The Saturday Evening Post 1927-06-25: Vol 199 Iss 52

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THE SATU £0. ST rnEerorr CARD May Edginton—William Hazlett Upson—Gifford Pinchot—Harry F. Guggenheim Richard Washburn Child— Eleanor Mercein—Charles Brackett —George Pattullo

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The hardest crop to raise—vabies! How important it is that the first solid food be wisely selected. For over thirty years physicians have advised mothers to start their babies on one food which they say is ideal—Cream of Wheat. 1. It is wonderfully rich in the energy substance that baby needs so urgently. 2. Itisin just the simple form that baby’s inexperienced little stomach can handle most easily. CFR E E—sa mple box of Cream of Wheat and author- itative booklet, ‘‘The Important Business of Feeding Children.”’ Write today. Dept. A-15, Cream of Wheat Co., Minneapolis, Minn.

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST One Lair of thes Lasts longer than any th e Smart Socks youve ever worn - ree The new way of knitting brings a unique feature. Wear is multiplied amazingly . . . Sheer and webby silks in striking colors spell Fifth Avenue HERE'S a unique rea- son for the wear these new-type socks are giving. It lies in a revolutionary feature that covers one small inch of space. That is hidden to the eye. The foot itself can feel it. You find it in fine socks known the world over for their smartness. And because this feature follows a newly discovered and scientific principle of knitting, wear is multiplied 3 to + times. The socks toe — where most out wear first — 1s now the longest wearing part of all. By a new knit- ting process, a special wear-resisting unique mixtures thread is woven into the tip and over the top of the toe. from glove-tight fit A simple idea, yet months elapsed in find here. finding how to do it. Hundreds of tests were made, thousands of experiments. Only tas and $1 for the finest silks. New machines were built at great expense. Wide variety of other materials tor 30 Then followed the socks known to the Some specially priced lisle numbers 7 world as Ex Toe. three pairs for $l. Get some today Smartness comes from sheer silks and sure they're Ex Toe HOLEPROOF HOSIERY COMPANY, MILWAUKEE, WISCONSIN HOLEPRO Money cannot buy more style than [foleproot f/x loe Hasiery " I om lively color the 11 1?1} Liiini around OF HOSIERY COMPANY OF CANADA, LIMITED, LONDON, ONTARIO

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST WHY ARE DIXIE WEAVE SUITS SO COOL? Because of the porous airy wool or worsted fabrics Why are Dixie Weaves so stylish? Because the fabrics hold the style that’s tailored into them Why are Dixie Weave suits so economical? Because Hart Schaffner & Marx through great volume and specialization raise quality standards and keep prices down Hart Schaffner & Marx Chicago London New York

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Published Weekly George Horace Lorimer EDITOR The Curtis Publishing Frederich 8. Bigelow, A.W. Neo Th stain, Wes » omas B.C ey WS Company B. Y. Riddell, Thomes L. Masson Cyrus H.K. Curtis, President ‘ t C. H. Ludington, Vice-President and Treasurer Entere “ TF AT OKO RA ID I $1 JR By MAY BZDGINTON ILLUSTRATED BY ARTHUR WILLIAM BROWWSA

She Cried in Dismay and Confusion, “‘Mr. Hamilton! You!"

OU can’t stop the sun shining.” ‘**Look at him!" said Mrs. Leave, pointing A nice t, I don't thir And wher “That's no good to me; nor to any of us as I can see, Jenny Croft. Let the I says to you, Jenny, ‘Oh, my, ain't it a world!’ all you answe Oh, it t so bad barmy old sun shine! What do I see of it—-me on me knees scrubbin’ al] day, You can’t stop the sun shining.’”’ or chasin’ up and down them stairs as dark as night, fetchin’ and carryin’; or “Nor a man fightin’ if ’e’s insulted,” said Mr. Leave with a dre stoopin’ over the washtub, or walkin’ about till dawn wiv a teethin’ baby? You talk! ““Who insulted you, George Leave?’ You talk, my girl. Well, you ain’t dragged into the life yet; you don’ know. Only “T can’t quite recall.” experience learns us women. I can’t hardly remember what it was to feel like you feels, “Who did you fight?” but I know I did feel like it once. Fools, all us women. . . . You go in, George “I don’t seem just to recollect, but Leave, and p’r’aps I'll tie yer ’ead up for yer, and p’r’aps I won’t. Ain’t us women fools! “Here,”’ said Jenny. “I'll take the baby off you for a bit while you t m ul The third time in a fortnight that ’e’s “s Sitting up in a very battered wicker cradle, the baby stared ‘Here, I'll give him a hand,” said Jenny, and putting her parcel down carefully onthe chewing upon her teething ring. The three older children sat at t dark stairs, she thrust her lean and straight young shoulder under the shaking arm of mugs of tea and bread and jam, very little excited by their fat Mr. George Leave. “You young ones all right?”’ Jenny demanded, advancing upon then “That Danby boy, ’e’s got more to answer for than anybody,” said George's wife; “Children’s always all right, Jenny, when they're eatin’,’’ from the “no good to nobody, and ’e don’t belong ’ere. George was just ’aving a game of darts all they want; and then off out to play in the Rose and Lily when in comes Danby and starts settin’ the men against each other. “We was all young once,” said Mr. George Leave What's it to ’im if there’s a wife at ’ome? And here’s George been and got his head **Let me see my li'l’ children ’appy, is all I asks.” broke, third time in a fortnight. Sit there, and I ‘ope you're ashamed of yourself.”’ His wife flew about in an astonishing way for one who looked Assisted through the dark hallway by his wife and the young lodger frum upstairs, water from the kettle into a tin bowl, producing rags and s Mr. George Leave sat where they plumped him down and surveyed the scene through Then the baby saw Jenny Croft, and bouncing in }

the one eye that remained open. And Jenny took her and carried her away, out of the fetid roon

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singing a little to her as they went, so that doors opened here and there, and heads looked out~-women’'s heads t unfriendly That you, Jenny?” ‘“‘Got the baby ag’in, Jenny? My, ere's been a fight at the Rose and Lily, ain’t there?” How’s her teeth comin’, Jenny? “Jenny, you're a i girl.’ Jenny Croft answered them with nods and smiles Lewis Heiner heard the sound of the singing and opened his door too—a floor lower than the room whither Jenny and the baby were bound—and looked out. He was in his

hirt—a boiled shirt—and braided evening trousers, and he was in the act of drying soapy hands upon a towel. Lewis He the only man—-except the waiters who lodged there-——who ever went out from Greengrove Alley in eve- waiters so often Or if he but the restaurant going— rendered him ning dress many } coming and nconspicuous were conspicuous, It was not offensively so “Jenny!” ‘Good evening, Mr shame getting off that kid o: os you lugging it up you again; ill these stairs! You'll spoil our You're lovely not meant for this kind of ng. My word,itisa hame | like the baby’s com- ‘Ah, you're a kind girl, lenny, to anyone except me. What about a bit of dinner and the } tures one night? Do ‘Il can’t say You're won't Keep you here going out— 1 talking “Well, I am going out, as it happens; to the West End tonight to join ttle party at the Palace Hotel Know Beauti- ful place, all gilt dec- going uf Oxford for dinner. the place? and oration piusn } Handsome! panel Cake you there one night. You must t me give you a are 4 * Hope you have a good time.” She passed up- the head taid ward, baby’s comiorta- bly against her cheek. She un- the her room, her parce 1 of and « locked door of dumped work down, arried the baby over to the epen window. They both “1 looked out the baby’s head presse d aga t Jenny's, her in- nocent eye nqulring of such a work into Greengrove Alle green in that he only trees in it were the tall tenement h spring evening. Nota a cut above its immediate ouses st the pale sky of a 1 that; hbors, Primrose Street and Summer Street, but for all

neg that, bearing tothem a relationship of sinister closeness. There were single rooms in Greengrove Alley in which whole families lived in much the same condition as pigs a small sty, and again there were rooms, respectably clean, proudly held by but a single occupant, such as Lewis Heiner, who wanted a « heap place to sleep and breakfast in, so that he could cut more of a figure during his leisure; Jenny; such as cing out and down into the spring dusk— which was extraordinarily sweet—she saw Bad John Danby standing at the corner near the Rose and Lily, talking with two or three girls on their way back from wo His tattered and dirty jacket buttoned closely up neck, collar upturned—one knew exactly why, in neighborhood—his broken shoes, neither black nor brown now, that had been built and brogued by a West or she didn’t know what was what; his old felt kend maker

THE SATURDAY EVENING POST hat pulled low over his white face; his hands in his empty pockets; his defiant smile on his lips—she saw it all this spring evening just as she had seen it now for weeks beginning when? She remembered clearly. Beginning one snowy day in January when first she had seen him loafing down the street as she passed by with her parcel of finished work heavy on her arm. Yes, remembered with photographic clearness her first sudden sight of him. In January there had been a shirt under the gray flannel coat. The ,brogued shoes had been, then, distinctly brown; terribly worn, they had yet shown a nice mahogany color that had drawn comments from those waiting for opening time at the Rose and Lily. He was both liked and hated in Greengrove Alley, Prim- she where he had some sort He knew rose Street and Summer Street He was both admired and derided. but his accent was the of lodging. the ry horse form of ev running;

Le Maur Exctaimed, Watching Her Face, ‘That's the Look I Want. The One You Have Now"’ accent of public school and university. He played darts with fiendish skill for his drinks at the Rose and Lily, in the evenings; but also, now and again—such as the time when Fit Boy, that outsider, won the Durham Handicap—he spent all he had on standing treat like a prince. He could take any man’s girl from him with just a look from his derisive, defiant eyes. Only, he didn’t really try. That was what piqued the younger women—the ones who weren't too tired to wonder—of Greengrove Alley, Prim- rose Street and Summer Street. He passed on, the girls with him, arguing about some- thing. Jenny Croft thought she knew what it was. She knew those girls, specially that red-headed one. The headed one was offering to stand treat at the pictures, but the boy Danby would say ‘‘No.’’ Doubtless he would add ‘thank you.” The girls parted from him and went their ways. appeared round the corner. Mrs. Leave came out below and ran across to the Rose and Lily with a pint jug And rather in a hurry, on the other side walked a short slender black figure—the

red- He dis- from in her hand. of the street

June 25,1927 Reverend Matthew Hamilton, curate in charge of the par- ish —on some errand of comfort. Just opposite the tenement from an upper window of which Jenny Croft leaned he slackened; he looked up. It seemed impossible that he should see her, so high there, and dusk gathering, but yet she saw his face upraised and his hand upraised; and he did not briefly touch a finger to the brim of his hat, as ordinarily he greeted his women parishioners in this neighborhood, but just for a moment he took the hat off, holding it against his breast as if in a dumb quick gesture of obeisance. The baby looked meekly forth upon the world. Her helplessness, her innocence, stupendously incred- ible, tugged Jenny’s heart held by Jenny's hand upon the window le dge, soft and sagging, was trustful- Her body, She gnashed her hot gums less feverishly upon the teetl g ring, seemed at peace. Yet petually she inquired, lean- ing there lley, held by Jenny’s firm ness incarnate and per-

over Greengrove thin young hand. In answer to the inquiry of her baby eyes, Jenny wanted to show ier something lovely. ** Look, baby, there's little kling star.” Jenny wondered

rather tfully to herself about the baby. soon shne would be able to tot- ter on her own two fect, holding to a *; soon she would now to guard her own slab of bread and jam; soon she go to the in- S< hool; soon yes would be soon the pink of untried babyhood leave her lor presently she would cheeks an ill-fed pallor; would be able to take her turn at running over to the Rose and Lily with a pint jug for the supper beer. a kt te Jenny Yet hardly knew. said why she It had her own had risen out of it strong been much life; and she and supple, ardent ; and WIS¢ learning avidly in day schools and night schools, and in the varied schools of workshop street. She had om Ol and a re he r own, illed tailoress, earning her two pounds a It crept that she was fortunate in being was a swift and sk week; and the splendid future was all before her. into her mind sometimes entirely alone; no parents now, no brothers, no sisters, no one. *“Oo!”’ murmured the baby. drowsy eyes as she beheld the moon over the housetops. No drags, no burdens, no family enemies Her eyelids lifted over her Little twinkling stars were hardly bright enough to catch her vague attention, but she saw the moon. “Lovely moon!” Jenny cuddling her. The baby smiled. then quite suddenly upon its meek neck seemed to melt in her body. She was spineless, replied in a joyous whisper, And drooped her head » wanted.

She ‘ she fell asleep; she lower and lower; all the little bones resistless, defenseless. She slept with a passion of preoccupation with sleep, intensely. Jenny sat with her in the wickerwork armchair. The room darkened. Only the moon threw beams across the floor. From the chair, Jenny, looking upward, could see the sky—the smoky sky of East London, but moon and stars were in it. She felt—as she often felt—a vague and wonderful excitement. She knew this was not all; this stitching of seams with a whirring machine; this cleaning room; this Spartan discipline of the lest and scouring of a body never relaxed lest ) } lest some sudden hot weak ening to the pleasures of the town should tumble about her

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the edifice of life was building up stone by tone. She had never seen, even In dreams, the edifice; she didn’t k what it was like cathedral or gin On! 1 now palace, y in her vague and wonderful excitement she felt that life had in store for her flames of glory; battles that ecstasies and wild she would fight only across the ramparts she herself had thrown up. How intensely the baby slept! And then, there was Mrs. Leave tapping on the door, opening it, peering in, and ex- “Why, | ' did see a girl like you claiming you're all in the dark, Jenny! I never ‘It’s better for them to sleep in the dark.” ‘“When you're married and done for like the rest of us you won't worry about light and dark, so long as there's It’s peaceful up here, I will say.” She walked to the “Pretty it looks, don’t it? As ong as you don’t look down.” leep. window and looked out. “Mr. Leave asleep now?” “Trust him.” She turned and took the limp baby from Jenny’s lap. ‘You got your work to do, I suppose. Thank you for your Sut, my! With your looks and figure, I'd strike out for myself, if 1 was you. Why don’t you let that fellow Heiner take you out?” Jenny. You're a good girl. kindness, “Heiner? “He'd spend a bit on you. Sometimes he makes as much as six or seven pound a week, he was telling George. Extra ” time. You could marry him, I dare say ‘“*Heiner!”’ si Well, won't you? you'll ’ave to someone some fine day, We ‘Some fine day, I suppose, I shall.” marry all do.” And she seemed to feel the baby still pressing its warmth and softness against ner breast. “You're You dreamy p sometimes. a good girl, Jenny, but you’re too dreamy. ones find yourselves havin’ to wake up pretty sna right.” “yp } 1) I’m awake all ‘Sittin’ in the ” Well, At the door she turned, sagging with the baby’s weight: Danby gets throwed of this moonshine! good night out that young ‘*Don't Clench Your Fists at Me, My Girl. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST neighborhood. Alwayseggin’ the men on to some n I saw ‘is landlady yesterday, from Summer Street said she wasn't goin’ to let ’im ‘ave the roon ‘ t week if ’e couldn't pay cash. All ’e does for ‘er 1 bit help with errands and mending anything about t and so on. could lett! You can't But as she says she and sixpence hard cas} says. We all know it’s the poor that ‘elps the poor, but ’¢ ain’t one of our kind anyway, and never wa I)’s a sort of gentleman. That’s why all the girls are y ove I ‘ope ‘e gets t! rowed out.” Then, at midnight, as she folded up the last of the waist coats she had stit hed he heard the shuffling on the land door. It didn’t mean that the emy ty Opposite Was letagain. No Heiner. And she had forgotten to turn the key in her lo after Mrs. Leave. ing at top pressure to get it all done by ing outside her she knew what it meant — young She had been so busy machining, work tomorrow morning as she promised. She jumped up, but before she had reached the door, Heiner was inside it, leaning against it His fawn overcoat hung open over his dinne icket suit and his felt hat was still on his head “Jenny! Heard you working away and come up to say night-night to the best girl in the street.” “Get out!” “Not at all, my dear. I want a long talk with you.” He enunciated carefully, and she knew that he had drunk too much. Of course he had; didn’t all men if they could get it? “I understand. Now, Jenny, what’s it you have But it’s Besides, I don’t allow ger haven't climbed these stairs for nothing, kindly against me?” too late to come up here and talk now. tlemer up my room.” The word “gentlemen”’ pleased his ear. “I We all know that. Good girl, Jenny. Dashed sight too There’s nothing in it, Jenny f Now look here. Listen to me. know that good. girl. nothing in it for a You've got nothing against me. You-—-you—you be my girl, el “Get out.” ‘I don’t like your manner of speaking. I'll get out wh I choose, and not a moment before, and don't you mak OV yor dadown our arm make it ip. The é strength she hadn't with the coaxing sm Now the tr yyie beg Claw at his impris free one. They strug window, and other ur houses opposite ‘ the road. * Dor ‘tcelawn Oo his teetl nd the he with a peculla r didn't ever oO ne fight teet iw, he fo t. He nd « y keep one ‘ } e somehow. force tood e. The Ile Wi wo t wo n oO *Now r There are Two Can Play at Hitting’ Cw ) ‘ 11 W ' ‘ } Wi } Oo Continued on Page 90

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6 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 25,1927 Vig BAT WILE Ole Walle ILIEWIElES Twenty Feet Deep and Still Rising STREAM of coming off a Miles on miles of waste of yellow water was the back- ground, dotted on the near edge by tops of chimneys and tops of trees poking out of the down-marching eddies, buzzards swinging and wheeling over them in the sun. The children refugee children steel barge! endless cry aloud with pain, for the steel rail of the barge has baked hot in the Mississippi spring- time and it burns their bare feet. And a government expert solemnly mum- bles figures into one’s ears. He says that this sliding sea of the Father of Waters represents ainage of more than 40 per cent of the whole United States! ‘‘Great Scott, man,” || ‘‘where would we be without , the ar he is saying, this river? It waters and drains nearly 1,250,- ’ . i] Now let me show you in | | 000 square miles. figures the total length of levees and - During the war we had several years to absorb some conception of the battle fronts. It is not certain that anyone ever really did absorb it. Only a few wieks have we had to conceive the magnituc+ of the Battle of the | Levees. Its action has been only a few weeks long and its extent larger in terms of miles than any other battle line of contending forces ever known in this old world’s chronicles. Probably no one will ever see the whole pic- 1] ture, or conceive it. The Red Cross worker throws up her hands and says, “I feel like an ig the Twentieth Century Limited ant watch | rhe ne wspaper correspondent un- 1] ZO by ee his legs on the porch of a country hotel built on an isolated bluff—an island in the flood which has gobbled enough territory to cTosses cut the country down to forty-five states in- lof forty-eight. He throws his cigarette direction of the mules hitched to the rail at the general store across the way and says, ‘‘ There’s no use in exaggeration is what [say. What difference does it make whether 200,000 or 460,000 people need help now?” A Panorama Through a Pinhole N°? ONE, even in the lower reaches of the ly awed; no one can con- valley, is rea ceive enough at any one time to be much awed. The adventurer in observation and analysis who has come now into the valley might look at this flood as one who tries to see a panorama through a pinhole. One is given a peep through the microscope and sees an y cut features, with old woman, crinkled bronze skin, finely mouth and thin pursed lips through three- grown square, quarters of a century trying to hold land her ancestors wrested from the natural domain of the river she nods in the sun drowsily, with a mahogany box in her lap contain- ing the Bible with the family record in it. She has toted it By Richard Washburm Clailld! wstsro« Blowing Up a Levee The Third Explosion Iam reminded of the same problem before me at the Russian situation all the human beings, or Vague, vast and unreal Front and in the western during thewar. Somenow it ts magnified drama of single else the masses, dimensions seen teles« opically ‘ distances, There is nothing in between more normal, more Moving figures water digestible for other minds. one negro pulling something under g which comes to the top and proves to bea imi tloods Ss ol figures of river-gauge marks for the of the 40’s, 1882, 1912, 1922. It is a dead wildcat floating by with —— ference of governors, cabinet officers, engi- cookstove—or columns and col one eye still Open—or a con- neers, bankers, dealing with yards, amortization, sectior cubic cTOSS charted curves, credits, carloads of supplies, rainfall and coordination. The River’s Reénforcements B' T of course there is, as there was in the war, the battle line. That is where the fight is. Not against man, but man power against the river—the subtle, shifting, uncertain river in its record offensive, roar- cover of the dark man ing here, stealing under The R.H.L. Above Holland's Landing through these flooding waters many a time before. She and the Mississippi are old fightingfriends. One is given a peep through the binoculars as the airplane flies over the tawny Sahara of waters and sees mere expanse —expanse Moving, toward the Gulf Did they say that expanse slipping from under one, And there is the headful of statistics. 280,000,000,000 cubic feet of water slid past every day? Then near the Front the spies of the man army are across square miles of No Man’s Land. sent out for readings of gauges, airplanes cir- cle in the blue or gray skies, returning with their photographs and their scout data. The yet uncertainly telephone wires, swinging \ above whole counties and parishes, send in reports from levee boards and railway officials and the government meteorological experts like the great oracle and prophet Dr. Isaac M Cline—act as the center of the intelligence service, and this intelligence headquarters the United States Weather Bureau—tells the army holding back the invader what the enemy probably will do, where the Father of Waters is massing his attack, where he is get ting his reénforcements, where he will call on the cavalry of the wind to aid in his charges, | what redoubts he will storm ten days from now, what effect it will have to blow up a crevasse, admit the enemy and cut off a de- || tachment of waters from the main body. And the dead wildcat floating by yesterday — in the Mississippi still casts his one open dead eye at the sky, watching it turn from blue to gray, from gray to menacing black, watching some new rain volun- fall of rain augmenting the rain recruits, the teers whose forces rather than those of the upriver tributary flows have this time been the main divisions and the shock troops of the conquering river. The toward the ramparts arrives at the top, sees the dead convict carrying sandbags up the incline negro

