow disappeared. The old bear dug out nest after nest of these rodents and Taku soon learned to excavate on his own account, thus acquiring his first of red meat. Also, he devoured quantities of insects The forest floor was no longer a smooth expanse of white packed snow. It jungle that was almost impenetrable. taste had been transformed into a veritable Great windfall were piled about in wild confusion, and through it all grew dense underbrush and seas of the fiendish thorned devil's- club. The openings on the sidehills were clogged with dense thickets of alders that had now leafed out. Bear trails, well beaten from much travel, threaded this tangled maze. Taku and his family sometimes spent the heat of the day in the cool shaded depths of the forest. A pri meval silence reigned there, except for the occasional notes of the varying thrush in the underbrush or the fluted melody of some feathered songster high in the tree tops At other times they spent the day far up in the ice fields Great glaciers spread themselves across mountain tops and flowed imperceptibly through the gorges. Some were dead, their feet gradually receding. Others still lived and pressed on down to the sea, to break off in tremendous pieces, con- signing their age-old freight to the ocean. The dull rever- berating booms of falling ice resounded daily as the heat of summer descended upon the country. Taku loved the ice fields, enjoyed bedding upon the cool surface when the sun Also his chief delight, aside from eating, was to He and Atak uneven surface and to- Here on those was hot. play about the hummocks of the chased each other over the rough boganned down long steep slopes of ice fields of perpetual ice, where one might suppose thers giaciers was absolutely no food whatever, Taku and Atak found insects that had become chilled while migrating across the and had fallen to the surface of Up in these high meadows Taku met giaciers ne ice. many mountain goats, shaggy white creatures that were unbelievably sure footed among the cliffs Occasionally he heard the long-drawn how! of a wolf, but formed him was merely Continued on Page

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18 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST =PRO AND CO LTHOUGH I am not the first woman tennis player in America whose name has been stricken from the amateur roll, I probably am the first frankly to accept payment for playing the game. Mrs. Violet Sutton Doeg and Miss Florence Sutton preceded me by several years along the path of professionalism by teaching tennis and accepting fees. The offer to become a member of Mr. C. C. Pyle’s tennis troupe and tour the United States as an opponent of Suzanne Lenglen came to me the evening before the semi- final matches in the last National Women’s Champion- sat Forest Hills. It was not a definite offer of so many 1d dollars in exchange for my amateur standing; just a feeler to learn whether I would entertain the thought. I was surprised, for I had never considered the possibility of earning money at the game I had played for nearly twenty years. 1 was also worried, and said to Mr. Pyle’s emissary: ‘Oh, you shouldn’t have come to me while I am playing in this tournament. Why couldn’t you have waited two more days? I feel like a professional already.” I actually felt contaminated, and though I tried to put the thought of professionalism from my mind, I did not sleep that night. When I went on the courts the next afternoon for my semifinal match with Elizabeth Ryan, I had a fearful feeling that the spectators were pointing me out to one another and saying, “‘ There's Mary Browne; she’s considering turning professional. Isn't it shocking what some people will do for money?” But I did not have to sail under false colors long if the feeler from Mr. Pyle had sullied my amateurism for Miss Ryan defeated me, and for once I was really glad to lose an important match. ‘‘Now,”’ I said to myself, ‘they will not want me to play with Suzanne.” Unaccountably I was happy. But a few days later I received another visit from the representative of Mr. Pyle and soon discovered that he was making me a proposition. I was offered what seemed to me a huge sum to play forty exhibition matches on the professional tour. The newspapers later said I was to receive $30,000 and 5 per cent of As I look at my income>tax return, 1 can assure you that the newspapers exaggerated. L the gate receipts For the Sake of the Game H°?* EVER, I did not immediately say yes: and I didn’t say no. The opportunity to make a great deal of money quickly by pleasant work, if you could call it work, appealed to me, naturally. But, as I say, I had played amateur tennis—for twenty 1 was uncertain what the effect of accepting the Pyle offer would be on my own position, as well as on the name of tennis. I really had always been an amateur. I know that there is a widespread feeling that the better-known ten- nis players receive money for playing in tournaments. tennis years. Miss Browne in Action at Wimbledon By Mary IK. Browne In fact, the public—or a large majority of the public—feels that if the stars are not getting paid, in one way or another, they are not alert. It is permissible for an amateur to receive traveling ex- penses in tennis, but not in golf. But—and you can be- lieve it or not, for it doesn’t matter now—I was never paid for playing tennis, either directly or indirectly, in the twenty years of my career as an amateur. Frequently my expenses were paid by tennis associations or clubs, but not always by any means. And on the occasions when my ex- penses were paid, the sum allowed never covered the ex- penditures I had to make for the sake of playing tennis. My limited means have not been sufficient to permit me to play through a season of several months’ tournament competition without accepting transportation and hotel accommodations when they were offered. Many players, FROM WIDE WOR oT s Miss Helen Wilis, Former National Women’s Champion April 30,1927 of course, have been able to meet their own expenses, but not all of us are so fortunate. Still, I have paid my own expenses often, and in the twenty-odd years that I have played the game, it has cost me several times what Mr. Pyle paid me for the professional tour with Lenglen. I do not regret that I made the tour with Mademoiselle Lenglen. When the opportunity first came to me there were many things to consider. The money still Miss Browne and therefore obliged to take a hus- bandly view of opportunities. was one A Veteran of Veterans F YOU date my first title, in 1912 several years before tennis history from the year I won my and I had devoted myself to the game it appears that I have a res ord eignt ilden, who won his first years longer than William T. T national championship in rs longer than William M. Johnston, who reached the top of the ranking list in 1915 Why, I was a veteran, almost, ferred to Johnston as William instead of Li ill; and I played in the mixed doubles of the national tourna- ment with Tilden when the critics could see of promise in him if he could develop control and learn something of tactics.”’ 1920, and three ye American when the “streaks some time. Tilden and Johnston are considered vet- erans of the sport; and so, when the suggestion was made that I leave the amateur ranks, I felt that ten- nis could spare me and let me, without hard feeling, earn some money. The game has done much for me in the way of creating friendships, besides making it possible for me to travel about this fascinating coun- try of ours, and even abroad. I love sports. Next to playing tennis, I love to play golf; and with a tennis past, I hoped for a golf future. Now things are frightfully confused. Though I have the time and money to indulge myself in golf, I un- derstand I shall not be permitted to compete in the Women’s National Championship because I am a pro- fessional in tennis. Strangely enough, I am playing better tennis than I have ever played in my life, due to the constant prac- tice against Suzanne Lenglen and to the knowledge | have gained from competing against her. In all the years I have played the game, I realize now that I h: overlooked the simplest rudiments of tennis, are the foundation of Suzanne’s game. She is not, as nearly everyone supposes, at all. She is a product of intelligent coaching, tent practice and keen observation. Of a prodigy persis- course, she has unusual speed of foot and a rare tennis mind, but I have known many women players who had such qual- ities but never scaled the heights that Suzanne has In natural ability May Sutton Bundy was the equal

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 19 of Suzanne, but like the rest of us, she did not have the same quality of coaching and systematic training in technic Lenglen has a purpose in every move she makes. Her accuracy can hardly be improved on. Having the neces- sary control of her shots, she can play a crafty game which allows her to conserve her energy while fore Ing ner Oppo- nent to wear herself out Although she can, if she wishes, drive with as much power is gained at the sacrifice of accuracy, and her game is based on perfect control. Most players try to win on placements. Suzanne rarely tries a placement until she power as most men, she rarely does so, for, as she explains has maneuvered you out of position or forced a weak re- turn. But an examination of the point score of most of her matches, particularly important matches, shows that she usually relies on the simple process of keeping the ball in play until her opponent makes an error She can volley better than any woman I have seen, but she seldom goes to the net unless drawn there. Lenglen, in fact, has perfected every stroke. There is not, in my opin- ion, any woman who compares with her in any way, with the possible exception that Helen Wills strokes with greater severity. Ninety-nine players out of a hundred, including the men, drive as closely as possible to the top of the net, but Su- zanne invariably clears the net by a good foot. A hard- driven ball that clears the net by a scant inch is no more effective than Suzanne’s ball that clears it well. Itis the destination of the ball that is im portant, and the player who tries to skin the net on most of his returns will send a large portion of them into the net. Covering Ground “y THAT good is a brilliant thought behind the ball which ends in the net?” asks Suzanne. Obviously the answer is: “‘No good.” She loses points by netting, and in many of her hardest matches the point score will show not rarely more than half a dozen nets, compared with twenty or thirty for nearly any capable player you can mention. “Tf I clear the net it gives me one more opportunity to score the poir Le for my opponent may drive out of bounds or into the net, or give me a weak return that I can smash to end the rally.””, Soreasons Suzanne. “If I drive int the net I do not ever give her ar opportunit to make an error. So my main purpose in a match is always to clear the net.”’ Next to clearing the net, Suzanne’s basic strategy is to conserve her energy and at the same time to wear out her opponent In asense, every return she make is to the point farthest removed from the previous one, so that you cover the maximum distance. With many players, the execution of this strategy finds ex pression in drives first to the right-hand corner of the court, then tothe left, or backhand, corner. They keep an opponent running back and forth with the mo notonous regularity of a pendulum Mrs. Mallory, the present American champion, uses simple tactics—to drive to alternate corners of her opponent’s back court, either cross court or straight down the line, to get her opponent running back : forth so rapidly two in succession down one side ind hat she can suddenly shift and } If one particular stroke of her opponent is weaker than the others, Mrs Mallory bombards that weakness until she has caused her opponent to make errors with a regularity that insures victory for Molla. Miss Mary K. Browne, Madame Lengien, Dougtas Fairbanks, Mary Pickford and Mile. Suzanne Lengien After the International Tournament at the Racing Club of France in the Bois de Boulogne, Paris, In Ovai—Miss Browne Congratulating Mile. Lengien After the Finals if yu angies re ana forces t over a maximum of court nh up and dé is Well as Iron to side Phe Ip-and-ba ru g is the rn t exnausting, or one daoes not isua turn ones i to the oppo- ent it re eats ba W Suzanne can effectively carry on a cam- gr yt we ng adown Nhe yy De- ist ne in not or ee} the . it I the act oO ace the it ( to the proper portion of her opponent yurt to forces her to do the running She makes most players run rapidly and incessantly to reach her returns, whue she t to he waiting r their returns when the ball arrives. This is due to her having been drilled in what the gical return will be from her opponents racket, plus her own Keen Observation of the tendency of her opponent to make ce xed repl The Opponent's Game Under Control - NNIS critics are apt miss Suzanne's marvel- ous ability always to be in position, waiting, Dy Call- ng it uncanny ant at i marvelous speed foot It is more than that ] maintain that other players have those qualities. I may say, I hope with modesty, that I myself have possessed anticipation and a good deal of fleetness, but | was never drilled from childhood in what the logica un t e re tain da te plays Ww bye No playe the w xce] Norn I okes, ol Australia r is a i yn ¢ I oppone sgamea ‘ ( she make uu Dia nto he } ’ ~ ’ ) tior oO nd eve y uu ma ) to avo t She make ‘ I and t where st “ enc er px W eH an t 1 r yt r ( j the ex et tor NI ne t! et t \ McGraw can te t ) r 0 Dwase as t | NO-Dage Su al re r t ad ‘ y . * - ‘ ; . , ¢ ercommand. $ ig 1 £ Is mat ] S the 1W et ‘ é f ne rest i en 4 . . Continued on Page 65 =>

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20 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST April 30,1927 Bk LOVE LOT *®y S28" BELLMAN Not very,” replies Bannister. ‘‘I thought we’d take a stroll, get married, have lunch “Open your parachute, boy,” I suggests, ‘‘and come down to earth. You’re mussing up the clouds. I came here today to talk turkey to you.” “All right,” sighs Rufe, ‘‘gobble on.” “In the first place,”’ 1 begins, ‘‘I want you to YO! GH he greets me with a smile, , " I can see right off that things are not hitting so hot for Bannister. I've met that smile before; the sort that bats for worry and runs bases for the blues and makes a sorry mess of the chore. It’s ist ascowl putting on company manners. “‘How’s business, boy?” I asks, draping know why I got you to sink your money into Lawnview.” my slim igure oyer the corner of the office : “And in the second place,”’ growls Bannister, desk “Can't tell,” returns Rufe. “I haven't “you might tell me how to get it out.”’ “‘T’ll come to that,” I assures him. “The big idea of the land deal was to take your cash away from you, bury it and then set you to work digging f it up.” “Swing again,’ frowns Rufe. ‘‘ That j one was wild.” f ““As long,” I continues, “‘as you had all that money you retired from the ring with lying around in reach, you were just a mark for the sharp- shooters, and the Number One Baby on the sucker list of every bank-roll barber in New York.” bee ? “I’m not such a fool,”’ growls Ban- seen any lately.” ‘Well,” says I cheerfully, ““you know \ how it is—business stays bad for a long tf, time, and suddenly és 4, sg it gets worse,”’ finishes Bannister. f ‘What's the use?’’ he explodes. “‘I’m no salesman. I couldn’t sell votes to a gang politician.” ““ Been working hard?” I inquires. “I'll tell me I have,” barks Rufe. ‘‘Ten- ” tweive hours on a stretch for —— “What you need,” I interrupts, “is fewer and better hours. You could sweat even twenty-six hours a day,’’ I goes on, ‘“‘and still not be able to sell many liamond-stu > ce Doxes é ski ‘ . . " . } > co , diamond studde dice boxes to an Eskimo ‘‘How’s Business, Boy?’ I Asks, Draping My Slim Figure Over the Corner niste r rest ntfully. poor farm of the Office Desk ““Everybody,” says I, “is one of “Who'd try?” grunts Rufe. those things when he draws cards in ‘You're showing symptoms,” I goes on. ‘Answer me knocking down pork-and-beaners in the prize ring to another man’s game. In your line, boy, you were the + these—who’ve you been steering out to Lawnview to look knocking down lots in a spiffy subdivision. Now if I was _ slickest of ’em all; but when it comes to business, you're at the property? Friends of yours? People you used to _ selling sporting goods or ——”’ just a bucket toter and a towel swinger.” know?” . - rubber trees,” I interjects maliciously. “Then what,” demands Rufe, ‘‘is the sense of my being Sure,” answers Bannister. ‘‘ What do you expect me to “‘ Aw,”’ flushes Rufe, “‘don’t rub it in. Even if I did get in it?” do—kidnap strange come-ons out of the street and hold gypped in that deal, it doesn’t prove that I’d be a sucker “The sense,”’ I retorts, ‘‘is not so much in being in it as their heads under the sand until they Hancock on the for everything, does it?” in being out of the fight game. You'll learn. I wish,” I dotted line?”’ “T don’t know,” says I. “Everything hasn’t had a_ goes on, “my father had been coaxed into quitting the ring “It’s K. O.,” says I, “to take folks that you know out chance at you yet.” for a decent job. If he had, I might not have had to go there, but the trouble is the only folks you know are Eskimo “No,” returns Bannister; “and it looks like it never will. to work at thirteen, and Dave Marberry might have left paupers, and Lawnview is diamond-studded ice boxes as By the time Lawnview gets done shaking me down, I me something to remember him by besides the name far as they're concerned.” won't -"” of Glove.” “They've got dough,” argues Rufe “*As a matter of fact,’’ I interrupts, ‘‘you never sat any “It’s a pretty name,” says Bannister, reaching “So has your old mint,” I replies; “‘but you’ve got to prettier in your life than you’re sitting now.” “‘Maybe,” I comes back; “but it doesn’t remind me of have more than dough to get a kick out of Lawnview. ‘‘And nothing prettier,” says Rufe, ‘‘ever sat on my pretty things.” You've got to have taste and vision—and who do you. desk than is sitting there now. By the way, Glove, have “Would Mrs. Rufus A. Bannister,’’ asks the boy friend, know that can even spell the words?” you anything particular to do around noon tomorrow?” “remind you of prettier ones?”’ ‘Nobody,’ admits Bannister absently. “Why?” I asks. “Thanks.” I bows. “Could you give me an hour or so?” ‘I didn’t mean that,” splutters Rufe. “I wasn’t think- he goes on. Ere eae eee ee ing of you, Glove. I was thinking of myself—what a “I suppose so,”’ says I. ‘Anything | RS bust I am at business. You should have let me rot inthe important?” { } | + ring of } i i iad “Want to put on the gloves again?” I asks coldly. 14 | ‘ *‘T want you,” returns Bannister; ‘‘but I’m such a flat of a salesman I can’t even put that deal over.” ‘And yet,” says I softly, “I’m a good prospect Aces,”’ he agrees; ‘but I’m a punk prospector.” Stick to it, boy.”” ] encourages. ‘‘There’s gold in them ” har mountings. Tell me,” I continues, “‘haven’t you sold even one lot? .* ss + + “Not a foot,” glooms Rufe. ‘In fact the lots are one up on me. Three weeks ago there were seventy plots in Lawn- view. Yesterday, when I got the new blue print, there were geventy-one. They found that a piece next to the property really belonged on our side. That’s the kind of p-roaring real-estater I am. I start out with seventy plots and in less than a month I’ve got ‘em all sold except eventy-one How piece : I aSkKS Abou an acre,”’ returns Bannister, ‘and I get robably, is trouble This bird Allen, who owns the next tract, isn’t likely to stand for a slice being cut out of his pie without stirring yp a fuss.” He’s the type,”’ says I “Oh,” exclaims Rufe, ‘you know him?” He’s a neighbor of the boss,” I returns, ‘‘and I see him around the office occ asionaliy He looks like an egg that might do a iot of scrambling If your title’s cle ar, though what do you care All I know so far,’ says Bannister, “‘is what the blue print tells me. I suppose I should have asked some ques tions, but I haven't. I'm too disgusted with the whole thing. What did you let me get into this game for any W You wanted to be a business man, didn’t you?” I snaps ‘l wanted to be,” he comes back, “what you wanted me t De but it’s sure some hop, sk p and jump from I Finds Him in the Living Room Surrounded by Girls, With Ethel by His Side

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST “Tt would,”’ I smiles, ‘if, when and as you are Rufus A. spoken of as being a friend of mine At first I ildn't Proving w Bannister.” think what charming young man she meant 1 begar ] g *Ain’t I him now?”’ he frowns with the A’s, and when I got to the B's “3 are no help in selling Long “That sentence,” says I, “‘is the answer. There’s still! a “I’m sure lucky,” grunts the boy that Bannister \ ght,” s Ru of Rough-’Ekm-Rufe Bannister about you.” isn’t spelled with an X. You certair are in good wit} na swe “H’m!” scowls Rufe. ‘Guess I never will be good your boss,” he add eT igt lor you 7 It Sa iY Kn Viny w t treat en t tne ‘That's a foul,” says I quietly. “Most of them are overworked by their hired hand " ‘I know it,’’ he comes back, contrite. “I’m sorry, When I came to J. W. five years ago, he hustled long Glove. You’re helping me and I’m biting the hand that every day in the week. Now I’ve got him on a six ir to-the-gr the golden eggs. I’m so grouched up over the Lawn- four-day basis. Saturday, Sunday and Wedn« lay he get view ss for golf. If it wasn’t for me he’d have gone throug fe } ““Ungrouch yourself, lad,” I cuts in. “‘That piece of without breaking a hundred.” n golf irse land is the best buy on Long Island.” “‘A hundred banks. J. W. wa ‘It may be a Republican buy,” grunts Bannister, “‘but whats?” asks Rufe. a man a tl it’s a Democratic sell.”’ waiting in a sand tr ‘*Mason,”’ says I, “insists the tract is worth twice what ff the greer ju paid for it and, believe me, the boss knows his deli- You've given meé catessen when it comes to that section. He lives there.”’ ’” asks Rufe ‘In a way,” I returns. “I heard him talking about the lace, and right away I figured it was just the thing that ‘Was Lawnview his tip? was look ng ior you You weren't happy rking for that Kenyon Realty crowd, tite { ‘ ~~ mu ‘I never will be happy,” interrupts Ban- h New nister, ‘‘working for anybody.” SN " “That,” says I, “‘makes the prospect of y i_ It my marrying you brilliant.” Y { é ‘Aw,”’ protests Rufe, ‘I didn’t ys \ 4 ‘I don’t blame 4 u,”’ Lcontinues, “for wanting to hit out for uurself, but you had lo have some exper! ence, Sixmonthsdon't | make you a postgrad- 1ate in plot peddling, t t etween a second I tgage and a fift \\ | t frontage Now ( ‘ here i ure if Ww { t est und un away. It’s your there are profits to ( be made in seiling it | hey’re yours. What ‘ ‘ more do you want 4 ( Somebody to sell naps Bannister ‘Correct, says | ' and that brings us I'm a ur ) » the next step in the ix I aureer ol that rising - ‘ sung business man # M Kufus A. Bannister ! ¢ social step te Meaning?” he ir ( " quire \ “Me aning,”’ I ex plains, “you've got to meet and mix witl the right kind of peo- wi ple You can't sell rmine to vermin That job of tin ears you used to know could no more be interested in Lawnview than a deaf-mute Sioux could be in Swedish chamber It’s a classy 1] ““fold!"' Shouts Bannister, Writing the Word Across the Wedge on the Biue Print | and calls to ar it,” says Rufe; ‘but how do I hitch myself to “That,” I answers, “is the tip-off on what’s the matter I hats? Run an ad in the paper--‘ Ex-prize fighter with you. How do you expect to do business these i r ts to meet tony folks with detachable dough; object, especially on Long Island, without being able to gargle in| much attent é real-estate sales’?”’ golf Maybe,” I suggests, ‘“‘the boss’ll show you how t orm on Long | ‘“* Wonderful,” I remarks, “ how effective advertising has play. Got any knickers?’ é n the become. You get your answers now even before the ad's “No,” snaps Bannister; “‘and that isn’t r printed.” ‘““Merry murder!” | gasps A real-estate dealer o1 Meaning, *‘How’s that?”’’ puzzles Bannister Long Island without knickers!” n ) ‘I came over today,” I returns, ‘to tell you that the ““What,’’ demands Rufe, *‘ have my pants got to do wit I'm Masons want us to spend the holidays—Friday to Mon-_ the sale of home sites?”’ t t yw it lay—at their country home. You'll meet some nice “You haven't sold any home sites, have | t that Lawnvie é people - quires sweetly Ye} ays Banr ‘Did you ask ’em to invite me?” cuts in Rufe “You know I haven't,’ he growls irive in for a minute ‘No,’ I replies. ‘‘Mrs. Mason asked me to come and “And,” I pursue you've been wearing long pants a tt rung ng along that charming young man her husband had _ the time, haven't you?” Continued on Page 1

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22 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST April 50,1927 PEOPLE AGAINST VAIN TWlelel HE following advertisement ap- he New York Star peared in the and Express of Wednesday, March 1, 1910 Ane You THE MAN W wants a big salar vastly bigger prospects, a Iree and it his ideas? Natior le forming to mer 1 ! ition of undreamt possibilities \ es driving executive to organize and com- rvice New York market Youth, drive, nitiative 1d reputation above all. Have you these for sale? Full credentials copies, preferably —to Prominent Financier, Box A32, N. Y. S. & E. This advertisement was answered by George Van Teel, a clerk in the employ of Finck & Woodman, an insurance firm on William Street. George’s credentials were plentiful and good, and his letter of application had pulling power; George seems to have been quite capable, almost brilliant, but erratic. He could keep a job, but would not; when he threw up a job for a better one, he invariably got a good letter from his boss to add to his stack. And he could write a bang-up application for a job, having written them by the basket. He must have written one of his best this time, for the advertiser did not merely send for him, but called on him in his four-room flat on Audubon Avenue Washington Heights, a high-class residential section. George Van Teel, thirty-three years old, married, and with one child, was paying thirty-one dollars a month in this smart new apartment house, and was making a week with Finck & Woodman, and was still cast- ing around to improve himself. “You know, Martha,” he said to his wife that night in their bright little kitchen, “‘I told you when I went with Finck & Woodman that I wasn’t going to get into a rut tnere u did not,”’ ‘You said it was chance to get in with people who were the You did; you know you did.”’ She She was a doll-like ‘Oh, y she said positively. a wonderful biggest in their line uttered a laugh in which was vexation. blonde, hardly more than a girl, with large and widely opened blue eyes that made her seem more credulous than x happy-go-lucky years with George Van she was after George’s brown eyes were bright with good humor; if George was in any way irritating, it was because of his un- failing good humor. “All right,’’ he accepted, shooting a ean forefinger at her. “It was a wonderful chance, and w did | get By being always on the look-out, that’s how. Believe me, Martha, there’s nothing in being a worthy numskull and hanging onto one job all your life. That’s been tried.’ ‘I think I'm going to leave you,” she flared, resolving to Where w » to my mother’s.” | you go?”’ TILLUS TRATED Br By Thomas McMorrow SAUL ‘‘We'll both go,” he agreed, putting an arm about her. “You're tired of married life, are you? Well, so am I Let’s go live with your ma. By the way, Martha, I brought home that new dance record. Let’s go in and turn on the gramophone and give it a whirl.” She thrust him away. “T heard the front door. I’m out.” “And if it’s nobody,”’ supplemented George, going, ‘‘I’ll ask them to step in the parlor, eh?”’ He said to the stranger who stood on the doormat in the public hall, ‘‘Who wishes to see him, and about what?” He didn’t like the man’s full round voice and confident delivery, nor the fact that he had not been announced from the hall below. The man spoke like a publicist, like a big politician or university president, or house-to-house ped- dler of some trash that George didn’t want. “T am John R. Watkin,” said the stranger. buttoned into a long overcoat whose collar was turned up about his ears. ‘‘Mr. Van Teel answered an advertise- ment in the New York Star and Express.” “Come right in, Are you the If it’s anybody, tell them He was “*Oh, yes; yes,” said George affably. Mr. Watkin. Let me have your hat and coat. prominent financier who ran that insertion?” “‘T’ll keep it on, thanks,” said Mr. Watkin, hugging his coat about him. He sat down in the tight little parlor with his back to the electric table lamp, and looked at George with eyes that swam behind thick lenses. ‘‘ When can you go to work for us, Mr. Van Teel?” he said with a directness that had not been exceeded in George’s ex- “You have been thoroughly investigated, and have been decided on.” “I could take hold for you on three days’ notice, Mr. Watkin, if everything else is agreeable. Finck & Woodman know I’m looking.” ‘“‘T dare say you wish to know something about our busi- ness,’ said Mr. Watkin after a weighing pause. “I am obliged to ask you to give me your word to respect any confidence that I may repose in you. The circumstances, Mr. Van Teel, are special.” “I do that.” “You have been selected to organize and direct the New York City outlet for the United States Fireless Heat Corporation.” **Fireless heat, Mr perience, Watkin?” TEPPER ‘*You Don't Know Where Ramspercker is, Hey? ie ZI Don't Cut In on This, Do I?" **A chemical,” said Mr. Watkin, lowering his voice. “When incl container, tilled water, sealed to prevent iv } t f it will generate a steady heat and the intake oxygenizing hundred one five degrees Fahrenheit for a pe And a container of the chem- and seventy of eight months. ical costs not to exceed a dollar and thirty-seven Applied to house heating, imagine warm- ing a house at a cost of one dollar and thirty-seven cents is the cents. iat, however, retical.’ even if you mean it,” sell stock in it? per room per season. T “Quite a wonderful idea, George. ‘‘Or are you just going to Pardon me for the suggestion. The t told possibilities; doing away with furnace, piping, firing and all. It is only a matter of having the right chemical. May I ask who is backing this?”’ “No,” said Mr. Watkin. ‘‘We can have no publicity until our plans are matured, patents secured, building On the day that you go to said hing certainly has ur codes modified, and so forth. work for us fifty thousand dollars in cash will be deposited to the account of the New York corporation of which you will be treasurer and managing agent. Does that answer the thought behind your question?”’ Entirely. And the salary, Mr. Watkin?” ‘‘A permanent arrangement,”’ said the visitor, folding his hands into his sleeves, ‘‘must await better acquaint When we are pleased with each other we will talk Besides, you have not visioned this thing yet, I would suggest a “c ance. contract. and you don’t know what would be fair salary of one hundred and forty dollars a week, and leave a long-term contract in abeyance for the present.” ‘I'll agree to that,”’ said George, lowering his eyes. “‘On Friday, then, you will be ours. Unless you have another plan, I suggest that you take at once a small office located where you can make your preliminary surveys. Don’t let me rule you, though. You shall have complete responsibility. You shall organize your own office, hire your own space, plan and execute your somewhere centrally own campaign “‘But so many ends are in the air,”’ said George quickly, seeing his visitor rise. ‘“‘This New York corporation, for instance.” “It has been organized. At a meeting of the tomorrow you will be elected treasurer, and the necessary by-law passed to give you complete control. I mean com- plete control, Mr. Van Teel; the people behind this thing can’t be bothered with details.” ‘‘What’s the name of this corporation I am to manage ‘You'll learn that Friday morning. Pursuing our policy of pitiless privacy, the corporation bears only the name of board a stockholder.” “When and where shall I see you again?” persisted George, detaining him.

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“Mr. Van Teel,” said Mr. Watkin, handing the younger man a card, “‘it is the distinction of an executive to answer questions, not to ask them. Call that number on Friday and give me your office address and | shall arrange a con- Good eveni a ference sir When he was gone George ran to the kitchen. ‘Quick, Martha, look down there and see him come out. See him? see him? Oh, you missed him No,” said Martha. fear they would hear me Relying on this conversation with Mr. Watkin, Van Teel gave up his position with Finck & Woodman of Did you hear our talk? “*l was in the back bedroom for George William Street. He hired a small office in a taxpayer on Columbus Circle, putting up twenty dollars of his own money as the first month’s rent, and got a desk and two irs on time, pledging his own credit. When he was ready to begin working for one hundred and forty dollars a week, he called Mr. Watkin on the telephone. That gentle- but deepening doubts in a Cha man relieved George’s vague very signal manner. ‘“*]’m sending you up a check for fifty thousand dollars,” “It is made by Otho L. Ramspercker, who is one of our group. It is made to the order of Otho L. Rams- percker, Inc. That is a corporation—the corporation that is to act as New York agent for F. H.” “F.H Then he remembered that he had to do with fireless heat. ‘Oh, yes; exactly, Mr. Watkin.”’ ‘Il am also sending you a copy of the certificate of in- he said. * queried George corporation under the business-corporations law, and a copy of the by-laws establishing your right as treasurer to represent the company. You may need these with the bank. Deposit the check to the account of the corporation in the Motor Center Bank.” ‘You mean this bank here on Fifty-ninth Street | worked there at one time, Mr. Watkin.” since they spoke very highly Why, \ fortunate coincidence, of you in that letter you showed us. However, you are not » disclose anything of our business at this time. Go there, tell them that you wish to open an account in the name of Otho | und await instructions Ramspercker, Inc., indorse the check as treasurer, We are bringing many strings to- yether and making many combinations, and you must be patient Within half an with a crisp check for fifty thousand dollars, hour a telegraph messenger arrived and with a THE SATURDAY EVENING POST collateral authorization to George to do with the eck as he saw fit. He was the subject of comments that were facetious but admiring from his old associates, big check and filed the papers that went with it. He was dutifully noncommittal, and the bank was not painfu when he deposited the curious. Of the guarded little that he said, though, one re- mark returned to plague him He said, smiling cheerfully check goes through! On the following Monday afternoon Mr. Watkin tel phoned to him, saying, “ Did y« Good enough. You have saved that much cas! he con u put that check throug! pany, or will have done so shortly “*How’s that, Mr. Watkin?” “‘T have learned, Van Teel, that the fifty thousand d lars that our friend Ramspercker let us have js borrowed money. He borrowed it of one Hyman Mertz, and this Mertz, through some misunderstanding or disagreement, has just taken judgment against him. I really believe that it’s a mere misunderstanding caused by an officious lawyer, and that everything will be adjusted when our man returns to the city. Meanwhile, howe seized that money if you had let it lie in the Sandy Hill Bank. Lucky you put the check right through. But my thought now, Van Teel, is that this Hyman Mertz may seek to pursue that money into the Motor Center Bank Misled by the name of the corporation, you | Asa matter of fact, Ramspercker has nothing to do with this particular corporation, and we did not know of the judg ment when we took his check.” Mr. Watkin was silent for a moment, and George made thoughtful, rumbling noises. Then Mr. Watkin said, “I tell you what you had better do, Van Teel, so as to avoid ver, the lawyer would have 1 KNOW any interference with our plans. You had better that money out in cash. You have just time now to get the bank deposit in the form of large bills.” Jump over there and draw out the whole ‘You want me to draw out fifty tl money?”’ said George ‘That's a big responsibility “Is it too big, Van Teel?” “Oh, not at all, sir. I'll do it, sir. And what shall I do with the cash?” *1'll meet you at your office in twenty minutes, and we'll take up the question of the money in order. Good-by Van Teel.” George Van Teel Was Taken Into Custody Within an Hour, and Was Arraigned Before Magistrate McGirr Georg ? k ¢ } cne Number ( e t dollars, stamped it ¢ nbe« imy} M4 ¢ up of for it Aft t eing asked at tne t e Ww: ] ‘ t the at He had st eal ip t I with t g \ lee! He saw Mr. W halted be r Let me have M yy the treasure | j at four « wk. Very g Mr Wath nd é ) and was lost. G« rge re payer and waited I M Wat aid t During icces G get in touch with M W George had been given w i and reireshment ‘ t e . HE date of the visit of Mr. Wat Van lee! has been estab ned tw On March seventeenth next ther ( ‘ Kennis, a reputable attorney t New Yor visited the Sandy H Bar thie st t t t t that ! et h {our Y Surrog ea l | rr int te of Otho L. Ramspe " ‘ Is he dead ex r happer H bod “ oO t na t Lake a N Rive we Oh. no. | ! ( ema ‘ nad na ] t j i 1a i ne W | ed i

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War trans- formed the night ward quantity pro- auction of air- American surface ships after the United States en- tered the conflict. The assembly shed put up at Friedrichshafen in August proved too small for the larger ships which were being designed, so a larger shed was built. Laborato- ries, wind tunnels, engine-testing chambers and shops grew up nearby. The Zeppelin harbor at Potsdam became a con- struction plant, and during 1915 the two centers were to produce twenty-six airships for the army and navy. Early we were transferred from the Sachsen to one of in January the new ships—the Z-12. She was a modern raider, built for war, though much smaller even than the present Los Angeles. She was nearly 160 feet shorter and possessed only half the girth, there- fore had much smaller lifting powers. Her capacity load of twelve tons was slight compared to the fifty tons of the Los Angeles. This indicates the progress made within a few And we now look upon the Los Angeles as only a small, experimental type. Another point we did not like about the Z-12 was her speed, which, though the fastest then made by an airship, was only fifty-six miles an hour. We knew that it was not enough to overcome adverse weather conditions in operations against a defended area. Still, the Z-12 represented a marked advance over the peacetime types. Instead of open control cars, there were closed cabins not unlike those on present military craft. She was the first, after the unlucky peacetime experiment with the L-2, to have a corridor partly inside the hull, and was the forerunner of others which were to have the corridor completely inside. years Discarded Ideas MONG the scores of im- provements many had by Gem- mingen and myself. The engineers and others back he plant had displayed much respect for our rec- ommendations, for several suggested peen at + att reasons They knew that techni- cal progress must depend on the observations made under actual war condi- tions, and also that I, as an experienced engineer, suld be depended upon to avoid crack-brained and mpractical suggestions. When I first joined the ‘ganization in 1913 my ex- perience as a shipbuilder had enabled me to discover many faults immediately, and like any other novice, I had rushed forth with one plan after another. For in- me t not streamline stance , why L:-43, Painted Black Below the ships—as they are today—and why not arrange the propelling machinery differently? After many long explanations from my tolerant col- leagues, it dawned on me that what I had suggested was merely the obvious, that anybody could see the need for improvement, and that these improvements were not made at that time for excellent reasons. They were then imprac- tical. The cylindrical pencil-form hull with shaft-driven propellers high up on the sides made an awkward craft, but nevertheless one which could be landed and handled on the ground comparatively easily. With existing engines it was not then advisable to build hulls for more speed, the only advantage to be gained by streamlining. That was more costly, too, for under the methods then prevailing hulls could be built quickly and in greater numbers, the ring frames, except those at each end, being identical in size and therefore quickly duplicated. The geared propellers were placed high up to avoid being damaged in a forced landing, and forced landings in those days were not uncommon. Thus my questions were an- swered, until I had learned to investigate thoroughly just what had been done by the others in the planning rooms before advancing my own ideas. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Willy ZIGIP PE ILIIN IX months of — moe er A i a to Help Conceal it From Enemy Searchlights April 30,1927 By ERNST A. LEHMANN AIND HOWARD MINGOS Il have dwelt on that s ect at ler because sim conditions exist in America today. Since the P Wa innumerabie schemes for mak- ing foolproof and perfect’ airships nav ¢ bee n aunched some are lanciluil in the extreme Others show all the super ] a Nclai signs ol log- cal reasoning But there have been many failures rigid construc- tion simply be- cause the builders, thoroug! understanding of the theoretical princi- fundamental ples and proper appreciation of the great variety of practical considerations involved, introduced new improve- ments which had been thought of and discarded without their knowledge. Consideration Without Hero Worship \ 71TH our actual war experience I could combine prac- tical engineering, Gemmingen felt justified in indorsing my reports to the high command and the factory As a result, I had the pleasure of seeing a number of my contributions materialize in the twenty-six Zeppelins pro- duced during 1915 and used by the army and navy SO on a variety of missions Meanwhile, military circles, and, so it appeared, every- body else in Germany, had been thinking about air raids on London and Paris. Confidence in the Zeppelins had been so firmly established in the public mind by the com mercial flights before the war that they were accepted as practical. Their accomplishments during the early months were not looked upon as unusual. More spectacular per formances were expected. Though the airship crews were treated with the greatest consideration, they were not, nor did they ever become, objects of hero worship as did the airplane pilots such as Boelke, Immelmann, Rich- Count Zeppelin Testing Airship Propellers Before He Built His First Ship thofen and others, who later on repeatedly attained new records in bringing down enemy planes. Raids London were being considered by thehigh command. Finally, early in1915, the plans were formulated, the result of long conferences between the army and navy chiefs and with the Kaiser. Interference with the manufacture and procure- ment of supplies and muni- tions was the main reason for the raids. There were other reasons, of course Next in importance the object of inflicting dam- age on points of military value. These objectives lay scattered throughout England — docks, arsenals, munitions factories, ware- houses, railway yards and, not least importance, the Bank of England. The Bank of England was one of the principal targets all the raids on Londor If it could be de- str on Was in oyed England’s entire

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 25 monetary system might be thrown into confusion, and that would be one way of paralyzing the auxiliary industries in a war of this magnitude The third object was to compel Eng \\ g land to maintain large forces at r ‘ \ home, to be concerned about defend- ibte - ing London and other centers and y ‘ thus divert from the battlefields no ning ' ‘ th. withas small part of her military strength “ " r The fourth object of the raids was g tne i to bolster up the spirit and morale of t r ‘ the Zeppelin crews assigned to scout- \ . ~~ ’ : ing and patrol duty with the navy D Theirs was a monotonous and thank- Wi Gemr it’s less task. They were exposed to all t g we the dangers, yet had no real thrills of the sort that fighting or raiding provides. Admiral Scheer, com- mander of the fleet, recognized the need for giving the naval Zeppelins something else to do occasionally, and he advocated the raids because every member of the crews wanted to make raids. j P i " } The fifth object of the raids was to to see the target. Under t reun weaken the enemy morale. In this Lehmann’'s Observation Car on the Z:12, in Which, Over Calais, Gemmingen tance we ‘ | they failed. If anything, the British, Was Lowered One:Half Mile Below the Ship and outer milita targets for our in fact, the Allied morale was con- objectives and forget the inner city siderably strengthened by the Zeppelin raids. Bu ot P other purposes were accomplished more or less successfully. tion from all sides. rom the surface t was one of the early mysteries of the “Then why wasn’t the plan carried?” I hear the ques I just mentioned our little device to avoid detection The proposition finally progressed to such a point that I never talked with anyone who, realizing what the re war, and so far as I know has never been explained fully it was subjected to expert opinion. Earlier in the war the sults would be, desired to take a personal part in such a : high command had received a suggestion from a staff raid. The fact that some people were expecting it may be The Eyes of the Zeppelins officer that whole fleets of Zeppelins be sent over London attributed to war hysteria at once, not to scatter their effectiveness by single attacks, During that first winter of the war, whenever we had a firme GH we had been receiving better bombs, we still but to strike in a group—one overwhelming group that conference on bombing, the outstanding impression was faced the problem of using them efficiently. Our huge should penetrate and frustrate all defenses, no matter how’ that the Kaiser was responsible for the instructions to airships were large-size targets. The A were not slow ir strong they might be. bring our bombs back home if we were not sure of hit- improving their defense. Enemy airplanes were becoming ting objects of military importance. Gemmingen and I faster, more reliable, and capable of reaching heights near Danger Zones in London studied carefully the first orders for the London raids, to our limit. The searchlights were stronger. They were which were not issued to the army airships until the middle making the heavens a ght as day whenever the alarn HE airships were available. The Zeppelin plant at of March, 1915. was sounded for an airraid. The anti-aircraft guns were Friedrichshafen would be able in the near future to We were to attack the inner city of London, all becoming more effective as the gunners learned more about turn out a new ship every six weeks, and the navy already docks, railway stations, and so on, but by no means were firing at their targets. In fact, we coul vunt on running had five craft operating with the fleet and patroling the’ we to risk hitting the residence of England’s King, West- into a hornets’ nest whenever we crossed our own lines German seas. minster or St. Paul’s. As we talked about this I drew out Gemmingen and I had set out to develop a means of over- Each lot of ships was larger in size, more efficient in my map of London, on which I had made circles in red ink coming all these defensive weapons. We succeeded ir lifting capacity and possessed greater cruising range. A around those buildings, similar to the so-called danger way plan for razing London was worked out in unofficial quar- circles employed by the captains of surface vessels to help Our idea was to produce a small observation car which ters, yet without any official authority for it. There was them avoid rocks and shoals. might be lowered half a mile or more below none to sponsor it. it The idea was coul to equip twenty [ , 3 : ; Zeppelins and t ain their crews to operate as part of a fleet. ship would carry about 300 incen- diary bombs. They would strike London § simulta- neously at night. Thus 6000 bombs would be dropped on the city at once. When asked for my technical opin- ion I agreed that it was feasible. Assuming that only a fifth of the bombs took effect or caused fires, that would give London more than 1000 fires to com- bat at the same time. We agreed that no organiza- tion on earth could successfully fight such a conflagra- tion. We counted on having a third of the Zeppelins shot down, also in flames, but not until after they had dropped their ee bombs somewhere nee - ae a —— Continued on on the city. The Los Angeles Passing Over Basel, Switzerland, on its Delivery Flight to America Page 46 Ne tne

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‘*Tom McNair Here?" P “No. What's Tom j Been Doing?"’ 1x remembered much of that journey East. One day she was leaving Tom behind forever, and some time after that, ages and ages, they were at There were all the familiar incidents of such meeting them in town and taking them Hawkins touching his cap. “‘Glad to home again returns— tne car to the see you back, sir.” out country, Hawkins.” Hawkins’ hair newly cut, since Mrs. Dowling, having to at the back of his neck, was particular about “Very glad to be back, look mostly 3s; Hawkins tucking in the rug. “ Directly home, ‘Yes.’ Moving along, the streets smooth, the engine gayly purring. Leaning back against soft upholstery, drop- ping Herbert at his apartment, Nora stiff and silent out in front beside Hawkins and discouraging conver- ation. It was not good form to have conversation the front The country and the club, set in ts green links; still green, not burned and parched > 3 seat Big estates; gates of iron and smooth drives, and beyond them the houses, luxurious houses irrounded by trees and flowers. Turning in at their with its tidy lodge, and James at the door ike the plains. own gate, and Rutherford in the doorway, very elegant, very nglish ““Weicome home, sir. Welcome home, madam.” Inside the house now. The mingled odors of soap, and fresh flowers, The parlor maid in the background, a study in black and white furniture polish ‘Well, Hannah, is everything all right?”’ ‘Very nice, madam, thank you.” Nora nervously counting the bags once more, and James and Hawkins carrying them up. ‘Will you have tea now, madam, or later?” Now, I think, Rutherford.” Carrying accumulated mail and cards from the hall nto the drawing-room, with its tapestries and paint- ngs, its old Italian chairs, and through it to the i tile Yo use going up yet, until Nora gets the dressing floored morning room beyond. " ises unpacked. Mercy, | feel untidy! lea, scalding hot, and her father’s table laid out and soda. Marshall Merediths are having a garden Their dahlias ought to be James passing little cakes with cream inside, her fa te ikes, and Rutherford gravely watching. James really was funny in his livery, with the buttons g tails. Did he sit on them ever? And must look at how they n t ratch the chairs! She people want to give dinner parties lett is having a dance at the , mother.” Only don’t think id settled down in his deep chair, He He never entered either Anvthing. « rvth ‘ nything very ing. ir, Dowling he tray with decanter and siphon at his elbow } oO be atl ome again. f his houses without a deep sense of satisfaction After ail, although his father had left him a great deal, he had t been content to live without effort He had added to what he inherited. And this house SATURDAY EVENING POST April 30,1927 (o~ rTLeLLeV was his—-his and Katherine’s. It rep- resented their common tastes; together they had traveled and collected. He could look around and remember where and how each piece was secured; the old glass decanter beside him, for instance. Katherine was going upstairs. She gathered up her gloves, her. bag and the litter of cards, notes and invitations from her lap and rose. ‘Glad to be back, aren’t you?”’ Henry asked. She hesitated, glanced at Kay. The sense of home and of security, for her and hers, was He had been a good husband, had Henry; safe and sound. Not a figure of romance, certainly, like that cowboy of the ranch, but he had never given her any trouble. She moved suddenly strong in her. toward him, shyly, like a girl. “Yes,” she said, and would have stooped down and kissed him. But he reached for the siphon at that mo- ment, and she turned and went out of the room. After a minute or two Kay followed her and went into her bedroom, It ever since she could remember, and the day nursery was Now, however, the day nursery was her had been her bedroom in the summer just hey ynd iG. TY ECSTASY By Mary Roberts Rinehart STRATE DOD BY w. H. D. K OERNER boudoir, a gay little room with a small balcony. There used to be an extra rail on the balcony, because mademoiselle and fall and Nora was was afraid she would climb the railing Now Nora and a housemaid were there, in a sad way. “‘They’ve brcke your mirror, Miss Kay,” she wailed. “I told them not to put under anything.” “Don’t mind about put in.” “But it’s seven years’ bad luck!” But what did it matter? ahead seven dreary, empty years? hat dressing case that. We can have a new glass Seven years! Who could think They spread out before her, those years, filled with The telephone ringing and some “Hello, Kay! What’s on for unimportant things. young voice at the other end: today?” ‘Nothing much. I thought I'd ride this afternoon.” “How about some tennis? I'll get some extras in to tea.” “All right, count me in.” Summer parties, centering around the club; winter parties, around the debutantes. Fluffy litth girls, looking wide-eyed and more innocent than they were, centering standing before banks of flowers beside mothers elaborately coifed and gowned. ‘Did Anyone Quer There Refer to

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“Well, well, Anne! And so you're out at last!’’ And Anne restraining an inclination to drop a curtsy, and offering instead a limp and nervous hand. She opened the door, and stepping out onto her baleony with its striped chairs and flower boxes, she faced the setting sun. Somewhere out there the sun would be setting soon too. It would go down behind the mountains, leaving them first rose, then blue and then gray—like her life from now on. But later on, hope began to revive in her The dignified, almost ritualistic life of the household went on. In the morning her father’s car came to the door, and he got in heavily and drove into the city. He kept almost as long hours as his clerks, but at four o’clock he went to his club, and there played bridge until 6:30. Promptly at seven each day he came home, had a whisky and soda, and then went upstairs to dress for dinner. And at five minutes to eight he came heavily down the wide staircase, dinner suit, onyx studs and black tie carefully d, and took the cocktai! which James proffered him on an antique silver tray. Both tray and cocktail were, so to Spe ak, hall-marked } Sometimes they dined out. Then the only variation would be long tails instead of short, and pearl studs and white tie. And he would descend a few minutes earlier, and the car would be at the door. Or there was a dinner party. There would be a tray of tiny envelopes on the hall table, ind after each gentleman had taken off his overcoat top hat, he would take his envelope and look to see whom he was taking in And occasionally the information uently it did not cheered him, but quite fre« Sometimes someone fell out at the last moment and Herbert filled in. Then he and Kay, as the only two young eople, would be put together. They would make up talk “When are you going to open the town house?”’ ““Not while the weather is so good i } , , You are looking very lovely tonight THE SATURDAY EVENING POST He Said, With Deadly Catmness Thanks It’s a new fr b \ ‘ r t } I didn't mean the frock But that was as far as it went. She had a ve nite rect thing y ig ie idea tnat Herbert wa marking time that mu i I'n f j On worked out his days t a scnedule ne Wa I NV pat y \ v 4 tae, allotting time for her recovery. She ever red a hee \ e} would do it. Two months to forget Tom MeNa " Y i months for a restoration of | 1 relatior p and tw It v ] Ye months to courtship! That would take the three, four. five. six to the first Apr , ties’ , “What on earth are you counting or oe , , “Il always count on my finger rhat A the must i N for, isn’t it?” Luciu 1 re ted, had plays “They are for other things t ” he said dar ind = robustly a e had done everyt glanced at her left hand. Maybe she had been wrong about else. And she remember the six months! where a party I gr But she was marking time also. During those ear : 1 nig of f } alter her return she gained a little perspective on the tua mpaniments, had tion, or thought she did thu ew r mr g I'om had been deliberate sent awa ndt . } ¢ R a 4 hear from him as soon as he could writ He ild not A lid t ! ignore that last night together e would not want t ad forgotten he did not “ i most Growr ignore it she wa ngular leta it ed vf | He loved her, and he knew she loved him; not g but id é lest ed t ar that mattered. Later on they could plan. Now Katherine’s right to dictate it. Now wanted was to nurse the thought of his love and p it rhey still had, alt ig ew fag tain arbitrar warm, to lie awake in the darkness and 1 ptu the power er her wi t : 1 : ecstasy of that moment when he had held her i rn the power of affection, the é mar e pows his strong arms — his brave, reckless arms ng habitu t t She lived in a secret world of her own and | ed out And against them, what Aunt Be m ir it at the environment she had never questioned Sne tl ight Bessie might u erstand, nm Leven Ke be Were they rea satis 1 t ( w hie the tir I ~ ert r ia came and went, rustling in to tea and dinner, stepping t mehow, the time would me of their handsome motors, well dressed, well fed—t we And then Be lid n " { its fed—well manneret She wandered maid wa itside wit er bag ‘I declare the Tra nas made f that her! ise Was t t t was sta Continued on Page 74

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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 Five Cents the Copy From All Newsdealers. By Subscription: To the United States and Possessions, Argentina, Bolivia, Brazil, Chile, Colombia Costa Rica, Cuba, Dominican Republic, Ecuador, Guatemala, Haiti, Isle of Pines, Labrador, Mexico, Newfoundland, Nicaragua, Panama, Paraguay Peru, Republic of Honduras, Salvador, Spain and Uruguay, $2.00 the Year (82 issues). Kemit by U. S. Money Order, Express Money Order, Check or by Draft, payable in U. S. Funds To Canada—By Subscription, $2.00 the Year (52 issues). Single Copies Five Cents—Canadian or U.S. Funds lo Foreign Countries, exclusive of those mentioned, by subscription, post paid. $6.00 the Year (52 issues). Remittances by Postal or Express Money Order or by Draft on a bank in the U. S., payable in U. S. Funds PHILADELPHIA, APRIL SO, 1927 American Imperialism 1... solution of our problems, national and interna- tional, is not so simple as many earnest souls imagine Perhaps the easiest job in the world is that of standing on the sidelines and criticizing those who have to meet those problems and adjust theory to reality. Yet when their own special interests are affected adversely these same theo- rists yecome our greatest realists. No one will fight harder for the lion’s share than a communist. First Russia, then Mexico and now China have pre- sented questions to us that call for an immediate answer and a future policy. In each of these countries there has been and still is midnight ignorance, intolerable oppression and exploitation of the mass of the people, some inde- fensible acts by aliens, and many more against them. Each of these countries has exchanged one tyranny for another, one set of exploiters for enother, and in the name of justice has denied JUSLICE What, then, shali be o- r attitude toward these countries? Our pinks and pacifists answer, let them alone— resent nothing, do nothing. If they confiscate the property of If they kill If in addition to aliens working in thern, that is their right aliens livir g in them, that is too bad confiscating and killing they send emissaries into alien t } countries to buy publicity and to propagandize the inno- t rullibi cent and gullible the end justifies the means. Let them spread their doctrines of disorder and destruction. They are working out a high destiny, groping up toward light and liberty; and if in doing so they turn their own coun nto iiving hells and poison the rest of the world, still, them alone. Their object is pure and noble, so why bother about a little looting, a little burning and a little ng? Apparently any doctrine proclaimed in the name of uplift is sacred to these theorists The ma f the population in Russia, in Mexico and ir China, illiterate and ignorant, have no idea what it is all about. Their leaders and their real objectives are covered by a screen of pretty propaganda put forth by a host of press agents, some bought, some befooled. Yet seen through this rosy mist, a considerable public in the United States believes that it is witnessing three great nations, led disinterested patriots, staging a struggle for liberty American Revolution. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST It would be a fine thing if we could leave Russia, Mexico and China to stew in their own juice. But can we? Dare we? Quite aside from our material interests in Mexico and we could conceivably abandon them—we have at our door fifteen million people among whom hatred of the United States has been fostered. In addition, Mexico is today a headquarters for anti-American and communist propaganda. We cannot let her alone, because she will not let us alone. We cannot forget her, because what she thinks, what she does and what she is vitally concern us and our future. Suppose that a day or two hence in the life of nations—or one or two generations as we count time—we wake up to find on our border an active, aggres- sive, militaristic nation of fifty or sixty million people, trained to hate us? What then? We have turned the other cheek to Mexico so often that already there is a tinge of contempt in her attitude towards us. Then there is China. We should like to let her alone too. Shall the Powers abandon her to Russia and the com- munists? Even should we decide to give up our trade with China, would the churches permit us to withdraw alto- We cannot overlook the fact, gether? even if we are in favor of thorough disarmament, that the first business of the marines that we landed in China was to save the lives Would their churches leave them to perish? If not, we must decide of the missionaries and their women and children whether the lives of missionaries are more sacred than those of other Americans. Can we decently discriminate in favor of saving the missionaries and of protecting mis- sion buildings and educational institutions and abandon American business men and their property to their fate? Theoretically we are out of Russia. Actually we are do- ing business with her. Our internationalists who demand that we shall get out of China and Mexico are in the same breath demanding that we shall get into Russia and recog- nize the Soviet Government, so that our capital may flow freely into that communistic country— consecrated to con- fiscation. In the face of all this there is still a strong and contra- dictory demand that we disarm instanter, for many church people in one breath call for disarmament, and in the next call on the army and navy to protect their interests. As well abolish the police force of New York or of Chicago as further cut down our army and navy. Talk of American imperialism is the veriest bosh. Our people as a whole and as a government want nothing of other nations except their good will and a chance for our citizens to go about their business secure in their lives and property under the law of nations and the laws of the coun- try in which they are residing. We want no territory; we ask for no special privilege, only equal opportunities. We are all pacifists in the sense that we want no militarism and no military establishment except that necessary for Talk of anything else is nonsense. But in time of threat against police work and protection against aggression. their own lives and property, even the professional pacifists appreciate the presence of the soldier and the sailor Just now we have too many busybodies with not enough to do, or who are doing their own jobs badly, trying to run the Government. They are basing their conclusions on emotional appeals, on misleading propaganda, on sketchy cables in the press, on reports and rumors of the moment. But government must deal with facts, Must act for the fu- ture as well as the present, must protect all classes, and take an interest in the spread of trade as well as of the gospel. There never was a time when loose and ill-considered criticism of the Government, based on half knowledge, was more potent for harm; when playing politics or swallowing propaganda was more potent for evil. There is a peace- time treason to one’s government that may be more dan- gerous than treason in time of war. A nation may be caught off guard; an army rarely is. Sober Second Thoughts a SIASTIC discoveries of progress in the fields of economic and social activity are usually followed by a measure of disillusionment. Only a misanthrope can fail to be impressed by the advances which man is making, but those who look for revolutions and millenniums in this o1 April 30, 1927 that development are fairly certain to be disappointed sooner or later. For a number of years the public prints have been filled with glowing accounts of the increasing number of sto owners and bondholders. A movement toward the wider distribution of wealth has been under way, and there aré many evidences of a gratifying accession to the ranks of small investors. But careful students have deprecated th many extravagant statements made in connection with an obvious trend. Things are not always what they seem, and sweeping generalizations must not be constructed on slim testimony. Corporations have a way of boasting that a large propor- tion of their stockholders own a very small average number of shares. Whereupon amateur economists jump to unwar- ranted conclusions. Even if many stockholders own but a few shares each, a few stockholders may own a great many. Then, too, the supposedly small stockholders ar not always such in reality. When a corporation discover the fact that it has 5000 stockholders with only ten shares apiece, the publicity man promptly pictures them all as scrubwomen, laborers, and the like But many investors divers only ten shares in one company, but he may have ten shares in each of twenty companies, or ten shares in one and a hundred in another. In any case, now comes Josep! S. McCoy, actuary of the United States Treasury, who say that, taking into account duplications, there are not more than three million separate ir duals w wn sto nd bonds. Even if other authorities should more or le u cessfully disagree, Mr. McCoy’s figures are useful for de- flating purposes It is futile to deny that even in tl ountry wealt} concentrated to a considerable extent From a study made by the Federal Trade Commission of 43,512 estates probated in twenty-four counties of thirteen states in the years 1912-1923 inclusive, it is ay 90 per cent of all the wealth left in the owned by 13 per cent of all the decedents. It is true that the number of persons who enjoyed the use of this wealtl proba- was greater than the number of decedents, as they } bly supported, on the average, more than one dependent person. It is true, also, that parents often give away lar; sums to their children before death. But wealth is sufficiently concentrated to make its more widespread distribution still an object to be worked f The goal has not been reached, although progress can reported. It was found that of the estates probated in th years 1912-1923 inclusive, 29 per cent of all probated in the former year amounted to less than $1000 each, while in 1923 only 20.8 per cent were less than $1000 An English statistician, A. L. Bowley, studied the in- comes of 4000 families in five English industrial towns in 1904 and again in 1924. The earlier study showed that 12.6 per cent of the persons covered had an income in- sufficient to secure the minimum standard of life which Rowntree had prescribed in his book on poverty. In 19 however, only 3.6 per cent would have been below such a standard had the breadwinners been able to work the full-time week. Even with the great amount of unemploy- ment, only 6.5 per cent of the persons fell below the mini- mum of subsistence Advances in economic well-being are made even in European countries, and the gains solidified. But no na- tion, including our own, has reached a millennium of wealth distribution. Encouragement should not take the form of a riot; the hopefulness that comes from slow prog- ress rests on a sounder statistical bas The future outlook for the small investor was never so bright as it is today The free and open se rity market afforded by our great ext hanges are wit! it their counter- arts in any other land. Publicity in regard to corpora tion affairs is steadily becoming more widespread and new safeguards are constantly being throw OU era tions of the intelli t bond Avo able losses on the } ! stor ses wl } u into the hundreds of millions every year, aré rely 1 sponsible for much of the seemingly inequitable distribu tion of wealth. If these leaks could be stopped for a sing de the statistics would tell a very d rent sto

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 2g LOCSKUL IP OQLUITICS = By Will Payme NEWSPAPER man who has enjoyed an inside view and cast a ballot, but those who did vote we1 ol loca lairs for a good mar ea emarked inanimous tor harbor in emeé the « la Give me 300 well-organize oters In the course of the ye howe ‘ I can run this town mended a change in the plans, which would involve car illowance mew r t e! rhe town contains at t lowest 15,000 native-borr celing $300,000 of the old bonds and auth« ng $362,000 ns a twenty-one irs of age who would new ones; for an extension of the street-car track asto§ def { be eligible to vote if they took the trouble to register. A make a belt line to the harbor. The street-car line ure the first re y ‘ great majority of them are of native-born parentage; itis owned by the ty, and with the proposed exter n, tor predomir old Ar in sto T the news- freight cars could be hauled electr on é r l r er mal omment on t I I t aden exem- at the dock to the stean mad traci I ( } ed it ila eems tod me co it tion other bond election was hel Febru J I A ol \ nation-wide audience might well decline to consider The city commissioners, the chamber of commer the n three years, to mn ‘ the political affairs of one particular town if those affairs two newspapers and many leading citizens favored the tion. it has spent $2.5 new id alone. But in their most important aspects they are proposal; but there was brisk opposition, larg nthe are good buildings. The are well 1 ug We { f political a everywhe n the United Stat ground that freight s, even though haul ‘ t I If we n tind out w! MD OW organized te might treet-car tra alread n operatio enge e t age hope run thing ine comn ty w it least 15,000 would de e a fine re nce ‘ ‘ r r t te n ta t t ( r i wl é £ t ( ‘ ( g 1 ‘ vhere Each side ented its engt . \ he day before that comment was uttered the town held paper communications and paid advertisement To be sure, there v no contest, r varn mntested ¢ v 1 a brief } ry of the con- On election day the morning newspaper carried a port—no bribe to s e tl ou f may be put into the record as Exhibit A, as follows: streamer across the top of the front page: Every Eligible Aziné Therefore, exce } i r In February, 1926, in an election to decide whether the Citizen is Urged to Cast a Ballot in t Belt-Line Refer and women who were animate ‘ ! r i should issue $1,577,000 of bonds to improve the har- endum Today. And one of its headlines read: Heavy sense of public d ity, the election would have gone bor, 1042 votes were cast in the affirmative and 16 in the Vote is Predicted; Interest Continues to Increa The default, there would have been nobody to manage tl negatis Decidedly less than one-tenth of those who _ paper carried also a full-page advertisement -.. favor of the schools and no taxes to support them might | ok the trouble to get on the register bond issue, a full-page advertisement against it ana vw: We democrats jealously reserve ‘ quarter-page advertisements. The evening paper of verelgn capacity of voters, the right the day before had contained like of public bonds. Nobody st incitements to voting. In fact, mortgage « é \ 3387 votes were cast, 1354 for and Continued on Page 42 ~ 2033 against the bond issue. 1928 || CAMPAIGN | | ARENA ens - 4y7Tin Z _ FD yp $ FRAT Poi RIC IANS THE CURTAIN RAISERS

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30 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST April 30,1927 SHORT TURNS AUINID EINCORES ‘Where are Ye Goin’ Now, ‘*To Invite the McLeods Ower for “Ye Better Make it the Duncans! “I Saw Dunc Wi’ a Fine T-Bone This Jean?’* Luncheon, Sandy’”’ While I’m Nane Too Fond oa’ Morning an’ Ye Might Prevail on Him — — to Bring It’’ The Sophisticatalog I'd like to have a gorgeous fan, and furl it and unf irl il HE Sophisti-cate , the Sophi ti- I'd like to bob my stringy hair and henna cats u, and curl il. And the little Soph isti-kittens If I cannot be a star and own a limou ine, {re deep in the W orks I'd like to be ar extra in a ball-room scene Of the Slavs, the Turks, The Letts and the Major Britons. I'd like to wall / and itely, Yet the Mob and the Herd and appe Think their poses absurd To chat in.« / / h other extre ind the Rabbitiry scorns or near prtie: Sed ely inthe bac und, Tn pK rlor cate T he Sophi ii-cales, the Sophi i-calt I'd like to light a « r nd throw the {nd the cunning Soph sti-kitties. natch away Arthur Guiterman. I'd like to dant by slowly all » yd ? it would fulfi : , } ? 7 7 rr But because I live in Podunk and likely always u ill, Synthetic HE piano bench was a wreck, and a Alas, I cannot be a star and own a limou- bit of chiffon was clinging to the splin- ine. ters of its broken leg, torn from the gown Worse, I’ll never be an extra in the ball- of some fair guest. A man’s tie was hang- « , room scene! » fr . h tha oly alte i © i v > + ‘js ; >» *. & * Favt ’ ) ing from the chandelier. A half-smoked pe ae Se ee: ae ee ne ee ee bey | Mary Carolyn Da cigarette had burned a hole in the up- A holstered seat of a Chippendale chair. The The Seed:-Catalogue Tomato Reaches its Full Growth » . “at IPI Mother Talx Back cloisonné-vase lamp had been knocked ff the table, and lay in a state of disintegration over in . JAR SON: as gle ret your postals of various ol table, a j s g ( Suppressed Desires EAR N: I was glad to ge t yc u p tal Variol tne corner dates, expressing ‘thanx for chex,’’ and trust that The guests had departed at the first peep of dawn. The 'D LIKE to be an extra in a rhinestone gown; you have now opened an account at one of the local banx. host and hostess were alone I'd like to walk as extras walk and frown as extras frown ; As to sox, I can get them here for two plunx; the silx good, “Oh, I’m so thrilled, dearest, to think our party was I'd like to smile, oh, cynically; I’d dearly love to sneer, and they have clox—blax what you want, isn’t it? I have such a success! Now our social position is assured.” With other extras, underneath some massive chandelier : I Continued on Page 128 “et f CARs & RUT £ Garp os Fee RI&on-——~_.. The Winners of the Father: and:Son Golf Tourna: ‘*Let’s Call Up Sam and Tell Him What We Think ‘‘fo This is Where You've Been Hiding Away ment Pose for a Newspaper Photographer of Him.” ‘‘Magnifique! And Don't Forget to From Me All These Years!"’ Reverse ze Charges*’

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x1 HE chateau was a place of bright gayety, where laughter rang as from untroubled hearts and joyous chatter sounded from ir- responsible youth. Lady Llanthony had been two days in her new home and was already showing marked benefit from the change. Her doctor had promised her a wheeled chair within a month and a great special- ist had guardedly said that she might regain some use of her eyes. These hopes were cheering, but she would have been happy without them; absence of pain and the presence of her son were enough. She was carried each morning to her bal- cony and she listened with delight to the laughter from below. The Archer twins were there, and Sam Tibbetts, behaving very well now and painting his commis- sioned portrait of Sara with tractability and a touch of genius. The little party had been gathered at the request of Lady Lianthony. “Tybo,” she had said to Sara, “‘is tied to my apron strings. Get these scapegraces you have told me about, down here for a visit. Wemust make it bright for him.” She had unknowingly repeated the sugges- tion of her husband, who wished the boy to swim in pleasure and to know what wealth could do in extending lavish hospitality. To Sara he had said, We owe him every- thing. Make his last days with us some- thing for him to re- member. It’s our one way of showing grati- tude.” To the twins Sara had repeated the request so just and reasonable. Here were three extremely capa- ble young people then engaged in burning in- cense before the shrine of this young man whose glory as a lord was so soon to fade away. ““We are Aztec priests and priestesses,” Frank Archer had said. ‘We are fattening and pampering a beautiful youth ‘who is shortly to be sacrificed to the great god Quetzal.” “They always gave that victim a girl,’’ Sara had dryly observed. Peter had nodded without smiling. The two had been utterly friendiy since the hour in which Sara, by mysterious means known only to women, had signified that she laid no claim to special rights in Tybo. Sam Tibbetts, too, if not a priest who knew all the mysteries behind the shrine, was at least an acolyte. Sara had tamed him and kept him fairly well under control. The vivid beauty of Sara in Sainte-Chapelle had nareotized Tybo, who had retreated, dreaming. It had intoxicated Sam Tibbetts, who had advanced, drunk. In the studio he had smashed his palette and made a passion- ate declaration of love. **Nonsense,”’ Sara had said. If not, you've a talent for acting it. paint off the floor before it dries.” “Sara, I love you.” “Look out. Don’t kneel there. your pants.” “Sara, [ adore you.” “There, you've done it. genius?” “Sara, I worship you.” **And have art for a rival? A wife might win against another woman, but she can’t wrestle with an easel nor fight a box of paints.” “Maybe you're a genius. Now we'll clean the You'll get paint on Do you think I’d marry a ‘“‘He Has Come,’ She Whispered. By Kenyon Gambier ILLUSTRATED BY ARTHUR WILLIAM BROWN far he Ted yu fe ‘He Went Straight to Her Room, “Tt’s that lah-de-dah lord!’”’ Sam had cried, scowling. “‘Never. Now wipe up the floor and be more respectful to my relations.” “There is no one else?’ “There is no one. Some day there will be someone. It will not be you.” Thus firmly, and not perhaps gently, had she quashed hopes. “TI ache with love for you,” he had declared mournfully. “Let the nerve die,”” she had counseled. “If you don’t wince once, I’ll be friends with you.” At her next visit to the studio the floor had been cleaned and the portrait had progressed with a swifter, surer touch. Since then Sam- Tibbetts had been progressively friendly with Tybo, who, after all, wore the same frat pin and could not help being an Englishman and a lord. Tybo played munificent host to a merry company who united in concealing undercurrents and in joyous accept- ance of his plans for their amusement. He had only to lift his hand—two automobiles were at the door, sumptuous luncheon baskets were strapped behind, a footman went along lest one should have to unfasten a strap or lift a plate. Fifty lovely and historic spots within a day’s run were there to choose from. “Pleasures 4 la carte!” cried Archer. “Romance, beautiful ladies, poisons, assassinations, donjon towers, kings, queens, wars—look at the menu and choose. How about the Angevin castle of Chinon, home of the Plan- tagenets? Lion-hearted Richard died there! A country girl forced its gates and wrung unwilling permission to save France. Fulk Nerra x “Chinon it is!” they cried. There, high above all the country round, they wandered amid the charming gardens I Did Not See Him"’ April 30,1927 which soften the grim ruins, lightly flitting in thought, as young people will, from fierce legends of fiery Angevin counts to the opening of the base- ball season; from revolting tales of torture inflicted, to the mellow beauty of the ex- tended view; from the story of the hapless maid—peasant girl, conquering soldier, reviled mar- tyr, canonized saint-—-to chatter about the latest thing in men’s collars. Peter and Tybo, out- lined above the west- parapet, went to the wide prospect through powerful glasses, choosing a wooded spot in which to make their halt and eat their late lunch. Frank Archer stopped short narration to Sara of a hair-raising exploit of Fulk Nerra. ern sweeping in his “Look at her!” he cried, frowning. ‘“‘If I was only the Black Fulk —” “What would you do, Frank?” Sara asked him ‘“*The Tower de Bx SSS a4 pointing, ‘‘has dun- *hesaid, darkly geons as deep as the lowest cellar of a New York skyscraper.”’ Sara glanced at this immense restored mass of polygonal masonry. ‘*Impossible, Frank. But if there were six stories down below the ground—no elevators and no lights, remem- ber—which would you lower into the noisome pit?” she gazed reflec- ttt. RR Ow tively at the two on the parapet. “Him.” “But what has done?”’ “Nothing. That never mattered to Fulk Nerra.”” He came close and bitterly hissed words into her ear. “‘To protect him, Sara. No use though. If the pit was bottom- less, and he was in it, she’d get to the bottom. Sara, what can I do?” Sara shook her sun-flamed hair, admitting that she had nothing to suggest. “Joan of Arc,” he exclaimed, “‘fought France, the court and the king, for a chance to fight the English. That was fine. She made good too. But to fight your brother, and the whole house, and the world, for a chance to win a man—well, how about that for dignity and pride and all that? ae } ne How about it, I say? “T’m afraid she’s pretty miserable, Frank.” He nodded his head. ““A boy scout on the trail has nothing on my sister,” he said gloomily. ‘A leaf moves, a twig snaps, she’s there.” “Tt may come all right,” she consoled. ‘He has plenty to think of, remember.” “I know; I tell her. She scowls and says she’s got no time. Oh, she’s lost all sense of shame.” “T doubt he knows.” “He doesn’t care enough to know. My kid sister! That’s the trouble—a kid. Her first encounter with this fatal love. What a curse it is!’’ He caught her arm in final desperate appeal. ‘‘Take him away from her, Sara,” he pleaded. ‘“‘You needn’t keep him. You understand these things.” “Thanks, Frank,” she answered coldly. “When I fight, I fight for what I want. What’s Sam up to, I wonder ”’ Continued on Page 34

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34 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Continued from Page 32 [wo couples converged on the recumbent youth, who was discevered to be peering downward through the racks of a boarded-in well. Looking for truth, Sam? It’s no well, Sara,”’ he answered, looking up. ‘It’s the ate entrance to the dungeons and it’s forty feet deep He scrambled up and looked round the group. ‘“‘ Hey for he good old times!"’ he cried. ‘“‘We haven't got any ouvenirs like this in Michigan.”” He laughed. “Say, Frank, if that murderer had been down there, he'd be there still.’’ He told them how a prisoner had dashed down a dark stairway at the law courts and escaped by a side door. He had got away in an automobile, the papers suggested, for one had been stolen from the street outside. ‘It’s your friend all right,’’ Archer said to Tybo after- ward, ‘“‘I meant to tell you and it slipped my mind.” “Tt seems as if I took more trouble over that man than the police,”” Tybo commented ‘We had two gocd sells out of him,’ was the reminder. The confidence man and the spatted peer with the eye- 1aSs. They had a laugh over these incidents, completed their sight-seeing and traveled by maps to what Peter called ‘the bosky dell’’ they had marked down from the parapet. They may have found it. They did not know themselves tree clumps looked different close by, but they lunched merrily under spreading beeches in a farm meadow. There seemed no shadows there except from the trees. Tybo was a little silent at first as he watched the footman open fold- ing tables and lay out pdté de foie gras, Périgord pies and elaborate dishes prepared by the chef. These people cer- He thought of picnics to come in Ohio and grinned at the contrast. Then he set himself fora jolly time. It was after six o’clock when he got home to find his hot bath ready and his evening clothes laid out. 4 tainly knew how to live. ‘lam at Your Lordship’s disposal, milor,”’ said Frangois, entering with a bowl of fresh roses. ‘‘His Lordship is here and I am to stay. I hope I will give Your Lordship itisfaction.”’ ‘Sure you will, Francois.” He watched the roses placed in the exact middle of the colored-marble chimney piece. ‘Shall I shave Your Lordship, or will Your Lordship have a little nap, or a massage after the bath? I am very good at the rubbing. “‘A massage, please,” was the prompt answer. Tybo seized every chance to try everything once. ‘Gee!’ he muttered, and thought he would be stifled with all this effeminacy; but the subsequent skillful manipulation of his muscles gave sensuous pleasure and left him supple of body and refreshed in mind. He had not thought to enjoy dinner after that luxurious lunch, but he went downstairs with the appetite of a wolf. Yes, these people had cer- tainly got the art of living down fine. Life was a prize fight with pleasure. Seconds sponged and fanned them between rounds, and they leaped to the next bout with ardor. Lord Llanthony eyed him with approval and greeted him almost affectionately. ‘‘He’s turned you out well,” he said. ‘Learn to use him!”’ “For what? Ohio?” “| keep forgetting,’ was the spoken answer. ‘No, for Europe,’ was the hidden thought. eyes on the young man. ‘I must meet the ship at Plym- outh,” he said in a low voice, glancing about. “I leave Paris tomorrow night. I cannot tell how long I must be away. Will you run up every other day? I will leave all instructions and you will use my rooms as your own. Open all letters. Deal with them if you can. Put the writers off if you can’t. Don’t fear to take responsibility. I will ac- cept anything you do. By the way, did’you remember to pass on my offer to the Archers?” “Yes; he thought a lot of it.”’ ‘Tell him to come to me tonight after dinner. be glad to make some money for him.”’ “You are mighty kind.” ““They are friends of yours; therefore, of mine. Then Sara came in her favorite green, with a necklace of emeralds gleaming against the white skin of her throat. ‘Auntie snapped them on herself,’ her voice choked. ‘‘She said she never cared to wear them again and she would like me to have them.”’ She looked from one to the other with mournful eyes. “It’s awful. The first night father and son were together in the new home—that’s what she said.”’ ‘Inside of a month,”’ Lord Llanthony reassured, “‘she’ll ” I shall ” be saying that she has two sons. He put a hand on the boy’s shoulder and smiled confidently. The Archers came in; Peter in a black chiffon velvet, looking oddly a He turned troubled . April 30,1927 grown-up to Tybo. He had no idea that this dress was for him—to show him that she was not a kid. She was re- strained in her admiration of the necklace. Her brother was vehement. Sam Tibbetts came, laughing, boisterous, to be struck dumb in adoration of Sara. She took him aside “Sam,” she warned, “if you don’t help to make this dinner go, I’ll say my aunt needs me and stay with he “Rather than lose you, Sara, I will howl promised. The dinner did go, with laughter, outward gayety. Tybo played his part too well. He acted, Sara thought, as though he forgot he was acting, forgot the coming parting with the blind woman upstairs. But she saw him through prejudiced eyes. him as an effeminate idler and had seen him act the arro- gant fop, she had misread his every action. His sudden marked change toward her confirmed her view. No more frank, eager confidences, none of the camaraderie that had marked their first days together; instead, an invisible wall, built by him, which shut her out completely. A proud and independent girl barks no knuckles on a closed door; she retreats faster than in an older day when she had to pick up skirts to walk backward. So did Sara misread a desperate youth, who knew that he loved her, knew that he was penniless and she was rich, knew that such a mighty debt was due to him that she could hardly refuse if he asked, knew that he must soon steal silently out of her life. Forget the parting? He thought of it all the time—a parting with an adopted mother whose love he had won by deceit, with a girl whom he loved and must not tell. He had a heavy part to play, of which no one but himself knew; and his way was to fling himself with a pas- sionate ardor into the pleasures of the moment. So there was reason in Sara’s view. When a manipulator of marionettes drops a string he retrieves it with a rod which he calls the dead hand. Lord for joy,” he chatter, ince she had heard of Llanthony, watching his puppets dance, with eyes alert These Immediately after dinner he as a weasel’s, resolved again to try matchmaking Archers knew too much. (Continued on Page 130 sma Tri ““Sam,’' She Warned, ‘‘if You Don't Help to Make This Dinner Go, I'll Say My Aunt Needs Me and Stay With Her"’

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Tie MAUKING Ol Al MIERCHAN aia iti By Jesse Rainsford Sprague smn salah rnaon and thet it wos one with me for several reasons. blow over. 7 a idde In the first place, I was out of ame detailed news of troubles in t debt for the first time in my business career, and able to manufacturing districts around P pay spot cash for all my purchases. I know it will seem a elsewhere r like heresy to a lot of writers for business journals and to EECICRATSS OY 4 were mentione ts efficiency men who make speeches at trade conventions RAEBURN VAN BUREN it workpe t that I was a merchant for fourteen years and had never i We didn't fe t discounted all my bills. Only the other day I read an et intil mid-October, .v article in which the writer practically commanded all isiness sudde went merchants to discount their bills, and predicted the direst It has always seemed to n results if they did not. The writer, I afterward learned, — t ‘pa ~ the wor had gained his own business knowledge as a newspaper de e a business de reporter and had never faced the problem of meeting a pre n; for the word Saturday pay roll or the first-of-the-month store rent, or : mplies a j had to find the money to meet a note in the bank. exciter while é Theoretically, I admit, a mer- actu apy gs of chant ought to discount all his A per are a bills. Practically, it is sometimes thing but that. Mere good business not to. Take my own a dead lullness falls case as an example. During all on the business con those fourteen years my trade was r t The stores all growing and I had con- ope p in the mort stantly to increase my g as il, the w stock of merchandise. It seems as though all their displays, the street you would have to do cars r and there are in such a situation is pe e on the streets merely to put your the or ference is profits back into more that r ne spends stock and the problem mone if it is rumored would solve itself. But that a bank is in @if it doesn’t work that cult there may be a way. The man whose tempora ine of peo- business is on the in- crease is invariably hard dey but ar li up for ready cash, un- na business USE less he started out with a surplus. But men with surpluses don’t often go into the retail business. The way I worked it—after I got out of the difficulties of the tacked on the front } ‘ > + , agoor stating that inter ested parties may make first few years, when I ries from So-and simply did the best So. wil has been I could, without much appointed receiver system—was this: Pedestrians stop t ad Every January I went to the bank and found long, forgetting it five out how much of a line minutes later of credit they were will- : R anid une : ing to let me have. i 1 / Complications But I didn’t use this credit until I had to AS 1 OWED no money or until I saw where | worth speaking of could make some money I was in good shape t withit. I financed my- weather the 1907 dullness, but another self, as far as possible, through the wholesalers from whom complication arose that, it appeare: I bought my merchandise. If a firm gave only 1 per cent might give me a good deal of trouble. Ar cash discount I usually let the account ride to maturity, gpere is Usually the Question in the Back of Her Mind as to Whether ld Centreton family named Clinkscales and sometimes I would sacrifice 2 per cent; but for any- or Not She Would Like to Have the Article for Her Personal Use had for years owned the building I rented thing beyond that I anticipated payment and earned my for my store, and when the older gener discount, if necessary, using my bank credit to do it. to be more conservative when you do business on a small ation passed on it came into the possession of a son wi Sut, except in case of emergencies, I never borrowed up profit than on a big profit. This is recognized in merchan- lived in New York and had some kind of business in the to the limit from the bank. There was always the possi- dising, as everywhere else. No merchant, wholesale or Wall Street district. One day a real-estate man wl bility that some manufacturer or jobber would be willing retail, grants wide-open terms on quick-selling, standard took charge of young Clinkscales’ Centreton properties to sacrifice a desirable lot of merchandise for spot cash, and lines of goods that net him a few pennies profit on the came in to see me, saying his client was hard up for ready I kept something in reserve for such purchases. dollar; and money, which is the banks’ only line of mer- cas! had instructed that the store building should chandise, certainly is both quick selling and standard. be sol added that if I was interested in the pr Panic is the Wrong Term As I say, the beginning of the year 1907 found me for th« he would give me the first chance, otherwise he w I first time in a position where I was on an absolutely cash to look around for another buyer ONTRARY to what some efficiency expertssay,I believe basis. Sales during the preceding holidays had brought in Naturally, I was interested, for location means prett / it is better for a merchant to have plenty of goods on his enough money to permit me to pay off everything to my near everything to a merchant. My lease had less thar shelves and to be able toshow his customers what they want merchandise creditors and to the bank, and my stock ir year to run, and if someone else bought the place over n when they want it, than to earn every penny of discount. ventory showed a value of close to $100,000. Business head there was the chance that I might | it the street The way I look at it, a business man ought to use his was brisk everywhere during the spring and summer, and It was poor business on my part that I had put off ren bank for temporary accommodations, and not expect it to I began to see myself accumulating a nice surplus that | ng my lease until then; but I had been a tenant the furnish him permanent capital. There used to be asaying could put into outside investments, when along in Sep- Clinkscales family s ng, I suppose I took it for grant current among merchants, and one occasionally hears it tember there began to be rumors in the newspapers that that there would never be any complicat nd wil still: ‘‘There isn’t a real banker in my town. They’re everything wasn’t going as well in the country as it might. found myself in a fix, asso many people do who take thing nothing but a lot of pawnbrokers!’’ Nearly alwayswhena Most of the business men I talked with pooh-poohed the for granted. The real-estate agent said nt w man says that he acts as though he invented the phrase. idea of a panic. The old theory was that depression took take $50,000 for the property, but there would have t What such a merchant forgets is the fact that the banks place every seven years; but we had gone along since 1893 a cash payment of $20,000, with the bala trung are selling credit on a much closer marginthanthemanufac- without anything serious, and the idea prevailed that the ver a term of years at 6 per t interest turers or jobbers sell their merchandise, and it is natural pessimistic rumors had been started by Wall Street for Continued on Page 39

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Continued from Page 37 young Clinkscales’ own necessities, the deal] had to be put through as quickly as possible. The agent said he could give me a couple of days to think it over, and if I decidec not to take him up he would then have to look for a buyer elsewhere Any merchant who has ever had his lease about to ex- pire with no other quarters in sight will realize the state of mind I was in. The property was worth the price asked, but I had no $20,000 to plank down, and it was in the midst of a panic, when most people who had money to lend were hanging on to it. I went to see several local capital- ists whom I thought I might interest, but all had the same story, to wit, that though they had plenty of assets they could not put their hands on actual cash. I have learned since that a rich man can often be as hard up as a poor man, with the added difficulty that he is usually tied up with obligations that take what ready money he can scrape together. I had heard from a dozen merchant friends that the banks were absolutely shutting down on any loans, except for small amounts, and even those were limited to thirty and sixty days. More with the idea of asking for advice than any thought of borrowing money, I went to see my old friend Mr. Willis at the First National. He heard me through, and then said unexpectedly: ‘You ought to buy the property, Peter. You ought to 1ave bought it several years ago, in fact.” A Merchant's Worst Competitor I SAID it wasn’t a case of what I ought to have done be- fore, but what I could do right then; and unless I could put my hands on $20,000 within twenty-four hours there was a chance someone else might get the property and give me notice to move out. ‘‘That being the case,’’ he remarked genially, “I think you ought to arrange with the First National Bank for a loan,” “That's pretty fine, if it can be done,” I answered; ‘but they’ve been telling me up and down the street that none of you bankers are putting out any money.’ ‘“‘Of course, we aren’t putting out money at a time like is for people to speculate on,” he said, “but this bank t THE SATURDAY EVENING POST always has money for constructive projects, and this project of yours is constructive In the first place, a mer chant with a business the size of yours ought not to rur the risks of occupying rented quarters. In the second place, if you make the deal it results in a valuable pie Market Street property coming into the hand man, instead of being out-of-towr wned and } and large, any community is better off the more of it is owned by people who actually live and do business in the con munity. You go ahead with the deal and we 304 1 throug! Thus my main worry was taken off my mind; but start ing with 1893, when I first went into busine t seemed | was fated to make my most important moves during panic years, for a few days later, when I went to the bank again, Mr. Willis *“Now you've bought your building, Peter,” he said, ‘‘] called me aside think your next move ought to be to get rid of your next door competitor.” I thought he meant the Fentiman drug occupied the store just east of mine, and |

it couldn’t be done, even if I wanted to, when he inter rupted: “Of course, I don’t mean Scott Fentiman’s place. He’s a good live merchant and an asset to you. I mean the building on this side of you.” This was what is known as a Jonah location. During the fourteen years I had been in business half a dozen different merchants had occupied the building, each one petering out after a time. The last man ran what was called a “racket store,’ and had gone bankrupt some months previously. Since that time the store had been vacant, the windows plastered with old show bills and election announce- ments. The fact that it had housed so many failures had some influence, I suppose, in preventing it from being rented. “Probably you don’t realize it,’’ Mr. Willis went on, “but a shabby, vacant room next door is the worst com- petitor a merchant can have. People like to go where things look cheerful and prosperous, and such a place as that one next to you takes away just the atmosphere you want to create. Why don’t you buy that building too? This is a good time to pick up bargains.”

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST April 30,1927 Epivor's NoteE—These letters and others which will follow were written by A. L. MeCor- rison, of Searsmont, Maine, to Ben Ames Wil- liams, over a period of some four years. Except the elimination of some personal matters, except for condensations here and there, they have not been edited. Fes. 25, 1923 | | VELL BEN: I guess you won’t want any more letters from me, and I beg your pardon. I was about to con- sign the trash to the fire. But Sarah says no. So I will send it along and promise never to do so again. .My quotations from Shakspere are probably all at fault, for it’s probably been 30 years since I read it, The story of Hunter is a true experience I once had. And the fact that I once read Shakspere’s description of ‘‘poor Wat the dew-bedabbled. wretch”’ saved a rabbit’s life. I don’t know if “poor Wat”’ is correct. But I think it was in Sonnets, whatever that may mean. This tedious winter is getting on the nerves of everybody here, and we'll all go bughouse if it continues much longer. If I ever hear a frog sing again I’m go- ing out and sing with him. ‘ I wish I had a picture of the land- scape under.the hill; the crystal white- ness of the snow and dark green of the woods, owing probably to the position of the sun-—which was far over in the west—made a contrast that is not often seen. Every tree cast its shadow, and the lights and shades were all dif- ferent. Yesterday L. went up to the bridge in Belfast before he came home, and saw hundreds of ducks, coots, whistlers, and black duck. The black duck were more shy than the others. Coots and whistlers would come close up to the bridge. They are fed with corn. G. called today. We are going fishing the first opportunity. Sincerely, BERT. Mar. 11, 1923. EAR BEN: Just to kill time this wild March day, I’m going to write a few lines and send you another hunting experience I once had a good many years ago As I have already written you a de- scription of Fox Island, you will under- stand the story better. The two foxes were killed about seven miles from Carver's Harbor—or Vinal Haven—which is all one place Dave Manson was the barber of the town, and a mighty fine fellow. Scot Little- field was the boss blacksmith of the Bod- well Granite Co. and was raised over in Kennebec County, and an experienced fox hunter. The other fellows named in the story were all stonecutters. Dave's barber shop was on the main street in center of the town. The Cascade was a hotel and rum shop combined, but at that time all rum. It was named Cascade because it was built over water, and at half tide there was swift water under the building. Brother Johnson’s Church was many years ago converted into a townhouse, but always went by the name of Brother John- son’s Church, because it was built for a church, all but the steeple, which was never completed. I've been to many a dance in Brother Johnson’s Church. Jo Porter and Fred Killman were noted day in Vinal Haven. Porter was for many years a deputy sheriff. Nearly ali have long since gone to their Porter, the last, passed in his checks not long ago. The Carry derived its name from the Indians And Calderwood’s Neck is the northeast point of the island. men of their reward Well, Ben, this is a typical March day. The roads, that we’ve been to so much trouble during the past week to break out, have completely filled again today. I got three days’ mail Friday. Haven’t been pickerel fishing yet, owing to so much snow; the ice is covered with water. As soon as the ponds rise the water will drain off, then I’m in hopes to go fishing. Wednesday we had the worst storm of the season. There are snowdrifts between here and the village ten feet deep. Twelve black ducks were seen in the river above the schoolhouse one day last week. Town meeting tomorrow. slipped the dog, which soon had the quarry on the run. Scot went back to the Carry, while Dave took his stand at the turn of the road near the schoolhouse, and I followed on after the dog. The snow was eighteen inches deep in the woods, and in the cedar swamps it was hard traveling. And the fox kept to the shore or along the open ridges where the snow was not deep. And on one of those ridges, over across a cove half a mile away, I first caught sight of old Reynard. He was playing from the shore, up over an open piece of barren ridge of pasture land. Then he would double back to the shore. Ay, 4 Sebago Lake, Maine Sarah joins me with best wishes to you and yours. Sincerely, B. Mc. P. S. Got application blanks for trout last night. Am going to dose the Sheepscot again, if possible. Mr. MecCorrison enclosed the following anecdote in this letter. THE Fox HUNTERS OF VINAL HAVEN, MAINE It was a fine midwinter day in 1880 that Scot Littlefield, Dave Manson, and the writer, with Hunter the hound, sallied forth from Dave’s shop. Over the bridge, past the Cascade, then round the corner, and over the hill past Brother Johnson’s Church, through deep hollow, and on up by Uncle Mos’s farm, to the Wat. Vinal schoolhouse. There we met Jo Porter, Fred Killman and Oscar Adams posted along the road near the outlet of Folly Pond. They had already started a fox, and we could hear their dog off toward Pleasant River. John Healy, Jo Smith and Henry Vinal, with John’s dog, Pearl, had gone over to the Basin near Mineral Hill. So we went up to the Carry, then on to Calderwood’s Neck. Soon after crossing the Carry, over near Dark Brook, we struck our first track and Between me and the hill was a half mile of thick growth of spruce and cedar, and in the cedar swamp the snow was waist deep. And through this cedar swamp I had to pass. When half way through the swamp I jumped another fox that had been lying in the sun. I marked the course it went, hur- ried on, and finally reached the rising ground and came to open land, saw the fox on top of the hill. It was looking back at the hound, which was slowly wallowing up the side hill in the deep snow. The fox waited till the dog got close to him, then ran along the ridge and doubled back to the shore. And so he played, back and forth. When the fox left the crest of the hill I hurried on through the deep snow, which was slow traveling. I could tell by the dog when to expect the fox to come in sight again, so had to stand still while Reynard was in sight; otherwise he would see me then good day. Three times Reynard came onto the hill before I got within shooting distance, and each time I was in plain sight, but stood still, searcely dared to breathe. Then Hunter bore in sight, and as the fox came on, a long fifty yards away, he saw me. At that instant I fired. I noted its sudden start and the tail straighten as it disappeared beyond the crest of the hill. But as Hunter kept on I thought I had missed him. But when I got to the top of the hill there was spatters of blood on the snow, and as I stood looking along the trail I first realized that Hunter had stopped giving tongue. And then knew that the fox was either dead or had holed. So I hurried on, and in a de- pression 50 yards away came on to Hunter with his fox. I took the back track to the first stand I made at the lower edge of the hill, near the swamp. And there left my fox, without stopping to reload the gun, which was a 12 gauge double—muzzle loader. With Hunter chained to my belt and tugging hard, which helped me through the snow, I retraced my track to where I[ had started the other fox. Then slipped the chain, and within five minutes Hunter had him on the run. I then hurried back to the dead fox and reloaded the gun, put on a cap, raised the gun, and killed the other fox in its tracks. Went down into the swamp 50 yards away and retrieved the fox just as Hunter came up. It was a handsome female, while the other was a large male that weighed 12 lbs. In the meantime, Scot, at the Carry, had heard the first shot, and immedi- ately after the hound’s clear buglelike notes had suddenly stopped; knew there had been a kill. He then came on up the road. As he got in sight of Dave, the hound again broke forth. Again he stopped, thinking to go back to the bridge, for there was where more foxes had bit the dust than any other place on Fox Island. And whenever fox hunters were abroad in that vicinity, a man always stood near the bridge at the Carry. Before Scot got back to the bridge, again he heard the gun. After listening a few minutes the dog stopped. Then he came on back to Dave, and they both came over to me. In the meantime I had reloaded the gun, and tossed the foxes to right and left. They buried in the snow so only the tails were in sight. As they came up, Dave said, ‘‘ What are you shooting crows for; I thought you was fox-hunting.” A flock of crows were feeding along the shore and rose with much com- plaint each time I fired. I said, “‘ Well, Dave, when I can’t find anything better, I sometimes shoot crows.” But Scot was a fox hunter, and knew better; caught sight of one of the tails, touched Dave on the shoulder, pointed into the snow, saying, ‘‘ Dave, there’s one of his crows.” Dave jumped into the snow with a loud whoop and brought the fox back in to the road. At the same time caught Sect and I by the hand and we had a walk-around. Then Dave pulled a flask from his hip and passed it to me. I passed it on to Scot, say- ing, ‘‘Take an observation; we’ve lost our bearings.” Then Scot discovered the other fox, and again pointed it out to Dave. Again Dave retrieved. Then we all three took an ob- servation, and a walk-around that dis- turbed the school half a mile away. Dave said, ‘‘Who’s got a string? I want to tie this fox’s hind legs.” “Better take his hide, Dave. That’s a heavy fox, and it’s a long ways home,” said I. With much dignity, Dave said, ‘ This is my first fox hunt, and will probably be my last; and I’m going to carry that fox or die in the attempt.” I can see Dave now, as he left us on his way back to the Harbor, that big fox hang- ing on his gun barrels as he strode off down the slope. Later on, when Scot and I started down the slope in Dave’s wake, the handsome brush of the female trailed from Scot’s coat pocket. 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incomes and our future by a bond issue without our express consent at the ballot box. That cardinal principle is embodied in most of our state constitutions and city charters. We keep a firm hold on the purse strings. You can see us doing it, a bony hand tightly gripping the aforesaid strings while vigilant eyes keep watch. That is, you can see us doing it that way theoreti- cally. As to how we actually do it In June, 1924, the town held an election on the question of issuing $630,000 of bonds for road improvement. Only 190 votes were east, 179 for and 11 against. In March, 1925, there was an election on issuing $1,165,000 of school bonds, at which 379 citizens voted yes and 42 voted no. The same spring an issue of $1,000,000 of bonds for road improvement in a district which comprises a considerable part of the city was carried by a vote of 62 for the issue to 8 against it. In those cases there was no organized agitation either for or against the bonds, so voters paid practically no attention. In May, 1925, there was an election on the question of issuing $2,414,000 of bonds for various city improvements, among them a new pier that would cost $1,000,- 000. This pier project aroused opposition. Some people said the money would better be spent in extending the sewer system and for other humbler purposes. So argu- ments and page advertisements appeared in the newspapers, with the inspiring result that 2562 citizens actually voted, 1859 for the bonds, 703 against them. The Selfish Interests That vigilant control of the purse strings, in short, is poppycock. When some men— relatively few in number—are sufficiently interested to organize an aggressive cam- paign for or against a bond issue, button- holing their friends, paying for large advertisements in the newspapers, drum- ming up votes as a good merchant drums up sales, then 2500 or 3000 voters will go to the trouble of casting a ballot. But if no- body is sufficiently interested to make a fight, the votes do not materialize except in pathetic dribbles. It may be said that if the question is of any importance, some men will be sure to come forward and pay for page advertise- ments for or against it, and voters will be duly aroused. But if the issue is of no importance, why submit it to the voters at all? And pretty often the men who do come forward to conduct campaigns for or against have a strictly selfish interest in the matter. It may be, and usually is, a perfectly honorable selfish interest. They own prop- erty that will be benefited by the proposed improvement, or injured by it. Or in some other way they see a personal profit or loss in the proposition. I am not impugning their good intentions; bvt fallible human nature is so constituted that if a proposi- tion is going te benefit a man personally, it is excessively easy for him to believe that it is going to benefit the whole community as well; and if it is going to injure him personally he readily sees an injury to the community in it. The leadership of inter- ested men is not an infallible guide. In the last three years we have spent several millions of public money in various improvements. All the bond issues have been duly submitted to the voters. But strictly selfish interests have usually played an important part in the arrangements. Perhaps Syndicate A-B that wanted a highway through its property joined forces with Syndicate Y-Z and both highways got on the ballot, the governmental bodies that must approve a project before it goes on the ballot merely acting as umpires to hoid the between rival selfish interests. I-am not using the word “‘selfish”’ in an invidious sense. In my opinion men ought “ae Dalance THE SATURDAY EVENING POST LOCAL POLITICS (Continued from Page 29 to look out for their selfish interests. But, theoretically, all these questions of public improvements, paid for by public bond issues, are to be decided by the whole body of voters, who will judge each proposition with an impartial eye to the good of the whole community. Actually, nothing of the sort happens. The great body of voters are so indifferent to the whole business that only now and then—especially when some- body stages a fight—will any considerable fraction of them take the trouble to vote; and that fraction will often be swayed by considerations that have nothing to do with the intrinsic merits of the proposition. If $1,577,000 for harbor improvements was wisdom in February, 1926, then $62,- 000 more could hardly have been folly in February, 1927. Butin February, 1926, we were buoyant; nobody cared about a small matter like $1,500,000. At least, only six- teen citizens voted against it. A year later we were in a very conservative mood; $62,000 for any purpose looked like a lot of money; also a good many property own- ers feared their holdings might be depre- ciated. The intrinsic merits of the matter, broadly judged from the point of view of the good of the community as a whole, had little to do with the decision. We may take an example outside the dry realm of finance. Three years ago the mayor and a majority of the city commis- sioners had got into a bitter family row. Like most family rows it wasn’t so much about any one thing in particular as about everything in general. Probably the mayor wanted to boss the job more than a majority of the commissioners would allow, and didn’t go about it very diplomatically. The commissioners’ friends initiated a movement to recall the mayor and the mayor’s friends retaliated with a move- ment to recall the commissioners. The published charges on both sides were of a technical sort—disregard of this or that provision of the charter. But the affair had that enlivening and acrimonious air which usually attached to personal quar- rels. At the special election, under the re- call provisions of the charter, 3135 votes were cast and the commissioners won by 866. So the commissioners stayed in, but the mayor was out and it became necessary to elect a successor. Leading citizens can- vassed the situation and induced a capa- ble business man to stand for the vacant office. But another candidate, whom those leading citizens regarded as much less desirable than the ousted mayor, entered the lists. In the primary 2250 votes were cast. The preferred candidate got 1332, his opponent 895 and 23 went off at a tangent. Voting Out Rather Than In Note that of those who voted in the re- call election, 885 didn’t care who succeeded the ousted mayor and did not vote in the primary to nominate his successor. The preferred candidate won by less than half of that absentee 885. And at the ensuing election only 605 votes were cast, or less than one-fifth the number cast in the recall election. The unpreferred candidate, although beaten in the primary, might still be voted for at the election by anybody who would take the trouble to write his name on the ballot. As it happened, he got only a hand- ful of votes at the election; but with a little more energy and better organization, he would easily have won the mayoralty, in spite of his defeat at the primary, for the 895 who voted for him at the primary would have given him a margin of 54 per cent over the preferred candidate at the election. Which illustrates the old saying that God takes care of fools, drunken men and the United States. Certainly voters are not taking care of it. When it was a question of getting the old mayor out of office 3135 voters went to the polls. But when it was a question of put- ting into office an excellent man whom everybody respected, only 605 electors bothered to vote. In politics, as in fiction and the drama, good people are quite tire- some and we reserve our lively interest for the wicked. Usually, in fact, we vote against somebody whom we dislike, or against some measure, rather than for a man or measure. A year and a half ago some thoughtful citizens, who give a quite abnormal share of attention to public affairs, thought the old charter was inadequate to the needs of our growing town. So in the course of time, after much effort on the part of those citizens, a commission was duly authorized to study the situation and draft a new charter. It labored a long time and pro- duced its draft. Everybody who gave any thought to the matter agreed that the old charter was inadequate. The question was whether to continue under that handicap or adopt the new draft. On that issue the campaign was so lively and well advertised that 1716 citizens went to the polls, 1067 voting against the new charter and 649 for it. The new charter was defeated by about 3 per cent of the potential vote. Affliction for Americans The town I have been speaking about happens to be situated in Florida; but as to its political complexion on national lines, Coolidge carried the town and the county in the last presidential election. A Republican may carry both in the next presidential election. There is little manu- facturing and the immigrant population is negligible. The white permanent residents, as a recent special Federal census shows, come from every state east of the Missis- sippi River. They were born and bred in the atmosphere of American democracy. Mostly, they are not interested in it as applied to local affairs. My newspaper friend’s declaration that with a well-drilled gang 300 strong he can run the town is subject to some important limitations, however. To illustrate that we may turn to one more local election. A year ago some liberai-minded citizens, powerfully abetted by theater owners, came forward with a proposal to permit moving-picture shows on Sunday, and the city commissioners submitted the question to a popular vote. That campaign, with its religious implications, stirred up far more feeling than any other in the town’s history. Actually 6680 voters went to the polls, 1634 voting for Sunday movies and 5046 against. So, as in every other native American community, there are certain powerful pre- possessions that may beindefinitely grouped under the title of the town’s moral senti- ments. Anything or anybody that fla- grantly offends those sentiments will be defeated in spite of an organized band much stronger than 300. But it is impossible to draw a hard-and-fast line about our moral sentiments. For example, we play golf on Sunday and indulge in many other amuse- ments. A great many gainful occupations that have nothing particular to do with work of necessity are conducted on that day, openly and unopposed. But to Sun- day movies we decidedly say no. We suspect there has been a good deal of graft here from time to time in connection with bootlegging, and we accept that gen- eral assumption rather complacently. But at any flagrant proved case of graft we would arise and say no, with emphatic in- dignation. Anybody who aspires to run our town must be careful not to offend what we call our moral sentiments, although it is often impossible to say at just what point those sentiments are going to be shocked into action. Undoubtedly, and in spite of any organized electoral machine, there is a point at which we would rise against bad April 30,1927 government and cast it out; but nobody can say just where that pointis. The history of politics in American cities shows that government may get very bad indeed without getting bad enough to provoke a voters’ revolt. In fine, the leader of our organized gang would need to move warily and with good judgment, setting some limits to his grafting and misgovernment. Within those limits, he could probably do about as he pleased. In the election on Sunday movies, out of 6680 votes, 8 were cast by colored citizens who, all told, comprise about a fifth of the total population. Florida laws contain no grandfather clauses or other devices to bar negroes from the polls at an election, as distinguished from a primary. The other day discrimination against negroes at primaries was annulled by the United States Supreme Court; but apparently no one here regards the decision as of any practical importance. A negro may register and vote at an election if he has the same qualifications as to age, length of residence and payment of poll tax that are required of white citizens. Some negroes do register and vote without let or hindrance, but only a handful. A special factor in our community arises from the circumstance that the town has been growing rapidly and an unusually large proportion of its permanent white residents are comparative newcomers. They have been here long enough to get well settled in business or a profession or other gainful oc- cupation; long enough to get well ac- quainted with the country and with their neighbors. Very likely they have joined a church, the Rotary club, the chamber of commerce or some other civic organization. Perhaps they can give you accurate infor- mation as to when the kingfish and tarpon begin to run and the likeliest place to find them. But they haven’t been here long enough to get around to the bothersome business of registering and voting. That is the very last thing they do. It is astonishing how widespread and deep-seated is the conviction that register- ing and voting are an affliction, much like having a tooth pulled. I was eligible to registration for more than a year before I finally got my resolution screwed up to the point of undergoing the dread ordeal. Of course, I meant to do it all along—that is, sometime. Once I visited the registration office and was quite relieved to find I was too late; the books were closed. The Younger Generation In fact, that office is very conveniently located— one or two minutes’ walk from the post office, the banks, the shops, that every- body always has time to visit. And the ordeal of registration takes five minutes at most. To vote at any election may take ten minutes. The other morning I noticed a queue of people quite half a block long, advancing in slow lock step. They were standing in line—very cheerfully indeed to buy tickets toashow. But I have known excellent citizens to be morose and peevish over having to stand in line one-fifth as long for the purpose of voting. There is a poll tax in Florida. It amounts to one dollar a year for citizens under fifty- five years of age. Nosuch citizen can vote without having paid the poll tax. That simple little impediment is sufficient to keep thousands from the polls. There is to be an election this spring on the question of issuing $430,000 of bonds for three new primary schools, two white, one colored. The few people who pay any attention to school affairs believe the new buildings are needed; for it is simply amazing, with a growing population, how the youngsters multiply. Any time the past three years | have noticed new school buildings in process of erection, sometimes in outlying regions where it seemed to me they could (Continued on Page 44)

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44 Continued from Page 42 hardly be needed. But no sooner is any school building finished than it swarms with pupils. No doubt the new buildings will be needed by the time they are finished. But will 300 or 400 sovereign electors take the trouble to go to the polls and authorize the bonds? ‘That question seems so debatable that a civic club has employed a man by the month and had him deputized by the tax collector, so that, supplied with a bundle of blank poll-tax receipts, he can go from house to house persuading voters to pay him their poll tax then and there, in the hope that, having paid the tax and been urgently reminded of the need of school- houses, they will spend ten minutes of their invaluable time on election day to au- thorize the school bonds. The special factors of nonvoting colored citizens and many white newcomers— who, however, have resided here long enough to vote if they cared to—keep registration lower than it would be in a town of the same size farther north. Political apathy is a little denser here, but the difference is only one of degree. Apathy is dense enough everywhere. Now, democracy ought to be most suc- cessful in local affairs. Until you get to the big cities, those affairs are much simpler than national affairs. Information about them is more accessible, Nine times out of ten they are of much more immediate, tangible importance to the voter than na- tional affairs are. Whether the duty on steel or cotton is 20 per cent higher or lower makes so little difference in your daily living that you wouldn’t know which it was except by consulting the Statistical Abstract. Whether the United States joins a World Court or keeps out of it is an even more remote and problematical factor in your everyday life. But how the local schools and health de- partment are conducted, whether the police department is tolerably honest and efficient, whether the sewers and pavements are well laid or ill laid, touches you at home, and your children. You pay for all those things directly out of your pocket. Certainly it is easier to keep an eye on elected servants who are functioning three blocks away than on those who function 1000 miles away. It is easier to inform yourself about a candi- date who lives in the next street than about one who lives halfway across the continent. If aman cannot manage a comparatively small, simple affair that is under his nose and directly touches his day-to-day life at many points, is it likely that he will con- tinue indefinitely to manage with success a vast, complicated affair that is mainly beyond his field of vision? If democracy breaks down at home, how long will it sur- vive at Washington? Out of the Small-Town Stage American democracy began with the New England town meeting, when voters gathered in the courthouse to discuss and settle their common local concerns. That it would succeed best with local concerns which went on immediately under the eye of the voter was a reasonable assumption. It does succeed very well with those con- cerns when the community is small. Buta long while ago it appeared that as local concerns reached, or passed, a certain point in size, ordinary voters progressively lost control of them. In 1888, James Bryce, in The American Commonwealth, presented a rather flattering view of us, on the whole; but had to admit that democracy was pretty much a failure in our big cities, which he found to be mainly run by organized bands of a more or less predatory character. In an intermittent way I have been ac- quainted with this Florida town for twenty years. Up to now I should say on the whole it has been pretty well governed. But almost up to now it was still in the small-town stage, where practically every- body knew practically everybody else and by mere word of mouth was kept fairly THE SATURDAY well informed about everything of public interest that went on. For local political purposes it wouldn’t have mattered much whether there were any newspapers or not. Oral communication was sufficient to spread news. Not much that was of any conse- quence could happen without nearly every- body soon hearing of it. Men readily got together, exchanged views and settled their opinions. Under such conditions the man who neglected to vote presented a less menacing problem, for even he knew what was going on and presumably would vote if what went on displeased him. But we are already definitely passing out of the small-town stage. Nobody any longer knows everybody. To many po- tential voters some candidates for public office are no more than names printed on paper. They have never seen the men, never even heard of them. They very de- cidedly don’t know what is going on. Some outstanding and controversial things, like a new municipal pier or a belt-line connec- tion with the harbor, are brought to their languid attention and submitted to their judgment; but the local governmental bodies—county commissioners, city com- missioners, school trustees, park commis- sioners, and so on—are doing things all the while that a great many voters hear nothing about. Time for the Spoils Machine And our local affairs, as inevitably hap- pens when a town passes a certain point in size, constantly grow more complicated and technical, therefore more difficult for the ordinary lay voter to understand. Many of them will be engineering problems that only an expert can pass an intelligent judg- ment on. The bigger the town the more complex its problems. As a somewhat ex- treme example, take New York City’s transportation—what to do about the sub- ways, elevateds and surface lines. Though never a resident there, I have read New York papers pretty continuously for many years, but a good while ago I began to skip all transportation news. The thing got so involved and technical that nobody could possibly understand it except by patient study. A host of ordinary lay voters have given up trying to understand it. Usually, as affairs get bigger and more complicated, they drag a bigger background along with them; you must understand a great deal that has happened in the past in order to get the full significance of the new happen- ing. To keep a mental grasp upon them requires greater and greater effort. More and more voters practically give up trying to grasp them. And as affairs get harder to understand, the newspapers print relatively less about them, rather than more, because they are harder reading and their subscribers mostly want easy reading. Whatever other objects the newspaper editor may have in mind, attracting readers is his first object. If he gives them, the year through, ten columns of sports and five columns of comic strip to every quarter column of local political affairs—which is probably a very liberal estimate—it is because he has found out that their day-by-day interests run in about that proportion. There is no point in blaming the newspapers. So, as the city increases in size beyond a certain point, the bulk of ordinary lay voters progressively lose control of its af- fairs. This Florida community has passed out of the small-town stage and is passing into the city stage; therefore its situation is all the more interesting and typical, for the whole nation is by way of passing from country and small town to city. What hap- pens here, I think, illustrates what is hap- pening nationally. A city political machine of the predatory sort must have spoils to distribute. In order to sustain the enthusiastic loyalty of its lieutenants, there must be offices, per- quisites and favors to bestow; or the or- ganization cloaks and facilitates the collec- tion of graft. The lieutenants are not in politics with an eye single to their health. EVENING POST In asmall community the spoils in any case must be meager; Boss Tweed would starve, even though the neighborly voters were not watchful of local political affairs. But as the town gets bigger, opportunities for spoils obviously increase. Thus, about in proportion as voters lose effectual touch with affairs, it becomes worth while to set up a spoils machine. How much ordinary voters have lost con- trol of government in large cities may be illustrated by turning to one of govern- ment’s elemental functions. For example, I have here the transcript of the testimony of a friar in a famous murder trial at Rome 300 odd years ago. One paragraph reads: “Jesus! Jesus! Alas, alas! I know nothing, I know nothing, I know nothing! Oh, Jesus, what a death! Whatadeath! I know nothing, nothing, nothing, signore! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, oh, signore! I know nothing or I would tell it. I have said all that I know. Alas, what a death! Glorious Virgin, thou knowest well that I am Thy servant, and Thou wilt aid me. Signore, signore, you are killing me!” Many such interjections in a sober tran- script of testimony at a criminal trial sound odd—until one knows that every now and then they pulled the witness’ arms out of the sockets and hung his weight on the torn tendons. That was their very mildest method of inducing a witness to say what they wanted him to. The severer methods cannot be recommended to readers with sensitive stomachs. Many thousand Amer- ican tourists have viewed rack, boot, thumbscrew and like medieval inducements to confess in European museums, and prob- ably thanked heaven that they lived in an enlightened age and a free land. But last fall a young American told me an experience that had befallen him some time before—not in wicked Gotham, but in a 100 per cent Middle Western city. He was holding a quasi-public office at the time. The office had nothing to do directly with the administration, but happened to be peculiarly interested in a certain rob- bery. My young friend, who knew the cir- cumstances of the crime, was asked to be present at the interrogation of three sus- pects whom the police had picked up. In the room were three burly detectives, three undersized, reedy, inferior youths and this young man. Detective Number 1 began questioning suspect Number 1. Presently detective Number 2, without warning, struck the suspect on the side of the head, knocking him from his chair and into a heap in the corner. He picked himself up shakily and resumed the chair. In a few minutes detective Number 3 knocked him down. That went on until my young friend made an excuse to get out of the room and did not come back. A One-to-Seven Chance Now, everybody knows that that sort of thing goes on in American cities. The police resort to torture to extort confessions from suspects. They do not use rack and thumb- screw, but it is exactly the same kind of brutality. This is so notorious that juries often ignore the prisoner’s signed confession to the police. Voters don’t want that. The great majority of them detest it. But they seem quite powerless to help it. Govern- ment in that respect is beyond their con- trol. I have never yet known a large American city in which it was not a pretty common opinion among voters that there was lucrative connivance between the police and certain forms of commercialized vice. No plebiscite sanctions that. The use of torture is an infallible sign that the administration of justice is in a barbarousstate. Wherever you find torture, in the past or in the present, you invariably find that law is weak and uncertain. The weakness and uncertainty of criminal law in American cities has been a scandal for many years. Long ago the present Chief Justice of the United States Supreme Court urgently called attention to it. No big American city gives you much better than April 30,1927 a one-to-seven chance that, if you are murdered, the murderer will be punished and other possible murderers will be dis- couraged. Certainly the great bulk of voters don’t want that; but, although the subject has been expounded to them for years, they seem nearly helpless to remedy it. In its elemental function of protecting life, government has got beyond their con- trol. That it is pretty much beyond their con- trol in many other important respects will not, I believe, be disputed by any ob- servant resident of a large city. Voters decidedly don’t want the city government to go on as it is going, but it continues to go that way just the same. And city govern- ment becomes relatively more important every day. In 1888, when New York City shocked James Bryce, Manhattan Island held about as many inhabitants as Detroit has now. Nearly two-fifths of the popula- tion of the United States now lives in cities of 30,000 and up—all of them growing. City government rather than country or small-town government is becoming the typical condition for Americans. Local Extravagance A moment ago I mentioned spoils; but in that respect a new factor of tremendous potency has been introduced by prohibition. The profits of bootlegging offer a potential source of graft on a scale hitherto unknown, and even in small towns. The temptation to predatory politics is everywhere multi- plied by it. That vote on Sunday movies probably affords a fair rough-and-ready indication of how this Florida town stands on the question of prohibition enforcement; but ever since prohibition, whisky in any quantity—saying nothing about quality has been easily procurable here. It is an optimistic voter who can believe that systematic- bootlegging goes on without graft somewhere along the line. At any rate here is a new and ugly menace to democratic government. Local affairs constantly grow more im- portant on the fiscal side. We cheer Cool- idge and Mellon because they have reduced Federal taxes, Federal expenditures and Federal debts. But all the while local gov- ernments have been increasing local ex- penditures, taxes and debts to a degree that about offsets all savings at Washington. Now local governments are spending de- cidedly more public money every year than the Government at Washington spends. In 1925 total ‘‘ordinary expenditures”’ of the Federal Government came to $2,464,169,- 000, while in the year before that revenue receipts of cities of 30,000 inhabitants and up—-leaving out all other local govern- mental bodies and the state governments came to $2,322,573,000. If complete figures for 1926 were available they would undoubtedly show a large increase. Funded indebtedness of local governments already reaches nearly $10,000,000,000. In 1922, the last year for which I have complete figures, all local levies of general- property taxation came to $3,503,725,000. These are the direct taxes on your farm, house, furniture, and so forth, that you pay to the city or county treasurer. In that year receipts of the Federal Government from internal revenue and customs—the two great sources —came to $3,565,703,000. Since then Federal income taxes have been greatly reduced, but local taxes have cer- tainly gone up—probably about as much as Federal taxes have come down. We mere voters seem to be able to make ourselves heard somewhat in Washington. There Republicans and Democrats are all for lower taxes. But local governments in- crease taxes. From the beginning of the record up to 150 years ago government showed a pain- fully persistent tendency to gravitate from the left to the right—to become less demo- cratic, political power passing into fewer and fewer hands. For familiar examples, city republics like Athens and Rome suc- cumbed to a master. After the big break-up Continued on Page 46

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46 (Continued from Page 44 of the Dark Ages we again see city republics over Italy, but again all of them succumb to a ducal boss. Nearly everywhere in Europe the limited monarchy became an absolute monarchy. To be sure, in the past century and a half the movement has been, on the whole, from right to left. But is that bound to be permanent? Even fifteen years ago we Americans were well settled in the comforting convic- tion that democracy was the last word in government— bound to endure forever by its own innate virtues. But especially in the past five years we have heard democracy questioned and challenged as it had not been for 100 years. Certainly our apathy doesn’t strengthen it. Of course we can still laugh at the idea of a revolutionary change in government—and go fishing on election day. We laugh because when revo- lutionary change is mentioned we think of a Napoleon ITI, a Soviet dictatorship, a Mus- solini, and we are sure none of those things will happen. But changes essentially as revolutionary may come about in quite other ways without altering a syllable of vane to hold it from spinning. The winch was mounted in the bomb room amidships and the cask attached to the cable with a pair of strong springs to take up possible jolting Installing an ordinary trench telephone in the cask so that I could com- municate with the control car, I had the helmsman blindfolded and we set out on an experimental flight. As I was lowered some 500 feet below, there came a series of shocks caused by the jerks and stops of the old hand winch. There I hung exactly as if I had been in a bucket in a well. It was not a pleasant sensation by any means, for I did some hasty caleulation and found that the cable and winch were not overstrong. But the test was successful. Frozen Oil for the Motors With a hand compass I could determine the direction I wanted to take. My orders, relayed to the blindfolded helmsman in the control car, were acted upon quickly, and the ship moved wherever I desired her. Back on earth again, we immediately or- dered the construction of an efficient winch, to be driven by one of the main engines on the ship. It held 3000 feet of a high-grade steel cable a quarter of an inch thick and es- peciaily made for us. Inside the cable was a brass core insulated with rubber so that it would serve as a telephone line. The ob- servation car was made of wickerwork, and resembled in form the body of a tiny air- plane, with the regulation tail, rudder and lateral fins. A steering bar permitted the occupant to help control the lateral motion if the airship encountered a disturbance which might set the small observation car swinging unsteadily. This was soon dis- carded as unnecessary. Inside were a com- fortable chair, a chart table, electric light, a lightning protector, a compass and the tele- phone During the first two months of 1915 we experienced great difficulty with the en- gines on the new Z-12, because the oil tanks and pipe installations were not sufficiently protected against extreme cold. I remem- ber that we tried to make a raid on Nancy, the French headquarters in Lorraine, on an exceptionally cold dayin February. Ourship succeeded, without particular effort, in reaching the hitherto unusual altitude of 11,000 feet. There the thermometer dropped past ten below zero; how much more I can- not say, because our instrument dials were not then made to indicate lower tempera- tures. There was no way of heating the control car, in which we had to stand to operate the ship. The men stationed throughout THE SATURDAY the Constitution. I think nobody who con- siders the subject carefully will deny that at present the United States is practically governed by organized minorities; or that local government, when the community passes a certain point in size, is the weakest point. Various remedies are proposed. A good many have already been tried. This Florida town has the full complement of patent devices for making democracy effective— direct primaries, referendum, recall; nearly all officers who hold executive, legislative or judiciary power are directly elected by the people. But if people are only languidly interested in public affairs all those devices are worse than useless, for they give a false sense of security. Every now and then somebody proposes some other patent remedy, such as com- pelling eligibles to vote or pay a fine. But that. is just sticking to the fatuous notion that the trouble can be cured by another law. That notion has been the direct diffi- culty all along. We have wanted to tinker up the democratic machine with new laws, so that it would operate automatically and EVENING POST we wouldn’t have to bother about it any more. Wanting to escape bother is pre- cisely what the trouble consists of. If a man votes merely to escape a fine, he would better not vote at all. Mere voting will not go far. The disease is lack of interest in public affairs; nonvoting is only one symptom of it. I was brought up, politically, to admire the independent voter. A great number of Americans of my generation were. That ideal patriot was to save the country by holding himself strictly aloof from all po- litical organizations and casting his vote impartially for the best men and the best measures that either or any party brought forward for hisimmaculate approval. Thus, of course, the best men and the best meas- ures would always win. That conclusion looked as simple and irrefutable as two times two. Once upon a time I was proud of being an independent voter. But I have come to perceive that the in- dependent voter is a mere fraud and de- lusion. His vaunted detachment from all political organization is nothing but a poor excuse for his laziness. To belong, in any THE ZEPPELINS (Continued from Page 25 the hull fared as badly, and I feared that the engine crews would freeze their fingers working on the motors. The situation be- came serious when one of the three engines stopped. While we were trying to get it started, another went dead. The oil had frozen into solid blocks inside the tanks. With only one engine it would be suicidal to risk flying over Nancy, so I turned round to come back, when I found that we would be lucky indeed if we were to reach the hangar. Finally we had to rip apart the oil tanks, pick out the chunks of oil, break them into small chips and feed them almost directly into the engine through the small oil-cleaner tank. In a similar manner we got another engine started and dragged ourselves back home. We then had a number of changes made in the fuel and oil installations, and on March eighth flew the Z-12 from Frankfort to Maubeuge, which was to be our airport. Maubeuge, being in captured French terri- tory close to the Belgian border, placed us relatively near the enemy objectives. Three days after our arrival we received a copy of the order authorizing the raids on England. It read something like this: Until further order, the command is to make bombing raids, whenever possible, on military objects in England, preferably London. That was general enough. It gave me authority to pick my own time and use my own judgment as to just where we should fly. This was essential, for I should have to reckon with the weather. For days it prevented our making an attempt, and the members of my crew became very restless. They wanted to be first over London. They could not be first over England, because two navy Zeppelins—L-3 and L-4—had raided the English east coast on the nine- teenth of January, but we still had a chance to make the first attack on the capital. Weather Difficulties All airship commanders experienced diffi- culty raiding the enemy in the west because of the peculiar navigational problems. No accurate forecast of the weather could be obtained. In Europe, as elsewhere in the northern hemisphere, weather generally comes from the west. In other words, the storm areas develop somewhere in the northern part of the American continent and cross the Atlantic, thus striking the coasts of the British Isles and France with very little warning. The system of peace- time weather reports from steamers at sea was in the initial stages of development when the war started. Even today it is hardly adequate. The weather forecaster in Western Europe has a most difficult task, unlike his colleague in the United States, where in most instances new dis- turbances in the West can be checked and analyzed and the Middle and Eastern states forewarned. This, by the way, af- fords the United States a tremendous ad- vantage over Europe in all aviation. When meteorological service for aircraft is thor- oughly organized here, it will more than compensate for the greater violence of American weather, which is caused by the topography. Off for a Raid For us, during the war period, there was rarely any accurate advance knowledge concerning the weather on our projected course. The German meteorological head- quarters was established in Belgium, and the most advanced outpost permitted our observers was at the Front—less than 100 miles away. That was almost useless, for a storm center traveling as slowly as twenty miles an hour would pass over or turn in its course or perform any of countless unfore- seen twists before we could be warned of it. We were often compelled, therefore, to set out blindly on flights which might last twenty hours. This necessitated our using the strictest care in reading the weather from our ships, observing the peculiarities of each cloud bank, the wind at various heights, the tem- perature and barometric readings. I should estimate that 30 per cent of the flights to- ward France or England were interrupted by unforeseen weather changes; and this would be a low average, considering that the Zeppelins went out whenever it seemed at all possible. Even moderate winds in an unfavorable direction menaced the success of a flight, for the heavily laden craft could carry only a certain quantity of fuel, and a head wind might reduce the actual speed just enough to keep the ship within reach of the enemy longer than advisable, or endanger it on the return, in case of partial damage or engine trouble. Rain, too, if heavy enough, by creating additional weight on the ship, might prevent its reaching a sufficient al- titude, and so would thick clouds or fog. In addition, we could not employ most of the normal aids to navigation because of war conditions. In flight we often had diffi- culty checking the prevailing winds and weather. In war all facilities were either unavailable or limited in application. Radio communication was too dangerous. The enemy could intercept radio messages and locate our ship. I never used it on an out- ward flight, and only during emergencies while returning home. Astronomical ob- servations were often impossible because April 30,1927 real sense, to any organization means tak- ing some pains about it, attending some meetings, listening to committee reports, considering, consulting, working with the organization. Only in that way, as cities grow, can voters exercise any steadily ef- fectual influence on public affairs. That, of course, involves some bother. Independent voters want to escape the bother. I have been talking about local affairs. National political organizations need have nothing to do with them; but organization of some kind is the only answer. Through association with other voters whose objects in the main are similar to his own, any voter can, with a minimum. of time and effort, keep in touch with affairs and make his weight felt in them. An organization can collect facts, study questions through committees, get important expert advice, look up candidates, and so on, where an individual is practically helpless. Voters who want areal look-in have got to organize. Only in that way can they exert a steady influence. As our cities continue to grow detached, casual voters are going to count for about as much as so many rabbits. we could not see the stars. The landmarks discernible at night were few and gen- erally difficult to identify. In peacetime, cities and towns are bril- liantly lighted, lighthouses operated on all coasts and the ship free to fly as low as may be necessary. Navigation then is a simple matter. Often we would not even use our floating flares designed to make a fixed spot on the surface by which we could calculate the wind drift. Our only aids while operating from Belgium were two lighthouses on that coast especially equipped for throwing beams upward. One was at Ostend, the other to the east at Steenbrugge. The straight line between these two beams of light extended across directly to the mouth of the Thames. By keeping the lights in line as long as they were visible, we could determine the wind direction, at least during the initial period. Ample experience in judging cloud forma- tions was our mainstay in checking the further developments of wind velocity and the changes at varying altitudes. On the sixteenth of March the weather seemed to improve, and we made ready for the first raid on London, waiting only for the late weather reports that evening. But in the upper air the wind was still blowing a gale. We did not get away until the next night. The Z-12 was loaded with about three tons of mixed bombs, and in the quiet eve- ning air we arose and passed out over Os- tend to the North Sea. We arrived over the English coast about ten o’clock. There we found one of the thickest fogs that ever mantled the British Isles. Those fogs which cause so much trouble in times of peace saved England considerable damage during the war, just as centuries ago they protected her coasts from the raids of sea- faring enemies. London's Friendly Clouds I put the Z-12 up to 10,000 feet, as high as she would take her heavy load of bombs and fuel. But we could not get through the cloud banks which clung tenaciously to the fog belt. We circled about in all directions, trying to locate the River Thames from the formation of the clouds, but could not find it. Ordinarily the cloud banks above the river would be thinner and more uneven than over land, but now they were too thick. Finally we sent the ship down al- most to the surface, but even there we could not find the river. All that we received for our trouble was a hot fire from a battery which we could not identify, so did not bother to answer it. By this time we were Continued on Page 49 Oc3

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I LOOK upon P. A. as something more than merely a wonderful pipe-tobacco. To me, Prince Albert is a friend in a very real sense. From the physical side, it is friendly to my tongue and throat. I can hit it up from morning to mid- night with never a regret. It is the companionship of P. A. that I had particularly in mind. When I’m tempted to fly off the handle, P. A. seems to say: “Steady, old boy; ten years from now it won’t matter.” And I cool off. When things are riding pretty, P. A. is there to cheer with me. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST PRINGE ALBERT —no other tobacco April 30,1927 P. A. means a lot to me I tell you, Men, if you don’t know Prince Albert as a daily companion, you don’t know how much comfort and joy your pipe is prepared to bring you. Buy ’ a tidy red tin today on my recommenda- p tion. Throw back the hinged lid and revel in that rare P. A. aroma. . A. is sold everywhere in tidy red tins, pound and half-pound tin humi- dors, and pound crystal-glass humidors with sponge-moistener top. And always with every bit of bite and parch removed by the Prince Albert process ees Then pack a load in your pipe and light up. You'll find it cool and consol- ing. You'll be amazed that any tobacco can be so mild and, at the same time, so completely satisfying. I’d like to bet that you'll be a P.A. fan after that first marvelous pipe-load. is like it!

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wes THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 19 (Continued from Page 46 surface, something which was proved to be We must have sent a ton ar i ha é some miles inland and the game of finding a scientific impossibility plosives into the fort there came a ° London remained as difficult as finding a It was while returning from that raid peculiar \ ition and a kr ng ind at Cc 1S simple way to end the war. that I had my first real accident. We had _ An instant later the crew in the rear engine Rather than waste the entire night in sighted our landing lights at Maubeuge car telephoned forward that the starboard what was a futile attempt from the start, I had brought the ship to within 400 feet propeller had vanished and had apparently olu mn we turned the ship about and headed for of the ground and was weighing off that is, been hurled into the gas bag On inspe Calais. To our surprise, conditions there stopping the engines and allowing the craft tion we found no trace of the propeller, but were ideal for using the observation car. to rise or fall according to the conditions there was a big hole in the env e on the Our Weekly Letter The clouds lay over both land and sea, of buoyancy. Our forward motion had hull and asmaller one in the le of their lower strata some 4000 feet from the ceased. The altitude recorder indicated a a gas ce We made for me anding surface, and in that space the air was as_ slow sinking and I had turned around to safely a few hours later. After a thoroug! clear as a crystal. We could make out the _ signal for the engines to start, when I saw search we concluded that a fragment lights of Calais while miles distant, and tall chimneys rising up black and stark shell had hit the propeller, damaging it prepared the car for service. Baron Gem- The weather had chan e barome sufficiently to disturb its balance t mingen and I had several times argued as _ ter had fallen four inches i an twelve ing it off the shaft to which of us would be the first to ride in hours and the altimeter, being controlled the car during araid. I wanted to doit, but by the barometric pressure, had registered A Raid on Paris he was equally insistent and finally he our height 300 feet higher than it actually made it plain that it was his duty, as ob- was. None of us had seen how close to the On March twentieth the captains of three server, to go below, while I remained with surface we were until then, and before we army airshiy Z-10, LZ-35 SL-2, re the ship in charge of operations could throw out ballast the ship reached ceived orders to raid P that night if Approaching Calais, we throttled down the ground. Fortunately it had noforward | i the engines so that they would make the speed, and on a plain field no damage would the month before at Douai, Cambrai, 4 minimum noise while still permitting us to have resulted. But here we dropped on a Noyon and other places, to facilitate navi- maneuver and turn in our tracks if neces- railroad between a group of factories on gation. When hearir n air their sary. Gemmingen was lowered about a half the outskirts of our landing field. The for vicinity, the attendants were to flash their mile below the ship and we ascended into ward car struck a highway bridge over the code name quickly and turn off the t the clouds. He The SL-2 was said, later, that he struck while over had felt lonely f the trenches on the down there by him- Ni ; ea gy ene tirew. ber bombs “Tes Miserables” the big Zeppelin nto ¢ I 7 disappear from ‘ I sight it seemed as Great film achievement makes Hugo’s epic live again if he were a dis- = , For once, at least, ! am going to let someone else do the talking in this Weekly Letter. And the reason for it is a remarkable review of “‘Les Miser- ables,’’ Universal’s Film de France Tri- umph, written by S. Morgan Powell! and published in the Montrea! Star of March ! This is what Mr. Powell wrote embodied spirit floating about in Space. By the time we arrived over the city he was half a mile above the surface, with per- fectly clear vision; and his tiny car ing in all direc and a battery far be to the south of the “There cannot be two can- raiders was firing did opinions about the quality of could not be seen madly into a cloud the French film, ‘‘Les Miserables,” the by the puzzled that had floated screen version made by Cine-Roman of watchers below. into a searchlight Victor Hugo’s epic novel. It is great, no 2% , ry > r 2 ¥ £ . They heard our beam The gun- matter by what standard or from what . viewpoint you dge | jreat in 1cep- ners thought it was I judge it—grea concep a Zeppelin For reasons best known CAgMeCs, ol sine resi tion, great in design, great in execution, and all the light artillery from the forts was directed toward the sound. Sut the sky was broad. Their fire was utterly futile. Only once did a and great in the quality of the acting an the vision of the producers to themselves, the “T} a re ial French kept the 1e picture is a remarkabie capital brilliantly example of what intelligence, re- lighted, unlike spect for an author’s work, and the inspi- London, which al- ration a work of genius affords sincere wavs was dark- artists, can achieve when applied to the lh . interpretation upon the silver sheet of a ened. The River salvo come near enough for us to notice the detona- tions when the novel that possesses tne elements of im- Seine appeared like mortality sine Geiciath ts “Many, of the best-known city. The raiders names in the French theatre were proud to take part in this picture. The a black band run- shells burst. Peering out of could see the Fiying Over the Maas, Belgium, During Flight From Frankfurt to Maubeuge, 1915 story, as they tell it, picks out the princi the control car we flashes from the : ‘ pal dramatic incidents in the novel, always could not see any- heavy guns in the ' P 5 TL. Aan ae ee , } : 7 : eee ae ol ens hk preserving the main theme—the reget thing, not even Gemmingen. The darkness tracks and the rear end of the ship settle d forts, busy w sending up their big shells, oratien of tumenity theench the inte and mist surrounded us like an impenetra- into a railroad cut. The tail caught in a which of course invariably dropped back ence of goodness in man ble wall; but Gemmingen by this time was _ telegraph pole and ripped away part of the into the city, some in the residential sec- “The d t sortion . , > dramatic . s sending up his orders through the tele- steering gear. Jumping out and finding the — tions to create considerable damage. e¢ rama! ic proporuiol phone, giving directions by compass. We _ extent of the damage, I sent out guards to The anti-aircraft batteries proved ir of the book have been ingenious circled over the fortress for forty-five min- stop all trains, and then waited for daylight, effective, their bursts being largely far be preserved. As to acting, this is me Sess a acting of a nation whose theatre has led PUL utes, Gemmingen taking his time sothat he meanwhile mooring the Z-12 to some tele- low : s Captain and behind the sl Ips ; ] ‘ the world. Nota single réle, no matter how could plant his bombs with precision. graph poles. After we had towed the craft Horn of the Z-10, told me, “ We had strong : " : F a : trifling, is insignificant, because each is into the hangar next morning, we found were flying at only SOOO interpreted with care, with due regard for Accidents in the Air that it would require fourteen days before started fifteen miles values, and witha sound sense of proportion repairs could be completed. e city and it took u OT, ; 1 th : : _ - , 7 , : , C ‘ally, moreover, this He had little difficulty directing the oper- I had another accident shortly after we to cross and recross the ecnnically, me re V i ations, and at intervals he would quietly had taken theairagain. This time we were city, all that time in a perfect hell of searc} picture is comparable with the P + 4] ss , ee , } ’ ’ est ar } » The photography is not} order afewsmall bombs dropped,then larger also bound for England, which was proving _ lights and gunfire finest anywhe a lhe photography is not! . 1 1 ° # short wonder! i he k mht ones, andso on. Five separate attacks not altogether a lucky objective for us, Yet both ships dropped their bombs acted Mies. Ciddaas Oe : tat \ were made, taking in the railway station, for we were again turned back. Therain Reuter’s reporting the destruction of a Les Migevestes the storehouses on the docks, the arsenal commenced pouringintorrentsaswecruised munitions factory, said: “ Half of the build and other points. Again and again we through the night above the North Sea ing, which was operating at the time, ( ae te mY” } ] } ] i é C 4 Ake saw the light ovals made by the search- and as the water gathering on the hull so razed, s attered, split ina thou 1 piece . 4 F lights as the rays struck the clouds and were weighted it that we could not gain sufficient he rest of the factory looks as if it had ae ’ , . . (To be continued next week) blocked as if they were playing on a great altitude for successful bombing, we had to been caught in an immense vortex. A great 3 = me . es lt yo ant t € r] ng st send laver of cotton thousands of acres in ex- call it off. But we did not desire to returr hole in the ground is filled with girder si ’ hot gs tent empty-handed after such a wetting. As we beams and débris.” It was a admitted Later we learned that Calais had been should have to pass close to Dunkirk on _ that an electric-power generating int had y 7 “mm Cc . b d ' Sy thrown into a turmoil not only by th e our return, we decided to dump the bomb been struck. iu JA re | . _" bombing but by the fact that the airship into the fortress there The LZ-35, on leaving the city, was pur a sane a = . +7 | Fit could not be seen. We were credited with They gave us a merry fight, peppering sued by anti-aircraft guns mounted or P oe { . 1D tC * all sorts of ingenuity. It was decided that the air with shrapnel. We realized that a automobiles and other cars containing J a AX de a ») we had perfected a mirror and color sys- stray shell might find us, but continued ~archlights, but her commander shoo} considerable effect. the enemy by deflecting | irse over the 730 Fifth Ave., New York City tem which made our ship invisible from the dropping bombs wit

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who knows? who cares? Wurar is rr that makes the new (,oodyear Ball so Jong, so true, socontrollable? Isit the new core? the new winding? the new cover? new All-Weather marking? Who knows—and, really, who cares’ It’s enough to know that it costs only 75¢ and that it the plays SO wonderfully. he best place to try a golf ball is on the golf course oratory, cut it up in a lab- photograph it, or uiything else. You may do these things and only prove that the new Goodyear Bal SCle ntifically balanced, ac- curately cored, wound, and CoV ered, But what makes it such a mg ball? What gives it that 4 sweet ‘click’’? What makes it immune to cuts, bruises, i ind scuffs? Why does it ride so straight, so swift, so : obediently? Me % No de ubt,scientific explana- tions will be forthcoming as its fame spreads, —_— : : inthemeantime,don tworry yourself about it. Just play the ball the new Goodyear fall with the All-Weather Mesh, or dimpled, if you preter The new Goodyear Ball either All-Weather Mesh or Dimple is 7 5e. The Cro0od year Regular—either mesh or dimple—and the Good ur Glide are 50¢, Ask yout pre te ional Vad the maker f Goodyear Tires GOOD, YEAR big forests north of Paris. Passing the lines, he was fired at, but the ship received only about a hundred holes, and was able to reach home. The Z-10 was not so lucky. **Dawn was breaking as we reached the battle lines near Noyon,’’ Captain Horn told me. ‘‘The French had been waiting for us. It was fortunate that they had no incendiary projectiles, for despite our height of 10,000 feet—the highest we could possibly reach—the Z-10 was hit by two complete salvos from a battery that had managed to get the exact range. Shells and shrapnel, striking at an angle, went through two or three gas cells at a time. One solid shell went through the ship and two shrap- nels missed the control car by inches. “We continued at top speed until the lines were passed. No airplanes pursued us, the artillery evidently thinking they could handle the Z-10 nicely; or else the pilots did not care to go up into that un- healthy, shell-pestered atmosphere. “We were losing gas at a terrific rate, because half the cells were more like sieves than anything else; and we were glad to see several German planes come out to es- cort us back and protect us from enemy machines, had they pursued. “The engineer, with two men, had been making the rounds continuously, and after we had left the fire zone he climbed THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ordered to take her to the Eastern Front and operate under Marshal von Hindenburg’s forces against Russia. Throughout the war Hindenburg held a high opinion of the Zeppelins and the ways by which they could, and did, aid his army in several campaigns; though at first his experience with airships paralleled that of the general staff on the Western Front. Day- light reconnaissance with the prewar types was not only hazardous but often futile. At the start three airships had been as- signed to operate on the Russian Front prewar types which were experimental at best. Yet they made many daylight scouting flights and night raids. The old Z-4, under Captain Quast, accomplished wonders when you reflect that it was small, low-powered and inadequately equipped. This was the Zeppelin which had landed in France in April, 1913, attracting world- wide attention at the time. Her experience then served to illustrate the navigational difficulties which we were up against even during normal periods. She was bound for the German fortress of Metz, and shortly after leaving the Zeppelin works at Fried- ran into thick weather. The wind shifted during the night, and though her commander did not blowing in the direction opposite to that richshafen know it, was down into the con- trol car and ported five losing gas rapidly, with another emp- tying more slowly. The elevator man reported the Z-10 sinking heavily at more than a foot and ahalfasecond. “T then brought the ship down to less than 4000 feet, so as to shrink the gas by the in- creased pressure of the air at lower altitudes, and to cause the remain- ing gas to stay a little longer in the upper part of the cells, where there re- cells were not so many holes “T knew, how- ever, that we could ome not reach our : ton ae = hangar at Brus- sels. We threw out everything to lighten the ship machine guns, gas- oline and oil tanks, tools and equip- ment. Then our thick fur coats went overboard, and finally our boots. not stay up we did the next best thing came down, without injury to the crew, in a field near St. Quentin.” So long as we could With Hindenburg in the East In April an order was issued prohibiting raids on London and this stood until it was reversed late in May. Early in that month I tried to reach Boulogne, but was held back by strong head winds. In view of the weather and prospects for a busy summer, I decided to overhaul the Z-12 and make ready for better service. But she was not prepared when the new order permitting London raids was issued. As a result the LZ-38 had the field to itself. After a first attempt on April twenty- ninth, in reach- ng Harwich at the mouth of the Thames, which was bombed, the LZ-38 two days later got over London and was the first Zeppelin to bomb that city. \ few days later, while rushing the work Z-12, and I were in which it succeeded only Gemmingen Lehmann's Ship LZ+120, Leaving Kovuno on its Way to Petrograd had formed the basis for his calcu- He carried no re was no way to advise him which lations when he radio and th of the shifting wind him learning of it by direct observation, so when the fog lifted the next morning the Zeppelin was over French territory. She might have been turned about and sent back into Germany, but the captain desired to avoid diplomatic complications and a cause for complaint on the part of France, though he was only a few miles from the border. He landed quite volun- tarily on French soil near Luneville. This ) an excel- took off Dense fog prevented of course gave the French officials lent opportunity to inspect the Zeppelin. From August to October, 1914, the Z-4 worked under Hindenburg. Captain Quast would set out with machine guns and the crude bombs of that time. Flying only a few hundred feet over the Russian troops he would in a pitched battle, in which had a urned with no less engage the soldiers on the ground Onc ft than 300 holes in the gas cells the forts at Warsaw and huge target e he re He bombed | times several April 30,1927 accounted for important railway junctions near the Polish city. Later the Z-4 was withdrawn from active service and used as a training ship. A sister craft, Z-5, was less fortunate. Her captain, Gruener, made late in August, bringing back f a fine flight details of the concentration of enemy troops near Novogeorgievsk. Three days later he bombed an entire regiment of Cossacks in a successful surprise attack, an¢ with information about the main Army being assembled to oppose i returned Russian Hinden- burg. This success made the crew over- daring, a fault that I have observed generaily among many flying men. Prisoners in Siberia When the Z-5 attacked the railway yards at Mlawa during the day of August twenty- eighth, she was little more than a mile hig The artillery peppered her with shrapnel inside the enemy ines near Liepovick. While the crew were trying to burn the wreck they were captured. Later they were sent to the prison camps in Siberia. In I 1917 one of them escaped, reported the det had Captain Gruener and returning to ails of how most rvation and Germany, of the otners died ol disease 4 a compan- They disguised th n esc aped. em- Russian police while trying to snip n tne east the Schutte- yA She made everal successful lay ght 1 hts for the A Army in °C 1 Ol noin lin, or out x Vit! an diate stop lortress mysl then trarz to the Western Front to replace a ship lost there. This left the east without airships, but there was slight need of them at that for the Front wasvery quiet Hindenburg’s vic- tory of Tannen- berg. The mars was planning his offensive of 1915. He requested that as many airships as possible be sent him for the campaign that summer, and in March was given three my former Sachsen, then under Captain George, the Z-11 and the LZ-34. All three raided Warsaw, Grodno, Kovno and fortresses, but the Z-11 was wrecked during an emergency landing that May, and a few days later the LZ-34 was destroyed whil time, following other being taken out of the hangar in a cross wind. Only the old Sachsen remained on the Eastern Front, so Marshal Hindenburg asked for more airships, explaining that he desired the latest and most efficient types. the LZ-39 and my Z-12 had been assigned to his com- mand. Our was at Allenstein, a quaint medieval town nestling among green last Prussia. It the Russians during Following several requests, station forests and blue lakes in | had been occupied by ry advance some months be- and as they had planned to locate advanced main there, ad not Continued on Page 52 their tempor: fore, their they h headquarters wre ked t

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THE SATURDAY Continued from Page 50 The German population at Allenstein nad fared rather well at the hands of the enemy and many were the stories concern- ing the Russian occupation. I recall one of a boy of seventeen. He had been the so- called Piccolo, that is, the youngest ap- prentice waiter at the principal hotel. When the rest of the staff, including the manager, had fled before the invaders, he had re- mained. When a group of Russian officers entered the hotel he donned a black and mustache and greeted them as if he ere the proprietor. Then, with the aid of an aged cook, he set about catering to them. The generals lived at the hotel and it became the favorite resort of the officers. So well did the lad work himself into their good graces that he was able to sell them wines and liquors from his cellars at twice the normal prices. I often wonder what became of this enterprising youth who dis- played such remarkable nerve. The day after our arrival Baron Gem- mingen and I drove to Létzen, where Marshal Hindenburg had established his headquarters in a hotel. We were received by the extremely able Colonel Hoffman, later general, then adjutant to Ludendorff. Gemmingen had been with Ludendorff on the general staff in Berlin some years be- fore the war, and the two were personal friends. This helped both of us consider- ably. As officers in a new branch of the military service we would naturally be reluctant to advance our ideas, but Hoff- man soon put us at ease, and at the proper time we felt quite free to suggest in detail just how the Zeppelins might be employed to best advantage. During a brief stroll about the little city Hoffman outlined the military situation and we gave him our ideas for operating. Before seeing General Ludendorff we lunched at the home of the general-staff officers, among whom were many Austrians who had been assigned to study German methods. The Austrians were then running their own show in the south, but a few months later Hindenburg was to be in ab- solute charge of all operations in the east. beard The Russian Campaign Whatever may have been said, written or believed about General Ludendorff, what- ever one may think of his later political activities, he certainly is one of the most energetic and forceful men and brilliant military spirits of his time, and, I am con- vinced, an unexcelled expert in army strat- egy and tactics. He was the genius behind the Russian campaign. ‘*Gemmingen has told me of your quali- fications,”” he said when I was presented, having waited in an anteroom until my comrade and friend had spent some min- utes with him. “] first naval officer under my command you as the Let welcome us go over to the maps.” The tables in a yreat room near his office were lit- tered with maps and papers, and the walls were pa- pered with still larger maps, all covered with col- ored lines and Hoffman and a young cap- tain from the gen- eral staff were also there. Ludendorff pointed out the more important places which had been designated as stickers. objectives in the campaign; then he was called away, leaving the others to finish outlining the problem. The spirit of the man was such that EVENING POST it seemed, revolved about him, was divided into minutes and was called upon to deal with it and an in- into another. He and for all the others everything, and his time moments in take up a subject, stant later plunge Hindenburg set the pace at headquarters. They were up at six in the morning and at their desks until eight o’clock. Break- fast was followed by a short stroll, and they were g incoming reports by At 12:30 they had a simple luncheon, working till from dinner at 8 or after midnight. put in even more which he back receivir nine, returning at Then they came back 8:30 and worked until of the staff officers strenuous hours. We were asked to suggest just what we might do to help the army, and it was agreed that we should operate at first near Warsaw, then destroy the between the Polish capital and Diinaburg. one and seven. Some rail connections The Field Marshal’s Guest The night of our arrival at headquar- ters, Gemmingen and I were guests at Hin- denburg’s house. It had been a palatial country home and was a most fitting place for the marshal to receive numbers of visi- tors. I was amazed at the display of gold and silver insignia and decorations which adorned the uniforms of all the guests ex- cept myself. As a plain naval lieutenant I felt quite out of place, for all the others held much higher rank. The Austrian cav- alry officers wore dress uniforms the mag- nificence of which I had never before seen. Shortly before dinner was announced Marshal Hindenburg entered the room and shook hands and exchanged a few words with everybody. Before the adjutant could pronounce my name, he exclaimed jovially: ‘Hello, we have the navy with us. Are we going to have some under-sea boats here?”’ ‘At your command, I replied. ‘No, but 1 ships.” He then welcomed Gemmingen and in- quired as to Count Zeppelin's health, mean- while leading us into one of the dining rooms, two of which were required to ac- commodate the guests. Though my rank should have placed me out at another table, I found myself, with Gemmingen, at that of our host, with Ludendorff and other German and Austrian generals Dinner finished within fifteen min- utes and the marshal took Ludendorff A half hour later he re- g with other guests Hoffman, Gem

Mr. Field Marshal,” rather some overland was aside for a conference. turned, and after talkin sat down with Colonel mingen and myself. The conversation, as I recall it, was a frank discussion of the situation. It was Hindenburg’s opinion then June, 1915— that a decision could not be obtained on the Western Front until after

The Rhine Fiowing From the Lake of Constance April 30,1927 the Kussians had been utterly defeated. He believed he could accomplish their defeat that summer if given the additional troops he had requested. When we again met Colonel Hoffman, in September, he said that Hindenburg would the entire Russian Army and thereby achieved the destruction of the Bear’s power, had he two addi tional divisions he desired. have enveloped been given the

Late June we commenced operating with General von Gallwitz’s army. The battle lines were then drawn closely to the political frontier, and Russ had well equipped forts extending along the border from Warsaw to Rovno. The River Narew marked the border for miles and also formed an obstacle to our army, which was to attack Warsaw from the rear. To the northeast of Warsaw was fortified. Pultusk, 1 We were ordered to bomb the in rong! strongly fantry and field fortifications there, just before dawn on the wry of attack, thus diverting the enemy and enabling the army to come in and surprise him. Setting out shortly found the entire region blank fog, hours, it did not | fog accomplished the for the Germans approached un cover of the mist and breaking through the Meanwhile the attack was throughout the east. The Germans were pushing forward throughout the north and the Austro-German Army making progress in the south. Hindenburg used the three Zeppelins most effective Our prin cipal task was to } retreating foe and disrupt his railway service so that he should not escape the German after midnight, we In hea\ \ and though we cruised about several eted

ft and we had to return Same mission, however, der succeeded in Russian lines. general general was

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embrace. Cutting the Trunk Lines The great t 1 and Petrograd, and Warsaw to Diin: Russian hands and carefully only way to reach them was by means of our ships. While the litt operated with excell

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guarded. le old Sachsen still nt success against the forts of Lomza, the LZ-39 against Tlusez and Novogeorgievsk, my Z-12 con centrated on this trunk rail

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on the stations of Malkin and Bialyst The one thing that temporarily interru us was the weather, and that only once The July nights are short in that northern latitude. During cloudless weather too bright to make raiding possible, but by August we were in full Z-12 dropped tons of explosives on those objectives. Phen one away from A] with eight hours’ and three tons of intended for I sent the ship over the very

the moon was swing and our about nine nignt we sailed lenstein fuel supply nearly bombs sialystok. lines and or ly f niantry fire without being detected in advance, greete d us. About five miles Irom the railway yards at Bialy- stok, we could see the « ty bril liantly lighted and apparently una- ware of our ap- proach. Suddenly the whole district was darkened and two batteries alongside the tracks opened fire on us. But we could make out our target, and even could see heavy trains being 1 shunted back and forth in apparent haste to get them away before we commenced bomb- ing. Theshrapnel Continued on Page 55