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 7 wildcat and a house rolling over and over and all the Hoover and Da we popular on the to t nr n-pictu r r eed aw flotsam and jetsum in this bow! for which the horizon is the flood; there was a nonpartisan Ame an. directne j Phe W of the ‘ ‘ i i edge, with barns and logs and deceased cows and pigs like simplicity about them bot! hey did not go sight-seeing like ind leve« ‘ iw t croutons In a purée, and he says, ** Mississip’, yo ain’t no like some Paul Revere polit ins to old estat ind nm M pt ind the M | ‘ t t y { St. Lawrence River! Cain’t yo wait till yo get tothe Gulf parks, to banquets and newspaper ! e I i Nia " An engine " befoh yo start makin’ these yere Great Lakes?” little and appeared to take seriously the impet ny disa y to me that Nat And where he and the re gular and volunteer troops which might prove the worst the yuntry is eve now! Wat mu mor iro fil t on the ramparts there is the battle line. There are The y were not there to settle the future wit! oO il und notion to go b to eo j I hae ‘ many sectors, but that battle line in its entirety -look garrulous reporter till blew the nodding w ‘ now! —is the longest battle line of all recorded warfare, They came to learn and not to teach tl ‘ And I lew over the lowland, and d “ ‘ ‘ for it is more than 1600 miles in length. And at least was asking the Secretary of Commerce whether it was not lown into the M 600 miles of this is standing in the way of the sho« K troops true that the yreatest rele! problem would me wher irious Ww! of this tlood the batiled and beaten and be t 500,000 started to re Aftera t was at pilav of the w I wanted to see the battle. The wounded and the claim their alluvial pla and men -the hundreds of thousar t refugees behind the lines one can see late - and the Boom! The two tor ol dynamite and giant powae nad i there was the rea! |} ynit There w the chronicle of the vast but incredibly swift-action campaign lifted a half acre of bu ot iy into the air and the Chere were the levee It of the United States to give relief and pro From \ irg dow t \A tection, warning and comfort will still be The expert t } t est! there when the issue of the conflict is decided. alwa 1 crest of the rive As the M There is drama in the relief work. There ouri, the Arkansas, the Red R | is drama in that seethe of controversy and their cor pted iota, the rest move probable distortion which is bound to follow outhward, sometimes fast, sometime yw wherever politicians come in covered with and usua these ed agent nt Une é foam to tell nonpartisan engineers all the gence sé e of mankind know tomorrow dreams known to Welsh rabbits. But the and ten days from now where the tw real drama is the battle, and the battle is the ‘ It n ng to le “ t t Battle of the Levees. iyreata iting arn water I grea Before I started I joined the party of in- yw from vict of the ‘ iinst t pection under Secretary of War Davis and evees above \ irg on the west bank Secretary Hoover just in time to see the ipies new don ar es toward jo further opening of the Cwrnarvon Crevasse ng the reénforcement ym the Red Rive below New Orleans. It had already sucked and Old Rive ind the M | it not enough water out of the lower end of the flood faster in fifteen milk i tow 1 t! stream to flatten the river a little for miles mass attack on Bayou des Glaise and the and miles toward Baton Rouge. Out of the countryside known by it ne as the Suga main stream of the Mississippi was pouring Bow! of Louisiana a roarin®’, tossing, foaming flood between the raw edges of that levee, cut by dynamite; the The River Seeks its Own great maw of many square miles of lowland where endless acres of rich lands and homes, fen reenforcement reep five—ter sacrificed for the city, were swallowing lake twenty-five miles into the interior, where after lake. my train wheels a few days later roiled up a But the jaws had to be pried farther apart, | spray, and a string Ol lreight cars and Oli Car and so nearly a ton of dynamite was planted caught on a lower tier of tracks, are slum] over toward houses where negro mammi« in that best of all levee material, gumbo and buckshot clay, which is heavy and sticky still wave aprons from second-story window and black, and would in fact make bullets They creep down to join in mass attacks or when dry. The wind blew a gentle breeze a besieged mankind. They creep along, dr across the heads of wild flowers on the banks. ing cows and calves, pigs and chickens, ho dogs, house cats and the wild things of the woods, and sometimes engull them ali with a Strategy in the War final snap of the Jaws of the flood over some oe HOOVER, who is the most | sland in this new desert of thin yellow sou WJ unassuming official within a thousand Buzzards and hawks and wild turkeys dr ounties, talked with everyone and neverthe | water from the tops of tre nd ghtene less was thinking all the time according to fish, running up the bayous, twist and turr his h t His habit is the habit of one who, | below the surface of t} mitie potage ol! whatever may be his limitations in the art of water and fertile silt politics, is always interested in the job, the The battle of the river, I have learne W rk, the construction, the building, the goal, the battle for its unredeemed territory the end first, and in Hoover's prestige or tured by ma tht Clike ind vees, | ieep or food or feelings only later on and eternal incur the alluvial soll wi there is no later on with Hoover. There is by right is the I t tory of flood always the next job. He said he smelled a [ is the river’s Alsace and Lorraine, its Italiar strange odor. It came from one of those alco Just Above Murphy Irredenta, its Hungarian Trans) inia, it hol } lants of the delta. Continued on Page 144 Picking Up Refugees in a Gas Boat Just Above Spanish Fort

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INTERLUDE a chapter in Emily and the girl, instinct tne ioves Oj Esteban which with the wise hoarding ut away unread, t were, in the treasure box ious memory; as women W put away a first g ring -they are more areless with the second one —or photograph taken at eighteen, OI a baby’s tooth ‘Some day,” they promise themselves, ‘*some ral des} erate sort of day, when everything goes wrong, and the wind howls in the chim- and nobody is at hand to ney, juarrel with, we will take these out and gloat over them and be urselves again " For eve ry hu- i0ws in his soul that do man being kr only at hfe'’s great moment we approximate ourselves It came to Emily just after "Nacio’s little tragi- the end of the sudden need to omedy remember that even in eager teou youth there are idyls which remain idyls, times when everything comes r ght, almost lespite ourselves. owled in the chim- the No wind h ney that night, no rain fell; moon made an aureole about i the hills as lf it were still her ine d r Withindoors, him ilone for the first time n the house of her husband’s eople -for the Urruty retired the fire on the hearth for eerily aware of shadows which danced, company, the flickering of the flames, portraits ol persons strange since dead; over out of ong faded, ghostly banners which had passed long into history “What are or 1 to them?” ince these people to me she thought quite suddenly, feeling herself to be one only with the flickering danced through the strange old house into outer shadows that darkness, leaving no trace. She went to the open door, across whose threshold slept Nagarro, actively as an old dog sleeps, with spasmodic feet mak- ‘Surely r the gesture of running and red yelps as he hased through fields Elysian the rabbits of yesterday. Nothing is more lonely than moo rht to young who have nobody to share it lig the recalled with a shudder her first sight of the yacht Gathid, sailing off, as it was sailing now into just And then, far away down the valley, she heard the faint, windy note of a basauflite. The curtain of reality rolled up upon magic. such a mist of moonlight, without her. They had returned, she and her spinster friend, after much fruitless wandering, to the little house in St.-Jean-de- Luz, known to Emily affectionately as chez Dibbs. Doubt- ] . + bore some more pretentious name on its note Aux Acacias, or Villa of the Four Winds, or possi- , any one of which would have been ap- iC8SS it paper bly Lavender Lan propriate enough. But for practical purposes it was known to its vicinity as chez Dibbs. The little garden of it soil which are forever England,” with box and wallflowers, one of those ‘‘ corners of a foreign and as many other British things as the climate permitted to blend with the exotic note of yucca and bamboo stepped down by terraced stages to a bit of beach, which at high tide the Bay of Biscay overspread to lap, not always too gently, at the foot of the stout stuccoed wall. A blue- toned wall it was, from much spraying of its vines with tur- ju opperas, and topped by a small shrine containing THE SATURDAY EVENING POST By ELEANOR MERCEIN ae os You Don't Intend to Push a Bicycle From Peak to Peak Among the Pyrenees?’’ ‘‘Why Not?’"’ an image of Our Lady of the Waters; for while Miss Dibbs worshiped in the Anglican communion, she had her artist’s sympathy for picturesque details of the Roman creed. ‘I always feel,’’ she explained to her young companion, ‘that the more things one is able to believe in, and the more people, the more one is likely somehow to get some- where with it all in the end —if you know what I mean.” Emily did not, but she was always quite willing to take her friend’s vague and kindly sentiments on faith. The spinster was at wit’s end how to console a young widow who was so awkwardly not quite a widow; one who could not even permit herself the sorry comfort of wearing crape for a husband she had not got. Religion, she felt, was indicated; yet one hesitated to intrude on another's What to do to assuage a grief privacy in such matters. it seemed slightly impreper to discuss’ Poor dear young Mr. Wallace, she sighed inwardly; if only he had thought to insist upon a deathbed wedding or It could not really have mattered juite as ro- something of the sort! much to him; everything would have been « and so much more comfortable for all concerned. mantic, But the honor of a gentleman, as Miss Dibbs had been taught to know it, seemed to be entirely out of fashion Not that she wished in any ike petticoats nowadays way to criticize the dead. TLLUSTRATEDO June 25,1927 BY H. WES TOWN TAYLOR been tried and It did not offer perhaps to a vel had found wanting sufficient novelty young woman born, as it were Mis next best suggestion Was mu upon the ¥ Though I realize, my amused by a play “Why “Tf there are any amu not?” interpolated Emily. ing plays.” = till,” Dibbs irrelevance, don't formances ent, what | Miss this went or ignoring ‘I always feel you? that musical per f are somehow differ tactfully more elevating, if you know mean; better suited to the requirements of a nature which— which does not find it e| juite attune to anything * She was becom t i oid nae T ererenct to her friend's gri ‘What I mean to say 1 weil, opera, { example. Oh, not the frivolo French or Italiar ort, nat rally! But something really ubstantial, like Tannhiiuser Loheng Do ‘ not ee aeure ¥ ul t I ( ertised Ipor the } might prove hee n kim elt tm t. The ippened to be in Rome at the time in¢ ‘ i ‘ } { Wag . n Ita But te Ww vere CC t t e Swan I as lV W } ttle yentier r F + mail fitted him or to and who made up i: t whatever lacked in a Was not entirely cheering Miss Dibbs next turned he beneficent intent toward the gaming tables, they having re t t rr hy th tin t y urned by this time to St.-Jea de-Luz, where the girl became visibly more apathetic ana d ¢ before he eyes Sp the ne tabie panacea Britis i been de ed Phe thought « exhausted he tte e did t trouble to unpack her riding , Still gayly tented and lively despite the lateness of the she declined t “IT do not think I shall ever swim again,’’ she said quietly Her friend made a sound of dismay. ‘“‘But why not? clothes; and as for the plage season, vo near it Even people in quite deep mourning bathe, you know, and you always look so sweet in the water.’”’ She recalled wit! regret a vision of the slim young rose-white body candidly revealed by its clinging maillot, the exquisite curve of it as dived, the surprising strength and speed of the girl’s } sne easy stroke. ‘“‘T seem to have lost my nerve,”’ impulse explained why. “‘You know, I nearly drowned once there in the surf at Biarritz. A man saved me.”’ ‘““A Man! How perfectly romantic! Who asked the spinster eager] said Emily, and on a was he rly. murmured Emily; and waited, the time ‘‘He was a Basque,” hoping to be asked more questions, hoping that had come for her to be able to talk of Esteban at last. But the good Amelia was not intuitive. ‘‘Oh, only a What a pity! I she sighed. ‘*So, of course, nothing came of it,” repeated Emily native. So, of course, nothing came of it,”’ under h r breath f5,] t | t cheerful She had grown listless again, with that polite, listlessness Miss Dibbs had come to dread far more than

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and with reason melancholy taken, though step-tuking was a left usually to less hesitant natures Steps had clearly to be proce THE SATURDAY EVENING POST “Quaint, indeed,”” murmured Emily suppose, with chopsticks set ““No-o, I hadn’t heard of Amelia Dibb “ Really, I see no reason,”’ she announced one morning, eyes brightened with the possibility My dear, w t Lime had really with that false, brisk matter-of-factness affected by the give a little mah-jongg party ourselve yh, a quite sma i dentist or photographer about to go into action, “‘why you and informal one, of course —~and serve our tea wit M L) ‘ should not take up cards now, my love. One finds them, as sticks? Or rather our muffins and cakes r lama i i i t one grows older, such a consolation. Not for stakes, of tea would be rather difficult to serve with chopstich house “ course But bridge, if you prefer tances, u certain wistfulness sacrifices on the altar of friendship had missed her little rubber imily replied with some obtusenes cards for in any The only thing that made bridge bearable, she said, higher stake than one could possibly afford ‘Then,’ suggested her hostess, still br try mah-jongg.” ““Must we?”’ murmured her guest. This pastime, out of China by America, as it were, was being played at the moment by “Just an elaborate sort of dominoes, you know. Such a pretty idea, I always think, n and flowers and so on—so Chinese. at play, in pagodas, to the song « mean the bullfinch >» ‘Possibly the bullfrog,’ suggested Emily, whose mental 5 association of the Chinese was largely with restaurants or laundries ” sound I should not call the ing, should you, dearest? parties people give are you know, and Oriental written up and down like Chinese c terns, prizes, body wearing those Chinese embroidered bed jackets, if the y’ve got them.” that would hardly be suitable in the tragic just a little neighborly hand at whist, or merely for points.” Amelia Dibbs knew how to make her m, particularly when played for points all the civilized world. made by * demurred her friend. really quite too quaint naracters, cireum- don’t you think i “By all means,” agreed Emily, kissing her, “‘let us take wl She spoke with up mah-jongg at once and give a chopstick part ] burn to ] Te: t begin.” you not 1? The none better but she “You will not regret it, lam sure.”” M Dibbs sighed | y all ¥ with relief at her success. ‘‘ Many of my friend lite d idio to do it that she disliked vote their lives to mah-jongg nowadays, and one poor you that a stu dear was positively saved by it from going toad ne sne went on t was a although Scottish Presbyterian by birth. Far You se ght to serve one she lost her Aberdeen, who had been like a ct i to her to had naturally to ightly, ‘‘we must years and years and years.” estab nent d ““A sort of perennial child?’’ murmured Emily things Basque, s! “What is it?” “Yes. They are that way,” replied the spinster si nme de menage “They manage to play quite sweetly always, even their hind legs become a little wabbly.’ ling I 1andsome one that she really felt she had to use it. And _ ber of the now she Carries it about with her everyyv ) had not come up with the breakfast tray for his morning’s as they sugar, there he lay But I cannot dwell upon it!”’ obliging She touched her handkerchief to her eyes; Miss Dibbs had tar frogs quite sit herself lost Aberdeens in her day. ‘*My poor friend was é linary ma “But the utterly inconsolable. Her maid told me she found the tea paper lan- pillow every morning wet with tears —my friend’s pillow, The connection and name cards you know, not the dog’s. And then, for Christmas, her guest, whose men and every- nephew in Scotland sent her a mah-jongg set; such a_ the Urruty house ise her e Was a i j ! WwW vot ' y eX ¢ ‘ r Ss \ i WhierTeda be se it ( , “You see, Margitte is quite a supe “Who —the Scottish Presbyterians?” asked Em y, in fact she has ‘land nthe su aming the counters for winds rather bewildered. 30 quaintly; though I doubt w One fancies mandarins “Oh, my dear, I was referring to the Scottish terriers,” than a hut anda e and a pigper f the bulbul—or do I. said Miss Dibbs. ‘‘And then one morning when my friend to keep a pig, no matter how poor t went to his little pillow in the dining room to se hy he for a m was | 1 i so, J was plainer to M ) t ed t 1a y Continued on Page nat cot , ‘ ‘ ) ‘ , ) a ‘ t } y eX t here t re YY t ‘ \ T 4 1 me whi ‘ i iT ’ r ) t to he ture t imer a It Was Not Daphne Whose Voice Spoke From the Laurel Bush, But the Femme de Menage

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10 THE SATURDAY Tillie TIN L “Get Out and Crank Her Up!" ‘‘Get Out?’’ Said Pudgy. By William llazlett Upson BEHIND the lines near Montzeville, A he time of the Argonne affair, Two weary privates, one afte rnoon, Was bru shing their horses’ hair. FLL VY The names of these privates was Pudgy Monroe And Curtis Augustus Lee; T} y both of them was drivers é In the field artille ry. And here they was, at the picke t line, Ten miles from the batte ry guns, W hich } ust at this time was up at Septsarges away at the Huns. And Pudgy Who weighed two hundred and three iful groan and said Aug istus Lee: a large we ll-padde d guy, He give a pi To Curtis It’s a hell of a life taking care of these horses, ain’t it? Grooming, feeding, watering, cleaning harness, hitching, inhitching; and then watering, feeding, grooming, and ything else all over again, day after day, month after month. The filthy brutes will be the death of me yet.” Then Private Lee—a little runt, With lots of ideas in his head He smiled a sad and bitter smile, And his is what he said: “If this life is tough for a small-town hick like you, it must be for a educated city man like me! But | ain’t going to stand for it any longer. I’m going to ferred back to the tank corps, where I was And, if you want, I'll thin what get myse lf tran before, and where I ought to be now get you a transfer too.” Anything to get out of grooming these horses!”’ said right,” said Curtis Augustus Lee, “I heard this morning that an American tank outfit has just moved in er on the other side of Montzeville. As soon as we finish oming, and before these skates get led down to water, yu and me will sneak off and go over there and apply for i transfer.’ ‘Suppose Sergeant Blake notices we’ve cut the horse watering detail?” ‘We've sneaked off before and got by with it. He'll never notice.” ‘Well, maybe not. But, after we've asked for a trans- er, how do we know they'll give it to us?” “Trust me aid Lee “What it takes to get into the I got All yo f ' ) need to do OllOW “loony and Ss TRATED Er , @TF FT So, ten minutes later, Pudgy Monroe And Curtis Augustus Lee, They started out to find the place Where the tanks was supposed to be. They left the battery picket line, And walked through the ruined town, Where a few of the houses was standing up, But most was flat on the ground. And the air was damp, and the wind was chill, And the clouds was low and gray, While a steady rumble come over the hills From the war ten miles away. And Pudgy Monroe—as he slopped through the mud, Which was plentiful thereabouts He thought some more about these tanks, And begun to have his doubts. “Suppose I get into this tank corps,”’ he said, “‘and sup- pose I don’t like it—what then?”’ ““You’re bound to like it,’’ said Lee. ‘It’s the only life for a gentleman—nothing to do all day but ride around in a swell tin limousine.” “I’m a bit leery of it,” said Pudgy. won't take us, after all.”’ Sut maybe they EVENING POST IMOUSINE “I Just Got In—and I Like to Squeezed Myself to Death Doing It’’ June 25,1927 “Wait till I talk to "em; us all right.” ‘Just what sort of an argument was you figuring on putting up?” “I’m going to tell the truth. I'll tell em that before the war they’ll take I was the best garage mechanic in all Peoria. I'll tell ’em that I enlisted in the tank corps, that I went to the tank school at Bourg, and that I know ev- erything there is to know about tanks. When they find out how good I am, they'll take it up with headquarters and have me transferred.” 3ut how about me?” “T’ll tell em you're just as good as I am, and they'll take you too.” “There’s something funny about this whole Pudgy, “T don't believe you know so much business,”’ said very doubtful. about these machines as you think you do. Didn't youonce tellme you lasted days at this tank school before they kicked you out and trans- ferred you to the artil lery?”’ only three “Yes, but a bright guy like me can learn a lot in three days.” ‘But if you was so good, it don’t seem 5S ARG reasonable that they would bounce you How you going to explain that?” I don’t need to say anything about it to these bird It’s no use to take up their time with such trifles. And it wasn’t my fault anyway. I just happened to go over a bump the first day I ever drove a tank, and the door slammed shut and like to broke my nose. So it wasn’t my fault I lost track of where I was going and ran the tank in And it wasn’t my fault “ae through the side of the mess hall. all them officers was in there having lunch at the time ‘““You never told me that before,” said Pudgy. ‘‘Some- how, I think maybe I'll stay out of this tank corps. I wouldn't feel safe with you around.” “You make me sick,” idea in life was to get away from them filthy artillery said Lee. ‘‘ You told me your one horses. You ain't changed your mind, have you?” oe No 9 “Then shut up, and come on.” J ve And Pudgy done as he was told, sa } i; And he followed aiong, un il "Tl" } } , ; > The y come at last to the olher side Of the town of Montzeville. And here the Y found fen baby lanks, Of elegant French design, 7 hal was oul ina J eld heside the road, Drawn up in perfect line. “Tuke These Two Men Back With You"’

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T) ee our ] {mericar oldier . Then over the face of Pri leé Lee ii eI } ad ¢ r k on the ne r nachine And he tepped right out i} front of he bu ch, Ti , hue 7 ¢ broken ack A-drag jing Pudgy Mo roe, j ¢ / “We have both had experience, sir,’’ he said—‘‘lots Old Pu \-looking very wise, of it.” . a “‘Good!"’ said the major. ‘How about the rest of you? But Lee