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Continued from Page 52) irsts were so high above us that I decided »rematr at the same altitude, lor in order to ascend above the danger zone I should ive to pass through their barrage. Now id then one of the four searchlights picked

no nearer. is up, but the artillery 1 concluded that the

eld guns with their | planted ditches to pitch them at an angle. As iming this to be correct, I felt that tl id expected us to atta it least ! a mue higner rherefore the had fixed the ins at such an angle that we were safé t OW tl i y Wo ait t T ) me to itior We I nute i¢ or tne entral i ird nd tralir My. mall mb a pped on ne sid wrought considerable damage. | then sa ne g long train on the main track, with eral others alongside. Bringing the ship iown t ttle more than a half mile above t, we dropped hall our heaviest bombs and mmediate ‘ ed that we had made a great hit I} t s were loaded wit} immunit hundreds of ns of ex ‘ As our bombs struck they blev p one ( ad aft i T until that ent unction was a seething hell of flame cl car, as it exploded, sent a ter! blast u V S King Our cralt with the torce { trip-nammer Diow while the project ind iragments came eaming past Ut! Z _ I si Ste rl Che r ( eS 4 it the a ol ou wr t Vy nes \s the searcl hts and batteries were I Vv outo ommission, we lost no timé ing | er to avoid being struck by t n es from below; and from our position e and a half ab ve, the destruction more plainly seen. Bialystok required more attention. What had been a m: nt railway inct ow en- tire ie! lished ng a tortune n munitior lurning about, we tox r two near-by places—-a smaller rail junc- tion and a bridge. We blew them up witl

the remaining ton of bombs, and then I wrote on our log thi enemy loss as the re- ilt of one short flight with an airship and ree tons of bombs. We had been very lucky, not having received a blow. But as I steered a straight course homeward it de- i tnat our lu was about to change. The route lay over the Russian strong hold of O vets, and | had to take it be- cause we had only enough fuel for the 1ickest possible flight to Allenstein. As a thick layer of mist and low clouds seemed to be enveloping the swamps and forest I thought we might pass Ossovets without being seen. But they heard our engines, and we could see the beams of their sea ghts ast y ( inst t! bottom ol the 1d [n- tead of pene ng them, the rays howed the fami] lar lum ou cir- cles and ovals, lit- tle patches of light

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They made an ideal ground party. We were only ten miles from the station and they were rushing gas and fuel by truck. But we would not need it. The sun was out. It was drying the ship and ex- panding the remaining gas. Though we had one rear cell empty and two others half gone, I knew we had sufficient buoyancy to get away if we reduced the crew to three or four, including myself. They came aboard. The Russians and others held the Z-12 in leash by means of ropes until I gave the word. We arose slowly and, with the one motor purring sweet music in our ears, made direct for Allenstein, landing and docking the ship within half an hour after the start. A few minutes later a hail squall swept over the hills and valleys. As doors creaked and the shutters banged against the walls of our quarters, I rolled into my blankets, breath- ing softly, ‘The luck of a Zeppelin pilot.” While my ship was being repaired a new Zeppelin—-the LZ-79—which had just ar- rived in the east, was operating over the southern part of the war theater. She was among the first of the new types to have more than 1,000,000 cubic feet gas capacity and was longer and wider. Her stern tapered to a finer point, thus creating a bet- ter streamlined shape, which gave her more speed, in addition to her greatly improved carrying capacity. The LZ-79 made an excellent flight that same night that our Z-12 was over Bialys- tok. She had started from Posen, far back in the interior of Germany. Her crew re- ceived great assistance in their navigation, because of the countless fires set by the re- treating Russians. So they were able to reach their objective—the fortress and rail- way junction of Brest-Litovsk—at about midnight. War and Philosophy There the Russian forces were concen- trating, hoping to stem the tide of the German-Austrian advance. Any consider- able interference with their railroad facil- ities was, therefore, of supreme importance. The LZ-79 dropped a full dozen of her heaviest bombs squarely in the middle of the conveniently lighted railway yard, turned to the southeast, and at 2:30 A.M. devoted the rest of her load to the junction of Kovel. Then Captain Gaissert, the com- mander, started home against stiff north- west winds, arriving without incident at noon. He had flown 1000 miles, with un- favorable winds, inside of seventeen hours, and had thrown about 3000 pounds of ex- plosives. Two weeks later Gaissert again set out for Brest-Litovsk, arriving over the city just in time to see the Russians themselves try to destroy it. Unable to hold it longer, they had sacrificed the entire city. It was now a seething mass of flame, with pil- lars of black smoke ascending miles high. Gaissert gave the scene a wide berth and swung over the principal railroad, which the enemy needed badly to facilitate the removal of troops and supplies. Gaissert placed his bombs systematically and the EVENING POST movement of trains was stopped. The main result was that the Russians had to abandon most of their supplies. It was officially noted as the destruction of the junction at Luninez. After that the LZ-79 was trans- ferred back to the Western Front. Early in September I was again in the air with the Z-12, having lost three weeks in repairs, chiefly because of red tape which delayed the arrival of parts. Our new sta- tion was to be at Kénigsberg, the old uni- versity town where Kant lived and taught his immortal philosophy. It was now a military center, and comfortably near our next objective—the railways radiating from the Russian fortress of Vilna. These raids differed little from previous attacks. They were mostly successful. The enemy’s lines of communication were broken up repeatedly, only craterlike holes remaining where his railroad yards and stations had stood. We were never ‘attacked by air- planes on these flights, though, returning to the hangar after a raid, one of my gun- ners thought he saw a plane in the dis- tance and fired at it Stormbound in the Hangar We had another quarry during these weeks of activity on that part of the Front. It was the Grand Duke Nicholas, uncle of the Czar and commander in chief of the {ussian armies. Grand Duke Nicholas is still living. He succeeded in retreating in an unbroken line across Poland with his army. It did not extend clear to the Baltic, so Hinden- burg tried to outflank that wing and if possible capture the whole northern army. But the retreat was not cut off. Hinden- burg lacked sufficient troops with which to push through into the rear of the enemy. The situation came to a standstill for the winter and I was ordered to take the Z-12 over to Darmstadt in the west. In my pocket I carried a telegram from Marshal Hindenburg which, translated, reads: To the commander, officers and crew of the Z-12 on the occasion of their transfer from my command, I express my thanks and apprecia- tion of their excellent achievements and best wishes for luck and success in their further activities, VON HINDENBURG. An incident connected with our de- parture from Kénigsberg will illustrate the urgent need for experience in the laying out of airship stations. A spell of bad weather set in with the receipt of my trans- fer orders. Heavy winds assailed the hangar, blowing at an angle against the end which held the only door. To have attempted to take out the ship against that cross wind would have been equivalent to wrecking it deliberately. The shed should have had another door at the opposite end, in which case we could have left easily. Instead, we were delayed two weeks, living in the hangar, sleeping on our bags, waiting for a few min- utes’ lull which would enable us to get out and away from the doorway. It was late one rainy night in the middle of October when the wind calmed down enough for us to leave. April 30,1927 Because of the short distances between the hangar and the enemy objectives, we had not required the radio on the Eastern Front, so that apparatus was now crated and en route to Darmstadt by rail, at the very time we needed it most. Soon after we started, the rain increased in intensity. There were two layers of clouds, one un- derneath the ship and close to the surface, the other high us. This upper stratum shed water as if it were poured out of buckets. I dared not dive below lest I stick the nose of the Z-12 into one of the mountains in the center of Germany. The best I could do was to set a compass course, check it to account for the wind velocity, which I had learned before leav- ing Kénigsberg, and during the rest of the night trust to luck. We ran clear across Germany during the next few hours, without a single landmark to guide us or a star to help with the navi- gation. The ship was soaking wet and all of us were uncomfortable and cold. After daybreak next morning the weather was the same—clouds above and below, with rain between. Concluding that we must somewhere over the southern Rhine Valley, I dropped cautiously through the clouds and, behold, there was Hanau, a town near Frankfort-on-the-Main We had traversed the country in a severe storm at night and had come out of the clouds within an hour of our destination; this under war conditions, with little equip ment, and a war craft produced early ir 1915. Our landing at Darmstadt was also un common. Arriving over the field at a mile high, we encountered a stiff gale. By nosing against it I found that we could hold our position. There we hung, directly over the landing flag on the field. Then, by putting her nose down just a little and controlling the engines to offset the increase ‘or de- crease in wind velocity at different alti- tudes, we brought the Z-12 straight dow: in a vertical line, like a mammoth elevator, until she gently touched the ground, where we still had to go almost half-speed ahead into the teeth of the gale to offset its force. That is thrilling work, such as sometimes occurs to compensate the airship pilot for the uninteresting long spells of routine. above be A New Command At Darmstadt new orders awaited Gem- mingen and myself. We were to turn our Z-12 over to another crew and proceed to Potsdam to take charge of a new Zep- pelin—the LZ-90—which was to be larger and more efficient than any of the others This ship was like the American Shenan- doah in appearance, though it had less than half the latter’s gas capacity. Still it was a big improvement at that time, carrying heavier loads than its predeces- sors and having more power. This, in turn, would enable us to take care of weather adversities more easily, which was what we wanted during the raids which were scheduled for the future. Editor’s Note—This is the second of a series of articles by Mr. Lehmann Mr. Mingos. The next will appear in an early issue and ne igoilit 27 Driver of Touring Car (to Truck Driver): ‘Hey! Why Don’t You Put Out Your

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un a They’ve never bothered me,” Twyning assured him y drove a while in silence, and then Cost turned to look at the other man in a quick, surprised fashion. He started to speak, half smiled, and checked himself. I'wyning, his thoughts otherwise directed, did not remark this movement; and after a little Cost said in faint amusement, ‘‘ You have got a cold, haven't you?” ‘Yes, a rotten one,’ Twyning agreed. ‘I thought so,’’ Cost commented in a But Twyning failed to react to this provocation, and Cost became onscious of a curious rigidity in the other’s posture. Twyning, he saw, was in no mood so for the time there was no speech between them. But by and by larger man stirred and said, ‘‘ Mind if I n out that dash light? I’ve got a head- It hurts my eyes.”’ the switch. “I usually “You can provocative tone. for conversation, Cost snapped drive with it out,’’ he agreed. see the road better.” Twyning nodded, muttered some reply. They were already near their destination, and his heart contracted. Sudden dismay at what he meant to do struck him with a shocking force, but when the first shock passed he was left curiously unemotional and calm. His senses functioned clearly, his perceptions all were keen; and when presently he said, ‘‘ Turn in here,”’ the level and commonplace tone of his own voice almost startled him. Ahead, as they rounded a curving angle of the drive be- tween the reservoirs, he saw the red tail- light of his own car. ‘‘ There it is,’’ he said. Just pull up behind it, will you?”’ And he stirred a little cautiously. The move- ment now was near. Since the dash light had been extin- guished, the two men sat in shadow. The rear curtains, however, were not drawn down; and Twyning, turning to look back, assured himself that there was no car close behind them. His right hand dropped into the door and, secure from Cost’s observation in the darkness, he drew the revolver free. Thus when a moment later Cost brought the car to a stop immediately behind Twyn- ing’s own, that which was to be done re- quired only an instant’s time. When it was done, Twyning sat a mo- ment listening. The sound, muffled by the folds of Cost’s overcoat, had not been loud. Also there was always open water in these r and ducks liked to alight here. their polluting the water, the watchman in charge sometimes fired a shot n the night to drive them away; so in this neighborhood the report of a gun was not unusual After a moment Twyning bestirred him- the pocket on reservoirs, To prevent self His hands were gloved; he had thought of that long ago. He dropped the re lver now on the floor of the car be- eath | feet, reached across Cost’s sag- turn off the ignition and switch the parking lights from the pocket of his vercoat the handkerchief and the little Then he drew il. The handkerchief he wadded tightly n his hand, held it while he opened the scent ottle As he twisted the parchment aside, he saw that the glass stopper was cracked and ad leaked a little; but this fact pression upon him at the time. stopper and carefully spilled two or three drops of scent on the osened he handkerchief and on the back of the seat beside Cost’s shoulder. The handkerchief e dropped on the floor. Then, with a final glance in each direction to make sure there were no pedestrians at hand, he . t stepped out of the car and at once threw the scent bottle far out into the still open reservoir remem had replaced the stopper; bottle would be , he assured himself, to cause » SINK U yond discovery. 4 momen: after he had done so, he contents of the THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Al TANGLED WES Ccentinued from Page 11 The business then was done, and Twyn- ing straightened his shoulders like a man who shakes off a heavy load. There had been nothing to disrupt his plans. It re- mained only for him to step into his own car and drive away. His cold annoyed him and he used his handkerchief before entering his own car. He was completely assured and at his ease. But a moment later this assurance van- ished. For when he opened the door of his coupé it was to discover a police tag hang- ing from the wheel. The possibility that his car might be tagged had occurred to Twyning; but he had dismissed it, reminding himself that there were cars parked here night after night. The catastrophe came upon him therefore unawares. He stared stupidly at the tag, read the legend on it: “The num- ber of this car has been taken.”’ It struck him stunningly; its effect was to drive him into instant flight. With that enormously magnified self-consciousness which ensued upon what he had done, it seemed to the man that many eyes were watching him. He skulked swiftly into the shrubbery, struck across lots and by unfrequented streets toward his home a few blocks away. But before he reached his own door he had found a possible rejoinder to this blow of fate. It was an old trick, he confessed to himself, but perhaps a good one still. At home he went quickly into the dining room to pour a drink from the decanter there. His hand, he saw, was steady as ice, and he said aloud to himself, ‘‘I’m all right. I’m all right, even now.” But he must, he remembered, telephone at once. The instrument was set on a table in the hall, the directory in a drawer be- neath it. He looked up the number of police headquarters in the city, and when a man’s voice at the other end replied, Twyn- ing held his own tones steady. ‘Police headquarters?” he asked. “Te,” “*My car’s been stolen,’”’ said Twyning. “T want to report it to you.” There was a moment’s hesitation at the other end, and the officer on duty there said, ‘Wait a minute.” Twyning wiped his brow. “All right,’’ the other prompted. “What's the number?” Twyning gave it. “I think that’s it,’’ he explained. ‘I’m not sure. You can look it up in the book under my name.” The officer asked, ‘‘ What's your name?” Twyning told him, and his address too. ““Where was the car stolen from?”’ Twyning felt his pulse contract. He had not prepared an answer to this question, said at random, “I parked it on a side street.” ‘‘What street?” the officer insisted. “*T don’t know the name of the street,”’ Twyning said. Then with a relieved in- spiretion: ‘It was a kind of an alley just around the corner back of the Bijou Theater. You know where that is.” “Yes, 1 know,” the officer agreed. “‘ What kind of a car?” “A coupé,’ said Twyning, and named the manufacturer. “What color?” “Blue and black. ‘“‘What year?” “This year. It’s a new car. had it more than a week.” ‘““Locked?"’ the policeman demanded. Twyning held his breath, but he could discover no greater chance of safety in a lie than in the truth. “Yes,” he said grudgingly. ‘‘ Yes, the gear shift was.” “Doors?” the officer insisted. Twyning shook his head as he spoke into the transmitter. “‘No, I never lock them,” he explained. ‘You ought to,” the officer advised him. “That bothers them more than anything Ail right, I'll let you know if we hear anything.” I haven't eise “Thank you,’ Twyning assented, and put the receiver back upon its hook and drew his hand again across his brow. There was nothing more than this to be done; he could only await the event. He went into the living room and sat down. It was not yet late, scarce ten o’clock. He wondered idly whether he would sleep or not; and while he wondered, the telephone rang, its shrill note startling him to his feet. He hurried to silence the instrument by answering it. The voice on the phone had, he thought, a vague familiarity. ‘“‘Is this Mr. Twyn- ing?” it inquired. “Yes,’"’ Twyning agreed. “This is police headquarters. Did you report your car stolen a little while ago?”’ Twyning hesitated in a swift bewilder- ment, but he could only answer, “ Why, yes. Yes, just a minute ago.” “We like to call up,” the officer ex- plained, ‘‘to check the address, and name and all. I looked up the number of the car. You had it right. How’d you get home?” Twyning had no time to consider a reply. ““Why, on the train,’’ he said, at random. “Why didn’t you notify us right away?” the officer insisted. ‘‘Why didn’t you call us up as soon as you found the car was gone?” “Why, as a matter of fact,’’ Twyning cautiously replied, ‘it didn’t occur to me. I spent some time looking up and down the street there. Then I decided it was gone, and I didn’t know just what to do, so I thought I might as well come home, and on the way out I realized I ought to let you know. So I called you up.” ‘““Where had you been, up there?” policeman inquired. ‘“*T was in the Bijou,’ Twyning told him. ““We want to figure what time it was taken,” the policeman explained. ‘‘ When did you leave it there?” “About quarter of seven,’’ Twyning re- plied. The word ‘time’ had struck his thoughts into confusion. He must be careful to avoid any pitfall here. “When did you find out it was gone?” “It must have been nearly nine o'clock. I don’t know exactly.” “Well, say you looked for it ten or fifteen minutes and then went right to the station. What train did you catch?’ the policeman asked. Twyning laughed desperately. He was accustomed to use his car in going back and forth from town, so was uncertain at what hours the trains ran. There should be, he remembered, a card in his pocketbook con- taining the suburban schedule, and he fum- bled to find this while he sparred for time. “Anyone would think you suspected me of stealing my own car,”’ he protested in a jocular tone, ‘‘by this cross-examination.” He had found the card and scanned it hur- riedly. ‘‘The 9:35,”’ he said now in a great relief. “That’s all right,’’ the policeman as- sured him. ‘‘It’s only that the more we know about it, the better chance we've got of finding it. All right, we'll let you know. Call you up as soon as we hear anything.”’ “Thank you,”” Twyning agreed. “‘That’s very kind. I’m sorry I can’t give you any more details. I suppose there’s a lot of this going on.” “Well, quite a few cars go,” the officer assented. ‘‘But the most of ’em turn up in the course of two or three days.”’ Twyning nodded and left the telephone. He was weak and shaking. For a while he wandered aimlessly about the house, finding in these movements some relief from his scurrying and panic-stricken thoughts. It did not occur to him to go to bed; there was no sleep in the man. But he grew weary of walking, of the sound of his own footsteps in this empty house; and his throat, from his hoarse and strangled breathing, became hot and dry. He sat down at last in the living room, the decanter at his hand. the April 30,1927 The morning paper came to the door at a little after eight o’clock. Twyning had not slept at all, but at dawn he put away the half-empty decanter, rinsed out the glass which he had used, undressed, took a cold bath and dressed again. He must go to the office as his routine was, but not thus early. He was not expected there till ten o'clock, and his arrival ahead of schedule would provoke speculation. So he waited, and when the paper was tossed up on the front veranda he went out to get it. A quick examination revealed the fact that Barry’s death had not yet been discovered; or that if it had, it had not reached channels ac- cessible to the newspapermen. Twyning had a momentary feeling of reprieve, as though if the discovery were long enough delayed, himself would be the safer. The folly of this was clear to him; nevertheless he had in the thought some comfort still. While he tried to read the financial col- umns of the paper, the telephone bell began to ring in the hall, and it was a moment be- fore he could bring himself to answer the summons of the instrument. When he did so, it was with every muscle and nerve alert to meet whatever was to come. This was again, he discovered, police headquar- ters on the line. “You reported your car was stolen?” the officer and Twyning said, “Ta. “IT guess somebody just took it for a ride,” the policeman assured him, in a comforting tone. ‘It turned up this morn- ing.” “Found it, did you?’’ Twyning asked. ‘“*Good work! Where was it?” He tried to make the question casual, braced himself to meet the reply. But it was not what he expected. ‘On Kersey Street,’ the officer explained, “right off the avenue, just this side of the baseball park. Know where that is?” Twyning could not speak, could not rally his forces to meet this development; and after a moment the “Hello!” “Hello,”’ Twyning answered hoarsely. “Thought they'd cut us off,’’ the police- man explained. ‘I say we found your car in on Kersey Street. You want to come over and get it?” “T suppose I'd better,’’ Twyning said un- certainly. “Yes,”’ the other agreed. ‘‘ Don’t want to leave it standing there all day. It might get tagged.” Twyning had to sit down in the chair be- side the table. He was shaking terribly, driven by a panic fear. Kersey Street tagged — Kersey Street. But Kersey Street must be well in town, miles away from the spot where he had left the car. Were they lying to him? And if they lied, then why? Was there a trap awaiting him? And if there was, what recourse had he? What escape lay open? He tried to flog his courage. there was nothing to connect Barry’s death. No one had seen them to- gether; no one had seen him--at least no one who knew him in the neighborhood of the reservoir. He need only put a bold face upon events to be secure. ‘““Why, yes,” he said unsteadily, ‘I sup- pose I’d better go over and get it. I'll come in on the street car.” “Tell the conductor where to put you off,’’ the other man suggested, and Twyning asked, officer said, After all, him with said, ‘“‘All right. Kersey Street. I'll be along in about half an hour.” ‘There'll be a man there,” he was as- sured. When the ordeal of this conversation was done, Twyning moved for a few minutes aimlessly to and fro, affecting to prepare for his departure to town, but as a matter of fact waiting for his resolution to revive. He had an impulse to flight, but had the wit to understand that flight would be confes- sion, so fought the impulse down. After a Continued on Page 63

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 5895 for the Sedan DeLuxe 2 pass. Speedabout $700 4 pass. Speedster . 785 Coupe... .¥s Coseh. . . . Fe Sedan. . 795 Lb. Detroit, plus war CX SE tax. April 30,1927

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 61 Super-Six Performance < The New Sedan De Luxe This is the finest, roomiest and most beautiful Essex ever built. Naturally it has every refinement and detail of comfort that you would expect in the deluxe model of this line. And with its superb and luxurious body, remember, Essex is a Super-Six. It differs from all other ‘‘Sixes’’—not by little margins—but bold, vivid advantages that instantly stand out from all comparison. Here is 50 miles an hour all day long, with ease to car and comfort to passengers. (Yet that is far below its maximum speed.) Here are size, generous passenger room, simple, positive controls. No car of any price excels its easy riding qualities. Here is economy, engineered not only to savings in fuel and oil, but particularly to freedom from early depreciation, and to lowest maintenance costs. There are six new bodies on the Essex Super-Six chassis— beautiful, smart in line, luxurious in upholstery and appointment. It is the greatest and deservedly most popular value Essex ever built. All Say: “Riding is Like Flying”’ ESSEX Su per-Six

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Two million elephants could not do the work now being done by General Electric Company motors. What- ever the work to be done, whether it needs the power of an elephant or the force of a man’s arm, there is a General Electric motor that will do it faithfully for a lifetime at a cost of a few cents an hour. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST “Elephints a-pilin’ teak, In the sludgy, squdgy creek, Where the silence ’ung that ’eavy You was ‘arf afraid to speak!”’ Kipling's ‘‘Mandalay”’ ELEPHANTS The elephant is man’s most intel- ligent helper. But—consider this interesting comparison: An elephant is much larger than the electric motor of a “yarder” or logging machine. The “yarder” has the power of twenty elephants; it handles clusters of logs; it works dependably, twenty-four hours at a stretch, if necessary. Twenty elephants would eat daily 10,000 pounds of green food, which a corps of attendants must gather. A motor “eats” nothing but elec- tricity, supplied at the throw of a switch. So our own iron elephants are better; and the place for flesh- and-blood elephants is in the jungle or in museums. Some day the museums will also exhibit wash-tubs and old-fashioned irons, and all the other household and industrial tools whose work can be done by motors so much better and at so little cost. GENERAL ELECTRIC April 50,1927

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(Continued from Page 58) left the house and set out toward the street-car line. It was a walk of per- haps three blocks, and he had to wait a few minutes:for a car. While he was waiting, another man ap- proached and joined him there—an elderly man whose white hair shone beneath the brim of his hat, whose cheeks were round and pink with health and who walked in a curious fashion, his hands a little away from his sides, in a posture that suggested a readiness for quick physical action. He might, for all his years, have been an ath- lete in training; and when their wait was prolonged, he spoke at last to Twyning. * Rotten this line,’’ he said cheerfully. Twyning looked at him in surprise. ‘‘I don’t use it much,”’ he replied at last, in a tone calculated to discourage further con- versation. But the other man was in- sistently friendly. ‘That so?” he commented. ‘I thought you lived out here. I happened to be com- ing along behind you when you came out of a house three or four blocks back there.”’ ‘I do live out here,’”’ Twyning agreed. ‘But that doesn’t require me to use the little he service on street car.” The other nodded brightly. ‘‘I suppose you have an automobile of your own,” he suggested. And when Twyning did not he continued: ‘“‘That must be con- venient. I've often thought I'd get a car, but there are so many thieves around. I should be afraid all the time of having it stolen.’ Twyning stared at him, suspecting, since he was in this hour ready to suspect anyone, some design behind the other’s words. “I suppose so,”” he said carefully. ‘*My son’s car was stolen not long ago,”’ but car approached, and Twyning turned away reply, the other told him; just then the street to board it~ turned his back upon the lit and fol- into the car but sat down beside tle man. He was at once astonished half afraid when the other not only lowed him him ‘You don’t mind if I sit with you?” he asked in a matter-of-fact tone ‘l see you have no paper, so | know you don’t want to read.”” And before Twyning could protest, he continued: ‘I always like to find some- to talk with, when I have to ride on a one street car or a train | used to use the train a great deal, but I’ve given it up now. The schedule out here is inconvenient for me. My hours of work are rather curious. I get k and I os as have to stay there till half-past to the office at about eleven o'cloc usually eight or nine in the evening.” tone of He added, in a resentment: “There used to be a 9:35 train that was very convenient. It brought me home at just the right time, but they took that off summer.” his thoughts spurred at the end of the Twyning sat rigid, desperately on. The card of trains in his pocketbook, he remembered, had been there for a year or more— must be out-of date now. If what this babbling old man said was true, the police would discover, if they chose to investigate, that there was no 9:35 train He shook his head brush aside a cloud of tormenting thoughts. Very well, let them discover it. He would say that he had been mistaken; that he had not looked at the train board; that he had sim- as though to ply assumed the old 9:35 train still ran. But a moment later elbow added: ‘‘ There isn’t any between five of nine and 10:15. very inconvenient for me, so I use the street ven when I could use the train.”’ He suppose | tnat I'm spiting the railroad by doing it, though the old man at his train It makes it now cars, € smiled benignly. “I feel LOTICE the diff n t uo probably they don't erence Twyning fel { bite into his palm and he looked down at it t the nails of his right hand with a curious detachment. He had a des- perate impulse to change his seat, but the car was filling up by this time. The con- juctor passed by and Twyning spoke to him ‘Put at Kersey Street,” he jirected ( me off THE SATURDAY “‘T call all the streets,”” the conductor re- plied. ‘‘ You listen and you'll hear.” “Oh, I know where Kersey Street is,”’ the little old man volunteered. ‘I’m going to get off there myself, as it happens. I have to stop and see a customer on the corner before I go on downtowr And he added matter-of-factly, with a curious glance at the man beside him, “I notice perfume Twyning was startled into an ¢ ‘Perfume?”’ he repeated ‘Very attractive,”’ the little man mented. ‘‘I have a weakness for it myself, but so few men have the courage to use j I did for years, but it drew down upon me so much ridicule that I eventually had to give it up, for business reasons.” ‘I haven’t any perfume on,” said, in a tone of horror. “Oh, but you have, my dear man,”’ the other insisted. ‘‘I assure you, my nose is not to be deceived in such matters.” The bottle, Twyning remembered his thoughts were clear enough — had leaked. Until this moment that small circum- stance had escaped his attention. And he remembered suddenly and with peculiar vividness two incidents of the evening be- fore--the fact that the driver of the taxi had looked at him in that curiously atten- tive way when he opened the door of the cab; the fact that Barry, as they drove out from town, had given him that quizzical smile What was it Barry had said? about his cold. ‘I don’t use perfume,”’ Twyni tested again. ‘“‘I can't smell it.” ‘I can see you have a severe cold,”” the other agreed. ‘But there’s certainly some scent on your garments.” Twyning said, with a desperate laugh: ‘Oh, I remember now ping yesterday behind the you use aculation. com- ; Twyning oh, Some word g pro- effort to I was shop- afternoon, and a counter sprayed me with a little atomize! You knoy pudence of them, the sort of thing t} “Where brightly “At Martin's,” ’ as I went by ey ado * asked was that?” the little man 'wyning said at random, naming a leading department store The little man shook |} nead It couldn't have been there, he said I recognize this particular scent It is called by some French name that mear IL be lieve, the Kiss of a Rose and it Is a spe clalty put out by one of the chain drug stores 1 e,”’ he added quickly, “ here we are at Street! ['wyning rose with abrupt relief. The ttle man led the way toward the door and they alighted Ihat’s Kersey Street a s the wa the other told him I must step into tl storeonthneco er here | Vv) ng nodded, turned to hurry away Good morning, ely, and Twyt n¢ replied with some unintelligible sound \ little distance down Kerst street he Saw nis Car 4 policeman was 1 neal nd when Twyning approached the machine the to him You're Mr. Twyn- asked otficer spoke ng 7 Yes,”” Twyning said, with an affectation “Ves Ll see you found my ol cordiality car Good work! I was getting ready to tag it,”’ the officer explained. ‘‘It’s been standing |} since before daylight. But I got the ger eral alarm on it, so | reported it in y had opene d the door Twyning ] Well, I see you didn’t tag it,”’ he n mented . No No,” the policeman agreed He fitted the key into the gear lock and Started the 1 then as an alte thought he drew a bill tendered it to the officer engine, ant irom [ S poc} » } The other looked at him steadily an OK his head ‘No, he said no, I gue rt \ not?"’ Twyning protested or no reasor 1 is N TY EVENING POST d the policeman, and Tw thought there was a curious gr tone He meshed the gears with an angry turned the car to drive and Th s episode at je@ast 1@, i@ast, awa\ But at the to wheel into the was done corner, as he was about little old man who had ridder front of hin avenue, the n on the street car stepped in } and Twyning was m down movement, and held up a hand, forced to stop or run } opened the seat man, with a swift door of t} ° car Twyning “You're briskly and took the said Saiti downtown,” he you won't mind giving going I know me a ride.”’ Twyning was in a ourse curdling rage, but The other mar matter of course, and Twyning started the car wit! there seemed no rec seemed to take his assent as a a jar The old man was, it appeared, incurably voluble. He commented on the make of the car, and when Twyning made no reply, the It was in ype, that Mr other said, “It's very curious one of these cars, the same Cost was killed.’ Twyning sat rigidly, made no vocal an swer; there was none that offered. But his blood stood still Very sad,”’ the little man explained “Did you know him—Mr. Barry Cost?” “Barry Cost?’’ Twyning said haltingly and then, with an affectation of surprise “Yes, | knew him well. Killed? What do you mean? ‘You're perspiring,”’ the little man re marked. ‘‘ Now I feel that it’s quite cold today. But then you're larger than I am, more full-blooded. Yes, Mr. Cost was killed sometime last night."” He added curiously ‘A strange thing. You remem ber I told you that this periume on you otnes is called the Kiss of a Rose There was the same scent in Mr. Cost’s car, and there was a little vial which had heid some reservoir just beside ol the perfume, in the t. The bottle was practically empty and ashore there.”’ ng s eyes were fixed on the trathi > ‘ning ahead of him as he approached congested part of town. He made iningiess sound and |} KNUCKIeS were white from the force with which he gripped the wheel There isn’t a chance of the man who lid it getting away the other mar ym- thoughtfully He near by, and the taxi man smelled the per othes. It must make him } tooK a taxi mented ymewhat conspicuous. I suppose he has cold or he would notice it h msell He appears to have planned the affair in ad- vance He had his car parked near Dy, and 1 policeman happened to tag it during the evening. I suppose the murderer discovered and i! didn t dare drive his car away At any rate, he telephoned in that it had been stolen, so the police removed it and were going to return it to him without warning hin 'wyning he Was al to lo the otner, without meeting Nis eyes, " prightly voice I happen to Know oO much about it bec ise I'm Inspector Tope . the hom je department at ead- larte Look out! His word of warning came too late "he nock Of this final blow had been so eat is to paralyze for the momer wyning muscles and his nerves. The tra : of him had halted, but Iw ng i s, plowed at fair speed into the re end yt the ihead of him in line. At the mpact, ! er ne st ed and the me a jarring t nd he imp forward ISS w hee ! li r side The e man whistled wit ' Whew! 7 i Vas a ‘ rT ' Ss l Neit u t ick We vere t ( l expect l vette ye Oo M lwynil | eley ‘ the t A t t adow Lowr The litt ie beside Mother first to congratulate Commander Byrd N the return from his successful North Pole, the first person to prect Commander! stepped nother Every mother hopes and prays for the happiness and succ her children. In retur She asks nothing Ot her of your for mothers will cherish your Greeting Card on Mother's Day! course you W love on the day set apart MOTHER'S DAY IS SUNDAY, MAY 8 Mother's Day ts dedicated to a mothers everywhere Many peo] le are in ing card § on this O asio! oO grandmothers; to the mother ot or husband or trend; to iC, KINCI motoners in the family grou; There is a Greeti Card fos every oOccasio! (; sho] everywhere Cart ous as sormments to ch s i d Y ’ ? Scatter Sunshine with Greeling Cards

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 65 TENNIS=PRO AND COIN Continued from Page 19 ombined, which has made of her game a I discovered that most of our crowds were Helen Wills could not win that match, perfect machine, recognized, I believe, by surprised that Suzanne's game was soft and I doubt if she will ever equal the Su- the greatest players, both men and women, that she did not have a tremendous punch zanne of tod an be beater as the pattern for future deve lopment in n ner stroking She sacrifices speed to gall but never by} nis, because j tennis. n accuracy, and none can dispute that the perior tennis does not exist in the wome Rene Lacoste, more than any of the results have justified her cours« TI rank \ grim, determined fighter of the Frenchmen, has ee d Suzanne and us method of play, however, frequent le ye of N Mallory might po ; her tactics. He is now the champion of velops uninteresting tennis, but it is unir feat Suzanne in a match, but it would be a America, the first foreigner in twenty years teresting only in the same sense that a: victory based on the psychological effect of to hold our title. He will, I believe, con- efficient workman is. A baseball pitcher Mbolla’s intensity and not on her tenr nue his success, for his game is grounded who strikes out the opposing batters or skill. If Suzanne can be upset nervousl on sound technic and basic principles which causes them to hit weakly to the fielders is she can be beaten, because when she is uy are bound to succeed making baseball uninteresting, or at least set her game collapses, her amazing control I sha]l state again briefly the things Su- dulls its spectacular features, but he is a vanishes and she becomes an ordinary zanne has been taught about tennis which good pitcher. tennis player have done more to make her great than all So it is with Suzanne. Only one who is Now that Suzanne is a professional, her her natural ability: To practice, practice, playing against her, or an expert, can see feud with Miss Wills, or with whoever practice until she could control the ball well her delicate workmanship. For the most replaces Miss Wills as the second-best enough to play it from any position in her part she appears to be hitting lightly. But woman player in the world, becomes pure own court to any portion of her oppone nt’s I assure you that her soft balls are most acaden It is not likely ever to be fought the absolutely essential five-fi nger difficult to return cleanly At times the y out again on the courts The foremost exercises. No one is born with that skill. It appear almost to float over the net, but as women players now in the amateur ran ‘ omes trom onstantl aoing the same you set about confidently to kill them some- without any effort to rar them, are M ng over and over The result is control thing goes wrong Your turns find the Wills, Miss Ryan, Mrs Mallory Mr Next, Suzanne was taught to put that net or drift over the lines Jessup and M Goss, of the | ontrol into use. She received the con- States; Mrs. Godf Miss y, 4 entrated, predigested, tried, perfected and Characteristics of Play Eileen Bennett, of aiends sow ete ‘ ould you nally combined methods of the then best Helen Contoslavos, Didi Vlasto and players in the wide world, such as Brookes That happens because the ball carries un- Madamoiselle Deve, of France; Sefiorit a Ss and Wilding, of Australia, Norris Williams, suspected pace or spin slyly imparted to it Alvarez, of Spain; and Frau Neppach, o CI OSs of America, and the Dohertys, of England. by Suzanne. The most subtle feature of Germany. The outstanding players of this “OW a lhe best methods included the holding of her game is a change of pace-—-that elusive list, in my opinion, are Miss Wills, Mrs 9 the racket and the making of the strokes, quality that Red Grange carries tothefoot- Godfree, Mrs. Mallory, Miss Ryan and the as well as the best direction and destination ball field. A tackler gauges his speed and Sefiorita Alvarez They — ‘hi anc = of the shots. launches himself headlong at Grange, but In tennis players I frequently L + yet % Suzanne has told me that the backhand — usually he has passed the spot at which the find characteriz hem with yt gy he * i -ocea n? f t for her to learn. It was tackler aimed, or has not om arrived. This phrases that seem to select the strongest no better wa her father’s persistent and disconcerti ng effect hea ieves by increas points of their play Thus I always think of to do it, then = today, hand methods nds amid tears and scenes _ ing or decreasing his om But he does it Miss Wills as ‘‘Helen the powerful and are inexcusable when there's a_ better that she learned to make this stroke cor- almost imperceptibly, and the tackler does serene”’; of Mrs. Godfree as “Kathleen the quicker, more economical way rectly. It is now the best executed of all not suspect what has happened, until dependable’’; of Miss Ryan as “ Elizabet! The FINNELL Electric Floor Machine her strokes Grange glides by untouched the crafty’; of Mrs. Mal as “Molla does away with hand scrubbing. It scrubs This goes to prove that the best is not al When the first few matches of our forty the determined.” Of course, their play i floors of any size or type with am redible ways the thing that comes to us most nat- engagements had been played I realized marked by other capacities than those, but ‘#°* and speed, and cleaner than ever “1 1 ' 1. | - a , before! Waxes and polishes linoleum urally. In fact, I am now of the opinion hat Suzanne had been scoring repeatedly these outstanding qualities in each case | - ther tile, wood, cork, efc. Preserves that it is not natural to do the right thing with a sharp cross-court drive. I gave the have been mainiy responsible for their § gqoors and beautifies. Costs less than three in games the overlapping grip in golf, for matter thought and devised a method of success cents per hour to operate. Used by thou nstance. getting up to the net to volley that par- Mi Wills’ greatest assets are the tre sands of stores, factories, hotels, hospitals, Suzanne was schooled in tactics, just as_ ticular shot. The next night I put my mendous power of her stroki and he office buildings, banks, schools, etc. our West Pointers are drilled and drilled in theory into action, and to my joy discov- serene temperament. Yet, in a sense, bot! I B \ O eae ee ' what is and what is not good soldiery. With ered that it worked. I anticipated the shot these admirable qualities handicap her, be t seers,” descr he PENNE = ess ct erns i kur them, just as with Suzanne, we are apt to and maneuvered into position to score a confuse training which has become second placement. FINNELL SYSTEM, Inc N. Collier St Hannibal, Mo. nature, with inherent genius. If a general But Suzanne realized that I had per- makes a crafty move at exactly the right fected a defense for th and, to my moment, to |} up the enemy’s defense, consternation, the next time I expected Mictrict offices pa a af t s it something new or an old method op-_ the cross-court drive she sent over a deep Standard Bank Build ‘ , " Lot » , ] _ : 114 ithampton Row, ! Ts V.¢ portunely used lob that left me foolishly at the net. There Ku stan 6S, Stock! oe w down her ent 1@ | é f as . , Further, Suzanne was taught to min- after, when I was expect the lob she re- a ally arying a stroke durin; Factories ~Hannibal, Mo..and Ottawa, Ont.,Canada mize The same good advice has__turned to the cross-court drive; and when rally. There is no fir n a met beer vany a poker player out of I thought it would be a cross-court drive it Y luck ze your losses.” usually proved to be a lob. It was most Lost in a Soft Game "it was Susanne’s be ELECTRIC FLOOR MACHINI “rifici e ectacular It was Suzanne’s headwork — than Helen is not clever at the soft game, so * » y JIN. i%b4 NAN eatin incites —— her strokes that broke up Mi lls’ game she must maintain her powerful energy- One very simple thing she was taught and _ in their match on the Riviera te year. By consuming pacethroughoutamatch. Wher Ti Wa xes which her strokes were adapted to accom- a burst of powerful driving that had she slows down she is penalized by a loss “ : plish was to clear the net Strangely Suzanne almost on the verge of a collapse, in effectiveness, and such penalties are cer 7, 2” - enough, this is a simple thing which is as Helen had taken a lead of five games to tain to be imposed on her in ¢ h, lt Polishes much neglected in tennis by very good four in the second set. Then suddenly the for no one can maintain the ed 4 players as looking at the golf ball until you spectators groaned when Helen apparently of her hard-hitting game without an occa ‘ ~ have hit it is neglected in golf abandoned this highly successful method sional lapse. If she could she might win, | i Scruds Another very effective way that Suzanne and began to soften even against so great an opponent a / | Z minimizes her errors is by not trying to It was tg strategy of Lenglen; but she would not be human if d HOUSEHOLD FINNELI make akill on her opponent's diflicultshots; wearing Miss Wills rea vor e did not tire under her own tremendous oe ae a she tries merely to return the ball safely. the match for cs She conserved her own exertions sng no Fe A Then she does not herself hit any harder energy throughout the early part of the On a heavy damp court Helen is not ef than 1s necessary to score the point match and at the same time kept Miss fective, because such playing conditior There is a fiction that her father was ac- Wills running about furiously to make re themselves slow down her game and take ustomed to spreading a pocket handker turns. Miss Wills surprised the gallery DY the power out ol her stroking Lihat ace chief on the court and keeping Suzanne at her ability to meet the requirements of counts for h« ymparatively poo wing practice until she was able to hit the target Suzanne’s game and eve hold her owr in England, where the ball i ow he four times out of five But in this contest, which appeared to be courts soit and the atmosphere n Suzanne laughingly denies the legend fairly even, and at length to shift to the sid imstances that contribute to the soft Her target was the vital area of the court of Miss Wills in the second se aiter she game it which she not effective adjacent to the 1elines. had lost the first set, 6-3, the advantage There are signs that Helen W s' game On the recent tour she showed me the really was with Lenglen, because she was changed some as a result of her play on the territory i! her opponent’s court at which letting Helen wear herself ou In the Riviera la year. She got in the tu she directs her fire It is any spot two feet closing games of the s¢ 1 France, of trying to win her ma es in love from the sidelines, three feet from the base _ ing five games to four, it et r'} I suspect, was becaus¢ f line and four feet from the net Drives down; while Suzanne, Lenglen’s failure to enter the tournaments that do not reach a spot w ithin this vital banding her strength, » with he id the tendency of the specta- territory of her opponent’s court are wasted, win four of the last or n the absence of a mat etweer according to Suzanne the set, 3-06 them, to compare Suzanne s love victories

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66 Helen’s 6-3, 6-4 triumphs over the same players. At any event, Helen sud- demonstrated that she, too, could win in love sets when she felt like it. The result was a noticeable improvement in her with denly game. When May Sutton Bundy went to Eng- land in 1905 as a young girl and won the hampionship of the world, she scandalized the English tennis galleries as well as the players by trying to win every point. It had been the custom of the English stars to dally young or inferior opponents and permit them an occasional game. It 1 sporting not to be ruthless with was considere too serious. But after Miss Sutton had played in sev- eral tournaments her opponents realized that when they won a point or a game from her they had won something. When they won from an English player they could not be certain whether the points were gifts or whether they had earned them by their After three trips to Eng- popularized or own zood play. land Mrs. Bundy love-set matches. Suzanne always tries to win as quickly and as decisively as she can. ‘‘ They learn more when you slaughter them,” she once told me Once at the which Suzanne Tennis Club at Nice, of a member, a yroud mother appeared with a young daughter intimated was a prodigy. She wanted play against the best ady player of the club, as no less gifted per- she implied, would be capable of making the match interesting. The member she spoke to was Charles | father; and was vho she to have her tormer ‘lub Lenglen, Suzanne’s though only fourteen years old, was the champion of France. Without telling the fond mother who Suzanne was, Papa Lenglen sent Suzanne out to play prodigy Suzanne then, against the overed she was a ‘Y quickly dis very poor player, and won a love set in a few ith the loss of only half a dozen don’t know vhich was the more humiliated, the daugh- he mother.” minutes W Suzanne said. “I points r ) uckle at the mem- Suzanne seemed to ch of the incident ‘But wouldn't she have been immensely encouraged te win a game from the cham- pion?”’ I asked The Davis Cup Threatened surprised at this view- do not er joy matches with op- replied. encourage, she { to them to expose their weaknesses thari to conceal them from m. I pirit of seriousness has been re- onsible for the development of France’s tet of tenn! tar Rene Lacoste, Henri Cochet, Jean Borotra and Landry. I} ire, taken as a group, the four great- est pla in the worid, and I see no way of them from winning the Davis Cup. They p requently against one another, ‘actice matches but hard-fought con- id after each meeting all have omething more. ) the performances last season, La- e, Borotra and Cochet are ranked by Wallis Myer the three leading players in I Johnston, Tilden and Richards e ranked fourth, fifth and sixth by Myers. Vines t rds is now ineligible for Davis up plas i el $a proles ional. lhe loss of the Davis Cup—and I believe F lose at hand. I hope it will not be in 1927, for William Tilden is making i gallant effort to get into the best playing orm of his career. He is fired with a deter- mination to regain our lost championship ind retain the cup another year, in the hope of sufficient improvement in the younger iyers to carry on Tilde xpresses himself as more inter- ‘ tin ter an he has ever been. It is Ypical ol! ur yrily to become interested hen tl isk ha ome difficult. He was for so many years in a class by himself that , id to resor O ali sorts o! devi es to THE SATURDAY make the game interesting, such as allowing good opponents to get him within a point of match, then pulling himself out of the hole; at other times, seeing how many consecu- tive games he could win in the tournaments. He succeeded in winning fifty-six, which is more than nine love sets in succession. This was accomplished in the finals of one tournament and the early rounds of an- other. Often he partnered with the juniors so he would have to struggle for victory. I have always admired Tilden’s sports- manship, but never more than now, his tremendous gameness and his patriotism. I am skeptical, however, about his success in the coming season. If he has set his mind to play at bothWimbledon, England, and in France, he is very apt to overdo it. In the past few years he never seriously competed until the National Doubles, late in August, and he always seemed to be at the top of his game during the Davis Cup matches the following month. The Road to Eminence Tilden is not so young as the Frenchmen, and he has a bad knee. I cannot help but feel he is unwise to attempt so much if his main desire is to save the Davis Cup. Be- sides, the Frenchmen can learn more from playing Tilden than Tilden can gain by playing the Frenchmen; therefore it would seem wiser to me for Tilden to remain at home and let the invaders come to him. Every victory the Frenchmen gain gives them additional confidence, and it is about all they need to carry away one of the greatest of all international trophies—the Davis Cup. We have no young players who can take the place of Johnston and Tilden. Tennis players are not developed overnight. La- coste, Borotra and Cochet have been im- proving steadily for several years. All of them have had the most expert professional coaching, something that our young players do not often receive. They play oftener in tournaments than the Americans, and, as a rule, against better players, for they meet one another many times a season. There are no meteorites in competitive tennis. I know Maurice McLoughlin was called the Comet, but that was because he flashed and disappeared, not because he arose to greatness suddenly. He won the title first in 1912, but he had been playing tennis steadily since 1903. He needed four years to reach Number 38 in the American ranking list. In 1909 he had climbed to sixth position and in 1910 he was fourth. There was nothing comet-like in his rise to the American championship. I first saw Tilden play in 1913, and he was not then a good player. He showed much promise, but he was primarily a swatter. He hit the ball hard, but his stroking had no direction or control. It took him seven years to win the American championship. Little Bill Johnston was the junior cham- pion of the Pacific Coast in 1910, after sev- eral years’ serious devotion to tennis. But even then he was five years more in winning the national title. Preéminence in tennis is not a gift. Given natural ability, one must learn the proper methods, practice and have plenty of tournament competition. Anywhere from eight to ten years on that schedule will lead tot The French are neck and neck with the United States today and are i a year or two; e top. certain to and then slump, as they must after fifteen or so years of play, the French will go far in the lead and remain there until the United States develops some young stars who are now very likely un- heard of. But the French have another advantage over the United States. They play exclu- sively on clay courts or on wood courts, which afford tennis at its fastest pace. They develop speed and power of stroking that is a big asset when they compete in the United States on the comparatively turf All the Frenchmen hit forge ahead in when Johnston and Tilden SIOW courts EVENING POST the ball on the rise—that is, before it reaches the top of the bound. This speeds up their game tremendously. The French are thoroughly grounded in tennis. Lacoste and Cochet spent several years losing matches and learning strokes. Borotra was at first only a volleyer, but last year he gave evidence of painstaking effort to improve his ground strokes, and the result was that in the National Cham- pionships he defeated Johnston and Rich- ards on successive days. Lacoste has been particularly methodical in his development and has improved year by year in contrast with most young Amer- ican players, who have shown great promise and failed to live up to it because they did not have the patience to learn every stroke thoroughly and master it. Vincent Richards, for instance, never fully mastered his backhand, and in his recent matches with Lacoste, the French- man won by driving deep to Vinnie’s back- hand. Richards also failed to perfect a reliable service. His first service was al- most untouchable when it got over the net, but in this respect he was often erratic. His second service was comparatively weak, so that on days when he was not getting the first ball over he was under a serious handicap. McLoughlin had little or no backhand when he first won the American title, but toward the end of his career he improved it to the point where it was not a downright weakness. Yet in 1913, when he played at Wimbledon and won his way to the chal- lenge round against Anthony Wilding, the wonderful Australian, he was easily beaten in straight sets, because Wilding pursued the sinfple and highly effective method of driving every ball possible to the Amer- ican’s backnand corner. But, oh, how McLoughlin could smash from any part of the court, and what a terrific, well- controlled service he had! At his best he seldom lost a service game, and on many occasions he would send over three and even four service aces that his opponent could not lay a racket on. Lacoste is not a spectacular person at the net; his service is not devastating; he has not the genius of Tilden nor the terrific pace of Johnston. Yet his all-round game is superior to that of any other player. He is now, I believe, the equal of Tilden and has not yet reached his greatest heights. He is only twenty-four years old. The French Invaders Cochet’s game is far more brilliant than Lacoste’s, and just as effective, but Henri is subject at times to fits of temperament. He gets annoyed at ball boys or at swal- When he is playing his game no one can beat him. But it is uncertain whether he can bring his mercurial spirits under control. In that respect he is reminiscent of Max Decugis, the French champion of a decade ago, who had the strokes to be a world champion but never quite scaled the heights because he was nervous and ex- citable and given to fiery displays. He would sometimes bite the ball and toss away his racket. Borotra, the third of the aces, is primarily a volleyer. the ground is not bad, but many seem so to regard it, because they judge it in compari- son with overhead game, which is superb. Yet, be that as it may, Borotra was good enough last year to defeat Tilden, Johnston, Richards and Lacoste. Landry is the youngest of the quartet and has not yet played in America, but I look to see him replace Brugnon, the fourth member of last year’s Davis Cup team. These Frenchmen hold all of the impor- tant tennis titles of the United States and England, as well as their own country. Only the Davis Cup has eluded them. They are sanguine that the oversight will be taken care of this year or next. The feeling in France is that it won’t be long now. Professional coaching, as well as compe- tition between amateur and professional, has done much to improve the standards of lows. rio of French His game off his April 30,1927 golf in the United States, and I know of no reason why tennis professionals have not a place in sports. I do not believe for a mo ment that professional tennis can be ex ploited and express itself in exhibition tours such as that undertaken by Mr Pyle. But there must stake, a title as well as money or a trophy. Competition will hold the public interest, but exhibitions will not. There are enough professionals already in America to furnish fair competition with the amateurs, but there have been no open tournaments to allow them the privilege of meeting in competition. I know of no reason why be something at y there should not be an annual professional tennis cham- pionship and perhaps in time a tourna- ment open to professional and amateur alike. Frequently I have been asked whether Argutter, the professional of the West Side Tennis Club at Forest Hills, could defeat the best American amateurs. I don’t know. He may have the game to do it, but he has not had the test matches such as important tournaments alone afford. When he wanted to play in a tournament he had to go to Europe, because America, with more tennis players than all Europe, has not yet got used to the idea of tournament competitions for professionals in tennis What is an Amateur? Because professionalism in tennis, if not entirely new, has at least not yet estab- lished itself, it is subject to some strange, illogical discriminations. Possibly the de- bates growing out of Mr. Pyle’s acti vities may contribute to the hastening of the sadly needed definition of an amateur. To point out a curious inconsistency we may look to the amateur rules of golf and tennis What the United States Golf Association calls white, the tennis officials call black, and vice versa. Yet if we gate these men in one room and call in a stranger, he not differentiate the golf official from the tenni , for they are business men of more or les were to congre- could i s the financial and social standing; and though same they would doubtless tent on business on the amateur ru agree to a large ex ‘2 ‘ policy, they cannot } I two game For example, in tennis, an amateur can receive traveling expenst in golf, an ama teur cannot. In tennis, an amateur can write an instructive article, but, in golf, an amateur can write only how he plays golf, not how golf should be played, because that would infringe on the professionals’ field In tennis, an amateur cannot report a tournament in which he | ng. In golf an amateur may play in at the same time There are open tournaments in golf, per a tourna report it rs and professionals to meet mitting amatei In tennis, there is no such provisior I have had good reason to know of these inconsistencies, for I have made an honest endeavor to live up to the letter of these rules in both tennis and golf, and had a very agonizing experience in the South last winter when I was playing tennis one mo am not exag ment and golf the next. I gerating when I say that I was obliged to hold many meetin with Iriendly advisers and offi t me from being one moment within the law and the next a criminal. One could go on for hours relating incon sistencies in the amateur rules of variou sports-governing bodies. They are in a new field and can be expected to make faul regulations. Professi ul ism have never been in this country before S. W. Merrihew, one of the well-know: men in amateur lawn tennis, has for year urged a simple and effective rule whic! would define a professional as “on cepts money or its equivalent for ] teaching tennis.”” He would not bother with the various devices ar created from time to time to pre 1 amendments vent play in ers from capitalizing their reputation Continued on Page 71

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 67 Fe heiatienona POeeeettetteeeee. 1 Ee ’ Where Duty Keeps No Hours Far into the night, when the rest of the world is fast asleep, Speed Wagons are keeping relentlessly at it— scurrying through darkened streets — searching their ways along winding trails, on a “night’s run” to a dis- tant town. Wherever there’s important work—work that must be done, regardless of clock or calendar— Speed Wagons carry a lion’s share of responsibility. A a a aie siinialien Because Heavy Duty Speed Wagons are born to a life CH ASSIS PRIC ES of rugged service, because their stamina is “bred in the Sea Ba Scene bone,” because they are foemen of maintenance costs— *1090 1240 they have won the unqualified preference of shrewd Heavy Duty business men. Thousands of operators, in as many lines | *1985 of business, attest the endurance that makes 100,000 ™~ = nfo miles without extensive repairs nothing unusual for Heavy Duty Speed Wagons. If you use motor trucks, or are considering adding 4 vv their economy to your business, your Speed Wagon SPEED IAGON dealer has a story that you'll be glad to hear.

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST You buy the L/QUID- JHEN you drive up to a filling station, you as& for ‘gas.’ The word is short. It is correct, too, be- cause while you do see so many gallons of liquid gasoline Howing into the tank, it is not the 4zuid you use. It is the gas—the vapor of gasoline, that produces the power. The more complete the vaporization of gasoline in the carburetor and manifold, the greater the available power for the engine and the more perfect its action. The differ- ence in gasolines is largely a difference in vaporization. Have this in mind when you buy gasoline. The ew and etter Texaco Gasoline vaporizes perfectly under normal engine conditions. It forms a dry gas. You get more per gallon and per dollar, because the April 30,1927

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 69 but you use the VAPOR/ dry fuel value is higher. The ew and ester Texaco has a lower boiling point—more easi/y vaporized, and at lower temperatures. That means quick starts. It has a lower end point— more comp/ete/y vaporized, with no heavy ends. It burns completely—delivers a// its power. It distributes evenly. Each cylinder keeps pace with the power of all the others, giving that smoothness, co- ordination and perfect balance—that engine ** PEP’’— that new Pick-up, Power and Mileage. If you have not tried Texaco, use up the old gaso- line in your tank to the last gallon or so. Then stop for a fill at any. Texaco pump. ‘The better results are immediate. THE TEXAS COMPANY, 17 BATTERY PLACE, NEW YORK CITY Texaco Petroleum Products Buy motor oil by name — TEXACO— clean, clear, golden The NE Wand BETTER TEXACO 4 FORMS A DRY GAS a -but you use the VAPOR ‘a

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SATURDAY EVENING POST Magnificent is the Word for the new ROYAL EIGHT ITH its Royal Eight and its resplendent new Sixes, magnificent new Chandler is glorifying the style, the luxury and performance of the modern automo- bile—all to the greater glory and success of Chandler. East and West, in county, every state, every town, every motor car owners are shifting to Chandler by the thousands— with the positiveness of unwavering con- victions—with all the enthusiasm that attends the discovery of something better! and neu SIXES People are discovering, for instance, that these new Eights and Sixes by Chan- dler have a mofe elastic power range, and are infinitely smoother and quieter at all speeds, than any other cars they have ever ridden in. As a matter of fact, ultra-ultra performance always has been, and always will be, the mainspring and mainstay of Chandler popularity. There are, all together, twenty-five new Chandler body styles—each and every one a proud work of artistic body-building — inwardly and outwardly impeccable—lav- ishly upholstered, fitted and equipped. Even the prices are appealing. The Sixes range from only $945 to $1895, and the Eights from $2195 to $2295, f. 0. b. Factory. We proudly ask you to see these cars—and to drive one and give it every conceivable test. CAHANDLETS CHANDLER-CLEVELAND MOTORS CORPORATION, CLEVELAND; Export Department, 1819 Broadway, New York City April 50,4927 — —

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Continued from Page 66 parks and on school grounds. There are other ways except playing. You can’t pos- Kansas City, for instance, 300 pu ourt ibly prevent a tennis reputation from and only 25courts on private-club ground being capitalized. Vincent Richards, for in St. Paul there are 75 public courts and 12 instance, sold » insurance and is frank to private court Detroit has nearly 100 pul admit that his tennis reputation gained him yurts, on which 300,000 matches are interviews with prospects who might not yed in a season. In the neighborhood otherwise have given him an interview of 1,000,000 Americans are playing tenni Originally the purpose in dist ing Any game that grows popular is likely to be professional and amateur was to protect the commercialized. Therefore wise and caln amateur, who, not devoting his whole tims judgments are needed in determining the to sport, was therefore presumably inferior relations between amateur and professiona to the professional in competition. But in The solution in golf has been an ible t recent years the interest in sports has in- should be so in tennis creased vastly, so that the reward of being I am not greatly agitated over the que an outstanding amateur often is the oppor tion. To me it is simply a case of getting t » become a profe ssional used to something new gaioshes, ior I

I first saw a Woman wearing them in a New seemed ridiculous and ug recent stance confined to at Dartmouth To me they amazingly in game is no longer being played in the has grown

years. The clubs, but is public THE SATURDAY EVENING POST

LETTERS FROM FRATERNITY Continued from Page 40 When we arrived at the Carry it was And I had two experiences that I would near noon, and we stopped to eat our lunch. not We then leisurely walked on down to turn breadth escape that makes me shudder to of road near Round Pond, when we met Jo think of Porter and Fred Killman looking for their perience little re: which had become lost.

care to take again One was a The man who ne What it means 0

dogs, land in the night on half-tide ledge hat lie The y said the last they heard the dogs far out to sea was about eleven o'clock, that they had ledge in the darkest hour of night, just be- found where they come into the road a half fore dawn, only to be hailed from the ness, “Keep off and made the into that boiling surf and ksten to the roar

mile below, had apparently gone toward the Carry. But there was so many tracks it was uncertain which way they had gone. But we told them we had been on the Neck, had not heard them in that The other fellow had landing. To look beat us, of the breakers used to make the cold chills run down my back, but the men | was with ‘ j ana

vicinity. only laughed and steadied the boat rhe So we all walked on down theroad. Then’ were old lobster fishermen and knew thei we heard Oscar Folly trade

Jotold him t came into the road a quarter of a As we came up to him,a UH as the hallooing off near h Mar. 3187 As for planting the—trout —fry, I expect ntends to come as soon Pond. eir dogs were lost, and Oscar as he settled I made my first plant of trout fry —gov- May 12, 1902, and the May 8, made my first plant in the Ruffingham brooks. As far as I can remem ve been planting more or less ever mile below us. will be here, man named Bradstreet, on his way home roads are from the harbor— he lived on the Neck near Starbord Rock—told us he had met Dave Manson down in Deep Hollow, with a large fox on his back and two hounds at his side. Jo inquired the color of the dogs, and Brad- What Jo and Fred since ernment fish ber, h

street told him said had better be forgotten, but Oscar I believe a serious mistake being 1ughed till | Ss eyes ran over made in allowi nexperienced people to Dave had picked up their dogs on his’ plant young f I am sure it requir

i¢ way, and took them along to add tone to extreme care, and weather conditions has

his fox. And when he arrived in town he much to do with asucce ilplant. Fo was joined by many dogs on the way, as_ stance, I met a man a few weeks ago at the well as men, women and children P.O. He works for a truckman in Belfast Dave led the procession across the and told me he had often planted fis! I bridge, up around the soldiers’ monument, asked him how he managed them or and back to his shop, his hounds baying, arrival at brook, and so or He said, “‘] barking, and children cheerir e put them in.” I I suppose you e made aspeech, telling the ple of gradually changed the water in the ! 4 successiul [0x int fore you distributed the fish along the Mar. 12, 1923 low water ‘No,” he said I emptied PD pus BEN: Sent five applications for o the brook I then asked if he / trout to Augusta day before yesterday nstructions as to vy th Dunton Brook, George’s River, Thompson planted,”’ and he replied, he Brook, Montville Center Brook, and remember. I then said You sin Sheepscot stream Just returnedfrom ply dumped a whole can in one place And village with mail. Received letter from he replied, ‘* Yes And he told me he had Augusta. My applications for fish are on often gone to Camden after fis! And al file for allotment this spring. I’m in hopes ways dumped a can in a place without ever to get 40,000 more for the Sheepscot. . . changing the temperature of water And I told him he had probably killed of al MarR. 28, 1923 the fist EAR BEN: Received your letter of the give you an idea of what I mean, last UF sa last night. | am glad these letters 3. volunteered to he p. On arriva t

prove interesting to you m he was in a great hurry—as he only For several years I was a persistent hun- went with the hope of doing some fishing ter of sea birds on the outer ledges. There This was on the headwaters of the Shee; was no close season then. My first lessons scot, and the fry had been brought from were with men of lifelong experience. I Camden, more than 20 miles away. Thi am sure they knew how to handle a small fry arrived in fine shape, but the tempera boat on a dark night in a rough sea. And _ ture of the water in those cans must have the landings they used to make that will never be recorded in story, but if told, for Zane Grey's com- skill and daring would make raing Two of the men I used to hunt horseback look lke 30 cents parative ly with lost their lives in the Israel Turner, a veteran pilot, his life in South West Harbor, in the David Manson, the fox-hunting of Vinal Haven, lost his life in the 1e¢ night on half- tide ledges. lost

night on a sunker ige int

if t i ‘ erye ‘ im t Wet t t yin i’ i ry i TY put tly I inotw ne I saw ¢ tham 1 , , . y em om that J er read en I If te ( i i ‘ 110 é Vou tye mea I ! i ‘ fe i ture ( en ‘ ‘ tne Americal f f A name l Ke git 4G f eer i doned. Sopa me if I pre tanew and the present 1uteur toward profs ‘ Sport not rea a pastime in Ame i It 7 ’ l na l + mu + ‘ t wage earne After a what doe t matter whether are r imateu i t ote or i ] the yarmne been mar 1egrec apove the broo And is 1 drew off a pail of water and then put back the same amount from the brook, B wanted to Know what that was [or Then | drew off two pails fu and put back one And while wat ng the result, B. wanted to know “what I did that for Then I i | yw uu. I hate to | these fry, but I lo it just to show t necessa gradua to bring the tem- belore putting them i So I took the ladle and dipped up 4 fry ind said Now come here and see what Ww happen when we put these in the wate I ireiu put them In a shaliow near the bar Result? They darted here

elly up in probably less than 10 second It was pract i nstant deat! ] ther iid Now do you understand wl t is necessar to change the wate n tnat car to the temperature of the brook? If you lo not, I'll show you 1 few minutes as soon as I get those fish breathing brook vate It doesn’t take long Almost as JUICT uu ir nange 1 it Ss done gradu later, when I had al n can, I said, “‘ Let’s see what

when these are placed.”” The

vit t lit é m ed then 4 man who knows nothing about fish, or ‘ f< not yy it |} fee for t nsport gy them, should never be allowed ny- ‘ gy to d with planting them T'} s is n I I ulter watc! g the game tor twent vea The iperintendent of every tche should accompa! fish to the } s and see that the ire properly |} ted The there will be resu W ul APRIL 4TH, 7 P.M I’ve had 1 slight cold and pre t! at r several days am feeling better ww and try the pickerel tomorrow Just at sunset tonight, as I wa oming from the v ige, I stopped on the w ind tened to the weetest song Il ever heard A robir the first that I have seer Why t the b rds appear s »much | ippier in the ng ght than in the fa when on the wav south? Did vou eve notice the crow n the fall when mig ng? Hundreds of them ymetime “ he ing along Io mile or more —on er ving-—-with neve ind. But not so in the spring. I b eve ¢ ce this nortniand ¢t Ihe } 3 e beginning to A \ le oper nda the low places in tne eid l f wate Another da et na the loods w } e started Well, « igh of this Sarah joins me in best wishes to vou and iT ir . . SERT M

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OL S, Ser USA (TRADE MARK) A File for Every Purpose THE SATURDAY So now Bessie wandered about the house and grounds, talking to the servants, who adored her, singing her snatches of little French songs, smoking interminably, and even quietly interrogating Herbert when one evening he came to dine and she got downstairs before the others. ‘I don’t think Kay is looking very well. Do you?” “It’s still warm.” “This isn’t her first summer,” she said, rather sharply. ‘‘She’s thin, and I don’t think she’s very happy.”’ “TI can’t say as to that. She’s rather quiet. But then she never is — boisterous.” **Now see here, Herbert,”’ she said. “I’ve seen a lot of lives ruined by people keeping their mouths shut when they should have talked. I happen to be fond of Kay, and there’s something wrong with her. She doesn’t laugh and she doesn’t eat. I don’t think she’s sleeping either. It isn’t be- tween you and her, is it?” “Good Lord! No!” “Do you know what it is?” And for a moment she thought he was going to tell her. Then he pulled himself up, all correct in his dinner jacket, with his tie neatly tied, and remembered that there were some things one did not talk about. “Really,” he said, ‘I hardly feel that I “an discuss Kay, even with you, Mrs. Os- borne. Why don’t you talk to her your- self?”’ She turned away from him, exasperated. Then, the next and last day of her visit, she walked into Kay’s bedroom, to find her face down on the bed, and a little, a very little snapshot picture clutched in her hand. She had dropped asleep like that, and with no more compunction than she would have felt in extracting a splinter, Bes- sie Osborne took the pic.ure from her as she slept and carried it to the window. She was still gazing at it when Kay wakened and sat up. Bessie turned and looked at her. ‘It won't do, darling,” she said. ‘‘He’s a handsome rascal, but it just won't do.” Kay slid off the bed and went over to her. ‘‘Why won't it do? He’s a man—a real man.” “He looks it, honey. But he won't do, just the same. What’s his name?” ‘*MeNair— Tom MeNair.” “Very well, I'll take it for granted this Tom MeNair is in love with you. I sup- pose he has told you so.”’ Kay nodded. ‘And that this love is all you have in com- mon. That’s true, too, isn’t it?”’ ‘“What have any other two people who love and marry?” ‘Plenty,’ she said quickly. ‘‘ Tastes, habits, ideas of life. You don’t realize all that now, but you will later on. This this early ecstasy we call love, it’s only a part of the whole business. And when it’s gone—and it always goes, my dear—you have to have something else to fall back on. I suppose you met him out at the ranch?”’ ai Sy “What is he foreman? I thought Mal- lory ne “ Heisn’tanything. He just works there. I don’t think he owns a thing in the world, unless it’s his horse and saddle. Oh, don’t tell me I’m crazy! I've gone through all that. And I’ve fought until I’m worn out. I can’t fight it any more. It’s just hap- pened—that’s all.” ‘**Do they know here?”’ ““More or less. They think I’ve given him up.” ‘But you haven’t?”’ “Not if he wants me. I ought to tell you this about him: I asked him to let me stay and he sent me away.” If Bessie made any mental reservation about this heroic attitude of Tom’s, she concealed it. ‘That was very noble of him,” she said, and Kay accepted it liter- ally. Sut Bessie did not feel as she went back so later that she hour or to her room an EVENING POST LOST ECSTASY Continued from Page 27) had effected any real change in Kay’s atti tude. The mention of disinheritance she had put aside with a gesture. Talk of her father and mother’s sense of injury and deep resentment had brought tears to her eyes, but had not weakened her. Nor could she be induced to make a promise to do nothing rash without consulting herself. “‘T might not keep it,’’ she said honestly “It’s not stubbornness. I’m just afraid. I made a lot of promises to myself out there, but somehow £ Late that night Henry Dowling, retired and reading the catalogue of a sale of old English furniture by way of soporific, was less surprised than he might have been when his sister came in and perched herself on the foot of the bed. “What about the L. D., Henry?” inquired, helping herself to one of his ciga- rettes. ‘‘Are we selling it, or giving it away?”’ ‘“‘There’s no profit in the deal, if that's what you mean,” he told her grimly. “Tt’s a relief, of course. Still, when you think of father and all the lovely la- dies e “Don’t be vulgar, Bessie. And for God’s sake, don’t be sentimental!’’ He leaned back among his pillows and surveyed her critically. ‘‘What in the name of heaven made you do that to your hair?”’ he de- manded. “The search for youth. Lovely, ro- mantic youth, Henry,”’ she told him flip- pantly. ‘“‘What you’ve forgotten you ever had, and never will understand.” She went to bed herself on that, leaving Henry to ponder over it. He knew she had meant something by it—possibly about Kay. Weil, that was all over now—well over. He turned again to his book: “Six Hepplewhite chairs in excellent condition. From the collection of xe Bessie she x HE shipping was going on. The cars were on the sidetrack. In the caboose the conductor sat most of the day by the stove, reading a newspaper and waiting for the coffeepot to boil. Slim had set up his tent a quarter of amile up the line, and back behind the buttes the final cutting and working were taking place. The cattle huddled together, milled and roared, and into the mass of heaving backs and tossing horns the cow ponies made their way. Once they knew which animal wanted, nothing could stop them Off by themselves were the two-year-olds already sold and going to Omaha, the mature beef for Chicago, and the throwbacks that had drifted into the herd and had now to be separated again The wind roared over the vast expanse of empty country, so suddenly awake and alive; cattle ran, with horses and riders pursuing them; and down on the line the engine whistled shrilly. Tom was in his element. Jake had gone in to Ursula, and he was again in charge. The infernal racket was music to his ears, the prosperous condition of the cattle soothed his sore spirit. After all, if this was his life, it was a good life. The weather, although still cold, was bright and clear; when he chariged horses the Miller’s great muscles under him responded with new vigor. Even the knowledge that it was his last round-up for the L. D. could not entirely depress him. He was young -young and strong and whole, and soon the cars would be loaded and he would be on his way Was cuts, the to Chicago Chicago! It was evening, and they were loading at the track when Jake came back from Ur- sula and called him aside. ‘I've got kinda bad news for you, Tom. Allison has a warrant out for you.” “What for?” April 50,1927 “That Indian business. It turns out it was Weasel Tail, and he’s pretty bad.” ‘What do they want me for?” he de manded, aggrieved. ‘The ornery devil tried to murder me!” “I know that, but ‘Besides which,”’ said Tom, raising his voice, ‘he killed one good beef animal and got away with it. I went back and saw the carcass that morning. I'm telling you, Jake, if Allison thinks any jury in this country would convict me for what I did, he’s wel- come to try. But he’s got to get me first.”’ He was furiously angry; his voice rose, his jaw was thrust forward. Jake took him by the arm and led him farther from the pens. “Look here, Tom,” he said pacifically, “‘T’m kinda in a hole about this. If I let you out of the state now I’m in trouble. 1 was thinking , “Give me my ticket me, isn’t it?”’ But Jake would not give him his ticket, and in a savage temper he turned and went back to the pens. That was the last Jake was to see of him for some time; the flickering flares, the timid milling of the cattle at the foot of the chute, the incred bly slow ascent, a pandemonium of noise and great terrified bodies, and Tom, sullen but efficient, prodding them and at inter vals staring down the road When the sheriff finally came he was not to be found. Allison left his car in the road and came heavily across to the pens. A big man, an ex-puncher of the old days who had come up from Texas with the early herds, Allison was popular with all the cowboys in his county. But he was not a soft man, and they knew it. They guessed his errand when they saw him, and after the manner of their kind, tacitly united against him. And knew them, he smiled grimly as he surveyed their expressionless The rest’s up to because he faces. “Tom MeNair here?” “No. What's Tom been doing?” ‘I guess you know all right. Where is he if he isn’t here ‘Il ain't seen him since just about sun down,” said Bill glibly Any you fellows > 99 yo seen Tom Nobody had politely interested. They stood around Allison, Maybe he'd yone to town to see a girl. **] thought he was in charge here?”’ “Well, that wouldn’t worry Tom none if he wanted to see a girl.” Allison was suspicious, but he could do nothing. Tom knew every back trail of the neighborhood, every gate in the wire The sheriff refused Slim’s offer of coffee and stood around for a few minutes with his coat collar turned up against the freezing night wind; then he turned and lunged back through the darkness to the road and his car, the warrant still in his pocket But as a matter of fact, he was very near success once on his way back to Ursula, had he only known it. Tom had no idea of being cheated out of his trip. Long before the lights of Allison's car appeared down the road he had made a plan and prepared for his escape. True, the horse he roped in the darkness turned out to be a green horse, but the Miller was weary and he needed speed. He managed to saddle it and tie it up, and to slip off into the night when Allison appeared was a sim ple matter. 3ut from that time on he was in diffi culty. The horse was kinky from the start even holding him while opening gates it the wire was a test body, and every time he was mounted he And seven mile for Tom’s long lean threatened to break again out of Ursula, Sagging telephone wire and pitched off backward, with a cut across hi forehead which blinded him with When he picked himself up the animal was Tom rode unseeing under u was neatly blood vone Continued on Page 76

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST LEER LENT ~ Men soot ’ P IP BOOTS—flamine colors—a flying line and a 4 F oad er flash of silver scales. The thrill of winning — the joy of livine, And waitine at th tain lode lean of living, And wailing at the mountain lodge, a clean cut little custom car Jor the fascinating journey home. As distinctive as the woman who prefers to drive it. “The Little Custom Sedan by, JORDAN