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“I’m afraid not, sir,’’ said the skinny littl And Pudgay listened to what was said 1] ° ° meh ' ¢ t é i ‘ see we was all drafted into the infantry, sir. And when we Ain't it wo \ {nd Puday bequn to frown . i . * P . ie! x % ; mhat ¢ 1 a il te you wna oa i That was painted a balileshtp gray ¢ j rigid and tf as could be. “Have any of you men ever had experience with tanks?” The sergeant made Pudgy and Lee g r And siow then ‘ : ne i asked the major. Continued on Page 105 ? 2 4] Selves in tile rear,

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12 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 25,1927 ACcCTIO By C. E. MONTAGUE HEN Christopher Bell was just fifty- — - : had taken his seat and was tenderir TWO he WOK¢t up one September m rmn- to town. | The conductor rejected the tender at sight ing to feel aslight numbness all down his right side. Some of the numbness was in “We doan't taake boottons,” he said with his right arm; a good deal of it in his right civil composure. thigh, along its outside; rather less in his right Bell examined the bright disk that he had and just a little in his head—all over offered as asixpence. Behold, a silvery trousers his right ear button! Last night it had come off, and he had percentage of a man to go to slipped it into a pocket. He put his finger tiy - He lay still for a minute, ruefully up to his eyes. “‘I’m sorry,’’ he said to let it pass off, but it didn’t. So he began to the man, as he gave the right coir to speculate. When he got up, would he be “It’s aal reet, sir,’ the conductor said able to stand and to walk straight? Would his quietly. Once he saw that no pulling of leg head go on working all right, with that bit of had been intended, hts tact and sympathy were t stiff? Just how hard a punch would it turn perfect out to be that some god or devil had given He passed on to collect other fares. But a hin the night? new care remained in Bell’s mind. Sight too He tried. Yes, he could stand, walk, dress was that going? Sight, touch, the whole sensory and shave. No portion of him was absolutely apparatus losing precision, entering on the long on strike. But the numbness went on. And slope to decay the silver cord going loose and mmehow he couldn't feel sure that some part the golden bowl cra When a man who he right flank of his body or brain would has known how to! S the t ap ol not give way, without notice, and give him a the hand of time on |} r, he has plenty opper. You never know how deliciously sure of ready prompters to ruefulne sO many have been of yourself, of every scrap of excellent poets have found handsome words irseil, all the days of your health, till some for the mists and mellow poignancy of mar mal! gadget inside you is put out of action. autumn, the lapse from old vigor and vision Bell made this deep reflection while going down- into mere drug taker’s dreams while we were stairs to his solitary breakfast. led down the avenue lined with overbl roses, to lie in the dust at its end i Bell kept his head. But his memory was ( YHRISTOPHER BELL was the reigning beginning to bulge with lovely quotations not overeign of a respectable dynasty of mer- conducive to high spirits—** Bare ruin'd choirs cha princes in Manchester. For several where late the sweet birds sang,” and all that enerations his clan had embraced the higher tot CIVIIZAation SO lar as I nglisn public sc hools and Iv universities lead to such embraces. He had i oe morning's office we did him good read with understanding and relish and he had while it lasted. He had more than most veled with open eyes. And always, till now, men of the gift of forgetting himself in the his blood had pretty well bubbled with health. excitement of getting a job to come right— any He had rowed, run, swum and ridden well. To old job-—-the dictating of letters — anything } body, at forty years old, the war had And just now the affairs of | firm were o ougnt a second boy! ood of | appy absorption uite stirring interest Like many other n efforts merely physical. had been making large losses for several ye Halfway through the war, the wife he had Bell's game was to keep these losses as low as loved in every tissue of body and soul had died he could without stopping the work and wage of something brougnt on by too passionate of a moorland villageful of people who spun erwork for the cause. The news came to and wove cotton for Bell to sell for less Kell in a hospital, where he had just begun to it cost to make it grow a new skin on a face and hands well Phis unacquisitive practice brought Bell into ayed and charred by chemical warfare. He great infamy. Most of his fellow employers could not see at the time, so a nurse read the wanted to close all the factories down, or hal telegram out. His face was buried deep in a lose them down, and leave the workpeople to inary-colored mask of wadding stained with ve on their fat. So Bell was an arrant traitor ric acid; so the nurse could not tell how he to them. Still, he was an en ver; and so, took it--only knew that he thanked her very to ardent socialist eyes, he was a sucker of through the little blowhole left for his blood, ex-offic mouth. I fancy Bell was hanging on hard to his lin cross fire ¢ nsures braced B the thought that he still had two children, a If it had to be woe unto uu when a mer boy and’a girl, both in their teens. Soldiers, spoke well of you, it might be safer wher eve lucated ones, are apt to grow senti- everyone slated you hard. Anyhow it livened mental, especially when wounded. Bell, the you up, like a good widower, lay week by week behind his blown across snow. While he schemed to find ress mask, staying his mind on an in- some not quite ruinous sale for the stuff that genuous vision of an improved world to come piled itself up at the n 3 ould forget ter the wa He saw it as a young man and the thing that had clawed m in its clutet a ng woman standing in summer twilight, during the night inder the vith their eyes all ashine at But the clouds return after t ral i he eliness of the life which it had taken so ‘*You’ve Got to Rope Up,’’ She Said, Flushing eon time set his mind free to worry, the way much pain and shame to make possible for them your sore t s and returns to the Many oldie hugged these quaint who know not, poor fellows, what it is to go on ‘Change. amusement OF hurting na | nt ol a tootl Irie ney helped for the moment Bell was different He had pride. He stuck, as his father lately broken. He lunched at the club; and twice in the ttl a e paid fo In the f had done, to his post among the garrison of the smutty city one hour it took him his mind accused younger member that tilled england and Europe just after the war, Bell's that had done well by them. He lived where he could hear of paying him the pestile ntial kind of unarguing deference boy and girl drifted feebly into failure. Both were ma the Town Hall clock strike twelve when the trattic was which is really the civil refusal of youth to keep it om ele wi, yanother small waste product of that quiet at night and a north wind blowing He liked the munications open with age. Could they have noticed the Waste-producing tim Somewhere out of Bell's ght, sound, he Was so oddly civic a person, Way he walked down the stairs a canny way, like r hese forfeited objects of | pride and joy were shuffling lo this old-fashioned hobby Bell added some cheap hab- horse’s when it is afraid on a slippery slope? One younge punily throug! ‘ He gathered that they were rather its less rare in rich men. He stood on guard against his man opened the door of the billiard room for him dan ashamed of him as an old slow-coach provincial wealth lest it should cut him off from the sight and sound these good manners that ain't good at all! " Be Wi t viven to wallowing in self-pity Still, a of ordinary and unprincely men, for whom his regard had Going home at twilight in the tram Bell thought over i see, he had had losse e another, been redoubled by four years of living with them in the all this so absorbedly that he ptt ef wssed the Wal Because of this fad, he Vv always went into tt whole way So, when he stood u to get of } right ley mt city by tram. This morning he walked the three hundred — had gone clean asleep. It was only p in the mmo 5 ew R British merchant | nee, in these days, Is prone yards [rom his house to the tram’s stopping place wit! ind blameless way st he couldr now that at to jose heart, get himsell up as an owner of land and deliberate caution He could not be sure of that sleepy For all he could tell a second stroke might have faller ina beeve ind melt weakly into the common herd of squire yhit leg Hie was still distrusting it femperately when he this time a real knock-out Ol ] ‘ ! ea

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 13 still, he stepped off the car with such uncor they des ed. | A ' care that the conductor slipped a friendly hand and extremely steer eO and ir } t ‘ ished r A the : ‘ arm and ied him slowly to tne safety of the lootpa nad, at one point, ceased en te t | ist a lew [ee noise if ita ‘ ew blind man or a drunk of its neight it nad become as vertical as the wa One wre } yr the When Bell had walked a few yards by himself the extra house; each man of the party had had to } j mse e “ t end ild « numbness was gone But the other numbness remained, to the perpendicular wall, by shee trengt nd good hand Now n t ider these and so did the feel of that patiently guarding hand under hold, against gravitatior il! | 10 On a New wet v \ er his arm. Of course he had not needed it. Still perhaps he In each case the party had come safe throug But mentt it Into practice would presently ‘*Mene, mene,”’ and so on--every wall with how big a margin of safety, as engine | ve ‘ g ae ‘ ‘ seemed to be covered with sinister shreds of writing. An wondered. A pretty big one, he fancied ew ¢ t 1 , ‘ object tor ey rybody’s protection, a call on eve ryone’s lor- ers Slipped in re ally diff lit place all the lacuitie were no But Ist ‘ pearance that was the kind of pe st that he might become bent up too intently for that, with danger about t periment ny and ‘ A “oon, too, perhaps This Kind ol plague crept on and on. were above their own everyday torn But what if ] i tral? y mary? et “A t ‘ It never turned back. Five years might bring an invalid party were to try paring and paring away at that prett lest, k n rese hair and a male nurse to put him to bed and to see that wide margin? Something like an experiment, that wm ! m t mu e 4 e! r ‘ ‘ he was carted securely about from place to place, to spraw what untold heights of achievement might not e |} t ment and Ked wt ‘ in the sun-- Mentone, the Canaries, Egypt, all the places attain before all the margin was gone! And irse the eaver nto blast the w t \A\ to which the decayed butterflies of our commonwealth party might be a party of one ite had yught him the fultilln were brought to lie out and doze in the warmth when too Bell had once had a holiday dream of mit ing a crag ecipice in the world would now much eating and idling had brought them back ali the Way that grew steeper and steeper t t was vertical f t. and Walting at it ot mereiy a W to the status of larvw. Disgusting! then overhi more and more, but still he mbed on a orgetiulnes on because the crag beetled out over a warm summer a Uniy ne must ¢t Lich el e tne wd so that, when he lost hold in the end, he would only fa was setting to work on hin yuld pit n ‘ JELL gazed steadily into this smiling future while eat- from one pleasure into another, out of a mountaineer’s out of his body that he ild not mal vn w ing his dinner alone. From the table he went straight, paradise into a swimmer’s. Cut out the old fear of deat} place already he had a good place r 1 —where like a man who knew what he needed, to that shelf in his in that way, or some other, and wl you could do a might try the thing out study on which were all his pet Alpine books. No other thing! sport had ever so wholly ravished his soul as mountain- As he sat back with the open book on his knees, a light ve eering. On the high snows it seemed as if magical fires wind stirred the trees in the garden. It may have been thi At rHE end of September a sa ne bler were lit in your blood; the flame of life burned amazingly — that called up another old notion of | This one had 4 ind melar pe les the tle \ \ ‘ there; something was added unto a man as divine as_ ited him in a wood close to Arras in 191¢ During some lhe summer hotels of Zinal, at the hea the i ‘ whatever it is that makes its way into the vapid juice of a dark windless weeks of that autumn the unfallen lea osing. Down the bridle path, tt igh forests of fir, the fruit and turns it to wine. Nowher in the world was _ had been fading inertly from green to a dull rusty red, and otel staffs stream along joyously, laden with the yea the taste of success so wholly and indefeasibly sweet as it so down to a dead russet brown; the whole burning heart vintage of tips, to their snug winter homes in t R was on the tip of some spire of granite and ice that had all of the year was collapsing into shabby ashes. Then a night Valley below. Reconverted, after four mont of re but turned you back in despair by the Daphnean rigor of — of frost came and then a gale on a day of broken sunshine and disguise, into young, natural Sw men and womer its resistance. There, uplifted on the swell of the round’ thrown wildly about between clouds. As the gale stripped they caper like Alpine cows let out in t} ng. Shout earth, you could see how men had come to dream Gardens’ the trees it had seemed almost to blow them aflame chatting and singing, they seem to flout with their 1 of Eden and Ages of Gold sparks of brave yellow flew in the air; the dun beech leaves ment Nature year menace lo marmots and mer 4 He took from the shelf a great climber’s narratives of his took light and fell lustrously Nature answers them ba Almost hour ir the new greatest adventures. Two of these, in especial, could Somehow the sight had filled Bell, at the time, with a snow creeps down the forested slopes of the valley always entrance Bell as soon as he had read a few lines; wish that, when he had to go, he might do it like that —a é es more ts | the n ng dew lie te, and their vividness gave him an almost physical sense of what astir and aglow, by one of the violent deaths, as most of Continued on Page 82 é * * With Silent Consent They All Stampeded Away From the Key of Emotion. ‘‘You Travel Light, Sir,"* Said Bell, Just to Say Something Trivial

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 25,1927 HUSSY LUGK 8y GEORGE PATTULLO HE failures snarl that it’s luck, but the his whole bag, and he took what he wanted and made

winners will not admit there is any luck live and breathe. Live and breathe? It fairly throbbed about it. Instead, they rear back and give with life under his toucn, and the next time Rosser me t interviews for the guidance of earnest young those profs they were ready to embra en on How [ Did It. Hard work, thrift, keeping him as a fellow authority, little drear ' ° —_— : . é sting! t it thats the ‘ ing that othe ict tie nad so con mula, DOYS plet wiped the ibject from PI modesty s s tne memory that he could not have recalled Drains pu one single fact of it ition is there Why he was never flunked in |} And as ageneral propositior studies remains a mystery here was

e blighters are right. Luck n college tsomehow has doubtless been the decisive largelv through tremendous factor in various kinds of suc- vers of conce mwher ess, but the great buik of the did apply himse W higher ur got there by over- Va lew wee ) 7 a ¥ nalcaps ild s r n th 1this muce! n- om i ry th vyho nt vertible \r y rrit ly i mal old in en ™m< i ‘ et nence ir field for ‘ ni? fo yng, you may bank ng ‘ ) es got every- I é ning neiuding t t ! ‘ ‘ i ter 1] i i les I} tory deals ms ex i ed l with two exceptions ymposed ! yrie whose recor is broke ( 1 Oo su tIlrules. And if Mil- ed | ton did not have the to hit He ron toughest, hussiest thro ose, a k of any desery- did } ng human above ne nd od, | would like to hear about the others ed Yet he never gripes; he is still working eras way with the same quiet diligence and M ! sincerity; whilst Phil Rosser goes up and other mi down the land, blah-blahing for bales of money and im iined the same ever pressing upon the newspapermen at informal gatherings of pace the 1 welcome the three cardinal requisites of the star reporter's He did ) ng make-up m, unsleeping alertness, sense of values tle, but he The curious part of it is that Phil has actually come to ’ tudied he le eve it of himself. thoroughly, ar tosser and Milton grew up in the same town Both be- No Answer Coming, Phil Disappeared Through the Window Like a Streak of Lightning . ‘ rego j onged to what the citizens called good families which is mat a night to say none of their forbears had been in jail, so far as ‘I’m going over the top of that lava mesa this evening.” at up with his friend in the last ter wee trying to im anybody knew, and no scandal attached to their women- “Gosh-amighty!’" Phil moaned, star at Bob as part in a few doses what had taken him months to digest oll hey occupied comfortable homes, attended church, though in doubt whether he really belonged to the humar Many a night, also, he put Phil to bed. A loud commo ib bed to the ball-team fund, paid their debts, even if species at all. tion in the street under their window, calls for a speect a bit »w about it sometimes, and voted the straight He never accompanied Milton any more on these jaunts from Phil, some forensic fireworks to stupendous applause Democratic ticket like everybody but the postmaster up hill and down dale, over peaks and into canyons, with then a little close harmony, with Sweet Adeline for finale, he Milton Brothers ran the largest hardware and im- Bob prying and nosing about like a setter pup and tap- would grin, go down to the door and guide the ement store in the place. Rosser’s father had a law office tapping with his hammer. He had done so once, only to « t up the stairs. He did not upbraid his room- ve the bank, and there was no better domino pla) come home with his tongue hanging out mate for these escapades; perhaps in his heart he envied the county. Neither family possessed what we know as **He always wants to go over just one more aarned rim him. That sort of good time simply had no attractions f money nowadays, yet they did not lack the ordinary com- to see what’s holding the world up,”’ Phil reported Milton, who had tried it conscientiously, only to grow and contrived to send their sons through the publi This probing into the origin of things struck Phil as after a couple of drinks hools and colle; ¢ profitless. Of course there were le men who devoted But booze to quicken Pl i ‘ Ofte So the boys got away to an even break in near Vv ever their lives to it, but where did they get? Huh? It was all Bob hearkened entranced to the s ming flood « pect And what more can a man reasonably expect? guesswork, anvhow, and of no practical value Phil never words that poured from Phil when he was w rned, | Phere no way of equalizing the differences between worried a minute about the how and the why, the whence was not merely sound, either; it fairly flashed and crackled r" t neither legislation nor opportunity nor aid car and the whither. He took things as he found them, includ They still tell about PI famou ( ta it dinne t No doubt the Fathers meant well when they de ing any of Bob's shirts or socks he might need when he had to be propped up by a brace the brethrer ed all men equal, but it has alv ays seemed to me the Yet he could appreciate some aspects ol his frierd’s nothing finer has ever been done at dear old Lu r n t! tee na hurry wher they wrote that patient, plodding labors, because he was gifted with soar One d alter a dizzy wee of parties, P am nto [’} nd Rob roomed together at college and were stauncl ny imagination Lying back one night, with a cigarette their room and flung | traw hat or ped ae In fact, they shared everything Bob possessed hetween his fingers and half asleep, he intermittently gave through,” he announced eived practically the ime allowance from home, ear unto certam speculations of his roommate about the What the trouble? Fired? ehow Phil never seemed to have a dime. Bob, on probable age of the country thereabout and what it looked *“Uh-hul But what's the ust n t wasting n ot} hand, was like the widow's cruse and could al like at the dawn of time A chance phrase hit Phil like a time here A pueeZeE TT hiity of eventy-tive cent from hi jab; hesat up blazing to the idea And next day he wrote “Shucks, youre feeling low, that a l ea ) ts to tide P over until the next cheel i paper on what Bob had told him, which made a name for drink and you won't talk that wa) Phe exy atior iv in their different habit Phil too Phil throughout their student world and was copied in the **Yes, I will, too,”’ declared Phil, but he took the t f vd and in due course joined a fraternity Daily Argus **By the way, can you lend me four dollars till next wee ose chief claim to prominence rested on stein capacity ‘Do something else for us, Rosser,’ the editor said ‘I’ve got only a dollar eighty to my name. What did Kob seldom went anywhere, He played a useful game of ‘There must be lots of hot stuff lying around, if only alive you do with the two bucks I let you have last nig ind managed to make the team, but his perform man like you would dig it up.” “To hear you talk, one’d think a coupla bu ouy to mn the Dig games were nowhere compared with the Phil promised he would, and proceeded to write half a eep a Man a year nt ting dashes of Rosser just when they were needed. dozen stories for the magazine section of the Sunday Argus Bob did not answer, because his friend was tou r When Bob w out on the field, he was | away at eight dollars a column. He obtained all his material money matters om, and guess what he spent every hour of | from others. In the course of his mixing around Phil was “You can have half of this,”’ he proffered after a while re time on! Geology! G-e-o-l-o-g-y! hearing things every day that could be worked up into Phil accepted it carelessly and inquired \r Come or it and have some fur Phil would urge stories, and his practice was to go straight to the man who — round asking for me this morning I'm going to new most about the subject and persuade him to talk **Was there? You should have seen that |. Standing How?” kivery one of them was flattered and opened up to Phil room only 6

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 15 “Why doesn't she tell em I’m not home?” Rosser grun will you? Twenty e a week t tart. How’s that for } ts Fate might bled high finance?” \ it I ist t “We did, but they said they'd wait. The last one had ‘Yes, but how did that Chicago man know What ur irneved out to the tt just gone when you came in.” did you say to him anyhow?” ent poilit ley Phil nodded. ‘I know. I watched from Fuller's room Nothing but the truth Just told him Mr. Mun J until they had all gone referred his letter to me and I cou end sampl r é W Silence for a minute whilst Phil gloomed work if he wanted them.’ passed from Lushe ind out M “Listen, Phil,” said Milton, ‘‘why don’t you cut out “Twenty-five a week,”” Bob repeated, almost in a daz 3 went back to the these monkeyshines and settle down to work? You could To their youthful minds it was a barrel of money. Why, } iss and then start burn this place up if you only tried.”’ there were lawyers and do tors out in the country as old a witn ! nammer, hang y er tne Aw, I’m sick of it. What's the use of going on any Phil’s father who weren't making any more —plenty of ng down into perilous cre f é how? Suppose I do, and then go to law school what of them! hole egging it over ' t There's not} ing in law.”’ The following d iy Saw Phil combing the tow fort I Na t the “Your grandfather bs ing expenses H ‘redit was nil, but dozens of the the w e got |} ‘ A Yeh, but times’ve changed. There’s more money in liked him well enough to kick in with a dollar or two, and promised to teach hin business nowadays, and a whole lot easier ways of making Bob hocked his watch to bring up the requisite amount ary to Miltor He g it, too, than waiting till I’m baldheaded for a client to Phil had nothing left to hock and dared not show hisfacein ends of the earth. As he show up.” certain streets, ibordinate capacity ar the ‘Where do vou ntend to practice?” Of course they gave him a send-off Bob trailed along possess two hundred do t Dad wants me to go in with him. There's another with the rest, trying his utmost to enter into the spirit of Nevertheless, he was n thing I'd die in Porterville.” the party, but his sense of loss was too great With old PI n his profession knew rY t Bob agreed that the town did not offer much in the way gone there would be nothing left for him but strata —and ely « his reports nd se of a career; but, after all, it was not the only place on the where would he find another roommate too He would “ i! ng group map have to move, he guessed work of Bo ‘Do you aim to stick on here?” Phil demanded sud Supper at a chili joint more drinks ongs, and a_ tive name denly speech by Phil in which he called upon heaven to witness Why don’t you go int M Of course.”’ that he would always be loyal to dear old Lushers, ever once suggested A lot t ‘ What going in for afterwards?” true to her proud traditions, no matter how far or to what We I did think of it. | Wi r l Geology \ “Good grief! You'll starve to death.” g ane ; V It’s the only thing I like \ knock sounded on the door. t eit Who's the re?’’ shouted Bob i I No answer coming, Phil disap- t peared through the window like a é streak of lightning. His friend Vo “ gave him ten seconds to ease along Vi . A the rool to another room Dbetore admitting the caller. ‘No,”’ ‘Mr. Ros- . } 4 ] r isn’t ,ou're fee r t iré ‘But 1 seen him come in.” 1? Orn ea Pons “You can look for yourself if Milton laughe I you don't believe me f not ‘ Ihe bill collector made a sur ess n . . vey of the room, peeped under n olcanos . oe at the beds and up the chimney of the fireplace, raised the lid of the coal box, poked in the clothes t and then departed, grum- ng, “I’msick of this. You tell h.m if he don’t come across be re tomorrow noon, I'll make ouble for him, see?” Watch the last step,’’ Bob cautioned, and had the satisfac tion of hearing the collector curse as he made one step too many and jarred nis back teeth The roommates ate a lunch together which Milton brought in, and then Phil sneaked away. He was gone until late that night and returned about half lit. ‘Landed a job,’ he gloated. “Aw, Phil!” Wait till you hear about it I went in to see old Muma of the Argus, and he offered to give me ‘Ten dollars a week!’ Bob sneered ‘But that isn’tall. The old yeezer wanted to encourage me, | guess, and began to brag about What fine prospects there were newspaper work for a good ve man; and to prove it he said he'd got a letter only the day be- fore from a Chic: go newspaper asking him if he could recommend another in the same class with Brown you remember Brown that guy he got a job for last year. t Well, I didn’t say anything, but when he was through, I hotfooted t out and wired Chicago. ‘Where did you get the money? V \ ‘Stimpson let me have a dol- With Everything in His Lap, He Started to Slip. Miidly at First, So That Amy | ir and a half And look here, Failed to Take Alarm here's the answe (,aze on that = j en eee F =e

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i6 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 25,1927 CREDIT=By WILL PAYNE ‘AN remember staring at the big bush-bearded man oF ralia and his letting me finger a piece of en- graved paper with a large capital L in the corner, which proved to be a draft on a bank in London, and my nele saying he would get a premium for it because Eng- sh money was more valuable than American money —an dollar, if he had called it a dollar, being worth $1.10in the United States nd an American's dollar worth ynly ninety cents in England That seemed rather humiliat- ing to me, but quite flattering to my uncle, who had seen the American dollar worth only All that, of course, was an termath of the Civil War, before the Resumption Act put American currency on a parity with gold by promising to re- deem it in gold. But a great many Americans who are by no means venerable relics of antiq- lity can remember when the solvency of the United States Government was in the great- est doubt; when Secretaries of the Treasury under two succes- ions were run- ny up to New York, hat in | ind, like desperate debtors with a receiver at the door, begging a few million dollars in der to stave off a crash; when nally the Assistant Treasurer f the United States in New ‘ ork teleg raphe d to the Secre- tury of the Treasury at Wash- ngton that he could hardly continue payments for more than twenty-four hours, and at the expiration of that brief period the United States would be obliged to confess that it ould not redeem it promise Currency Inflation ¢ im A'T was only thirty-three years ago, and not the result of war, for the Government’s total funded debt amounted to but $750,000,000, or about 3 per 3 ent of the total at the end of the World War, when not the wildest dreamer raised a ques- tion of our solvency In great part it was the result of fool leg ation and foo! politics which id reduced the credit of the i ted States abroad and at home to about the level of those ew tu ean states abound- y nprono eable names, to which we now and then lend few millions. Our national idows the earth; but only a generation ago it was in a ledly shaky state, and it is not foolproof now lo tinance the Civil War the Treasury issued legal- tender circulating notes, popularly called greenbacks. For ten years after the war the silver | ion in a dollar was wort! 00 cents, or sometimes a little more. But by 1877 e market ue of s er Dt on Was slipping. Inspired by Western silver-nfine owners, Congress passed an act | ng the Treasury to purchase silver bullion at the ite of 500,000 ounces a month and coin it into dollars mine owner ilone would not have been very formidable poiitically; but in 1876 a flourishing Greenback Party had taken shape in the West. Its chief demand was more currency, on the theory that if the Government issued ot of money everybody would get some of it and be his silver coinage would help to swell the volume of nev inflat rted it. Under the Notwithstanding the Treasury’s heavy purchases, the market value of silver bullion kept slipping, until in 1892 the metal in a dollar was worth only sixty-seven cents, and the old Greenback Party had evolved into a new, bigger Populist Party, which was passionately convinced that what the country needed was a great deal more currency. Republicans in the silver-mining states and many Western Wall Street, New York, During the Panic of 1907 and Southern Democrats shared this conviction. But as the stock of gold was strictly limited, there was no use talking about an unlimited issue of currency that was re- deemable in gold. Populists, silverists and all other in- flationists joined in denouncing the gold standard —which the Populist platform described as ‘“‘a vast conspiracy against mankind, rapidly taking possession of the world”’ and in demanding free and unlimited coinage of silver bullion into dollars by the mints of the United States. That might reasonably be expected to attract all the silver n the world to our mints, and very quickly to make the American dollar a sixty-seven-cent silver dollar. United States bonds and legal-tender notes were payable in ‘coin.’ When they were issued a silver dollar was worth intrinsically as much as a gold dollar and no dis- crimination between the two metals had been foreseen. Up to 1877, in fact, there were less than 5,000,000 silver dol- lars in the country; the white metal was pocket money, hange money. [t was John Sherman, one of our few great Secretaries of the Treasury, who engineered the resump- tion of specie payments that took effect January 1, 1879 Like practically everybody else at that time, he had antici- pated that if people presented their legal-tender notes at the Treasury, demanding ‘“‘coin”’ for them, it would be gold that they would want instead of the far bulkier silver. Be- fore the Resumption Act went into effect he carefully built up in the reserve of $1338,000,000 from -asury a gold which legal tenders could be redeemed on demand. To ac- complish that he sold $95,000,- 000 of Government bonds for gold. Ever since then it has been a rule of the Treasury that a gold reserve of at least $100, 000,000 must always be main- tained for the redemption of legal-tender notes. In this way, and by many collateral circum stances, the idea had become firmly implanted that while the law said ‘‘coin,”’ the holder of a legal-tender note was, in fact, entitled to demand gold for it The Populist Triumph OW inflationists squarely raised the question whether the United States should pay in 100-cent gold dollars or 67-cent silver dollars, consequent y whether any American dollar was worth 100 cents or only ts A country can finally get o fairly well with a dollar wortt only sixty-seven cents or only twenty cents, provided every body knows what it is wort Uncertainty about its value raises Cain. Investors who had paid for American paper I 100-cent dollars were much d turbed by the threat of having to take 67-cent dolla: In fact next year the value of a silver dollar dropped to sixty cents and in 1894 to forty-n ne cent Meanwhile the political move ment for free and unlimited sil- ver was steadily gaining force Since the Civil War we had been borrowing heavily from Europe through the sale abroad of American securities. One estimate put foreign holdings of American paper at $2,400,- 000,000, which was a far greater sum in those days than it has been since World War finan« ing accustomed us to look at billions without blinking. Eu rope began dumping Amer ican securities on the New York market. To settle the adverse balance thus created we had to ship gold. To settle trade bal ances we had shipped gold before then — more than $40,000,- 000 in 1884 and 1886, nearly $60,000,000 in 1889 - but with out trenching on the Treasury’s gold reserve Indeed, in thirteen years since the Resumption Act went into effect only $34,000,000 all told of legal-tender notes had been presented for redemption. The Government had promised to redeem them on demand; everybody knew it held a gold reserve of at least $100,000,000 for that pur- pose; everybody was satisfied to hold the notes Deposi tors do not run on a bank unless their confidence in it Is shaken: and confidence in United States money was not tions of November, 1892, noticeably restored by the el when not only did the Populist Party send four senators and eleven representatives to Washington but a big por- tion of the Democratic Party South and West went over frankly to the inflationist cause. In February, 1893, President Harrison's Secretary of the Treasury went up to New York and persuaded the Continued on Page 182

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 1 FFIROM PICIKILIES TO MOLASSES DORON wl By GIFFORD PINCHOT wind will probably with« { moderate,”’ said the official [ : a And Friday it did. Saturday was one of ~t forecaster. those rare days when the beauty of the whole crea- tion pierces almast to the On | g dividing asunder of souland spirit, when sea and sky 5 amount to a visible thanks giving, when a man can grrie not keep the words of the ter prophet out of his mind ‘The whole earth is at rest, A ! r and is quiet: they break forth into singing.” \ day of glassy calm on the Florida reef —there is nothing more serenely, more quietly glorious. It infoldsand occupies a man’s better nature, and seems to hut out all the world be- des. Nevertheless, some A Rare Fish s of few practical necessar life demand attention. ‘First,’’ said Captain ew the re y Lowe, ‘“‘ we'll get some bait efu j ‘ Next we'll stop on Tav- te ‘ ( ernier Shoal and see if we piece , ve t can’t pick up the queen WS a ‘ ‘ conchs you want for your r ( ‘ ye bo After that we'll run fo Ir yu out to the reef, anchor the t ive ‘ big boat and work around we re ed it, swam tw n the tender. You take the n , your water glass and I'll i ’ ‘ ‘ take mine, and we'll look my lu to se the place over.” | } ( i A ‘ Y ou’re the doctor,” said : : : biue-and-yellow ange | and it was so ordered. An Eleven:Year:Old Boy of Average Size Beside a Florida Mutton Fish wi} ] put an end to a some- tle bel, and the ordinary what precarious tight-rope performance that had been go- afterward. That one was easy to find a huge and grace indecorated black angel fish, but the bla W ng on during this conversation by climbing down from the _ ful shell swelling roundly in the middle and slender at both deep gold rims on every scale of his broad side w ew slender stringers of the unfinished dock, jumped into the ends. It looked to be eighteen inches in length and cer to me, and here were two of them. It was not ible to little tender, and we put-putted off to the crawfish grounds. tainly missed it but little. Two more queen orlamb conchs attract the larger wit ome pieces « Che inability of the crawfish tribe to get the meaning of and half a dozen of the smaller ones gave us all we wanted little to get him to take a tiny hoo! to } moutt two black points on a wooden handle descending slowly But it was a great deal of trou with x through the clear water is a serious blot on their intel- and a six-thread line, to keep him out of | ive. ‘Time lectual capacity. It appears to spring from a confidence and again he threatened to smash the od | wit men have done nothing to deserve, but it has very de- me, or even break the ne, flor the ange ywe sirable consequences from the human point of view. deliberately he may swim when ther Of ment Nevertheless, crawfishing with a pair of grains isn't al- a very hard fighter. And this wa big ‘ WayS 4s €usy as it looks, even with a glass-bottomed pail In the end, however, flax, bamboo and ; educated to help. That succulent hardshell has a habit of getting thumb won over fish power and fish persistence, and under whatever can be got under, and leaving nothing length I could lift t splendid creatu om the cle but his long whips sticking out to prove he’s there but still water into the clear, still air. I la m where I you can't get him. Before long, however, a half dozen could see him, and looked and looked a yoke Phere piny lobsters had been worked out of their holes in the is no use my trying to describe him | bla brow oral, und that was enough for bait. side throwing the bright rims of eact reliel, the two yellow spot Ke eyes ¢ the A Hunt Withouta Thrill purple head, or all the rest of his 5 But before ony | had t ) etw r ese N to the big boat a launch less than thirty feet him and letting hir é il Oo the t ong and in her to Tavernier Shoal, towing the ol his dorsal fir ] ed hin t A tender. There we threw over the light anchor, took to again, and watched hir vil ! the tender again, and with the captain poling in the bow wiftly, ba nto the 0 and the writer observing in the stern, we moved against mate had ad pI the conchs in solemn procession. In truth the pursuit Later | le I } of these exaggerated snails lacks somewhat in excite- atively rare I ment, for their sole hope of escaping destruction is that paru—but | lo ‘ no one who wants them will see them. We hardly needed the twow t *There’s a couple,” said the captain. “Have you got from one cora on to the ne r the sponge hook? See if you can pick them out through and on the bottor the er the ripple.”’ Which I did with some trouble, because know how to make of the sea growth which covered them, and then, with side, with here there some more trouble, got the hook under each and depos- like the frond i Japanese ted both in the bottom of the boat. They were thin- larger, f more regula ind ! ! edged conchs, six or eight inches long, and far more ove And about the w active than I expected. One of them I laid on its back, over the sand 00 and it actually succeeded in turning itself over with its nies of f wh t itt ‘ ! csle-shaped foot. That was new in my experience and a clear proof that I knew little of conchs. ‘There’s a queen conch right now,” said the captain; but it was a lamb conch, as the captain told me Doctor Gudger, the Famous Ichthyologist, anda Big Barracuda Caught in Florida Continued on Page 138

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18 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST DON'T Al DDIE KIERNAN was ‘he last person in his class to leave law school. As he was a first-year man his - examinations came early, but he had a job driving baggage truck at times when trucking was heavy, and esides, he had to see to it that the third-year men, whose examinations dragged over until the last, got their laundry without confusion. Eddie held an important executive When the final batch was checked up, however, and the ast load of trunks somersaulted into the baggage room, Eddie Kiernar satisfaction and proceeded to indulge in some sharp bar- figured up his profits for the term with real gaining with the less censervative merchants of men’s hose shops clustered about the campus of the Uni- He also blew himself to a new suitcase and had the great discover a golf bag which had been marked F. K. for one’ Frothingham Knight, who had left college in the middle of the term under a financial cloud. The F could be turned into an #, and though Eddie had never played olf, he always might learn, and certainly a golf bag would end class to his ensemble. After a scrimmage with Mr. Coschakian, in whose stock the bag found itself—a scrim- age reminiscent at times of the tenser moments in Bel- eau Wood, at others of Lorenzo’s speech beginning ‘‘ How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank’’--Eddie ac- For fifty cents he picked up enough disabled clubs to fill it comfortably. Finally he drew two hundred dollars from his account at the College Bank of Syrchester, which left his balance juirea the gol bag there decidedly anwmic, bought a ticket for Saratoga, and tepped on a train which left Syrchester at &:30 in the ng. Eddie's plans were for a month’s rest in Saratoga, evening which he had certainly earned. In August the races would begin and he had nailed a job as assistant to a bookmaker ‘The curiously glittering eyes of the woman who occupied other seat in Section 16 followed him as he tucked away the suitcase, suspended the golf bag from a hook and hung up his bright-ribboned straw hat [It was hard luck that he hadn't drawn the girl across the e, but Eddie begged his neighbor’s pardon politely and hoped he didn’t disturb her. He saw in her a conversa onal outlet. Eddie loved to tal ‘Mr. Colter Took the Ring Over to Them! Don't Wait to Hear! Run! I'll Pay the Boy" ILLUSTRATED IK ‘You just getting out of college?” things were all arranged and he had settled himself and she inquired when his crossed his long young legs. As his suitcase bore a brilliant U. of S. paster, her deduction was not remarkable. “End of my first-year law,’’ Eddie told her. She had very pink cheeks, and about her was a smell of musk, but there was the suggestion of a dewlap under her chin, and the glassy brightness of her eyes was not attrac- tive. She was dressed swell, however, with a black velvet tam o’ shanter in which sparkled a diamond pin, and a cos- tume made almost entirely of brown lace; much sweller in fact, than the girl across the way, whose blue-serge plainness merited no higher adjective in Eddie’s vocabu- lary than ‘‘snappy-looking.”’ “Ain't it kinda late to be just inquired of him. “Yeah,” he agreed. ‘‘But what’s the use of hurrying yourself. There’s plenty of time.” “Ain't that true though? And I bet you colleg? boys know how to make the best of it.”’ “We have pretty good fun,”” Eddie agreed, and he went on to expatiate on the theme. It was a very golden, care- free existence that his Lrish tongue painted. He even dropped the name of Gordon Huntington, whose father leaving?” his vis-a-vis was one of the big men of Syrchester ‘Is he the one that Follies girl was suing for breach of promise?” the lady asked. ‘*Sure. He’s in my class. He sits right next to me in contracts. Gee, we all had to laugh when it came to the breach-of-promise cases.” “Oh, I bet it was comical,’ the lady said; “but, say, ain't I terrible to let you talk to me like this, when I don't even know your name?” “It’s Kiernan,”’ Eddie said. **Mine’s Pryce—-Pearl Pryce. Now don’t make jokes about it. Eve rybody does.’ They shook hands solemnly. ‘‘ Pleased to meet you, Mr. Kiernan.” ‘Please to meet you, Miss Pry i The conductor came for tickets Saratoga,” he directed Eddie. ‘Il bet I know what you're going to do at Saratoga,” Miss Pryce ventured. ‘‘ You're going to play the ponies.2’ ‘I guess maybe I'll see if I can’t make a little money off them,” Eddie said truthfully, though he didn’t BY RAEBURWN ‘Change at Albany for June 25,1927 By CHARLES BRACKETT VAN BUREN gamble, having, from parental precept, observation and ex- perience, gathered that gambling was all wet for the poor. “Say! That must be nice!’ Miss Pryce exclaimed, clasping hands whose wrinkles were a little more evident because of their reddened nails. ‘“‘Just to watch some horses run and make a whole lot of money! My, I'd like that.” ‘Sometimes you lose though,” Eddie cal! tive to her attention. “T bet you don’t.” “Well, I never lost much yet, but I remember once when Jake Lawson—you' ve seen his pictures in the papers, ain’t you?—well, he thought he had a sure thing and lost ed aA altverna- ten thousand smackers on one race.” “Oh, my! I'd like to have it to los« ““He may have picked it up again the very next day sig Joe Mitchell was tell minute tip on a long shot and was looking to put up five ing me once how he got a last- grand, and couldn't find his commissioner before the star and it won, and he felt like he’d had his pocket picked for sixty thousand.” “Do you know all them big fella “Sure. I been going out to the tra three years now There is a hypnosis in the mere mention o rge sums of money, and Miss Pryce evidently felt it She listened Eddie Kiernan was no liar, but it is pleasant to the young male to be thought a king of sport. It soothe enthralled the ego agreeably alter a rather grubby fortnight of bay gage hustling and laundry sifting. If the anecdotes wl Keddie had picked up at the track sounded ke matters which he had played no small part, at least they had ir passionate interest The porter began making up berths, ar volved his sengers intruded on Section 16, but Eddie went right on and they all seemed to er Oy to say. When people weren't looking at her she watched them with her glass-shiny eyes, and I.ddie wished she stop chewing her lips and then having to make them over again. When the last intruder had left, however, M Pryce began to talk once more that big fat woman und gina bert sne couldn t en dado itn nd I’m «e« tainly not as fat as she “Why, you aren't fat at all,’” Eddie told her. “‘ But wh do you mean you do? Sleep in your clothe “Of course not. I just take my little bag to the dressing room and slip into my so-and-sos and | r ) ound me, ora t ttle dre ny gow me bD ton pertr ‘That’s a good idea,” I;ddie said. ‘‘Gee! When you're as long as I am it's t oke ng tl rs off back,”’ Miss Pryce went , ‘} t “t oO because he porter ’ iu t aA ut eps in thesmoking room gnt and hell watcn i bay i! t what I'm , - to au | 1dl¢ Ale i? nd t ) like it F bout time to start. The } waiting to make up this section now “We eeDp tignt Miss P bade him Ndi FOU ! Dag ar | Va moving up ! i r - ner ne called out On, F a-ay! He went Da He thought, as he did so, there was a rather scorntul ex- ression on the pretty, ed feature of the Hiue-serge young woman, treated I was going to ask you before M P iid You've g the upper haver t you “¥en,""] idmitted