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ot | THE SATURDAY EVENING POST HIS is a clumsy world for chil- dren. They are constantly run- ning into the barbed wires of our grownup principles and conventions. Every year thousands of them get into trouble which brings them before the Juvenile punishment or wisely nercy. Rarely are these unfortunate youngsters really bad. 1 Courts for tempered Nearly always the hidden cause behind their waywardness is lack of training or proper guidance at home. Often- times, physical conditions cause their abnormality. When health is restored the vicious tendencies often disappear. Warm-hearted men and women in all of the country are doing splendid 1 helping to salvage these bits of driftwood. Organizations have formed which send volunteer representatives to the Juvenile Courts to human been take boys and girls on probation and so save them from slipping into lives of crime. TI 1¢ kindly folk who do this ls at court’ to these work are © friends youngsters Delinquent ¢ by no means found to come from homes of poverty. From well-to-do and even rich homes have come children with tendencies toward crime which have are 1 Only d their parents. Too late these fathers 1 mothers learned that in lity they never had known their sons and 1ughte May Day—Children’s Day has | by the May First has been set aside wu wf Fach are broughre 200,000 children Juvenile Courts less serious offenses. cent of all adult offenders criminal careers before reach- of Phe steps are fast from petty thieving to murder. In the thre year more than before the charged with more or Seventy-five per begin their } ing the age of 21 e-year period, 1923, 1924 Even the best of children develop ten- dencies hard for parents to understand. These faults, if uncorrected, may produce serious consequenc es. the Juvenile Court of Cook County, t Illinois, says, “The first job of a parent of a boy is to understand him, not only = physically and morally, but emotionally.” es = Pa nation as a day on which mothers and fathers, philanthropists and public- spirited men and women, interested in America’s future, join in one great pur- pose—the big, important work of checking up the health of the children of this country. It is a great forward step to set aside a definite day to have eyes, ears, noses, throats, and teeth examined for possible physical defects. But why stop half- way? Examine minds just as thoroughly for possible mental troubles. In May, then, after you good fathers and mothers have found out whether or not your children are sound and healthy, physically, you will want to have an old-fashioned, heart-to-heart talk with the youngsters and learn what they are thinking about, who their companions are, and where they spend their time. More especially will you want to do this if you have ever spent a few hours in a Juvenile Court a where you will have learned that the young of- fender, in nearly every instance, lands in court because of bad compan- ions or want of proper home training. Lacking a friend at home, a child may need a friend at court. tor As Judge Arnold, |e and 1925, the homicide mortality rat: The Metropolitan has prepared a booklet, in the United States mounted to the “The Mind of the Child”. It may help 77.3 @80 highest point ever recorded. you to deal fairly and wisely with your ,.25 2% In 1926 there were approximately 10,000 Children in solving the many vexing ae homicides. In recent vears our homicide problems that come up in connection —~% 7 « rate has been 600% ureater than that of | With them. Send for it. It will be mailed jere Canada and 1400% yreater than that of without cost. +> CT ed * England and Wales HALEY FISKE, President. #408) hi at in Published by METROPOLITAN LIFE NEW INSURANCE COMPANY YORK Biggest inthe Werld, More Assets, More Policyholders, More Insurance in force, More new Insurance each year arents Fail | thought of that | she was saving him! Continued from Page 74 He swore furiously and tried to bind up his head. The blood froze almost as soon asitran. But his anger only made him more determined, and in his high-heeled boots he set out to walk the seven miles remaining. That was when Allison almost had him. He passed within thirty feet of where Tom had dropped down into a swale when he saw the headlights. But with the sheriff out of the way, Tom’s problem was only partially solved. Time was passing while he plodded through the mud, and he was exhausted not only from his fall but from the hard work pre- ceding it. His head needed attention too. He finally fixed on Clare. The Hamels had a car, and Clare could be trusted not to talk. He was more cheerful after he even faintly amused. Clare would like it; she would like to think He grinned at the | thought, and made better progress as he | about me? They'll lock me up. reached the better roads. Outside the Hamel house, he reconnoitered. The houses about were all dark and Clare’s window was raised an inch or two. He put his face close to it and called her: ‘‘Clare!’’ He could hear her stirring. ‘“‘Clare! Come here! It’s Tom!” She slid out of bed, trembling. ‘‘What’s the matter?” “‘Get something on and come out to the shed. And don’t wait to fix up. Be your- self!’’ When she got out to the shed where the car was stabled he had rolled a cigarette and was lighting it, and by the match flare she saw the blood on his face. He put a hand over her mouth before she could scream. “Wire cut, that’s all,”’ he said. ‘‘ You run in and get some warm water and ad- hesive, like a good girl, and then I'll talk to you.” But when, his wound cleaned and plas- tered, he told her what he wanted, he found her less amenable than he had expected. “That's easy to say,”’ she said. “ What And you know pop. He’d ——” “You can get back by daylight.” “With these roads? You know I can’t. I'll be lucky to get back at all.”’ “‘What’s all this fuss you’ve been making about me if you won't take a chance?”’ ““Why should I take a chance? You threw me over for that Dowling girl. Do you know what they’re saying here in town? They say you were crazy about her, and she just laughed at you.” “Oh, they do, do they?” He flung his cigarette away angrily. ‘‘ Well, to hell with them! Will you do what I want, or won't you?” “You couldn’t take the car and leave 7?” ‘“‘And have them telegraph ahead and grab me off the train?”’ She was silent, and the next moment he picked up his hat and started out. “Tom!” “That’s all right. against it.”’ ‘Listen, Tom. You do like me a little, don’t you?” “That depends,”’ he said guardedly. “You know I care, Tom. I’m crazy about you.” “You act like it!” “Listen, Tom. If I do it you'll owe me something. If I’m found out, the way this place talks ; “Well?” “I’m going to say we're engaged.” “So that’s the little game, is it?” “Tt isn’t a game. You'd want to act square, wouldn’t you? And that Dowling girl’s gone; you'll never see her again.” And when he still hesitated her voice rose shrewishly: ‘‘I’ll be taking a chance, even at that. I’m not fooled about you, not for a minute. You won't make any girl happy. You're too hard.” “Ts that so!”’ he said. the fuss about?”’ ‘You’re the sort who will take all \ can get, without paying for it,”’ she told I know when I’m up “‘Then what's all they April 30,1927 him bitterly. “I’ve heard that before about you, but I never believed it.” ‘I haven't run up any bill yet,” he said stiffly. But, nevertheless, the drift of her argument was telling on him After all, what difference did it make? Kay was gone; he would never see her again. What had he to look ahead to? Three or four more years of riding and he would be through. A man couldn't ride forever; his joints got stiff. There came a day, if he kept on too long, when he couldn't get of the way and the horse came down on him, and it was only the horse that got up again. He was very weary, very ached, the blood drummed in hi “Allright,” he said. ‘‘Have way. Now let’s get out of here.’ It was only later on in the sliding along the greasy science began to bother him. He took one hand from the and put his arm around her, and she moved closer to him, relaxed and happy. “I’m crazy about you, Tom.” And when she held her face to be kissed, he stopped the car and took her into his arms with a gesture of pure passion. Back at the the | ceased for the night. The new empties had not come up, and the men had laid their beds in the warm cook tent and were ing heavily. From the loaded cars came occasional wails and the heavy ammoniacal and odor of great bodies close ly in the caboose the train crew slept on their leather couches, in the glow from a red-hot stove. + out His head S ears cold it your own little car, roads, that his con- wheel up siding loading har . snor- contine d: It was afternoon the next day before the last of the weary into the cinder-bedded cars, lifting heads now and then to cry out against this new and dreadful and their masters, the sweating, weary who drove, cursed and cajoled But although two deputy sheriffs watched the train and the pens, and made a final careful inspection of it before it pulled out, Tom MeNair had not appeared. The locomotive took up the slack fully; the cattle braced themselves against the strange and disquieting motion; and in the caboose, Bill and Gus the Swede, who was traveling on Tom’s contract ticket settled their gear and proceeded to c: up on long arrears of sleep. It was about midnight that night that cattle had filed wearily heavy against men procedure, care- the cattle train, having puffed and snorted up the long divide, stopped by a water tank to shift off the extra locomotive; and Bill, wakening, looked up into a face which was faintly familiar under a bandage. And the face was grining cheerfully and pointing at Gus. ““What’ll we do with that t said. “Throw it off?” ‘Tom!” “You bet you!” He turned to Gus’ coat, hanging from a hook, and calmly took the contract ticket from a pocket. ‘“‘Do you suppose he'd listen to reason?” “Depends on what you mean by rea- son.” “Two reasons then—you and me!”’ *“We can try, but he’s sure aimin’ to get to the big city.” Voices outside warned them had not much time. They had the Swede, too, and he sat up and yawned “T yust got asleep,” he complained “Shall we fling him off, or give him a chance to go peaceable, Bill?”’ “Yust try it,” the Swede, awake now and getting up. But there was no time for parley; already the long train was giving premonitory symptoms of de- parture, and at any time the rear man would swing up onto the step of the 3efore Gus had time to square by the elbows that wakened the y said wide brake- caboose. off for a fight, he was caught and hustled off the train, and Bill was throwing after him the black valise, which contained his change of clothing Tom had only time to call out a word of warning. ‘‘You lay low until I get to Continued on Page 79

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49 Continued from Page 76 ‘If you don’t, some- thing’s going to happen to you that’ll After that you can blow the top off of hell and spit in the hole When the brakeman came running up with his lantern he saw a stupefied figure Chicago,” he said. Sur prise you picking up a black valise from beside the track. But he had no time to ask questions When he got into the caboose he found the two men he had left still apparently sleep ing If he sensed some small drama, if he realized that a change had taken place in the personnel of the two contract men, he And the conductor, when spoken to, only chuckled dryly. He knew Tom. If Tom was smart enough to outwit Allison, that was his busi- uid nothing about it to them ness. His ticket was all right rhe long journey continued, broken only ry the stops every twenty-eight when the cattle were taken out of the cars und at the pens beside the track were wa- hours, tered and given hay. Mealtime was a casual matter of way stations and the end of the division There the crews changed, and the ca hooses and engines. But the interminable game of stud poker with a pack of swollen filthy cards went on. Sometimes the con ductor took a hand; again the brakeman would descend his ladder from the cupola above, or the forward brakeman would wander back over the tops of the swaying in for a while ‘Tom was happy, after a fashion. He was physically comfortable, rested and warm. cars and sit In the morning he bathed out of the open butt marked W ash W ater, and he iad man- uged to buy some underclothes and socks His wound was healing too He looked Clare was as He meant to come back from Chicago, of course; where else could he go? But he anticipated no erious trouble from Allison, or did not care to think about it if he did. Now and then he thought of Kay, but tnere, neither ahead nor behind though she had never existed there was heartache and he tried not to, Oc asionally he would look up from the yametoglance out thewindow. Asthe bare, treeless plains began to rise into the wooded hills of lowa and Wisconsin he was cor ious of beauty he was unable to express Chat’s sure pretty,”’ he would say ‘Prettiest country in America,” the brakeman might observe. ‘‘ Look at them Trees right to the top! Hills? You call them hills? You come out our way and let me show you some Hol nilis thing!"’ But the they yrew in size the well-dressed, swift moving both he and sill expressed their discomfiture in jeers. Look at him, Tom! I'll bet they'd pay a hounty on him back home.” No! Not enough hair on his hide.”’ hey became gradually conscious of their And unden there clung to towns began to daunt him as the lines of automobiles drawn up, people; and cowboy fashion, clothing and their big hats very undeniably them both the odor of the cattle cars a pretty girl at the sniffed and then moved away, and ‘Tom was

ably — oh, Once ir table in a restaurant

ndignant ‘*What’'s the matter with us?”’ he asked, aggrieved. ‘‘ The way she acted, we might ye a pair of skunks Well, we aren't a couple of perfume bot- tles, at that,” said Bill philosophically, and we | nt on with his meal I} ul the big ere were others, of course, who stared cowboy in his wide hat, with his waygering walk, his broad shoulders and Now and then a girl made some lom, rather and lum waist ignai to them or to they would fall into step beside her, one or each side 1 didn’t know the circus was in town. Where'd you fellows come from? Out of the West, where men are men,’ they would chant in unison But these little dalliances were neces arily brief. They would saunter back to uboose and yo the track, swing into the THE SATURDAY back to the poker game again; the floor was littered with the stumps of endless ciga One brakeman produced a bottle of moonshine, but rettes there was not enough quor to Cause any trouble or to interfere with Tom’s luck at the cards. He was a undred dollars to the good wher they reached Chicago xI YNOWBOYS in the garb of their occupa- ( tion are common enough in the fall in the stockyards district They excited no comment when, having turned over their cattle, they went to a small ! and engaged a modest room. ‘1 hurry; a week or even ten days in the big town was their privilege, and their con- ract tickets guaranteed their return trip. Tom was in high spirits shaved, and as he carefully boots on the under side of the mattress; and when later on they found themselves on Michigan rather, and eyed the girls as they stared at him “It’s a hick town,”’ he confided to Bill ‘T'll bet there’s not a fellow in it could snap

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nere was no He sang as he polished his Avenue he swaggered, a brone.”’ But Bill was not happy. The size of the buildings, the noise and confusion of the trattic, daunted him. When they wandered to the lake front he settled him self there with his back to the town Lemme be,” ful of this water while I got a chance

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he said | want an eye- Looks like there’s enough water there to irrigate the whole Northwest and have some left over 4 policeman sauntered over to them and them Rodeo inspected coming to town he asked ‘Yeah,’ said Tom. ‘* We W e’re just settling to move some oi re the advance agents those buildings back. This town hasn't got room enough for us.”’ Th had hoped for, they

at night, still seeking the gayety they found a combination

vaudeville and moving-picture house and went in. But the picture pur Western one, and after watching it som berly for some time Tom groaned aloud n disgust After that they were asked to They went back to the hotel and sat vorted to bea

eave in their bedroom, hearing on the

about them a life with which They had not ever street and all they had no contact found a bootlegger It was on the second day that Bill, turn- ing on his bench at a figure which had sud denly loomed up beside him, sprang to his feet and let out a whoop ; ‘em, cowboy!” he shouted, and then fell into rapt and admiring silence From head to foot, Tom had lost his ider tity. He wore a violently blue ready-to wear suit, a trifle short in the waist and tight across the back, tan shoes and colored socks, and to top it all, a soft hat which sat rather high on his head Some outfit, eh” You tell ‘em,” said Bill You go back in those clothes and stand trial, and the iry won't only acquit you — it'll kiss you hey were a queerer combination than , ever after that, Bill in his old clothes, which he obstinately refused to

tered Stetson, his stocky , his bowed

legs the short man’s penalty And Tom in his o itrageously tight yellow shoes lor years lI the saddle ad lothes and his which hurt his feet. But still gayety es They went caped them. They tried for it back to the same theater the next night and But it was cold d dark, and Tom's feet burned like fire; d, after all, found the stage entrance ar an the girls who came out were not the creatures of enchantment they had tired-looking wome! seemed, but young who might have been Clare Hamel or any of the town giris who walked the streets of Ursula at twilight Partly out of bravado, partly out of sheer loneliness, Tom spoke to one of them, but after a quick look up at him she shook her head On your way, little boy he said, not unamiably And don't let the door mar see you. He'll whistle for a EVENING POST On the th i day | t tention of going back home, and Tom he tated »O far it had been dull enoug! the thought ol “4 ny ba t t t fool Indiar pusines Vas “A t muct worse I’m staying,” he said at last he must be some way in this man’s towr fellow to forget his troubles, and I'n ng for it Looking for trouble’s what you mear sill said pessimistically And if you're f na it looking for it you'll sure find

Bill left that night in a da acl the West, and Tom was left alone. He war dered about, limping slight; it neithe trouble nor pleasure offered itself. Once he found a shooting gallery ere near Kast Madison Street, and spent some time popping away with a small .22 rifle at row of white clay pipes A small admiring group of men formed around him, and be cause he was lonely and because applause was new to him, he swaggered a bit and Kept on ‘Sure can shoot! “*Huh, you call this shooting? Come out to my country when bears are ripe and I show you something But even admiration palled on him. He went back to the hotel, and with the tar shoes still on his feet, patient soaked them in hot water and went to bed in them He slept badly, but the id stretched somewhat by morning It was in the intervals of waking that he began once more to think of Kay. So far he had fought her back with fair success. The round-up and the arive had left him litth time, and on the train the incessant poke game, broken only by stops for food an sieep Or to look after the cattle ad been a consistent distractior But that night ing diagonally on a bed which was too sho! for him, she came to him again in all her youth, her charm and her love for him. A hundred pictures nim ne Saw her gallantly riding

biowing back her snort hall he saw her at tentively watching him while he made offee, up or! the North Fork ‘Why, it’s quite easy, isn’t it! ‘Mean to say you've never made coffee You'll be a fine wife for some fellow! And most of all, he saw her that ist night The best thing that can happen to me to break my neck and be done with it It would break my heart tox He gave up the effort to sleep and began to pace the floor Suppose he didnt go back West at all? Suppose he stayed in Kast and tried to make something of him sell cut the whole outfit, Clare and Bob \ son and al and gota » here But what uld he do? Go into a store and sell neckties e that little shrimp he had bought ! rom a couptk 1 days ago I su t i bit ol das! ere s é Lots of class to that ti rhe e using more rt veal That was a man’s jot After half an hour of pacing, the se boards of the floor creak gy under hin t was brougnt up by a light tapping at the door, and opening it ar I iw ua girl outside in a pink kimor er he nightdress Are you sick or anything e asket ] can hear \ 1 Walking I'n n the ext nm Sorry | waked you up. I'm bre ng a pair of shoes ‘You're— what?’ she asked, and the burst into uncontrollable merriment He grinned sheepishly. But she did not n She stood gazing up at him with bright ! terested eyes You're a quee! ne ( sald “Don't you think you we me garette for disturbing me I'll have to roll on She laughed again at that, and w e | closed the door and got into his trousers, s! stood, smiling and amused utside. W e opened the door again she stepped ysed t behind fe watlcning riiry ne ested Ww e he made t yarette Continued on Page 8! bo mM had teen ° attended to~ ~will YOU hear these comforting words wherever you travel in E urope ? Imec ¢ youl ri} Europe worry! ul road wuckKets Note < r1oOns, Ct or W , ; }) / ip | these 1¢ ll ( f Cnc ruidance ot A I Express escort AMERICAN EXPRESS Escorted Tours $330 w $2030 \ ; \ fy ' { { scl I ‘ \ iio i s \ ‘ \ ¢ | AMERICAN EXPRESS 65 Broadway Department ~ New York, N.4 AMERICAN EXPRESS borergn Cor New Y k. N.Y

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(Continued from Page 79 Cowboy, aren’t you?” “Yeah What do you want to smoke and spoil a good set of teeth for anyhow?” “It hasn’t hurt yours any.” She was young, pretty and quite com- When he turned from finding a match for her, she had seated herself on a chair and drawn her feet up under her. He was surprised and slightly shocked. He lighted her cigarette and then indi- cated the door. “All right,’ “*And now run along to your little bed, sister. I’m busy.” ‘Busy! What about?” “T’ve got behind in my sleeping tonight I’m trying to catch up.” She eyed him shrewdly. Whatever her idea had been in coming in, she probably abandoned it then, but she made no move to go. ‘“‘Let me finish this anyhow.” He smiled at that, rolled himself a ciga- rette and sat down on the bed. “That’s right. Now what else, besides the shoes?”’ “T’ve told you. You soak ’em and Suddenly she laughed. posed. " he said ‘You’re a funny boy,” she said. “‘ You could do that in bed, if that’s the idea. Come on, tell me. Is it a girl?’’ He stiff- ened. “It is, isn’t it?”’ ‘You finish and vamoose, before we both get thrown out of this hotel.” “Oh, that’s all right,” “They know me. you?” “That’s not the trouble.” “Is she married?” “No.” “Or you?” “No.” She got up, flicking the cigarette into his washbasin and drawing her kimono around her. “Then what’s the matter with you?”’ she “Go and get her. With your looks, she said easily. Doesn't she like said. you should worry.’ The next moment she was gone. He stood staring at the door after she had closed it behind her. Go and get her! Go and get her! Well, go and see her anyhow see how things stood between them. He reached into his trousers pocket and began to count his money. With daylight, he was somewhat less as- sured, and his feet hurt him damnably. But when he went downstairs there was the girl again, on her way out and looking quite neat and bright, and not at all the sort she had seemed in the night. And she came up to him and said, ‘‘Remember what I told you. That's the stuff!”’ He never saw her again; she played her small part in his life and disappeared. Later on he was to know others like her girls pouring out their youth like wine to satisfy the thirsts of men—but he never saw her again. At noon that day he sat in the day coach of a through train, on his way East. No poker now to distract his mind, no girls to wave gayly at the caboose windows. No one even to talk to, save a woman with two children on her way to hunt up a husband who had deserted them. “‘T should think you'd let him go if that’s the way he’s acted.” ‘*Let him go! And me with these kids to bring up! He’s got to see to them. He brought them into this world.” Tom considered this last statement with a certain humor. ““Must be a queer sort of fellow!”’ “He’s all that and then some.” But she got off toward night of the first day. He missed the children. He had not known many children, and the feeling of their little bodies crawling over him was new and warming. Even when he found that his new blue clothes were undeniably spotted from these contacts, he smiled at the thought of them. ‘Funny little fellers,’’ | was saying “‘feller’’ again. He slept in his that night, and emerged at noon the next day from the train considerably disreputable as to clothing e muttered. He seat THE SATURDAY Suppose he did Say to her - i and unhappy in his mind. see Kay. What could he “Here lam! The sheri home, and I’m engaged to a girl Also, what I have in my pocket is all I have from that, I’m s after me back there Prot s But aside step around to the n the world. right, so if you'll just preacher’s with me He stopped in the middle of a that struck him, and narrowly escaped be- ing run over by a taxi “Not city-broke yet, ruefully, and went on. And then he found that the were in the country. He very tired and depressed. His big shoulders sagged under the tight blue coat, the hat which was too small sat at angle. But he had come too far to go back now, and the excitement of being near to Kay upheld him. He set his teeth, went back again to the railroad station, spent more of his small hoard for a ticket and got on another train. This was different how- ever. All around him men reading newspapers, casually getting up at their stops and later climbing into cars with cap-touching chauffeurs; well-dressed women and girls, mincing along the aisles in high-heeled slippers; glimpses here and there of big houses, with carefully shaved lawns under trees beginning to turn with the early frosts. And he had planned no campaign. The chances were, if he went to the house, that they would not let him see Kay. They might not even admit him. “Not if they see me first!’’ he told himself grimly. “I'd be as welcome as a rattler in a prairie-dog hole.” He decided to telephone and ask her to meet him some place. So careful had he become of money—he who had never con- sidered money in his life before—that he reluctantly paid for a call, but the informa- tion he received was by way of being a relief. She was not at home. She was at the country club. When he found that a station hack would cost him a dollar he decided to walk, and weary and lame as he was, the four miles seemed endless. But a sense of exaltation carried him on. It was journey’s end. He forgot the big houses, forgot weariness and the loneliness, and the homesickness for the back country where he belonged. There beyond those gates was Kay and journey’s end. street wher he told himself ' Vow lings was suddenly a less rakish were prosperous xT |” ee than three weeks had passed, and I Kay had had no letter from Tom Twice a day she waited for the mail bag to be brought up from the village, twice a day she ran through its contents feverishly, and twice a day, fairly shaken with disap- pointment, she began again her feverish watching of the clock until the next mail was due to arrive. The strain began to tell on her. She wakened one morning to see from her balcony the dahlia heads in the fall garden drooping on their stems and the ground frozen hard. An icy wind from the north- west was blowing before it leaves that sailed like birds and then settled to the ground. It seemed to her that a cold hand had come out of the West and caught her heart ‘“*Good gracious, Miss Kay, do come in! You’ll catch your death of cold.”’ “I’m all right, Nora.” But she was not all right. The girls and men she knew were noticing it “‘What’s the matter with Kay anyhow? She has positively no pep any more.” “Maybe Herbert’s been naughty.” ‘“*Herbert’s idea of being naughty is to forget to go to Sunday school. Try again.” She tried arguing with herself. It was not over, this affair of Tom’s and hers Things did not end like that. Two peopl who loved each other did not simply sepa- rate, without a word, without a farewell. Life might separate them, but not their own voluntary act. In an increasing agony of mind she re- viewed their last meeting, trying to find in EVENING POST t some explanatior of his silence She dis- carded all her old standards-—the ones sh would have used in judging Herbert, for instance and tried to see the affair from l'om's viewpoint. Had he, thinking things Intains, de ed t t Ou i ty T er Or--she knew by that time the curious pinnacie or which the cowboy places womanh la 1e found something shamel n the way she had met him, in It was she who had forced the issue between them t the end it had been Tom who had a loved but repudiated And then, into her despair, came a day or two when hope bloomed again. Tom had not written because he had not dared. He was in And wh f was indeed frightfully and in sent ner back, » she suffered anxious she was still happier than she had been for trouble. for him Weers. She had dressed for a dinner dance at the country club, and came downstairs, to find Henry in the hall. She had an odd feeling that he had been waiting for her. She came down, 2 slim little figure in a gay dress of silver cloth, and he watched her a furtively. “Off again!”’ he said. leading, Kay.” ‘Frightfully gay.” “By the way’’—how was—‘‘by the way, I have a from Jake. You might like to see it. about that fellow who used to take riding out there. What’s his MecNair?”’ But there was a certain delicacy in Henry; he did not look at her. He pre- tended to search his pockets for it, and that gave her a little time. Then, when he had found it, he gave it to her and turned away. “Better not stay too late tonight,” he mumbled. ‘ You've all winter to dance.” She took the letter and went out to the waiting car. She felt quite calm as she switched on the light, although her hands felt rather numb; and she had to ask Hawkins when they reached the main road to stop the car. She was not seeing very clearly. She ran hastily over the earlier portions, which in Jake’s labored script referred to the shipping. Then she found it most “Gay life you are transparent he letter here It’s you name We have had a little trouble out here. Tom MeNair found a Indian killing beef, and being fired a shot at him and hurt him pretty At least that’s the Indians’ story, although different. Anyhow, Tom has got away, as there is a warrant out for him. If it comes to a show-down, I think we ought to defend him, as it was our beef, but that’s up to you. The best man in Ursula, according to my thinking, for that kind of case hasty, bad. Tom says Of course they would have to defend him. And she must try to get some word to him, some reassurance. She ordered Hawkins to drive through the village to the tele- graph station, and there she sent a wire to Tom in care of Jake Sure everything will be all write details. just heard. 4 Please Have right. She was so kind to Herbert that night that he was almost delirious with happi but although he tried to get her off by her- self, she managed to elude him. “Don’t you want to sit this out, Kay? There’s a moon outside.” “Well, it usually is outside, isn’t it? I think I’ll dance.”’ In agony of spirit, Herbert compared tuat failure of his with Tom MeNair’s probable method under the same circum- ness, No, stances: “This my dance? All right, we’re not dancing it.”’ “But I want to dance.” “You’ve got plenty of time to danc You’ve only got a chance to sit out wit! me now and then, and this is one of then And girls and women fell for that sort of thing! Well, if they liked it, he would tr it too. “I’m going back with you, Ka ] like you riding alone so late Buy binst the Clubs You need Most Better results estionably come with tl Gr . See coupon below RAND SLAM GOLF CLUBS

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82 “Ton’t be silly. Hawkins is driving. I’m not alone.” “I’m going just the same. “*And make Hawkins bring you all the way back here? Don’t be foolish!”’ He tried to say, ‘To hell with Hawkins. That’s what he’s for.’’ But the words stuck in his throat. ‘‘I suppose that’s so,”’ he said, and smiled painfully. He had failed; he had known he would fail. Damn being a gentleman, anyhow! It had never got him anywhere. That roughneck out in the West had it all over him; knew what he wanted and went after it. The thousand and one repressions of his code Tom McNair had never heard of. Damn MeNair too! He tucked Kay in her own car and then sadly got his own little bus and drove back to town; not recklessly, but with due cau- tion; even the memory of that early reck- less drive to the ranch, that dare-devil sardonic figure at the wheel, could not force his law-abiding instinct to violate the speed limit. It was the next day that Kay took her courage in her hands and went to Henry. “Are you going to defend Tgm MeNair, father?”’ He eyed her, his chin sunk on his breast, his mouth pursed. “If the fellow had stayed and taken his medicine, I might have considered it. Now ——” “TI don’t see what that has to do with it. It was our beef.’ “That's no excuse for shooting a man. He got himself into this scrape; let him get himself out.” He ran his hands over some papers on his desk-—he was intrenched behind it, an old trick of his—and she knew he had said the last word. But Henry, after his usual fashion with his family, had blundered; Bessie could have told him that. It was Bessie who, when Katherine had wanted a erest and motto for her note paper, had flippantly suggested ‘‘Get, beget and for- get,” as the Dowling motto for their womenkind. To the truths and half truths from which Kay had built up a superman in Tom was now added a yearning pity and a hot-eyed championship. She saw him making his escape with every man’s hand against him. She saw him riding hell-for-leather along dangerous trails, skirting precipices, sitting on his tired horse, a dramatic and wonderful figure outlined against the setting sun, and gazing from under his broad hat down the mountain slopes for a revengeful sheriff and a posse! When, the following Sunday, the family motored in to church—it was the opening of the church season, so to speak; during the warm weather Henry played golf—she prayed for his escape and his safety. It seemed strange and incongruous that she should be kneeling there, in that decorous opulent silence, praying for a cowboy who had shot a man. She was almost self- conscious when she sat back and looked around. But her mother was opening her prayer book at Morning Prayer, and Henry, leaning back for easier access to his pocket, was feeling for the twenty-dollar bill with which he always decorated the top of the plate. Henry had been a vestryman for many years. That was the day before Tom’s arrival; it was a Monday afternoon when she saw him. She had been playing tennis. Now she sat on the terrace of the country club drinking tea. Around the wicker table were half a dozen girls and a man or two, ali indolent from exercise and the sun. They talked little desultory personalities, yawned, sipped their tea and drew on cig- arettes, in the effortless ease of people who knew each other intimately. ‘“Where’s Hugh?” “Gone home. He was pretty well teed up last ” night.” Anybody coming over tonight? coming, Kay?” “I don’t know. I'm tired of dancing.” “Seems to me our Kay's kind of sore on the world lately.” One of the men said this. ‘“‘What’s the matter, Kay? Not 9. troubled in your little mind, are you? You THE SATURDAY The group glanced at her, smiling. ‘*Maybe Herbert’s been acting the cave man again,’’ someone suggested. And with this picture of Herbert there came light- hearted, delighted laughter. ‘But I always say this,” a girl drawled: ‘When Herbert does settle down he will be all right. Don’t you let them discourage you, Kay.” Kay was hardly listening. She was used to their humor, their little jokes among themselves. But she roused enough to answer them: ‘“‘ What I was thinking was whether to listen to any more drivel here, or go home and read a book and learn something.” “Quick! I can’t bear suspense. did you decide?” “I’m going home,” she told them, and got up. It was then that she saw Tom. He was standing at the foot of the steps gazing up at her, and at first she did not know him. So faint was the resemblance of this rather haggard and certainly untidy youth in his absurd clothes to the heroic figure of her dreams that she hesitated. Then he smiled, and with that half-humorous, half-reckless smile she got up. The group around the table was absorbed in itself once more. They had seen nothing, and deliberately, so as not to catch their attention, Kay moved to the steps. Her knees were shaking, her lips felt stiff and dry. And Tom never took his eyes from her. “Tom!” she said. “Why, Tom!” “It’s me, all right.” He had whipped off the disfiguring hat, and he looked more himself. But she was aware, too, of a silence behind her, broken by a voice carefully noncommittal: “Cool in summer, you know, but with enough thatch on top to keep out the rain.” She flushed; the reference she knew was to Tom’s hair, which had been carefully clipped to the skull except for the top, which was much as Nature had intended it. But Tom had not heard it. “Listen,” he said. ‘‘Can’t we get away from that bunch of mavericks over there and talk somewhere? I’ve sure got a lot to say, and just about between now and the next train back to say it.”’ There came another voice, this time feminine: ‘“‘But who? And what? And why? I ask you!” She did the only thing she could think of—-took him up on the terrace, passed the group with her head high and ordered tea. “T wired you the other day, Tom, but I suppose you never got it. I didn’t know you'd been in trouble.” “Trouble?’’ He was genuinely surprised. “What sort of trouble?”’ “‘Why, you shot an Indian, didn’t you?” “Oh, that!’’ He threw back his head and laughed. ‘“‘Shooting Indians doesn’t count. Don’t you worry about that.” What EVENING POST But he had raised his voice, and at the near-by table the Greek chorus took it up: “Tt appears that another redskin has bit the dust. Reloading his trusty revolver, our hero ——”’ Tom heard it. Kay went a little cold as he turned quietly in his chair and surveyed the intent group behind him. “‘Did anyone over there refer to me?” he said, with deadly calmness. Out of the general stupefaction only one individual retained his self-possession; he jumped to his feet and came over, smiling. “T apologize,” he said. “My fault en- tirely. It isn’t often we dubs can sit here and get a thrill like the one you have just given us.” Tom eyed his outstretched hand sus- piciously. It was a white well-cared-for hand. Suddenly he grinned. “No,” he said. “I couldn’t fight that. It would be murder. All right, part- ner, we'll forget it."”, He shook hands. Never afterwards could Kay remember that nightmarish afternoon in any detail. She saw Tom swallowed up by a crowd of thrilled and amused young people, to which gradually gravitated a half dozen or so of older men. Shesaw girls flattering him, drawing him out and turning aside to mutter, “Isn’t it precious!’ She saw bottles brought out from lockers, with tall glasses and soda, and Tom in the center of the hubbub, bland and cool, but growing increasingly expansive. “No, sister, I haven’t got my gun with me. I’m a little hasty-like at times, and so I take it off when I’m going to be in a crowd like this. “Can I ride? Well, say, that’s what ! don’t do anything else but.” His drawl and good looks fascinated them. They drew him out; when they wanted to know how he had come East and he told them in the caboose of a cattle train, they would have been less thrilled if he had said he had made a pair of wings and flown. But all the time Kay felt that they were somehow cheapening him, taking advantage of him for a half hour’s amusement. And later on they would talk and take him off. She knew them. “ As Kay’s cowboy would say ——”’ She did not know how little he had eaten that day, but she did know they were giv- ing him too much to drink. And to add to her confusion and growing distress was the certainty that the episode could not be kept from her people. It was madness; they;were all mad, and she was the maddest of the lot. They were certainly drinking too much. One youth was raising a highball glass to Tom. ‘‘Are we all friends?”’ he inquired sol- emnly. ‘*We areall friends,” said Tom with equal solemnity, and emptied his glass. The crowd had grown in size and noise. Her Those Big Western Wheat Farms April 30,1927 head ached and her heart was heavy. When at six o'clock, the man who had precipi- tated the situation at the start appeared with a necktie tied around his head and a feather stuck in it, wearing a striped blanket around his shoulders and solemnly beating a tom-tom consisting of a wooden chopping bowl from the club kitchen, she had reached the limit of her endurance. She worked her way through the crowd. “I’m sorry, Tom,” she said, “but I must be getting home. When are you going back?” He was exhilarated, but more with ex- citement than with liquor. He had been sitting negligently on a table, and now he got up. “Going home? you yet.” “You've been too popular. see you another time.” He looked at her oddly, then he drew himself to his full height and glanced on the crowd around him with a certain arrogant good humor. “Now,” he drawled, “you children run along and amuse yourselves somewhere else. I've got some business to attend to.” They took their dismissal with laughter, scattering about the terrace. The short October twilight had ended, and out of the darkness cars began to drive up, golf clubs were collected, there was stir and move- ment. But Kay was aware even then of polite but acutely interested espionage; she could not think, she could not talk. “Now we've got rid of that bunch of loafers “T must go, Tom. I must.” “And is this going to be all of it? d’ye-do, good-by?”’ “Be careful, please. They're watching.” “What do I care? What do you care?” He moved impatiently. “All right, I'll go back tonight. That’s all I wanted to know.” “T’ll come over this evening, Tom. I may be late, but I’llcome. You can get your dinner here; I’ll arrange about it.” *‘One of these play boys has asked me to eat with him. You'll come, will you?” “Of course. He was still suspicious. In a way the sight of Kay in this new environment had not had the effect on him that it had had on Kay to see him transplanted. He had ex- pected something of the sort. But each scene and group at the club had been un- consciously emphasizing the difference be- tween her familiar world and his. Here was not only luxury but the involved machinery of play, and to utilize it, people to whom play was a part of their daily lives, like food, or beds to sleep in. It made him feel inferior and fiercely re- sent that inferiority. His pride was in arms, and to do him justice, he had seen at once through the curiosity of the crowd. But after one look at her face his voice softened. “‘I don’t want to make you any trouble, girl,’”’ he said. “‘I’ve come a long ways just to look at you.” “Is that why you came, Tom?” His charm for her was reasserting itself; she felt breathless. “What else?”” He glanced around, but no one at the moment was observing them. ‘*Look here, you may hear things about me as time goes on. You will, maybe; I’m human. But this goes, now and for keeps: There's only you for me. I’ve been trying to think different, but it isn’t any use.” Then the lights were switched on and he drew back. She looked back at him from the top of the steps. He was standing alone, gazing after her with a sort of smoldering intensity, a queer, incongruous and lonely figure. She felt a choking pity for him, so out of place, his big muscles bursting through his horri- ble coat, the fatigue of his long journey and even the dust of it plainly in evidence. But with that pity there was pride too. He was a man; beside those easy, well-dressed popinjays who had been amusing them- selves with him, he loomed head and shoul- ders. He was a man! But I haven’t talked to I'll have to How- (TO BE CONTINUED)

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THE BLUE BEAR OF Y. pronounced uneasiness, avoiding the vi- cinity, taking to the shelter of the timber when this strange scent came strong, and traveling for some distance before showing herself again in the open. From this, Taku knew that the creatures that left that par- ticular scent had best be avoided by his clan. Still, he had been treated to no star- tling evidence of their power for harm. He wandered one day to the far end of a bed of wild strawberries, crossed through an intervening strip of brush and came out into another opening, accompanied by his sister Atak. Berries were there in profusion, ripe and red. He feasted busily, paying little heed to his surroundings. An odd sound, apparently emanating from the throats of animals that were strange to him, drifted to his ears. He lifted his head and saw several figures emerge from the edge of the brush. These creatures were queerly shaped, appearing to be all height and with but little breadth, standing very erect. Taku regarded them curiously. The wind was at his back, so he could not catch their scent. Then several things occurred in bewil- deringly swift succession. The creatures, discovering Taku, burst into excited chat- A curling breeze carried a whiff of scent to his nose, and it was that scent that his mother feared and avoided. At the in- stant that his own swift apprehension mounted with the first whiff of scent, his mother crossed through the intervening strip of brush, heard the voices, caught the the group of berry-picking squaws, and just ahead of them a male native who was leveling some long object at Taku. With a single snorting grunt of apprehension she was off, crashing through the brush. As Taku whirled to follow her his ears were assailed by a thunderous re- port. Simultaneously something struck his hip, burning him and knocking him from his feet. He bawled with pain and panic as he rolled into the sheltering brush, regained his feet and stampeded on in his mother’s wake to the safety of the gloomy forest. Taku’s hurt was superficial, being merely a flesh wound that was not deep. The rifle ball had scored a groove in his rump. It was painful, nevertheless, and the flies troubled it. He repaired to a mudhole and wallowed there, plastering the wound with mud to protect it from insects. It healed rapidly and he experienced no ill effects. He did, however, experience a vast aver- sion to the man scent and avoided it most religiously thereafter. One taint of it, drifting from afar on the wind, wassufficient to send him to cover. He encountered these creatures but sel- dom, as the inhospitable Yakutat coast harbored but few natives, and for this there were sound reasons. Chief among them was the fact that there were but few har- bors that would shelter even canoes and from which men might set forth to fish or to hunt for seals. The coast-dwelling na- tives of Alaska, from the Siwashes of the southeastern coast on to the Aleuts of the Alaska Peninsula and the Aleutian Islands, round to the Eskimos of the Arctic regions, all are seafaring peoples, subsisting largely upon fish and seals. Then, too, the hills rose abruptly from the Yakutat coast to towering, glacier-clad peaks, and aside from bears there was but little game. All told it was not a region to recommend itself to any considerable native population, and those who dwelt there were few. Save for infre- quent encounters with natives, Taku’s days were serene and untroubled. In the late summer his menu changed suddenly again. His mother, as if knowing the day, led the way to the course of a stream. The first run of spawning salmon was on. The old bear stepped into a riffle and waited. A pair of big fish, weighing perhaps five pounds apiece, wriggled to- ward her through the shallows. She seized one and carried it out on the bank to de- vour it at leisure. Taku plunged into the ter. scent, saw THE SATURDAY j =) Continued from Page 17 stream and pursued the darting fish as they passed. He came out on a rocky bar where the water spread out thinly, so shallow that the backs of the migrating salmon were ex- posed as they threshed up through 't to the deep pool above. Taku seized one, Atak another, and they repaired to the grass- grown bank and feasted increased, fish coming in flashing swarms to run upstream, spawn and die. There were times when the waters of the seemed literally blocked by the hordes. Taku, who had first been a browsing and grazing animal, then had hunted for ground squirrels in the high meadows, later to turn berry picker, now became a most ardent fisherman. For two months he lived almost exclusively upon fish. The shores of the streams were trampled flat by the feet of fishing bears. As he had met them first upon the tide flats, later in the high mead- ows and again in the strawberry patches, now Taku found all of the bears of the Yakutat country haunting the course of the fish creeks. The stream beds reeked with the smell of fish as the struggling millions spawned and died. For two months Taku’s nose was never free of the fish scent. During the salmon run his fish diet was varied but once. His mother, bedded in the timber, suddenly rose and sniffed the wind. Taku, too, caught a heavy rich odor that was attractive. His mother and headed straight into it. The scent was strong and clear, as easily followed by Taku’s nose as a man might travel by sight down the center of a broad highway. They came out on a stretch of beach upon which a gigantic form reposed. A sixty-foot dead whale had been brought in with the recent storm and left stranded. Thousands of screaming birds circled round and perched on the carcass. Several other black bears fed there before them. Taku’s mother selected an unoccupied spot and set her teeth in the whale, ripping open the skin and exposing a heavy layer of fat. Taku found this most palatable and he gorged heavily. There were occasional brief fights between two bears when they chanced to feed too close together. Usually there was more bluff and demonstration than actual battle, and the smaller of the contestants beat a hasty retreat. Gorged to repletion, Taku’s family retired to the timber and slept. When they returned again to the whale it was even more liber- ally surrounded by bears. Taku’s mother sized up the situation, then rushed snarling upon a two-year-old bear. He bawled and retreated with ludicrous haste and the three bears took his place at the whale. Presently Taku’s mother lifted her nose, snorted violently twice to free her nostrils from the putrid smell of the whale, and sampled the wind. Beyond her an old black he-bear was swaying uneasily, his muzzle elevated. A certain uneasiness seemed to pervade the feasting bears. Taku’s mother tore off another bite of blubber, but kept a wary eye peeled on the curtain of brush. The big he-bear took one last hurried bite and made off at a fast shuffling walk. Then a brown she-bear and her black yearling son bounced away at : run, looking back over their shoulders. Al the black and brown bears that fed there were of Taku’s own clan, the browns being merely the common brown color phase of the black bear. Suddenly the brush parted and a brown monster emerged. This was one of the great Alaskan browns. He surveyed the scene and growled. Taku’s mother snatched one last bite and left at a spraddling run The big brown roared and galloped toward the dead whale. The last two bears feeding there departed at top speed and the big warrior moved up to feed on the whale. When next Taku’s mother visited the spot there were none of her own clan in evi- dence, but three big brown fellows there. She repaired to a near-by fish creek The salmon run streams salmon rose 1 ] i fed EVENING POST KUTAT and resumed a salmon diet. After three days she returned again to the whale The screaming hordes of birds still circled round The A cluster of birds swarmed over two smaller three bears advanced along the beac} objects near the whale, rising with protest- ing clamor as the bear family approached The two sm: to be the carcasses of two of the formidable

‘r spots proved } brown monsters. Their hind quarters had been re- moved, but the including the summer t rest, pelts, which were valueless, remained. Sud- denly, from the edge of the brush, the man It was not fresh, having been left from the day before, but it was scent came strong sufficient to stampede Taku’s mother be- fore she so much as tasted a mouthful of whale It was thus evident to Taku that the man beasts were responsible for the death of these two great bears, hence they must be the most deadly of all creatures. His fear of them increased. The natives had fashioned a blind in the edge of the brush from which to shoot bears that came to the whale. Also the natives themselves had feasted most heartily on putrid whale meat, and it resulted in the death of six persons in a near-by village of thirty-odd souls The bear family thereafter haunted the salmon creeks. Then one day the old bear, rising from a nap in the timber, turned away from the stream on which they had She mounted a bear trail, climbing higher and higher into the hills. She came out at last into the stunted brush above timber line. It was as if her appetite for fish had been completely satiated and she wished never to taste another. Taku and his family did not return once to the fish creeks that year. The nights were growing colder now, with a tang of frost in the air. This ripened the berries that grew in unbelievable pro- fusion above timber line. Blueberries, moss berries and other fruits were to be had by the ton for the picking. Once again Taku’s diet had changed, and for weeks he gorged to repletion on berries. A heavy snow cov- ered the hills, but the days soon were warm again. Taku’s insatiable appetite had re- sulted in his acquiring a great deal of fat. He was plump almost to the point of burst- ing, and now, strangely enough, his appe- tite seemed on the wane. He picked round in the berry patches that were free of snow, but was disinclined to eat heartily or to travelfar. A growing lassitude assailed him and he spent more time in sleeping than in wandering about. His mother led the way high into the hills and seemed to be hunting for some- thing —not food. At last she located a shal- low cave under a ledge and deepened it. At best it barely sheltered her body and those of her cubs, with only a two-foot margin to spare. She lingered in this vicinity for sev- eral days, eating nothing whatever. Taku and Atak, too, had lost all desire for food. The first flakes of a storm filtered down on the hills and the two cubs followed their mother into the den. It snowed for two days and nights, drifting across the opening Taku, waking after a long sleep, emerged into the open and wandered about. Atak also came forth, but neither of them ven- tured more than a few yards from the den. The old bear slept on. The outer air was intensely cold and Taku found it little to his liking. His excursions abroad became more infrequent, his intervening naps of in- creasingly long duration. The next heavy storm sealed the mouth of the den, drifting It was comfortably warm inside. For a few days Taku was a bit rest- been fishing. deep across it. less, waking occasionally to shift his posi tion. Then the deep drugged slumber of the hibernation sleep claimed him. Now it has been said that when a cub bear dens in the fall it continues to grow throughout the long sleep, and that it is much larger when it emerges in the spring It requires food to be transformed into

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The tough pads of his feet had grown tender from disuse and it was difficult for him to travel far until they should toughen again. His stomach, similarly from disuse, had shriveled into a solid knot of gristle through which no food | could pass. For the first few days a few blades of grass, less than a pint daily, was all the nourishment he could manage. The juices of the green grass and a few willow twigs caused his shriveled stomach to re- sume a measure of activity, to stretch and expand. At the end of a week Taku could partake of a quart or more of vegetable food daily and his stomach soon became so distended that it seemed a bottomless pit capable of receiving all the food of any kind | whatsoever that Taku could find to put into it. His second summer was merely a dupli- cation of the first; the dining for a few | weeks upon the grass of the tide flats, the search for mushrooms and skunk-cabbage shoots, digging for ground squirrels in the high country, returning to the flats for strawberries, two months on the fish creeks and the final berry spree before denning. Thus, in following his mother for two sea- sons and emulating her example, he had developed what were to prove the habits of a lifetime. That same procedure was to be- come almost routine; which was well, for he was soon to be thrown on his own re- sources. In May a big black he-bear traveled with Taku’s mother for a week, then deserted the family. As denning time approached, the old she-bear became more and more grouchy with her two yearlings. She had taught them all that it was necessary for them to know to enable them to shift for themselves. She knew full well that during her long winter’s sleep she would give birth to one or two cubs, possibly three, and experience had taught her that her time would be amply occupied in instructing them for the next two summers without being troubled by this present pair of ob- streperous youngsters. Taku and Atak, also, resenting their mother’s increasingly touchy temper and her heavy-handed discipline, were willing to call it a day. When she denned Taku did not go in with her. Instead he scooped out a shallow nest for himself in a sidehill and went to sleep by himself. Atak like- wise denned a few yards from her mother. When the two young bears emerged in the spring they would be two-year-olds, ready to shift for themselves. And it was shortly after Taku’s appearance on the following spring when a white man first saw him and studied him through a pair of powerful binoculars, amazed at the color of his pelt. The man mounted to the glacier where he had seen this strange bear, but the animal was gone. The man’s report of the matter revived a legend that had been handed down from the time of the earliest Russian | traders in Alaska. When Behring’s expedition resulted in the discovery and annexation of a thousand | or more islands and a vast area of the main- land at the northwestern extremity of that new continent of America, it opened up for Russia a new empire that was rich in tim- | ber, minerals, fisheries, and, of more imme- diate concern to the Russians of that day, very rich in fur. Behring’s countrymen established posts at various strategic points and bartered EVENING POST with the natives, exchanging trade goods and trinkets dear to the savage heart for furs that were even more dear to the hearts of the Russians. Among the numerous varieties of pelts brought in by the natives from the land of abundance, the traders observed the skins of several varieties of bears. The Eskimos of the northerly coastal regions brought in the white skin of polar bears from the ice floes of the Arctic. From the barren reaches of far-western Alaska the Aleuts brought great hides of the giant brown bear of Alaska, the largest that the world had known. From the timbered shores of Southeastern Alaska the Indians brought the skins of black bears and brown, seme even of a taffy shade. There were grizzly pelts for which the coast natives had traded with the tribes of the interior. In this same fashion a few pelts of the big cream-colored grizzlies that ranged the northern interior near the Arctic Circle found their way into the trading posts on the coast. Then, after a lapse of many years, during which the traders believed that they had definitely catalogued all the fur bearers of this new country, there appeared, among many pelts brought in to be bartered, the hides of two blue bears. There was no de- nying it—the fur was blue, more pro- nouncedly blue even than the fur of the blue fox of the Arctic. The natives were questioned. They had traded for the hides from a tribe that lived along the southern shores of that indentation known as the Gulf cf Alaska. That region was known to the natives as Yakutat. The inhabitants of Yakutat region were few. The blue bear, which was very rare, lived thereabouts, and the skins could sometimes be secured in trade with the few natives who resided in its range. When the annual take of furs was put aboard ship for Russia the news went with the shipment that a race of blue bears had been discovered, along with such data as were available. Travel was slow in the day of the Russians in Alaska. Two years later word was brought out by returning boats that as many hides of the blue bear as could be obtained were to be shipped with all possible dispatch. So legend has it. This word was spread among the native hunters and a premium, over and above the regular trade price that was paid for bear hides, was offered for every blue pelt brought in. This demand resulted in but two more hides of the blue bear, which were duly shipped to Russia when the furs weft out in the spring. It was productive of a half dozen pelts in as many years, but no more. Meanwhile various Russian noblemen whose trophy rooms were adorned with the skin of many a rare beast came to hope cov- etously for pelts of this rare blue bear to grace their collections, and to offer generous sums for such skins. All told, so the story has it, possibly a score of blue pelts were shipped. After a period of years this de- mand, with no more pelts forthcoming to satisfy it, gradually diminished, then died out. The tale of the blue bear then be- came something of a myth, believed in by but few of the new order of Russian traders themselves, though the natives insisted that once there had been a tribe of such animals in the Yakutat country. The Americans, taking over Alaska from the Russians, acquired also the legend of the blue bears of Yakutat. Then the tale flared up intermittently again. A _ pros- pector reported having seen a blue bear far out upon the glaciers. Few believed him. A year later other prospectors reported having seen a blue cub. Then a wandering Yankee fur trader exhibited two pelts that he had acquired among the natives along the Yakutat coast. They were old and badly worn, having been tanned long since and in use by the natives. Even so, they were unmistakably blue, evidence of the truth of the legend that a race of blue bears, now vanished, had once lived there. Then a prospector brought in the fresh pelt of one. Word went out that this was the last of a vanishing race. Subsequently, April 30,1927 however, white men reported having seen others. This was doubted. During the course of a dozen years perhaps a dozen pelts were brought in, each one reported to be the last. A mass of conflicting testimony and theories sprang up. It was general belief that the blue bears were remnants of a vanishing race left over from the ice age and making their last stand in the glaciers back of the Yakutat coast line. It was also stated that they were seen only far out on the ice fields; that they resided in caves in the ice. One man testified that their sole diet consisted of insects that be- came chilled in migrating across the gla- ciers and fell to the surface of the ice. This, it was said, accounted for the small size of the animals, for no large blue pelts had been taken. They had become known as the blue glacier bear. Presently scientists began to take cognizance of the reports and to give a measure of credence to the possi- bility that the remnants of a race of blue bears, left over from the ice age, still per- sisted in ever-diminishing numbers. The ancient demand of the Russians was now replaced by an active demand on the part of curators of museums. A number of hides of slate-gray, smoky and whitish shades resulted from this de- mand. These, however, came from all parts of Alaska, and each of them proved to be a color phase of a grizzly bear. It also resulted in a few genuine blue pelts of the glacier bear, and all these came from the Yakutat region. Scanlon, desiring a group of these animals for his local museum, also to learn some- thing of them before the vanishing race had passed, examined several of the pelts that had been sent out te various institutions. They were all various color phases of the grizzly, some of them verging upon blue, perhaps, if one used sufficient imagination They came from Southeastern Alaska and from the Kenai Peninsula, from the inte- rior as well. All these localities now claimed to be the home of blue glacier bears, yet none of them had produced anything to substantiate the claims other than to ex- hibit the hides of a few off-color grizzly bears. And it was certain that the blue glacier bear was not a grizzly. The claws and the very few skulls that had been available proved it to be more closely allied to the black bear than to the grizzly. Also, the few real blue pelts that appeared in museums had one and all come from the Yakutat region. Then Scanlon outfitted for a trip to Yakutat. He established his camp on a flat at the edge of the timber and waited for the bears to come out of their dens high in the hills and descend to the tide flats to search for the first blades of grass. The snow still extended well down to the water line, though it was the first week in May. It might be a week, possibly twice that pe- riod, before the bears would be coming from their dens, Scanlon thought. He de- cided to explore the country meanwhile. Mounting steadily through the timber, traveling on the hard-packed spring drifts, he soon came out above the spruce-clad lower slopes and gazed upon a bleak white world. A solid glare of snow and ice ex- tended as far as the eye could reach, stretch- ing up into the ragged peaks to the point where a canopy of fog flattened all in- equalities. A bear track shows up for a great dis- tance in open snow-clad country. A survey through his glasses apprised Scanlon of the fact that a considerable number of bears had emerged already from their dens. Fol- lowing out a line of tracks, he discovered a dark object at the end of it, a bear bedded in the snow. The animal rose and moved about in leisurely fashion. The distance was great—some three miles-- but as Scan- lon focused his glasses upon Taku he gave utterance to a sharp exclamation of sur- prise and pleasure. ‘A blue glacier bear!’’ he declared with a trace of awe. ‘‘The fates are with me. After all this long journey to a country Continued on Page 90

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I’ve been thinking about blue bears for so long a time that the first one I see looks blue three miles away.” He swept the snow fields in all directions with his glasses and located three other bears at varying distances. One of these was crow black. The other two seemed lighter, one of a very light-brown shade, almost creamy. “That’s odd,”’ Scanlon said reflectively. He lowered his glasses and glanced aloft. The light played strange tricks in mountain regions, as he knew from experience. The magnification of distant objects, causing them to appear much closer than was actu- ally the fact, was, of course, the usual phenomenon common to the knowledge of all who cruised the hills. However, on occa- sion Scanlon had seen days when light conditions were such as to reverse this illusion—when near-by objects seemed to be very far distant. Cloudy days, or clear days with a trace of fog in the air, some- times produced this latter effect. He glanced aloft at the high curtain of fog that obscured the higher peaks. The lower air was clear. Possibly the light rays, filtering down through that screen of fog, had pro- duced a light effect on this particular day that clarified and brought out colors even at a distance. Again he trained his glasses on the first bear that he had discovered. Taku’s pelt still appeared to be blue. He examined the other bears each in turn. One seemed raven black of pelt, another of a chestnut hue, while the fourth wore a light, almost taffy-colored pelt. Satisfied at last, Scan- lon started toward the blue bear. Difficult canyons and crevasses in the ice fields in- | tervened and the going was tough, but he persisted. Night was shutting down when he reached the spot, but Taku had gone. Scanlon examined the tracks. They were not those of a grizzly with long overreach- ing claws, nor those of the Alaskan brown bear, but instead the typical tracks of the | black-bear clan. | first-hand experience. A sudden theory came to Scanlon. On this, his first day out, he had seen four bears, each one with a different shade of pelt. The others, he knew, were merely commen color phases of the black bear. The black bears, in various localities, sported coats of an amazing variety of shades—jet black, chestnut, light golden brown, ranging even to taffy shades at the lighter extreme—and albino black bears, white as snow, had been known to occur. The much-discussed cinnamon bear, de- spite the reports of early explorers and trappers, had been proved definitely to be but a color phase of the black bear, not a distinct breed. Scanlon knew that from On a dozen occa- sions he had seen black she-bears followed | by one black cub and one cinnamon cub, and he had seen as many cinnamon she- bears followed by similarly opposite colors of twin cubs—conclusive evidence that the cinnamon bear of tale and legend was no more than a twin brother of the black. Could it be that the far-famed but almost legendary blue glacier bear was but another color phase of the black? Scanlon pon- | dered, but he was too much the scientist to jump to conclusions. For several days he made diligent search for the blue bear, but Taku had moved on. Indeed, had Taku suspected that a man was on his trail he would have moved far and fast. During his thirty years of life he had experienced a number of unpleasant encounters with the human animal. Twice he had been wounded at such long ranges that he had neither seen nor winded his | assailant, and he feared greatly this myste- rious power exercised by men. April 50,1927 In his third year Taku, chancing across a blue she-bear of his own age, had mated with her, and two of the resulting triplets, though he did not know it, had worn blue pelts, the third one being black. Year after year Taku had mated with black she-bears and with brown. The blue strain in him must have been very positive, for of all his cubs that had been born throughout the years, whether of black she-bears or brown, fully half of them had been blue. Out of all the thousands of bears that ranged the Yakutat region there were perhaps two score—most of them direct descendants of Taku—that now wore blue pelts about in the hills. Taku, unaware of the fact that fate, in the shape of a man, was stalking him, de- scended from the snow fields for his first bite of spring grass. He followed the regu- lar routine that had been taught him by his mother and to which he had conformed throughout the years. But he had become a very wise old bear, and in following this routine he exercised certain precautions. He had learned that men frequented the ocean front; so when he descended to par- take of the first grass of the season he sought the tide flats far up at the heads of the deepest inlets that led in from the coast. And he fed mainly at night, having learned that men were seldom abroad at that time. Bedding in the heavy timber or high in the snowfields by day, he descended with the setting sun, and did not emerge from the last fringe of alders to feed in the tide flats until dusk, retreating again to cover at sunup. He exercised the same caution during the strawberry season as well, feeding in the flats only at night. During the salmon run he contented him- self with fishing well up the courses of the creeks instead of down at their mouths near the coast. So while Scanlon hunted ceaselessly for the blue bear that he had seen on the first day out, he had no further glimpse of Taku. Bears, however, were abundant, and he shot several specimens of the big Alaska browns, carefully saving bones and skulls by which later to determine the spe- cific differences between the subspecies of the race that inhabited the Yakutat region and the monsters of Kodiak and the Alaska Peninsula. Hundreds of black bears he saw, and browns of varying shades, and twice he had glimpses of blue bears that eluded him. At last, however, at the edge of a tide flat he brought down a two-year- old blue glacier bear with a prime spring pelt. At the time of this occurrence Taku was wandering restlessly some twenty miles away. It was the mating moon of his clan and he prowled ceaselessly in search of some lovelorn she-bear. Afterseveral days of roaming he met again the blue she-bear with whom he had first mated well over twenty years before, and he joined her. She was accompanied by a pair of yearlings, one black, one blue. Taku, however, was ac- customed to having every honeymoon cluttered up by from one to three yearling bears. She-bears mated only every second year, and always they were trailed by youngsters of the year before. Taku had no particular love for these rowdy young bears nor yet any pronounced dislike. He merely accepted them as a necessary evil that seemed an inevitable accompaniment to his annual love-making. The old bear would have none of him and growled her disapproval when he drew near. But Taku, not at all abashed, con tinued to travel with her. That is, he held to the same route, remaining always within a few hundred feet, bedding for the day when the she-bear halted, moving on when she resumed her wanderings. He made frequent tentative advances, but his prospective mate warned him away with bared teeth and bristling roach. An- other male bear—-a black three-year-old joined the party. He, too, traveled the same course, accommodating his move ments to those of the object of his affec tions. Also he kept his distance from (Continued on Page 92)

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One day he rushed the black bear savagely and put him to precipitate flight down the mountainside, only to find that he followed along when the party moved. At last the she-bear thawed toward Taku and permitted his closer approach. Mat- ters were complicated by the appearance of a third suitor in the shape of a cinnamon- coated male bear. There were various combats between any two of this trio that chanced to come into contact, many angry roarings of jealous rage. Taku thrashed the brown interloper soundly, receiving several lacerations from his enemy's teeth and half a dozen deep rents from his claws as souvenirs of the affray. The black bear, however, though he continued to live in hopes and to travel the same route, re- spected Taku’s prowess and fled without coming to blows whenever the blue bear rushed toward him intent upon shedding his blood. Taku came off victor and re- tained the blue she-bear’s affections. After the space of a week he wandered off to re- sume his bachelorhood for another year. He quit the tide flats, satiated with a grass diet, and mounted to the high mead- ows to dig out ground squirrels and to hunt in the timber for mushrooms, grubs and edible roots. Following a bear trail one day he came to a spruce that had been well clawed in years past—one of his old rub- bing posts. He rose and stretched his fore- paws high on the trunk, then raked them down. It did not occur to him, but for the past dozen years now his claws had failed to reach above the old marks made long before. When Taku had come from his den his blue fur had been long and lustrous. Some five weeks later these long hairs had com- menced to drop out. This shedding process increased to a point where it itched some- what. Taku rose and rubbed his back against the trunk of the spruce. A quan- tity of blue hair adhered to the rough bark and the spruce gum that had exuded from the claw marks of former years. Two days later Scanlon followed that particular bear trail and came to the spruce. He examined the blue hair and shook his head ruefully. Within the past week he had observed many such signs, evidence that bears were beginning to shed. The most of the pelts that he might hope to secure now would be shedders, badly rubbed in spots. Here, at least, would be one blue glacier bear whose pelt would be worthless even if he should get a shot at the animal. “Not until fall now,” Scanlon said; “when bears put on their new winter coats. Ten days from now there won’t be a decent bear pelt in this country, except maybe for a few cubs and yearlings.” Taku, meanwhile, had visited several other rubbing posts, and he continued to visit them when he came down into the timber from the high meadows where he hunted ground squirrels. A bit later he de- scended to the flats, eager to taste the first ripe wild strawberries of the season. He came out at the edge of a long open space. Just behind the last fringe of brush a bear trail skirted the open, a trail worn by wise old bears that made a practice of re- connoitering from concealment before ven- turing into the open. There was not a trace of man scent as Taku cruised along thistrail. Thefact that a she-bear and two cubs fed there seemed doubly reassuring. Taku stepped forth a little earlier than was his wont, tempted by the luscious scent of the ripe red fruit. He fed along for a few hundred yards, then stopped and lifted his head. Dimly, the outline broken by the brush on the downwind side, he made out an upright figure. There was no movement and the wind was wrong, so he could not catch the scent. His eyes were none too gocd. For a long minute he stared, and from behind a thin screen of head-high brush, Scanlon stared back at the big blue bear April 30,1927 that he had hunted for so long a time. Taku, reassured by the fact that nothing occurred and that the shape did not stir, dropped his muzzle and plucked a dozen strawberries before lifting his head again. But he kept a wary eye cast in the direction of the object that had roused his suspicion. Also, from long habit, he took a course that would bring him quarteringly downwind from that spot. It was not within Taku’s province to know why men hunted bears. He knew only that they did. His blue pelt, so gor- geous but a few weeks before, was now sadly tattered. His flanks were almost bare and his back had been rubbed down to the new coat of short hair that was beginning to growin. Tufts of remaining long hair, not yet rubbed off, sprouted at odd points on his neck and legs. Matted pads of dingy blue hair still adhered to his sides in drab patches. All told, he was a most unlovely object. Taku, unaware of this, and also un- aware that such an item might influence adversely a man’s desire to slay him, sud- denly caught a curling whiff of man scent. With one terrified grunt he launched into headlong flight. Scanlon stayed on through the summer, following the bears along the fish creeks. At last he discovered the evidence for which he had been searching. He saw a black bear, Taku’s mate of the preceding year, followed by two cubs, one black as a raven, the other a light silvery blue, proving that the blue glacier bear was but a cclor phase of the black bear, the same as was the cin- namon, though rare. Later, ivst before the bears quit the fish creeks for the annual fall berry spree above timber line, Scanlon saw a similar bit of evidence. A she-bear with a light brown pelt--Taku’s love of two summers before—came into Scanlon’s field of view accompanied by twin yearlings, a dark brown and a blue. Thus Taku’s off- spring of two successive seasons had pro- vided the necessary proofs to substantiate Scanlon’s theory. Shortly thereafter the collector mounted to the high berry patches to which Taku had resorted a few days previously. As denning time approached, Taku ate even less than usual at that season of the year. His teeth were no longer good, being worn and rounded by long use. His mus- cles no longer responded with their old snap, and his keen enjoyment of life had waned. He was old, as gauged by the average lifetime of those of the black-bear clan. Sometime soon now, this year or the next, another three years at the very best, he would fail to put on sufficient fat and would go into the winter in poor shape. He would go to sleep in his den and fail to awake in the spring. He wandered one evening onto a ridge. In a few days now he would den. His new coat was a thing of beauty —all silvery blue. And from behind a near-by point Scanlon, at the end of a long hunt, was peering down the barrel of his gun. Taku suddenly collapsed with a rifle ball through his brain. So it was Scanlon who first dispelled the myth that the rare blue glacier bears were but the few remaining relics of a vanishing race left over from the ice age. Instead, he insisted, they were the first of a new type. As the black bears, pushing on into the north behind the receding ice, had made a stand in this land of remaining glaciers, Nature had been engaged in slowly per- fecting a color phase that would blend well with'the background of blue ice, silvery snow fields and the gray ocean fogs of Yakutat, a proceeding that was destined to be thwarted by the magazine guns of the white men. The blue glacier bear, he testified, was no more than a local color phase of the black bear, the same as was the cinnamon. All these facts, later destined to be verified by the findings of other scientists, Scanlon brought back with him. And also, to grace his museum where others might view it for themselves and marvel, he brought back the beautiful pelt of Taku, the blue bear of Yakutat.