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 19 “You got another thir oming M P ‘ ed i vas ad ' Edd N title er t « “Porter! Porter! would ev idie’s ear Ls ‘ “Yes'm. What t, man the te Irric ound as that last word. It was his hor ‘ ta “This man tried to t hie dees ee — OS rg he tried to get int yrate ; ‘WI uu hadnt oug ia t admonished .dadlte i *T’ll say he hadn’t M : f ! statement. “‘ Porter, I want you should telegra ahead Keddie was wi ned next n a yp | ceman to meet us at the next tat ] gonta yet matt off and I'm gonta prosecute ‘Albany. Time toget t ] “Well, n Ss, \h * the porter egal t r ng it w M $ Pry es pert! Wa leserte going to be a lot of trouble Jealing wit M r ¢ Wa ended. The mu srr nyger yu ty ry going to be trouble ar Va t He ive “You wha sne sna ed him u Ihat the lie ! i time to go t of the company. A friend of mine did ind I’m gonta train left t. Nomar gonta get away wit some 4 et ta Before ¢ ) ere not pay tor it t ir to see il tne ing womar l Heads were beginning to pee Ul lf every ilT sne wasn t The irtal ‘ ert green curtall aown the Car was nost ehind them gut I thought you said you wanted t Wil 1 a ever @a } heart for my upper, stammered I-ddie, an embodied agony i her. He would have liked to go lavender pajamas partly concealed by a coat hind which she was resting it ne That sounds like don’t it M | ‘ ‘ Kiernan be a very spontaneous pe “You try that one on the judge. W what you gont I humiliation of last t ew about it, porter? A t 1 gont it min har iff re 1 t tu ‘ >the st omething taurant He mhbed o i stoo yrdere j ‘Ah got him in custody raht now, he porter rt fTer ike and then looked } ‘Maybe the lige et you off with a big fine the vuuld recognize ar witne i shrew between the sheets said but lu Oughta get a fine Sitting on the stor xt ! M py and thirty days too. Any man who done what you tried Wasa le serge again, and she Was grinning at rT i to do oughta | don’t care t ug a fine enougn tor me On, gee Kidd 1d was afraidl w i ] just wanta feel you ain’t getting off for nothing ee you again, and thant yu! ‘I got some money on me,” Eddie articulated Maybe Iw iwful glad to he uO M you just as soon marked Sure. It don't matter to me. I don’t want all tl And n yu t trouble of gettin’ off the trair llow muct you got me to make that swal! *“*Look here!"’ a sharp, excited voice ame trom acro I hate to think of her getting away ( ree tt y the aisle “Don't you give her one cent.” Miss I pper 15 remarked If I'd’a ‘ ir place | Eddie turned. Peering out of Upper 15, the gorou think I'd ‘a’ had her sent up for five. or six yea You pretty features of the blue-serge girl blazed command oulda done it, too, but | suppose a fella fee lifferent “What you gotta say about it?”’ M ryce pped ibout a womar at her Oh, it would ‘a’ been too much trouble ar ‘I gotta say a lot,”’ the young woman returned sil ‘And expensive too watched you all evening, and I neard Vou ask him to trade The waitress brought Eddis Ul K mug Oo ff The berths. Isthat enough tosay? Don't you give her a cent.’ irrant-dotted brown ring “You-all have got to keep quietah,’’ the porter whis- Continued on Page 170 Eddie Turned. Peering Out of Upper 15, the pe! od at them frantically “TIT have got n y ih full of Vigorous, Pretty Features of the Biue:Serge puhsons tryin’ to sleep.” ne ene enema ‘“*] tell you I heard her ask him.’”’ There was no hus} ing Upper 15. “It’s just a game she’s trying to work “You musta had it quite a time.” “What you got to say to that q “No, I just bought it before the train started.” miss?”’ the porter asked “Oh, aren’t they terrible in a ticket office? 1 asked for “All I got to say is there’s some an upper special, and they told me they didn't have none. women would do anything to keepa j I like an upper —a woman alone, you know.” fella out of trouble he deserves! ‘ Do you, honest ies eddie asked, Miss Pryce fa riy howled “To sleep in a lower always seems like having a room on ‘“*Is that so?’’ the ground floor. It makes me awful nervous.”’ Upper 15demanded, Say, if it really does a and it seemed as “And | was wondering whether you'd mind changing though she were with me.” about to descend ** Gee, I'd be tickled to death! I like a lower lots better.” **Shush! Shush! ‘That's fine, then. Now, don’t you come back and bang — the porter implored around in here and keep me awake. You give me time to ‘Ah cain’t have so climb up and go by-by.”’ much noise.” ‘Sure,”” Eddie agreed “Oh, all right,’ In the smoking room he talked with a traveling man Miss Pryce said from Toledo until that individual professed fatigue and ‘“‘I'll call it off for this went to his slumbers. Then Eddie smoked a cigarette, and once, but yououghta it was so late that he drowsed off a little before it was do something about finished, and was only wakened by the snores of the porter, it, porter who had settled himself in the other corner of the sofa “Yeah, what you Quietly Eddie took off his clothes and got into the laven- oughta do,’’ Upper der silk pajamas which had been left in the laundry by 15 advised sue Frothingham Knight and confiscated by Eddie as part cinctly, “is arrest payment for Mr. Knight’s back laundry bill. Then, sliding that old broad for on his light overcoat, he started sleepily for Lower 16. blackmail.’ Hie was glad it was the end berth, because that didn’t “Say that again leave him any doubt as to the right one, but when he Miss Pryceshrieked, parted the curtains he was startled almost senseless to find partly emerging f omeone lying before him from | A woman's shrill voice said, “Say, what do you think “Tll say it and you re doing?”’ and instantly the bell for the porter double it.”’ sounded stridently through the car “You ladies has Convinced that he had stumbled into lower fifteen, Eddie gotta keep quiet, began an abject apology. the porter wailed. - “Git in yuh buths He Got Out a “Gee, I'm sorry. I thought this was my ‘You didn’t make any mistake about the end berth. now. Git in and q Caeck Book What do you think you're gonta get away with? draw yuh cuhtains. : ae Oe - ‘9 iguring. Fi With complete astonishment Eddie he : ant th the You want the natly He Said No I Why, Miss Pry he said, “I thought you f gentleman?”’ Guess Not" Virago spitting forth words at him was Miss Pryce. to get to yul

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ALE Idlehour a gentleman's magnificent country eventy x landscaped acres in the most exclusive sec rreenwich, Connecticut Large new Colo ansior th authentic early American furniture. Twelve bedrooms and bath eight servants’ rooms spaciou ning room, music room, library. Every modern ence and labor-saving device Kiectrie piano, organ, rapt range, vashing machine, refrigerator, radio. ca tabling for eight horse Private nine-hole iing pool, Three tennis courts, Address in } ‘ James Dollaway, Idlehours, Greenwich, the Lakington Apartment Park Avenue, or Building, Nassau Street, New York City. HIS is the advertisement Mr. Dollaway might quite properly have inserted had he ever wished to ell Ie There was little likelihood, however, » would ever need to sell it. It was his pride and joy, for he

10urs was well able to support a pride and joy, large crude-rubber man. has no reference to Mr. Dollaway’s personal ap- e, manners or character. In size, he was not large, broad and with a portliness proper to fifty-two; he } crude, being a dignified gentleman of precise axor; and there certainly was nothing rubbery about icter Mr rua ipbber man. Dollaway had, once upon a time, been Now, by virtue of his initiative he was a very rubber piled in ‘rspicacity and some good fortune with suses, a number of million dollars neatly put away a duplex apartment on Dolly,

ude-rubber man, no end of le stocks and bonds, Avenue, Idlehours, and a daughter. ‘<—-from Deerfield—it was six- The 1 correct riding attire, June morning was coolly

stood on TRA TE DOD B Mr. Waters Scanned a Typewritten Sheet. “*‘No Timeon This for Be ing Peevish,’’ He Said oo %

the broad, pillared veranda of Idlehours, tapping impa- Adcock, the hunter for boots Irish ¢ breakfast tiently his riding crop against his groom, was late in bringing round the Mr. Dollaway’s regular Saturday pre Adcock knew perfectly well that his job was to have the and ready at the canter. hunter saddled, bridled, immaculate front steps at 7:15 precisely. Yet it was not until almost 7:20 that Adcock led up Mr. Dollaway’s mount. The groom wore on his abashed brow the consciousness of sin. “Ah, good morning, Adcock,”’ Mr. Dollaway. “You're late—nearly five minutes late.” Adcock mumbled out some apologetic cockney about a said defective alarm clock. “One can always find excuses for tardiness,” Mr. Dollaway, ‘‘but seldom an adequate reason.” He swung himself into the saddle. Mr. Dollaway was not cross—at least, not very cross. It was too fine a day, and it was Saturday, which day, in the well-ordered life of Mr. Dollaway, was set aside for play. From Monday till Friday he was a vastly busy and an exacting executive; but Friday afternoon he closed his desk with a bang of finality, and until Monday devoted himself to play with a single-minded energy. ‘You know,” observed Mr. Dollaway, as his horse pranced and skittered, ‘‘a delay like this dislocates my schedule for the entire day.” All Adcock could think of to say was ‘‘Sorry, sir,” employer trotted off. Mr. Dollaway rode along filling his lungs with fresh country air and looking about him with a gratified, pro- prietary remarked as his smile. A glance at his wrist watch brought an annoyed expression to his lips. It was time to turn back. He must bathe and ct ange be fore breakfast, and break- fast, at Idlehours, was invariably on the stroke of eight. SATURDAY EVENING POST By RICHARD CONN June 25,1927 GEORGE W RIGHT Reluctantly, he turned and headed his mount ‘towa stables. He galloped.

He was tingling from a cold shower and ¢ tweed plus fours of a country squire, when at eight he his seat before a grapefruit in the me ]

ulously Colonial dining room. Across the old mahogany table—picked up, a | gain, in Salem-—-was another grape ‘Poole?’’ M Dollaway addresses the butler ‘Yes, sir. ‘‘Where is M L see hat Sa M Do iW \ she called?’ QO} es, s

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sne made a lace she he Ove he grape lit sever in unholy hou “T find no difficulty in getting up then,” said her fath ‘‘No wonder. You were in bed by ter **And you ge “Oh, I didn’t get to bed until somewhat later The father raised his eyebrows. ‘Late party, el **Not so very.” ‘Enjoy it?” “It didn't set me on fire ‘Il beg your pardon ‘I mean I| had only a mildly amusing tin We played demon thirteen and danced a bit.” **Who was there?”’ “Nobody “Odd party.” “T mean nobody worth mentioning. M ef friends of the Poodle “The Poodle?” “Yes; Sylvia Watterson’s brother Randoly He like one.”’ *T see.’”’ “Sophomores,” said Miss Dollaway sdainfu “Nothing on their minds but hair wax. They ton

you think they're men of the world— the cucumbers. Tw years ago they were in short pants, collecting cigar pictures. Their line flattens me out.” “You're not very ancient yourself, you kr her father reminded her “I'm twenty,” said Miss Dollaway “I'm throug! finishing school. I feel centuries older than those pal green bananas

Her father regarded her fres} the et 1% some moments. An idea seemed to occur to him. ‘* You're twenty,” he said. ‘* Well, well, thir of that! I supy One Ol these Gays you ll be thinking Ol getting married.

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST His daughter gave him a quick look. ‘ Dad,” said “what else do you think girls think about ‘You have considered it then?” Of course.” *M-m-m hopping round, as it were ‘Most girls start doing that at seven, or thereabouts inswered Dolly Well,” said Mr. Dollaway, in the portentous manner udults assume when Yiving advice to others younger and presumably less wise than themselves, “shop around, but don’t take a bargain. You deserve the best. I assure you, my dear, that | intend to be most particular about whom ] accept as your husband and my son-in-law “So do I,” said Dolly ‘Character,’ declared Mr Dollaway, in an oracular train, “is more important in a man than soulful eyes and a cleft chin.’ ‘| loathe cleft chins,” said Dolly, “1 always want to tick olives in them.’ Nowadays,” stated Mr. Dollaway, “there is no reason why foolish marriages should be contracted. I don’t make unsound investments, do 1?” “[T hope not, dad “Well, a man is like a stock. You can an » him, get fairly accurate information about him and predict pretty surely what he is going to do. Suppose I were going to take a partner ‘Oh, dad, you're not thinking of getting married ‘I am not. I meant a business partner. Well, what would I do?” ‘I suppose,’’ answered Dolly, “‘you’d make sure you pi ked the right man.” “Precisely. But how ‘Try him out somehow, I suppose. You'd find out if he knew his onions, stuck to his job, was easy to work with and didn’t have bad habits—like pinching money or stenographers.”’ “You get the idea suid Mr. Dollaway hat would act Lhat he was t be my procedure It can apply equally well toa sible murriagesa it iI husband } ler | t . Dolly looked a bit alarmed you mea i i] Mia vA na er ime u riage? She asked wit t I ya tier futher hooked more than aA hittie t i ~ W ul Lyre ‘ No, indeed. Certainly not. The trial should come be hed her breakfast, got the marriage.’ r" ed affa Dolly contemplated her poached egg thoughtfu le ns house ‘Girls,”’ she observed, “aren't as dumb about | ny a »phomore husband as you might think, dad. They have a hundred At luncheon that day M ) little ways of finding out whether he’s the man f them lie had beaten Harg They watch how he speaks to walter lor example ihey In il ‘ consider his taste in neckties and joKe Phey notice how ‘ ed he carries his liquor and plays games. Besides, dad, there dad something else which is sort of important may t \ count for much when you're picking a busine part its you. | ig but it’s different when you're getting married. | mear mer ty i ing n you've got to pe in love.’ ( roon ru i “ WW « “One can use common sense ever love said Mr That would be ve Dollaway ‘There, it’s time for me to go. I'm due t Now whom shall! you a meet Hargraves at the first tee at quarter to nine.’ He own particular friend the gulped the remainder of his coffee and went his way they Miss Dollaway continued to consume her egg wit Dolly considered pensive, puzzled brow. What was on her father’s mind *W s said, “‘there’s S This was, she reflected, the first time she could remem! Rho ind | i Ber that he had ever talked to her as if she were grown up. H ‘Yes: and what mer usual attitude toward her was one of absent-minded iz Again Dolly considered. ‘Ne dulgence. He had always shown her the careless affection “Qh, yes,’ approved her fat one bestows on a pet. Until her mother’s death, thre took you to the football gan years before, he had hardly noticed her at all When cir- “Ves And Gil Grosvenor and cumstances had brought them into closer contact with Rice.’ She read her father’s q each other, he had behaved toward her as if she were about they're all quite respectable twelve years old to be in the mood for teasing, or scolded if he felt like to Williams an something to be teased, if he happened went to Princeton and are in Wa £ | i scolding, but never to be taken very seriously. Now, sud- Sailors & Mariners Trust ¢ denly, Mr. Dollz away seemed to have become aware of the father. Continued on Page 112 He Played Tennis and Danced With Dolly. Opportunities Were Afforded for Long Tatks

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22 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST LUG ZIEP PIE ILIINS best held H imentable fact that experience is the er, though often a costly teacher, most ik e case of the Zeppelins. The loss of the ngle gale following the October raid yz d was tragic in many ways. After more € years 0 ir Operations, with constant improve- t W Pf t I a t € f ¢ eter t yur Zep- nad een I NI ott thelr forced enem nt It was a ind-fast es- ! ( tne nip r Howeve eve t oO 1 not mpen the araor of the tiated, b the remedy a alread) at hand. i have pointed OuL IN &@ previous ar ticle the urgent ne essity of providing greatest pos- ble climbing abu- because of tl mpro vements in nemy’s air plane branch. The Zeppelins had been forced into gher altitudes to escape the British Two methods d been open for thus obtain- puanes ng better altitude performance. One was to build larger ships, to make the avail- The latter idopted as an intermediate e other was ships lighter. easure because it would save time by renovating those craft en in existence \n engine was removed from ch ship. The gondolas were made smaller and better stream- ned, offering less resistance to iir. Other refinements con- tributed to the general scheme of alteration. These changes had lightened the ships without ippreciably reducing their ed of about sixty-seven miles What had red to make them as power- then Oc- It brought about other important improvements; for in- stance, an improved meteorological service, particularly in regard to the upper-air observations. The storm had not been properly anticipated by most of the airship command- ers because of inadequate knowledge and information on conditions in the higher strata. Oxygen apparatus also was improved, so there was no longer danger of the crews be- coming weakened in the high flights. Radio direction-finding methods were altered ap- preciably. Rotating radio-beacon were built to send directional signals to all points continuously, so that the airships could get their bearings without sending signals and awaiting their turn with the land stations, which in that case had to calculate and trans- mit their positions tothem. The radio service was reorganized to give preference to airship- stations position signals on such occasions and to avoid much confusion of the sort which had been largely responsible for the disastrous occurrence in October. June 25,1927 By ERNST Al. LEHMANN AIND HIOWARD MINGOS My opportunities for acquiring the facts before they filtered through official channels were excellent, for im mediately after the flight of the L-59 | was assigned to wor with the Zeppelin Company in the capacity of assistant manager in charge of relations with the navy. The navy was then the only buyer of Zeppelins, the army having discontinued their use. asserted that the The I do not agree with those who have army found them unfit for service in land operations records prove the contrary. The Army Zeppelin Record HIRT Y-FOUR Zeppelins had been commissioned in the army service. Sixteen had been lost in action with the enemy, including two burned in their hangars by bombs, two shot down over enemy country stranded in the same territory. Four ships were lost with- out enemy action. Three of these had stranded in Germany and two others and one had been blown out to sea by a gale. The fourteen had been either transferred to the n¢ dis mantled as obsolete. All told, the army Zeppelins had made 284 raids and others ivy or long-distance pa- ‘ is free ms? The gale that d carried the four craft ned to the at least 18,000 0 Fy ince Was con! her altitudes feet. There lay the answer. The engines were giving much ess power at such heights than was really needed. In the fied air the speed of the ships was reduced a fourth, or out fi ve miles an hour, and this was not enough ¢ me r elocity of the wind The speed per- ! A t kept pace with the rapid progress in mbing ability. Better engines were required. Learning Through Experience r, and aireaay _ \'T situation had been foreseen, howeve e task had been put up to the same organization that ipplied our former motors — the Maybach factory at mt sates 7 : 3 ‘ e October tragedy Maybach produced a ew kind of motor. It was known as the supercompressed e. Overdimensioned and overcompressed, it did not eve ts full power near the surface, but rather in neig say, at 6000 feet. There it worked best, t endered satisfactory service at the greatest alti- ides that the ships could normally reach. It increased the peed by more than ten miles an hour in normal alti- at winter these new engines were installed ] gi Zeppelir dit was not long before others, both ir erman ibroad, were develor g high-compression £ s ‘ g by experience The Interior of the Los Aageles, Showing the Gas Cells Partly Inflated. Above—The Passenger Cabin The school of experience was not all hard knocks. The successes were none the less fruit- ful. The great trip of the L-59 to Africa and return a few weeks later more than justified the national faith in the Zeppelin. As I have pointed out, circumstances had forced the L-59 to fly a greater distance than if she had not been recalled before reaching her destination. The mileage covered on trip was greater than her original route from Jamboli to Southern East Africa; longer even than the direct route from Germany to the United States. , that an air- her round That proved, as far back as 1917 ship could be flown between the two countries. Actually the L-59 had covered the distance be- and Chicago; and had carried no cargo, she could have gone halfway tween Germany she around the globe without stopping. On checking up the log of the L-59 we knew then what we had believed for some time. The flight had demonstrated conclusively that long- distance airship transportation was then techni- cally solved. Its definite establishment would have been possible at least ten years ago, and trol fligh west east and southeast. Of that number 188 hae been successful This re presente dan emcency perl ance ol 66 pe! cent —-all mili its own peculiar mission, 206 of which were raids The raids in the west, over England, Bel- gium, were less suc France and cessful than those in other sections Of the 104 raids attempted against the three coun- tries—I am still speaking of the Zeppelins without in- army alone, cluding naval prevented only by the political unrest ol Was the worid, Completing the Los Angeles at Friedrichshafen

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST craft only fifty two were successful, { whereas two-thirds of the seventy-two | raids across the Eastern Front succeeded ol 7 and 50 per cent of those in the southeast were Capped with success. Only thirty x of the army airship personnel were ed during all these operations, among them nine officer Two crews say, | twenty-two men were taken prisone! Of course | am not saying that the only a few hundred ar. There were be training and exper! of equipment, and some flights which wert andoned near enemy territory be ‘ se of adverse weather or mechanical | trouble, and these in many Cases are ews recorded only in the grand total of about t ¢ 2500 flights made by the army Zeppelins 1 during their war service. ope I know, too, that one can demonstrate ther almost any point by statistics, and that The Los Angeles Passing Over the Island of Terceira in the Azores, strass figures are treacherous particularly so on its Flight to America KNOW where they can be juggled. But I believe made that both from a military and a technical point of view a_ activities, beginning with the design in its most delicate In 1915, wo performance of 66!3 per cent successful military operations — incipi stage and passing through the many periods of observation car, one ¢ offsets the conclusion of some critics that the Zeppelin construction, testing and delivery, but by no means er g Zeppe i was unsatisfactory in overland work. I am sure that any _ there. remarkably effective military leader would be satisfied with a similar percentage As contact man with the navy it was important that I over in my mind. Iw of successes in any phase of warfare. Incidentally only should follow up the career of each ship, study the results of storing the planes a one-fourth of the British airplane attacks on Zeppelins of all changes, improvements, innovations, the behavior ing them on again were even partly successful. of new types under all conditions, so that the builders The naval Zeppelin L- Whether the Zeppelin military and technical successes should have the benefit of the acid tests to which the ships and launched an airpla were actually worth the effort and expenditure of lives and money is another question. In relation to army activities it is a real question, not so simple of solution as in the case of the naval Zeppelins. The latter formed an important fac- From their services in that direction it ys possible to determine their value as an aid to the For one might count the number of vessels which on tor on the patrols. various occasions they saved from damage or destruction. The Airship and Airplanes | r IS a fact generally accepted in military circles that an nstrument which can produce an effect detrimental to the enemy is worth considerable sacrifice and cost, so long as the desired effect cannot be obtained in a more simple and less costly manner. That, I may add, was the attitude of the German high command. It was the reason why our military leaders were satisfied with their Zeppelins until and here is an important point—better means were de- veloped to obtain the same results— airplanes, for example. My position with the Zeppelin Company during that year of war was most interesting, because in one way or another it dealt with almost every phase of airship were subjected at the Front I had to see that each naval Zeppelin was properly built to specifications and fully out- fitted. Then I had to demon- strate it before an acceptance commission, the members be- ing naval engineers headed by the officer assigned to com- mand it. There were many ground tests and a few flights. Ships of a proved type were usually delivered after only one or two test flights, but a new type required more. Then I accompanied each ship on its delivery trip. The delivery trips took me to Nordholz, where I heard the latest regarding airship ac- tivities from the commanders themselves. There also were the two foremost leaders, oo The Interior of the Bodensee, Showing the Gas Cells Ready for Inflation operation tallied t i was one oOo! the most it demonstrated the ¢ the creat the rig The Zeppe r 1918 it was re trie ne \ war purpost i } | termed | | trial s | | Con | {) : AX ifé law.4@ hea a“ ' \ — ————_ —__- -—_-- - |) y Part of the Crew's Quarters on the Bodensee Ships. A ‘ ( t we wi ij} ¢ r MH e ¢ is , i t et ne ™ r il Ke ‘ it é r S ele r m 2 ig 4 t offe ‘ j ) I 1 no ¢ experiment | 1ca ne Be / Il pra e na ere ‘ x menting with the com! rhe first te maki: t } er t CW { eS ( i iu ‘ ( ed the nite ~ Scott Fic [lin ] q y iv ) r { é “ ‘ Arr t Ba (;emr ed n He ! ley , ) ( Vf. St t a rr { M Continued on Page 71