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94 It was a description that Margaret Adair was amused to repeat to Jeremy Dana when, a day or so later, he was brought to meet her. The boys had seen him again in the world of water. And Donald, having with his worldly wisdom asked permission to invite their new friend to tea at the villa, delivered a cordial invitation at the top of his lungs across a considerable surface of the Mediterranean. Not many people were the happy recipients of even such informal welcome at this house, for Mrs. Adair lived in her magic casement quite without a wish for visitors Sut she felt some curiosity about this man who had so charmed her children. She saw a tall wiry figure in gray flannel, 1 thin, roughly chiseled face with eyes that smiled from under thatchy brows, and a gravely humorous mouth almost too sensi- tive for a man. She liked the fine spatu- late fingers that held the panama hat close to his leg with a boyish shyness. He was about of her own age, she guessed, per- haps a year or so older, modest and gently bred—for a griffin—a little quaint perhaps; quiet, with a delightful hesitant way of offering bits of ideas in the hope that they might turn out to be worth laughing at. She was aware of being glad that he had come. Not so Jeremy Dana. He was aware of nothing but that this ineffable girl with her hair bound like a copper helmet on her head, her brows refusing to remain on the same level, her searching lovely eyes going straight in to the back of his head, was the loveliest creature he had ever seen. The firm touch of her hand started a tingle in the tips of his fingers that ran right up his arm into a new pulse in his throat. The two boys, in smocks, and gray leather sandals on their bare feet, had met him at the door and brought him in, stand- ing one at either side of their discovery, de- liciously elated and smiling widely. Dana followed his hostess out into the loggia, wondering what his voice was saying; it was something anyway that seemed to please her, because she laughed softly, and his heart closed about the sound of it. At the far end of the balceny a stoutish steel-spectacled dame in a crisp white apron sat with her sewing basket. She made him a little bob, half a curtsy, when Mrs. Adair said gently, ‘This is our dear Libbie, Mr. Dana. We shouldn’t know what to do without her.” The full force of this remark was not evi- dent to Dana at the moment, though it be- came painfully obvious to him later that Mrs. Adair never did anything at all with- out her. No Spanish duenna was ever more persistently in evidence than Libbie. Nor could he know, as the days passed and the shrewd middle-aged woman quite definitely made up her mind about him, that more and more often she suggested that she had something better to do when Mrs. Adair would request her presence in the offing. Libbie always had to give in, as her mis- tress wes calmly insistent, and she was always there. On this first day they gathered seven basketfuls of crumbs of information about another. Dana of course knew the name of Basil Adair. He had seen some of his work. Hadn't he painted that remark- able portrait of Mrs. Coates and her three daughters—yes, in the Metropolitan—a wonderful group of fair women? No, he himself was not an artist. When he was not griftining, he explained gravely, he had been an architect. But the trouble was, all his buildings had leanings toward the drama. ‘Quite out of plumb, like that staggering tower in Pisa. Which in itself, though you couldn't get the guild to acknowledge it, is an enduring refutation of the need to be so sticklish for perpendicularity—a nice Bab Baliad sort of word.” He had been urged, by more architects than stage managers, to build plays, and had doneit. With the result that he had now one THE SATURDAY EVENING POST VILLA BEATA (Continued from Page 15) a Broadway production which was stand- ing up quite satisfactorily. He considered Jarvis’ question as to which metier he liked the better of the two with sincerity, and decided that advantages lay with the play- wright. “You see, for example, this loggia. I can put it into any number of plays, but clients might object to its getting into all their houses. They might cherish an old Tudor plaster-and-beam ideal. And I have a feel- ing that I couldn’t keep it out. It will be like the head of King Charles I.” “And Mr. Dick,’”’ said Donald with a nod. Jeremy Dana made these confidences rather haltingly, with his shy manner very strong upon him, a little because he felt they were talking altogether too much about himself, and a great deal because every time his eyes dared lift to the face of Mrs. Adair he lost the thread of his remarks. He was not self-conscious enough to feel that he was cutting a poor figure; he merely sought to cling to the normal custom of conversation under an overwhelming desire just to sit and look at her. He would have been ut- terly astonished to know that all four of his listeners, not only the boys and the redoubt- able Libbie, who had bitten off innumerable unfinished threads to hide her unparlia- mentary laughter, but the very woman who seemed to render him an inarticulate fool, found him a rarely delightful guest. When he finally summoned the fortitude to wrench himself away from the spell that Margaret Adair cast about him, he stood hesitating in his effort to make some suita- ble suggestion for his entertaining them in return. The clamant cry of his heart which he was trying to suppress was the direct petition: ‘‘Tell me when I may be with you again.” It would not do, that unrestrained remark. He cast a rapid eye over more seemly alternatives. There was nothing to be done with his hotel—a very comfortable caravanserai, but no proper setting for this unwordable woman. Did they ever go sail- ing? After all, one need never apologize for the Tyrrhenian Sea! And there was a pro- curable boat that lived at the Grande Marina. But he had to content himself for the present with a thrilled acceptance of this plan by the youngsters. Mrs. Adair was not to be lured away yet from her defenses. She was not unaware that this abridgment demanded some adult compensation. He would perhaps come to dinner with them afterward? There seemed to be no reason- able doubt that he would. It was a bit curious that both Libbie and her mistress were quite silent on the subject of this new acquaintance after his depar- ture. Visitors were sufficiently a rarity at the villa to be the cause of some discussion. But Libbie went on sewing and biting threads without speaking, though her eyes went often surreptitiously to that lovely thoughtful face. Mrs. Adair, when Evandro came to take away the tea things, moved over to her seat on the marble parapet under one of the arches of the colonnade, and sat looking outward and upward at the great piny umbels of the towering cypress trees, quite black against the westering day. The boys had gone to set their griffin on his homeward way. It was almost uncannily silent in the loegia. And very strange to think how love began. 7 T IS perhaps as well known in Sorrento as anywhere that Americans are odd to the point of idiocy. The Signora Adair was very beautiful, very gracious; a great lady, to be sure, and undoubtedly enormously rich—all Americans are rich—but she was very odd. When she bought the villa four years ago was she content with a house that had been good enough for a principessa? But no. First, if you please, she builds a tank for water, and an electric pump comes from Rome to fill it. There are pipes run all through the house, and tubs there are to wash in, like big china dishes. It is true that the forestieri are very dirty people and forever washing themselves. But is the gardener to use his tin watering pot on the outdoors? No, there must be a rubber manica like that of the fire engine at Castel- lammare, and the water pours through it like a river every day, keeping the garden fresh and green and lush with blossoms when all the rest of Serrent’ is burned as dry as a clay plate. Water—that one carries from the public fountain in a long- necked vase upon the head! They useit as one might use the air. God send their well never runs dry! At the hotels, one knows, the water runs in pipes, sometimes. And the guests have each one a canopy of mosquito gauze over his bed. Does this suffice the mad signora? Not at all. She has the falegname to come and build frames for every door and win- dow, and enough bright copper-wire netting is sent from somewhere—God knows where it came from—to cover the whole house. It is incredible the trouble they take to make themselves comfortable. There are the mosquitoes, of course, and the flies; but to say that they bring sick- ness ——- Would not the world have been dead long ago if that were true? And what is done to the milk of that un- fortunate cow who has the doctor to ex- amine her every month, maché! If one could old Cicilia with her fingers scrubbed to the bone, and the cow washed off like a baby’s ears, and the pails and the glass bottles boiled alive every day, one would say it was enough. But again no, even then the milk is not clean. It goes then into a bagnomaria, the saints pray for us, and then it sits with the ice. But ice, yes, brought daily in great square blocks to fill a chest as big’ as a lady’s wardrobe. Mamma mia! Yet it was true that if Sorrent’ could but have gone into the villa, it would have thought the signora not quite so mad. It was a rarely beautiful house, with great spacious rooms paved in gay majolica tiles, ceiled in cool high arches. There were white marble mantels, carved and polished in the old manner, tall bronze lamps in silken shades, pottery tubs of feathery bamboos and thin glass vases of delicate roses, fragrant lilies, sulky red dahlias, plumy branching asters; there were cush- ioned chairs and wide lounges that made one long to collapse into the sin of sloth; there were tables with wonderful books, cases of more books along the walls, tap- estries like dim old dreams and embroid- eries that gleamed like jewelry. There was a big play room with toys in it, after a fashion unknown in Sorrento, where children are supposed to play at running around in the sun. These toys were not the extravagant outfit of a rich home in America, and doubtless would have seemed a meager assortment to chil- dren accustomed to electric trains and six- foot transatlantic liners. But they were many and beautiful. The boys’ bedroom with its own bath was next to this, far enough away so that with the door closed between and the phonograph muffled, they could be awakened in the morning by soft music. Libbie did not approve of this, though she had long grown accustomed to it. It had been a fad of the late Mr. Adair’s—one of his many fads—and Libbie, who had been with the family since Donald’s birth, had from the very first deplored all such nonsense. Waking a boy to soft music! Libbie was a 100 per cent New Eng- lander, very oddly fitted into this Medi- terranean setting. Custom had done a great many things to her; but it had not obliterated her memories of small boys in knitted sweaters and caps piling up de- fensive ammunition in snow forts; boys with caged faces and padded gloves waxing vociferous over the career of a hard white see April 30,1927 leather ball; even boys quite reprehensibly carrying out far from politely expressed designs on one another’s features. There is something about boys like that that seemed right to Libbie. She adored Don- ald and Jarvis, and had no fault to find with then:. She was aware of not having fault enough to find with them. Of course, she understood that any such palatial surroundings would be impossible to achieve at home on Mrs. Adair’s slight income, but many a fine man—New Eng- landers most of them—had been brought up ina plain home. She had yet to be con- vineed that children should be shielded from natural ugliness, from the shocks of everyday life. In fine, she had yet to agree that boys should be waked to soft music What had Basil Adair known about boys that his transcendental theories of their training should persist years after he had departed this life? He had been a very great painter; that she conceded. She had herself been able to see his indubitable genius; but then, he had painted portraits, something you could understand. Granted his gift for putting on his great glowing canvases the counterfeit presentment of Miss This and Mrs. That, people whom she occasionally saw in the flesh on her rare appearances at the studio; his ability to produce portraits which, if she were any judge, would be a good sight pleasanter to live with than the originals. But was that any guaranty that he knew what to do with human boys? She had not liked Mr. Adair, if truth were to be told. It was not even true that he had a claim upon her affection because he had made her beloved mistress happy. He hadn’t. Mrs. Adair had made herself happy, which is a very different thing. She had looked at the handsome, graceful, win- ning genius, and had seen what not of char- acter, soul and spirit that were not there at all. There had not been even loyalty in that charming exterior, as Libbie knew, and guarded the knowledge passionately from her lamb. Mr. Adair’s theories about environment and influence on neophytic life were all of a piece with the way he lived himself. He professed to have simple tastes, and asked for nothing more than the best of every- thing; the utmost of luxury and comfort in dress, in food, in every contact with the necessities of his perishable frame. He had lived in a warmed and wadded nest, reso- lutely ignoring the existence of any less harmonious levels. To hear him talk, you’d think a red- flannel petticoat hanging out a tenement window against blurry russet brick was a justification of any slums. He had ridden past this delectable color chime one day in a patron’s limousine on his sheltered way to an out-of-town sitting, and had glowed with the exquisite memory of it for days. That there were unbeautiful, sorrowing, broken, frowzy old women who wore such garments never crossed his mind. From the moment of Donald’s birth this unreal, artificially perfect atmosphere had been insisted upon. The baby crept upon a great square of gorgeous brocade, and would have had to play with a tiny classic statuette instead of a soft rubber doll if he had not banged himself in the eye with it, as Libbieresentfully remembered. After Jarvis was born, Mr. Adair had only doubled the drenchings of beauty. Well, it was beauti- ful; she couldn’t deny that. But Libbie could not express it to herself except by the dubious word “unwholesome.”’ And that wasn’t what she meant, because she could see that her boys were as healthy and nor- mal as heart could wish. When the Adair portraits came to an end with their painter, this simple woman heard with an extraordinary lack of regret that the invested income would not run to the cost of maintaining fairyland in Man- hattan. But she was not so pleased when (Continued on Page 99

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(Continued from Page 94 Mrs. Adair transplanted the whole affair, atmosphere intact, to cheaper Sorrento, and settled it under a very becoming blue sky to perpetuate its beauty and to live in memories of her perfect husband, in a dreamlike present, and not too much in visions of a practical future. What Libbie would like to have known was what came at the end of the book. The one solution she could hopefully en- visage, apart from the boys’ growing up, which took too long, was another marriage for her lovely lady. Something from with- out was necessary to break this iridescent soap bubble that cut them off from reality. But it was now a very hopeless hope. In the first place, there was nobody in Sorrento to marry; not for Margaret Adair to marry, certainly. And in the second place, drat him, if the father of those boys hadn’t put some sort of a ban on her taking a second husband! If she had known, this Libbie, what he lay there writing in his silken bed that night he was so suddenly to die, she would have dared his ghost’s haunting her, but she would have destroyed it. She could remember that night as if it were yesterday. Mr. Adair had been ailing for some time but was considered to be safely out of any danger, for all that his heart did not give that satisfaction to his physician that it had to various transient feminine tenants. Libbie knew about some of them, if Mrs. Adair didn’t. He had been a beautiful sick man, ten- derly urging his wife to rest, thoughtfully doing the correct thing by making his will, lying patiently in his pillows so that his bed should not be unbeautifully disordered, go- ing through the whole series of tableaux like the artist that he was. Not that he had the remotest expectation of dying, but just because it seemed another harmonious gesture, he set himself to beguiling the hours of the night by writing his wife a letter of farewell. It could, of course, be destroyed when he had finished it. Libbie could see him now as he lay there, the big room dark, and only a light by his head shining down over the Florentine leather pad on which he wrote. She could even remember the scent of his specially prepared writing fluid—common ink of- fended his sensitive nostrils. Mrs. Adair was in another room, asleep at last; the trained nurse, whom he did not like any- way, tactfully banished to doze behind a screen, while Libbie sat awake to minister to his possible needs. He wrote with a look of pensive interest, seeing himself as a man taking a long farewell of all his greatness. Beside him on the table lay his will, in an envelope addressed to his lawyer, old Prescott Hamlin, who. Libbie suspected, was very much of her own opinion concern- ing this fellow creature. The will had come from the Hamlin office that day, and been duly signed in the presence of herself and the nurse. Adair had taken sensitive pains to conceal this formality from his wife. Well, there he had been writing quietly in the silent room when the swift and startling end had come to all his graceful comedy. The angel of death had laid no gentle touch upon his heart, but rather had gripped it in a merciless hand. Libbie’s cry had waked the nurse but not her distant mistress. There had been strong medicine to drop into a swallow of water and get past his clenched teeth. There had been a hypo- dermic for Libbie to prepare with shaking hands. When she brought it to the nurse, who had bared his left side for the needle, she saw the pen still clutched in his fingers, the pad in his other hand. He held them fast when she gently tried to take them. A moment of life remained to him as the fierce stimulants fought to release those implacable fingers from his heart. She had not believed him dying, not with the nurse’s medicines inside him, not when she saw him drag the paper nearer and set the pen to the blank half of the page, not even when his own face confessed that pretense had been stripped from him. He scrawled a word or two and tore away the lower part of the written sheet. “In the envelope, Libbie,’’ he gasped as he vaguely pushed it toward her. She understood him, and folding it, put it with his will. “‘Shall I seal it?”’ *Yes.”’ As she saw his face turn suddenly gray and the sweat start out from every pore, she knew that indeed she looked on death. “T will get Mrs. Adair,”’ she cried, drop- ping the fastened envelope to the floor. ““No,” said the man, and died. That was how it had happened. And she had herself taken the letter he had been writing and given it to the widow, without, of course, so much as a glance at it. Be- cause if she had seen words, she would have slain her own conscience, but Margaret Adair should not have had them. She had come to know in later months something of what he had written. It had been an exquisitely worded tribute to the and beauty of his young wife—so Libbie gathered from bits of heartbroken when Margaret Adair was glad to have that faithful breast to weep But it had ended in some such words as and for that, egoist as she saw him, Libbie could never forgive him: “Though I know how strong is your feeling that boys—our boys—need father more than mother, I hope you will never be persuaded to marry again.” It was a cruel, wicked thing, thought Libbie, to put that ban on a young and lovely woman. She had known of it before they left New York, and had even won- dered if, perhaps, in that last moment when Adair had faced reality he had re- pented it. But though she took her cour- age in both hands and went to Prescott Hamlin, he had no comfort to offer. “T feel, sir,’’ said the forthright simple Libbie, stiffly seated on the client’s chair in his big office, ‘‘that I should like to know all I can if I’m to be any help to my dear girl. I was with Mr. Adair, sir, when he died, and he gave me that bit of a page torn off, with writing on it, to put into your envelope. I want to ask you if I ought to know what he wrote on it.” Hamlin regarded her very intently but very kindly. He seemed to be considering a matter of some moment. Yet finally, when he rose and went to fetch the paper from his private file, she could not see why he had pondered so on showing it. She did not know at first what he had handed her, for surely this was a narrower strip of paper than she had taken from the dying man? Surely, she had folded it over. But her memory of that moment, so wiped away by the terrible one that followed, was untrustworthy. Here was the paper any- way, and all that it bore were the words, written in the wildness of a man in mortal pain: ‘‘Take care of my wife and boys.” Hamlin had pressed it back into her hand when she sought to return it to him. “T think it is you who should have it, Libbie,” he had said gently. ‘I’m an old man, and there’s little I can do beyond see- ing that she does not lose her money. But you are going with them, and it will be you, my girl, who will take care of his wife and boys.” Well, she had tried to do it. And here they were in a far land, under a blue sky that looked too like the picture post cards to be real. Lemons and oranges were as familiar as apples to her, if purple figs were not; but to have them hanging on trees right in your own garden intensified the dreamlike quality she felt in her surround- ings. She could hardly believe in the bright, smiling servants who waited on them all as if it was not work at all but some sort of game they were playing. Poor Libbie was in a land where it is always afternoon. Jeremy Dana, when he came to gather up his small sail mates, was not vouchsafed a glimpse of their mother; he could almost bear with that disappointment, since he was later to dine with her, but prim old Libbie nearly patted his hand as she took in his crestfallen look. Jarvis dragged him in to look at a griffin he had made of kindergarten clay, hor- rendous in intention, if rather innocuously those love confidences, on. these THE SATURDAY EVENING POST roly-poly in execution. Dana was inter- ested in the beautiful play room but puzzle by its wstheticism He ran a lear ind through his brown hair as he woKed about him, and blushed guiltily as he caught Libbie’s sympathetic eye upon him. The abandoned woman made no telling him her opinion “‘Tt’s not like the play room, I’] you had,”’ over the heads of her young ch: she said, in more senses don’t hold with all this bolstering and har- monizing and sugaring,’’ she summed it up a bit savagely. “It was Mr. Adair’s ar tistic crotchets.’’ All very pretty in a picture, maybe, but it wasn’t real. She'd like to see a little New England ruggs« } couldn’t ness. sne put It reminded her of Persian cats on satin cush- express it, ions. Danaset a guard to his tongue, if sh« didn’t. He thought she had expressed very well, though he forbore to say so t Jarvis had almost decided to take along his little boat with “Sant’ Antonino” painted on its shin- ing red prow. He was fond of the thing ina way, but the craft lacked some elusive ap- peal. It was so perfect. “‘T’d like to make a boat, you know,” he said, his natural prejudice in favor of doing things himself at war with his appreciation of this finished article. Dana, with his hands in his pockets, did know. ‘‘Why don’t you?” “You have to have things,” vaguely. It was quite true that this apartment in peacock blues and greens did not offer the usual background for a clutter of shavings, had there been anything like a cutting tool in the place beyond an orderly set of scis- sors in a shagreen case. “I’m afraid you couldn’t make a very good one,”’ said Libbie, with a smoothing hand on his red young pate. “Oh, that’s a great mistake,”’ said Dana quickly. “If you'll think a moment, you'll see he could make the only boat, the very best boat of them all.” Libbie did think a moment, but not about boats. She found herself thinking that this man was a natural-born father for small boys. She was conscious of thinking it in defiance of an idolized memory of one who had found the shadow of a rose more perfect than the flower itself. Donald was taking large copper coins from a Venetian leather casket. ‘* You toss them overboard,” he said. “It brings the wind.” “*We don’t want to buy too much,” said Dana, and led them away. Libbie followed them to the door with their extra jerseys in case the venal 4olus should prove too cold. Dana had brought a canopied vet/ura from the Piazz’, and she heard him give an order in Italian to the driver as he handed in his compressible guests. “‘To the Grande Marina, and stop at the Poste. I want to send a telegram.”’ “*T just wish you’d come and look,”’ said Libbie later, coming into Mrs. Adair’s se- clusion with a pair of binocular glasses in her hand. “The boat’s right off here, and they’re worth looking at.” Mrs. Adair obediently got up from her chaise longue with a wondering smile. Out- side the cool dimness of her shaded room the day was brilliant in light and color. The blue of the sea and sky, the green of the leafage of the garden, the orange and yellow of the fruit, the red of the dahlias, the white of the rampart at the edge of the cliff were all as positive as in a child’s box of paints. It should have been as crude as romo, but it was quite simply beautiful. Margaret Adair perched herself in her vessel a sleek master-macde said Jarvis acl and radiantly customary archway and focused the binoculars upon the little boat, with its lateen sail as white as a chicken feather against the azure water. Out of deference to the borrowed quality of the Dana had brought along the owner of the children, boat, but this addition to their party was relegated to a purely passive réle. Evi- dently he was in the hands of pirates. For there were three figures of buccaneering Saves Mother and Children Their husband and father tells of the experience: 66! was away from home. About dawn smoke aroused my wife. By the time she awakened the children the room was a mass of roaring flames. Then she remem- bered that I had prepared for just such an emergency. “Seizing a Arn Fire Extin- guisher she pumped the liq- uid on the flames. The fire was extinguished immedi- ately. The Sree Fire Extin- guisher saved my wife and children. 99 Fire may endanger your loved ones next. “Fortify For Fire Fighting.”’ Equip your home with Sam Fire Ex- tinguishers today IMPROVED Gyeens KILLS FIRE—SAVES LIFE PYRENE MANUFACTURING CO., Newark, N. J CAUTION: Use only Sam Fire Extinguishing Liquid (patented) with Sam Fire Extinguishers s © Drop a little “ Fre ! on a touchy is for a few night Instant it stops achu , then shortly you lift 1 right off. Doesn’t hurt a bit. You can lift of every hard corn, soft orn, corn between the toes, and the n kin” callu ! m of feet Just get a bott ae it any ’ ’ . wi kdvw We Co., ¢ O

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She sat, indeed, in a sort of queenly state at table—a long refectory trestle on whose somberly polished top the lace and candles and fine old glass and silver carried on very conspicuously the Adair tradition. A widow she might be, but the widow of a great artist, one quite beyond being vaguely troubled by a humble wor- shiper. It was a notable dinner, poignantly savored by a sojourner in hotels long ab- sent from such a board as this. And yet the most remarkable part of it, so he said when it was over, was the happy butler. A happy butler was something he had quite positively never seen before. They went back to the loggia, that hal- lowed place where he had lost and was never to regain his heart-wholeness, where the moonlight shone on her loveliness and put the finishing touches to his surrender. Th boys moved about like flitting moths, having no interest in coffee and cigarettes, but Libbie was not allowed a like freedom. She sat at a distance, grudgingly, it is true, but she was there. It is quite possible that Jeremy Dana would have been smitten with astonishment had he known how like her dreams were to his own impossible vi- sions. It was on this evening that they dis- covered a mutual intimacy with old Pres- cott Hamlin, who had been her husband’s lawyer, and was still her man of affairs at home and Dana’s fatherly friend. It gave her a sense of sanction in this new acquaint- April 30,1927 He took the ragged bit of paper from the case and looked at it. There was a neygligi ble word or two, evidently the end of a pre- ceding sentence, on the first broken line, and below this, in Adair’s cramped but pic- turesque uncial writing: It would indeed be a mockery if you were to remain forever faithful to a memory of me. I leave you to understand what I mean by that. Do not think me cruel only, to wound you in this hour. The eyes of a dying man see far beyond the shadows that close about his That was all the solace of posturing that had been permitted the man. The shadow of which he wrote so glibly had really been there by his bed. Hamlin knew very well it was a true bill Adair had drawn against himself. And he remembered what a miracle of luck he had thought it that Margaret had never seen it. But would it not have been better, even at the cost of bitter pain, if she had been set free from the domination of her de- lusion that she had known perfection in a man and was forever consecrate to his memory? Life was not by any means so short as Hippocrates would have one be- lieve, nor art long enough to span it. He believed that a very happy thing might come of this chance encounter, this meet- ing that his Jerry Dana had written of so revealingly —might come of it only if the young widow of a man as old as sin was no longer obsessed by a dream of worthy dedication to the past. For better or worse, she should have it, he decided, and with something between a groan and a prayer, sat down at his desk to write her a line of explanation. It wasn’t easy to compose, that letter. It finally dwindled down to a mere sentence: You must see, Margaret, that Basil meant for you to marry. He slipped the justification of his act in- side the other and more pregnant page, ad- dressed it and mailed it with his own hand, before a constitutional dislike for med- dling in the affairs of other people — rare trait in a lawyer—could persuade him that it were better left unsent. So on its way traveled that long-guarded half sheet of paper, whose upper edge farmer, sportsman—you will find Liquid Magic a constant help. Don’t delay—buy your can today. In our files are hundreds of letters testifying that the name of this product is not an exaggeration. i¢ IS Liquid MAGIC. This is house- cleaning’ time and auto-repairing time. Let Liquid Magic help you get ready for summer. 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She would rouse slowly in her stately bed, like the princess in the fairy story, stir with the daily miracle ance; it merely suggested to the acquaint- | ance—what a word!—an outlet for his overburden of emotion. He could write to Hamlin about her. And it is true that he did. With quite characteristic reserve he wrote of his meeting with the boys and of her gracious later acceptance of him in her | house. But the bespectacled old eyes that read this letter some fortnight later read much that no lens could detect between the lines, Far away in America an elderly legal luminary paced the floor of his office, think- ing of nothing in the world that he had learned in law school, and pondering his course. If was all of five years since Basil Home Size, for the office, sewing room, bicycle tool box, play room, laundry. 30c Warner Liquid Magic also sold in 75c For garagemen, mechan- ics, chauffeurs, farrners, large sizes for shops and industrial carpenters, workmen uses. without it. Get a can for the car, and a handy can for the house. ~~ Adair had gone to his reward. Yes, in a problematic artist’s Olympus he had been sitting among the elect this quinquennium. But Hamlin had not forgotten a word of the confession on that torn page that had been sent him from the painter’s deathbed. It had noc been difficult for him to figure out what had happened. The man had been writing to his wife; it was the sort of thing he would do, with the woman right in the next room to him! He had been un- willing to forgo the luxury of that ritual, even to the indulgence in the intoxication of returning life, and stretch two white arms in the satisfaction of perfect rest. Donald, Jarvis, and a new day. What should they do with it? When it became a diurnal custom that whatever they did they were more than like to do it with Jer- emy Dana, she was caught in the obvious necessity of including him in those early sleepy speculations. 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General Sales Offices: 93 Worth Street, at Broadway, New York —Look for this label Underwear NAMI FAME STANDS THE TOPKIS EVENING POST (Continued from Page 100 in the first meeting of their hands he had left his heart in her fingers, diffidently, humbly, but gladly. What she would do with it, he dared not think. It wasn’t worth her taking, but after all it was his heart, and he dreaded the moment when she might let it fall and break. Change had decidedly invaded the play room. It began in the arrival of a wonder- ful varnished box that had come from out- land in response to Dana’s telegram, to be dragged up from the Grande Marina in the donkey cart of the corriere; a Pandora’s chest, for it cannot be denied that trouble came out of it. But so much more happi- ness than annoyance! There was every kind of shining, biting, cutting, smoothing tool that a boy might need to make a boat, and the peacock blue and green play room wore a new wig of ringlets—long curls of deliciously planed white wood. It was only Emilio, the cameriere, who objected—he had to clean them up. Sawdust fell about like the gentle rain from heaven, and one stepped on brads of a vastly different origin. Jarvis carpentered, and capered, and went about with grimy bandages where he had hit the nail on the thumb. Libbie breathed deep of satisfaction in these days, even if she still wordlessly re- belled against her duennaship. She was all for giving the meeker sex a chance, was thrilled that her boys seemed at last to be going to get one, and wished a like blessing upon the giver of the first rugged instru - tion these boys had ever had. It wasn’t cll a matter of sawing wood, look you. There was the danger of saying nothing when a poor fellow was never permitted a moment alone with hislady. Yet Libbie was shrewd enough to read hope into the very per- sistence with which she was kept in attend- ance. She began almost to believe that love would prove too strong for the clutch of memories. The youngsters, under the stimulus of Dana’s quite revolutionary conception of what a young boy should know, had taken a sudden spurt of growth away from their heretofore incredible perfection. There was no other word for it—they developed a belated genius for mischief. Even Don- ald’s famous narrations, those fairy stories that he had always told to entertain his | mother and Jarvis, became tinged with a | unfurled banner of rebellion. subtle deviltry. Enchanted peace gave place to high spirits, and the swaddling clothes that a précieux ridicule had bound about their babyhood became quite defi- nitely disordered. But Libbie was the first to flaunt the It occurred | to her that Jeremy Dana was not going to be able to stay forever in this lotus-eating, postmeridian country. “I’m not going to shake my old bones down that cliff this day, that’s flat,” she said belligerently. ‘I’ve got a week’s mending to do’’—Libbie triumphed in the tattered condition of the boys’ clothes now —‘“‘and I’m going to sit right here and doit. You take your sunshade and go down there with these imps like a sensible girl.” The imps, naked as brown frogs save for a stripe or two of sketchy swimming trunks, were atiptoe to be off; Jarvis armed with a hammer and a bag of nails—he was at present building what Dana called a practicable raft—and Donald shouldering a scoop net for the amusement of the pescio- lini, those swarms of silver minnows that | went through his mesh like needles. ”? “Come on, mother!” cried Jarvis, dan- cing. “‘Don’s got a wonderful new story | to tell you.” Mrs. Adair had had only a half hesita- tion. Unwilling to admit even to herself that she stood in any need of Libbie’s help- ful presence, she could not well refuse. She took her parasol from Libbie’s inexorable hand. “I ought to change my dress,”’ she said. It was indeed a rather unsuitable garment for a seat on the rough wooden stringpiece of their landing, being a quaint morning gown of pale green taffeta with a bouffant skirt and a close-fitting bodice, from which April 30,1927 her copper-crowned head rose like a tiger lily from its calyx. Libbie thought that if Jeremy Dana were there to see her he would be forced to speak out before them all. “Oh, don’t!” shrieked Jarvis. ‘‘ You look all right.” It was a very faint adum bration of the truth. ‘‘Do come on.” Margaret Adair gave up and came on obediently. They went down a wide flight of shallow steps flung around one corne: of the villa, crossed the garden, and began the long weaving descent of the zigzag pat} down the face of the cliff. The boys fled or before, leaping and prancing like fawns. The sound of their high clear voices pre- ceded her as if they played the pipes of Pan Down on the pier the nearly completed raft lay straight across the way, awaiting the young carpenter’s finishing touches He had decided that it needed another bit of board at either end. ““You’ll have to step over, mother,”’ Donald, giving her his hand as if he were very much the older of the two. “If Jar vey’s hammering doesn’t bother you I’!! tell you the story as far as it has gone.” Mrs. Adair stepped over and sat down on the end of the pier. Jarvis, with a critical eye on angles, adjusted a short bit of plank and shook out a handful of nails to put into his mouth. They were not sterilized nails, but his mother’s back was safely turned. Donald bestowed himself on one of the lower steps that led down into the water and took the temperature of the Mediterranean with his toe. *Coolish,” he said. “‘It will be warmer maybe by the time we go in. Warm enough, anyway, this afternoon, when Mr Dana comes to launch the raft. He’s going to bring a bottle of pukka wine to break across her bow, wherever that is! Are you comfortable, mother?”’ “If my slippers don’t get tweaked off by mermaids I’m quite all right,” said Mrs Adair. It was lovely down by the water, wit! the faint soft moist breeze flicking at the fringe of her sunshade and slipping beneath it to touch her face caressingly. She felt extraordinarily happy—as people some times do when youth, love, summer, and Italy are concurrent in their lives. Jarvis quite suddenly brought down the hammer with a terrific bang, but the shoc! of that was as nothing to the question h« paused to put: “T say, mother, can’t a lady be married twice?” “Why, yes,”’shesaid. The breezeseemed to have died, and the sun poured warmt! Her cheeks felt a bit hot. Another nail went to its long home “I’m afraid this is going to make a fearful row,” he said. “Sure you don’t mind?” “Not in the least,’”’ said she truthfully. She was rather glad of it than otherwise “What about the story, Donald?”’ She found conversation with him a trifle less exciting than with her younger son when he turned his mind to gathering informa tion. “Well, once upon a time,” said Don- ald—‘‘I got this idea from that grotto of ours—once upon a time there was a prince who lived in a country where everything was blue.” “Bang!”’ said the hammer. bang, whack, bang.” Mrs. Adair moved a little farther for ward and leaned down toward the story teller, her sunshade doing its feeble all to shield them from the din. She was always interested in Donald’s stories, but just now her mind would wan der to that queer question of Jarvis’. What could have put second marriages into the child’s head? It would have done more than astonish her, could she have known that this was his last, not his first, question on the subject. He had long been con- versant with the marriage customs of princes and princesses in various kingdoms of uncharted realms, and with their amiable habit of living happily ever after. He had, through that affectibility of a child which (Continued on Page 105 aid Sala “Whack,

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(Continued from Page 102 is not jealousy but a sensitive response to the presence of another's love for an adored parent, become aware that Jeremy Dana the nicest man!——would like to conform to the aforesaid immemorial usages of fairy- land. He thought it would be perfectly scrumptious if the nicest man married his mother, because then he and Donald could have both of them all the time. Donald wasn’t the only one who could make up stories! Jarvis had guessed at one going right on about him, and had gone so far as to cast poor Libbie for the part of malignant witch. There she was, always on hand with her spells. There had been some confusion in his mind, owing to ill-defined mythological persons, as to the for more than one marriage. Hence his question, and all well with thaworld. Re- mained only to get the prince and princess together, away from the witch. Though his story broke down about here, because even he could see that the princess ran away to the witch far more than she was pursued. Donald’s story did not break down, though it was to suffer today an unexpected interruption. ‘‘He was a very nice prince and everybody loved him and he had sucha beautiful palace that you’d think he would But he wasn’t. His r blocks of lapis goings-on of warranty have been very happy. palace was mi ide of big lapis lazuli,’’ said the audience. “Lapis lazuli, and it had a big dome over the throne, which was all covered with blue velvet. The prince used to sit there in his blue satin robes, with a crown of sap- phires on his head and an orb made of one huge turquoise in his hand. And he wished he was dead.” “*T fancy he had the blues,” ence, laughing. “Oh, I never thought of that!’’ crowed Donald But I did get in about the flow- ers. All the flowers were the blue kinds bachelor buttons and angelica and larkspur and and “He could have forget-me-nots and lo- belia, and some of the blue kinds of asters and ageratum and Swan River daisies and Love-in-a-mist ‘ “And broccoli,” not listening closely. Both audience and author laughed. “Well, he had plenty of flowers anyway,” said Mrs. Adair. ‘But they were all blue!’ objected Don- ald. ‘‘The grass was blue, the trees were blue, the houses were blue, the sky well, of course, the sky was blue, and the water, but the rocks were blue and the dirt was blue and the horses wi Jarvis could really not be blamed for a wandering attention. Shut off as he was, with his pounding hammer, by the great round wheel of his mother’s parasol, from a closer participation in the melancholy de- tails of this cerulean princeling, he devoted himself to the last half dozen nails needed to perfect his raft. They were to play Rob- inson Crusoe when Mr. Dana came after luncheon His mischievous eyes, roving for a mo- ment from his handiwork, assured him suddenly that Mr. Dana was not going to wait till after luncheon. There he was, in the whitest of white flannels, coming down the face of the cliff. Jarvis opened his mouth to shout a greeting, and then oddly said the audi- said Jarvis, who was forbore to utter a sound. Still as a little bronze Japanese okimono, he squatted there, looking upward. Then belatedly closing his mouth, his white teeth on the tip of a little red devil of tongue, he caught up his nails and hammer and put a flourishing noisy end to his labors. If any loose stones avoided the gathering of moss on that slop- ing path, the sound of their rolling was effectively drowned in his racket. “My darling Jarvis!”’ protested Mrs. Adair. The sunshade shifted as if she were about to turn. “It’s all right, mother! I’ve finished! cried Jarvis, leaping up. He pattered past her in his bare feet, gave but a whoop of warning, and fell upon Donald hip and THE SATURDAY thigh. The story-teller middle of a word, rolled off the stair under the impact, and both bodies hit the water with a prodigious splash. Being practically amphi they made little of the sudden plunge. Jarvis ducked under his brother’s arm in a shallow dive and general direction of the brown bious, made off in the African ‘coast, and Donald came tumbling after Mrs. Adair, who had swung her parasol around for the better protection of her green silks when this fountaining began, sat laughing at Donald’s vigorous efforts to overtake his impertinent assailant. And then came a well-known step on the stringpiece, and her smile faded to a faint look of panic. She made a movement to glanced behind her, and resigned her- self to inaction. With an effort, she smiled at Dana, and dropped her sunshade over her shoulder again. ‘The boys just dropped in for a swim,” she said lightly. Jeremy Dana made no answer. In com- plete silence he came on to the end of the pier and sat down at her side. He did not look at her, but leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his panama hanging from his hands. It was when she saw how those hands trembled that she knew how dear they were to her. “T hope you are going to forgive me, Margaret,”” he said presently. That's about as little hope as a man can support life on, isn’t it? I know I have no right to come blundering into your perfect existence and crying out because there is no place in it forme. But that is the way of man, my darling.” He turned a little toward her and tossed the hat be _ him. There was a long tas- sel hanging from the handle of her parasol that he looke d at fixedly for a moment as if it were a rare curiosity. “I’m so in love with you, Margaret, that I’m no fair person to tell you about it. But you must be told. I could no more go away from you without having told you than I could cut off my hand. It’s not that I think you could care for me. It’s not that I think you would be anything but a fool to care for me. There are a number of things that it’s not,”’ he said, with a wistful touch of his quaintness. “Perhaps I should begin with what itis. Only there’s no telling that. If I sat here saying I love you, I love you, till the English language had passed forever forgotten from the earth, I should only have given you a hint of what I mean.” He had found courage at last to look at her. “IT don’t in the least know what I am going to do about it. I can’t stay here and I can’t go away. | know I am not the man to touch the hem of your dress, yet I want to touch you—your hair, your face, your hands—as men want to get off the rack. I've loved you ever since I first looked at you —I haven't really taken my eyes off you since—and it’s a wonder I didn’t tell you so. I can only thank my luck that until this minute I have never once been alone with you—never once, do you realize that? If I had been, I should have blurted it out, as I am now blurting it out without being able to say what I mean, and it would have been all over just so much sooner. I wish to God I were Jarvis, or your cloak—a glove upon that hand! Heavens, what true talk. I never knew. Oh, Margaret, you can’t know what it is to feel so—so nothing, and to love so much!” The color that had come and gone, to come and go again, in her face, now burned there steadily. But her heart was not beat- ing fast. lt simply struck rhythmically against her breast like the clapper in a bell. When Jeremy Dana had possessed himself of her hand, she did not know. He held it gently in both his own, separating the long smooth fingers and putting them together again as if it were some remarkable mechan- ism seen for the first time. But as his voice came to an odd break on the last words he shed her palm upward against his face. 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106 “You have been good to listen, Mar- garet,”’ he said humbly. ‘And is that all?” she asked. “Oh, my dear, there’s no telling it all!” cried Jeremy Dana. ‘There’s no hope of ever getting it told. It won’t be crushed into words and it won’t stay unspoken.” “Doesn't it even want an answer?” It was as if she had stabbed him to the heart. So motionless he bent there, with his face in her hand, it did not seem that death could be more still. He did not even breathe. Then, in a movement, he was on his knee beside her, bending her backward with both hands at her waist, looking into ner face. ““You don’t mean— Margaret, you can’t mean-—-is there an answer?” Rather a curious thing to ask so eagerly and never wait for one! Wild callings from the water brought back the world of every day. The unfortu- nate marinaio, who had been down to the steamship, had been assailed by fraternal dolphins on his homeward way. They had fallen in and out of his boat, they had lost the mail overboard and dived after it, they had all but capsized him a dozen times. The whole outfit was one demd damp moist but not unpleasant wreck. A queerly silent but apparently happy pair of people sat en the end of the pier, as the There was a thin shriek in the air above him. Far behind, a dull roar rose on the wings of the darkness and the ground trem- bled under his feet. “Sergeant,” he said, “we'll go back.” Men were up and crawling nervously to and fro, shivering under the cold lash of that death wind that comes at dawn. There was no light yet in the east—no cigarettes, no candles; nothing but darkness and the deathly yellowish blue of radium watch faces. Minds groped restlessly over the di- rections of the night before, remembering, cataloguing and visualizing, putting ruth- lessly behind them all thoughts of cottages and ciean beds, all memories of a soft cheek, of a child’s chubby hands, of clean moor- land air. Memories that intruded insist- ently into the places that should be filled by barrages that were to begin at minus nine minutes, compass bearings that were 54 magnetic. The assembly trenches were filled now with hard-breathing humanity, humanity pressed elbow to elbow to still the fear that crawls at loneliness. The mud was a cold steel gray now, hard and chilling to the touch, and the creeping radium hands of watches glowed sickishly in the first light of day. It was coming— coming — *‘six-—five —four—three —two — fire!” Overhead, the air screamed wildly into life — vivid, blasting life that spun furiously onward and forward like the blades of a giant reaper, hacking at wire and mud, pounding it into roaring, hideous oblivion, flattening the world and half its people that the other half might run over it and own it. Dirty cold hands grasped the pegs in parapets and feet groped for fire steps. The Stokes barrage was almost over, the planks were out, thrown over the forward trenches. Now then—hush, hush! Sh-h! That pounding, beating artery under the collar, hush! A moment—his head is bent over his watch—a moment. It comes up. “Now, damn it, now! Over you g—— The scream of a whistle. Dry throats rattling and splitting, feet pounding, pound- ing across the battered face of the ground. Bodies diving headlong, bodies melting into a rifle, a shoe and half a tin hat, bodies jumping forward into stinking filth only to ciub and hack and blast their way out the other side. Yellow and green faces. Sheets of white-splashed flame. Hours of it. Screaming, gasping, hideous hours. Burn- ing, cursing, aching hours. The retch of shovels as the empty bags are filled and the parapets turned, The cold, laughing bark ” THE SATURDAY boys maneuvered the grinning Salvatore to a convenient position for a recitation of his wrongs. They trod water beside him, giv- ing him vociferous encouragement, if no chance to speak. He finally made an elo- quent gesture of resignation and leaned smiling on his oars. “Tt’s all right, mother! He’s only sop- ping wet!” cried Donald, as he pushed up to her a thoroughly soggy letter. ‘Sorry, but this thing fell in the water.” “Four times,” said Jarvis. “Hello, Mr. Dana. The raft is finished. Come back, you, Donald. I’m for the caves.” It was indeed a very dejected letter. The envelope had puffed up like a drenched soda biscuit and had given way at every seam. On one piece of paper within some black writing was still quite legible, but on the other Adair’s scented ink washed in a purple sunset down the page. “Hello, they’ve torn it,’’ said Dana. “No. It is an old tear,” she said slowly. Her heart had turned over as she saw what she held. The line from Prescott Hamlin she had read at one glance: ‘‘ You must see, Margaret, that Basil meant for you to marry.”” Curious that this message should touch her hand at just this hour. But of the other she could tell nothing now, in all that swimming pigment, save that it was the lower part of that letter to whose EVENING POST injunction she had held so long. Only her love for Jeremy had proved too strong for any forfending of the dead. Yet what did Hamlin mean? Surely her message closed on words that bore no two meanings: ‘‘I hope that you will never be persuaded to marry again ——”’ And then she saw those negligible words at the upper ragged corner of the page—the only ones that had escaped the smearing of the deluge. Just at the end of her letter this serrate edge would fit in closely: ‘‘ st your own inclination.” “Oh,” she said faintly, and for a mo- ment closed her eyes. “My love, my dear girl!” She let her head lie back against him. “Tt’s—it’s all right. I'll tell you, Jeremy, some other time. Just for a moment—it’s not bad news, my dear—just for a moment I could not understand.” “T shall not object if the round green earth remains a puzzle to you, if it’s all going to be like this,” said he. ‘* Let me tell you something. When I came over to the villa this morning I felt—I really felt—that it must be for the last time. Isn’t that a thought?”’ She gave a little laugh. ‘‘ Poor Jeremy.” “Well, I’ve more than that to tell you. You don’t, I suppose, know that your Libbie practically sent for me?” THE GODS OF YESTERDAY (Continued from Page 9) of Lewis guns. And overhead the close drone of an engine, the flash of a wing, a goggled face peering overside to see what troops are where, what color the flannel shoulder patches are. “My God, it’s been only twenty min- utes!’’ And out there, glinting and swinging to and fro on a loose end of crumped wire— Collins’ wrist watch with the soggy strap frayed and dripping and the face flecked with red. The general pulled at the lobe of his ear and stared absently at his finger tips. It was quite late in the day and the long shadows of the courtyard wall had quite flooded the pavé until there was no sun on the stones at all. There had been three hours when the day had hung trembling, ready to totter either way for want of a runner and a telephone wire. Men had aged terribly in those hours, but they were done now and the mud strip belonged to the division. The deeds and papers were all catalogued and filed away in the baskets at G. H. Q. The price only was waiting to be figured out. The crouching machine had leaped once and snapped its fanged jaws. They were sunk deeply and firmly where they had struck. The man in the street would read about it and nudge his neighbor and point to the headlines and swell with pride that his taxes had bought such a thing as this glorious fight. He would be proud in his heart that his son had helped. He would forget the letter he had written to the Times during his son’s training—the letter about brutal discipline, silly salutings and overbearing officers. He would congratulate himself that his ancestors had planted the seeds of his affairs in such a glorious coun- try. He would walk with his head high now, for last night and this morning were over and would never happen again, for human nature was changing. Look at our advance since barbaric times—look at it! We can go about our business now, safe once more. Another two or,three battles such as this and the war will be over. The general raised his coffee cup and sipped the steaming liquid. He smiled faintly as he set the cup back. And tomorrow? He lit his cigar and laid the match carefully on the saucer edge. He knew what the song would be tomorrow. He'd heard it sung for forty-two years. High taxes, waste of government funds, burden on the working man. All of it would be sung over again to the same tune throughout the next forty-two years. No preparedness, cut down on the fleet, let the arsenals be emptied. Christianity, paci- fism and humanity—until the skeins of men’s affairs became snarled again, and then put the job up to the soldier. And the song would start before the patched and sutured wrecks of this morning were able to hobble again! Those beds at the base—full now, with tossing, shrieking, sweating men. Men who had paid with their bodies and their souls and their minds for the last singing of the song. Men who could have been saved the piper’s fee by a little foresight, a handful of gold, larger calibered guns at Mons months before, an earlier knowledge of gas and all the things that make other men afraid to wage war. The general raised his fist to thump it pettishly on the desk top. Instead, he stopped it halfway down and opened his fingers, and again he smiled. He was too old at his business to be annoyed at the man in the street. He stood up and smoothed the skirts of his tunic. His gods were different gods— the gods of yesterday, if you will—and he had wor- shiped them for a long, long time—such a long time that he knew them as he knew his own two hands. He knew what the man in the street had been told about the reap- pearance of those gods and he knew that that thing was true. He knew that they were not the gods of yesterday, but the gods of today as well; and he saw thirty years through the fogs of the future, when they would again come forth on the hill- tops and be the gods of tomorrow, tearing once more at the twitching flesh of men, cramming it into their slimy Cyclopean maws, stopping at nothing save the fear of strength. There was a knock and Jardine stood upon the threshold. He closed the door be- hind him. ‘ Roughly,” he said, ‘‘it’s about 20 per cent on the first check up. I think it’ll come lower when we get confirmed re- ports tomorrow. That’s killed and missing only, of course, sir.” “Of course,” said the general. “*And I thought, sir, you'd want to know. Your son is all right.” “Thank you,” said the general. cent of you.” “‘He was out contacting the Umpteenth Brigade when their left was high. Crashed once, sir, and then went out again in a new machine. Located the break finally.” The general sat down on the edge of his desk and rubbed his chin. “If you had a “De- April 30,1927 “The wretch.” “She pounced on me when I arrived, and told me that you were down here alone with the boys, and if—mark you!—if I had anything particular to say to you ‘ “Oh, the jade! The sinner!” “Her exact words were—in you should wish to discharge her—‘She’s sitting on the landing, and unless she jumps into the water she can’t well run away!’ I never saw a woman so lacking in a sense of shame.” “They are a bad lot,”’ said the head of the house. “‘Even Jarvis, young enough you’d think, to trail one last lingering cloud of innocence. I think you must have been the only person in Sorrento who didn’t know I love you.” ““What’s Jarvis got to do with it?” he asked, when he had removed this speech from her lips. Mrs. Adair laughed. “IT may be a body almost entirely sur- rounded by water,’”’ she said, ‘‘but I could have made my way past you. If you will look behind me you'll see perhaps why I didn’t.” Wondering, he put aside her parasol. About her spread the rich folds of her bouffant green-silk skirts, firmly and neatly nailed fast to the wooden planking of the pier. case ” son, Jardine, would you want him to live through today or not?” Jardine ratsed his head quickly. ‘I don’t think I quite understand.” “Your son, Jardine, not yourself. yourself, I take it, you wouldn’t much.” “*Mildly—yes. Less now, though, than I would’ve, say, fifteen years ago.”’ “Why?” “Sick of it, I suppose. It unnerves a man more or less, throwing men in when he doesn’t go himself—it gets an old line officer.” The general smiled and stood up. “But your son, Jardine,”’ he said slowly—‘‘ you would let your son live to grow too old for the line, live to see all this over again, to sit at a desk and direct it? Well, perhaps. To- night’s another night. Last night I wasn’t sure.” “Last night you wanted your boy to die?”’ “My dear fellow,” said the general, “I not only wanted it—I prayed for it.’’ He smiled. ‘‘Which proves that you and I are much too old to go without sleep for four nights on end. Good night.” “Half a tick,” said Jardine. ‘Are sorry now that he’s alive?” “No,” said the general; ‘I’m damned glad. When you came out to India years ago, I’d already fought for a sun-baked plain and won it. I taught you how to do the stupid, inane trick. The boy won his scrap today and lived. He'll teach your son how when the time comes—-and other peopie’s sons. And in years to come, when he’s too old to do it with his hands, he’ll sit at a desk and do it with his brain. And if we keep the memory alive from genera- tion to generation, maybe some day we'll teach the world what a stupid, inane thing fighting is. But if we don’t, then what we will teach them may be just as good.” “And that is?” “That if the business man wants a hun- dred yards of rotten mud, they’d better give it to him—or we'll take it for him.” Jardine laughed. ‘For God’s sake, sir, let’s go to bed—before we're elected to Parliament.” It was quite dark now. Twenty miles beyond, Collins’ wrist watch hung quietly on the wire, with its frayed strap quite stiff and rigid in the cold air. Two hundred miles to the northward Collins’ little boy was eating his supper. “If they hurt my papa, Mumsy,” he said, “T’ll kill "em dead—dead—dead!”’ For care you

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THE SATURDAY Gettin JOS CE fel Fools make POOR RICHARO'S EVENING POST Feasts ALMANAC April 30,1927 and Wise Men eat fhem Building Opportunity TESTERDAY a man bearing a let- ter of introduction from a very good friend of mine came into my office and asked for ajob. The fellow interested me and I went to considerable trouble before the employ- ment bureau could be induced to say that there was an opening. Renwick—which wasn't his real name—was a weaver, but men of his craft were on strike and he hadn’t pushed his thumb under the flap of a pay envelope for ten or twelve weeks. It was becoming imperative that he get something to do, for he had a wife and child and was the sole support of two elderly parents. To cap his misfortune, an interest payment on his house was falling due. I felt as though I had done a rather good thing when I was able to announce that he could go to work in the stock room and that his salary would be thirty dollars a week to start. About an hour ago Renwick, profuse in his apologies and full of thanks for my interest, came into my office and rather hesitatingly declared: “I don’t think I want the job after all. I don’t think there are any opportunities—the stock room, you know ” He had only worked about two hours. I grew eloquent with indignation. I have always regarded it as pretty much of an axiom that an individual who has the right kind of stuff in him only needs a toe hold in order to create opportunities commen- surate with his abilities. It does not mat- ter whether he’s laborer, foreman or stenog- rapher, the will to succeed will always make I have in mind a man who was a common laborer twelve a gang of fifty or sixty unpic- itself known. years ago . } } +1 turesque, uninteresting individuals tolling in one of the numerous plants of a great ration. Most of us, looking upon a similar aggregation, would sadly shake recognition of the “Not a chance our heads in meditative vicissitudes of life and say, le worid Among unnoticed worked George Agnew. One day the foreman as- signed him to a group of a half dozen men gathering scrap these ones engaged in together metals— broken tools, worn-out machinery, all the refuse of a plant employing thou- sands of workers and covering tens of acres of ground. Somehow or other, George seemed peculiarly fitted to the job, and it wasn’t long before he had been made boss of the junk gang. Responsibilities multi- plied upon him and within a few years he was in charge not only of the collecting of discarded materials, but of their sale and disposition. From these beginnings grew a department—a conservation department concerned with all the various plants of the corporation, and Agnew is its executive head. Today his work is a great deal more important than the mere assembling of junk. His office has the power to shift machinery and equipment, placing it where it will serve most efficiently; supplies overabundant in one place are moved to cover a lack in another—it’s pretty diffi- cult to define just what the conservation department does do. Anyway, the absorp- tion of powers seems to be still going on, and Agnew is considered one of the most promising executives in the employ of the corporation—a man really marked for the highest honors. Suppose he had chucked his laborer’s job with the timeworn excuse: ‘“No chance for advancement’’? I suppose my staunch championing of the build-your-own-opportunity idea arises from the fact that whatever success I have attained has arisen from it. Upon leaving high school, less than fifteen years ago, I got a job as clerk and bookkeeper with the con- cern of which I am now vice president in charge of service. We manufacture sheet metals of various kinds, capable of use in hundreds of ways and in hundreds of in- dustries. When I was plugging away over my desk and wondering whether I would ever make a salary larger than eighteen dollars a week our products were sold for only the most obvious uses. No one seemed to have the idea of demonstrating to manu- facturers where they could be profitably substituted for wood or other materials. One day I happened to notice a toy in the hands of asmall boy. Why wasn’t it made of metal — our metal espe ially since it would then be more beautiful and efficient? I carried my idea tothe sales manager. The maker of the toy was approached and a large order received Success made me bold and I was able to make suggestions leading to further busi- ness. Today our company is many times larger than it was when I first became an employe, and the department rooted in my original idea has been a measurable factor in its expansion. In the past decade I have found hundreds of ways of using our prod- ucts and have even financed inventions utilizing worthwhile quantities of sheet metal. Thus it may be seen that it was oppor- tunity created from a seeming nothingness that provided the opening for which I had been seeking so long. If I hadn’t gone ahead and made a way for myself I would probably still be copying figures into a book and making, say, twenty-seven-fifty a week. Experience and observation have about made me of the opinion that there is scarcely any job that does not provide a vantage place for the doing of something worth while, provided you are one who builds rather than waits for his opportunity J. LEROY MILLER. Learning to Think FRIEND of mine who holds a respon- sible and well-paid executive position with a national corporation dropped into my office the other day to thank me for teaching him how to think. He has been thanking me every time we've met, for twenty-five years; yetall I did for him was to induce him to withdraw, from my own firm, an order he was trying to place for a five-thousand-dollar stock of hardware. It is my friend’s opinion that the simple formula for compulsory thinking, worked out that day on the spur of the moment over my desk, saved him from at least one commercial failure. Since it was devised for just that purpose, he is probably correct Moreover, I am convinced by later ex- perience that nearly all the business failures Continued on Page 112

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST TO GET THE TRAINS THROUGH SAFELY, SWIFTLY, -’ « at al Ls ci The PENNSYLVANIA RAILROAD carries more pa sengers, haul s more freight than any other rail ad in America Here they marshal mile-long trains like columns of disciplined troops IGHT and day, from North, South, East and West, the long freight trains pour into the Classification Yards of the Pennsylvania Railroad—often more than 2000 in a day. These the yard masters manoeuver into line, deploy to outbound tracks, and speed again to every quarter of the country. In this and the other phases of freight “classi- fication’”” have come many of the increases in efficiency which, during the past four years have greatly speeded up Pennsylvania freight delivery. Every retailer, wholesaler, manufacturer and farmer using the Pennsylvania Railroad can now operate more economically because of these enormous reductions in shipping time. Money tied up in goods in transit is now re- leased more quickly; breakage and spoilage have been reduced; green farm produce finds its way to market with its freshness unimpaired; above all, the huge inventories of supplies formerly held in reserve have been cut to the bone, freeing billions of dollars for productive work. Now 6700 trains speed over the Pennsylvania each day O play its part in this business revolution, the Pennsylvania Railroad now moves 6700 separate trains each day—the largest operation of its kind in America. From 2500 to 3000 of these are freight trains, operating on regular schedules on which business men have learned to depend just as they do on passenger service. In maintaining these schedules, the yard master and his assistants play a very vital part. On them falls the responsi- bility of sorting thousands of cars each day, assembling them into trains, and keeping the yards clear for the current movement. Today they are discharging with ever-increasing eff- ciency this responsibility to the public and to their 200,000 co-workers in the Pennsylvania Railroad. Among the famous freight trains whose fast, sure performance has earned for them distinctive names are: “SPARK PLUG” Perishable Freight From Cincinnati to Pittsburgh “THE EAGLE” Verchandise From Cleveland to Seaboard Cities %” “THE BiG SMOK! Verchandise From Columbus to Chicago “THE DiviDEND” Verchandise From Wilkes-Barre to Pittsburgh “THE IRON MASTER” Merchandise From Pittsburgh to New York PENNSYLVANIA RAILROAD

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Binghamton, N. ¥ Established 1905 Or One Man Dig Them es in Himself ou f Ow jt ITF | cy = ¢ va THE SATURDAY Continued from Page 110 in this country—and we had more than 21,000 in 1925—are caused by our national habit of assuming that thinking is an auto- matie process. Men are being forever urged to think, but most of us do not know how to do it. Before you put that down as absurd let me tell you the story of my friend. At the time the lesson was given I was head of a jobbing concern with a nation-wide busi- ness. Competition was keen all along the line, but particularly so for what we called ‘opening stocks’’—the sale of a complete stock to a merchant opening a new store. For that reason, whenever a salesman lo- cated such a prospect, I gave the newcomer my personal attention. One day a young fellow about whom I had had some correspondence with one of our salesmen sent in his card. The visitor had been employed in a wholesale hard- ware house. He knew all the lines and had been shopping around. Therefore it was quite a tribute to have him announce that he had selected ours to stock a store he was planning to open. Naturally I felt cordial toward him, and we had progressed almost to the point of discussing the assortment before I began to wonder whether it would be good business to accept his order. The doubt developed the moment he named the town he had chosen. It was part of my job to know that it already contained eight hardware stores, and also that only one of them was making any profit to speak of. So I questioned the young man at some length. He told me his father had died recently, leaving $5000 in insurance. He and his mother had agreed that the young fellow’s salary was not sufficient to keep up their standard of living, and the widow had willingly turned over the $5000 to set her son up in his own business. A little more questioning made it evident that my visitor had thoroughly investi- gated the town, and the competition had left his enthusiasm unabated. The more I objected to it the more reasons he advanced why he could make good in the location. However, most of them finally boiled down to the fact that he wanted to live there, and the reason for that, I discovered, was be- cause it was his girl’s home town. Yet I couldn’t convince him that the venture was doomed to failure until I had an in- spiration. “‘Let’s be methodical about this,”’ I sug- gested. ‘Take this sheet of paper and write down on it all the reasons why you should open your store in that particular town. Then we’ll take another sheet and write down all the reasons against the en- terprise. That will give us a clear picture of what to expect.” “*But I don’t know a single reason why I shouldn't start there,’’ he objected. “‘Let’s try it, anyhow,” said I. ‘We'll fill out the favorable sheet and see what information it gives us.”’ We never reached the second sheet! In response to my questions the prospect wrote down the amount of his capital, the weekly business he expected to do, his es- timated turnover, the sum he intended to draw for living expenses, rent, heat, light and other inescapable costs. Instead of a profit, what he had left after completing the arithmetic was a deficit of $1600. It was all there in black and white. He had known it all along, but he hadn’t known how to think about it. I’ve used that method many times since then in solving my own problems, business and otherwise. There is nothing like it to set up a perspective showing both sides of any proposition in their true relation. One of the best evidences of its value lies in the fact that nearly everybody’s initial reaction to the plan is the same as that of my friend. We are so prone to let our minds dally with the things we want to think, that we are unable to see the other side until we drive ourselves to the task. Analyze the statistics of business failures and you will see more clearly what I mean. The reasons given all trace back to lack of thought. Insufficient capital is a failure EVENING POST to think. In some cases, no doubt, there is a lack of capacity for thinking, but in most instances I believe the capacity is there, and only the simple knowledge of how to think is lacking. For such minds the deadly parallel is a trouble saver. My friend? He saw the point after figur- ing out the deficit, put the money in a sav- ings bank, stuck to his job and began to study thinking. A few months later he thanked me for the first time, after a pro- motion with a substantial increase in pay. And—oh, yes, he married the girl. SAUNDERS NORVELL. Lemons Up to $8000 AM a broker engaged in the selling of businesses. I deal with all classes, all ages, all nationalities. My clients are young men, perhaps just out of college, a newsboy who has saved a little, a young married man, or one in the late fifties; women too. Some have been coming for years, and leave the offices with the usual: “Now, if you have anything good, let me know.”’ Clients are in three classes—look- ers, just mentioned, bargain hunters and buyers. They are all looking. Yet, if they buy, 85 per cent will be failures. Yes, 85 per cent, because 75 per cent of the businesses offered for sale are lemons. The other 25 per cent are for sale because a death really has occurred or because the owner is really retiring. The four best sellers today are: Cigar stands, confectionery shops, delicatessens, creameries. At the present time there is a great rush for cigar stands, especially in office buildings. One I know has changed hands seven times within a few years. Why? The answer is, because it is a lemon. How then can it be sold, you will ask. Be- cause the demand is so great and the ma- jority of buyers are looking for short hours and no Sunday work. A confectionery store or cigar stand, handling candy, magazines, papers, and so on, with a rental of about seventy-five dol- lars a month should do at least $285—$325 a week to be called a paying proposition. This does not apply to the strictly cigar store, where the profit is much smaller. A grocery with the same rental should do $600 and a delicatessen about $500 a week. A creamery is also considered good at $500 a week. Of course there are places fixed for the sucker, ones that look good, but with in- come inflated or boosted by friends of the storekeeper. —_—_—. $$$ $$$ + PHOTO. BY FRE Prehistoric Ruins Northwest of Santa Fé, New Mexico HARNEY April 3G, 1927 There is the secondhand fixture company, too, which rents a store and installs elab- orate fixtures. A man or woman is then hired and the business is advertised as a rare bargain. The argument to the pros- pective purchaser is that the fixtures alone are worth the price asked, and strange to say, the argument rarely fails. But one cannot live on fixtures, which, once second- hand, would not fetch one-quarter the value as listed, unless sold as a going business to another sucker. Thus people buy lemons. I have seen the finest businesses offered for sale, but no bites. A certain article, now nationally known, was listed for sale with me about six years ago for $1000. Although well advertised, there wasn’t even a bite. Today this ar- ticle brings its owner $75,000 annually from royalties. Sometimes a person buys a good-paying place and kills the business himself, through his own fault. His personality may be the cause for this, or he may leave the busi- ness too much to hired help. I remember a certain foreigner—a charwoman—who wished to buy a rooming house in an exclu- sive neighborhood. It had taken her a lit- tle over nine years to save the money to do this. She was strongly advised not to buy, and told in plain English that the roomers were not in her class. She was indignant and bought the house through another agent. She paid $900 down payment on the lease and furnishings, the total amount be- ing $3000. In less than three months she had an empty house; the previous owner foreclosed and this woman is now charring again. However, I know a certain woman who purchased a rooming house with a $1500 down payment and resold it at a $500 profit and leased a four-suite-apartment building. This she furnished and sold, and then leased a twelve-suite apartment build- ing and furnished it. In five years, she has two apartment buildings one with 120 rooms and the other seventy- five rooms, the net income being a little over $1600 a month on both buildings. Leasing and furnishing apartment buildings is often a good investment, either for a man or woman. Now a word about partnerships. This applies to office businesses, for one rarely sees ‘‘a partner wanted for store.’’ The buyer is different from the store buyer. He is usually a vice president, manager, or an accountant of a large company. The pros- pect of being his own boss looks good to him, and with this in mind he plunges quickly, as a rule. Going into partnership is a step one should consider well, for it is like getting married. Personally, I do not believe in business partnerships, too many are unsuccessful. Points one should know when buying a business are: How long the present owner has owned the Not merely how long the business has been established. When a rental and an income are given, don’t deduct the rental from the income first and then work out the profit, but find the net profit from the income first and then deduct the rent and other expenses. There is many a sorry person who knows this now. If in doubt about the income of a cer- tain business, try for a trial, or arrange to stay with the owner a week or so. Ask for a trial by offering to place a substantial deposit in escrow in any bank. A goodwill cannot be guaranteed. Always see the landlord or his agent be- fore buying, even if the lease, if any, can be transferred without consent of owner. This applies to rooming-house and furnished- apartment buyers also. If dealing direct with the owner of the business, let an attorney or a business broker read your lease before parting with your money. Remember it’s easy parting, but hard to get back. If dealing with a broker, tell him the truth about your financial circumstances. on lease basis business.

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loot JO TRACE MARR &EG US PAT OFF The Shoe thats Different THI business ing mechanism happy. ’ } 7 [he entire weight of a man’s ody is on the bottom of his feet. of FOOT-JOY shoes is to keep the nerves id muscles which play an im- portant part in the human walk- THE SATURDAY EVENING POST April 30,1927 THE MAKING OF 1 MERCHANT feel good because the figures in my pass book showed a nice balance; and it made the bank’s directors feel good, because my business was a little more profitable than that of the financiers who borrowed and checked out the same day. But I couldn't have done this if I had always crowded my bank credit to the limit in order to earn every last cash discount on my merchandise bills. Efficiency experts to the contrary, I believe it pays to lose a dollar or so occa- sionally. Years later, during the hottest part of the depression of 1920-21, I again enlarged my premises by the purchase of another fifty-foot slice of Market Street real estate, and had no trouble in getting bank accommodation, though on the same day | closed the deal I heard a brother merchant say resentfully: ‘‘There isn’t a real banker in Centreton. They're just a bunch of pawnbrokers!”’ In 1912 the Peter Sherwood Company reached a volume of sales amounting to $1,000,000. Since then, this business has trebled; but at the time it seemed incred- ible that such a sum should have passed through my hands during a single year. I was not and never have been a business genius, whatever that term may mean. Merely, as I figured it, I had used ordinary business judgment and tried to meet my every-day problems in the common-sense ways to which I had been trained during the 80’s and 90’s. For the rest, I had been carried along on the tide of prosperity that had come to our country through the amaz- ing energy and ambition of the race we call Americans. By 1912 business in the United States had organized itself generally along the lines that maintain at the present time; and at this point it may be well to trace the successive steps in its evolution. The first departure from European tradition was the changing of the old-time general merchan- dise establishments into department stores. Along with this went the development of the great mail-order houses. A little later the chain stores began to spread over the country. In aspace of barely twenty years the buying habits of a nation had been revolutionized and the main streets of every town and city in the country profoundly changed. Buying Without Haggling The most simple thing in the world was behind this tremendous evolution. It was the adoption of the one-price system in selling. When I started work back in the 80's almost every purchase was a contest between customer and salesman over the matter of price, and under such conditions retail stores were generally small affairs, because the sales were limited to the amount of merchandise that could be sold by a few experts working directly under the super- vision of their employer, who was the court of last resort on the price the customer Continued from Page 39 that depend on a lavish display of their wares rather than on expert, personal sales- manship. The department stores, the mail-order houses and the chain stores had their chance because of the one-price system. But who, actually, made the one-price system pos- sible? I know I am getting on debatable ground, but I believe it could not have come about so promptly except for certain courageous manufacturers who began the practice of setting a fixed price on their product and advertising to the public that the product might be purchased from local merchants at that price only. Depots of Distribution I know a lot of merchants won't agree with me. At every convention I attend the question is debated whether a manufac- turer has a right to dictate what shall be done with his merchandise after a merchant has bought and paid for it, and generally a good deal of steam is let off on the subject. The main trouble seems to be that some are afraid that if the manufacturers dictate prices they will pretty soon dictate on other subjects. I went to the last convention, along with Henry Gilder, of Gilder and Scruggs here in Centreton, and on the train coming home Henry was pretty well worked up over a speech he had heard, in which a big manufacturer was quoted as saying that the department stores of the country were ‘“‘mere convenient depots of distri- bution.” I asked Henry why that worried him. ‘Because it shows they think we don’t do anything to earn our profit,’’ Henry answered. ‘The next step will be that the manufacturers will establish their own stores, or else make us sell on such a small margin that we can’t get along.”’ ‘Lots of manufacturers are running their own stores now,” I said, ‘but I don’t see many first-class merchants going bankrupt. And when it comes to the question of a manufacturer cutting me down below a living profit on his goods, there are two sides to it. What is there to prevent me from putting in some other line and push- ing it harder than I do his line? It be- comes, then, a question of who has more influence with the people of Centreton Peter Sherwood, or some manufacturer a thousand or so miles away. If Peter Sher- wood doesn’t win in such a contest then it s time for him to shut up shop!” No matter what brought it about, the department stores, the mail-order houses and the chain stores had come into their own by 1912, the year I had my first $1,000,000 turnover. By that time, too, an- other feature had come into retailing—in the shape of the ladies’ ready-to-wear busi- ness that proved more revolutionary thar any previous development, both from its influence on the merchant and on the pub- lic. Up to about 1907 there were hardly was bought and a motion-picture house was opened up in the neighborhood, and she had still less time. The final result was the ready-to-wear business When I reached my $1 n 1912 I was operating twenty separate departments. Before that I had bought most of the merchandise myself, with the help of Mr. Troop and Mary Mulvey, but with such a volume it was necessary to 000,000 volume and here | ran up against the most difficult situation of my whole career. I have heard it said that in modern merchandising the buying is 60 per cent of the game and selling only 40 per cent. That may be a little over stating it, but not much. The old saying that ‘goods well bought are half sold”’ not so far wrong. You would natural] think that the best sales people make the best buyers, but it doesn’t always work out that way When I was casting about to organize my buying force almost my first thought was of a young fellow who had started in with me as a boy out of grammar school and who had worked himself up to be head salesman in the men’s department call him by his real name, because he working at present in a store not a thousand from we'll say his name was Hector. Hector was twenty-six or twenty-seven at the time delegate a good portion of it, I won't miles Centreton—for this purpose and as nice a boy as anyone would want to meet —quiet, pleasant-spoken, Naturally, he was pretty well pleased wher I told him I was going to give him a tria SeTIOUS as buyer for his department and that as a starter he was to take a week’s trip to New York to pick up some mercha men's furnishings line He left one Saturday night : the following Saturday, look When I asked him how he had got along he said he had | that we would make a killing on, but wher in I had my doubts. Our trade has always been pretty fagged out. ned up some stuf his purchases began coming conservative, and of course in a town the size of Centreton we don’t sell much | priced merchandise; but Hector had « dently forgotten all about home conditions, for his goods were mainly in the White Light belt of Broadway above Forty-second Street For one thing r member he had bought a retail at six dollars apiece li time we had never had a tie in the store above three dollars. I gave about half of them away as Christmas. the details of histrip, leaked out from one s of the styles seer when presents the following Hector was pretty silent about Friendly Salesmen The trouble was, Hector lost over his change of status. [t seems that the way down to New some otner buy rs at a talki man smoker, where any exclusive ladies’ ready-to-wear shops; we did not have one in Centreton until 1910; what little business there was in the buying game, line before that was handled by the de- the ambition to be as clever partment stores. I am told that at the new friends claimed to be. I| had sug present time there are in the country more than 25,000 places that sell ladies’ ready-to- the old-line houses that wear goods, and that more money is spent for years; but there a little party at on them than for anything else except food. the hotel the first night in New York at you!”’ It is curious how one thing leads to an- which some manufacturer All this was changed as merchants more’ other. This huge industry that has grown and more began to mark their goods in so amazingly is really a result of the auto- plain figures and to sell to everyone at the mobile and motion-picture industries. In same price. When people found it was no the old days the woman in comfortable longer necessary to haggle they bought circumstances came to the dry One of the manufactur more freely. The small shops found they Tered to guide him around could expand; and that by piling quanti- Hector ties of plainly marked merchandise on the booked up with lunche counters people would practically wait on themselves. Because people had more con- fidence in merchandising, they began to be more willing to buy the articles illustrated ; in mail-order catalogues. The same condi- t tions led to the success of the chain stores such finally paid. Even in many metropolitan stores articles were marked only in ciphers indicating the cost, and the salesman’s salary depended upon his ability to secure keep the muscles and nerves in a salary depended upon his : an ; | / . the greatest possible profit. In those days atural condition. This, in spite of y oo Pe wegen 1 slacae ail people were suspicious; the word ‘‘ cheat he unyielding surtaces of cement, was a part of the popular vocabulary. le on which prac- “They cheated me on this suit of clothes,” he'll cheat FOOT-JOY shoes are constructed vith the foundation to arry this weight in comfort and ] yroper versation went on about how and Hector became fired wit! as some of his gested to him that he should stick mainly to had bought from oncrete or ti ally il walking today Is done. or, ‘‘Don't go to So-and-So’s; . rv to Ww ir u rly * salesmen acted recessaly CC Wei uy 1 2 , as generous hosts, and Hector himself be es In Order to vet com- ind the proper support. Send catalogue showing smart styles FOOT JOY, “The Shoe That’s iJifierent persuaded that he oug! ( irvey the mar! ket and see what b: fore placing any orders \ financia goods store for her materials and then of either took the materials to a dressmaking fore he knew it, FIFLD & FLINT CO., Brockton, Mass A establishment, or engaged a seamstress t« come to her home, or did the work herself In due time she had her finished dress. But not; all the entertainment as the manufacturing activity of the coun- try increased, domestic help became harder = of the week, | understand, they were com a gagements and theater par (Lnalomif, es for Me pense of various salesmen. Toward the end ‘ to get and fewer women had the time for ing around to his hotel and leisurely methods. Then a family Car Continued on Page 116

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A FINE looking room com- pletely disfigured by an ugly crack in the plaster. If it were only a broken chair or a cracked picture frame, in fact anything that could be easily removed—but cracked walls and ceilings destroy forever the beauty of aroom. Safeguard your home from such unsightly cracks. Make its beauty permanent. Youcan do all of this by building with Herringbone Doublemesh Metal Lath. This lath also strengthens the whole con- struction and gives you in- creased fire safety. And you gain all these important ad- vantages witha buildingecon- omy that will surprise you. Write today for a sample of Herringbone Doublemesh Metal Lath, the finest plaster base that science has devel- oped. Mail coupon and your sample will go to youatonce. , TTEAANG on Continued from Page 114) breakfasts. Being human, Hector couldn’t accept all these courtesies without buying some merchandise from the fellows who were so nice to him. Life seemed a pretty gay adventure with money being spent so freely, and naturally, the merchandise he bought reflected the taste of upper Broad- way rather than that of the farmers and middle-class people of Centreton. Always, since that time, when my buyers go to market I have told them to buy their dinners and theater tickets at my expense. It’s going to be on me anyhow in the long run, and the cost is less where the money is paid out to begin with, instead of being concealed in the merchandise. It’s pretty hard to beat the other fellow’s game. The last time I went to market I heard of a case where a buyer for a department store out West had a habit of usirig abusive language as a means of getting his merchandise at bargain figures. Nothing was ever cheap enough for him. The wholesalers were crooks. It was blankety-blank robbery to ask such prices, and so on. At one firm that the buyer patronized, the head house salesman went to his chief after a particu- larly spicy session with this customer and said he wouldn’t stand any more of it, even if it meant giving up his job. The chief hap- pens to be a little of a humorist. ‘You wouldn’t mind it so much,” he suggested, “if you could get back at him some way?” The salesman said he might bear it in such a case. “All right then,” was the verdict of the chief. ‘‘Every time that fellow comes in here after this, quote prices 10 per cent above regular. If he wants to blackguard us he can pay for the privilege!” The funny part of it is that the buyer continues to patronize the firm. All the time he buys he is so busy with his vitupera- tions that he never studies the prices. Out of a lot of experimenting, I have found it doesn’t pay to run too much after bargains. If you make a practice of trad- ing with certain standard firms and stick to them, they will let you in on any good things that turn up, because your business is worth something to them, which isn’t the case if you constantly change from one house to another. A Bargain Turned Down When the ladies’ ready-to-wear business began to become such a big item, along in 1912, I engaged a young man by the name of Howard to run the department, and he and I went together to New York to buy merchandise. One day a manufacturer showed us some dresses at $21.50 apiece that Howard said were good value and he believed we ought to buy 100 of the num- ber. I didn’t know much about ready-to- wear goods at that time— in fact, I was just stringing along with Howard to get him started—and I told him to use his own judgment. Then I went on downtown, say- ing I would meet him at the hotel in the evening. When we met he was all pepped up with enthusiasm and had quite a story to tell about how he had pulled off a good thing in buying the dresses. It seems he went after the manufacturer for a reduction on the $21.50 price, in as much as he was prepared to place an order for 100 pieces, but the manufacturer said it couldn’t be done, as he had already figured very closely. But Howard kept pushing his point, saying how much stuff the Peter Sherwood Company was in position to buy every year and all that; and finally the manufacturer agreed to split the difference and to make up 100 gar- ments according to sample for $20.75 apiece. “A pretty good afternoon’s work,” Howard told me proudly. “I saved seventy-five dollars on the one purchase.” I asked him if he didn’t believe the dresses were good value at the original price of $21.50, and he said they were. “That being the case,” I told him, ‘I think you had better get the manufacturer on the phone the first thing in the morning and tell him to bill the goods at $21.50.” THE SATURDAY EVENING POST “But, Mr. Sherwood,” Howard pro- tested, “‘I’ve already bought the merchan- dise for less money. I’ve more than saved our railroad fares on the one item.”’ “Maybe so,” I answered. “‘I don’t know as much about the ready-to-wear specialty as you do, but I’ve been in business a good long time and I know this: That manufac- turer is human just the same as you and I are, and he’s not going to give us something for nothing. Somehow, somewhere, he'll take that seventy-five cents off the value of the garment, and then the Peter Sherwood Company will be selling goods not quite up to standard. We don’t want to do that, and it wouldn't be good business if we did want to, because eventually our customers would find it out and the store would get a shady reputation. I think you'd better phone that manufacturer in the morning.” Overalls a la Mode I am going to say something here that may bring the hornets about my head: Taking it straight through, I have found women to be more satisfactory buyers than men, in a good many lines. Why? Be- cause for one thing, women are not so temperamental as men. I’ve got to prove that statement, haven’t I? Well, men are more easily swayed by the ingratiating attentions of salesmen. A good dinner or an invitation to the theater will often work wonders on a man buyer when it would have no effect on a woman. I can’t imagine any woman buyer ever losing her head over a few meals and theater tickets the way Hec- tor did on his unfortunate trip to New York. I suppose it is because we men don’t get much flattery, and when we do get it we feel under obligation to pay for it in some way. But a woman accepts social atten- tion as her rightful due. She may think the person who spends money for her enter- tainment is mighty nice, but it does not occur to her that she should buy a bill of goods from him in return for his courtesies. There is another point of temperament where we men are apt to be outclassed by women as buyers. Almost always a man looks on an article he is thinking of buying purely as a piece of merchandise—some- thing to be put in stock and sold to some- one. There is nothing of the personal element about it. But when a woman buyer looks at the same article there is usually the question in the back of her mind as to whether or not she would like to have the article for her personal use. Goods bought with this personal viewpoint are apt to sell. I have never believed greatly in coépera- tive buying, though a good many of my friends in the department-store trade do. Along in 1913 I joined an organization composed of about a dozen other retailers, with headquarters in New York, where we were in position to do business with manu- facturers on a mass basis and get inside quantity prices. We did save money in many cases, but so far as I was concerned I always thought the savings were to a cer- tain extent offset by the fact that I often took merchandise that did not especially suit my trade, simply because I could get it at a low price. I like my buyers to do business, as much as possible, at home, with traveling men who bring their samples into the store, because then we get the home-town viewpoint. I stayed in the codperative organization only a couple of years. The war came on and buying became more or less a lost art. It was not a case of what you wanted to buy, but of what you could get. Few merchants like to look back on that period. The de- mand was tremendous, and a store could sell almost anything, and at any price. In- evitably, buyers were tempted to place orders here and there, wherever a manu- facturer or wholesaler would hold out the slightest promise of delivering the goods, hoping, out of a multiplicity of orders, to get enough merchandise to supply the de- mands of eager customers. Thousands of bankruptcies were contracted for during that hectic period, to materialize later. Late in 1919 merchants began to hear April 30,1927 rumors that manufacturing plants were catching up on production, and in an in- credibly short time the goods that had been so lightly ordered began pouring in. By March of 1920 the jazz period of post-war business was over. The headache was yet to come. If there was any merchant who actually got the money he thought he was making during the war and the jazz period after- ward, I have yet to meet him. The bubble broke without much warning. In the spring of 1920 there was talk that prices were going to be still higher. Some of the great manufacturing concerns in the coun- try had already announced substantial advances in their price lists. The buyers’ strike got a lot of newspaper publicity, but like any movement that has no one in par- ticular to push it, there was little practical result. Whatever it might have accom- plished was largely nullified by the great American sense of humor that insists on taking its troubles with a laugh. At the time when it was being advocated that men should wear overalls as a protest against the price of clothing, a joker here in Centreton went to an exclusive tailor and had a suit of overalls with expensive trimmings made for himself, paying some- thing like $100 for the outfit, and then had his picture taken for the newspapers. Peo- ple laughed and took it as a sign that high prices would continue. But many of us merchants knew better. We knew we had stuff on our shelves that was not really worth what we had paid for it. There is a kind of sixth sense that comes to a man who deals intimately with the public for a long time; and we realized that even though prices could be main- tained, the public simply would not be able to buy. Then one morning in May the newspapers carried on their front pages the startling information that a great department-store owner in New York had publicly announced his belief that prices were too high and had decreed a 20 per cent discount sale of his huge stocks of merchandise. Post-War Readjustment I sensed that the time had come for action. On my way downtown that morn- ing I called on some of the other merchants to find out how they were going to handle the situation. Opinion was pretty well divided. Some were convinced that the time had come to take their losses, though others believed they might be able to string along without making redfictions, and might work off their stocks on the pub- lie before wholesale prices should break badly. Generally, it was the old-timers who were ready to take their medicine, while the younger ones, whose experiences had been mostly in fair-weather merchan- dising, thought they might somehow get from under. Those who acted most promptly came out the best. Of the larger dealers, Gilder and Scruggs and I decided to put on 20 per cent discount sales at once, and certainly our judgment was justified by the way the public responded. It must be remembered that. the crisis of 1920 was not really a panic, but a readjustment. For practically five years there had been a scarcity of mer- chandise and prices had steadily gone up, as they always do when the seller has the upper hand. People had almost forgotten there were such things as bargains; so those of us who put on our sales in the spring and early summer of 1920 were presenting something quite novel and startling. The merchants who put off their reductions until fall had to stand much more serious losses, because by then the novelty of the situation had worn off. In November and December of that year many dealers who counted optimistically on working off their stocks at the old figures were frantically advertising merchandise at fifty cents on the dollar, without any great rush of buy- ers. Fortunately for everyone, these were in the minority. Generally, the retailers Continued on Page 119)

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST April 30,1927 Many heroes forfeited their lives for failure to out-run Atalanta —and Hippomenes won the race and ber hand only by throw- ing golden apples abead of ber, which she stopped to pick up. So Swinburne wrote of: “Arcadian Atalanta, snowy souled—fair as the dawn and footed as the wind.” THE COMMANDER Studebaker’ Big Six Brougham $1585 £3), including front and rear bumpers HE beautiful silvered figure of Atalanta is oised on the radiator of The Commander, Studebaker’s Big Six Brougham, to symbolize its beauty of line, speed and power. rnd. ee oat . You are captain of the boulevards and master of the open road when you sit at the wheel of this Big Six Brougham—commander of thrilling power that only seven American cars can equal, and they cost from two to five times more. a we 9 et et ERE a a The Commander will idle smoothly or take the throttle for acceleration at 3 miles per hour. cin It will sweep from 5 to 40 miles per hour in “ae Wy ‘2 >» . rj 18.4 seconds. It will deliver 70 miles an hour rena easily, smoothly! Put The Commander against any test you want. Charge it against the steepest hill. Let it out down the free stretches. Then you'll know why the Studebaker Big Six outsells every other car of equal or greater rated horsepower. At its new low price of $1585—this Custom Brougham is the latest triumph of Studebaker’s One-Profit manufacture. Equipment — plated bumpers, front and rear; no-draft entilating windshield(exclusively Studebaker); snubbers; full-size balloon tires; disc wheels and positive ating four-wheel mechanical brakes; engine thermometer and hydro- Static gasoline gauge on dash; two-beam acorn headlights con- trolled from steering wheel; cow! lights and interior dome light; rear traffic signal light; automatic windshield cleaner and rear- vision mirror; oil filter; silken curtains; Butler finish hardware. Atalanta —symbol of Studebaker Custom Cars

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(Continued from Page 116 were prompt to take their losses, so the big postwar stocks moved before the credit structure of the country was badly trained. The period of readjustment did not develop into a money panic as it might have done Still, it was inevitable that such a crisis should bring about changes. A good many of the innovations that have crept into business during recent years can be traced directly back to the 1920 liquidations. The so-called ‘‘hand-to-mouth buying”’ is one of them. I remember once talking with a man named Caldwell, who was manager for one of the national credit agencies here in Centreton, and he was telling me how temperamental the business men were with whom he came into contact in his work, and how it is human nature to go from one extreme to the other. “When an average man goes into any business where he has to extend credit,’ Caldwell said, ‘“‘he usually starts out by being more liberal than he ought to be, and gets people on his books who have no busi- ness to be there. Then some of these sting him for good-sized amounts and his whole attitude changes. He gets the idea no one at all is worthy of credit, and he tightens up to such an extent that he drives away business he ought to have.”’ This is precisely the effect the slump had on a good many merchants in regard to their buying. During all the jazz period they had made frantic efforts to buy goods anywhere and in any quantities Merchandising was, apparently, a sure thing game. Customers did not bother much about price. Even the goods that tayed on a merchant’s shelves made money for him as wholesale prices went higher and were 1926 higher. Then came 1920, and almost overnight conditions were reversed. The man who thought he was worth $100,000 because his stock of goods inventoried that sum, sud denly learned that he was worth $50,000 or $60,000, and naturally only he be gan to regard a big stock as a dangerous thing. Then he remembered how econo mists for years had preached the gospel of turnover, and he began trying to see how little merchandise he could carry and stil] do the same amount of business. I know I was tempted to do this myself. When the slump came I was carrying close to $25 000 worth of merchandise; and even though | acted as quickly as anyone, | took a net loss of $50,000 by the time I finished my cut-price sales and marked down the stuff that remained. The normal business of the Peter Sherwood Company at the time was around $2,000,000 a year; and I instructed the buyers for the various departments that they must get along on a third less stock and try to do the same volume by buying oftener and in smaller quantities 0, Hand to Mouth Like a lot of other business men, I found that a good theory is good only up to a cer tain point, and that a merchant who relies too much on turnover puts himself in the position of the fellow who never allows him self more than just the minimum number of minutes to catch a train— he catches it if everything works perfectly, but once in a while something unexpected hap pens and he misses it. Well, it was that way with my scheme to do the same busi- ness with a third less stock. In order to make it work 100 per cent, it was necessary that the buyer put in his orders just in the nick of time, that the manufacturer or the wholesaler have the goods all ready to ship every at amoment’s notice, and that the railroads maintain their schedules with never a slip Naturally, this was depending too much on human perfection; and I found, after a few months, that sales had a tendency to run behind, beeause articles would be tem porarily out of stock. | didn’t at once realize that this was the reason, and I suppose the sales people didn't realize it, either, because it is a sim } ple enough matter, when a customer comes THE SATURDAY in and asks lor something that not or hand, to say it has been ordered and will be on hand in a few days, and to ask the cu tomer to come back again. Well, don't always come back and it able to ask them to from an outsider, and in a way tha me remember It came about this way: I was customer isn t reasor ' elected president of the Centreton Chamber of Commerce for 1922, of the activ ties decided on for the vear’ and one 7 WoOrkK Was a big buy-at-home campaign, designed to habituate the citizens of the community to use home-manufactured goods as much as possible, and to induce the people in the surrounding country to trade with the mer chants of Centreton instead of going to other places or sending their money away to mail-order houses. We had spent quite a bit of money on publicity, telling the farm ers and small-town people how desirable a place Centreton was to trade, and how the merchants were intent on service A Lesson From Bill Studer things, we arranged free Among other par king space for visitors’ teams and auto mobiles, and also, at chamber of commerce headquarters, we fitted up a big comfort able rest room, with easy-chairs and writ In connection wit chamber, | went to the headquarters every morning, the rest ing tables, and so on my duties as president of the and one day as | wal ked through room I saw an old fellow named Bill Slude with children, gathered about one of the writing tables. | 1 ' had known Bill ever since he was a young his wife and two or three hired man for different farmers in the Bax ter’s Mills neighborhood. He was always a pretty shrewd, industrious fellow, and had finally become a prosperous farmer on his own account I stopped a minute to talk with him and saw what the family his wife, and then I was doing in our chamber of commerce rest They had brought the big catalogue house and were room of a Chicago mail-order thumbing over the pages, picking out an as sortment of stuff that Bill's wife was writ- ing down on a sheet of paper, while Bill himself was counting a roll of bills prepara- tory to going to the post office for a money order to send to Chicago. Glancing Mrs. Sluder’s shoulder, I noticed the sheet of paper she was writing on was one of the letterheads of our buy-at-home committer our live- over It seemed such a good joke on wire business men that I couldn’t help laughing ‘You can laugh Bill remarked caustically, “ in my shoes I'll bet you'd do the same thing I've read all the pamphlets your chamber of commerce sends around the country telling what wonderful merchants you have and how they only live to serve the public, all you want to, Pete,”’ but if you were and I'd just as soon trade in Centreton as any where else if I could always be sure of get- ting what I wanted. But with all your big talk, I find your merchants don’t serve the as well as they used to do. You and | don't It’s pretty near a day's job to public know I live twelve miles out use a Car. drive in with a team of horses come more than onc eevery cou] le of weeks It seems, for the last find all the stuff we there are some items that all the storekeep ers are just out of, but expecting ina day o so. Maybe you'll laugh still more, Pet when I tell you my wife was in your owt store this morning and that very remark was made to her in two different depart ments. We've got so all-fired sick of it that we decided to bring along the mail-order catalogue, and in case we couldn't get all the t so we don't year or so, Wwe can neve! want Always hings we wanted, to send to Chicago for ] the whole lot!” EVENING POST Here was a new angle to the turnove ae that we merchants were all so keer about We were hguring how closely we could clip the corners i atcning our train, and we didn’t always catch it. At the next I told , and then got a com- meeting of the chamber of commerce the story of Bill Slude mittee of merct \ ants together to investigate f we deserved the title we had taken to ourselves . Suyers for the Community When we got down to cold facts it turned out we weren t do ny so well \ good pro- portion of the storekeepers were sending orders to manufacturers and wholesalers in Among the were the re iribiets data we ords of a big collected wholesale hardware house in Pittsburgh that showed more than three-fourths of ceived from retail merchants its orders re- not only in Centreton, but throughout its entire terri- were in amounts less than ten dol- ] that aisoO twenty tory lars. The records showed any order for less than dollars was filled at a loss People who live hand to never get very far in this life, mouth and that goes from for business men as well as private indi- viduals. It is against reason to believe that i be kept down if merchants push the hand-to-mouth that the wholesalers handle three-fourths of their or- prices cat dea so far ders at less than As I see it, the America has made toward the well-being of the world is the economy embodied in what But you those who cost someone must pay. one great contribution we call factory mass production an't have mass production if counters dam up the stream by trying to make someone else Ve nd goods across retall take all the chances As I said a while back, I bought another fifty-foot strip of Market Street property during the slump of 1920, but for several years | used the old buildings as they were. It was not until last fall that the building were finished that gave the operations Peter Sherwood Company its five-story home, covering half a block, and that has more than once been mentioned in the trade press as one of the best-equipped de- partment stores in the country A Good Competitor had a lot of fun all and not the least of it has been my association with the merchants who have steered their enterprises through the ups and downs of business life in Cen- treton along with me. On the day of the formal opening of the Peter Sherwood Company's new home there was quite a gala time; the store was all decorated with flowers and banners, telegrams of congrat- ulation coming in from wholesale houses, and thousands of Centreton people milling through the Along in mid-afternoon I was standing on the office balcony at the rear, when I Personally, I have these years solid aisles saw coming in the front entrance a strag- gling committee of five men, following a florist’s helper w a great floral 10 carried horseshoe The five men were John Gazley, furniture merchant; Scott Fenti- man, drugs; Abe Morris, clothing: James Watson, shoes, and Henry Gilder, of the ri- val department store of Gilder and Scruggs Of all Centreton, , five are the the merchants in these only ones who were in business ] made my start on the first day of June 18933 The floral me, and attached to it mightily prize wher horseshoe was for was a card that | To PETER SHERWOOD, A GOOD COMPETITOR If | were to start life all over again I wouldn't know of any career to adopt that that of retail for sheer interest could beat merchant. Almost every day during ‘all these years, I have dealt in something new There was drama in the merchandise that | bought and in the people who came to buy it from me vital thing that My store has been a living reflected the changing de- mands of a world of human beings. I've had a good time Editor's Note—Tt the last of five art by IVE wood- work, floors and furniture a ebeblcpemma@et-uame lett not scratch, mar (e) asi Or ba terS Waterspar Varnish an Enameis Dries in no time. No muss or waiting for cel-wpattwetlabbe-mmcemelaa Comes in artistic col- ors for all home uses. ‘Guide to Better Homes” — a helpful complete elele) MeelsMaleesMeatigsicitiii4 and decorating—sent free. Address Dept. A, today. PITTSBURGH /xef Products Giass-Paint-Varnish-Brushes PITTSBURGH PLATE GLASS @. Paint, Varnish and Lacquer Factories: Milwaukee, Wis., Portland, Oregon Newark, New Jersey Los\ Angeles, Cal.