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 24 The Doctor's Lip Curted. ‘‘Of Course You Will Print the Malicious Charges Against Me”’ HE foreman of the composing room of the Sugar Hollow Sentinel entered from the street and stood ng balefully at his employer. No more terrify- e’s had been seen in the village within ScOoWil ny visage thar Jak it caused strong men to shudder and the memory of man; from the midst of this malevolent But ive of features issued a voice so soft and gentle and one refused to credit his ears and believed ants to scream cutting up capers. * said Jake. entriloquist must be some news goin’ on, , editor and proprietor of the Sentinel, turned a very youthful, large-eyed, wistful and poetical face to- estimated Mr height at five feet four, One would have Oakes’ not more than nineteen, his t one hundred and twenty pounds, and his o« as musician of the more soulful sort asked Don hopefully, “in fa murder?” T wan't no murder j a much-needed suicide very bod) ilive so fur as I know,” a Ja One can’t expect too much,” said Don, wagging | head disappointedly. ‘‘ Wait! hat I? y — t f et I'm getting warmer now! If it doesn the altar or once tne grave now about t iit Wa tir aid Jake to tell ye il ou ¢ emea nee Ther ! i guessing game?’’ Don ghee Someone Ways spoiling my in Tr ocent an ement Lay on, Macduff!’ You know that hain’t my name,” said Jak It is Ww = it It ] ( Jake ‘Jest Jake You smell as sweet by that as any other.” It em or Seems like the cook to the boardin’ e kin git onion into the drinkin’ water.” Don sighed B time,”” he said we get to your ece ol new tw embodied in the histor books anc 4 ii ¢ r tie DOYS and giris hoo P a fst TSE #& TF ES OD B ““T was ready to tell it straight off,” said Jake. **And why didn’t you?” Jake pondered this, and was unable to perceive just the reason for his reticence, though he knew there was a reason. **Let’s make a fresh start,’’ Don said. ‘I'll count. When et go with both barrels. I say three shut your eyes and One, two, three!” **Doe Noble’s in the calaboose, breath. “Do you mured, incarcerated and charged with high Don Oakes asked. ‘The way it looks to me,”’ said Jake all in one is arrested, detained, im- chance to mean he crimes and misdemeanors?” said Jake, “he was jest plain pinched. That there deppity sheriff, Big-Foot Mosher, was luggin’ him to jail.” Don considered briefly. “did you ever suffer from the disease said, cnown * Jake,”” he as the itching foot?” ‘I roamed around some when I was young.” t's bad. It’s reprehensible. It has brought young men to ruin. But, Jake, in no manner is it to be compared in noxious virulence with the itching jaw. It, and nothing else, has brought the doctor to this pass. Do you read Biblical history, Jake?” ““Don’t seem as though.” “If you did,” said Don, *“‘ you would know that Samson was the only man to find a reasonable use for a jawbone. “I dunno what you're gittin’ at.” “I’m arriving by stealth at the movable section of Doc- tor Noble’s skull. An estimable citizen, the doctor, and earnest, but a most ill-advised jaw wagger.” “They can't put you in jail for talkin’,”’ said Jake. ‘“‘Where is the doctor?”’ Don asked pertinently. ‘‘He’s walking the roads of rif? Fox been the vicinage accusing She June 25,1927 } jf j 797 if vy Clarence Budington JXellamel VLD FOR LAT Yr wWiretKL_ Liat mM Liogkpes & courthouse crowd of various and su and the ary skullduggeries, of one idea. The in season and out. Ama reformer, Jake, is the most valuable asset of the virtuoso in wickedne said Jake ‘**Mebby,” ‘He is the bell tied to the tail of the cat of virtue. The naughty mice hear it jingle and hunt their holes ling to the wise is sufficient.’ ‘I earn my wages,” hain’t paid to know what you're talkin’ about aid Don, ‘“‘that Sheriff Fox has been irked said Jake, ‘“‘runnin’ “7 deem,” by the doctor’s conversation, not to say Hence the pyramids.” irritated and made to feel uncomfortable. ‘I got to git to work,’ * said Jake “Did you lear isked Don, particular mal feasance is charged against the doc?” **Suthin’,” said J ‘to do with peddlin’ dope “It would be,” said Don. ‘‘ The sheriff is dosing him wit} as one might say and one does.” a hair of the dog, iI D' ICTOR NOBLE did not remain long in durance. Bail was supplied promptly by friends and he was released to go about his several concerns. He was met in the offic of the jail by his daughter Iris, a young woman so petite Don Diana so trim, so very enjoyable to look at that privately thought of her as the Vest-Pocket as she stood and waited for her father, she Her eyes were bright wit! Set med evel more delicious than ever before. outrage, her color a tr determination and a sense of \ very small womar subdued, and there was dignity sometimes may wear a more impressive garment of dignit than your nobly proportioned Junos Prosecutor Ellsworth came alone out of the sheriif’ ottice and walked to Iris’ side “Tris,” he said, “I an placed in a cruel dilemma.” She swept him and his personal problems aside. “I! father who is in the cruel dilemma,” she said bitter]; “The idea! The very idea of accusing him of such a thing Surely vou can’t believe anvone will take it seriously !”’ ‘Il fear we must take it seriously,” said sworth Oakes Now,

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 25 “But father has pent all! life fighting this drug thing “You never iid Dor int " ‘ () here in the mountains. [Everyone knows it. It’s a cruel, how far it w im} " cruel lie.”’ Come, fathe i] A low yr ‘Il hope he can prove it,” said Ellsworth ing with him? | yo Wa y ‘Prove it! Why should he prove it?) Doesn't the one ‘Why, indeed ‘ Don. a who made the charge against him have to supply the passed from the roon Phen he turned t ‘ ‘ proof?” Whom the gods would de ‘He does,” said Ellsworth. “‘A man is presumed it ‘they first make | headed | I law to be innocent until his guilt is proved past a reasona thought this up alone and unaided wie t iving n ble doubt. But int **OQakes,”’ said | WO yrave i'd bett “ ) ‘But what?” your oar out of Ul - He j Ave t ' ‘Tris, do you realize I shall have to prosecute him?” “The device of the House of Borgia tid Dor ‘*I suppose so,"’ she said, as this new idea came home bull’s head And see what it did ther ‘ mayginatior ©) »her. ‘* That is your job, isn’t it?”’ herilf has adopted it H | A ‘ WW ‘I can resign,” he said in a low voice tor ngs und velvet init She looked at him queerly. “What good would that “T can’t see you as a matado ‘ do she asked I do like "em when tl a i 1) \ ‘ r *None, | fear.” upprovingls Now let’s drive in a few i t S t rY t eautilu ‘ 1 M Before iny other word could pass between them be have the minions of the law got on the ad ) I'm ire suid | SY tween these two young people whose names were always A copious sufficiency,” said | wort mpelled to do my dut linked together in village ZOSsip Doctor Noble entered, sia) hope the sherit? hasn't overdone it wid Lh But | bet she never con head erect, face set. Iris ran to him and threw her arm tously. “His type of mind is prone to be overt! iy | suppose you've ir witnesses in leg about his nect “Oh, daddy, daddy!” she cried Now let's see 1 wonder if I int vu t the damning ‘ e being heid as mate i ‘l suppose I should have expected No little deta ol something like this,”’ said the good the ipa doctor “But L didn’t think they pa The In i would dare CO} hook B he n 1 ‘It’s nothing, daddy. It’s just maxims, did: H nothing Nobody will believe it.’”’ the est bu ‘ ‘ Doctor Noble smiled ** People al- wh insurance \\ ways believe,’”” he said, and then n mm here nodded stiffly as Don Oakes came The ‘ yw into the room. Net On the « é Oakes had been a great disap- loubt he w e ren i pointment to the doctor, who had By any odd ec} t looked to him to become his active rea to r t i) ‘ ally in his battle against the de- itting out the ( r wing bauching of the community with a scare bootleg liquor and drugs. He can expect 1iffe trea Iris’ eyes flashed and her cheeks ment than that ‘ he flushed. ‘‘I suppose this is news! ised she said. > ire re going t vu ‘It seems,” he said, “to have “ t Um—lI've A me passed the state of gossip.” pretty = p ’ The doctor's | p curled **Of course il t iple i Irie A you will print the malicious charges yu make t ‘ est | igalnst me eve Ow I ‘ “ It will be wasteful and extrava- ng tence thet ‘ } gant excess,”’ said Don, “‘as pouring t er t perfume on the violet. I fancy some ta imeliorat t é hint of it will get about without my he by the } help. Nevertheless I shall allude to see m so to it ‘In an | ‘In words dictated by Sheriff Fox, Have mer A y doubtless,’’ said the doctor like a vise ‘Not verbatim, doctor. Oh, not I remember pre verbatim. The sheriff makes himself Then w é t me ntelligible, but he doesn’t parse sage from me s t it Have you a statement to make for the charge against ‘ vet ire the press? quashed by noon t v, and f ‘None,” said the doctor. ‘“‘ You confessions of 1 pe haven't the courage to print what | jury by the wit ‘ in n would say.” hands by that t | : **] don’t go in much for courag moratorium. He needn't implicate said Don; *“‘not even a little old last nimse i e the ar’s courage.”’ docto act é ge the ‘You certainly don’t,’’ said Iris t he nove have bitingly fron g t It ‘Discretion,’ said Don, “‘is what I'n ‘ rt a man has when he walks downstairs Ar ‘ in instead of jumping off the roof into ed Ellswort a net. Both sorts reach the sidewalk Ihe in eventually . Shall I say you aut t » me had no statement to make for publi- est t tent f e, 1 cation?” i pple grow il ‘“You may say it is a trumped-up ird e |e ‘ é charge. You may say it rests upon e canine. There shall be w perjured testimony procured by in v Sheriff Fox and his gang.” er | ture ! “Which, of course, you are pre I repe I \ pared to prove?” ett ina ‘ “Right will prevail,’ said the Or i ‘ ) doctor. : ) i t £ ‘Now that’s news,’ said Don, the act t the or nodding his head. ** The vicinage will é f be edified, not to Say downright t f Y startled, by tne spectacle of rignt I nose | prevailing. Will it doit alone, doctor, t \t or will there be a certain amount of t e Tew Tee outside help?” ‘ | y ‘ I “We can say safely,” Iris said, . ' e. 3 D) , () ‘ } ‘ “that none of the he'p will come “lf He Ketches Me a:Watchin'’ Him,’’ Said Pazzy, ‘‘He'll Run Me So Fast from you.” I’li Shed Off Fifty Pound of Fiesh’’ Continued on Page 15¢

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST MOTIVE PQWIEIR ILLuU June 25,1927 = By Henry C. Rowlame! YZ STRATED Br Cc. D. WILLIAMS The Next Moment She Was Coming Back Toward Him With a Smile of Recognition That Was Almost a Laugh Iv ARY BROWN moved over under the tall reading lamp. She slipped back the top of the wrap, or gown, revealing a pair of very beautiful shoulders, e skin like Parian marble. \ ner They were fuller shoulders than one, to see in a tailored suit, would have ex- pected; no bony prominences in evidence, and though no doubt muscular beneath, yet with a superficial plumpness made the most perfect medium to register any leat pressure applied. We should have kept the doctor,’’ Mr. Clark said with t kle ’ ‘and we find what we want, young lady next to him, it’s a lawyer’s job. If , this case will mighty on be closed.” Marcus looked eagerly, and he was a singularly modest ing man. He looked and his heart sank, for there on the nterior border, where, the deltoid muscle faint reddish discoloration that must in an athlete e been caused by a thumb, while on the posterior bor- 1uscle were two similar marks on a level, to indicate the tips of the first and middle fingers. Over itter t ielicate skin was even slightly abrased. ‘My word,’ Marcus muttered, ‘‘the scoundrel did give ptt 3 What the tindings?”’ napped the sheriff, who had en su i eye ¢ the stair t two pre The ent and accounted for. r v tomorrow morning better.” M examined the right shoulder. ‘‘Here’s some- What The ‘ wer down on the upper arm, and on nger show i Are yo e ity rhe } P | rht ove houlder Me sé They changed places. The sheriff examined first one and then the other of the soft and lovely shoulders glowing under the lamp. His face reminded Mary Brown of the It had the pondering look of the Sage of the penthouse brows, the deep furrow between the eyes, even the dewlaps under the jaw. “Hum. *Scuse me, young lady.’”’ The sheriff took the left arm in his powerful hand and exerted a gentle pressure of grip. “‘Well, grabbing this way, the middle finger might squeeze a lot tighter. Curious, all the same.” He drew the garment back over the bare skin and stood frowning at the girl. “What's it all about?” “This man Vogel is shy the first joint of his right index finger,’ growled the sheriff. He was plainly disappointed. “Really? I could have told you it wasn’t Vogel.” “Why?” Marcus asked. ‘Vogel was wearing felt slippers, to move quietly. This man had on shoes—tan ones, I think. I saw them as I fell k and he turned.”’ bloodhound ’s. Samos she asked. hac K “What were you wearing?" Marcus asked. “4 nly a silk blouse I'd a georgette crépe. pped off my jacket to wash my hands.” very sheer ‘Please go and get that blouse,’’ Marcus said. Mary The sheriff looked at Marcus thoughtfully lways claimed an old hound and a young srown went out. one was the best combination for running a fox.” “This lets out Vogel.” a And the 4 rl’ offer to show us these marks?” Marcus said ure does s bein’ mixed up in it too. Why didn't she “| don't know,” “There's another thing. From the very first she’s acted almost as if she were look- g for trout ourting sus or And it’s pretty hard { i Ow ‘ oul ne rut now or le ist gues it me easor a} Mlr. © i } ‘ ‘ t ‘ ofr ‘*Women hands. We got “What?” “Whoever the fellow id a strong grip. Used No need to mutilate the shove her into her room. Why grab her anyhow are curious critters omethin , though was, he hi it unconscious-like. girl just to ? Why not a push on the chest?”’ “That's so, why not? “Looks almost like she’d tried to grab him that suggests something too.” Marcus nodded. ‘As felt no great fear of him.” Mary Brown came down the stairs it S entering the room, she took from under her peignoir a georgette blouse she handed to Marcus at it, then looked «1 “‘Have you examined this?” “‘T just slipped it off and threw it aside “Well,” said Marcus, “ said the sheriff. ‘It had to be him He carried it to the light, glanced uickly at the girl. this time we've got “*T can guess,” “Yes,” Marcus said slowly, “he was logically the 1 bet. There were three others, but not g “What are you talking about?" Mary Brown de manded. ‘‘ Who did it have to be and wh; “Vogel,” said the sheriff slowly, ‘‘or the chauffeur, or MeNeil, or Simpson. It could hardly be Mrs. McNeil.” ‘*But why not an outsider?” the gir There came again that gle and the smothered smile. He looked at M “Let Lawyer True say it. He may be one of these closet naturalists, like | j but all the san etty g Wouldn't take long to make a real hunter m, Il re Woodsman and tracker sg It had to be somebody or ‘ r M bloodhour edtoa ‘

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST serving as watchdog, and his scent is so fine that it recog nized you as an acquaintance when you came “Wrong,” said Mary i seen me “That dog has never Brown ‘By gum!” The sheriff looked less chagr 1 than spired. He checked himself ““Then,’’ said Marcus, “ car that brought Miss Brown.” The sheriff rose, adjusted his spectacles, then took the he knew the man who drove the georgette blouse and examined it closely under the lamp. He glanced at Mary Brown. “Didn't notice these marks when you took it off? “No.” The sheriff picked up the magnifying glass and examined held this f Her voice was slightly muffled Stained part of the the dark smudges, then fabric to his nose. “That's the truth, I reckon Do you happen to carry a littl S’ pose | change that ques- pottie ol tion a mite cleanser with you Ww hen you travel Stuff that smells sort of like benzene.”’ ““Yes,”’ she murmured The sheriff nodded Sponged my Sunday clothes ised to use it My wife Jut it won't take out burned “oo good oil in just one dab.”’ His keen but kindly face became sud- denly austere. Stepping into the hall he called harshly, ‘Vogel!”’ There was the sound of a door opening upstairs. But before Vogel could answer, Mary Brown said quickly, “Wait a minute, Mr. Clark. It’s not worth while t« for the chauffeur.”’ The sheriff turned. “It wasn’t he!” “Why not?” ‘Because Vogel went to the window immediately and ‘UT he 7h Why not led him to come and bring a tool to pry the door. He » had time to put on his gaiters. T who grabbed me had on no gaiters. I told you I noticed wouldn’t h: ie man his shoes “5 Vogel called, ‘Coming, sir.”’ ‘‘Never mind,” the sheriff's voice was harsh. ‘“‘ False alarm.” A Figure Was Stepping Into a Canoe and, as Marcus Looked Around, He came back into the room and stood looking down at Mary Brown His face more than ever rese bloodhound’s, but it was now set more the ex “Wh here m the stat ‘I don Again the sheriff stepped out into the } ye called again; and, as the door opened, “ Never 1 t ng down. Who was the man that drove M Bre ere tonight?” ‘I couldn't tell you “Did ye *K at hir “No, ad paid him and he soon as sne “Did anybor see him or the i ‘No, sir.” *What sort of car Vogel mentioned the make nd adde It wa f our O1dG Cars, SIT Mr Orr n traded it off a year ago t hacking and the cf ‘All right Hope I won't need to call you again ‘Very well, sir.’’ The sheriff took a turn or two of the room. He pauss abruptly to stare at Marcus, a quizzical expression or face. ‘Dog 1 Marcus, ‘“‘know the sounds of t : ers’ cars “Yep,” agreed the sheriff, ‘‘and as far as they can hear Brown His gaze passed to Mary want to cover this fellow’s tracks on your them.” ‘*Because,”’ she said slowly, “‘when I saw those burne oil marks, I had for the first time a suspicion that they might have been made by the man who drove me here Marcus shook his head “Not good enough, M Brown,” She swung on him quickly. ‘‘What’s that ‘Not good enough. I heard the car drive away still running in the distance when I heard your scream.” Marcus went on quietly: “* The he said sadly, heavily It wa Mary Brown was silent sound of your scream was faint and muffled, because you nside the 1 . : reshnoid of the Nali room; on the t! re! rr t b af Hy VW I \ VV | ‘ ( wl “ ' ‘ Was there anot Mary Brow W \ re 1 i IT Ye So the mig ? ’ ar started ¢ ‘Per en The er xz te i t wi if to press his que This uncommon pr simile of tl! ( no I think I under nas eda! a Shoved Clear and Shot Out on Continued on Page the I ake 130