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THE FOURTH AGE OF AGRICULTURE (Continued from Page 13 commodities at a loss. If it were doing this it would lose its capital and stop. What happened in industry, pening in agriculture. A change now 1s hap- is taking t place—a change from high to low cos methods, most pronounced in the basic staples like cotton, wheat and corn, whereir the competition is world-wide and for which the market is universal. The high- cost farmer is losing his capital. Whether that is to the good or to the bad would be an abstract inquiry. It is in any case evitable. The low-cost farmer, selling his product at prices that are ruinous to the other, is making money, and new types of agriculture definitely appear. What hinders understanding, again as in the case of industry, is the fact that visibly there is no new thing. Power farming is not new. The tractor, the motortruck, the harvester-thresher combine, the corn picker, the train of tractor tools plowing, disking, harrowing and putting the seed to bed all in one operation—none of this is new. The results of scientific research upon the soil, exact knowledge of plant life, dis- coveries of symbiotic relationships between bacteria and plants—none of this is new. All that is new is an intensive use of mechanical power, time-saving tools and in- scientific knowledge, with a definite com- mercial end held intelligently in view. Producers of cotton, wheat and corn seem and sound to be the most distressed. They think the reason for it is that they obiiged to sell their product at the world price. The McNary-Haugen Bill was primarily for their relief. The Government would be charged under that bil! to take the surplus off their hands, dump it abroad for what it would bring, and then by raising the price at home oblige American consumers to absorb the loss. But is the reason what they think it is? Certainly it is significant that those are the crops in which methods of production are changing most rapidly. Consider cotton. The statistical facts, taken alone, suggest that cotton is prima- rily produced for the ecstasy of loss. The cost of producing it, according to the figures of the Department of Agriculture, may be as high as fifty-one cents a pound. Where the average yield is 160 pounds to the acre the cost is eighteen cents. In 1925 the average yield was 162 pounds an acre. Therefore the average cost of the whole crop was, roughly, eighteen cents a pound. The average price that year was eighteen cents. Thus the cotton crop of 1925 was produced and sold at cost. There was no profit in it. Nevertheless, the next year’s acreage was greatly increased, and from this increase, plus an extra good yield, came the largest crop that had ever been raised me 500,000 bales —and the result was a fall 1 the price to eleven cents a pound. are The Cotton Belt Shifts The cost of production, by the calcula- tions of the Department of Agriculture, would have been somewhat lower in 1926 than it was the year before, owing to the higher average yield per acre. The average cost in 1926 may have been sixteen cents a pound, against a selling price of eleven to twelve cents. That would indicate a loss of four or five cents a pound to the producers from their own increased exertions. But perhaps one year is inconclusive. Take a wider base. The average price of cotton from 1921 to 1926 was about twenty- two cents a pound, or only four cents above the statistical average cost of production. That is a very small margin of profit say, $6.50 an acre. This one might suppose to be the average profit from farming in the Hwai-ho River Basin of Chir Yet with this apparently absurd incentive, the cot- ton area was increased from 30,500,000 acres in 1921 to 47,000,000 acres in 1926, or more than 50 per cent na. Jut now look at tribution of this cotton acreage see that the ase has occurred not in a map showing the dis- You will incre old Cotton Belt but in the Southwest, My ] >, T° re Tl ¢ Ty "| principally Texas. The increase Texas alone has been 7,000,000 acres. There has been a notable increase also in Oklahoma. In some parts of the old Cotton Belt Georgia for example-—there has been a de- crease. What does this mean? It means that cotton is migrating from high-cost to low-cost areas This country produces seven-tenths of the world’s cotton supply. It has been one of our natural mon opolies. Until a few go practically American cotton was raised in the Southeastern states, and for a century there had been no change of method. The rule was one-mule power per man; hand labor was cheap; there other way to raise cotton. Then all this wearily cropped cotton ground the boll weevil settled. And while the Department years ¢ all was no over all of Agriculture was experimenting with a variety of cotton plant that would flourish in spite of the boll weevil, which it ulti- mately found, it tried also the experiment of moving the cotton plant to where the boll weevil wasn’t— across the Mississippi River to the cooler ground of Texas and Oklahoma. It did very well there plant. And after it had been doing well there as a plant for some time, the Texans began to wonder if it was true that cotton as a commercial product had to be raised by the one-mule system. They had lots of ground and no traditions. as a Good Sledding in the Cotton Fields They began to experiment with power applied to cotton. First horse power in big teams and the tools that go with big teams, then tractor power and the tools that go with that. They found that by multiplying the horse power per worker, up to twenty or thirty with tractors, against one-mule power per worker in the old Cotton Belt, they could so reduce the labor cost of grow- ing cotton that if only they could get it picked they could afford to sell it at a price that would ruin the antique system. Picking was a very serious problem. Even under the one-mule system, one man could grow as much cotton as five pickers could pick, and picking was a hand job. Imagine then how many handworkers it would take to pick the cotton one man could grow with thirty horse power. There was no satisfactory mechanical picker; the only reason there wasn’t one was that the old Cotton Belt farmers had never really wanted it and therefore would not encour- age the implement makers to evolve its principle. It is the grand failing of the creative spirit to make problems so new and big that the incentive to solve them is desperate. How were the Texans going to get their cotton picked? Well, read the answer in Miscellaneous Circular Number 101, United States Department of Agriculture, on the Agricultural Outlook for 1927, Page 11 Important changes that are taking place ir methods of cotton production should not be overlooked in cor ‘ ; A growing h fe ’ and f tal of the e level ind ) chine t , if | i tio have jrage he use of proved far plements e valleys 1 in he semi reas of the Cotton Bel By ( ise of traction plows and cultivators in the vestern end of the belt the acreage tilled varies from 150 to 200 acres per man To the newer methods of cotton grow y employed in the more level, semi-arid sect a new method of harvesting known as sledding een added. Sleds were first used for t | e in an extensiv Vay dur the d 0 I 1926 Almost é becar reneral Western T i Oklahoma as t ace rather ab y ep ers 1 snapper () an ca led ym twe three bales of cot i day at aco THE SATURDAY the EVENING POST Makes the Best Ice Cream KNOW W ' cart + Ai ) hich b Y than it does t lwa house} Keepe isa Now, home your all other snug-httin rights kee} paper c gy COVe! ) 1 the til And ice thanks to Seal favorite ry it home in a S EALRI GHT Liquid ~Tight PAPER CONTAINER Taste Better .“ t ice C x ) Caxes, Dreads and othe! ) thi Vs keep lt oxes Or under ¢ I } id-tick ) 1 t Liquid-tight Paper ( 1 j ' } t . ce cream without t Ss The pat t lake the I f ] + + 4 t the Wal It } > Irict Ser d the Seal t W + ra ] tract ¢ , , } t qu ! } lat it D ( t Se nit e It ' or , i Us i L s SEALRIGHT CoO., Canadian Sealright Com Inc pans Dept. P Ltd., 4 Fulton, NM. ¥.

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] »> é n gins was immediately modified iced cotton As ption tool, born on the spot, hard, 11] wn and ready to use; no time for evo- I the gristle. And now, power hav- been applied to cotton production and ywer farmers reaily wanting a mechanical ytton picker, one will appear. A big im- is just coming on with fails it will be scrapped and another will appear, and so on, until t little technical difficulty is fully re- ed. Does the ompa yne; if that one boll weevil sometimes get en- terprising and cross the Mississippi to see is doing? And then the lexan applies power to it. He goes out at night with lighted tractors and dusts the with calcium arsenate, six rows at a what It does. covton time. One man can poison 100 acres in a night, and the boll weevil goes back to a country where people are not in such a hurry. Meanwhile what has been happening to It will astenish you. » are two main ways by which to approach the problem of costs. One is to the yield per acre; the other is to reduce the man hours of labor per acre. One j one is outgo. In the new of the Southwest they have directions. For several years the chambers of commerce of Texas have been propagating the thought, cotton fewer acres. In 25, which was not an extra good year for cotton, the Dallas News conducted a yield contest in which costs? increase income, Belt far in Cotton gore both more from ‘ ; the five prize winners, from the right use of fertilizer, had so increased their yields per acre that the cost per pound of cotton was in one case six cents, in two cases five cents, in another case four cents and in the These were The re- sults were five-acre tracts. The average cost per pound of cottor winners wus 4.06 cents a pound, against an case three cents. not hothouse experiments. obtained on five among the average that year for the American | op of eighteen cents. Where the ost was three cents, the yield had been 1236 pounds to the acre. Ata distress price of eleven cents a pound there is still a profit of eight cents, ine dollars an acre. Whom to Control By the other way of approach, from the use of mechanical power that is to say, tractors and tractor } tools in place of the mule, the hoe ind the one-bottom plow—the re- sults are rio less surprising. Using fig- ures collected in 1925 by the United States Department of Agriculture, Doctor McNair, professor of farm nt at the University of Arkan- is, worked out a comparison of man hours per acre in fifteen selected areas of the Cot- ton Belt. In the North Carolina area the imber of man hours per acre was 154; in manageme the South Carolina area it was 142; in the Georgia area it was 130; but in the Okla- ma area it fell to 49; and in the Texas , where the record was found, it fell to ( » . } 4. North Carolina was using nearly four mes as much man labor per acre as Texas. in the high-cost areas of the old Cotton Belt the minutes of man labor per pound of cotton went as high as 73; in the low-cost irea of Texas the record was 13 minutes Chese are vast differences. They indicate ypportunities in agriculture for individual ich as are tending to disappear rom business and industry; and that the ct ave been developed so far as they have been indicates a new activity of in- telligence. The application of analysis and ‘ounting to farm management is the st letter of method. How ab- g of agriculture as a whole reflections occur ird to be talkir vhen you cannot as a whole treat cotton ilone, owing to the enormous disparities t and method! The Department of THE SATURDAY Agriculture urges a drastic curtailment of cotton acreage, saying it is necessary to re- store the balance between demand and supply at prices remunerative to the grow- ers. What growers? What acreage? Where shall the drastic curtailment take place? Where the cost is high or where it is low or everywhere alike? Suppose the Govern- ment, acting under the McNary-Haugen Bill, were now selling the cotton surplus abroad and raising the domestic price to make the American consumer absorb the How would it control the situation? Would it require to be done what now it may only urge the cotton growers to do all in a horizontal manner to curtail their acreage? Or would it feel obliged by intelli- gence to distinguish between high and low cost producers and curtail acreage in the high-cost areas only? The practical and political difficulties of limiting the inefficient producer because of his inefficiency are dimly imaginable. On the other hand, if all growers alike were made to limit output, that would be a dis- crimination against the individually effi- cient and a disastrous penalty besides upon better method. The Texas growers are not interested in acreage curtailment. For that reason they are complained of bitterly. But why should they reduce their acreage? Rationally, loss. EVENING POST the cost of production could be greatly re- duced by new methods. Thus, high-power farming in Texas with high-wage labor is beating the Egyptian fellah, whose parlia- ment commands him to reduce his acreage, and Great Britain’s plan to make the Brit- ish textile industry independent of Amer- ican cotton suffers a setback. Shall we go on beating the Egyptian fellah with high-wage labor? Shall we con- tinue to meet the competition of low-wage labor, overcome it by American method and save our dominant position in cotton culture? If so, we should not limit the cot- ton acreage in Texas. We should increase it. If in holding our position we have to wreck the one-mule system of the old Cot- ton Belt—well, that is not a dear price to pay. In any case, such is the fate of obso- lescence. By no means can you do more than to postpone it. Those whose costs are too high will have to give up cotton or im- prove their methods; and that holds also for the Egyptian fellah. If they all im- prove their methods, then, of course, the supply of cotton will greatly increase; so will the demand for cotton increase; and the more cheaply it is produced, the faster the demand will increase. The same writ of change running in cot- ton runs throughout basic agriculture. The spread between extremes of high and low cost in wheat is even greater than in April 30,1927 tractor and its proper train of tools— listers, ridge busters, drills, harvester-thresher combines—one man can handle a farm of 640 acres, where by common method it r quires the labor of eight or ten. With this new equipment the ideal size of a wheat farm is perhaps 800 acres, one-third to lie fallow and two-thirds to be cropped A small fast harvester-thresher that enables two men to harvest and thresh as one operation forty acres of wheat a day is boss of the tractor tools that are working this change; but the only thing new about the combine is the American farmer's dis- covery of its possibilities. Its history illuminates the whole subject Forty years ago the combine, meaning a rig that cuts and threshes the wheat all ir pass, was used in the Sacramento Valley of California, where the land is level and harvest time very dry. It was a clumsy outfit, pulled first by thirty-six-horse teams and later by steam tractors brought east of the mountains to be tried out on the Great Plains and were cast aside Nothing more was done with the general idea until a few years ago the farmers of Australia began to ask for a small, adapta ble combine. Hadn't we invented one in this country? We had not, and this was very strange, in automotive engineering and our fame as agricultural implement Why hadn’t we irvester thresher to go with the gas tractor? Thus piqued, the implement ple undertook to develop an eff cient small harvester-thresher as a tractor tool. They experimented with it in the Imperial Valley, in Idaho, and then in Western Kansas, to make sure it would work on an) kind of ground, flat or steep. They made one to keep itself level or sides of a hill. combine one the Several were view of our excellence in makers evolved a_ hi: peo With American Machines Our farmers watched these exper iments with mild interest; then they went on binding, shocking, stacking and threshing their wheat as before, while the wheat farmers of Australia and Argentina were buying these new combines from the American implement makers. The implement makers tried to sell them here and couldn't. As the wages of farm labor ad- vanced during the war, American farmer was doing almost nothing at the same time to reduce the number of man hours per acre, the f producing wheat rapidly. That did not matter so long as the and as the cost « rose Picking Cotton in North Carolina—A Cotton Mill in the Background they should increase it as fast as possible, and be encouraged to do so, because they are saving for this country what the old Cotton Belt people were by way of losing namely, a dominant position in the cotton culture of the world. They are saving it as we have saved other advantages in the field of international trade. We meet the low- wage labor of the world with high-wage labor and beat it by superior methods. For some years Great Britain has been promoting cotton culture in Egypt and else- where, thinking to deliver her textile indus- try from its historic dependence upon the American supply. She has been making considerable progress. But now telegram from Africa, as follows: comes a 1t, December Egyptiar pari light passed a area of cottor to o ulti ible lar the cotton arket Follow this train of circumstance. The slump in the cotton market is owing to the enormous size of the American The size of the American crop is owing to the in- crease of acreage in the Southwest —that is The incentive to increase it there was the discovery that crop. to say, in the low-cost area cotton. A survey made by the Agricultural College of North Dakota proved that if the price of wheat was $2.50 a bushel, still one farmer in six would be losing money. At the same time, under the same sun, with the same conditions of meisture, others were producing it at seventy and eighty cents a bushel. That was several years ago. The high costs are perhaps as high as ever. The low costs are much lower, down to a record of thirty-five cents a bushel in Montana, in a year when the average cost for the whole American crop, by the calculations of the Department of Agriculture, was above a dollar. “hose who moved the McNary-Haugen Bill through Congress in February never mentioned the fact that over large areas of the wheat country, especially in Montana and Western Kansas, the type of wheat farming is changing rapidly to a low-cost It has been demonstrated under the eye of the Agricultural College in Montana that wheat can be produced and delivered to the elevator with as little as two hours of man labor per acre, against sixteen hours by what might hitherto have been con- sidered fairly good practice. It has been demonstrated that with the right kind of basis. price kept going up as it did during the war. Then the price went down and costs did not But the cost of producing wheat in Aus tralia and Argentina either did not rise or else fell because of the use they were making of American machinery l The result is what everyone knows. wheat growing became less and less profitable. Distress fell upon it. Many causes were imagined. The farmers began to demand relief by legisla tion. Specifically they demanded to be pro- tected from the competition of labor producing wheat in Australia Americar low-wage and Argentina. It was not the low-wage labor they were competing with so much as American machinery in the fields of those distant countries. Already half the Ar vested harvest being har Americar gentine wheat crop was and threshed in one operation by combines. Then suddenly some gan to come awake. T!} for the Government to guarantee profit. That would be very nice, only it might not happen; and if it happened it might not work. Meanwhile stopped looking at the price see his costs would learn something greatly to his interest. He would learn that difference between harvesting and threshing farmers be could not wait them a wheat one wht iong enough to Continued on Page 127

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST } ! 4s ee a How New Gabriel Snubbers Work 7 The anti-pre-loading brake does not allow the Snubber coils to operate until the car springs deflect beyond a small range of movement. When your car strikes a bump that causes this limit of deflec- tion to be passed, the Snubber belt recedes into the case, re- teasing the anti-pre-loading brake. The internal compres- sion spring then expands, in- stantly taking up the slack in the belt. As spring rebound starts, the multiple coils immediately tighten, creating a gradually increasing brake action that allows the car springs to re- turn to normal without jerk or abrupt stop. New Gabriel Snubbers are guaranteed to give satisfac- 4 tion or the price will be refunded after 30 days’ trial. April 30,1927 Sj

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 125 Ul Ly Cet ed eae NEW AND BETTER as The Car Buyer's Story When the new car comes home, with balloon tires and flexible springs, be sure it’s equipped with New Gabriel Snubbers. With modern springs and bal- loon tires, spring control is more necessary than ever before. Smaller cars need it even more than larger ones. On rough roads, the spring re- bound—which is not only dan- gerous for the passengers but racks and strains the new car— is quickly and surely snubbed THE GABRIEL SNUBBER MANUFACTURING COMPANY CLEVELAND, OHIO Gabriel—and Only Gabriel-— Is a Snubber by Gabriel’s multiple coils. And on smooth roads, Gabriel’s anti-pre-loading brake keeps the springs free from restraint with- in certain limits, so that«they é and the balloon tires can give the soft, velvety ride expected of them. If the dealer who sells you a new car this spring is like thou- sands of others, he will recommend that New Gabriel Snubbers be installed. TORONTO, ONTARIO

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126 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST April 30,1927 YEARS ~~INSTALL ‘Gkc:) RINGS NOW Woe your motor goes in for the spring overhauling — that’s the time with least which blow past the pistons and into the crankcase do not stop there but enter the expense to insure yourself against oil-pump- ing and blow-by, the two common, costly motor ills. You already know, probably, that the PERFECT CIRCLE Oil-‘Regulating ring stops oil-pumping, insures thorough lubrication of the cylinder wall and seldom fails to give 1,000 or more miles to the gallon of oil. Now, PERFECT CIRCLE Compression rings have solved the blow-by problem. Blow-by kills the pep of your motor and shortens its life. These explosion gases Oil-Regulating Type, 60c and up. interior of the car, causing headaches and smarting eyes. Blow-by gases are poisonous. PERFECT .CIRCLE (Compression rings reduce blow-by to almost nothing. They hold compression and increase power. The best repairmen and service stations use PERFECT CIRCLE rings and any repairman will respect your judgment when you ask him to install a com- plete set of PERFECT CIRCLES—both Oil-‘Regulating and (ompression type—in your motor. Compression Type, 30c and up. THE PERFECT CIRCLE COMPANY, HAGERSTOWN, INDIANA Export Sales Department, 549 W. Washington St., Chicago, Il PEIRIFIECYT CIRCILIE PISTON RINGS

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Continued from Page 122 by the old method and harvester-threshing by the new method was twenty bushel. Those who saw this began to buy com- In 1919 Montana bought one; in 1923 it bought only thirteen; in 1926 it demanded 389. Last year one dealer in Kansas City sent 1200 into Western Kan- The demand swamped the makers; it was more than they could satisfy Now, in the combine areas, the of harvest is changing. In one season it change out of recognition. Power displaceslabor. In place of the migrant har- vest worker following the sickle bar north- ward as the grain turns yellow, you will see only motortrucks serving the combines. Instead of advertising for labor, and steal- ing it if the wheat grower bids for motortrucks at so much per ton mile to haul away the grain as it comes threshed and clean from a combine walking through the wheat forty acres a day. These low-cost wheat growers, low-cost cotton growers, are their acreage. They are putting two and three farms together in order to get the optimum unit for the high-power method. They have been doing this so fast in West- Kansas that they have run out of land and are spreading over into Colorado. They are increasing that wheat surplus which e high-cost growers are praying the ernment to kill. As they do this they are saving the American position in the world’s wheat market The story of corn is in kind the same. The department of agricultural engineering of the University of Ohio has demonstrated in its own large field practice that by power methods the man hours necessary to pro- duce and harvest a corn crop may be re- duced from twenty-six to less than six per acre, Labor not than three- fifths and may be as much as four-fifths of the total cost. That is why the saving of man hours per acre is so important. It is man’s time that counts. One of the Fairway Projects in Montana, conducted to prove the effect of method upon costs, the labor necessary to produce reduced to per acre, cents a pines Sas. spectacle may necessary, like the increasing

Gov- costs are less harvest corn has been hours of man time and three From Oxen to Tractors This is particularly interesting because is Montana, where only a few years ago there It was supposed not to grow there. acreage, somewhat cotton acreage, is spreading. The of the Corn Belt is not what it in view either of its natural ad- vantages or methods of production. lowa is corn made. It is believed to be the most highly developed corn area in the world. Yet it hz much easier to sell McNary- Haugenism in Iowa than the and ideas of power farming in The largest producer of corn in the world is the Mealie King, of South Africa. He has just gone at stroke from oxen to tractors That is competition for lowa. The Secretary of Agriculture says of the business of converting into pork: Some hog raisers manage to produce 100 pounds of pork for every 250 pounds of grain fed to a Others use more than 500 pounds of grain in the production of 100 pounds of pork.”’ a in another place he ‘In the Corn some men use twenty hours of man labor and forty hours time to produce fifty bushels of n, whereas other men, who employ their labor more efficiently, obtain the same product with only half as much | was no corn. The corn like the monopoly once Was, is been tools general. one corn Belt ol horse labor.’ But then he makes this fatal reserva- tion: “Efficiency in farm production is a complex thing Efficiency in cutting costs and in inane a proper balance among different farm enterprises frequently benefits the consumer more than it benefits the producer. This happens when increased eads to an increased irrespective of mar- how this comes

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about. Not all farmers increase their effi- ciency at the same time and in the gree. Those who are in the oe advantage over the These men are, of tempted by their special profits to increase their output. As the l general aver- age of efficiency increases and production Same de nave ar rest course, costs go down, agriculture as a whole tends to increase its production until the benefit of its lower costs is wiped « out by lower prices.” That way of thinking is very common among farmers and in the agricultural schools. Its other expression many do, that cost of production, no mat- ter how low, is not the panacea. Certainly that is true. There is no such magic as a panacea. But that is not what they mean to say. In saying this is not it they imply that something else is. There is the same trick in the doctrine that efficiency tends to defeat itself, for the reasons expounded by the Secretary of Agriculture. That will be true only provided assumption implicit in the reason is valid, and validity cannot be proved The assump- tion is that the cost of — on has a fixed low limit. When the efficient farmer has reached that definite soln he will have to stop and be overtaken. Is tO Say, as certain

Production vs. Exertion There is, of course, the possibility that this is true. But if it is true of agriculture it is true also of industry; that case we waste our time talking about problems that are no longer important; they are not problems really, but the final enigmas be- longing to the end of an epoch. All probability is otherwise. been falling ever since man began to extend his power by external means. He did it first with animal power. Then he discov- ered mechanical power; and sink covered mechanical power costs “ee been falling in a headlong manner. You do not prove it by prices. Prices represent neither costs nor values —only the relations among things. You prove it by the quantity of exchangeable things. If that quantity in- then costs are falling Suppose that only ten motor industry had got discouraged from thinking the cost of production was no panacea and that, after all, it was the sumer more than the producer who was benefited by efficiency. Sup pose engaged in this industry had agreed to stop their competition in efficiency, limit their output, their profits and stabilize prices. What would have been the result Probably fewer failures would curred. But would the industry be what it is today? Or would agriculture be as,r itis? How would the buying power of farm products compare with what it is in relation to tractors, tractor tools and motortrucks? In the past few years industry, much faster than agriculture, has reduced its which is only to say that the pro- ductivity of the individual industrial worker has been increased more than the produc- tivity of the individual farmer what has happened to agriculture The ultimate cost of things is the labor cost; and what wages profit, is determined not by the amount of exertion but by the result This seems very hard for the farmer to learn. When you speak to him of increas- ing his efficiency he commonly understands mean that he shall work harder. you to witness that the industrial his work and in Costs have > he dis- creases, years ago the con also those

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you to He calls worker's hours are shorter, is made always a little and yet at the time his reward increases. Precisely so It is not man’s exertion that it is what he produces that rewards him. If he produces more with less labor, still his reward will increase. The farmer that point. Never was farming so hard as when the rule was an per day Now one man and one tractor ten Driving a tractor is less exertion

easier, Same is rewarded; misses acre per horse. may plow acres a day than walking a exertion, ten times the result. T from adding power to the man. For less furrow nat comes THE SATURDAY EVENING POST

ma 4aade to ms¢ the tame ve the ox! The 10 Usa ‘ could think of nothing more than t ke oxen together in multiples of twe H ‘ were an advance over oxen. H ‘ faster, saving more of amar e. Hew then beginning to hurry. Time was pre U lime ost. Time was] Hef t f to plow wit two ‘ wit one, be iuse two juld i 1 piow; and cheaper to plow wit u a with two, because four could pull a 1 plow, the factor of man tir email g the same. It would be much cheaper still t plow with thirty horses, pu ga great plows only that one ma innot a thirty-horse team appears a new beast more docile than tne horse, and t reiess, With the turther merit that it eats only when it we ro conceal from ourselves the wonder of it, the wonder of having created it from the ether

as, where in the s not! of ide there it, we « all it of plowing more: not tor the ake of reaping more; but for the sake of reaping more in one year of time From wing ten acres a day, he w ge is muc} ter years as In the otner w ne ould ge 100 Meanwhile he would é lied Power enables him to produce more while he lives tnat is to say n time to er t himself. Not only is industry acting more en- sively upon agriculture with ideas of pows That is quite visible. It act yn it also with this idea of time The meaning of power is not clear without t sense of time Are the poss tie to a e of being thus acted upon limited, with the danger tl that efficie \ ‘ defeat it seer much more ¢ that the tie ire O ¢ r gy to be define t il et

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place must inevitably run deep. Think what it means for the very tools of a craft to change. Development of the internal-combustion engine threw the science of implement making into a state of flux. Thoughts there- tofore fantastic became rational. The ex- treme instance of mechanical fantasy might be, for example, a manless plow. But that improbable thing does now exist. You may see it at the Iowa State College in the shop department of agricultural engineering. It works. All alone, it will plow a field in solitary humor. When it comes to the end of a furrow, a long, sensitive finger touches the fence. That reverses it. One wheel acts half a revolution faster than the other in reverse motion, and that hitches it over for the new furrow. However, there is still much to be done this side of a manless plow. The tractor only now is finding its true adaptation to the needs of agriculture. At first it was simply put in place of horses. But hitching a thirty-horse-power tractor to implements designed for horse teams was, of course, very inefficient. A whole train of tractor implements had to be evolved. Next to be got rid of was the tyranny of the notion that the tractor was simply a magnified horse, for pulling. It could just as well push, like an elephant. And it could do one thing no animal could. That was by means of a tumbling rod to deliver auxiliary power away from itself to the machine it was pulling; as, for example, a rotary cultivator. The Keystone of Power Farming So at last such an agricultural tractor and such tools to go with it as to call forth this comment from Dr. G. W. McCuen, profes- sor of agricultural engineering at the Uni- versity of Ohio: “Five years ago, when the study of motorization of corn crops was started, the only man in authority to give encourage- ment to such a project was Dean Vivian. It was his vision that made it possible to start the work in face of the opposition of those who thought that the kind of farming that was being practiced in Ohio, especially at the university, was on quite a high plane of efficiency at that time. “After two years of work on the projéct, those that were most critical saw that a great amount of work was being accom- plished on a small expenditure of human effort. If it were possible to do so much work with only one man, why could not the practice be made general for the whole university farm? Some very radical changes were then made in the university’s farm equipment, and today it is quite modern. “Two years ago a motor cultivator was added to the complement of farm tools. I shall not attempt to enumerate the things THE SATURDAY

EVENING POST the farm mechanic does with this piece of equipment, for they are many. If it were in his line of duty to milk the university cows, I would not be surprised to find him making some practical use of this general- purpose tractor in milking cows. “What in former years were almost in- surmountable peak loads on the farm, and caused the farm foreman to suffer night- mares, now cause him to dream pleasantly, for he has a means of smoothing out the peaks. The motor cultivator, to our way of thinking, is the keystone of the power- farming arch.” There is much prejudice to be overcome, as you see, even in agricultural colleges. The reaping machine was ready ten years before one could be sold in this country. In the twelfth year two were sold. The Return of Small Farming One sound generalization may be made about American agriculture. From change of tools, of methods, of ideas, of conditions and relationships, it is in a state of great confusion. To the confusion of experience is added confusion of mind from a babel of counsel. The view is obscured by feeling, prejudice and loathness to accept change. It is hard to see what is really happening. Agriculture cannot itself. It would perhaps be only dimly interested if it could. That is because its parts and interests become more and more dissimilar, until they are strange to one another. What the situation requires is strong light. If that should happen to break first upon the United States Department of Agriculture, that would be all the better. In a right light we should begin to dis- tinguish various distinct types of American agriculture, each with its own problems. Consider only three. There is the definite type of industrialized farming. It is bound to increase. It requires large acreage, a good deal of capital for high-power equip- ment and a special kind of mentality that has perhaps not yet fully developed—a combination of agricultural skill and me- chanical intelligence. The basic problem in farming of this character is cost per unit. see Hence its preoccupation with power as a means and quantity asanend. The hazards are steep; so may the profits be. This makes it very attractive for certain kinds of men. Yet American agriculture will not be in- dustrialized as a whole any more than it will be diversified as a whole. The great type is specialized farming, as in fruits, vegetables, perishable commodities, dairy and poultry products. There quality and timeliness may be very important fac- torseven before quantity. Thistype of farm- ing requires mechanical aids ingeniously adapted to its special needs. Like the in- dustrialized type, it is cash cropping and second

April 30,1927 therefore i. orst principles a business, on a cost basis. But agriculture that was not also an open way to refuge with Nature might be- come wxsthetically barren and therefore a national loss, even though it were econom- ically sound. There must be a type of small farming too; and it is likely for a very long time, perhaps forever, to be widely existing. It was going down; the all- money crop was an irresistible temptation to many who had done better never to try it. Now the older way is coming back. Where the tradition was not lost it is re- seeding itself. Elsewhere, particularly in the West, the effort to propagate it is serious. The Secretary of Agriculture says in the yearbook: During the past three years the possibilities of home making in the Great Plains has been brought more closely to the attention of farm ers than any other phase of agriculture in that region. Once it is demonstrated that the maintenance homesteads not only possible but practicable in that vast region, the results cannot but be beneficial and far-reaching. The work of the department with that objective in view has reached th stage to justify the conclusion that homes can be established and maintained from the returns of fruits and vegetables of the farm under all growing conditions. These fruit-and-vegetable results are significant. Upon a one-acre plot sufficient vegetables can be raised t > Support a family of five. Add to such a homestead a cow or two, a litter of pigs and a flock of poultry, and a competent farm economy of self-sustaining is accomplished. The Ages of Power How strange that farming in the classic manner should need a modern slogan! In Texas they promote it as live-at-home farm- ing, and wish the state were full of it Bankers have discovered that the farmer who buys nothing he is able to produce for himself is one who cannot go broke. What ever he sells, there is a profit in it. That is so for a simple reason. Where the idea is your own living first, direct from the soil, the surplus ever becomes in economic prin- ciple a by-product at very low cost. Thus one comes back to a truth as to which there are so few exceptions that it must stand as a generalization. The first secret of profit lies in the cost. Pessimism about American agriculture is romantic and political. It is unable that an epic change is taking place. This i to see a change from one agricultural age to an- other. First was the age of man power; second was the age of brute power; third was the age of axle-implement power. Now the engine and the beginning of a fourth age, wherein man’s exertions upon the soil will be increasingly rewarded. And when he has truly found it, the American farmer’s advantage against the peasant mentality of the world will be even greater in this new age than it was in the old. SHORT TURNS AND ENCORES ordered the evening shirt, plain, without tux, and I will send your cuff linx in time for the house dance. The college magazine came, and we ali laughed over your limerix about Prof. Pex spex and the boox he reads; but be careful about too many disrespectful crax and reckless pranx, for when a tend- ency to larx lax control, it sometimes wrex a man’s standing and keeps him in the lower ranx —and you can’t afford any more flunx! There isn’t much news. Grandpa’s bax better, after two attax of lumbago; my tonix helping me, and the boil on Jax nex almost well. Dad says stox are looking up. He speax to the Elx in two weex, and I know he thinx his speech will go on the rox, though he says he doesn’t care shux. Dix coaching him, and that bux him up. Little Franx cheex are like roses, and he is full of trix. He loox so cute when he sneax out and unlox the back gate and peex through and talx < to the little mix from one of the

(Continued from Page 30 shax on Clarx lot. When they quarrel and throw brix or hunx of mud, dad pix him up and spanx him, but he rox him afterward. The new coox smax the pup when he barx and trax up the clean floor, but she worx well, and planx shad wonderfully. Old Speckle has ten little chix with yellow beax, and we have some cunning baby dux. The flivver col- lided with one of those big trux yesterday, and you should see the marx! Nothing clix right and we are using Shanx mare until repairs are made. It got some awful whax, and the tanx all crax and nix, which may mean leax; the cranx out of commission and the sparx all wrong. After a life of shox, it surely ranx with the anteex! I am sorry you wouldn’t ask your cousin Althea to the prom, and frankly, I think anyone is narrow who nox home-town folx and talx as though they were all hix. Al- thea is attractive, though she isn’t the type as cross as two stix, and

All send love; MOTHER Ror k we l Swain. of girl that drinx and nex write soon. Corinne The Modern Summer Resort THINK it is delightful here down to the “Oh, but we can’t The shore front is all owned by the million Let’s go beact zo down to the beach aires’ colony.” “So? Well, let’s take a walk across the fields.”’ “Oh, but wecan’t. That’sthe golf course, and only members of the club are allowed there.” “Can't we country 9% walk anywhere? ‘Yes, but the motorists hate to have us on the roads.” ‘Well, what—if I may ask~—-does one do here?”’ “Oh, we sit on the pore! quitoes drive us in.” until the mos 1. H. Folwell.

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asked Sara to bring his coffee to the library. She complied, not seeing, as a real audience would, the dead hand. “Have you decided?”’ he asked, smiling. “Do you want him?” She shook a brilliant, disappointed head. ‘‘Do you remember our Long Island gar- dener, Bill the Timberman?”’ she asked. ‘Bill said if you bled a pine for turpentine the tree made rotten lumber.” Her uncle laughed. ‘If he’s so easily leeched as all that he would never have made a door post.” ‘And that’s true, too,” Sara agreed, with a little sigh. “Your simile is odd but pungent. I be- lieve that if he had kept his turpentine you would have felled him for yourself.” “ Probably,’’ admitted the candid girl. “Sorry. I want to pay him.” “Not with me.” “With Peter?” “Wrap her up and send her. love it.” “Oh! Are you sure?” “Of her, yes. He might refuse the parcel. Me, too; he would reject me.” ‘“What's the matter with the boy? It would solve everything so neatly. I could wrap either of you up in bank notes.” “Try wrapping him,” prejudiced Sara counseled. “Oh, you think “T told you he was sapped.” “ Ask Frank tocome here; doyoumind?”’ Sara shimmered away, the lights glinting on her emeralds. Young Archer came, a little embarrassed, stammering regrets for His Lordship’s troubles, and the hope that everything would come right soon. “T hope so, too, Frank, thank you.” His Lordship held a match for the boy’s cigarette. ‘‘ You-— you and your sister have helped me splendidly. I don’t know where we could have stowed Tybo if you had not put him up. I shall always remember that.” “Nothing; that was nothing. We liked having him. He's great, isn’t he?” ‘There are no words for him, Frank. I wish he'd fali in love with Peter and marry The boy stared, Lord Llanthony laughed. ‘‘An idle dream, my boy; but how can I do anything for him? If he'd only marry Peter; I could settle a million or two on her and he couldn’t object, could he? How could a man refuse a wedding present to the bride? For himself — noth- ing. That’s our bargain. I can't even offer. To see him go, empty-handed; that’s hard. Help me, Frank. You know him well. How can we do something for him?” Frank looked about, came close. ‘In confidence,” he almost whispered, ‘“‘ Peter wouldn't want the million. Moonstruck, plumb crazy. Thinks he’s—well, she just yrovels before him.” * And he?” ‘Steps on her and doesn’t know it.” “I’m sorry. I thought girls had ceased to love like that.” Frank ground his teeth and frowned. “She was up-to-date and a day beyond She’d ” her until she saw the boy and went mad. She’s she’s mid-Victorian now. Lost to shame. Chases him. Poor kid.” ‘I’m very sorry. He's carrying a heavy load. He's absorbed. His troubles will be over soon. Ask him to stay with you for a time before returning to the States.”’ “Oh, fine! But “Two Tybos in Paris? What matter? The explanation is honorable. Let people talk. And now, you got my message about your affairs?”’ “You are kind, Lord Llanthony. The kid sister and I don’t worry, haven't wor- ried. But prices rise every day in France and we get less than 5 per cent on our money from the New York bank. We've twenty-eight thousand over there now wait- ing for investment, pulling no interest.”’ “Nothing like the present. Draw a check now. Here's a blank. I'll make it roll up for you.” THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE MAD MASQUERADE (Continued from Page 34) The youth was only too delighted to comply. He left the great presence abject with gratitude. “Twenty-eight thousand reasons for silence,” thought Llanthony, pocketing the check. He summoned the butler and asked if the old couple had arrived from England. “Yes, milord. The uniformed courier of the Compagnie Cook has brought them and he has departed. They are quite com- fortable, milord. No, they have not yet retired.” “My compliments to Lord Pontlottyn and will he please to come here for a mo- ment, and will you conduct the old people here in five minutes.” “But yes, milord.” When Tybo came: “Sorry to interrupt your pleasures,” His Lordship said; ‘I'll only keep you a minute. A small matter- and you will wonder perhaps that it is forced on you. Old Mollie Jeremy wrote to Lady Llanthony—was told of the accident, you see—and she mentions the failing health of her husband—he is over seventy and she tells how his old bones ache with rheumatics. A summer in sunny Touraine; the very thing. Lady Llanthony asks me to send for them. How could I help it? They are here—the couple I gave you the notes about. They would be deeply hurt if you ignored them. But you can, if you wish. I told you—Mollie will probably kiss you.” “But the real Tybo?” “You forget. He is not coming here. They have not seen you since you were two years old.” The door opened. A spotless, apple- cheeked dame, a white-haired, bent old man, came in, startled, flustered, frightened. The dame bobbed a curtsy, the man touched his forelock. “Aye, William Jeremy!” cried Lord Llanthony, extending a hand. “The rheu- matics have ’ee but thee be’est hale and hearty for all that. And Mollie; art tidy as always, and rosy.’ He shook both her hands. ‘‘And what dost think of thy boy, Mollie? A credit to his nurse, doant ‘ee think?” “Oh, the grand young gentleman!”’ Mollie grasped the proffered hands, spared the expected embrace. Tears rained down her cheeks. ‘“‘I'd ’a’ known ‘ee anywhere, Master Tybo,”’ she declared with conviction, and had no doubt that she spoke simple truth. “Of course you would, Mollie!’’ cried His Lordship. ‘‘I think you would, too, William Jeremy.” ‘““Aye, Me Lord, that I would.” “‘Have you seen Her Ladyship? Well, tomorrow then. She cannot see you, but she will know your voices.”” His Lordship had exhausted his knowledge of peasant dialect in his first sentences, but the homely phrases had fallen as soft rain on parched lands. ‘‘Do you remember Miss Desmond? I forgot if she came to us.”’ “Aye, Me Lord. We've knowed her and we've seed her this afternoon. She have looked arter us.” “Of course she would do that. Now don’t mind the foreign lingo you hear. The poor folk can't help it, you know. Just stay in the sunshine, and we'll send you back after the summer’s over and you can tell everybody how you've been to foreign parts. You're tired out now. You'd better go straight to bed.” “And I'd allowed for passin’ years, too,” said Mollie, ‘‘and I looked to see a little lad, mebbe just trousered.’’ She stared at the young man, round-eyed. “It’s twenty years, Mollie,’’ Tybo re- minded her, smiling. The old dame twisted her head sidewise and smiled. ‘‘Thee didst smile like that and laugh in thee pram when thee did see the clouds sailin’ in the sky. Dost re- member the little bird that fell on thee head from the nest in the ‘olm oak? Oh, 9" no, ‘ow could ‘ee? “Of course not, Molly,’ His Lordship said. “‘Now go to bed and have a good sleep.” Another touch to the forelock, another bobbed curtsy and the bemused, uprooted couple went timorously hunting their way to the servants’ hall. “Sorry,”’ His Lordship apologized; ‘but how could I help it?” “It’s all right—I’ll hunt her up to- morrow.” “Tf you would; you will make her happy.” The boy went soberly back to his dancing. Thus the last link had been forged. Two people lived who identified the Tybo of babyhood with the Tybo of today. Lord Llanthony was surprised and pleased the next morning very early when Sara appeared and escorted him down the terraces to his automobile. He turned and glanced at the house. ““A great success, Sara. Perfect.’’ He chuckled. “The sleeping prince in his rain- bow robes; I told you about him. The only time I ever saw him tired!” “Tired? Of what?” The tone was chilly. “Surely I told you. He had worked most of the night and got up with the sun. No laziness in that youth.”” He paused, one foot on the running board. ‘‘Sara,’’ he looked her full in the face as he continued, “you have come very close to me. I’ve learned to know you, to appreciate you. I say to you, to you only, that I wish—I earnestly wish —that no change of sons was coming.” “Uncle!” flesh and blood “You know them both.’”’ He led her back into the garden. ‘I’m off to meet him,” he said. “I fear the meeting. A nursing home, perhaps. I’ve had to con- fide in the boy. I’ve told him. He will stay a little while longer if I ask it. He behaved extraordinarily well. He made no great favor of it. He said nobody was waiting for Stanton Drew.”’ “Stanton Drew Stannie Drew,” bled Sara murmured. ‘“‘It sounds natural already. Poor auntie! And you, uncle. Oh, I’m so sorry -so sorry.” She mechanically plucked a pear blossom and dropped the petals one by one. She had nerved herself for what she thought must come, but this new trouble struck She was shocked. “‘ Your own ” trou- un- deep. Lord Llanthony caught her hand. “Sara,”’ he said, looking straight into her troubled eyes, “‘he’s broken down. He's enfeebled by the life he has led. If he were dead I should say to this Stanton Drew for your aunt’s happiness, I should say to this Stanton Drew: Stay —stay for all your life. Be Pontlottyn while I live. Take my title when I go. It could be done, Sara.”’ He wrung her hand and hurried away. Sara stood staring after the automobile, her face deadly white, her lips parted, her body poised, bending forward, her bare forearm extended as when her uncle had dropped her hand. A puff from the spring breeze slightly ruffled her hair and its touch on her cheek brought a movement of the head. “Stop.” Mechanically she obeyed the sharp command. She stiffened. ‘‘Fine. Hold that for ten seconds more.” The brief time had sped before she woke to full realization of her surroundings. “*Give it to me,”” she commanded. Her voice was husky. Sam Tibbetts perhaps did not hear. He glanced up from his sketch with that painter’s intense gaze which seems to cut like a knife thrust, and then down again as he drew telling lines. “Give it to me.”” She moved the few steps that brought her to him and held out her hand. “Not likely.’"”, He went on jabbing swift shadings, then flung down the pencil and stood up. He drew asigh of profound satis- faction. “What do I care what did it!’’ he cried roughly. ‘“‘ Why should I care if you suffer? April 30,1927 You laughed when I squirmed. You'll get over your trouble. But I His voice vibrated in exultation. “I have caught it—-an immortal pose.” “Give it to me.”’ They stood eye to eye. Slowly, re- tracted once, he extended his hand. She took the paper without looking at it and tore it in fragments. He uttered a squeal of rage and rushed up the steps of the suc- cessive terraces. At the top he checked abruptly, wheeled, stood frowning, watch- ing her. When she was by his side he said with gloomy politeness, ‘Sorry, Sara.” She laughed. “It was your going away, Sam. I happened to think of it.”’ He scowled. “‘Literally,’’ he said, “‘you add insult to injury. You rob me of im- mortality and then sneer.” ‘Nonsense, Sam. I’m really sorry you have to go.” “I’m no plute. I have to work for a living.”” She went on into the house while the perturbed artist rushed down the garden. He groveled, picking up every scrap of paper. “Sorrow fades,’’ he muttered as he re- trieved the last fragment, ‘‘grief dies, but art lives forever.” xIV HE day was devoted to Blois, and there was much teasing of Tybo, who elected for the first time to drive himself. He nearly collided with the automobile of Monsieur Despradailles in the endeavor to draw up abreast for a friendly chat. “Ah, Blois?’”’ the old gentleman ex- claimed. ‘‘The castle of Marie Stuart _ it was the training of the worst, that court so full of love and the laughs, for John Knox and that climate of Scotland so horrible.”’ He delivered quite an animated lecture in quaint English, and thoughtfully presented milord with a morning paper for which no- body cared; but Frank Archer glanced over it. As the journey proceeded, he chuckled and leaned forward “That murderer haunts you,”’ he whis- pered. ‘‘ The missing auto has been found a few miles north of here. If he was in it he’s in our neighborhood and will call on you for sure.” They dropped Sam Tibbetts, his suitcase and pretended tears at the railway station at Blois, threaded the quaint town, escaped from the guide at the chateau, enacted the murder of the Duke of Guise on the very spot, served imaginary drinks from the secret cupboards of Catharine de’ Medici’s poison closet, cast impudent horoscopes in the astrologer’s room, and finally went to lunch at the inn-—so they said~ in which fugitive Charles Stuart paid for a dinner with a diamond ring; thus Dumas, at any rate, and they chose to consider Twenty Years After as serious history On the homeward journey in the late afternoon, the road stretched for miles along the side of the Loire, which meandered in its sandy bed a quarter of a mile away. The water was low at this time of year and a stretch of flat, tussocked land, with here and there a clump of trees or bushes, lay between the high-banked road and the low, rolling river. No aspect in smiling Tou- raine can be wild, but this district was lonely. Farmsteads were scattered and travelers few. They overtook and passed a solitary walker. “Stop—stop!”’ At the peremptory cry from Frank Archer, Tybo sharply checked the automobile. “‘The murderer!” Archer yelled. Tybo turned. He saw the mad boy bolting dewn the bank after a fleeing man He jumped out, shouting, “‘Come back! He may be armed!”’ Archer paid no heed. Tybo shed his leather coat and ran. The soil was heavy, the start long. He gained no ground, but Archer did. When the fugitive won the shelter of trees his pursuer Continued on Page 135)

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Continued from Page 130 was almost on him. Tybo set his teeth, got his second wind and spurted. The sweat streams, his heart pumped as he He saw Archer, prone, club uplifted. He tried to but it was heard. cap and wig murderer bowed ran in passed the trees saw a h shout; only asnarl came; The club was thrown aside, eavy were dragged off, the politely. All the same, Tybo, seeing red, struck at him. The fight began ‘The girls!”” Frank cried as he thrust himself between. ‘You should have thought of them be- fore,’ Tybo panted as he struggled to plant a blow in the Tibbetts ‘They Archer said, eye of Sam know,” as he pushed the two apart ‘Peter made the wig. She'll tell Sara.” Tybo turned without a word. As he passed through the little « lump of trees he saw Sam Tibbetts’ open suitcase. The sight softened anger and he walked more quickly. Disheveled, collar broken away, hat missing and forgotten, clothes dusty, he approached the auto with a high dignity. ‘The me!” he cried as airily as circumstances permitted. “‘Sam’s chang- ing down there in the trees. I think his must weigh forty pounds.” He jumped in and drove away, muttering, ‘Yes, fifty pounds; sixty perhaps.”” He had not noted his silent reception, did not notice the absence of protest or laughter from behind him. But one sentence had been uttered there since the began. When Sara had jumped from the automobile and started to run, Peter had said, “It’s a sell; it’s Sam Tibbetts.” Sara had looked only looked— her cen- that thirty seconds’ delay, that half of wasted anxiety. Words would have been milder. The two had not spoken afterward. Nearly miles had been covered and the chateau was in sight when joke is on Suitcase chase sure for minute five Peter murmured contritely, ‘4I’m a pig, Sara--a perfect pig. “Yes,” agreed Sara with a chill in her voice, ‘you certainly are.” Peter turned her head at this rebuff and looked at Sara's profile through narrowed eyes. “‘Do you know what you yelled out when he ran down the bank?’ “Of course l out Stannie Sara's eyes were fixed on ahead and she called Stannie Drew.” the road straight. ‘Do you know how you said it?’ Peter ‘You gave him to me.” was sitting very demanded sharply Sara did not move, but the red slowly stole over her face and down her neck. ‘You noticed, I suppose,” she said with perfect composure, ‘‘that he did not hear.” ‘I am not talking about what he heard,” was the tart response. “Il am talking about what you meant.” Sara turned in her Peter’s arm. ‘ You silly real things to worry seat and gripped child,”’ she flamed Am | boys, or what “Tl have about likely to be thinking about I say, or what I mean?”’ ‘*‘Some people,” Peter retorted with a dark frown, “think what they say and sa what they mean yes, whatever the troubles.”’ The auto slackened. ‘Brace up,”’ Sara commanded, as to a child The unconscious primary cause of this dispute opened the door Sara looked at the disheveled youth. She did not smile She thought neither of the elaborate prank f alled She re what she had « out instant only the nor of membered at the extraor- dinary words of her uncle, uttered that morning. ‘Il think, Tybo,” said Peter softly, glancing down the long road, ‘that you are more than even.”’ Tybo forced a laugh ‘What a lot of he said hauffeur trouble they tool The attentive « The two girls lingered taliation would go; each thought that the auto would be sent for the stragglers. Ina dreadful compound of French and English, Tybo got his orders over. The two messieurs preferred walking said; the came running to see how far re fx ir exercise, he THE SATURDAY automobile would not be wanted again that night. Sara flickered a smile and went into the garden ‘You've done just right,’’ Peter com- mended You made the wig,’’ Tybo answered curtly. Peter slipped silently after Sara All bright stories were carried to the invalid, who loved to hear of the day's doings. The two girls, affecting gayety, laughed themselves humor as they told the tale ‘Absurd children!"’ Lady Llanthony cried and ordered them to keep a lookout An hour passed; the gong sounded —the to dress for dinner. Her visitors scattered. They were summoned almost immediately. They ran to the call and manned the balcony, where they stood and ribed to the blind woman the happen- igs beneath \ great hay wagon piled high! ( ried With wheels big as moons!"’ Peter ex- claimed. ‘Sam is sliding down now.” ‘Frank is stretched on top,’’ Tybo con- tributed. ‘Asleep, I should think.” His hand was on Lady Llanthony’s shoulder and she was stroking it. ‘No. He moves. He grabs the suitcase. Down it Sara's was suddenly cut off. She had glanced at her aunt and at Tybo. She bent her head and rushed into the room. “Sara!’’ Her Ladyship called Laughed herself into fits,” Tybo ex- plained. He had seen her tears rolling down inastream. Peter had seen too. The two became madly hilarious and shouted wild insults at the two young men toiling up terraces with a suitcase. ‘They've sneaked in,’’ said Tybo. He rolled the chair through the French window and removed the shaw] which he had placed round the invalid’s shoulders. ‘I feel,’’ she laughed, ‘‘as though I'd seen a farce from the dress circle. As long as I have your eyes, my son, I shall never miss my own.”’ ‘T’ll be late for dinner,’’ the huskily, and he hurried away. Sara, for the first time, had broken down. He had come nearer to it than ever before. The strain was awful. And he had to act now, too, while he was dressing—that ter- rible valet was always running about— at dinner too. Sam Tibbetts was there, and the servants; the Archers—they knew of the coming change, but not of a sick and lord. They seemed in a gale of they discussed the great sell Tybo might have left them to walk a mile or two, might think he had got even, but they had scared him into fits for five min- utes at least and done his fancy togs down They had invented every detail of the theft of the They had doled the story into good } S107 gnal desi Sara joyous voice boy said broken spirits as all right the escape prisoner, the automobile out piecemeal as from newspaper accounts, part at Chinon, part that morning Complete, perfect,” Sam Tibbetts crowed Not the first either,’ Frank chimed in. round that dent of the ‘Twice before, built too.” He recited the dandy with the of the Palais de We saw Sara and I. You Say that is ‘Yes,’ prisoner }OVOUS Int monocle crossing the court Justice ered, grinning, all right ] Sam Vou, fooled us, Sara agreed, “you right, Tybo You did it too well A slight subacid flavor in her speech as she turned the subject; that was the only sign she gave that the two incidents which had pre) idiced her against Tybo had beer ex plained away. Influenced by these petty happenings, she had assured her uncle that she was indifferent to this young man, had told Sam Tibbetts that she would never marry this lah-de-dah lord, had presented this Stantor “shoot to Peter. Large results small causes, she reflected, blaming But she speedily forgot it all in the must from herself thought of the sorrow that so soon come to her aunt Tybo drove the visitors back to Paris the next morning and went, as he had beer EVENING POST asked to go, to Lord L the hotel. He — a letter reiterating the request that in the enf lantnony) reed absence f the writer pressing business matters should h« concluded on Tybo's judgment, and in pa ticular the matter of the underwriting the share issue of the That had not been com] be 3 Lord Llanthony pointed out that he himself could not be reached on t sad, secret ? ehin « ’ steamship compa ieted and cou + + journey and that the under writing contract must be executed in } absence. It was not the money involved he did not care for that: but his word had been pledged. Delay would mean the postponement of the flotation, perhaps its withdrawal. The prospectus must state that the contract had been signed. TT} document arrangement wit! London immediately This letter had been read wher two visitors appeared — Mr. Darnel g, of Lord Llanthony’s L ondon office, and Mr Catesby-Burns, on behalf of a London trust company. The usual compliments were ex changed, regret forced absence of was declared at meeting his son Mr Spring produced from his elaborate power of Lord Pontlottyn to sign for his f must, by bankers. be issued to the pi hardly Spring was expressed at the en His Lordship, pleasure portfolio ar authorizing ather. Mr attorney Catesby-Burns brought out a fat docu- ment and a check “On that line, please, My Lord,” said Mr. Spring, pointing The contract reads ‘Tybo Ellis, commonly known as Lord Pontlottyn; Llanthony, per pro. Tybo Ellis’—that’s the correct form, I am ad- vised. . . . Ah, thank you. Will you witness first, Mr. Catesby-Burns? I will follow. Ah, that’s complete. My part is done.” ‘Mine begins,” said Mr. Catesby-Burns, handing over the check, ‘and ends.”’ ‘If Your Lordship will kindly indorse the check—it is drawn to Your Lordship’s order. Ah, thank you. I am instructed to deposit this to your credit in a Paris bank. They will want to file your signature. Can you come with me?”’ ‘To my credit?” His surprise was so obvious that Mr. Spring smiled and sug- gested that the little trifle of fifty-five thousand pounds was meant as a present. “Sorry,” Tybo said. “I can’t you. I am not free ‘Il wouldn't for the world interfere with Your Lordship’s engagements All that can be arranged subsequently. I'll deposit the check as instructed.”’ The two visitors left. ‘‘That,”’ Spring, tapping the check, “is my for a lifetime and My eyelas! go with said salary Lord never lifts an The other noadaed Wher you swin an ocean olf gola what a tie t Kle to you ’” he asked The boy, sitt ng st n the gilded roon asked himsell whethe ne would Nave signed if he had had time to think. Yes, he would have signed, he decided. Perhaps he had committed a criminal act but he had never known of a rime that was not fraud. No one was defrauded in t ist If the issue of shares should prove a failure Lord Llanthony would do his part just the same: how could it bea crime f His Lo hip had authorized and afterward cor rmed the signature l'ybo forgot t in five minutes. His mind was in Plyn He could concentrate ) not lle returned to the Ate ous ig Neithe Nar no ‘ j , except in the presence ol Lad ind the acit agreed ne So three la igged a y | : ilied them or ( et ) ( ¢ r makeé end the ¢ . sitor couldn't they ’ » t | « ‘ aided ‘ mger on his Pa ourne . 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(Continued from Page 135) alarmed, and took the letter from the table. The letter read: My dear Niece: My son is dead. He was ill all the way over and was carried ashore to die. He was brought under another name, as you know. He is buried under that name. His mother and I will decide afterward about proper interment. I must be the one to tell her, Not a word to her, not a hint. This will try you hard, but it is the only way. Tell him, if you think best. If you can carry the load alone—but, no, it is only fair that he should be told. I am coming as fast as I ean. He did not recognize me. Not a word to his mother. That must be my task. The conse- quence to her—but I must not think of that. Burn this letter “i of course. The boy sat dazed. It was not in those first minutes that he thought of a mother’s bereavement. That he must go to-her, see her, talk to her, be caressed by her—oh, no, he could not personate the dead. He jumped up as the door opened. “What must I do?” he cried. Sara stood looking into his eyes. “I don’t know, Stannie,’”’ she said—‘‘I don’t know.”’ Neither made conscious move- ment, but now she was in his arms, clasped, held fast. Not a word was said; the only sound was Sara’s deep-drawn breath of relief as of a burden lighter because inti- mately shared. She retreated slowly, reluc- tant, her finger tips brushing down his arms, loath to lose touch of him. They turned to the sound of footsteps approaching. **My Lady’s compliments to milord and could he come to Her Ladyship?”’ The boy sprang past the footman and strode swiftly along the hall. Sara, trem- bling, crept toward a chair, paused, straightened, set her face to composure, and followed. Up the stairs she went, holding her breath, her head bent sidewise, listening. Nosound came from behind the curtained glass doors, but as she passed close she caught the murmur of voices. She gave a smile and a word to a passing house- maid and stopped the footman who thought to enter the salon. ‘‘ Her Ladyship confers with monsieur,” she said quite naturally. She thought to hear a cry, a sob, his call for help. She heard, instead, a laugh—her aunt’s ringing laugh. She flung up her head proudly. He was as strong as that then. She must not fail him. She sat down now, watching the door. It opened at last. He came out, laughing. She sprang up. He faced her, pallid, anguished. “It is decided,” he said, choking. ‘‘We must wait now for him.”’ She took her handkerchief from her breast and wiped his forehead. ‘‘Love did it,’’ he went on. ‘**Love for you made me doit. If I had not, you would have had to tell her.”’ “Go, Stannie,’’ she breathed. ‘‘Go to Paris and wait for him.’”’ Her hand trem- bled as she caught the lapels of his coat and looked imploring into his face. ‘“And leave you here alone?”’ he “Not likely. I can do anything now, ex- cept marry you. That— never.” “IT know,” she whispered. ‘Love me, that’s enough. I won't fail you.” A light sound as of a book falling came from the salon. Sara pressed the boy’s hand, then turned and entered the room, humming a gay tune. He remembered hearing it with her in the restaurant on the night they had gone to the Salpétriére. He whistled a bar. He heard laughter within her laughter, and Lady Llanthony’s. He rushed out of the house and went for a long walk. When he came back Sara met him at the door. ‘**He has come,” she whispered. “ He went straight to her room. I did not see him. He has She stopped short, staring wildly into the boy’s eyes. A faint sound of laughter tinkled down to them from the open windows above. **He hasn’t told her,”’ he said. ‘No. Stannie, he won’t. He doesn’t intend to—not at all—ever. Oh!’’ She wrung her hands and ran to her room cried. XV — met in the library—Lord Llan- thony and the boy; the former natural, easy in manner, affectionate in his greeting, THE SATURDAY the latter pale, haggard-eyed, profoundly troubled. His Lordship’s bright penetrat- ing eyes, so deeply imbedded, made calm inspection. “You have been under a heavy strain,”’ “How could I spare you? Un- he said. foreseen, not to be helped “I heard her laugh,’’ this came from a throat so dry that the words were hardly audible. “T have not told her.’”’ The boy stared. A long silence; the clock ticked on—the ” only sound—as they looked into each other’s eyes. “I shall not tell her. I shall never tell her the blow.” ““You’re crazy!”’ cried Stanton Drew, re- coiling. Then he bent forward, frowning, obviously looking for signs of overstrain. “‘She is happier than she ever was in her life,” His Lordship said quietly. ‘‘Why break her heart?” ““But—but “You’ve nothing to do. Just go on, that’s all.” ““T don’t get you!” young man. ‘Sooner or later sg His Lordship lifted a hand. ‘No,’ he denied; ‘‘never. Lord Pontlottyn now, my title when I’m dead, Lord Llanthony on your tombstone. No;don’t interrupt. Asim- ple, a natural result. You thought to give a dying mother a peaceful death; instead, you gave her life. Then you made her happy. Her love for you is the deepest, the most unselfish that a woman may know.” The speaker leaned forward and put his hand on the other’s knee. ‘* You love her?”’ ‘You know,” this in a strangled voice. “You would make great sacrifices for her happiness?” **Anything—you know that be done. Anything in reason.” “This is in reason. It is possible.” Hundreds of people have unless you force me to deal It’s all done. cried the bewildered that could “* Possible? seen your son.” His Lordship snapped his fingers. ‘‘ None that will cross your path. A few years out of England; Lady Llanthony’s health provides the excuse; a retired life; travel. It is almost certain that no man will ever say to you: ‘You are not the Tybo Ellis I knew.’ My boy, if fifty said it, do you know what it weighs against a father’s, a mother’s word? Nothing.” Stanton Drew sprang to his feet and walked up and down, his hands clasped behind his back, his head bent. His Lordship, following him always with intent eyes, went on in his level, penetrat- ‘““Who knows you as my son?” “Think. That political lot important men; men whose my London rep- aman ing voice, he asked. strong men; words count in England resentative, with him another man strong in finance, respected by everybody; the Finleys; your French friends here. All this by accident. All building up to one end--the same end. It seems as if fate had planned from the beginning. You and I don't believe in that of course, but still, there it is. One slight accident, one little incident —if such had occurred I shouldn't be making this appeal to you now. But it hasn’t happened.” The troubled listener stopped in his rapid nervous walk. He gazed with startled speculative inquiry into the other’s face “Even that old couple,”’ the latter con- tinued—‘“‘the couple out in the pavilion she helped to nurse you in babyhood; she Her husband sees My boy, It’s done; fin- race before you recognizes you now through the same eyes. not a hurdle left to jump ished. You’ve won the knew you had started.” “I’m mixed up,” the boy said in an agi- tated “Of course you can’t leave a title by will, can you?” “Of course not.” “Then what about that man in Oldport who thinks I’m his cousin? Is he going to stand for this?”’ ““No trouble there. He accepts you.”’ Drew started. “‘He is not to know?” His Lordship smiled. “‘ You should read his spoutings. Down with the lords, that’s his mildest saying. He is neres voice, going to be EVENING POST You'd be aoing ! greatest service in your power by keeping him out of the Lords. His political would be killed. Make want to.” The listener turned on his heel and re- sumed his walk elected, they say career hi r f him en “T thought you told me,” Lord Lila thony resumed, ‘“‘that he was in Paris or his wedding tour. ”’ “That's so.” “Francois misunderstood ther The bride called at the hotel yesterday. What's her name? . . Oh, yes She had a nurse and a little child with her, he said, and wished to know whether you were here or in Paris her here. If she should turn uy The boy impatiently waved away the irrelevant subject. “The Archers kr he exclaimed “Friends of yours, of Sara, of your aunt; straight youngsters.” Remember, I asked “Yes; straight,’”” was the significant interruption “That’s it A thing is right when no body’s injured and great benefits result to those you love. And to you, my boy, great benefits to you but ” He rose and put his hand on Stanton’s shoulder a thing,” he said wit} secondary o! course profound earnestness, “to have millions, to live on the grand st ale, to wield power, yood, to luxury, to promote culture. Is it nothing to you?”’ He took the boy’s arm and led him to the window. ‘Is it nothing to you to feel that you are the owner of this place?”’ He felt the listener's start : shifted back his hand to the boy’s shoulder ‘You are the owner, you know that beautiful plain. Your chateau crowns it. Your personality, if you chose, and re to do great enjoy and he Look ove mained here long enough, could dominate +f Or you could keep it You could come and the neighborhood oO! a spring playground go as you chose; the whole world is at your command. You are rich today, for years.” The absorbed silent listener stood bai you and again fixed troubled, speculative eyes on His Lordship. “That document you signed,”’ went on, “brought you a quarter of a mil- lion dollars. It Only you can touch it.” His L the latter is banked in your name ords} Dp shrugged his shoulders. ‘‘There can be a million there tomorrow if you have any use for it.” ‘*When did your son die?’’ The rang out, sharp, imperative The answer came, calm, unruffled. ‘ Be fore I had ever heard of you * The older man met, unquailing, the accusation in the menacing face of the confronting Drew ‘I came to Paris to tell a wife of the deplor- able death of our son. I found her a wreck yuestion but at her bedside, consoling, healing, draw ing her back inch by inch from the That day I resolved that if he grave, I found a son should be willing he should stay alway Could I ask him then, a stranger, who could not know how easy it was? Of course not I must establish him first. I must build a foundation so solid, so firm, that I cou come to him and prove that it wa i done— finished —that he had o to nod his head.”’ Suspicion, antagonism, cleared It wa for her?”’ Stanton Drew asked nee trembling “What else? Incidentally there follows direct descent in my line, pleasing course—pleasing to me to adopt a son, of whom I could be proud, of course. Perhap there was another motive, not altogethe small either.’”” He came close and put | two hands on the boy’s shoulders. “1 wa afraid,” he admitted ‘I could not face telling her. Spare me that, my boy. Spare her the hearing.” His Lordship hoped for acquiescence or the crest of this wave of emotio He faced a look of in “And you've beer ” Stannie said in a hope proved vain quiry, a puzzled gaze pretending all the time, low voice; ‘‘and about your sons dea too. Oh, I see why you've told me good What Money-Making Plan Could Be Better for You? You furnish: Only a few hours of your spare time when conven- lent. 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If I could Death I should be omnipotent; and I am only a man whom some think powerful, pleading almost on my knees to you for the happiness of my wife.” Stannie Drew was in truth overwhelmed by the revelation of the iron-willed, gentle- handed duplicity, of the smooth-rolling mendacity, of this juggling with life and death, of this immense unconscious self revelation which said in effect that all means were right if the end was good. His first reaction was desire to escape, as one would from an avalanche or a tidal wave. Sara? He looked up. deceived? Knowing this life of lords, know- ing her uncle, had she not seen the end to which every act of his was directed? He broke the long silence. ‘‘ Does Sara know?” he demanded abruptly. “She knows, approves,”” was the answer. Stannie’s head sank. An added pallor ‘““All alike then,” he thought aloud, “‘you people.” “T dropped Sara a hint,” his surprised Lordship corrected, ‘‘the morning I left Her love for her aunt is that of a daughter. Of course she will approve.” The boy looked up, nodded, straightened. His manner said: ‘Well, I believe that anyhow.”’ And it told, too, of a great re- lief. “‘If she had known,” he uttered with a high conviction, ‘‘she would have told me.” “Ah!” His Lordship could not check that little exclamation. He was exultantly sure of success now. The boy loved Sara. ‘“‘I can ” But Stannie Drew broke in: “One question!’’ he cried. ‘‘Why didn’t you wait till you came? Why write of the I saw her only you have fooled he cried a little deceive Had she, too, been showed. 9 death’ ‘I am as frank about that as I have been about all was the quiet answer. “That you might cross the Rubicon before I came. That you might see Lady Llan- thony after you knew of the death. That I might truthfully say to you that all was finished. That no new effort, no fresh step, was required from you. Was I right? Isn’t it true? You have only to sit still and all that men strive for falls into your lap —a great position, immense lands, luxury, power, love, mother love.” Lord Llanthony paused, then added slowly, “The love of a girl, brilliant, accomplished, else,” riches, houses, beautiful Stannie Drew trembled visibly. The only sound was that of his panting breath. He lifted a contorted face, made a step forward as though to accept the offered hand of an adopted father, but rushed past instead. ‘She expects me at this hour,” he said in a muffled voice. ‘There is no hurry about your decision,” His Lordship called after him. Lord Llan- thony yes, the boy had gone to his wife’s room. The reason was obvious; to convince himself that he was accepting “They call it New England conscience over there,’”’ His Lordship thought, and sent for Sara. He felt un- accountably tired. He had put nervous force into that trying and difficult interview. He had feared that the clever young man would think backward and dis- maneuvers. He had decided on utter frankness; all his explanations had been sound, had been accepted. Though he had failed to secure instant acquiescence he had no doubt of ultimate success. Sara now crowned this dazzling heap of splendor. The boy wanted Sara. He must have her. 1 listened for her sake. all his ern his But where was she? No one thought to the garden search in the little house, in April 30,1927 behind, where she had fled from herself to console a homesick old couple. So st} entered the library at last only an instant behind Stanton Drew. Sara stopped short as She stood poised, her head bent she saw his rav- aged face. forward, her heart un\ disclosed everything. “‘Stannic elled by eyt Drew!”” The murmured words were freighted with passionate tenderr He made one step toward her, checked, dropped his eyes. Lord Llantho i lighted, surprised, saw brilliant success for his cherished plans he cried, ‘I Your aunt Will be happy **Sara,”” from life! two married “Stannie Drew,” she breathed, “‘has re fused me once.” “Of course. He must.” from one to the other. He confident emphasis, ‘‘ But my son will not t He glanced added with a “T can’t do it,”’ the boy burst out. ‘‘ Lord Llanthony, you give everything, but you ask everything. My name, my cour my flag. No.” Sara leaped to hisarms. He repulsed he ‘““Persuade him, Sara,”’ said the t ished lord, turning to leave the room ‘“‘No,” Sara cried. ‘‘He mus hoo I love him, not his name.”” She turned anc twined her arm in the boy’ ‘Stannie, she said, ‘“‘I am yours. Don't think you're losing me with the rest ‘*He can’t mean it.””) L was completely unnerved. He ed sud denly old and flabby. “Tt is final,”’ the boy said ‘I have said good-by to Lady Llantl ony ‘You've not told her?” Hi voice was almost hysterical ‘No. Not for me to do that. Called t Paris—for some time.” Then the door opened. The footmar uttered a name —-Mrs. Evan rushed past him, obvi iously highly ex I've brought her, Lord she cried. ‘The wife and son you d On your honor you weren't marri weren't you? Well, there are all pap She slammed a parcel on the table. Shi turned to her companion, who cam ward timidly, holding a toddling i | the hand. These three people, all dazed and worn out by the emotiona through which they had passed, Stanton Drew, hardly comprehendir not caring, mechanically ext “Tl am politely. “Thank you,” was the grave answe! Jennifer broke into hysterical weeping very pleased to see you Sara, faculties restored, caught her firn by the arm and led her out Lord Llanthony gazed open-mouthed this self-convicted impost who ed her guilt by silent acceptance of the wrong husband ‘And you claim that he is your hu band?” Lord Llanthony wept an arm behind him. The young mother, seated ir a chair, her child in her lap, looked vague around the room. The questior tu Stanton Drew had disappeared “F young man who was here; who shoo nd with you.” “Oh, no.” eyes of a Jersey cow and askina im} She had the beautiful liquid ts new milk. ‘But you didn’t deny ‘Il didn’t understand, sir. I was con fused.”” A placid pair, now, mother and child, exuding health: His Lords} feel the pleasant contagion as | i chair near and seated himself “Have you a picture of him?” She too one from her bag with a well-glove ‘His arm is in a sling.”’ He studied snapshot, not admitting that it picture dead son. ‘““His motor came through our front wa and stayed in our parlor: He was hu sir— My Lord.” She hada lot of fine flaxer hair, elaborately done up, shimmering be neath a Paris hat. “Of course Mrs. Ellis ha Continued on Page 141 seen tl

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Continued from Page 138 ‘““No, My Lord.” He lifted his eyes from her new dress and looked a question. ‘‘She ver asked for it.” ne “You nursed him, I suppose, in your cottage?” “Yes, sir—for six weeks. Then he mar- riedme. The lines are there, My Lord.” She put the placid child on the floor, bent over, and took off her well-cut new shoe. ‘“ Ex- cuse me, sir,”’ she apologized. ‘It hurts.” The child grabbed the shiny trophy with calmly uttered half sentences expressive of pleasure. His Lordship looked up from the document which he was reading. The silk-stockinged foot was well-shaped, the ankle not bad. “Mrs. Ellis dressed you in Paris, I sup- pose oo “Yes, sir, and had my hair done.” “* And why did you name your son John?’ “After my dead father. My husband had gone away. He never wrote.” “But you believed that the boy would one day have a title.” “Nottill Mr. Evans told me. Mr. Evans, of Oldport, my husband’s uncle.”” The in- quisitor glanced up. Every time he did that he added an item to his inventory. Her ears were passable; her profile good; her full face very pretty, but without ani- mation. “How did you know him?” he asked. “We buy some lines from him, Mother keeps the little shop and has the post office. He came up to collect a bill. That was just after John was born. I told him I was Mrs. Tybo Evans. He found it all out and came again and said John would be Lord Pontlottyn one day.” His Lordship’s eyes followed the child, who was toddling about, solemnly investigating. ‘‘And why didn’t you write to me?”’ “Mr. Evans said not.” sir. “You speak very well. You have not much Gloucester accent.” “T was a pupil teacher and took the higher grades.’ ‘*And why weren't you to write to me?”’ “Mr. Evans said not.” Some required the reasons; were very worldly, almost surely they would ignore the marriage, they would undoubt- edly support the heartless desertion of their profligate son. Then Mrs. Kllis had come with the news that her father-in-law had changed his mind, that a broken, blind lady would surely wel- come a grandson, that a reformed husband would do justice to his in- to extract wife pressure was Lord Llanthony and his jured wife. It was denied that the visit was a sur- prise. Mrs. Ellis Evans had said that she had writ- ten. “Do you keep a cow?” examiner asked. “Oh, yes, since John was born.” “T thought so And you milk her, of course. You the cross- grow your own vegetables, too, and you trench the potatoes your- self, I suppose. You help in the shop besides.” The mother rose placidly and limped to her son, quietly extracting a valuable ornament from a clenched fist ‘““A pig, too, My Lord, and the only aspara- gus bed in the place. We make all the jam and preserves we sell, and people come for ten miles to get ours.” Lord Llanthony went ov down. “Is he ticklish? prodding the child all over, smiling into the grave, solemn eyes. ‘“‘He’s a young- ster.”” He pressed the chubby arms, the plump legs. ‘‘ Perfectly formed too. Nursed him yourself, I'm sure?” “Of course, The proud smiled for the first time. ‘‘ He's as healthy as he looks.” “Take off your gloves. You'll feel mor comfortable.”’ She obeyed with hesitation. As he had thought, her hands were hard and rough, but they were shapely, the nails better than he had hoped. ‘How old was your father when he died?” “About forty. He was kicked by Lord Carstane’s horse. He was opening a gate for His Lordship. Mother sion. “Ah; an accident.” family history; no tubercle; great-un and great-aunts dying of old age. Lord Llanthony cried at “Nature be man!” “Yes, sir,”’ the mother agreed. He called a servant and sent for Sara You do not ask about your husband,” he said. ‘I am not coming back to him, sir. I didn’t mean that, ever.”’ “He is not here. You will stay, for a few days, anyhow, and we will arrange every- thing.” ‘I am not used to great houses but “It’s his house. You're his guest.” pointed to the child. “If you say so, My Lord.” Sara came, unnaturally calm on this day of storms. ‘‘Sara,’’ said His Lordship, “this is Mary, Lady Pontlottyn. Mary, this is your cousin by marriage, Sara Des- mond.” ‘Please, miss,’”” Mary, Lady Pontlottyn, interrupted, “‘ you'll excuse me, but can you tell me if I can get some milk—some that you know is all right - a bent 2 aske d, gent and fine sir mother gets a pen- More questions; ies last, ats He for Johnnie? THE SATURDAY EVENING POST “Wf ry iary \ Will st for the pre “W room,”’ he whispered, ‘‘tell her He beckoned hen she settle The child in Sara’s arms stroke le smiled Bring him here a fed Now, run along Ask the come.” He's yone, *oo yes, for hs ) by the lottyn Y : 1 Lord Llanthony fr +} irried irom ( deliberate, it-moving Lady P smiued ayain by the foolish obstinacy o } Dov: ] wrecked and in the moment o! ae significant leat tl t along g Nature victory, presenting him in sn that he had most desire laug! ld was brought in he car legal papers and law triur generous in —- Lord Llanthony When the cl upsvtalrs and irons ] If ; ea out ioud son.”’ XVI HAT afternoon Frank Archer tossed , telegram over to the » news Is Iot Yr ; ] " Peter read it aloud Spring in Warren County, New York comes a baby wi a bundle ol P you, Old girl, he said, ~ but just ‘ ers ) Ar “We ‘ Sar ¢ S S Wi i at _ iS 1 of co ‘ ¢ a ‘ t ea ¢ ¢ 1e rr i ,t Star D a ase eygrar it’s fine é ire paste sara thought made fragm igarette.’ e tool one e muttered Continued on Page i44

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N Ad THE SATURDAY EVENING POST (Continued from Page 141) coming to live on my wages. Ha-ha.”’ laugh was bitter. “‘T’ve heard of worse troubles. Stay here till you sail. I’m all alone. Peter’s gone to Brittany sketching. This milk drinker, this The vase smasher? Sounds like a_ baby yours?”’ Stannie Drew smiled. ‘“‘Laid on the doorstep with all the papers. A live arrow shot from a dead past. His father dead, the kid is Lord Pontlottyn and takes my place.”’ Stannie Drew chuckled. ‘‘I couldn’t stay a minute, could I? I’ve taken on every- thing, but there is a line. I drew it at a baby. I couldn’t father him. Oh, no —his mother there too. So I hopped out at the back as he came in at the front. The tele- gram means of course that he’s proved legitimate and accepted.” “More than that,” said Lady Llanthony’s room Stannie Drew nodded. ‘‘She knows it all now. I wonder is she upset she blame me?” “Give the baby time, old man. He’s your friend at court. Now let’s go out and have dinner and celebrate the arrival at Paris of Mr. Stanton Drew.”’ He took his guest to the gayest of restaurants. In the middle of dinner the guest laid down his fork. “Frank,” he announced impressively, ‘never have a guilty secret. It’s a killjoy. It is poisonous.” “T thought your appetite very good all through the crisis.” ‘“‘Duty —I ate from a sense of duty. This is the first meal I’ve really enjoyed. It has the salt of honesty.” “‘And Sara not here!”’ “Tf she was, I couldn’t eat; I'd be look- ing at her.”’ There was plenty to talk about at that dinner; hours of the mad masquerade to live over, incredible in the retrospect. The last flight from the chateau had had its humors, for Jennifer and Stannie had trav- eled by the same train. “T had just said good-by to Sara,” said, ‘‘and of course the world was black. When I got to the Tours station I saw Jen- nifer and went mad clear through. She hoisted her chin and looked away. I watched and got into her compartment. We were alone. “*You played the low-down, all right,’ I told her, ‘to steer that kid there without notice; his grandmother an invalid ; “* Your child,’ she yelled, ‘whom you’ve never seen, and you speak of him like that!’ ***Could I stay one hour after his ar- rival?’ I demanded. “*She looked at me as if I was crazy. ‘And Frank. “In is she--does he | your dear, forgiving wife, whom you de- serted so shamefully,’ she lectured. ‘You shook hands with her as though she was a stranger who had dropped in to tea.’ ***She is all you say she is,’ I came back with dignity. ‘She is more than you say; but could I stay one hour after she came? Oh, no! See what you have done.’ ““*Tone? What have | done?’ crazy with curiosity now. “*Can’t you see?’ I shouted at her. ‘Can’t you understand?’ She stared at me with her mouth so wide open I could see the gold filling in a wisdom tooth. “* Husband and wife should be together,’ she muttered faintly. ““*Oh, well, if you can’t see I told her with scathing contempt. I turned my shoulder and stared out of the window “She held out for two minutes; then she gasped out, ‘Are you staying away?’ ‘“**Forever!’ I think my voice sounded as from the tomb.” Frank roared with laughter as he signaled to the waiter for a second helping of the She was entrée. “She gave a little shriek at that, and bored and bored away for explanations. I said with a grand air, ‘I have abdicated. It is final. The kid—by the way, what’s his name?’ ““*You are a monster,’ she said. ‘John.’ “John owns the chateau. He has a I flung out I give him all!’ I cried. quarter of a million in bank.’ ‘All my hands. April 30,1927 **Oh, what’s it all about she was dazed. ‘I can’t grasp the ideas of your class.’ Then we drew up at Blois. Des- pradailles saw me from the platform and came into our compartment. I introduced him, and the polished old gentleman kissed her hand. ““*No,’ I told him, ‘not Lord Pontlottyn any longer. We have found a baby —the unsuspected heir.’ I rang the changes on that all right until Despradailles got it. “*Ah! Ah!’ he cried. ‘I perceive—the disinherited one.’ He almost wept for me and called me a gallant knight. At Paris I put Jennifer in a taxi. ““* Twice,’ I warned, the chateau. Parliament. ‘you have come to Once you kept me out of Now you drive me from my home. Never see me again put me down and out.’ The rolling down her cheeks as she ever from my sight.” He burlesqued everything that night, thus thought The morning brought a letter from Sara, reporting her aunt as dazed, stunned, without censure for anybody and as already finding comfort in the baby. The new Lady Pontlottyn placidly said only pleasant things of her dead husband and was made welcome in the invalid’s room. “*Auntie has lost a son twice over,” Sara wrote, ‘“‘and I feared antagonism against you. She doesn’t express it. I don’t think she feels it. I told her you and I were to be married in the autumn in New York We are, you know, Stannie darling, and our wedding tour will be to your job, wher- ever it is. 1 me, the baby The boy poured out his heart in his an- swer. His prospects, he said, were too un- certain to permit an engagement. He had had, he told her with slightly acid humor, inside experience of the customed to live, and when he got within a hundred miles of that he would send her a ring. He was writing this letter when Lord Llanthony appeared. Heavy-footed, agile-minded, bright-eyed as usual, His Lordshiy him to accept prodigal luxury, power, Sara his for a nod of the head. instead “You and I,” said the patient pleader, “‘must save quixotic Sara. she will starve with you ina back alley The boy flushed. “‘T have told her,” he snapped, “there is You always tears were passed for- escaping She kissec then asked for way she was ac- » besough offers wealth, all these were He shook it She declares ” no engagement.” ‘You can’t keep her from your doorstep. The only way is to accep New York office. To accept i with your dignity. To Sara and wound me.” t a position in my s consistent refuse is to slight There was no escap- ing this logic. Stannie yielded. Lord Llan- thony’s last words, profoundly sincere, genuinely affectionate, were: “I do not think you have lost Lady Llant 3e patient.” The boy, in exalted mood, letter, bought a ring with ceeds of his draft and sent it nonys love. tore up his of the pro- a letter by special messenger to the chateau. Frank Archer went with him to him off, and introduced him to friends who were to be fellow passengers, as the most original traveler who had ever visited No Louvre, no tomb of Napoleon, no Café de la Paix, no Montmartre “What did you do wit! charming, dark-eyed Miss Saintsbury. ‘I specialized,”” was the vague answer. It came time t. Archer put it off. held his friend at t} + most and see Paris. » } yourself: asked to par He way e foot of the gang- ‘Sara's coming,”’ hesaid Due an hour ag She came, tearing, after the “Cross-country trains — last whistle had sounded, after the last passenger had come ashore. An conspicuous, seen by every When he had run up the was lifted as he ran, Miss out, ! in.” instant for one embrace, body. gangway, which Saintsbury called 1OW we know what

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emember.... that mother is always eighteen in some corner of her heart. She likes to remember sweet- heart days in which candy played its part. Make her realize that she is still somebody’s sweetheart. Mother’s Day is an ancient custom. Teach your children to observe it. The love of a mother for her child is the strongest, mest un- selfish love on Earth; the love of a child for the mother is the noblest. ee THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Give mother candy on Mother’s Day, May 8th, y } as a symbol of your love. Be sure that she is included in the Mother’s Day candy custom. Don’t disappoint her. + > . + * > Mother is a judge of candy, for experience taught her that it is made up of nuts, milk, sugar, butter, molasses, eggs, gelatine, corn syrup, malted a K, fruits, « c te and otner pure, health-building foods appr ved by nutriti experts Candy nourishes. It gives energy. It relieves f , Mother deserves more than one annual tré She lik andy in the home for Sunday. Remember there are other Sundays in the year, and give her the pleasure of the Sund andy custom NATIONA PF oy ee ne om Ah tae? $ ses

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You don’t know. . . . Well, well. And what can we do for you, Mr. Kennis?”’ “* As administrator it is my duty to collect the assets of the estate for the benefit of heirs and creditors. You can let me have that fifty thousand dollars.” “But, my dear man,” said the cashier smilingly, ‘‘it was checked out last week. A check for the full amount came through; drawn by Ramspercker to the order of Otho L. Ramspercker, Inc., for deposit in the Motor Center Bank. Ramspercker evi- dently incorporated himself, for a reason that isn’t hard to guess. He owed a lot of money, didn’t he?” “The name of a corporation means noth- ing,” said the attorney. ‘That check came through last week? It was delayed quite a while. Ramspercker was drowned five or six weeks ago.” “You said he was drowned last week.” “‘T said the body was found in the morgue and identified last week. You may judge how long it was in the water from the fact that it took a dentist to identify it.” ‘Pardon me a moment,” said the cashier, leaving him. He returned shortly and called Kennis into the president’s office. There was concern in the large, pink face of the gray-haired banker as he shook the hand of the dapper attorney. He said, ‘Pleased to meet you, Mr. Kennis,’’ but he did not look pleased. “You say this account—this gentleman has been dead for some time? We should have been informed. You represent the family?” . “I was appointed on the petition of a creditor; Mr. Ramspercker seems to have had no family. I have no information about his personal affairs.” ‘‘Nor have we, for that matter,” said the cashier glumly. ‘“‘He walked in here, opened this account by depositing a little cash and a check for fifty thousand dollars drawn to his order by one Hyman Mertz, shook hands with somebody and walked outa matter of minutes. We have an address on West Ninety-sixth Street.” ‘“‘A bachelor apartment below the via- duct there,”” nodded Kennis. ‘‘I spoke to the janitor— quite an intelligent man. He knew nothing of Ramspercker’s affairs. This Hyman Mertz, who lent Ramspercker the fifty thousand dollars, probably knows all about him. I didn’t ask Mertz any- thing. You or I don’t care now who Rams- percker was. I come into the matter as a stranger to all parties, and you enly want to know that your depositor is dead.”’ A young man with paper guards on his sleeves entered and put a canceled check before the president. The latter studied it, set it beside an authentic signature for com- parison, and then had a good look at it through a glass. He pushed the check aside, smiled sourly at the young man who had brought it in and who was evidently the teller who had paid on it, and said, “Notify the New Amsterdam Surety Com- pany.” “You think it’s ““No question,” bank. Kennis’ small head went forward; his sharp-featured face swung from one to the other. The teller was rattled. “In the first place, I—I thought— well, the name is the same. If that signature’s not genuine, it’s a mighty good tracing. It was just a book- keeping transfer, I thought Ramspercker to Ramspercker, Incorporated. And I thought I knew what the transfer was being made for, being that there was men- tion of a judgment against our depositor. Besides, it’s the fifth check out of his book, just what it should be. Number five! And it’s macerated with that special ma- chine that he always used to protect against raising—punched, you see.”’ ” rumbled the head of the “The circumstances were certainly pe- culiar,”” murmured the cashier, who was THE SATURDAY EVENING POST PEOPLE AGAINST VAN TEEL Continued from Page 23 himself not without blame for the ac- ceptance of the bad check. “*He drew other checks?’ was from Kennis. “He deposited, originally, a few hundred more than the fifty thousand.” “But since this check exhausted the ac- count,” said Kennis, pressing him with professional zest, “‘did it not seem queer to you that it was punched with a special device to prevent raising? Didn’t that suggest to you that the check was drawn by a person who didn’t know how much was in the account?” “Tt does now,”” admitted the teller. “Mr. Kennis,”’ said the president, “ you understand, I am sure, that our talk here is confidential. We are insured against this sort of thing, but the surety company is en- titled to be subrogated to all our rights, and we must not imperil them or commit them.”’ “Precisely,”’ said the attorney. ‘Mr. Leake, there is a professional disdain, which I share, for proving a case by admissions. That sort of proof is, like the alibi, generally the weapon of the shyster.”’ He looked carefully at the back of the check. “This is indorsed for deposit by George Van Teel, treasurer. An assumed name, no doubt. There’s your forger. In my opinion, your depositor had nothing to do with this corporation masquerading as Otho L. Ramspercker, Inc. It was probably formed for the sole purpose of stripping this The question account. But this thing ramifies. The people who engineered this must have known of the death of your depositor long ago. Have you called the Motor Center?”’ ‘““We’ve done that,’’ said the cashier. “The deposit was checked out in cash last Monday.” Kennis was still in the bank when a private detective arrived from the New Amsterdam Surety Company. George Van Teel was taken into custody within an hour, and was arraigned before Magistrate McGirr in the police court. mr rig ELD to answer,” magistrate. Counselor Ambrose Hinkle, leaning against the counsel table with his back to the magistrate, passing a slight hand over his sleek black hair so that his diamond rings might flash in the light from the magistrate’s desk, said, ‘I ask Your Honor to fix bail.’”’ He continued looking out at the crowded benches, exacting his tribute of admiring regard, a tribute to an advocate who had risen to the leadership of New York’s criminal bar. It was cheap applause, from cheap people, but there was a broad streak of cheapness in Little Amby. It was cheap of him to affront the dignity of the magis- trate by showing him his smartly tailored back, but it was probably good business; many people on the benches out there, and among them those who could be Little Amby’s best and steadiest customers, had respect for the law, but only through terror. The magistrate rolled his tobacco in his mouth and looked at the assistant district attorney. “No objection,” said the district at- torney—an amiable, gentlemanly, but rather chuckle-headed young man whose family influence had landed him in a good job. “Provided that the defendant can give bail for a commensurate sum —for fifty thousand dollars.”’ “Fifty thousand peanuts,” said Little Amby. ‘Where would this poor boy get any sum like that?” “But, my dear chap,”’ said the district attorney, “it is the People’s theory that he already has it—ha-ha-ha!” ‘*Ha-ha-ha!”’ laughed Little Amby, de- lighted with the chance for a laugh. The judge looked down and chuckled politely. The court room, ever watchful to curry favor, thinking the judge must have made announced the the joke, since he laughed at it, promptly let out a joyous roar so that the windows shook. “Silence!"’ bellowed the court officers, pounding on tables and benches “Very good,” sighed Little Amby, wiping his dry black eyes with a silk handkerchief of yellow and maroon. He lifted a foot, flicked a speck of dust from the gleaming patent-leather shoe and restored the gay handkerchief to the breast pocket of his black-and-white check suit He said, while so attending to his shoe, ‘I’m relieved to hear that the district at- torney wasn’t serious. He knows just as well as I that there’s nothing in this charge at all. This poor boy has been made a cat’s-paw by clever people. If it’s a crime to look in the Help Wanted column and take a job and do as your boss says, then I'l! sell the county my office down on Centre Street, because it’s going to want the space for a new wing on the Tombs. It’s an out- rage to drag this poor boy from the bosom of his family and hale him here and pillory him before the public as a criminal. Some- body’s going to sweat for this. Make it fifteen hundred dollars, judge.” “Absurd,” said the district attorney, staring. ‘‘ Besides, the Court has really no jurisdiction to fix bail under Section 557. The charge is forgery, Mr. Hinkle.”’ “Ts that all that stands in the way of sav- ing this poor boy from the ignominy and possible contagion of being thrown into the Tombs?” demanded Little Amby in a roll- ing voice. “‘The law says the committing magistrate cannot admit to bail if the of- fense charged is punishable by over five years—is that it? Then you'd consent to reasonable bail if the judge had the power, would you? You'd take as low as five thousand dollars, would you?” “Tf the offense charged permitted of it, Mr. Hinkle,” said the district attorney smilingly. ‘“‘The question is purely aca- demic; the law is clear and unambiguous.” “There’s the book!” cried Little Amby, pointing at the penal code on the table “*Look up forgery in the third degree. And then the judge will tell you what's charged in the papers—acting as an officer of a cor- poration and concealing.’’ He turned his back on the Court again and let the light of his countenance play on the audience on the benches. The spectators looked at one another with grim and approving nods; they under- stood next to nothing of what was going on, but they could see with their own eyes that that little lawyer up there was order- ing the district attorney about and telling the judge his business. Yes, there was a lawyer who knew what was what and took no nonsense from anybody. Little Amby walked up and down with his round little stomach puffed out. George Van Teel’s bail was set at five thousand dollars, and was furnished by a professional bondsman who came running from the back of the court room at asnap of Little Amby’s fingers. The little advocate pulled his client’s sleeve, pushed him out into the public aisle, and swaggered down it in his track, deigning to look neither to the right nor to the left. The audience had seen him come in with conquering stride, and they saw him go out with his man. The man who wrote the book up there on the table the book whose say went—could not have done better Little Amby’s closed car was waiting be- side the car barn that adjoined the court- house. The chauffeur was missing; Little Amby put two fingers into his mouth and whistled. Tug Gaffney, the ex-bruiser who was Little Amby’s door man on Centre Street, came around the corner from Ninth Avenue, where he had been attending a crap game beside the car barn. “‘Who done that there whistling?’’ he bawled. “Oh, was it you, boss? Step right in.” He opened the car’s door and patted his master’s shoulder patronizingly as he steered him in; Tug w: avs kind to small people “Don’t paw me, you big dog narled Little Am} \ Jun p ir Van Tell him where you live. I want to talk to you.” It's ( nd of you, M Hinkk “You pa ir fare before yu’ re through,” said the little awyer cheerfully ‘It’s going to cost you ten grand to beat “Ten thousand d irs “Why, I haven't any ten thousand dol- lars, Mr lars to my name right now “IT don’t understand this,” sa Hinkle. I haven't a hundred dol- Littl Amby with a gathering frowr ‘You told my man in the police station that ’d pay ten thousand dollars to beat the case Come now, Van Tee! ‘A man house,” said spoke to me n the George, recoiliectin asked me what it was worth to fre« I might have said something to t ‘ that I would give ten thousand dollars to be out of my trouble: but, of cours« 3 I would pay that if I had it.”’ “And it wasn’t your job—you didn't get I meant the fifty thousand dollars, or even a slice “No, Mr. Hinkle. I told you that.” “This is a fine note,”’ said Little Amby disgustedly. ‘‘Innocent! The administra tion of justice in this city is getting to be a joke—letting criminals get away with the swag and lagging people who did nothing and who got nothing. A fine joke on the city bar.”’ “Well, Mr. Hinkle, I'd be glad to try and pay you something. Since I’m inno- cent, it’s no trouble ta defend me.’ “My boy,” said Little Amby, “you will probably bring about twenty years. If you're innocent the distri: h your story already in his opening, stealing your stuff, and when you get up and tell it all over again they'll fall asleep or get sore. You got to have an interesting novelty. The jury figures that everybody's lying, particularly you, and they give credit to the best story. That's human nature.” He was silent and gloomy for a space, and then he said, “ he look like?”’ “He wore thick glasses,”’ said George who was equipped with ordinar observation, ‘“‘and fawn-colored ““And betwixt and between? “He wore an overcoat.” “A man with fifty thousand dollars of new money,” said Little Amby with pa- tience bred of experience, changes his clothes Watkin?” “That I couldn't pretend to judge, Mr Hinkle.” attorney knows “t He'll tell it to the jury This Watkin— what did y powers of “generally How old was this “Color of eyes? Hair, if any Com- plexion? Build?” “*T couldn't see his eyes or account of the glasses. He had bushy black hair, I'm al most sure. And I think he was dar! complected, or that might have been be cause he wore a light beard. Or did he wear a beard? Now, I wouldn't be positive of that I didn’t re ally get a good 100K at him.” “But he had bushy black ha ** As to that, K I know he wore a black derby hat, Mr. Hinkle “There it is,”’ said Little Amby That’s the sort of incriminating statement you'd I'd have to thin make if I put you on the stand cold and said, ‘Now, Mr. Van Teel, tell this jury i your own words just what happened!’”’ They sat silent, each immersed in his ow brand of gloom, unti! the tur? n Audubon Avenue and slowed to a stop be fore the Van Teel abode Little Amby strolled into the main hall with his hands behind his back, looking around as if he contemplated buying the house. He wished to see how Ge rege lived He wis! Continued on Page 150

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| aloud whisper, EVENING POST Continued from Page 147) if he was spending much money. He had seen many people get rich quick, but he had never seen anyone value easy money as if it had been the hard-won accretion of in- dustry. Mrs. Van Teel was not at home, but at her mother’s. Little Amby lounged through the tiny rooms, shrugged his shoulders, and returned to George in the parlor. This was a room of depressing gayety, with white- painted woodwork, crimson wall paper, and a large wall mirror framed in red-varnished wood; the mirror made the room seem larger, making matters worse. George sat on the hard little green couch and stared at the parquet floor. He was beaten. He had not the spirit to play the host or to tell his uninvited guest to go home. There was a step in the little private hall. “Ts that you, Tug?” called Little Amby. “Stay with the car. I’m coming.” A youngish man, with puffy face, light blue eyes and unkempt yellow hair ap- peared in the doorway. He leaned against the door jamb, tipped his derby hat forward and aside, and smiled. While he smiled he chewed, probably gum or tobacco. ‘‘ Which of you gents is Van Teel?” he asked, not doubting his welcome. “My name is Van Teel,” said George. The newcomer struck a finger against the rim of his derby in acknowledgment, and said, ‘‘Who’s your pal?” “Who are you?” snapped Little Amby. “We're coming to that, bug. Listen, Van, I got one for your private ear; so who is the little guy?” “My lawyer,” said George incuriously. “Then he’s right.””. The puffy-faced man looked around him elaborately and said in “‘Where’s Rammy?” Then | he winked violently, as though an insect had flown into his affected eye. “Rammy?”’ “Yeah. Ramspercker.” “‘Did you say Ramspercker? You don’t mean the man who was drowned?” ““No-o, I don’t mean nobody was drownded,” said the man with a complain- ing note in his hoarse voice. ‘‘ Don’t baby me, Van. Know who I am, don’t you?” “No. Who are you?” “T’m Joe Hagameier—call me Hagey. I got that house over there on Ninety-sixth Street, where Ramspercker used to live.” “‘Janitor?’’ asked Little Amby, showing interest. ‘Superintendent, bug,’’ said Joe Haga- meier. ‘“‘Now you got me—where’s my lit- tle pal Ramspercker?”’ “But surely you know the drowned.” “Don’t baby me, I tell you—don’t baby me,’ said Joe Hagameier, seizing his derby hat with both hands and pulling it hard down on his head. ‘I’m aright guy; I’ve stepped out in my time. And I’m not going to tell you that I got a date to talk to a po- liceman, because I ain’t a rat. What's for me, I get, see?”’ **Sit down and talk to us, Amby. “T’m not sitting down,” meier, suddenly sullen and suspicious. don’t think you’re right.” ““You sit down or I'll hand you over to the police,” said Little Amby authorita- tively. ‘‘ You have to explain yourself, and quickly.” “Is that so,” said Joe Hagameier; once there was a pistol in his hand. Little Amby’s hands shot up above his head. “That’s quite all right, Joe,”’ he said in a high and throaty voice. ‘Merely a friendly suggestion in your own interest. Keep that gun down, will you?” “There’s the guy I ought to plug, and I will if I get the chair for it,” said Joe Haga- meier, becoming enraged. He swung the gun toward George Van Teel, and tried to whip himself up to murder. ‘You don’t know where Ramspercker is, hey? I don’t cut in on this, do I? If i let out a peep, you'll call the police, hey?”’ “You think he knows something about this case?’’ asked George. man was ’ invited Little said Joe Haga- "A and at

April 30,1927 “Yes, mumbled he’s some but don’t rile him,” Little Amby. ‘‘Can’t you see sort of nut? He’ll shoot.” “Let him shoot,” said George, standing up. With pale face but shining eyes he walked straight toward the menacing pistol. “Go on and shoot,”’ he said tauntingly. Joe Hagameier’s face underwent aspasm; his hand obviously tightened on the pistol. And then, when George’s breast was almost at the wavering muzzle, the resolution of the would-be killer crumbled. He per- mitted George to take the pistol. “T was only babying you, bug,” he whined. “I wouldn’t shoot, honest.” Of the two men so unexpectedly put in terror of their lives, Little Amby recovered assurance more quickly. George sat down on the couch with abruptness; Little Amby plucked the pistol from his relaxed hands and stood up, repudiating with a snort of indignation his attitude of abject surrender. “Why, you poor apology for a gun- man,” he said, in his best court voice, fill- ing and echoing, ‘‘did you imagine for an instant that your bluff was imposing on us? Sit down there before I run this down your throat.” He stalked up and down the little room, daring the submissive janitor to look him in the eye, filling himself out in his own esteem and in that of the onlookers, convincing them against the testimony of their senses that he had mastered the situation single- handed, or that, at very least, he had been just about to take charge and to run things when he was forestalled. “Call my man Gaffney up here, Teel,” he ordered. ‘‘ Never mind this fel- low. I can manage him and a dozen more like him. He l explain himself now, or ac- count to me!” Van Iv OT here no more,” said the ashes on his head. He from the dark cellar of the tenement on Great Jones Street when Little Amby had pressed the janitor’s “You mean Doctor Salem, the dentist? Not here no more.”’ “*When did he leave?” “Quite a while ago. I don’t remember just when.” “Where did he go?” “He didn’t leave no address with me.”’ He elaborated this by saying, ‘‘I guess he was willing to start life anew. He owed everybody. He owed us—rent.”’ “He was here in the beginning of the month,” said Little Amby. ‘“‘ He identified a body found in the river.”’ “Tf it’s about wanting work done,”’ said the ashy man, dispensing a card from a sheaf, ‘“‘here’s a doctor over on Mulberry Street is taking care of the business. If it’s about the rooms, you coulc 1 see Mr. Mertz on Madison Street. If it’s about anything man with had come up bell. else, I don’t know nothing.” “*Mertz—Hyman Mertz, the lawyer?” “He’s a lawyer.” Little Amby walked down the dingy steps into Great Jones Street. A mail car- rier passed him, entered the tenement vestibule, and put letters into boxes. ‘‘Is Doctor Salem still getting his mail here?’”’ asked Little Amby. “It’s being taken from the box,” said the mail carrier. ‘‘We have no other address.” A day or two later Little Amby lunched in Saazar’s Restaurant on Oliver Street. Saazar’s hors d’ceuvres were justly famed. A large pickle factory in the neighborhood spiced the air, making people think hun- grily of edibles that would otherwise have occasioned them doubt, if not dread. Little Amby had the ample table-d’héte with embellishments, had a thimbleful of old brandy, and lit a Havana; he liked his meals. The cigar counter by the door cut off a corner of the restaurant; between it and the front window was room for but one table. This table was set in the space that would have been used for displaying goods to the public gaze, if the store had been de- voted to retail merchandising; the solitary Continued on Page 152

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When he chewed they looked into his eyes. These eyes were large and brown and dull; they looked at the children with an indifference that was majestic and Orien- tal. The diner, a heavy and stolid gentle- man, was tenement born and bred, and didn’t mind people about him at any time any more than he minded flies. Several times during his meal the brown eyes had rolled slowly toward Little Amby’s table, but had not registered recognition or interest. “Hello, Hymie,” said Little Amby, stand- ing at the cigar counter. “‘Hello,”’ responded the diner in a deep but unmusical bass. Little Amby walked behind the cigar counter and sat at the table. ‘“Hymie, I understand Otho L. Ramspercker was a client of yours. Who was he?” Hymie chewed tranquilly. When he was quite ready, he said, ‘‘ He was a man I lent fifty thousand dollars. Why do you ask?” “I’m defending young Van Teel, who is accused of laying down that rubber check.” “Here is the situation,” said Hymie, put- ting out a fleshy palm and turning on Little Amby his dull and untroubled gaze. “I lent fifty thousand dollars to this Rams- percker, and took a confession of judgment for my money. I put the judgment on record on February eighth last, and didn’t hear from Ramspercker, and the next thing is, he is found in the river. Well, he owed me fifty thousand dollars and I wanted my money, which he had deposited up in the | Sandy Hill Bank. So I got an adminis- trator appointed for him, to take over his bank account. He went up there and found the bank had paid fifty thousand dollars on a bad check. That’s their worry; it is up to the bank to hand fifty thousand dollars cash money over to Ramspercker’s admin- istrator, who will pay my judgment with it. This they have agreed to do.” He ate. ““No question about the identification of the body?” ““What’s the difference? I mean as far as | my judgment is concerned.” “The identification was made by a den- tist, I hear. What was his name?” “It slipped out of my mind,” said Hymie. ‘Look it up.” “Where was his office?”’ “That I cannot say,” said Hymie, taking out his cigar case. He rolled his body com- fortably in his chair. “Listen, Amby. This Ramspercker was | a lodge brother of mine that I knew was on the square, and when he wanted to borrow fifty thousand dollars I let him have it. He wasn’t going to spend it; he had the chance to grab the New York agency for a certain automobile, if he could prove himself finan- cially; so I let him have the fifty thousand, and we let it lay in the bank while he was dealing; and when the deal slipped off I wanted my money back. I was holding a confession of judgment to protect myself, so I could slap it on record and grab the account in a half hour, see? And listen to me: The Sandy Hill Bank knew about that judgment before I recorded it, and when they paid on that bad check they thought they were playing ball with Ramspercker. | He had promised them big business.”’ Hymie sat back and drew down the cor- ners of his mouth and nodded his head. “The identification,’’ he resumed, | ‘makes no difference to me, or to you, but | it was most positive. I didn’t view the body myself because I’m funny that way. But | it wasn’t the dentist alone. Two men | turned up who saw Ramspercker fall off the Ninety-sixth Street dock in the beginning Why didn’t they re- port something about it? Now, there’s a funny thing. Look their testimony up; I forget their names and addresses, if they Jiprii SO, 1927 had any, but one was named Fred and the other was Eddie. ““They were on the dock toward dark, and saw Ramspercker there with a strange man. They heard a cry, and missed Rams- percker, and saw the stranger running —for a rope, they supposed. A sharpie was there—a rowboat—they unfastened it, jumped in, and were floating down with the tide when they saw they had no oars. They got ashore below Seventy-second Street, and did not go uptown again right away. Not until they read about the body being identified did it occur to them that the accident had never been reported; then they knew that the fellow they saw running was probably a dip who had taken Rams- percker’s gold front and given him a push in the river.” “Very good, Hymie. Ramspercker?”’ “‘Let him rest,’’ said Hymie solemnly. “And let you rest, too, behind that judg- ment.” “It’s good,” said Hymie comfortably. Little Amby went from Saazar’s Restau- rant to his law offices on Centre Street opposite the 's‘ombs. Sol Cohen, Little Amby’s managing clerk, entered the private room and said, “‘ About this Ramspercker. We don’t seem to locate anybody who might be our party.” “Did you run the old city directories?’’ asked Little Amby. “Never mind the details,”’ said Cohen. “You wanted a report at this time and you're getting it. We can’t find him, so far.” “Have I got to do this myself?” grum- bled his employer. “‘Nobody’s making you. Go to it, if you think you’re so clever.” “‘T have ten dollars that says I can get the information in five minutes,’’ said Little Amby. “T’ll cover that,” said Cohen aggres- sively, pulling out a loose roll of bills. ‘‘It’s exactly half-past one—they’re off!” Little Amby grinned at him and picked up the telephone. He asked for a number. “That’s Hymie Mertz’s office!” ex- claimed Cohen. “Hello,” said Little Amby sweetly “The office of Hyman Mertz? This is the Federal Title Company. We're examining title to property on First Avenue which be- longed to Otho L. Ramspercker in 1902. Our search returns a judgment against a man of that name in 1901, and that judg- ment affects the title if the judgment debtor is our party.” “Yes,” said the voice on the “Well?” “Our party,” said Little Amby, looking at Cohen with enjoyment, ‘“‘seems to be a client of your office. The deed into him, and the deed out of him, were recorded at the request of Hyman Mertz of Madison Street.” “Well?” said the voice. “Want to call the bet off?”’ offered Cohen in a hissing whisper. Little Amby shook his head and said into the instrument, ‘‘The judgment of 1901 is against a paper-box maker about sixty years old, living on Ocean Parkway in Brooklyn and working for Pschurr & Fagan, and was for goods sold and delivered—a tandem bicycle.” “Not the same party,” said the voice. “Who is your party?” Little Amby held his breath. Cohen groaned. “Who is this? You say we recorded deeds?”’ “Federal ‘Title. Yes.” “Hold the wire. By the way, our man is dead.” “That’s no difference. property once.” Another voice spoke, asking, ‘‘Who’s calling?”’ “Mr. Bissett of the Federal Title Com- pany,” said Little Amby; and knowing well that his friend Hymie had not yet re- turned from Saazar’s, he said, ‘‘Is this Mr. Mertz on the wire? Hello, Mr. Mertz, you remember me from being in (Continued on Page 154 And who is this wire. He owned this

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Lazy, happy hours on a sunny and picturesque beach. Your Finest Vacation In This Summer Wonderland Come to Southern California this Summer. Low round trip railroad rates and living costs place this wonder-trip within the reach of all this year. EEING South- ern California is like seeing many parts of Europe. It brings the change that Europe does, the enchantment of a different “at- Bureau in Los Angeles) read thus: 50 Junes, 66 degrees; 50 Julys, 70; s0 Augusts, 71; § Septembers, 69 Yes, warmer days occasionally occur Here the thermometer may go to &s5, and Dp aim trees and mosphere —new experiences unique thrills, strange sights. Thousands of people come here every summer to enjoy it, and to add to their good store of knowledge. Lofty mountains, verdant valleys, rocky canyons, high vantage points from which you see into a distance of a hundred miles or more; orange like Sahara; tennis courts; grounds; groves and cact Is; a desert rare golf courses and fine hiking trails and camping great beaches by the sea; lakes in the s ure here, connected by s000 s of perfectly paved motor roads, to harm erest and to amaze you every Sport-land, travel-land, or rest-land I e seeking, it is furnished at eat playground iverage [ record of the [ ean temperatures S. Weather snow-capped mountains add their touch of scenic beauty. you are very because you do not feel the heat! It is to regularly low humidity (dry air), which is another Southern California feature CUrIOUS ue And rain will not spoil your plans for daily fun. Cool—yet rainless! You have wished, for years, to see and know this great, strange country of oranges and palms, Old Spanish Missions and glorious sunsets Decide now that you will visit it—this summer. It is the fascinating, new gateway to Hawaii and the Orient. Come by rail or ocean liner to Los Angeles, visit San Diego and return home by way of Santa Barbara, San Francisco, Oakland, Port- land, Seattle, Tacoma and Spokane. See the Great Pacific Coast in one memorable trip Ask railroad ticket agents about the low round trip fares from May 15th until October 31st We have prepared for you a vacation book par excellence which we will send you, free 52 pages, illustrated, tell you all about it Mail coupon and get your copy now Southern California All-Year Vacation Land Supreme THE SATURDAY EVENING POST (Continued from Page 152) here. Listen, Mertz, we must know right away ——” “This is not Mr. Mertz. Hold the wire.” But it was the same voice that spoke again, saying, ‘““Our Ramspercker was an actor. Always was. This is the Federal Title, is it? Hello, hello hold the wire. Here’s Mr. Mertz himself coming in!’’ It need hardly be explained that this flood of talk about the Federal Title Com- pany and a judgment of 1901 against a man named Ramspercker was ali pure inven- tion, was just so much patter poured into the ears of Hymie’s minor clerks in the hope of snapping a wanted bit of information out of them. And the information had come. Little Amby hung up. “‘He’s an actor. Better luck next time, Cohen.” Vv ITTLE AMBY had occasion to go to Washington on business. He took the opportunity to stop off in Baltimore and in- terview a dental surgeon who had just added an enormous gold molar to the ad- vertising emblems that beautified Charles Street. “Doctor Salem,” said Little Amby, “‘when you were practicing on Great Jones Street in New York, you did dental work for one Otho L. Ramspercker, did you not?”’ “*T don’t recall the name,”’ said the den- tist, caressing his pointed beard and scru- tinizing his inquisitor. “‘T was told in New York that on March twelfth you identified Ramspercker’s body, then in the morgue, by your dental work.” “Absolutely not,” said the dentist. ‘I was not in New York on March twelfth. I never identified any body at any time any- where. But what’s the point? Why do you ask?” “I’m an attorney in the estate.”’ The dentist looked at the card that Lit- a client is interested | tle Amby had given him and said, “Mr. Hinkle, is there a dental laboratory in your 99 building? “You mean the Hesperus Labora- | tories?’’ “That was the name,” said Doctor Salem. “A few days ago I had a letter | from those people, offering to send me a gross of Hesperus Tooth Lotion for free dis- tribution, if I would let them put my name April 30,1927 and professional address on the containers. I wrote them at once.” “They failed in business, doctor.” ““A very sudden failure,”’ said the den- tist, beginning to look unpleasant. He closed his fists and frowned down at Little Amby. “If I thought for one minute that somebody wrote me that letter just to find out where I had moved, I’d punch him.” “And serve the scoundrel right,’’ agreed Little Amby, heading out. In the middle of April, George Van Teel came by appointment to the little house on Centre Street. Little Amby came from his private room, shouldering into a new spring overcoat. He said to Cohen, “‘Going up to Fourteenth Street.” “I’m taking you to a show this after- noon,”’ he said to George Van Teel. ‘I think it will brighten you up. We'll jump in the subway and save time and money.”’ They rode up to Fourteenth Street and walked east to Irving Place. In the lobby of the Academia Theater they found Joe Hagameier, the superintendent of West Ninety-sixth Street. He was examining critically the displayed portraits of Suzette, Princess of Egypt; the princess was billed for a dance. The princess was going to close the show, sending the audience home enthusiastic When the three men entered the dingy old theater, one that had seen better days and better shows, the audience was being kept patient by a performer who was billed as Procian. This man was presenting a play- let that was an adaptation, not to say an improvement, of a story of De Maupassant. Unless Procian was cheating the public, he played all eight characters himself alone the mayor, the postman, the magistrate, the girl of twelve, the old peasant mother and three suspects. ‘*What do you think of it?”’ asked Little Amby, who had been watching his guests. “TI don’t get the idea,”’ said Van Teel. “Does the princess come next?”’ asked Joe Hagameier. Little Amby excused himself and went to a telephone in the foyer. He called the office of Hyman Mertz. Getting the attorney on the wire, he said, “Is this Lawyer Mertz? I am talking from the Academia Theater on Fourteenth Street. Something terrible has happened, but don’t be frightened. There is still hope Continued on Page 156 we Willie: ‘‘Why Don’t You Use the Banister, Dad? It's Smoother’

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(J For trade information, check here, at- tach to your letter or billhead and mail. Name Street City THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Continued from Page 154) for him. He wants his cousin—are you his cousin?”’ ‘“Whose cousin?” said the grating and | leisurely voice of the attorney. Then it | quickened in saying, ‘The Academia? What’s happened? Is he hurt? Hello there!” “‘ Are you his cousin?” “You mean Procian? Yes, I’m his cousin. You mean Procian? Here, who is this? Who’s talking?” “Ambrose Hinkle,” said Little Amby. “‘Come on up, Hymie, and join the party. I’m going back with young Van Teel now to meet your cousin. Well, isn’t that terrible enough?” He returned to his seat, picked up his guests, and went with them behind the scenes. Little Amby, who had evidently made smooth his path beforehand, led them swiftly to Procian’s dressing room. Therein sat a man in his athletic underwear. He was not yet middle-aged, but was already very bald; his hair of golden red stopped no more than an inch above his ears. His face and neck were glowing, having just been washed; they lost luster when his green-gray eyes encountered his visitors. “Hello, Rammy,” bawled Joe Haga- | meier, hurrying to lay cordial hands on him. “This here is my pal, couns’lor. Yes, sir, he was supposed to be drownded, and one night I hear somebody moving around in his flat, and I went up and looked in to take care of the belongings of my pal here. Well, the Ramspercker I know has whiskers and wears lookers, and all this and that, so when I see this one so different, I think he is a bandit; and I am going to call a cop when he tells me it is Ramspercker and he is wanted and got to lay low for a while, and he will fix me up with a nice piece of change. Well, I never turned nobody up yet, counselor, but when he didn’t come through, and I read this and that in the papers ——”’ “Exactly,” interrupted Little Amby. “This is the man you surprised in the flat that night, and you knew him as Otho L. Ramspercker.” “I won’t be sure,”’ said George Van Teel, staring at the actor, ‘‘but I think that’s the man who called himself Watkin.” “If we’re down to guessing,”’ said Little Amby, “I’m open to a small bet that he | answered for a few minutes in his time to the name of Doctor Salem.” | When you have sufficiently satisfied your vulgar curiosity,” said the actor, | “maybe you'll take yourselves to the devil out of here.” “Tf you prefer the company of an officer, my boy,” said Little Amby, sitting down, “‘just say the word. Besides, we’re here on an appointment with your cousin Hymie Mertz.” They waited. In afew minutes Counselor Hyman Mertz appeared in the doorway, surveyed the company jointly and severally | with heavy-lidded brown eyes and crossed the room to the dressing table. He sat down, pulled up his trousers legs, yawned, and said, ‘‘ Well?” “‘Hymie,”’ whispered the actor. “Close up,”” said Hymie, sitting before him like a turret. “T’ll state our case,” said Little Amby, after offering the contents of his gold ciga- rette case to his brother attorney. ‘I'll tell you what we're prepared to prove. If you think we haven’t got the evidence, go to the bat with us. “This gentleman whose stage name is Procian is your cousin; his real name is less euphonious and suggestive, and he has therefore shielded it from the public it is Otho L. Ramspercker. Quite as you have stated, he borrowed fifty thousand | dollars from you, put it into the Sandy Hill Bank, and gave you a confession of judg- ment. Then he stepped out of the picture. “In March he reappeared as John R. Watkin, and looked around for a reputable | business man to put down a bad check for him. He hired this young man here. He | used his own bank account as the object | of his scheme, because he could surround April 30,1927 the forged check with convincing circum- stances, and because, if there was a slip-up he could acknowledge that the check was good and halt prosecution. It would look as if he were merely trying to save himself from this cruel creditor who was pursuing him; and juries often have a soft place in their hearts for business fraud. “But the bank accepted the check and paid on it. The check had to be proved bad now. So Ramspercker’s death was dis- covered. A gentleman calling himself Doc- tor Salem appeared at the morgue and picked out the most unlikely cadaver, and identified it incontrovertibly as that of the lamented Ramspercker. The trouble with this is that the real Doctor Salem, who was formerly a tenant of Mr. Mertz and who is now practicing in Baltimore ——”’ “Baltimore?”’ said Hymie interestedly “But, Amby, you got a wonderful imagina- tion.” “Don’t let me bore you, Hymie,”’ said Little Amby. ‘‘I’ll come down to brass tacks and stop theorizing. I want your gifted cousin to do his impersonations over again for the last and farewell performance. I want him to deliver to the Sandy Hill Bank fifty thousand dollars—anonymously, or with a statement that it is conscience money. That cleans his skirts as Watkin Then I want him to reassume the character of Otho L. Ramspercker, go to the Sandy Hill Bank, and draw out his money—if he’s accused of being dead, he can point out the obvious mistake. I dare say he planned to return to this life after the bank had paid you. He can then pay his share of the money to Hyman Mertz to satisfy th: judgment or can give it to charity, for all we care.” “His share!” echoed Hymie. “We got partners in the money now, is it?” “Before he can step out of character as Watkin, he is going to pay Mr. Van Tee! here his salary of one hundred and forty dollars per week from March tenth, and two weeks more in lieu of notice. Before he drops out of sight as Ramspercker, he i going to give Joe Hagameier what can fairly be considered a nice piece of change.”’ “But, Amby,” pleaded Hymie _ironi cally, “don’t you take a little something yourself?” “Nothing at all,”’ said the notorious little shyster, looking quite noble. “Nothing,” grated Hymie, with a sud- den flash in the eyes, ‘‘except a chance to shoot up to the New Amsterdam Surety and the Sandy Hill Bank, and bargain to get them their money back, hey?” **Seven hundred,” said George Van Teel, licking the side of his thumb, “seven hun- dred and twenty—forty—sixty—and _ be- sides, Martha, I get a letter retracting all charges and begging my pardon, and it is going to be published in the paper that I had nothing to do with the matter, and it is all a sad mistake! Was that seven- sixty? Seven hundred and eighty—eight hundred. Eight hundred and rr “Are you going back to Finck & Wood- man’s?’ demanded Martha, becoming less loving, even harsh. “‘T’m considering it seriously.” “Why, you idiot, you should give thanks on your knees for the chance! I declare, George Van Teel, you put me out of ail patience. After the terrible time we've been through, on account of these men who fish for people and try to get them in trouble, are you going back again to trying to get twice as much money as you can earn?” “‘Gosh, Martha, I think you're right,”’ he said, as if suddenly enlightened. ‘I’! just forget about the big salary and follow the solid advantage. Where's that evening paper I brought home? I saw a wonderful chance under Business Opportunities. A man able to invest his time and a thousand dollars in cash would receive profits of up- ward of two hundred per week from a mar- velous invention. It may be all bunk, but it merits investigation. Where’s_ that paper? Here, Martha, where are you going with that money?”

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Also the Celebrated L@#H Electrics Ranges and Appliances DEALERS NOTE The best jobbers are pre supply ped t Ker il stoves equipped with gas Burners | they call rotarian rights. | the Sound than I am, but he owns a right | of way to the shore that gives the whole | subdivision a private beach. ner. | some fifteen or twenty people, most of | them, I finds out later, neighbors who’d | just dropped in. | girls in the crowd and I notices them giving EVENING POST April 30,1927 THE LOVE LOT Continued from Page 21) Lawnview is a hilly, wooded tract a few hundred feet off the main road. Though it’s not on the water, there’s a beautiful view all the way across the Sound to West- chester, which explains the “view.” The “Jawn”’ you provide. We wander about among the birches and the oaks until we come to a particularly spiffy spot sloping gently toward the beach. “Tt seems a shame,” I remarks, ‘‘to rip all this up to make room for stacks of stucco, clotheslines and garbage cans.” “The houses,’’ comes back the young real-estater, ‘‘don’t all have to be built of stucco. I guess,’’ he goes on, looking at the map he’d fetched from the car, ‘‘this must | be the overnight entry on the blue print. | See | Allen’s subdivision.” the wedge-shaped piece cutting into “How much land has he?”’ I asks. ‘* Almost a hundred acres,”’ answers Ban- nister. ‘‘He bought about the same time I | did, but he had to pay nearly twice as much for his stuff, from what I hear.” “Didn’t I tell you,’ I exclaims, ‘that you had a baby doll of a buy here?” «‘‘I’d rather,” says Rufe, ‘“‘have Allen’s | property at his price than my property at | mine.” “Why?” I wants to know. ‘They look | to me like cuts from the same bolt of cloth.”’ ‘Allen,’ explains Bannister, ‘“‘has what He’s no nearer Believe me, girl, that’s a great talking point on Long | Island.” ““Maybe,” I suggests, “‘you can fix it with him to let your folks use the right of way and the beach.” “Sure,” grunts Rufe; ‘‘and I can also fix it so he’ll let me have the use of his right eye.” “Well,” I shrugs, “everybody doesn’t swim, and I like Lawnview better than the other place. I’d love to have a home in a spot like “‘How,” cuts in Bannister, “‘would you like to live here after we’re married?” “It would be wonderful,” I smiles, ‘‘to live here.”’ “Know what I’m going to do?”’ bursts out Rufe. “I’m going to give you this plot | and we'll have it when we get ready to build.” “‘A well-brought-up girl,” I returns | stiffly, “‘doesn’t accept unimproved real estate from strange gentlemen.” “‘Come on,”’ urges Bannister, “‘take it. The piece is just a find—it didn’t cost me anything. You like it, and I want you to have it.”’ “It’s time we were going,” says I, look- ing at my wrist. ‘‘ We'll talk about the plot later.”’ “T won't “until Ps “Oh, very well,” I shrugs carelessly, “*T’ll take it. Wrap it up—and let’s hurry.” ““Sold!”’ shouts Bannister, writing the word across the wedge on the blue print. leave,’ declares Rufe, | But you’ve got to put up something to seal the bargain.”’ So I puts them up. It’s getting much too late to argue. Besides, the birds are singing, the woods are sweet and ‘* All you need to clean up with sales like this,” I remarks, releasing myself, volume.” ‘*T’ll never get such a price again,”’ grins Rufe. ‘‘Have some more lots?” We reaches the Masons’ just before din- On the lawn and in the house are ‘tig There are several pretty Bannister the O. K. eye. ‘“*He’s handsome,” says Mrs. Mason to me. ‘“You’d never imagine he was er Y a prize fighter,’’ I finishes. ‘No, you wouldn't. Nearly a hundred mills and not a mark on him. You knew he’d retired, didn’t you?” ““Yes,”’ she returns. fond of you, dear.”’ “Why?” Ilaughs. “‘ Does it show on me?”’ ‘A man,” says the boss’ wife, ‘must be very, very fond of a girl to climb down from the top of a spectacular career for her. Mr. Mason tells me he gave up the champion- ship and hundreds of thousands of dollars for you.”’ “‘He’ll find,” I tells her, ‘that he did it for himself. My father was on top of the same ladder once. He wouldn’t climb down graceful, so they tripped him up and pitched him down. I spent my childhood watching him hunt for the pieces. He died with most of them still missing.”’ Mrs. Mason nods sympathetically, and | walks away to change for dinner. On the steps I meets Rufe. “Who do you think I’ve been talking to?” he asks. “Bernard guesses. ** Allen,” he door.” ““What’d he have to say?” I inquires. “Not much,” replies Bannister. ‘At first he seemed a little sore about the dirty trick the blue-print people played him, gouging that rib out of his side; but when I told him I didn’t know a thing about it, and offered, as a joke, to trade him a couple of my choice inside lots for the use of his beach, he got over his grouch and started kidding. Appears to be a nice guy.” “T thought,” says I, “‘I told you this was a social gathering.”’ “Well,” growls Rufe, ‘‘what are you go- ing to do when a bird starts chirping real estate?”’ “Feint with the weather,”’ I suggests, “and cross with the latest scandal.” “‘What’s the latest scandal?”’’ he asks “The one you'll get into with me,” I re- torts, “‘if you talk any more real estate or fight around here. Go on and lay yourself out in your dinner disguise.”’ For a table mate Bannister draws a lispy, saucer-eyed blonde who ‘“‘anthers”’ to the name of Ethel McDermott, while I catches Mason on one side and Allen on the other. The real-estater is a slim, shrewd-lipped lad, with just enough cocktail in him to make him talk a whole lot anc nothing whatever. “Look out for Ethel,’ **She’s deadly “‘He must be very Shaw’s grandfather,”’ answers. ‘“‘He lives next 1 say chaffs the boss in a whisper. She grabs off men between the soup and the entré« “All right by me,” says I. ‘‘A boy that can’t hold his own through a fish course is not the boy for me.” Rufe, however, is not so wrapped up in the Babbling Bess that he doesn’t shoot a glance at me every time a dish comes in with another piece of silver to be voted on. Not being so sure myself, I takes my cue from the hostess, which makes a sort of triple play, or rather delayed pass, of the cutlery— Mrs. Mason, to me, to Bannister. tufe finishes up pretty good, though, being only one knife ahead of the game and only one dessert fork shy at finger-bow] time. I come out just even on the evening. After dinner I’m pulled into a bridge game with three dames that don’t know how to play either, and it’s nearly an hour before I’m cut out and gets a chance to see Rufe again. I finds him in the living room surrounded by girls, with Ethel by his side, gripping his arm tight and looking melting into his eyes. Half hidden by a portiére, I collects an earful of Bannister’s blah. so I crosses with my right,’’ reels off Rufe, ‘‘and smacks him against the ropes. When he bounces off I’m set with a haymaker that catches him on the point and almost lifts him out of his dog blankets.” “How cute!”’ breathes the blonde. “After that,’”’ goes on Bannister, ‘‘Slag didn’t know whether he was in a ring or out (Continued on Page 161)

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(Continued from Page 158 in Kansas shooting flying fish. I hit him with everything but the referee’s watch and chain.” “‘Adorable!”” murmurs one of the other fillies. “Then,” continues Rufe, “‘came the curtain. A one-two, left over the heart and right to the jaw, and Slag “ Bannister looks up and catches sight of me. I turns and walks away. A few minutes later Rufe hunts me up. “You're all wrong,” he blurts out. “Yes?” I freezes. “You told me,”’ goes on Bannister, “‘that these folks wouldn’t care to hear about fights. They’ve been pestering me about them ever since I been here, especially the frills!”’ “‘Somebody had to provide them with cabaret,” says I coldly. ‘‘If there’d been 2 monkey in the house they’d have expected him to do tricks too. You came as a guest and hire yourself out as a clown.” “Put your chains on,” growls Rufe. “*You’re skidding. These people are really interested in boxing. Why, Ethel even saw the go between me and Bing-Bang Bolaski for the milk fund!” “Ethel?” I eyebrows icily. “The blonde,” explains Bannister, ‘‘that sat next to me at dinner. Cute kid, isn’t she?” “Very,” I refrigerates. ‘‘Why don’t you give her a couple of lots?” “Aw, Glove!’”’ mutters Rufe, reproachful. “T have no doubt,”’ I continues, ‘‘she’d pay for them at your usual rates.” “T don’t get you,” puzzles Bannister. “‘Didn’t you tell me to sell myself to - = “Yes,”’ I cuts in, ‘“‘but not down the river to the first peroxide that lisped at you, ‘Itsy girl afraid of big strong mans.’”’ Just then I’m called back into the bridge game, and when next I sees Bannister he’s out on the porch with Allen, talking con- fidential. I’m still angry when the cards are finished, and I goes to my room without even saying good night to the boy friend. I’m about to undress when there comes a banging on the door. “Tt’s me,” percolates the excited voice of Rufe. “I got something to tell you.” “Tell it to Ethel,” I snaps. “I’m going to bed.” ‘Please!’ begs Bannister. “It’s im- portant.’”’ I opens the door and steps out into the hallway. ‘‘ You were sure right!” exclaims Rufe. “What about, as if I back. “About big deals being pulled off at social affairs,” says Bannister. ‘I’ve sold Lawnview.”’ care?”’ I comes “Sold Lawnview?’’ I repeats. ‘To whom?” “Allen,” he answers; “and I make around five thousand dollars. Not bad for a month’s work.” “The whole tract?” I asks. “Every foot,”’ he gloats. “Including the plot you gave me?” I in- quires. “Oh, that’s all right,” shrugs Rufe. ‘‘I’ll get you another one twice as good.” “Good night, big mans,” lisps Ethel, passing through the hall. ‘‘Cute ’ittle dreams.” ““You’ll not get me another one,”’ I flares. “That lot’s mine and you can’t sell it to Allen or anybody else. Fights! Real- estate peddling! Fine house guest, you are!”’ ‘Listen, Glove,”’ pleads Bannister, “I’ve already agreed to the deal and we sign up in the morning. You see, it was like this: Allen really only wanted to buy the wedge to straighten out his own tract. There’d have been a thousand profit in that, but I told him I’d promised the piece to you. He spent an hour trying to get me to sell, any- how, but there was nothing doing. Then he made me an offer for the whole thing. I couldn’t pass that up, could I?” “You couldn’t,” says I, scornful. ‘For a thousand you’d keep your word to me; for five you’d break it. All right, Indian giver, take your plot back.” THE SATURDAY 1 “‘And the kiss you put up?” asks Rufe, struggling to be flippant. ‘“‘Want that re- turned?” “Give it to Ethel,”’ I comes back. mi HEN I gets up the next morning late there’s a note under the door. It’s from Rufe: Have gone to play golf with Mason. The deal with Allen is off. Sorry a!l over. I’d been feeling a little ashamed of my- self even before I got Bannister’s mes- sage—letting that wide-eyed blond baby get my goat! After all, the boy probably thought he was following my instructions in being pleasant to the folks around the house, and as for his brag fight talk, what man can’t be flattered into spraying him- self with adjectives? What makes me real sore, though, is that I'd let my anger crab a deal for Bannister, at a time when he needed a sale to buck up his morale. I’d almost forgotten about the plot I had taken jokingly from Rufe, and it’s a cinch I'd have made no issue of it in the hallway if that darn McDermott doll hadn’t come along and fanned a dying fire with that good night of hers. Altogether I feel like something the cat has dragged in when I goes down to breakfast. Only Mrs. Mason and some of the women are about. “The men have all gone to play golf,” says the hostess, ‘‘and we relicts are getting together a party to go bathing down on Allen’s beach. You'll join us, won’t you?”’ I’ve as much desire to go swimming as I have to do the black bottom on a red-hot stove, but week-end parties are tough enough on the hostess even when the guests are agreeable, so I goes along. There are two machine loads of us. ““Where’s Miss McDermott?” “On the links with the men?” “‘No,”’ returns Mrs. Mason. “She had to go back to the city this morning.” That’s a relief to me; not that I’m jealous of that lisping lizzie, but I’m sure sour on her for the fool things she’s made me do. That’s the way it is. We do something silly and then look outside of ourselves for somebody to hang the blame on. About a mile from the house is Lawn- view. Just beyond the line of Bannister’s tract is a large billboard reading: ALLEN DEVELOPMENT LAST OPPORTUNITY TO GET LAND ON THE NorTH SHORE WITH WATER RIGHTS AT REASONABLE PRICES I asks. At the sign the cars turn off the main highway into a rough path that leads straight to the Sound. There’s something familiar with the surroundings en route. A large birch, with a broken branch trailing the ground, strikes my eye particularly. “This Allen’s right of way?’’ I asks. ““Yes,”’ one of the women tells me. ‘‘It’s the only road to the beach.” “T see,”’ says I; but just what I see is nobody’s business just then. It’s enough, however, to make me absent-minded and give me a thrilly feeling the rest of the morning. None of the men is back at the house for luncheon, but about two o’clock Mason drifts in. I immediately takes him off to a corner. “Tell me,” says I, ‘“‘does Allen just hap- pen to be here, or is he around because Ban- nister is?” “‘He wanted to meet Bannister,” returns the boss promptly. ‘‘I happened to men- tion in his presence that Rufe would be here for the holidays and he thought it would bea good chance to get together with his new neighbor. I figured it might be well for the boy too.” “It might,” I nods. *‘ You don’t happen to have a map of Allen’s tract, do you?”’ “No,” returns Mason; ‘‘but I can send over and get one for you.” “Never mind,” says I. portant.” “It’s not im- EVENING POST “Come to think of it,’’ remembers the boss, “‘there’s a half-page ad in this morn ing’s paper that has some sort of diagram of the place. What's the idea, Glove?” “I don’t know whether it is one yet,” I returns, and departs for the library Sure enough, in the real-estate section of the Star is a map of the Allen development. Fifteen minutes later, when I steps out on the porch, I runs into the developer him- self, in person. “I’ve been looking for you,” or “Can I have a few words? says he. “Why not?” I shrugs, and sits down. So | does he. “ . ” . “ | Bannister,’’ begins Allen, “tells me you own that piece of land on my —er—between our properties.” “That’s correct,”’ I assures him. already made the first payment.” “I’m afraid, young lady,’’ smiles the real- estater, ‘that, at best, you’ve bought a lawsuit.” “T just love lawsuits,” I gushes. “*What,” asks Allen, “do you propose to do with the plot if it should ——” “Oh,” I cuts in, “some day I'll build me a bungalow or start a sable farm.” ‘Rather than go to the courts about it, goes on Allen, ‘‘I’m prepared to offer you three thousand dollars for your holding.” “Why,” I asks, “do you want the piece so badly? It’s just a clump of trees with a rutty road through it.” “T need it to straighten out my tract,” comes back the developer. ‘Straight lines,” says I, getting tired of the cat-and-mouse stuff, “‘are stylish this season, but I never saw such a glutton for them. A month ago you could have bought the whole of Lawnview for sixty-five thou- sand dollars; last night you were willing to pay seventy, just to straighten out a couple of hundred feet of your boundary. You must think you’re talking to children.” “What do you mean by that?” splutters Allen. ‘I mean,” I returns, “‘that the wedge I own cuts all the way across your beach right of way, and your water privileges are not worth one hoot as long as I hold it.” “They’re worth nothing to you or Ban- nister, either,’”’ snaps Allen, exposing his cards. “True,” I admits; “‘but we haven't been advertising and selling lots with a private beach; we didn’t pay the price for the land you did; we didn’t si “What makes you so sure,” cuts in Allen, “‘that your title’s any good?”’ “You,” I smiles. ‘‘ You’ve handled this whole affair with the delicacy of an phant climbing up a silk rope. you’re not the type that gives away thou- sands unless you know you have to.” “How much?” snarls Allen. “Not a cent,” says I. “You get back your right of way without paying a dime.” “Not a cent, huh?” he grunts. ‘ What do you want?” “Nothing,” wouldn’t grant a lady. using your beach.”’ “For yourself?’’ inquires Allen = couldn’t be that selfis} “sig I back; “for all of Lawnview, on the same terms as your folks.” ““What?”’ he gasps. nister’s junk as , “It sure would make it,” Through the window I Rufe striding across the lawn, and he sees me, but I’m not yet ready to call him into the proceedings. “You qualified to talk for Bannister? demands Allen ‘For both of you,” wedge holds the balance of power.” *“*T’ve ele- “ae Jesides, says I, “that a gentleman Just the privilege of comes “That'd make Ban- I interrupts catches sight of > says I, “‘since my ** All right,”’ snaps the real-estater, ‘‘it’s a deal. I deserve to get hooked for lettir a second-rate title hunter make out of me. the draw up an agreement tonight “What were you and Allen so clubby about?” grouches Rufe when i finds him in the library a sucke I'll go over to house and I’ll bring it around Continued on Page 163 Part ‘ eh . i HANSON BROS, SCALE CO -. 506 N. Ada St. - Chicago, lil uschold, Bathroom, \ wrser tal and Diet Seale IT’S NEW! This little machine AUTOMATIC ENVELOPE will address 125 ENVELOPES PER MINUTE! The greatest little tir nd money saver Out th 317 | ze YONI with FEED THREE 1 . NE THIRI THE PRICI rT ELLIOTT ADDRESSING MACHINE CO. 147 Albany St., Cambridge, Mass. I am a ‘Tork Coch | “I ‘nd a velar te | I Ci Booklet Free rORK COMPANY, 1 New York aa East 41 5 FORTUNES Are Being MadeIn COLD DRINKS 2 . ’ ' Ad rRIPLE “XXX"" COMPANY, Galveston, Texas

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(Continued from Page 161 “Oh,” says I, “‘we were just chatting He’s nice—-nicer than you.” “Yeh?” barks Bannister “Yeh,”’ I comes back. ‘‘ You only gave me a lot; he gave me a whole right of way.” And I tells him about the deal I had made with Allen. “But how did you find out about it?”’ puzzles Rufe. ‘I didn’t have the slightest idea 4 “I know you didn’t,” says I; did Allen when he felt you out yesterday afternoon. That’s why he tried to give you the rush act last night.”’ ‘Tell me,” urges Bannister, get wise?”’ ““T remembered a tree,” says I **A tree?” he frowns ““When I went to the beach this morn- ing,’’ I goes on, ‘‘I saw that tree on my plot, and on the far side of Allen’s right of way get that—the far side. I recalled it dis- tinctly—quite an event occurred beneath it—the sealing of our “T got you,” grins the boy friend. “It had a broken branch, didn’t it—that birch on our love lot?” “Tt did,” I answers. ‘‘With it as a starter,’’ I continues, ‘‘I figured back and worked out the whole thing—Allen’s wild desire to get that wedge, his playing up to “and so “how ‘d you fA] r ra — hi 2452 Z A i]. ‘ fs” oe OF arene ae ie ft val ; F as c Geography /~“ x Tie /~'¢ d Indiana Things You le / Never Heard ;j fe About fA in School x \ perry wont 7 Ce / } 2 NDIANA is the cultural state. It is the land of Riley, Abe Martin, Tarkington and Jack Keefe It is unique as the only Northern state which has had as many songs written about it as the states below the Mason and Dixon’s line. The songs sometimes mention sycamores ar the Wabash River. The Wabash is a very ordinary river, but it is best not to stress the point when talking to a Hoosier. Indiana long has been noted for its home folks’ atmosphere and as a place where one may idle and dream without incur t} ne constable, ring the suspicions of S me \\ > ae Ap 1? 4 you and all the rest. A look at your blu print and a map of | You get that all now, Subdivision and everything Was Jake don’t you?” “Yes,”’ bursts out Rufe in a sudder snarl, “I get it; and I get a lot more than that.”’ “What?” I exclaims “I get,”’ rages Bannister, ‘“‘that I’m a failure in business and everything els I’m going baek to the ring--I can stand on my own feet there.”’ ‘““What’s eating you now, big boy?” Lasks gently “Nothing,” shouts Rufe, I’m getting tired of having of messes. I’m not the kind of guy that can live off a woman’s brains. I'm not the kind of a guy “Look at me, Rufus A. Bannister!” I cuts in sharply “‘T’m sorry, Glove,”” he mumbles throug} “except that you get me out trembling lips—in fact he’s trembling all over—‘“‘but . ““Would it make any difference with the way you feel,” I asks softly, “ wife?” “Would it?” gasps Rufe. ‘‘We could work together then, and “You'll never fight again?” I interrupts from his shoulder. “T'll do nothing,’”’ promises the boy friend, ‘“‘that I can’t do with you.”’ if I was your ~ 5 port . cart “A ad &: Ri >} o & ‘¥ ie 8 a 1 * ee, r | ie ae / P Lt es ~ , ¥ ~ i | , ‘+ j Lr if ™~ “= & a CN / q+ ) L “ j 7? 4 r ~, ¥ ‘) s / Owe 4 Y i } ‘ Na . WASEs \ > rT A . Much of th ( piace Ww ¢ politicians go to eat papaws and talk things over with Tom Taggart The state is the home of the Old Swimmin’ Hole and Senator Jim Wat on It is a center for the anula ture of musical nstruments and phones. A saxophone is a cross etween a clarinet and a mother-ir iaw s It should be played oO | ng it in fla ise h ¢ ’ | t Indianapolis is the principal city the creat automohile tne great au I li It isthe home of races and a center of the automotive industry The state is rich in pioneer history and was the scene of the great battle which resulted in the Tippe anoe-and-Tyler-Too slogan in the following presidential election WILLIAM P. ROWLEY THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Keep Your Face Young ORRECT shaving soothes and protects the skin. Every shave is a correct shave with the Valet AutoStrop Razor. Its freshly-stropped, keen-edged blade leaves the skin smooth as velvet. Keeps the face young. Valet AutoStrop Razor is more than a safety razor—it is a safety razor and a stropper ingeniously combined. A complete shaving service. Nothing to take apart nothing to put together, except when you occasionally slip in a new blade. GUARANTEI AutoStrop Safety Razor Co., 656 First Ave., New York, N. ¥ ValetAutoStrop | \AZOr “The ROMAN” blades oO WwW Tl Sharpens its