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28 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THE SATURDAY EVENING POST FOUNDED A°’D'1728 PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY BY THE CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY INDEPENDENCE SQUARE PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA, U.S.A. GEORGE HORACE LORIMER, EDITOR 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 mit by U.S. Money Order, Express Money Order, Check r by Draft, payable in U. S. Funds 2 issues). R lo Canada—By Subscription, $2.00 the Year (52 issues). Single Copies, tive Cents—Canadian or U.S. Funds exclusive of those mentioned, by subscription Remittances by Postal or Express payabie in U. S. Funds. lo Foreign Countries post paid, $6.00 the Money Order or by Draft on a bank in the U. S Year (52 issues) PHILADELPHIA, JUNE 25, 1927 Oral Salvation 7 VEW of us quite realize how necessary to future human welfare and happiness is the continued progress of dent teeth more often become injuriously af- stry. The fected, are more apt to become defective beyond the possibility of successful curative treatment, and are more ommonly eliminated by surgery, than is any other portion of the human organism The most common important bodily defect among civil- ed peoples is dental decay, which may, if it proceeds far enough, occasion serious or fatal infection of the body as a whole. Dentistry has become remarkably proficient in the mechanical procedures of repair, restoration and replace- ment. Manual or digital dexterity here reaches a high point of perfection. No architect or engineer quite equals the practicing dentist. At times dentistry has had to face social disparagement and professional belittlement. Yet it has reached a high usefulness, and promises even more. For cen- turies the teeth had no care except that given them by goldsmit ewelers, ivory turners, umbrella menders, en- ravers, barbers, and itinerant jacks-of-all-trades. Dentis- x regarded as a specialty of applied mechanics, identai relation to the art of healing. In a series of reports on the study of dental education by ‘arnegie Foundation a justified tribute is paid to the and proficiency of the profession, but the fact is pointed out that ‘‘neither dentistry nor medicine has learned how to prevent the general incidence of decay, or advance lines of infection through a decayed tooth, or with certainty to destroy all the organisms at infected root, or to restore the health of the an apex where an infection has occurred.” It is admitted that the proper treatment of a tooth ected pulp and apex presents a series of very perplexing problems. Various opinions are held and un- happy disagreements abound. ‘ Meanwhile the triumphs of partisanship often sacrifice the welfare of patients.” Until recently there has been a traditional indifference on the part of medical science to the preservation of teeth and the prevention and cure of dental disease. Teeth were regarded as so many stones, rather than as living parts of an imate body. Their loss did not disturb physicians any more than did that of the hair. All this has changed, but the traditional separation of medicine and dentistry still leaves the teeth the only part of the body in a special do- main of healing not included in the practice of medicine. Even now the medical schools pay little if any attention to clinical dentistry or to dental research. Forcibly to include dentistry as a branch of medicine might cause needless demoralization. But dentistry will become the equivalent of an oral specialty in the practice of medicine. Dentists are tending to develop into sanitarians and oral physicians as well as engineers and surgeons. Yet the mechanical and wsthetic demands are so great that the profession is almost certain to remain separate. cooperation can and is being had between the But closer medical and dental schools. At one time many of dental schools were proprietary, but there is a marked tendency for them to become ever larger and more im- portant units in the great state or endowed universities. The the Dental Council and other organizations have a fine record of ac- Carnegie Foundation, Educational complishment in raising the standards of dental education. But the basic need is comprehensive and penetrating research in the biology of the subject. The refinement of materials used and the invention of useful devices have shown great advances, but there has not been as great a corresponding research leading to discoveries for the pre- vention of dental and oral maladies. The universities are greatly in need of permanent funds for dental research. For the most part the dental schools lack endowments, and ‘n some cases are obliged to keep the quality of their work to the level of their income from fees. Millions of people, perhaps most of the population, are directly affected in health and happiness by the relative lack of fundamental research in this field. Here, certainly, is an object that should commend itself to those who have been fortunate in amassing wealth. The New War Debts UCH of the favorable attention attracted by the Hon. Theodore E. Burton's public utterances in re- gard to the equity of the several war-debt settlements is due to his gift for using big figures so as not to confuse, but to clarify and enlighten. His skill in this respect is the more striking because so many quoters of statistics em- ploy them with contrary effect. Mr. Burton, as a member of the World War Foreign Debt Commission, has had occasion to make a thorough study of the whole debt situation. This implies not only a minute examination of the debts themselves, and of every feasible project for extinguishing them, but a close-up scrutiny of the economic balance sheets of all the nations involved. In this way, and in this way only, is it possible to get the complete picture—a picture in which all the ele- ments appear in the same scale and in proper relative proportion. To illustrate how Mr. Burton’s comparisons work out, let us consider the case of Czecho-Slovakia. At first sight her annual payments of three million dollars might seem burdensome, for her total population is twelve million. Theoretically every inhabitant must send us twenty-five cents a year; but this obligation is overshadowed by the per capita cost of maintaining an army of 150,000, which mounts up to over four dollars a head, not to mention the taxation required to support the civil establishment of the government. During the next eighteen years Czecho- Slovakia is scheduled to pay us a total only a little in excess of her military expenditure for one year. Equally significant ratios are revealed when we delve into the ledgers of the larger nations. Great Britain is set- tling at an annual rate of about four and one-tenth per cent of her revenue. In the case of Italy, six-tenths of one per cent of her annual revenue meets the requirements of the situation; and France would find rather less than one per cent of her yearly expenses would enable her to do all that is asked of her in the near future. The following quotation from a recent speech by Mr. Burton hits the nail on the head: “If Europe comes to its own, it must be through an abatement of the crushing burden of military expenses and June 25,1927 by doing away with that suspicion and distrust which now make them watch each other. Let us take the case of France. The appropriations for the latest year for which according Put that over against the $30,000,000 that they are paying to there are statistics were 5,169,000,000 frances, or to present rates of exchange, about $200,000,000. their expenses for military And the , on the other hand, us. Give them credit for this; purposes are less than they were before the war. Great Brit same is true of Italy. has military expenses aggregating $582,000,000, about three and one-half times what they are although their payments are by far the largest. increase in military expenses in England over prewar times is about $200,000,000 more than they are annually paying us.” themselves, the Considered by the payments of all debtor nations may seem to be of heroic or even of colossal stature; but the moment they are set over against the incomes from which they are derived they shrink to their proper proportions. Comparison with military expenses likewise dwarfs them. Amateur Criminals T A TIME when society is seeking with renewed and A determined energy to protect itself against banditry and other depredations of the hardened criminal it may seem immaterial to refer to the running social sore of the souvenir hunter. Men and women who carry towels away from hotels and silver spoons from restaurants or even from private entertainments are depressingly numerous. The practice is expensive for hotels, railroads and other utilities, and its wide extent and the relative acquiescence which it receives indicate a menacing flaw in public morals. Perhaps the statements on this point issued from time to time by managers of places of public resort should be taken with a grain of salt. Whatever one’s profession or vocation, public sympathy is always welcome. If guests become thoroughly imbued with the idea that hotels suffer really serious losses from petty general thievery , there may be less complaint over bills. Business always seeks to reimburse itself for loss. Yet in the main the statements of responsible hotel men must be credited, although it seems beyond belief that, as stated, a single large city hotel has lost through theft as many as twenty thousand towels in a year. We do know that guests take not only towels but bed linen, blankets, pin cushions, clocks, pictures, lamps, lamp shades and many other objects. It is the most commonplace observation that | losses fre- l quently occur at large social gatherings, such as balls and wedding receptions, which cannot be ascribed either to uninvited guests or to servants. When really serious thefts take place and the police are called in to search everybody, suspicion often turns to really innocent persons because of their possession of small silver or linen belonging to the host or hostess. The police have an unpleasant but neces- sary manner of questioning the larger morals of persons guilty of petty indiscretions. There are hotels which place upon movable objects Hotel 3ut the honest guest does not enjoy having thrown unremovable labels reading: Stolen from the Blank. at him the fact that a minority, small but annoyingly sub- stantial, of his fellow travelers are thieves. It is extremely difficult to prevent the operations of the horde of amateur criminals, and the rare cases of detection are not worth prosecution, fiber or The problem obviously is to build up moral muscle in the individual; it is flabby in too many instances Surely there is no use in talking about business ethics or drawing up impressive codes of conduct for whole profes sions and industries as long as hotels suffer losses running far into the thousands from theft on the part of guests who sons in at merely, in order to pay the charges, must be per Parents, scl ools, churche least the middle walks of life. Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts, service clubs, newspapers every civic organization —must hammer away at the fact that life is dross unless there is moral backbone. A keer conscience in the individual is the only bulwark that any society can have against disintegration and chaos.

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Algaiuv¢y IN Tile ALR RAVEL by air under proper condi- tions can be as safe today as trans- portation in any other known form of land or sea conveyance. Proper conditions for the maximum of safety require, in addition to best modern craft, trained operating personnel, organized airways and airports, and adequate weather and communication services. With such facilities, types of aircraft are now ailable which I believe would show a lower percentage of risk in actual experience than travel by automobile. To avoid any addition to the widespread confusion the statements as a preliminary to the assertion that safety is To say that problems of aerial navigation, I make these about l the primary need of commercial aviation. travel in the air may be relatively less dangerous than travel on land or sea, and in the same breath that more safety is aviation’s greatest need, may appear to be mere th paradox. Yet the fact is that no conflict exists

Ing W etween these two views except that created by the con- fusion of aims and ideas in the public and professional mind ch has marked the whole course of our progress in the wh air since the war. The failure to discuss safety is the immediate cause of this confusion, and has had an effect wholly the opposite of that which was expected. Regardless of the statistics of mileage flown without accident over certain organized lines with which one is deluged whenever the subject of safety in the air is mentioned, the progress of commercial aviation has been delayed by the average man’s fear of the dangers involved. He is quite willing to marvel at the statistics, but in his own traveling his selection of a vehicle

is guided by what he reads on the front page of his news- paper, and by what he sees. At present the publicity is divided in varying ratios between spectacular exploits, such as the makinz of new altitude, endurance and speed records, and the casualties men always have been willing to pay as the price of their pioneering two na- It is evident that one disastrous crash in whicl tional heroes lose their lives has more effect on the public mind than a million miles of safe commercial flying which is more or less nationally invisible. The average citizen, no distinction between But Having tabooed the subject of in other words, draws prestige flying and commercial aviation. the confusion is not confined to the layman safety, the professional whose aim it is to create a pul demand for commercial aviation is caught up in a vicious circle of record making. In the hope of overcoming preju- airplane which results from the numerous dice against the 1G crashes of flyers, he must set its goal even further beyor the known safety limit and take greater chances. Every commercial manufacturer, designer and pilot knows that disaster is almost a mathematical certainty under this procedure. ASK ME ANOTHER! By larry Fk. Guggenheim ni .2™ war wa re oO ‘ fo this process I pite of the progre pressure n the development ol! tne ct abie that I there i een no W ation might be much further advance we known to most aviators that t Wr ght plane had some fiving characte greater safety than those found nr flown. From that beginning aviation wa No} ‘ parallel to that taken by other forms <¢ steamships, railroads and motor cars — ur The period of hazardous pioneering was were attempting to work out the ecor rpl e The analogy between air ar elopment ts striking!\ istrated Sir Samuel Hoare. He quote om the statement that “the largest iten bids fair to be the st ol + f I before the railwa UIG eate a adem ices. Even now it is necessary to emp! safet 5 st ra ad wat vora motor car. Most of us can remember wt for public support was speed, and near] turer maintained a well-equipped and Continued on Page 160 t ( mme t ’ { ‘ ( ry ? ¢ ' the w . E Yr ect " A j or ft ] » also ¢ eve expens

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30 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 25,1927 DRAWN BY ROBERT L. DICKEY “*’ Tell Ye I Discovered That Rat Hole, Mike, an’ No Irishman is Big Enough to Catch That Rat While I'm Alive’’ Was Looking On"’ “‘Aan’ Listen to Me, McNab, I'd Take That Rat if Yer Whole Scotch Clan **‘Wait, Mickey! Idea. We'll Compromise I Hae a Brilliant The July Meteors NCE science held that shooting stars Were butts of heavenly cigars Or cigarettes which, still aglow, Were tossed by Martians down below; Or else that they were fireflies A mong the meadows of the skies. But now we know That such phenomena are rockets Produced from small-boy-angels’ pocke is With Catherine wheels and Roman candles; That matches scratched on cherub sandals Set off these grand illuminations For patriotic celebrations ; And that is why They always happen in July. Arthur Guiterman. The Village Cut-Up ELL, sir, you just naturally can’t get ahead of Jasper— Cute— Ishom- trigger. Ask him where he’s going and he'll say: ‘‘That’s for me to know and you to find out,’ or else he'll answer: “If I told you, you’d know as much as RB FULL CR I do.” Le The other day Joe Sprunk was driv- ing by in his automobile and Jasper “If He Comes to the Left I Take Him, an’ if He Goes to the Right He’s Yours"’ yelled at him: “Hey there, mister, your wheels is turnin’.”” He’s just like that all the time—quick asa flash. He called little Horace Springle back to where he was sitting in front of the Eagle Garage, and says: “If you hadn’t of come back, Horace, how far would you of been by this time?’’ When Horace tried to get smart with him he says: ‘Oh, go pin back your ears,’ and you’d ought to heard the crowd laugh. Somebody wanted Jasper to hand him something or other, and before you could say scat, Jasper up and _ says: “Who was your servant this time last year?” Whenever you ask Jasper how he’s feeling he doesn’t answer like other folks. He says something bright, like: “Never felt better or had less,”’ or: “I’m feelin’ as fine as pulverized frog hair; how are you skimmin’ up?” Another good one he gets off is: ‘‘How is your copporosity segashiating this fine, hot, cold, warm morning this evening?”’ If he thinks anything is right nice he says: “That surely is delicatessen.” Newt Johnson was trying to be a little gay in front of the garage one evening when Jasper put a stop to it. He asked Newt: ‘‘What would you take for your- self if you was right fat?’’ Newt sort (Continued on Page 103 ICHRISTEN THEE GRANVILLE ONEONTA JUAN LUNA ORIENTA HIAWATHA FERNDALE BELLMORE STUBBS 2 ‘“ RAWN BY G. B The Christening of the Son of the Man Who Named the Pullman Cars 1Nw gis DRAWN BY B. ALLEN ZANE Bookworm: ‘What Luck! I Was Afraid it Was Only Canned Goods"’ 592

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“I’m on My Way, You Can Bet! It's No Place for Smatt Children’’ XXIII HALL the champagne be served with the fish, ma- dam?” It was the butler who spoke. Charley Maddox should have attended to this; but as he had yet to come in, Bertha perforce had been called on to ettle questions her husband should have been there to settle. Annoyedly she shook her head. ‘‘Serve the white wine with the fish, Hixon. Bring on the champagne with the saddle of lamb.”’ “Very good, madam,” replied the man. He was supplied by the management. She had thought, too, of having a second man at the door to take the men’s coats and hats and direct the women to her bedroom, where they were to lay off their wraps. On second thought, though, a second man had seemed ostentatious. She would wait a bit for that, and as she glanced at the clock, wondering with new irritability why Charley Maddox was late, the telephone in the hallway rang. ** Answer it, Hixon,”’ she directed. The nt to the telephone. One of the long- stemmed roses in a vase had slipped somewhat out of place, and Bertha walked across the room to readjust it. Weren't the flowers! ‘‘What name, | ?” the butler was saying into the telephone. — please: butler we they exquisite, She had stepped away to admire the flowers anew, when the man put down the telephone and came to the door. “A Mrs. Harnett wishes Mrs. Harnett? She might be called weeks Perhaps the butler saw her indecision, for to speak with you, madam, please.” had not seen Minnie for days— it She was tempted to have the man say she was out. is important, madam.” “Yes? What is it?” she he added, ‘She says it t to the te lephone » been curious to watch her. Her indolence, he e she felt for Minnie Harnett was of brief duration. The wire snapped and crackled momentarily; and as Minnie’s voice came hastily through the instru- ment it was a aun obliterating, iconoclastic hand had reached itself through the thin filament of wire and natched the solid earth out from beneath Bertha’s feet. ‘What?” she said. One might rather express it, though, in capitals: “WHAT?” The room swayed for an instant. It seemed in the same tant as if the world, too, was going round and round. I tell I'm on my came Minnie Harnett’s gailoping can bet! It’s no place for a ou,’ way, you small children, if you get what I mean, and I’m off tonight 32 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST By MAXIMILIAN FOSTER CROOKED : LLUS TRATED Sophie, too, is lighting out; and you take my tip, you’d better make yourself scarce besides!” Bertha smothered a moan. “Beg pardon, madam?” inquired Hixon. The butler stooped to pick up the receiver her fumbling hands had let slip from the hook. She did not reply to the man. How she got down the hall and into her bedroom she never knew. There was a mo- ment after that when all reality and the knowledge of where she was or what had hap- pened’ went from her as if a film had been drawn between her and life; and when she eaten ant of that Gent dee bad ene tow down into the realms of dark nothingness, she found herself seated on the edge of her bed. “Oh, my God!”’ she whispered to herself. There was a knock at the door. “‘ Mr. and Mrs. Howlands,”’ announced the butler. She strove to rise but couldn't. Nor could she summon voice enough to reply. Again Hixon “Mr. and Mrs. Howlands, madam,” he repeated, and her throat con- tracted, a sound more a croak than a voice emerging from it. ‘“‘Very well—yes,” what she said, or tried to say; and her jaw fallen, her rolling eyes fastened on the now sickly, pinkish hue of the wall hangings, she listened to the sound of the man’s footfalls retreating along the passage. How could she face those people— strangers? How? How? She was still debating it when she heard the butler’s footsteps sound again in the hall. They were like sledge strokes in the implacable monotony of their beat, each foot- fall echoing the drumming in her brain. “Mrs. Beals, madam,” announced Hixon. Bertha made some mumbled reply. At the reply the butler methodically retreated; and clinging to the edge of the bed, she heaved herself to her feet. She knew, however, she never, never could go out and face those people; and she was staring haggardly and agonizedly at herself in the long pier glass set ingeniously in the wall when again, a third time, she heard the footfalls sounding in the hall. In their slow, steady tread and shuffle they were like the beat of pallbearer’s feet, and she could have screamed. ““Mr. Fargo, madam.” Clinging to a chair, Bertha managed to lurch as far as the door and open it. “‘ Hixon, wait.’’ She made a move- ment with her hand. ‘“ Mr. Fargo—that gentleman. Bring him in here.” “Very good, madam.” He had turned away and Bertha was still clinging to the door, when down the hall Mrs. Beals appeared abruptly. “Hullo, my dear!”’ cried Mrs. Beals. Laughing and light, she waved Bertha a greeting. ‘‘Want any help with your dress, dearest? I wondered why you delayed coming out.’’ Then she seemed to catch the look on Bertha’s face. “Tsay! What’s up?” cried Mrs. Beals. Bertha gazed at her mutely. Mrs. Beals’ look at the moment was alert, sharp, ferretlike. There was an aspect, too, about her as if Mrs. Beals licked her lips in anticipa- tion. Bertha, however, made no reply to her, nor had she a chance to make one. At that instant Fargo’s stalwart figure loomed into view along the hall. As Mrs. Beals saw him, for an instant she seemed abashed. ““Oh, how-de-do? Mr. Fargo, isn’t it?’’ she said confusedly. Fargo frowned. After a stare at Mrs. Beals he made an abrupt movement with his head. It was a gesture of dis- missal, curt and brusque; yet Mrs. Beals lingered mo- mentarily. “‘What?”’ she said. “T said get out,’ Fargo said bluntly. “Oh!” Recovering herself, Mrs. Beals smiled insolently. “Giving orders here, are you?” Fargo again jerked his head significantly. As he did so he also snapped his fingers impatiently, and this time Mrs. Beals departed. ‘*Good-by, Bubbles!” she mocked de- risively over her shoulder to Bertha. “Jim! Jim!” Bertha wailed. ‘‘Hush!” he said. She looked up at him, her tears for the first time streak- ing down her face. ‘‘What shall I do? I can’t go out there! I can’t face those people!” ‘‘You don't have to,”’ replied Fargo. He gave a grunt. “They’ve gone. That woman said something to them and they lit out.” “Oh, my God!’ her hands and rocked to and fro. 1 knocked. was * said Bertha again. She put her face in “Did she tell you too? June 25,1927 wWiL_sSOwn P RE BY MAY 5 TON The firm’s lost. It’s in the hands of a receiver, and that isn’t all, Jim.” “Yes, I know,” nodded Fargo. Bertha gave another wail. “‘But you don’t know! You Do you know, Jim? Everything’s gone failed—my husband’s. and haven’t heard it all! They have arrested my husband they have put him in jail!”’ “Yes,” said Fargo; ‘and if they can catch them, that’s where they’re going to put Harnett and Gershon too.”’ He stood there with his hands in his pockets, looking down at Bertha. ‘It’s pretty bad, my dear. All of it’s rotten, a nasty mess, if you should ask me; but you needn't let yourself worry too much over what that precious husband of yours and those two other blackguards, his partners, have done. The France sails Saturday that’s day after tomorrow and I know connected with the line. They'll fix you up with a cabin to yourself and I'll see, too, that you're made comfortable aboard.” “I?” Bertha gave a gasp. “You're going to Paris,”’ said Fargo. She had stopped rocking to and fro. She was gaping at him, amazed. ‘‘1?—-Paris? What for, Jim?” “For a divorce,”’ replied Fargo. Then he grinned. “‘When someone you get the divorce you're going to marry me.” She still was gaping at him, transfixed, when for a final time, the fourth, she heard the slow, funereal footsteps of the butler in the hall. As he reached the door, though it was open, Hixon rapped. ‘*Dinner is served, madam,” said Hixon. XXIV ARIS—and then? Ten o'clock had struck, and it seemed only a few swift minutes later when Bertha heard the tall Peregrine White timepiece standing in the hall solemnly chime eleven. Fargo had gone. She still was seated in her bedroom. She had not even removed the frail black chiffon and Chantilly dinner dress she had put on ‘ hours before. Fargo had told her all. He seemed, in fact, to have at his finger ends all the story of what had been going on downtown in the firm of Harnett, Gershon & Co. The bonds they had been selling far and wide were next to worthless—-not more than fifty cents on the dollar, if that. That, too, was the least of it. They might f far as the bonds were concerned — n¢ but with the money, in their blood, the three had overreached them- and the re Blue- get olf fraud, perhaps, could be proved there; fever for money, easy selves. They had sold stock, too, to their dupes; stock was palpably and unmistakably worthless. sky stuff, green goods,” said Fargo. Continued on Page 34