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THE SATURDAY THE MAP OF THE WORLD Continued from Page 7 We knew very little about him, but every- thing that we did know was thrilling, es- pecially to the women. For one thing, of course, he was rich. His father had been as handsome and as able-bodied as poor Louis was ugly and crippled, and his mother had been beautiful; so it wasn’t unreasonable to suppose that Roy, at thirty-four, good looking. His career had all the mance; he had been educated in Europe, and during the first six months of the war so Louis had said, and it was true—he had been one of the English secret agents in Germany. He spoke the language per- fectly and he was, supposedly, a neutral. After a narrow into Holland, he took a commission with the British Army. That was under another name, for if he had been made prisoner and identified } would have been shot. He was seriously wounded and invalided out of the service; then, under the same name, he entered the French aviation pilot brought down six planes before he was cap- tured a piece of archie ruined his motor. He escaped from prison after three un- successful efforts and got into Switzerland. At about that time America entered the war and he was commissioned under his own name as a major in the A. F. F., detailed for G-3 duty at Chaumont. The correspondents got hold of his story and was essentials of ro- escape service as a and and made a whale of a yarn of it. After his release from the rambled over Asia, South America and Africa, hunting and exploring. What more could anyone ask of a romantic character? I'm sure that more than one fond mother of a marriageable daughter went to the oracle and asked, ‘ ‘How’ s chances?” There were some others who had the places in the seats of the anxious, and they were people to whom Louis Joralemon had loaned money upon unsecured notes. As old fellow was in any business deal, he helped dozens of people financially just because he had cor A tate in them « or affection for them. Frank Daveny, who service, he tight as the owned the Apollo Theater, was one of these. Just because both of them loved » loaned Daveny twenty-five install good music, he thousand to repair his theater and a pipe organ. In the Record office, poor old Murchin- was squirming the seat out of his trousers, and I was a little worried on my own hook. A irresistible toy for any who nothing about running one; the less they know, the irresistible it is. I remember one of ’s farm hands who went into town son newspaper 1s an person knows more my and gave a phrenologist one dollar to read his bumps. The phrenologist told him that among other professions at which he had a ability to shine was that of news uncle God-given paper man. I’ve always wondered if didn’t tell every man who came to him the same thing, on the general principle that it about himself and is the phre nologist every man believes willing to pay confirmed. a dollar to have his belief I can be bitter upon that sub ject, because I once worked on a paper that was run by a man whose papa had left it to him and who knew no more newspaper than a rabbit knows about platform bridge. At any rate, the only men on the weren't e the union boys downstairs The day that Roy Joralemon arrived, Mr. Covell had an important case on it court and couldn't go to the statior It wasn’t quite up to and so he sent his junior partner Billy came into the minutes after the train ved. ‘He's at the Andon. Didn't want to go out to the old man’s te it would be too much trouble.” Billy had ‘How'd he ‘Not SO servant. He about a Record who uneasy anvor e else to go, , Billy ¢ . ee Record office ‘lark. a few arrived asour grin on his face you?” ] Made me i tough-lookir asked. feel like a g map Oo! >a pug than anything strike good. s got Looks more like else Covell ‘ll be out of court about 3:30 probably, so you'd better go on up to the Andon if you want to get your story first. Look him over ana weep! That was cheery I went directly to the Andon and was told to go up to Joralemon’s suite on the third floor. He had telegraphed for rooms and so t} ey had set aside the best in the he naturally, a good share of the hotel. news. yuse > owned since | When I entered he was talking Italian to the hotel valet, who was unpacking his and said as luggage. He turned uy abruptly as a drill to be polite, “WW hat 1s it Billy Clark’s description of him wasn't far off. He did look like a pug, and a well- battered one at that I introduced myself and explained that I was city editor of the Record. “I thought I'd better see you, instead of sending one of the reporters, and get a story about your yn me ant who is trying serge vol ld ] 4 you would like arrival in Planet,”’ I explained. ‘I wanted to get acquainted, too, at the earliest pos- sible moment.” ‘I see.” Joralemon gazed at me with a chilly pair of blue-gray eyes and then twisted face into a one-side smile that 1 Was really It was a smile should: side mained flatly unmoy fact that there were mentals of downright handsomeness there, it wasn’t a pleasant face A scar rat down from his left temple well into his jaw; nd str ht, ar id the a souvenir of right shockir » that didn’t work out as it one smiled and the other re- ed And for all the some of the funda- to see, his upper lip was thin a lower that had tried to conceal a we beer the heavy But it one bulged, of his eyebrows flesh had cnuckles and connected: one ‘It where the metal s forehe scar from |} smashed between of hi was the i limey with a broken bottle, bone is temple to sailor had come into action I learned later—that = was responsible for the oddly sinister quality of his smile, for the healing of the wound had produced a sort of e-lifting effect that wouldn’t rank very high in plas- tic surge The cicatrix had draw until there wasn’t any mobility of expression left, which is quite likely to happen wher the only he: iling agent handy is salt water » smile disappeared as quickly t had come, Roy Joralemon lacked a few months of being thirty-five years old, but his age wouldn't have been easy to gue His black hair, which ran straight across his forehead except for a dow’'s Supple peak, was becoming gr muscles bulged tailored coat, and he ma! body with a grace that ave been forgivable naman "t ert | ht to move in any way ! I i d be damned to all who didn't e it When he spoke it was with an Eng accent Not the bah-bah-bah of woolly little lambs who come down from Oxford and Cambridge, but with a deliberation, a distinct broadening of a’s and a rising nflection in his sentences. It was the Eng l lish of awell bred Lor dot er; and he somet rapidly, earnestly, mes with a quicl gesture of his right h and ‘The or ly thing | know about Planet,” he said, “is that the approach through your lactor district is the most monstrous stretch of unrelieved iy ess | have ever sec I hope the rest of t \ t that ad I ed him that all Pl el W not quite so! deous as Mil de, t ough which the tracks rt at might mt be the most politic statement that you could make I uggested vil spe nee ou own so much of that district Dol? Extraordinary! 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Lather one side of your face with your Going even better now save yourself time ask your nearest druggist for 120 of these cool Ingram shaves. The jar only costs fifty cents. /ngrams Shaving Cream COOLS and SOOTHES as you shave Frederick F. Ingram Co.—Est. 1885 355 Tenth St., Detroit, Mich also Windsor, Canada THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ‘I don’t give a damn for the reform element! I merely abhor ugliness. Truth- fully. I would much rather that you put nothing at all in the paper-—-at most, an announcement that I have arrived.” “Of course, Mr. Joralemon, that's for you to say. I mean—you know, you own the Record.” ** How the devil should I know?” “T supposed that you did.” ‘‘1 know nothing about the estate. I was in the interior when the message came laid up with sleepingsickness and having a rather tough go of it.”” Probably my eyes brightened, because I scented a story. He hastened to add: ‘But say nothing of that. An announcement that I am here is quite all that is necessary.” It was, beyond mistaking, an order. I suggested that he let us run a picture of him-—a portrait. “Portrait!’’ He laughed for the first time, and his laugh was so genuine that it swept away the bad impression of his smile. ‘‘No, I’d rather that this face shouldn’t be published beyond my wearing it. You might print a map of the world instead and put my name under it.’’ His fingers touched his “Shanghai, Vladivostok, Quito. Nairobi’s down here.”’ His hand went to his chest and he laughed again. For the first time I felt as though I were not working, sand-hog fashion, under pres- sure. “By the by, have you a copy of this paper of mine?” I gave one to him. He spread it upon the table, fished into his waistcoat pocket, pulled out a monocle and screwed it into his eye. A monocle in Planet! “IT am very pleased,”’ he said at “that it is not a sensational paper. | shouldn't know quite what to do about it if it were sensational. In fact’’--the mon- ocle made his smile less of a grimace ‘‘] don’t know what to do about it as it i I know nothing about newspapers except that they print a jolly lot of rot.” The interview, such as it was, came to a close when Mr. Covell was announced, and I went up Samset Street to the Apollo Theater. The doorman that Francela Da- veny was inside and I found her in the dusk at the rear of the house inattentively watching the picture. Way down in front, in a faint aura of light, was her father, playing the organ that Louis Joralemor had financed. He played beautifully. “Hello,” said Fran. ‘‘ Well, how about “.999 It scars. last, said He’s gota Calls it his map of the world because it’s been bunged up everywhere from Hoboken to China. And he wears a monocie!”’ “‘Dad’s pretty worried. What do you think his attitude is going to be?” “Hanged if I know. Wish I did.” We walked out into the lobby and stood for a moment. Fran was a mighty pretty girl—the sort of prettiness that you don’t expect to find combined with capabil- ity and hard-headedness. Curly blond hair with a touch of red in it, blue eyes, a nose that was a bit retroussé and a mouth that became a crescent when she smiled. It was a thoroughly satisfactory smile and I'd seen her use it like a lasso when she wanted “Peculiar bird,’’ I told her. face to scare babies with. there to rope someone in. She had some pretty film salesmen, stage hands and such like people. Now and then a salesman, fresh from Fil-lum Row, would try making a pass at her, but he wouldn’t try it a second time. Fran had a wit that was corrosive and funny at the same time; she could make a jackass of a man and then send him away yearning for the better life. I can’t imagine what her father would have done without her, for he had all the tem- perament of genius, with a very small share of the ability which makes the temperament forgivable The Davenys had been washed up in Planet when Fran was eight years old. Her mother was in the cast of a musical comedy for which her father was musical director. hard cases to handle April 30,1927 Mrs. Daveny was taken ill with pneumonia and died. Frank, having let the company go on without him, just stuck in Planet be- cause he was too stunned to do anything else. Also, he was broke. He gota job play- ing the pianoin asmall movie house, chiefly because he could play and sing the illus- trated songs—do you remember them? at the same time. Later, although it didn’t seem quite moral, considering his past, he was made organist at St. Peter’s, where hi friendship with Louis Joralemon began It was due to Joralemon, of course, that he was able to take over the Apollo and make it a first-class movie house, and it was Fran- cela who kept him from funking. Fran and my wife became friends soon after we came to Planet. Dorothy was pretty lonely at first, because my work kept me on the jump twelve hours a day, and Fran had been lonely all her life. You car imagine that there wasn’t much of a place for young women of their kind in Planet They didn’t have any social position — so- ciety in Planet would have been snooty to Queen Victoria—and they didn’t have the money to keep up such a position if they had had it and wanted it In addition to the fact that them had a man under whom she keep a hot fire burning, they had deal in common each of had t a great 1] books, music and the all important fact that they could laugh at the same things. “Do you think he is going to be diffi- cult?’’ Fran asked perplexedly. “IT don’t know. Maybe the job of trying to make him do anythin he didn’t want to do ugliness. prettiness. Pewee I shouldn't like Sut he says he hate Conversely, I suppose he likes You might unlimber your nicest smile for him. I'll let you know if turnsup. Billy Clark’s going to give me the low-down just as rapidly as he I’ anything gets it and shoot it along to you.” [hat was typical of the way all of us felt about Roy Joralemon’s arrival I went down Samset Street to the office, to assure old Murchinson that he could get of the Record out at least one more issue before the iron ball rolled. il HAT night the Covells gave a party for him, go with Judy Covell to a dinner Was supposed to dance at the Shwanawak Club. In other words, it was to be Judy who should lead the lion in and But at 11:30 I glanced up at someone who was towering beside my desk Joralemon. “Hello,” he sign, so I thought I’d drop in. don’t mind.” “Of course not! present him to the younger set. and found Roy said. ‘“‘I saw the sit down for a few minutes until the rag rolls.” nad his Also a hunky was burning up Murchinson had gone home. I to do, and my own rooming house in Millside work and I was holding out a front-page colum: for it while the cub was getting the fa Finally the telephone rang and the cub wa on the other end, chanting nice easy name to catch over the line, such as Piotrowska, Kabotsvitzch and Schliegenhupphen Joralemon couldn't have come in a better time from my point of view, at least. It was fast work, slamming the story into shape, knocking out the head] with the boy shooting it through the tube in takes of half a dozen lines each to keep the composing room foreman from bawling “Copy! Copy!” up the tube at the top of There is something of the know I his lungs. show-off in all of us, I suppose. I enjoyed showing off at my job that night I shoved the carbon copies over to him, and before I the yarn the boy was putting the wet proo of the head and lead upon my desk. Roy Joralemon’s eyes widened and I was pleased batted out the last paragraph of It is a good thing for a newspaper owner to that and write itself. ““T thought you were going to the Shwar awak Club with Covell,” I said know the news doesn’t collect it se Judy Continued on Page 169

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Continued from Page 166 “T was, but it washed out You know, I would like a drink.” I fished out a bottle and he nursed on it thoughtfully while I finished my work. I could see that there was something on his mind. Then we went down to the con posing room, where I O.K.’d the make-up and waited until the sheet was rolling. With a couple of copies of the Record in he seemed to lose interest in the paper just as soon as it was an ac- complished fact went back room of Hank Crummins’ place and f the corner tables. Joralemon was pretty conspicuous ir evening clothes and with that face of his our pockets we on over to the at one <¢ sal and Hank gravitated closer and closer to

us. Hank was the leader of the bad ele- ment of Planet; it was his scalp that the

reform bunch, headed by the Reverend Purley Hubert, was out to get. That night he acted as though he thought Joralemon might be looking the place over with an idea of cutting into his trade. Finally I called him to our table and gave him the usual underworld knockdown: “Shake hands with Mr. Joralemon.”’ Hank was so pleased that he nearly gurgled, and he broke out a bottle of some stuff he said was his own private stock. When he left us 1 began to get the story of the dinner party, which I checked up later with some other people, including Judy. “It was grim,” he said—‘‘very grim! I'll have to do a little light drinking before I'll rec over.”’ It seems that he found himself at the table with eleven blankly strange faces, all of them examining him as though he had been rather terrible animal. Mrs. Covell was on one side of him and Judy on the other. Across from him was old Mrs. Farrell, the dowager duchess of the Planet Forge Company, who always jerked the trap at any ial hanging. ‘It was quite ghastly, you know,” ex- plained Jerry. “‘I felt most uncomfortable.” Mrs. Farrell, probably in the name of social order, examined the culprit, without giving him the usual warning that any atement he made might be used against i Everything seemed to go well enough until she asked him: ‘Which animal, Mr. Joralemon, do you find most exciting to some SOC

hunt?” ‘*Man,” answered Jerry unequivocally. “What?” The old lady’s voice sounded with horror and the Reverend Purley Hubert jumped. ‘I say that man is the most exciting animal to hunt,”’ replied Jerry. He screwed his monocle into his eye. “You never can tell what the blighter is going todo. He is the most dangerous and the most cunning.” “But,” interposed the Reverend Hubert, “one scarcely hunts one’s fellow man in these days!” “Oh, yes, now and then. I’ve bagged” paused to count and let the monocle drop into his lap—“‘six of ’em.’’ He added, just so there could be no mistake: “ Aside from the war, of course.”’ !”’ exclaimed Judy at his

‘How horrible! side. The blood had left her cheeks and the two spots of rouge stood out as though they were thin patches of tissue pasted there. Judy Covell was nearly twenty-four years old, and I doubt if in all those twenty- four years had ever had an emotion which she hadn’t whipped into submission. She was a slender girl and quite beautiful. Her face, with its finely cut features, had a quality of beauty that was spiritual and anwmic at the same time. She was delicate, undervitalized, nervous, and as full of re- she pressions as one person can be this side of a nervous breakdown. Very few people liked her. The usual formula was: 30 cold,” h was ridiculous. The trutl about as closely as you can come to “She's whit her summarizing the truth about anyone, was that Judy was an intensely emotional per htened almost ] love into parai-

fri idea of being son who was vsis at the 1 or of loving anyone. THE SATURDAY the moment when she said “TI At rrible!”” Judy (¢ rie ovell more in love wit! had ever been with any man in her life. He had broken the glass case she had fitted over herself, picked her up, whirled her around and tossed her sky-high. It a wonder she didn’t faint. But Jerry went on reg: told the Covells’ guests th: to do something when a johnny st

of her and had arted out 1a} to kill him.”” Thereupon—and not without a malicious pleasure in shocking them to their marrows—he told about the men he had killed; from the Bolshevik agent who im in Constantinople wit}! a knife and whom he was obliged to throttle, started after h 1 een Oblige d to the to the two natives he had | shoot in the jungle between Quito and Amazon. ‘I dare say,” he admitted to me while were tilting Hank Crummins’ private bottle, “that it was a bit thick, but had made me feel beastly uncomfortable Also, before they left the table, he had announced that he intended to see that the ugliness of the inviolable Millside remedied. He might just as well have tried to give a lecture upon Rabelais before the local Thanatopsis Club, using as his topic, “A certain jollity of mind pickled in the of fate.” When the dinner was over, Judy went up to her room, supposedly to get her wraps and take Jerry on to the dance. Her mother followed her, probably sensing trou- ble. Judy refused to go, and when her mother insisted, Judy settled the matter squarely by having hysterics. The excuse offered to Joralemon was, of course, the conventional headache. “I’m really quite sorry,”’ he told me, al- most contritely. ‘‘ Not about the others, of course. One simply can’t stand such twad- dle. But about Miss Covell. She is very beautiful, don’t youthink? I really wanted her to like me.” We went on with our light drinking, as he called it. More celebrities—including the chief of police and two aldermen of our little city of homes—rolled in, and Jerry went big with them. Before the night had ended he could have worn two monocles at the same time and they would have thought nothing of it. Came the dawn, and Jerry was rolling out to my house in Hank’s car. He said he didn’t want to go to the hotel because it re- minded him of an ice box, and I had offered to put him up. In the hall I found a note stuck in the corner of the mirror announcing that Fran Daveny was staying all night. That meant that she was in my room and that I was to bunk in with my wife, which 1 had intended to do anyway, giving Jerry my bed. But what to do with Jerry? “Hell's pit, old chap!” he said. ‘“‘ Don’t worry about me. Fling me the odd blanket and I’ll sleep on the divan.” I managed to get him bedded down after a fashion and went upstairs to tell my wife that she wasn’t to shoot or yell for the po- lice if she found a hard-looking moke asleep in the living room when she got up, it was the famous Roy Joralemon. Dorothy looked a bit stunned at first, then up in bed and beamed at me. “That's fine!’’ she said. “I that he and Fran’ll like each other. What luck!” \ Y WIFE likes to have me get fairly i tight about once a month, says it makes me easier to live with, and so I was pretty sure she wouldn’t read Rocks we tney

Was scort e Si because she sat n hope Iv pecause sne and Shoals to me in the morning. But when I woke up I was as cheerful as if the firing squad were waiting forme. Also, my mouth tasted as if I had drunk my ba water. But I cheered up a little when | looked out of the window There was Jerry, sitting on the lawn with Fran Daveny, my wife, the youngster and th d all them seemed to be enjoying lift in evening clothes, except that he was

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Ir — ‘ P ‘ betwee f ! ‘ Dorot had one ¢ nd of the br the kit r stairs immediately How's the head 0 sked Awful! How’severyt wnstair Fine! She leane ve foot th bed 1 thir Oo er i ae ] couldn't lit SE Té i as it | wasn't rn ito putu ‘Heand I ure i ashe annou ‘ ‘ ry t \I \l ’ ve herse It w i gre ie ( brir ng | m nome st lave a lucid mome W I admitted modest]; D thy told n that she had bee alraid that Jerry would be very em| iss¢ W n the g room of a strange house with nothing to wear Dut his eve £ tne put t hadn't been en assed ata He arte halfway through the apology both of them had begun to laug} By the time I got dow: alternating hot and cold we through all the business of a n | himself together aga as though he were a badly wrecked picture puzzle, J« to have become one of

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é eon on the side porc} with coffee gurgling sausages frying happily because they have almost reached the purpose and destiny of their existence, whole tomatoes that have been chilled for hours, “riz” from the oven. I don’t suppose there is country in the world where you « h a thoroughly delicious hodge- in the percolator, littl biscuits hot an

suc poage of food. Jerry was in fine form and tel y ridicu- lous stories of his adventures—silly, trivial stories that kept us laugl Fran Da veny, when she laughs, has a way of throw ing her head back and going to it in whole-soul that you < laughing with her.

vu ung. nha ’'t hel i} Su¢ fashion an ) There wasn’t the most remote suggestion about Jerry of the man who had horrified the guests at the Covells’ dinner party. He had a curious way of giving you, entirely, anything in his charac- ter that you drew from him. I was called to the telephone. It was

Billy Clark, Covell’s ji r pa ‘ It seems that Covell was gnawing | ers to the joints be ause nis pet ent nad appeared off the face of the eart} 1 Bi had been sent out in search. It d "t take him long to stumble over the story of last

party. I him that Je raised he t the ir s last night!” said Billy Did he? ‘Yel star ur eT sé é € i left. They s rst as a gri then as & court of t Mrs. Farrell she was the dowager duchess of the Planet Forge Compal va rr pu exe cution because he dian t Ow proper rT spect for royalt ese I trying down the | war ( ] it And Jud Oh, damr idy!”’ I errupte Unanimous! But, anyhow, Judy tosse off a set of |} te! There were melling salts |} indy and so the I oO nousen¢ yY ~ r rur 1 ter rature eve ( eca ouse id ammon ll I choked him o 1 want ‘ the glad details from him at He promised to come to the ofnice iter That afternoon, after | cubs their gnments, set the clean nNandne eis i t goo Bil ame ‘ the whole stor I ‘ ‘ l ne most mport ta that Mr. Covell wast oug J Regardl ( I ! ( t 1d nis nead ind ne ertall na one he realized the importance of kee g Jerrv as a ent. The 1 ng « ‘ la nat "gemeanta € ar t

f } t 5 | ( ‘ é 1 7 VV he ile yg f ro r ¢ oO i ‘ a ome y ot then t off « i ar 0 é ¢ } T , er iheg ‘ oO ‘ kr we } ‘ ( ‘ ‘ t y ‘ ’ r £ I t ! ‘ ~t ¢ t ‘ ‘ r it yy a “ rn t WA t ‘ I It wa ! those Oo ‘ \ mar ew ( ‘ I the et ’ wing ry w + fh 7 ’ | a ere t of i he ance Wi at T ( 4 pit 0] a ¢ . wt of ¢ b, fF ne ¢ pe out ¢ ¢ Ox ‘ the ac mar about omet Fer Green, who has ( ove ner part the nigt approa with her sma Jerry was pe ned on ti window, he iown “Two loge seat , please “Rig! t-« Sald Jerr) buttons marked Loge two ets gurgled up from the ir mac ‘ nd Jerry —d t for ocle eamed nto M Gre thoug ¢ ad just a ; , ad hat e g ped w laughed Let ‘ at tne t dinand Green t t abie to walt until the ance betore she t ( ou f " I it the ol e Jo ler g t Y at tne Apoll fathe a g alter a et equa t ) ym t id Ar t tim Nl { é Y . Oo ce t t y Jt nov terested in miullior lr} WwW w! ne c a or ' t ( t l peace offe ‘ Fran, D« ar ‘ pe the day I hg Ol Plane t ~v ; Lakeside to M the Andon and the went t Pa where the é coast and used up I t T YT t Ooo x k oO oO ) the ¢ r ' ( t anno r I l ow 4 , \f ‘ per W ‘ e « e, talking ov | ( it P07 { the wave » H Crumn neve ) ! A n ¢ ) 1 Rov Jor n Ty , } oft i 1 It 1 { ime as ' r ich ( I A ‘ a A 1} mpre ¢ ae eo ) ’ t , n ‘Of ‘ W ¢ ’ he ‘ l st h f ’ { ‘ ‘ { ' ected W ly ( r tinued on Page 173

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Continued from Page 169 “Then you hadn't intended staying?” He told me that his original plan, when he heard that he had inherited his uncle’s estate, was to organize an expedition to explore the headwaters of the Amazon. The news that he was a rich man, rather than merely well off, meant simply that he could finance a really big expedition boats, planes, bases with radio communica- tion; an aerial survey always preceding the main body of scientists and laborers. “It’s a job that takes a bit of doing,”’ he assured me. The Joralemon Expedition, as he had it outlined in his mind, would have taken five years at least, and would have millions. But now, quite suddenly, the plan was it was already in the past tense. ‘I should rather like to settle down, I believe,”” he admitted. ‘You mean marriage, a household and all the rest of it?”’ “T should like to have a pack of cubs,” he said, and smiled. ‘It must. be sport— having youngsters.” That twisted smile of his no longer struck me as sinister; sometime in the course of the previous evening I had forgotten all about it. I tried to imagine Judy Covell having a pack of cubs, and couldn’t; then my thoughts jumped to Fran Daveny. We walked silently down Samset Street and Jerry said he thought he would go to Hank Crummins’ for a little while. I begged off “It’s been an interesting day,”’ he said as we parted. ‘“‘I wasa jolly ass not to come here before—not to come home. But it was difficult, you know. I'll see you to- morrow. By the way, there isn’t anything I could do for you on the Record, is there? i mean something to make your work a bit easier. Of course, I don’t know a bally thing about newspapers.” I told him that I would like to hire a real reporter; one who knew a story when he saw it, knew how to get it and knew how to write it. A job of twelve hours a day and seven days a week was beginning to wear on me. Work and worry had been pretty tightly sandwiched for two years, ever since the kid was taken ill. As Don Marquis puts it approximately: cost becoming nebulous; good Sing a song of sixpence, Digitalis, dope a Four and twenty doctors, Viewing him with hope. “Get your man, by all means,”’ he said. “And please don’t hesitate to tell me what I should do about the paper. No bally sense in working like a horse all the time. We all must live, you know.” At home I found Dorothy awake and anxious to talk. “I think he’s terribly in- terested in Fran,” she said. ‘I'd love to pull that off! Fran’s such a peach!” I said to myself, “*So much for woman’s intuition,”” and broke the news that I thought Jerry was head-over for Judy. “That little refrigerator!”’ exclaimed Dorothy. ‘“‘Could you imagine anything worse?” 1 admitted that I could think of just one thing worse, which was to be married to Judy myself. My contact with Judy Covell had not been exactly intimate, but I had talked with her fairly often —she was usu- ally on the publicity committee of any varity shindy in Planet—and she inter- ested me In some of the things she did, and especially in the ways she did them, she used to remind me of the general who tried to kid the enemy by making his soldiers march backward. Asa specimen she was fascinating; but human being she gave me a definitely con- centrated pain. I was too tired to do much worrying about anyone, so I got undressed and plowed a comfortable furrow for myself in bed. Dorothy perched upon the edge “We're all off on the wrong track about “Just because he ( as a specimen. as a Jerry,’”’ she announced. has so much money, and because he is a strange type to us, we’ve been thinking THE SATURDAY about him as a frightfully complex char- acter. But he isn’t—he isn’t at all! He's no more complex than a child! Idea and action are all the same to him. He gets an idea —zip!—the idea is action!” I went to sleep. Vv DIDN’T get the low-down on the next things that happened until quite a long time after, but eventually I was able to put all the pieces together. For more than a week I didn’t much of Jerry. He came in almost every night for a few minutes, but during the day- time he was always busy with Mr. Covell. I was busy, too, breaking in the new man I brought up from New York. Also, Jerry got an idea that the editorial rooms of the Record were a disgrace, which they were, and ordered them to be completely reno- vated and refurnished, so we had to chase our typewriters all over the building. He scarcely mentioned Judy Covell, al- though I knew that he was seeing a good deal of her. Judy and her father had had a hot session together during which he laid down the law in no uncertain fashion. They reached a compromise to the effect that Judy wasn’t to be expected to marry Jorale- mon if she didn’t want to, but that she most firmly was expected to be enough of a Girl Scout, however much her finer feelings might be pained, to see that Jerry met the proper people and enjoyed himself. Judy could be wonderfully agreeable when she wanted to; and having won what I suppose she considered a moral victory, she started out to be very cordial—what The law of see so and de SKS the French call sympathique. contrasts began getting in some of its dirty | work. They made an odd pair, running about Planet in her roadster; Jerry with that battered face of his twisted into a smile whenever she spoke to him, and Judy with her delicate, inbred beauty. They became a familiar sight along Samset Street and the road to the Shwanawak Club. They used Judy’s roadster most of the time, because there was only a huge limousine in his uncle’s garage and the cars he had ordered for himself had not yet been delivered. Judy, oddly enough, seemed to hold herself in readiness to drive him wherever he wanted to go. The whole business was curious—Judy’s attitude toward him, her attitude toward other people, and Jerry’s seemingly com- plete capitulation. Asa matter of fact, she did practically nothing about seeing that he was taken into the fold of the younger set. The most important thing, from the point of view of the Covells, was that Jerry be kept happy, and Judy appeared to be doing her job beautifully. He stopped in several times at the theater to see Fran and spend a half hour or so talk- ing. Sometimes in the afternoon he would run out to the house to play with the kid and the dog and talk with Dorothy. All of us, including Hank Crummins, were call- ing him Jerry by this time. Between mid- night and one o’clock he used to arrive at the Record office, give a glance at the paper and spend an hour with me. Then on to Hank’s place. He thought of five hours’ sleep a night as a great deal. I have never known a man who could get around more liquor, hold it so well and feel so well the next day. Dorothy finally admitted that I had right about interest in Judy. ‘‘Heaven help him!’’ she said. ‘* He doesn’t say anything about her. Probably he knows that none of us like her.” I have no idea just how came to an understanding—an amorous understanding, so to speak—but I imagine it was very much in the time-tried way of a maid with a man and vice versa. Anyhow, he hadn’t been in Planet two weeks before the rumor that they were engaged was ac- cepted as a fact. No one had the impu- dence to ask him if it was true; and Judy, when one of the girls asked her point-blank, been his Judy and he simply laughed. One night Jerry came to the office and waited until I was through work. I could EVENING POST A, pee ere Ordinary Flat Finish White Paint oe Barreled Sunlight Gloss Finish NY interior Sh PR PRR peta my fs TPRE pre Te ine ' surface ere + a cleaner and more in handy tubes. The microscope shows why Barreled Sun- light is so easy to keep clean ese pl otograph Jaint surfaces were 1ade thro 1 micros¢ igh a power ope The tonishing contrast shows why Barreled Sunlight is keep clean epv+ easy to Smooth non-por and washe Cans and drums. Undercoat first. U. S. Gutta Percha Paint Co., Street, Providence, R. 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Cabot, his uncle’s old butler, brought us our drinks and was sent to bed. “In going over my affairs with Mr. Co- vell,”” he began abruptly, ‘“‘I discovered a note of Fran’s father.” We had scarcely thought about that note, which had seemed at one time to be of such overwhelming importance, since we'd become acquainted with Jerry. “T’m not going to collect it,’’ he said. “But I don’t want Fran to feel that I am making them a present of it. I want them to feel that it’s my uncle, you see. I doubt if he meant to collect it. At all events, I was wondering if Dorothy couldn’t handle it for me—explain and all that sort of tosh. I’ll make a mess of it. One doesn’t want to go around acting like Santa Claus.” “Talk to Dorothy about it. gle it in some way.” “Right-o! That leads me to another thing. I really do need someone to help me—to take over the job on asalary. Dor- othy has such dashed good sense! Would you mind if I offered it to her?” “Not at all.”” I explained to him that when I first met Dorothy she was advertis- ing manager for one of the big beauty shops in New York, and that she really wanted a job of some sort. She was lonely for it. Dorothy had never kicked, but it is pretty tough for a woman who has brains and ambition not to be able to use them, and now that the kid’s leg had practically recovered from its paralysis there wasn’t any reason for her to be at home day and night. Not only that, but it was good news financially. It meant we’d be out of the hole in no time. “By Jove!” he said suddenly. “If Dor- othy has been in that beauty-shop racket, she probably knows about those surgeon johnnies who repair a chap’s face.” “You're not thinking of having the map of the world readjusted, are you?”’ “TI might,’”’ he admitted. ‘After all, I don’t have to see the bally thing except when I shave. But it’s a rather rum go for others. You can’t expect a girl’’—he broke off and added lamely—‘‘to be overjoyed.” So that was it! Judy was desperately protecting herself from any close contact with him—an embrace, a kiss—by claiming that the Joralemon face was not all that a face might be. ‘“I’d let the map of the world alone, if I were you.” He was silent for a moment. “I'll talk with Dorothy about it,” he said finally. “You certainly are planning to settle down!”’ I said. ‘‘No more violence?” “T hope not. A few days ago Judy asked me if I really liked to fight, if I enjoyed it. Curious question to ask a chap. Really, I don’t like fighting. Why should one? I’ve simply found myself in a position time after time where I’ve been forced to fight. Some- times I think this face of mine is a standing invitation to any tough who wants exer- He laughed. ‘If I should get it I might find myself in trouble less often.’’ Then he changed the subject ab- ruptly: ‘‘About Murchinson. He’s getting old. Have you any idea what my uncle had in mind to do with him—or for him?” “Pension him, I believe. He never said definitely. It was one of those things he in- tended to arrange.” Jerry nodded and got up, walked about the veranda. ‘Have another drink,” he suggested, and took one for himself. Again he made that circuit of the veranda, deeply preoccupied. He seemed to be trying to bring himself to the point of coming out with whatever he had on his mind. It made me uneasy “Anything She’ll wan- cise.”’ fixed, worrying you?” I asked, | after two or three minutes had gone by. April 30,1927 “Yes,” he answered flatly. ‘There’s something wrong He checked him- self. 3ut it’s nothing I can talk about. In fact, I don’t know what it is. Forgive me for being so enigmatic, but Oh, heli’s pit!” I was puzzled, naturally. “If there is anything I can do to help ——” “But there isn’t, old chap. I may come to you later. Forget about it for the pres- ent. Let’s move into town. By the way, I hope you will take Murchinson’s place as managing editor before long. We'll pension him, and I want to do it in a way that will make the old chap feel very happy. Do you think he’d like it if we gave a big dinner for him? Have everyone there. All the im- portant people in Planet—-Covell and that crowd, the labor johnnies, Hank Crum- mins.” “You'll have a tough job getting those people to mix.”’ “We can do it. way of arranging it.”’ I moregthan expected that he would go to Dorothy with this other business, what- ever it might be; but he didn’t. He didn’t even intimate to her that he was worried or troubled, and I stayed just as much in the dark until the very end. Dorothy’ll have some vi ot was busy every day at her new job. Louis Joralemon’s office, which consisted of three big rooms on the top floor of the Joralemon Building, were dingy and dey his house was beautiful. During the last five years of his life he had scarcely set foot there. He had a private telephone line to the house, and an ancient private secretary, who was among the pensioned, had acted go- between. Dorothy was ordered to make a clean sweep of the place and to refurnish it. Jerry had a way of handing her a batch of papers and saying, “‘I do wish you’d look these over and tell me what you think about them.”’ He kept her on the jump, and she was happier than she’d been for a long time. For one thing, her job became in- creasingly important every day. I was equally busy, because my job was increas- ing in importance and my head was full of ideas for the Record. It was nearly a month after he had come to Planet when the fight on High Hill Road happened. Jerry and Judy Covell were out in his new roadster, which had just been delivered. They were loafing along when a big car, manned by two louts, passed them and covered them with dust. Jerry stopped his roadster until the dust cloud had sub- sided and then went on slowly. The car that had passed them was loafing along, and the driver of it, as Jerry came closer, edged over to give him an inviting amount of room to pass. Judy had her handkerchief to her face because of the dust, which masked her from the two men. Jerry decided to step on it, but just as he started to come alongside, the car jumped ahead. That is a trick that louts and young road skunks think is wonderfully funny, but Jerry didn’t agree with them. The road at that point wasn’t decent enough for him to put up an argument. He dropped back again. They were yellow with dust and Jerry was furiously bellig- erent. ‘“‘Please turn around,” ordered Judy. “T’ll do no such thing.” “T want you to! I insist!” He remembered later that her voice had a note of terror in it, but that made no im- pression upon him at the moment. He was too murderously angry. He had come to know that road fairly well, and realizing that there was a good strip ahead he stepped on the accelerator and shot forward again. Once more the was loafing and inviting him to pass He gave it nearly full abreast; then he suddenly swung over, crowding the other from the road. Fend- ers clashed. The man who was driving slammed on the realizing that he was headed for the ditch, but it was too (Continued on Page 177) as ressing as as other car throttle and drew brakes,

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(Continued from Page 174 late to keep from wrecking. The car plunged from the road, broke a front wheel and stopped. Jerry stopped a few hundred yards farther on, yanked his roadster about and headed back to finish what he had started. Judy was crying, begging him to go on, scream- ing at him and beating upon his shoulder with her fists. He was scarcely aware of her existence. Both men were out of the car and on their feet when he reached them. There probably wasn’t any mistaking what his intentions were as he got to the road; not* with a face like that, with his eyes burning from a yellow coat of dust and his lips drawn back from set teeth. One of the toughs grabbed up a tire wrench and the other a hunk of stone. Jerry reached into his car and took his stick; then he went forward, eyes flashing from one to the other to catch the first move. The stone came at him and he ducked it. The fellow retreated, apparently hunting for another stone and watching Jerry at the same time—with the result that he fell over backward. The one with the wrench stood his ground, and Jerry rushed him, broke the stick over his head and grabbed at the wrench. Then he realized vaguely that his road- ster with Judy at the wheel was plunging down the road. But that was a fact of no importance. He was busy fighting. The man who had fallen got to his feet and started into the mélée. Jerry jumped back out of range of the half-stunned fellow with the wrench and slugged the newcomer with his left. He warded off a poorly aimed blow from the other, came in with his right. Jerry had a good deal of science in the art of battle. He knew that it was two against one until he had both of them groggy, after which it would be fairly even; and he had the fight even—at least he called it so—after his first two blows. One man was groggy from being whacked upon the skull with a stick, and the other was as badly off from the effect of Jerry’s left. It must have been a discouraging blow, for it broke two bones in Jerry’s hand; and for all the fact that Jerry claimed apologeti- cally to have glass hands, I can’t imagine that it was any light tap. He couldn’t, later, give any accurate description of what happened, except that there was a considerable amount of fight- ing done. The man who originally had the wrench, which had disappeared, finally lay down in the road and went to sleep; and the other, realizing he was alone, let discre- tion get the better of him. He ran for the woods, but Jerry went after him and fin- ished him. ‘“*And then, by Jove,” Jerry told me, “I believe I passed out of the picture myself for a few minutes. I’m not sure.” At all events, they were picked up even- tually and brought to town, all three of them in fairly pulpy condition. Jerry went di- rectly to his home and telephoned to me. I telephoned to Billy Clark and had him get on the job while I went out to Jerry’s. Billy called up after a few minutes to say that Judy was at home. She had run into the house and flung herself down sobbing upon the couch; her mother had been un- able to get any sort of coherent story from her. Mr. Covell had been called home and he was trying it with equal lack of success. Jerry’s face was pretty well battered; one eye was becoming puffy and red, the lobe of his right ear was torn and his lips were cut. On his chest he had an ugly bruise where one of the men had kicked him. Jerry had a very faint recollection of being down, seeing the boot coming toward him. I was afraid at first that he might have one or two broken ribs, but he didn’t. Of course, his left hand, in which he had broken some bones—it wasn’t the first time—was in a bad way. I told him that Judy was at home, which seemed to relieve his mind considerably. ‘**When I got out of the car,”’ he said, “I told her to leave me. I might have been knocked out, you know. It wouldn’t have wit} been so good for her to be there alone a couple of toughs.” } Our eyes met, his searching mine, and I | turned away, because I knew he was lying to me and I felt embarrassed. The doctor finally came, and soon after the doctor Billy Clark arrived. ‘Judy's all in,” he said. ‘‘They had to get a doctor to give her a shot of something to quiet her. What the devil is it all about? Do you know?” I told him what Jerry had told me, in- cluding the line about his having sent her away. From what Billy had to imagine that Judy, by the time she reached home, was really in a serious condition. Not just a plain case of the weeps and silly hysterics. She lay there until the doctor managed to get her quiet, her body racked by long dry sobs, sometimes gasping for breath. Billy said that instead of feeling as he usually did about her—that he wanted to shake her or spank her—he felt really sorry for her. She seemed so utterly broken. “Do you realize that that girl’s just about at the end of her rope?” he demanded. “There’s something wrong somewhere!” The words made my mind jump back to the night upon the veranda when Jerry had been so troubled. He had said then that something was wrong, and that ‘‘some- thing’’ had struck me as being more than vaguely connected with Judy. I had to get back to the office, but | stopped in for a minute to see Hank Crum- mins. We had a talk in the back room and I told him as much about what had hap- pened as was necessary for him to know. | wanted him to do some scouting for me and find out who the fellows were. Hank came in that evening with the low- down. ‘One of the men was Joe Filey,’ he said. I knew a little about Filey —a garage hand who had taken to bootlegging on the side and who was considered a pretty tough character around the factory district. ‘‘ The other one’s name is Olin. 1 don’t know any- | thing about him, except that he comes from New York. It was his car. Probably been running liquor up for Filey to peddle They're talking big about getting Jerry.” Hank chewed on his cigar thoughtfully. “Do you think they’d have nerve enough to try it?” I asked. “You can’t tell. They certainly won't try it in any fair fight, but there’s plenty of ways to get a fellow from behind. Jerry’d better watch his step for a while. I hear that Moe Paskow has been talking with them. He told them to pipe down. With Moe in the case, there'll probably be some sort of dirty work pulled.” Moe Paskow was a shyster attorney in the Millside section who had recently had a narrow escape from disbarment on a charge of swindling foreign laborers. “With Moe mixing up “it looks more as though they shakedown.” “That’s the number! “Did they know their little playmate this afternoon was Joralemon?” **Not until he cut loose the works \ claim he used brass knuckles and a load say, I in it,’’ I suggested, might try a cane.” “That's the bunk!” “Well, my man tells me he made a couple o’ pieces of Hamburg of them.” We talked for quite a time, and Hank opened up with a lot of straight talk upor the subject of bootlegging and the ethics of adulteration. Among other things he said was that the whisky that Filey sold was so adulterated that it didn’t even have any the taste of whisky left. He himself didn’t believe in cutting pure whisky than one quart to four quarts of the product. He talked like a man who has the honor of his profession to uphold I was surprised, along about midnight, to see Jerry come into the office. the signs of battle, especially around his left eye, but he was feeling fine The next day Moe Paskow spread the rumor that he was about to bring suit f | damages to his clients, damages for | ol any more finished He showed | or personal the wrecked car and The were being prepared with ate intent maim costs. papers assault deliber- to loaded cane-—brass THE SATURDAY EVENING POST sswhere Western mingles with Fascinating Beauty Nance _ he City Interesting + he City Beautiful gor day 1 have p sed vourself will sit Salt Lak Cits ny stand in front of its famed landmarks wl ‘ ins irabl sociated ~ with the dramat stor of the West ‘ le its nowned ! streets liscover for elf the unexpected | t of ck metrop olis nestled in the le if rt d vet benis m an experien t the n bel ible thrill of kable sw the va { Gre ~ Lal visit Binghan d tl er n s t} tl t } Son d ‘ 1 will ‘ What better t +} r trip through ¢ West D tl ‘ ‘ red for all railroads grant a pover | From Salt Lake Cit Center of Scenic At ra is and splendid aut highw s | t Z N ial Park Breal BR ( the Grand Car f tl ad \ t 97 other na h and monumen pre ting im spectacular ety Nature I nT s Capital is Rewarded in the Rich and Growing West Amid 1 l Salt I ( ff i ’ cit of 150.000 w 1 fin hot 1) { k line ‘ distr p t ¢ We | lation f 10,000,000 Vis some f ti world n ! ! tt t n s paid $15,073,500 dends |: ea | I t ! ri pr wt vas &119.270.000 | led t { Tur ill «ail? i | ol li tot carl ‘ } 18% of the total; was third er, |] g I f tl Was th ir ld ] idd } ft l f | isl d 6 of the phalt ' f { The u ted deposits of ' t t We the P fic ¢ t ) t Vining Before planning your vacation west, get authentic and up-to-date information Lake City will be glad to receive your request the coupon. 7) VAYVO!I t La (i The Mayor of Salt L se

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Jerry’s face set like concrete. ‘Let ’em sue and be damned to ’em!”’ he growled. “Don’t forget that it means taking Judy Covell into court,” I reminded him. His eyes met mine in cold anger for a moment, then he turned away and went to the window, stood there looking out. **Would you pay blackmail?’’ he demanded without looking around. My thoughts raced to the two toughs, to Judy, to Moe Paskow, to Fran Daveny. “T would not!” I answered. “T don’t intend to,” he snapped back. *‘Paskow is going to file suit tomorrow afternoon at two o'clock,” I told him. I got that information from one of the men on the afternoon paper. They had arranged with Paskow to have an advance copy of | the complaint so that they could pull an extra the minute the papers were filed and the story became privileged. I suggested that he see Covell and have a talk with him before then. Jerry nodded. He’s at the house, ill.’’ “I’m sorry to hear that.” He turned about suddenly and faced me. ‘Rather a jam, isn’t it, old boy? H’m! Hell’s pit! I imagine that I would be bet- ter off and that everyone would be better off if I headed for the Amazon.”’ His face took on that set-concrete expression again. “But I'll hang before I'll pay blackmail!” From his house I went to Jerry’s office and talked with Dorothy. The decoration and furnishing of one of the rooms were complete-—-a_ greenish-gray rug, faintly yellow walls, with a few etchings upon them, comfortable chairs and a large flat desk. It was to be Jerry’s room, but Dorothy was using it until her own office was ready. I told her what the least as much of it as I knew. She said that the Covells had a trained nurse for Judy and that the doctor had been there practi- cally all day. Later she telephoned to say that Covell had gone to Jerry’s house, spent an hour with him and returned directly to his own home. Billy Clark called to ask if I had any news. I didn’t have, nor had he. Jerry failed to appear at the office for his usual midnight visit. All of us were in he dark. The next afternoon at about one o'clock I was tipped off that Moe Paskow was not filing his complaint until later, perhaps not until the next day. That sounded like the beginnings of an out-of-court settlement. “T’ll telephone to him. I believe. Judy’s quite situation was—at At two o’clock Dorothy came in to ask what was happening. But she was the only one to contribute any news. Jerry d her that he wanted to be alone in his office for an hour or so, and suggested that she take the afternoon off. ‘Probably a conference between Jerry, Covell and Moe Paskow,” I suggested. Just then my telephone rang. It was Jerry calling. ‘“Would you mind staying in your office until I call you again?’’ he asked. “I may had tol want to get in touch with you rather quickly.” ‘I'll be here,” I assured him. “Thanks, old man.”” He hung up. “Something doing, anyhow,” I said to Dorothy. ‘‘They’ll probably have it set- tled in half an hour. Two thousand dollars. Those bums are suing for fifty thousand each. It looks as though Judy refused ab- solutely to go into court.” “I suppose so,’’ answered Dorothy dis- gustedly. ‘I'll be with Fran if you want to find me.” April 30,1927 Nearly an hour passed before Jerry tele- phoned. “I say,” he “T wish you would come over to office. There's rather a bit of troubl And by the by, you might bring along a couple of wit- nesses.” I was out of the Record office two jumps. On my way to the Building I picked up the two most res} able witnesses I could get my hand on George F. Fratter, a merchant; and Wil- liam Seligsman, sales director of the Pl Refrigerating Machine Company. I be van, my afoot. in about Joralemon eCL- anet had no idea of what we were going to find, and yet every instinct warned me to expect something pretty bad. The outer door was locked. I rapped and Jerry opened it. “I've just shot Joe Filey,” he announced quite negligently He indicated the door of his private office. “I was forced to do it in self-defense.” We entered. There was Filey, face down upon the carpet, his right hand still h- ing an automatic. He had died instantly. We were thoroughly shocked, of course, and stood there for a moment dumfounded Jerry’s attitude was perfectly impersonal. “‘T was at my desk,” he said. “ Filey was here by appointment to discuss the ment of his suit against I refused to pay him anything and his attitude became threatening. I told him I would throw him out unless he left at once. He pulled a clut settle- me gun, but I pulled my gun faster. We fired at practically the same instant. His bullet missed me and entered the wall.” He pointed to a small hole in the plaster and then turned to me. ‘Will you be so good 9 as to take charge of the matter Inform the police and do whatever is necessary.” The remainder of the afternoon was more like a cyclone than anything else I’ve ever been in. Thanks to the fact that I had at least one good reporter in the office, a man who could think fast and work fast, we were able to pull an extra—almost before the afternoon paper knew that anything had happened. Of course, I kept the story locked up in Jerry’s office just as long as I could. People came in, but no one left without good reason, and I had the tel phone. I shall never forget Jerry’s smile when he realized what I was doing. He liked to see a man h ot on his job, and I wa going strong that day. vil HE story that Jerry told me when we were alone was merely an elaboration of his first explanation of the shooting. The subsequent testimony followed the same lines, and of course Jerry was cleared of all charges. The other tough, Olin, disap- peared from the city and didn’t come into the case at all. Judy and her mother left Planet the following day for a sanatorium in the South, without Judy being told what had happened. Her condition, it appeared was so precarious that they feared the effect of any excitement. A few weeks late: she and her mother went to Italy and set tled down in Florence. There is, curiously, quite a colony of people there who have been more or less broken by life in Planet the Covells, the Toddhunters, the Deve Judy belonged in that strange, anemic littl group of expatriates; and, I believe from what I have heard, she is fairly happy there It was curious that the last time Jerry should ever see her as In the thi ( i fight —Judy vanishing in a cloud of yellow dust. After such an enormous upheaval, life the never seemed to get back ir same groove for any of us. Planet was a changed place in dozens of ways. Before any of us realized quite how it came about, there was a substantial feeling Planet that Mil side might be made less ghastly to loo upon. It was, after ali, the or entrance y the city; and so from the outside world int far as esthetics went, there problem involved than that of dirt off The whole he doing of it Was no deepe r ng the one’s face at least once in a while thing and include wash Was pa nlessly done, lr the 18] t 1ding daistrict (Continued on Page

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(Continued from Page 178) of such types as Filey and Olin. A good deal of the clean-up was done with the as- sistance of Hank Crummins, more or less on the basis that one quart of pure whisky should not be cut more than to produce four quarts of bootleg. As a practical working basis, it wasn’t so bad. As for the Record, Murchinson was pensioned and I took on the job of managing editor. The paper began to exert a real power in Planet; but it was, after all, just a part of Jerry’s power, which had grown incredibly since the shooting. I don’t think any of us realized at the time quite how thoroughly Roy Joralemon and Planet fused together and became part of each other. It was not until the fall that Jerry opened up and told me the whole story, including the vitai bit that had always been missing, of what actually happened during those few days of violence. Probably the fact that he had just proposed to Fran Daveny, and life was opening beautifully before him, brought him to the point of confiding in me. We were walking up and down the big veranda after dinner, while Dorothy and Fran were inside at the organ. Fran was playing, just improvising as they talked. Outside, it was just cool enough so that we were more comfortable if we kept saunter- ing. Music was flooding out through the windows, and below us the lake was like a huge platter of mercury. “I knew that something about Judy was terribly wrong,” said Jerry. ‘She loved me, after her own fashion, but there was something else— something stronger, some- thing that was torturing her. “Tt came to a climax that day in the car when I lost my head and decided to fight. As I looked back on it later, I realized how terrified she was; also, that she kept her face hidden with her handkerchief. It was quite a natural thing to do, considering the dust, but she didn’t do it naturally. She was hiding her face, trying to keep Filey from seeing who she was. That was why she ran away—because she was afraid of him.” He paused for a moment and then broke out: “Hell’s pit! It was awful! Filey had been selling her dope— cocaine—for the last three years!” Mr. Covell had come to him the after- noon before he shot Filey and told him the whole thing, just as he had learned it from Judy within the past few hours. Judy had started taking dope during an illness four The Iceman’s Wooing THE SATURDAY years before; a nurse had given it to her, and that whole ingrown nervous system of hers had responded to it. There are, ously, those natural addicts who capitulate utterly to a drug; it becomes, almost in- stantly, the one relief from the torture of living. The nurse, an addict herself, had continued to sell the stuff to her until she left Planet; then she had sent Filey, who used to supply her at a garage where she stopped for gasoline. Filey had raised his prices to the very limit of her ability to pay, and she had sold secretly a number of Lib- erty Bonds to meet his demands. Worse than that, he had threatened exposure. “You can imagine what exposure would have meant to the Covells,” said Jerry “‘At any rate, Judy broke down just as soon as she got home. The poor thing had no more cocaine, she had no more money and she was sure that Filey had recognized her, which he had. Filey, by the way, wasn’t a drug addict. He didn’t have that pitiful excuse for what he was doing. “TI got in touch with Moe Paskow and told him that I would discuss the matter with Filey—Filey alone. I felt sure that Filey would come, because he was out to make the big killing, and I knew that he wouldn't dare to come unarmed, because he would be afraid I'd beat him up again. “The rest was easy. I simply taunted him, talked to him about dope, insulted him and threatened him until he began to lose his head. Finally, when I had him worked up to the proper point, I made a move as if I were going to attack him and he reached for his gun—just what I had expected. I let him get his gun out and then I shot him. It was quite simple, you see.” We made another circuit of the veranda in silence. “By the bye,” said Jerry, “ tion any of that to the girls. It’s rather unpleasant, and all of us are so very happy. Shame to spoil it by anything ugly, you know. Some day we'll tell them the whole yarn, but not now. Life’s so beautifully jolly! Should we go in and join them? And I should like a drink.” We found Dorothy and Fran laughing. Fran had her head back and her hands were resting idly upon the organ keys. She got up and went to Jerry. “Dorothy was just telling me about how you'd planned to have a surgeon change the map of the world,” she said, chuckling. “You funny old thing!’’ Her hands went to his cheeks. ‘‘ Don’t you dare to change curi- even it! 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I imagine, however, that even the most apologetic of Americans is beginning to revive a trifle, now that the English, the Germans, and even the French are beginning also to travel in organized herds. Of course, a sensitive person—without much discrimination—is likely to become sorrowful over the antics of compatriots in a strange country, just as a sensitive person notices the vulgarities of a cousin considerably more than the vulgarities of somebody else’s cousin; but the apologetic | American in the past has overlooked nu- merous obvious facts. Until recently the American traveled more than anyone else. There was more of him or her to be sorrowful about. Eighty per cent of all crowds are vulgar. People when traveling are at their worst. It is a rare gift to travel inconspicuously and beautifully. Moreover, solecisms spoken in your own language or performed in a familiar way are more noticeable than when spoken in a language you do not understand or when performed with a quaint exoticism. About a gentleman from America who picks his teeth there is none of the cachet that surrounds a French nobleman when engaged in a similar operation, and the ade- noidal drinking of soup by the English can be forgiven if you do not hear too much of it. Much of this, however, is changing as the other nations take to the trail. Anyone who has been in Italy with the Germans in the spring, anyone who has been on a steamer filled with French, may continue to be sorrowful, but it will be for the world in general, not for America exclusively. | The Well-Dressed Man I wish everyone could have had two ex- periences that I have had. Once, while I | was an undergraduate at Oxford, I saw a Lancashire regiment on the march, and another time I happened to be in Brittany | when fifteen thousand English landed on a three-day excursion. The latter was like an outpouring of gnomes, the former an ex- ample, almost too vivid, of what social rigidity can produce—the grotesque, asym- metrical private, the big blond fine-looking young officer of the upper middle class. In their eagerness to produce beautiful earls | the English have done badly by the rest of the nation. But admitting that the English have produced beautiful earls—and they have although here and there, even among earls and countesses, the national passion for projecting teeth, elongated necks, and hands | and feet that do not quite match, has got the better of the equal national passion for creating and maintaining the best-looking and best-dressed upper class extant— but admitting that the English have produced beautiful earls, that is not saying that re- cently the richer French and Americans, | especially since they have all taken to sport, have not begun to improve on the original model. Other things being equal, all you have to do to look like an ear! is to take plenty of exercise, not worry over- | much, and change your clothes frequently, and the Frenchman and American have certain initial advantages—the Frenchman is more graceful, the American actually is | stronger. Many people overlook the latter fact and fail to connect it with the charge, yearly becoming less just, that although the Amer- ican has the most expensive clothes in the world, he does not, with a few notable ex- ceptions, know how to wear them. Clothes made in the English fashion are made for tall thin men, not for the American phy- sique. When the American evolves his own styles, which he is doing, and has learned to make his rounder muscles more supple, as he is learning to do, there will be less to be said on this subject. Also, another fact overlooked is that whenever the English- man or Frenchman thinks of dress he thinks of it only in terms of the richer classes, while the American thinks of it in terms that are universal. The American expects all Americans to look charming and is affronted when they donot. Below the upper classes, no English- man or Frenchman imagines himself well dressed, and he most certainly isn’t; but all Americans are secretly anxious to look not like earls, but dukes. Some day most of them may. The Source of All Contagion We have spent a good deal of time on sartorial and physical matters, not only be- cause they are important in themselves but because they form so large a share of the discontent of the apologetic American; but there is not the slightest intention of neg- lecting or underemphasizing what a man thinks and does—two factors that are, of course, bound up together, but not com- pletely. There is always a gap between what a man thinks and what he does, and in any nation, a formidable chasm between what the best minds desire and what, in action, the nation appears to be. Heaven help the world if this were not so! At all events, let us what the Europeans and apologetic Americans accuse us of doing. We are, to begin with, jazz-mad, motor- mad, money-mad, size-mad, crowd-mad, publicity-mad and speed-mad. We have no privacy, no service, no time to think. If a queen comes to see us, our curiosity is inhuman; but when crowds line the streets of London every time royalty drives through, that is merely patriotism. Ac- cording to Dr. Joseph Collins, that well- known socio-fictionist, or fictional ologist, we are a nation of nervous invalids suffering from adult infantilism. All the evils that are now sweeping Europe are due to us; the French parsimony —to give it an ornamental name—the English vul- garity, the Charleston, the Black Bottom, the cheap motor car, the motion picture, the radio, road advertising, the increasingly bad manners of the Parisian waiter and the increasingly high wages of the London but- ler. Financially, socially, morally and ar- tistically, we are the source of all contagion. When the franc goes down we are to blame; when the franc goes up we are equally culpable. When we invade Europe hordes, as we did last summer, we raise prices, consume products to the detriment of the natives, and spoil manners; when we stay away from Europe we are responsible for the empty restaurants and the near- panic that follows. Gilbert Chesterton, in the large manner that is his, says that the disease of today is Americanism, and that the main object of the present generation should be to fight this disease in all its manifestations. Aldous Huxley claims that we call undertakers morticians, which we do not, except for a few pompous souls who in England would call themselves chirurgeons by appoint- ment to His Majesty the King, or some- thing similar; and therefore he does not like us. H. G. Wells announces that we speak and are hampered by an almost unintelligible lingo. St. John Ervine, de- spite the Civil War, despite some other war every ten years, despite pioneering and the fact that in our veins broods all the (Continued on Page 185 see soci- in

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(Continued from Page 182) iffering of Europe up until a century or s« ago, Claims that we cannot produce a na tional drama until we pass through fire And even John Galsworthy, that gentle crit ic, in his latest book created an American the like of whom had never existed on sea or land a dinosaur of an American. Thi when Galsworthy knows America inti mately. Turning to a few of our home critics, H. L. Mencken never speaks of us except as ‘a nation of boobs”; his playmate, that distinguished ratiocinator, George Jean Nathan, ascends Mount Sinai constantly; and Sinclair Lewis is assured that when he writes of Main Street and Babbitt and El- mer Gantry he has painted complete pic- tures. Extraordinary all this—-if true. What becomes of all the quiet well-bred people one knows, and the quiet beautiful homes they live in, or all the quiet homely folk who raise wheat and potatoes, and so on? One wonders at times how we even find the privacy and leisure to perpetuate the race. I think what all these gentlemen are objecting to is democracy, not America. With many be found; their error lies in their choice of a of their objections no fault can scapegoat. We are living in an age of growing democ- racy, and this despite such surface reactions as the Russian commune and Mussolini. Much of the ugliness that annoys us the breakdown in morals, in manners, the congestion, the speed, the noise, the grow- ing powers of stupidity—is due to this fact. We may not like these portents; we may try to control them, satirize them, hasten their emergence into something more comely, but we cannot prevent them. They represent evolution-—never a pretty thing. We may not even believe in democracy as an ultimate political vehicle, but we shall have to endure it until we can think of When you have put a man into possession of print, the motion picture, radio and rapid communication and even the Balkan peasants today are in you have made of something better possession of all four him a democrat; and it makes not the slightest difference whether for a while you choose to govern him by means of an em peror, a dictator or a committee. Your only possible next step is to try to show this new democrat that democracy, if properly understood, is as brave and gentle and courteous as the best features of the lop- sided thing he has left behind. Democracy is everywhere, even in the Kingdom of the Dragon. If the evils of which we speak come from America, it is only because America is further along the road, or the Via Dolorosa, or whatever you choose to call it, of the democratic pilgrimage. Outworn American Toys Indeed, here is the amusing end of such a train of thought. Since democracy, crippled and distorted and misunderstood as it may be, is the social manifestation of the times, America, one of the youngest of nations, but one of the oldest of democracies, will, before long, of necessity find itself of all nations the most mature socially and politi- cally. One’s grandfather may be eighty- four and still be a child when it comes to running a motor car; and although we are children where kings are concerned, we are old and sometimes even weary when presi- dents are in question. And I think actual proofs of what I am saying are increasingly evident. Disease cannot sweep a nation unless a nation is ready for it. If the Europeans did not like the black bottom, they would not dance the black bottom. There must be some thing rotten in the souls of the French and English and Germans and Italian there must be something stirring. Further- $s, or else more, you may have noticed that the European becomes enthusiastic over the Charleston and the black bottom and other American importations only when the American himself is weary of them and has yne on to something more attractive. + If a large section of the French popula tion were not kindly disposed toward the road sign, road signs would not now be rearing their ugly heads all over Frar nor would the earnest business men et gaged in this sort of ruthlessness spealh France as the most hopeful European field ven the little Thank You’s and Com Again’s and You Are Now Entering Col des Quatre lent. Meanwhile America is getting tired Chemins de |’Oie are preva road signs and is taking steps to aboli them. Note this: There is much loveliness to be seen in Europe, and an infinite amount but practically all Europear loveliness is old and practically all European Europe may have taken the black bottom from America, but only the modern Frenchman, considering what he inherited, could have made the lovely Biarritz coast into what it is today We are, indeed, a nation of boobs, but so is every other nation; and when we con sider solely action and the more material manifestations of the mind, such as archi- of interest, newness is hideous. tecture and landscape planning and national parks, and so on, ignorant as we are, we are¢ nevertheless the only nation extant which exhibits a large intelligence. We at least know what we have done and are doing, and are pretty generally worried about it On the Surface Expatriation is usually a sign of a middle- class mind and invariably of an unthinking mind, which does not mean that a man may not live all his life in Europe and still be un- expatriated, nor, on the other hand, that many expatriates may never have seen Europe save for a week or two. New York is full of the latter. In a democracy these middle-class minds have no obvious stand- ards or checks to which to relate them There is no one except themselves to tell them how middle class they are. They may honestly believe the nonsense they talk; living among the vulgar clever or the vulgar rich, they may honestly think that all Americans are one or the other Probably the hardest thing to be in the world is an intelligent democrat. As for myself, I have pursued this phantom of sophistication and good breeding into many countries and into many capitals, and | have found it rare everywhere, but as likely to be met with in Seattle as in Paris And this brings us to the last main factor-—-the factor of thought. ‘“‘And here,’ say the apologetic Americans, ‘‘ we have you. Surely you will admit, if you are honest, that compared to Europe we are distressingly young and immature in the things of the mind—where the mind functions wsthetically, where the mind functions morally.”” Well, I am not so sure. In this, as in other things, I think the best simile is one I recently heard—that Europe is a boy in his last year at Eton and America is a freshman at a university. Now we all know that a boy in his last year at Eton, or any other great prepara- tory school, is, on the surface, a mature and finished product, while, to the contrary, the freshman is an unripe and gawky indi- vidual. Yet in reality the freshman is older. 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Since 1921 each year has paid him more than the year pT ome THE CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY 861 Independence Square, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania fer, 1 promise nothing jut to we look it over, EVENING POST he is mature. The boy at Eton may think not, but the freshman at the university knows better, although his proofs may not be so good. It is always easier to prove something that has happened than it is to prove some- thing untried. Next to European diplo- macy, war is the most childish pursuit imaginable. If Europe could grow up, which it does not seem to be able to do, to- morrow we would see the forming of the United States of Europe, with its lack of tariff walls and its lack of armaments—ex- cept those directed toward the United States of North and South America. In a thousand years or so we might even see the United States of the World. Weariness is never a sign of maturity; it is invariably a sign of callow youth or else of senility. To say cui bono is unreasonable. The reductio ad absurdum of that is suicide. The vigorous point of view of which Europe accuses us is not the point of view of ado- lescence but the point of view of a busy and healthy man between thirty and fifty. Nor do the really intelligent Europeans ever make this blunder. It is not the really in- telligent Europeans who say that we are immature because we are optimistic. The really intelligent Europeans envy us and wish that the bulk of their own nations felt the same way. In the present state of mankind I do not believe that anyone is really mature socially or morally or intellectually, but if it comes to a question of comparison, the American, it seems to me, holds hisown—fundamentally, that is to say, and even where surface man- ners are concerned, when you consider the civilized American. I do not know anyone more civilized, more charming, than the civilized American, save perhaps the civil- ized Frenchman. Intelligent kindness is the height of so- phistication; the eighteenth century, the most sophisticated century the world has ever known, was full of this sort of kind- ness, and the civilized American is an es- sentially kind creature. He has not, as a rule, time to be anything else. It is in his point of view about war and in his social contacts that he is a more noticeably ma- ture person than the European—always, in the latter respect, although not in the former, omitting the Frenchman. A Matter of Comparison Living in a large and democratic coun- try, where you may be a prince in Topeka but unknown as such in Philadelphia, the American has learned to judge a man minus credentials and to make himself readily accessible to everyone. Does this delicate social sense seem to you imma- ture? To the contrary, the English fear of meeting someone you shouldn't appeals to me as an excessively juvenile proceeding, a tiresome proceeding, an irritating proceed- ing. It is always wasteful to make a man hate you; it is much more grown up to spend a moment in politeness and then go about your business, if that be best. Nor am I any more impressed by the Continental attitude toward sex, nor the European attitude toward art, religion, education or life in general. For every one of our follies there is an equal one abroad; although, of course, these questions should be discussed class by class; nor is it fair to match the follies of America against the follies of all Europe. One certain nation should be chosen. Very well; let us choose what is generally admitted to be the most civilized nation in existence— France. April 30,1927 Class by class, I should say that France and America compare as follows: In cul- ture and intelligence and ability to enjoy life, the French upper class probably leads the world; but this does not imply that the American upper class, where these matters are in question, does not equal the English upper class and is not ahead of the German and Italian upper classes. Coming to the middle classes and the working class, the American Babbitt, as our superior fellow citizens like to call him, is about 60 per cent more broad-minded, civilized and in- telligent than the French Babbitt. He is better dressed, better informed, cleaner and infinitely less static. To see Babbittry at its blackest, cultivate the acquaintance of a small business man in a small French town; to find a narrowness and a social cruelty exceeding that of Main Street, fre- quent some Place de la République. While as to the American mechanic, compared with his French brother, he is a very angel of diligence and cleverness. There is not time to prove these statements, nor others I shall make; look into them for yourselves. The Test of Maturity I deprecate exceedingly —making a hasty and incomplete summary—for instance, the American legislative mind, if it can be called a mind; but I do not overlook the fact that while we have passed a law in Tennessee prohibiting the teaching of evo- lution, France for years has had a law pro- hibiting the mention of the Bible or the name of God in its public schools. What is the difference basically? Several of our states have laws against cigarettes, but all France has a law against the wearing of monastic costumes. The atheist, as we all know, is the same person as the Puritan turned upside down. And even when it comes to blue laws, France has its full quota of anti-alcohol societies, societies for cleans- ing the stage and societies for this, that and the other, besides its government, which is constantly passing absurd legislation to which the French, like ourselves, pay no heed. The hatred of women smoking is even more prevalent in the French middle class than in the American middle class, and the average American woman is infi- nitely freer than her French sister. Fur- thermore, just as in this country, when the popular interest in nudity and pornography is waning, as it always will if left to itself, some Parisian manager calls to his aid some society dedicated to purity, and much ado, amounting to nothing, is made. Then the sale of tickets goes up again. No, coun- tries are not so different Even on the subject of sex liberty, that battle cry so dear to the Continental and the expatriated American, I am not greatly impressed. The average French family has much the same ideas as the average Amer ican family, and the average French wife or husband is just as likely to shoot an erring spouse, and the average French court just as likely to bring in a verdict of the un- written law, as any 100 per cent American wife, husband or jury. While, when it comes to the upper classes, it seems to me that instead of having achieved liberty they have merely got themselves into a blind alley. Modern scientific thought, psychoanalytical and biological, points to the conclusion that monogamy, even if badly maintained, is a more mature ideal than polygamy perfectly practiced. Nor need we even regret the latter so long as our divorce courts remain amiable. (Continued on Page 190

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| to mention only a few. EVENING POST (Continued from Page 186 And now we come to what is generally considered the final test of a nation’s ma- turity, the production and reproduction of art, although I am by no means convinced that this is so. The Swedes, I am sure, are an extremely intelligent, sensitive and ad- vanced people, and yet artistically they are not especially articulate. The Romans were a mature people, but they were not artis- tic. The English are a mature people, and yet they have always been singularly lack- ing in every art save the arts of the writ- ten word—-prose and poetry. They not only have been lacking—they have been viciously inartistic. But suppose we agree with the common belief; if we do I do not see that we suffer by comparison. Of the four fairly great playwrights alive today, one is an American, O'Neill, one an Italian, Pirandello, one an Englishman, Shaw, and one an Austrian, Molnar. In the second flight, we are well up with the English and the French. There is only one great poet, and he happens, as is usually the case, to be an Englishman— Masefield. There is no really supreme novelist, but in this respect we are maintaining our own and steadily improving. Willa Cather, Hergesheimer, Ernest Hemingway, Dreiser, Ellen Glasgow are a fairly shining galaxy, The last great English novelist was, of course, a Pole. In painting, since there is an interregnum in greatness, there are no painters to be compared, and the same holds true of music; but in the rank and file of these arts, and in the promises held forth, we are at a high level. In the arts of architecture and April 30,1927 medicine we are obviously not immature, while in the reproduction of all the arts we have suddenly leaped into first place. Th of course, is natural. We are the richest nation in the world, therefore we will begi: first to reproduce more beautifully than any other; secondly, ad quately, geously. to teach mort and finally to produce This is the history of all great Years ago, before our English cousins began to hate us as blindly as they do at present, Lowes within a few sance, more gor nations. Dickinson predicted decades just such a renais and evident. But I will close my ¢ space; today signs are everywher ategories for lack of I will leave my theories for others to develop. We are children, all of us; we are mongrels, all of us. no superiority; intentional chauvinism here; I am excessively hum ble about the faults of America and Amer icans. I detest these faults more than most I am merely asking for fair-mindedness, merely, to use an excellent locution, asking for an even break—something that Amer- ica at present is not getting either from Europe or from many Americans. Particu- larly, 1 am asking this from Americans, for they should know better. Perhaps the day for their knowing better is dawning. The growing European dislike of us—a dislike that has spread even to Belgium, whom we picked up out of the mud—in ternationally is a tragedy, but for us do- mestically it may be a blessing. If the apologetic American is kicked about suffi ciently, even he or she may achieve after a while some degree of quiet dignity. For America I claim there is no

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NTO that new home of vours are going veat Make it a moder? nter we ather, retresh planning and saving. . Snug and warm in anv w " ingly cool on sweltering summer davs and ' 7. ) Save trom '4 to vour fuel money ever Don’t depend on the usual building ma alone. Wood, masonry, hollow-tile, bui wallboards, pla ter and roofing are good n for the purposes, but do not mistake them for Without a special heat-stopping, « insulatu vy material, furnace reat leaks I t/n (P/) a gy 9 f Such a material is now available for every home, new or old. It is called Celotex. Already, more than 119,000 families are enjoying the new comfort and money-saving this amazing mate rial brings. Celotex is manufactured in broad strong boards from one of the tough est fibres known. It offers you proper ties never availabl terial before. NFFECTIVE INSULATION plus added E trengeth. Kor Celotex combine effective insulation with structural strength. Walls sheathed with Celotex 1 17 are stronger than wood sheathed walls a building ma and Celotex is many times more ettec tive in stopping heat and cold than any of the usual building materials. Celotex SATURDAY EVENING POST dow nright economy. Build for Winter Warmth Summer Coolness ¥3 kuel Saving Buildwith Celotex %,' land dampnes -. Qu insulating materials, Celot ift sheathing, lath, building paper a llustration below), adding insu \ t builds at /ittle or no extra cost count Celotex has made house insula and bu - \ smaller, | ( plant is required with Celotex mat Hlow Celotex Is Used Celotex should always be bu to both walls and roots. (1) A thir I \ h ing, Celotex repla " b. bull a | ngth sts 7 (2) Under plast lacing lath Celot builds re wall THI CELOTEX COMPANY V/ N ) ~ eat CELOTEX INSULATING LUMBER N THE CRLOTEN Ml COMPANY nt al

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST April 30,1927 192 FOR MOTHER-CHOCOLATES THAT RISE ABOVE MERE CANDY” Mother's Day is etablished in the heart America 29 at sea: oneal te eign eal Y ET OBTAINABLE in your own neighbourhood, at a shop never year as in the pasl—a gift secure in i$ U elcome, ilwa has been in its good taste W hy ever - ‘ “- ; pening more than a few iquares distance nay be, you can send Johniton'’s........ aged May eighth! Be sure to mark the date. And for Mother, on her day of days, select a gift that reflects—by your care in its selection the love you bear for her. Among the admittedly correct things of modern social observance, one finds Johnston's — candy that graciously portrays the accepted social usage |! ‘ of the day. . | 7 Dy And for Mother's Day we have prepared special . r " LA packages expressing the sentiment of the occasion { a .in the usual wide variety that you have come to ( ’ expect from Johnston’s .... of the same high quality that has gained for Johnston's its prestige — " and preferment. ~ 'y “... Worthy of the sweetest lady in all the world.” g § j x x a 4 y For Mother, the famed Johnston Choice Box specially decked for the iy. Twenty-two different kinds to lend variety to the charm of your gift. The Cavalier Box, Peacock Package and Twenty-Odd assortment You wili find a wide ri have also been specially boxed reflecting outwardly, as your the ught amt J PRION C/ lates at bette } , ur ne hood does in ily, the true sentime of the occasion Cc HO Cc Oo t A r E ¢ etter class i eighh

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The Orthophonic Victrola is in- deed a great musical instrument .”’ McCormack is truly McCormack on the New Orthophonic Victrola WHETHER an exacting Operatic air or one of those simple, haunting melodies for which the popular tenor of Old Athlone is better known, it is vividly McCormack on the new Orthophonic Victrola. Just as truly as though you sat in the fourth row at a McCormack recital! For the Orthophonic Victrola repro- duces everything and misses nothing. The mannerisms. . artist . the very personality of the these are re-created perfectly by Victor's new and exclusive principle of ‘matched impedance.’’ Only in the liv- ing presence of the singer can you hear The Orthophonic Victrola furnishes the finest music The Four-forty is $165, list price. for the home such music as the Orthophonic Victrola brings to your fireside. An unlimited source of home-entertainment Without regard to hour, day, or season, the new Orthophonic Victrola is ready to entertain you and your friends with music of your own choosing. No mat- ter what the type of music—operatic, symphonic, popular song or spirited dance—it will be sung or played by the world’s foremost artists—V sctor artists! If you have not yet heard the new Orthophonic Victrola play the new Orthophonic Victor Records, you can- not conceive of the tremendous strides The New Orthophonic VICTOR TALKING MACHINE CO ——JOHN McCORMACK. that have been made in the science of sound-reproduction. Critics, musicians and music- lovers have been simply amazed that any instrument could achieve such flaw- less realism, such naturalness of tone. The new Orthophonic Victor Records rival in importance the invention of the Orthophonic Victrola itself, as a contri- bution to better music in the home. They re- produce tones that are neither too soft nor too loud, but full, round, mellow, natural. These new records play on any instrument .and greatly zmprove its playing quality! Let your ears tell you what words cannot. Go to your nearest dealer and ask for a demonstration of the new Orthophonic Victrola. There are many beautiful models, from $95 to $300, list price. Silent electric motor ($35 extra) eliminates wind- ing. You play . . . and enjoy. ictrola CAMDEN, N. J., U.S.A.