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34 Continued from Page 32 ‘And husband--Charley—he knew that?” gasped Bertha my irgo grinned dryly. ‘‘What do you suppose?” His talk with Bertha was explicit. In it one got a glint of the unwavering, indomitable determination and direct- ness that had made the man what he was. Bertha’s falter- ing protests were thrust aside. It was no time to palter or “You've got to look things in the face, my If you hang around here while this is going on, no to nesitate. girl. matter how high you hold your head or try to face down the storm, you'll be tarred with the same brush as that man, your husband. I know people, and I know how they talk. The longer you delay, the worse it will be!”’ “But Saturday—so soon?” she quavered. ‘How can I get ready?” “You've got to, Bertha.”’ “You mean I mustn't even see him?’ “What good will that do? You're through with him, and you’ve got to chuck him—chuck him now. It’s the one way you can show the world you've wiped your hands of the fellow.” She felt her heart throb dismally. “‘It seems so brutal, so sudden, Jim.”’ Fargo shrugged. ‘ Brutal or not, it’s got to be done. He didn’t think of you, did he? Did he think, either, of the people out of whom he swindled that money? To be blunt, Bertha, unless you kick him out the way I say you must, I'll tell you what people will say: As innocent and guiltless as you may be, people will ask with whom he shared that You'll have it pinned on you sure as shooting!”’ She cringed at the suggestion. money ai * i “You,” said Fargo He thrust his hands into his pockets. She could hear him jingle the money he had in them. ‘I can’t have that, you see,” said Fargo deliberately; “I have to think a little I’m pretty powerful, of course, and people they don’t dare; but as it is, with that fellow, your husband, in the background, I'll be tak- position. of my don’t talk about me ing a chance.” “In marrying me?” she faltered. “In marrying you, Bertha.” She grew white again. So her husband had thrust this ignominy on her, too, had he? “Well?” inquired Fargo. ‘All right, I'll do what you say,” she answered. “That's a sensible girl,”’ said Fargo. He walked toward her leisurely. She still was seated, her hands limp in her lap, her head drooping, and he put beneath lt was a new thought. a hand her chin and raised He be nt toward her Look Bertha— kis said F The moment S her face then up, sme,” aryro. room for a wam about her again. he did not him however x 1 latent, instinctive ioyaity, though, yawoman has for the man to whom she is mar rie d >m € women, anyway that prevented her holding her irom Then, THE SATURDAY EVENING POST she still was married had tricked, betrayed, then very nearly wrecked her. But Fargo made no issue of her refusal. tomorrow, Bertha,”’ he said. “*Good night, Jim,’’ she answered hollowly She still was sitting there, her hands linked together in her lap, when she heard the door close behind him. Fargo **See you was gone. He was gone; and it seemed to her, as she went on peer- ing at the pattern of the Daghestan on the floor, that all the weight of the night and its significance of silence crowded down to engulf her in solitude. She was fright- never had felt herself so alone. Why, too, had she been such a fool and so priggish? Why had she let She was to marry him, wasn't she? ened. Sie Fargo go like that? And what if, because of her absurd mawkishness, she had roused him to resentment? She must be more careful here- after. She must not again take chances like that. She It was the opening of the door that roused her. With a gasp, she scrambled to her feet. “You!” she cried. “T,”’ said Charley Maddox. It indeed was Charley. He stood there, staring at her fixedly. She caught her breath again. Charley still had on his hat and coat. She had not heard his key in the latch, nor had she been conscious that he had come in until she saw him shamble in at the bedroom door. Charley’s face was pasty. Lines ran from the corners of his mouth and his eyes were deep-set, hollow. They were shifty, too, ram- bling all over the room as if fearful of meeting hers; and Bertha drew herself up, her hands clenched at her sides. ‘‘What are you doing here?” Charley had begun to take off his overcoat. As she spoke he stopped. ‘‘Me? I got bailed out,”’ he replied. she demanded. Bertha’s breast was heaving beneath the lace and chiffon of her dress. She drew back her head, her hands still clenched at her sides. She did not raise her voice when she spoke. ‘You thief!’ she said. “Thief?"’ Charley’s eyes still were fixed on her. They flickered momentarily. ‘You heard me!”’ she returned. Then, to her astonish- ment, she saw him smile. He smiled, the smile twisted and grave. She had, of course, expected some sort of outburst from him — pleas, wild excuses, regrets; Charley, however, only smiled in that same grave, dry way; then he shrugged his shoulders. ‘‘So that’s it, is it?’’ he remarked. For a moment Bertha was incapable of speech. Her and anger were like ice. The stress of it made her scorn a Long While Afterward—Hours, Years, an Eternity—She Heard Him Speak Again June 25,1927 rigid. Meanwhile her husband’s eyes, roving the anew over the room, had fixed themselves errantly or ash tray lying on the bureau. “Been having callers?” inquired Charley, his tone almost jocular. Mixed in with the fag ends of cigarettes and their ashes was the stub of a The cigar, k ost the it happened, was and for an in i’s scorn and indignation argo’s; ir pose of icy almost as instantly she recovered herself. “Yes, I had a cal left.” inquired Charley Maddox. f “Mr. > answered de liberately; Fargo has just ‘“*Fargo?”’ “James Fargo,” she replied. ited him Charley looked at her for a moment. ‘‘ You inv here?”’ “Naturally.” “Why?” ‘For a good reason. and I meant to let you see I knew it.”’ I knew about your other duplicity, For a moment he “What other du- plicity, Bertha?”’ She smiled contemptuously. Sunday, where you had gone. looked puzzled. **T knew that that I found a letter in your pocket disclosing your vulgar intrigue with that girl. Not that I was astonished though. It was to be expected of a man crooked in every other particular. You'd h: day, ive, of course—a girl.” Charley Maddox flinched. however, did not quite leave “By any chance,”’ he Fanny Harcourt?”’ Bertha smiled agair smiling. ‘‘ You an He flinched again. once his face gleamed with moisture. step or so toward her, then he stopped. Bertha,” Charley said painfully, ‘I'll tell listen, why I went out there that Sunday She was desperate. She didn’t love Fargo to marry him. It was for his money she was doing it understand that, don’t you?) When it came to the pinch, though, Fanny couldn’t go through with it, so she sent for The look of bewilderment, his face inquired slowly, ‘‘do you mean though inwardly she was far from * she returned. All at He slowly walked a your own question,’ She saw she had hit fire there. ‘Look here, you, if you'll to see Fanny. she was going you me. For me—oh, my God!” said Charley. “I and what I had on my soul!’’ Shaking, he drew a hand across his wet forehead. ‘‘ That was all—just that,’’ he added. Bertha waited till he finished. ‘Tell me,’’ she said, ‘just how much is it you have stolen?” Charley looked at her, his mouth agape he said. “Oh, my soul!”’ The words seemed to be torn from him ‘*We'd better get down to facts,” $ertha said quietly; ‘‘you pave that mar Baronoy one hur and forty dred thousand dollars, didn't you “a ‘Well ’ Char le nquired Again he was be W lt ed, | izzled ‘Was that hus! money: Bertha isked What! ne Bertha’s a didn’t alter. Sh« was mere iuiet ceontemptuous ‘*You passed a bad chneckK once or Barono a oO It was one to i thou nad yllars Again he ) | Sul ehadstru him ‘So you know about that too, do you?’” he answered ‘Il know every- tl ae. replied Bertha, her tone still even; “‘you gave him that thousand-dollar ch the deal you made, the eneck to cir Continued on Page 36

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36 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Centinued from Page 34 | rty. You cheated your employers, too, in t -Hodge & Peters. That is nothing though. The k you gave Baronov was worthless, and I suppose he tounad you out nodded slowly. ‘‘ Yes, he found me out,” said and Bertha felt a flash of triumph at the ‘} 1 Chariey Charley doggedly, 2a mission found you out! Afterward he blackmailed came from Charley Maddox. ‘Bertha, To her, though, it made no he heard him say. ppeal appeal. ‘Well, he did blackmail you, didn’t he?"’ she repeated; and Charley Maddox feverishly wetted his lips. ‘“No, he didn’t blackmail me. He knew nothing about that money I got afterward. The time I gave him that first check, the one for a thousand dollars, Baronov took pity on me when he learned the check was worthless. I told him what I was up against. He saw, too, when I told him, the hell I was in. Because of it he let the deal go through — paid me my sixteen-thousand-dollar commission; and that’s why, when that dog Harnett got into him on a fake realty deal for one hundred and forty thousand dol- lars, a swindle, I made good out of my own pocket what Baronov had lost.”’ *So7?”’ “Yes, Bertha. It was to help save my soul that I did it to lighten the hell my mind was in. Baronov had been white to me.”’ ‘And you expect me to believe that?”’ inquired Bertha. ‘““You mean you don’t, Bertha?”’ Say,” she said, “‘ what sort of a fool do you take me for?’’ Her laugh was short though. It gave way to a sudden burst of indignation. ‘‘ Bosh! What you did is clear enough; you can’t hoodwink me. You gave Baronov, the money to hide for you—-to tuck away. Oh, don’t talk to me!” exclaimed Bertha, her scorn ‘You can’t lie and cheat any longer, Charley all, everything about Charley started again. Jertha laughed outright. flaming now. Maddox. You've been found out you! I even know why you lied and stole and cheated to lay up that money, hiding it from me, your wife. It was so you could run away when the time came and leave me to face the music!” Somehow, though, sure as she was of it, Charley did not wither. Slowly he shook his head. ‘‘No,”’ said Charley, “that was not the reason.” ‘Wasn't it?"’ She laughed again. “No, Bertha.” “If not, then why did you hide from me that you had that money?” “You really wish to know jertha made another gesture of scorn. Charley’s face was painful. the reason?” “Why you } Yes.” “*Had you any other reason?”’ “Tt was this, Bertha: If you want to know, I was trying I was saving it from you so that I'd it for you. {| knew what would happen if you got it 2s 2.09 id it! to suave it lor you have in your hands.” “What?’’ Her voice leaped as she said it. Did he mean nuate that she would have squandered it? It was if the money had been honest money. ! That she had been forced to live on it was sufficient shame! *Foreed?”’ inquired Charley. Yes, forced! I knew about your crookedness. I guessed ao. You have been a thief for months!” And you knew? to Ins insulting enough But stolen money—-a thief’s booty tL lony rtainly She looked at him, her lip curled. ee Do you think me a fool? I knew.” A look akin almost l‘o her wonder, she heard him gasp. » horror came into Charley’s eyes. “‘ You knew —knew, d yet you lived with me?” he breathed. hough she felt vaguely that even deeper waters im- periled now, in her scorn she made no effort to check the nsw it leaped so readily to her lips. ‘‘Oh, yes; but I loved you then,” said Bertha. And you don't love me now?” asked Charley. Bertha p curled itself anew. ‘‘ Would you expect me to love a thief?” she asked; and again she saw Charley Maddox wring to his lips the tortured effigy of a smile. (nd if | am a thief who made me one?” asked Charley. Indignation choked Bertha. She pause saw, a was breathless because of it, the implication in his word he room for an instant wheeled about her in id giddy-go-round; and she was still fumbling fiercely for the words that would scarify and wither him when she heard him speak again. ‘“‘Yes —-who drove me to it, Bertha I’m all you say—-a thief, no doubt of that; and yrse, perhaps, than even you imagine. And though, too, i am weak, rotten desp cable even -to have given in, I ho nagged and taunted and frenzied me into doing what I have done? I had to get money, didn’t I? And didn’t you tell me if I didn’t you would leave me? Good Lord!” said Charley thickly. ‘‘I loved you or I never would have done it. I did it for you, and you made me do it. You did, didn’t you?”’ She? All at once Bertha found her voice. house!”’ she ordered. “What?” he exclaimed. She pointed toward the door. ‘‘Go! You hear?” Charley stared, his mouth drooping. ‘‘ You mean now tonight?” “This instant! back!” All at once Bertha saw his look change. She still was white, white to the lips. She felt her heart leap, the blood surging thickly in her veins. Never had anger, wrath, shaken her as she was shaken now. To add to it was that altered look she saw creep up into the face of the man who had just flung that final insult at her. He was smiling, she saw. The smile, too, was quizzical, almost amused. Then Charley Maddox spoke. ‘‘I’ll go, all right,’ said Charley slowly; “but if I were you, Bertha, I wouldn’t be in too much of a hurry. I’ve something else to say, and you'd better listen to it. i “Leave this Get out—go! And don’t you come You hear? She didn’t care to listen. She had heard enough. The infamous suggestion—no, that open accusation he had made had finished all. It was the last straw. ‘“‘Do you hear? Go!” she repeated thickly; but instead of going, Charley Maddox put his hands into his pockets; then he seated himself leisurely on a chair, his legs outspread. “Bertha,” said Charley, both his grin and his tone gro- tesque, ‘‘that hundred and forty thousand dollars I gave to Baronov wasn’t all I had. It was quite a lot, of course a pile; but it didn’t clean me out. No. The fact is,’ Charley added laconically, ‘‘besides that hundred and forty thousand I gave Baronov I have one hundred and seventy-eight thousand extra in the bank. Do you get it? —one hundred and seventy-eight thousand dollars!” Bertha gaped. She had reason to gape. Her breath whistled in her throat, expelled in a sudden gasp. One hundred and seventy-eight thousand dollars! “Yeah!” said Charley laconically. The amount —that and the casual way he named it—for an instant struck her dumb. She could not believe it was so. She could not dream, in fact, that in the limited time that had gone by, his stealings could have amounted to such a figure. Charley grinned more widely. ‘‘ Not steal- ings, Bertha. I’ve been a thief, as you say, crooked as they make ’em; but all this is honest money, straight goods. I made it fair and square.” But by now Bertha had caught control of herself. She laughed, her derision clear. ‘‘ You expect me to believe that!” Charley grinned again. Then slowly, almost weariedly, he shook his head. ‘‘Why, no, Bertha; I expect you to believe nothing. It’s just this, though —that I’ve been playing the market, the stock market. And boob, sucker that I am, I managed somehow to ring the bell. That’s how I got the money.” Bertha again caught her breath. She still was incredu- lous; yet it was a time, she saw, to be cautious. “You're not lying? You have the money, Charley’? You really made it?”’ “Yes. Honest Injun,” answered Charley; “T have the checks for the amount in my pocket, each check certified.” It was no lie. nine thousand dollars; pocket and showed them to her. and he added, There were two checks, each for eighty- and he took the checks from his XXV HAT a night, what a climax! It was yet to reach the crucial climax though. They had still greater heights to climb, vaster depths to plumb; and as Charley Maddox held up the checks for her to see she had reached out her hand to take them, when he raised his hand. ‘Just a moment, please,” said Charley gravely. Methodically he folded the checks and replaced them in his pocketbook. As methodically he put the pocketbook in his pocket. Bertha watched him narrowly while he did it. On Charley’s face was a look she never had seen on it before. He seemed aged, incredibly older. There was about his jaw and eyes an aspect of mature gravity and decision — firm, hard, resolute——-new to the woman who had thought she knew him. He still had taken off neither his hat nor his coat, and beneath his hat brim his eyes gleamed. She did not like the look somehow. She went on watching him. She had not dreamed of an occasion anything like this. The surprise of it was catastrophic. Her brain seethed with the thoughts that scurried helter-skelter through it. One hundred and seventy-eight thousand dollars! The France would sail on Saturday and she could sail with it; June 25,1927 but for the moment her mind had been obliterated of any thought of the France or of what its sailing might involve for her. Theamount—the checks he had shown to her— was somehow in its gross bulk disconcerting. She never had seen so much money. It destroyed one’s equilibrium. It effaced, for one thing, all her decisions made earlier that night, and put her back to zero, the point where she had begun. How much money Fargo had she didn’t know. Probably it was far more than this. Fargo probably was a millionaire; but at the same time she realized acutely what marriage with Fargo meant. Fargo would be boss Fargo would not let her run free, doing what she willed. With Charley Maddox, though—with Charley and that money, why “Oh, yes; but you know," said Charley, his voice drawl- ing, ‘‘it’s quite a little money, of course; but the money’s not altogether ours—no, not just yet.” Bertha started as if she had been stung. What did he mean? Had this been stolen too? Charley shook his head. ‘‘No, not stolen. I told you I made it, didn’t I?”’ iterated Charley. He had too. One hears most, of course, of the boobs and suckers Wall Street trims. Here, however, was the other side of the story —the tale, for a contrast, of one boob who had hap- pened to guess right. ‘‘ Yeah,’’ drawled Charley, ‘I made a killing—Lord knows how. It was in a lot of things only that isn't it. The point is: What about the other boobs, the ones Harnett, Gershon & Co. rooked out of their stocking money? Yes, what about them?” “They?”’ “Yes, Bertha.’ Well, what about them? What had they to do with it? “Tt’s like this,’’ said Charley slowly: ‘‘It figures out, as I make it —I’ve gone over the books, you know -that what we took away from the boobs who bought our bonds and stocks is quite a little money. What we stole, you know that’s what you said, wasn’t it?”’ Yes, that was what she had said directed Bertha, and for a moment he reflectively. “It’s this way, Bertha: What we've stolen is quite a little—quite; though, of course, we still might be able to get away with it. It’s true, I've been arrested. They did that, I suppose, because they thought I might light out, run away like Harnett and Gershon, only that’s nothing. I'm not indicted yet; and even if I am, that’s not saying I can’t get some slick criminal lawyer to work me free. Mind, I’m not saying I can; I only say maybe, Bertha. I as much as stole this money; and, as you say, I’m a thief; but as I've said, too, that’s not just the point. It’s this money, the checks for one hundred seventy-eight thou- sand dollars I’ve shown you. If I’m tried, and if I manage to get off, I won't have to pay those suckers a cent. You see it, don’t you?” he inquired. Bertha didn't. As yet it seemed involved. However, she tried to get it clear. Did he mean that the hundred and seventy-eight thousand dollars would cover what he had stolen? ' Charley smiled again. ‘More than that, Bertha. It will cover, too, what Harnett and Gershon stole.” Bertha started. She hadn't thought of that; and she gave an exclamation. ‘‘What! Pay back their stealings As she said it Charley’s eyes sought the Not theirs? ’ stolen. ‘‘Go on,” plucked his chin too?”’ she cried. floor. ‘I don’t know, Bertha She gave another exclamation self, couldn’t you?) Why should you think about them” I can't decide ‘You could square your- “How, Bertha?” ‘Pay a part. You don’t have to give up all of it.” Charley didn’t know. He still had his eyes on the floor “The money from whom we stole it “What?” Bertha gave a gesture of annoyance. “Don't be a fool, Charley. made it hon- This isn’t what you stole! belongs to them, you see those suckers It’s all theirs, Bertha.”’ You made this money estly too. Naturally. As she spoke, though, Ch head, then he smiled. ‘Ah, yes, Bertha,”’ ‘‘but don’t forget I stole the other money, the took from them.”’ Bertha dropped her eyes in thought. thinking swiftly. A hundred and seven dollars! With that in their hands the problem would be simple. She would not have to struggle She could hold up her head anywhere with that. It seemed ridiculous, in fact, that Charley Maddox should have any : — rley shook his he said slowly; money I She was thinking ty-eight thousand solution of their fear of the consequences. People with money are so much less likely to get in trouble. They are not often in real peril of jail. The fear of it was just another of his half-baked, But when she said so Charley grinned. Wasn't the people boyish fantasies. ‘Jail? That’s not what bothers me, Bertha.” it? What was it then? “It’s the money, Bee I stole it. The money belongs to them, not Continued on Page 58 from whom me.”’

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST su OOBS AND SADDLE HE whole trouble, of course, was started by Lizzie - ee the tu | Magruder, to whom I owe al! that I am and had By Sam Jellllmean you'll find that part hoped not to be. When Liz is around even my trains But I protest of thought pile up head-on, and I can wreck a whole night’s ILLUSTRATED BY TONY SARG If you'll promise 1 leep just by thinking about somebody whose ears look I n't mind te | net her T f t t ‘ ‘ ‘ ] guess most women who undertake the job of edu ating — ling I horny-handed meal tickets into manicured carte du jours er. Armes mpion spe have a girl friend to help them tighten the screws on the old , hiow did ( t ‘ provider. In Kate's case it’s Lizzie. While the missus I t Ritt holds me fast the Magruder mange lets the water drip-drip on my dome and keeps the home fires stoked ‘ t , me under me She mi . , “We're going over to the Magruders’ to- explains H i the t , night,”’ ultimates the frau one evening, when ' P they sot : I’m dog-tired and hot for the hay over the es thev’d heard , ‘ “Fine,” says I heartily. “I decided this ti or what he w " afternoon that we would.” | e tipped him she ‘ ; ; Sometimes it works. I’ve got out of a lot was lool y for, and there yu e. old te ‘ of things by agreeing quick and enthusiast I'm darned if they're ying t et with Kate and sneaking over the im- pression that I originated the idea. I'm not ) ? p | Not this time, though. out i wire fe “I'd kind of like to stay home my- d es, but n é r ‘ ‘ ’ self,’ she comes back, “but we're wif name And , organizing the club tonight.’ I don’t eve y what 1 | “What club?” I demands. t , Kate take ' “The Doughmore Hunting and ence Riding Club,”’ answers the missus. The t Daw ‘ ‘““What’s the matter?” I inquires, 7 Hank. wit} a . the sarcastl ‘** Have you and Lizzie run Enter ( ’ . out of victims? You got to hunt up tweed t t ¢ Ww t ’ ome new ones to ride?” rom thet the Bar of Fr “ ‘The Doughmore Hunt,” explains y ns bn ia sie dhaniaaie Kate coldly, ‘‘is just another effort whetever ¢hi teil on my part to disguise you as a Evervbod the place pare me ountry gentleman. When you're him before. so ] e tows hin ‘ me riding to the hound = ntroduces u ew we , ‘Instead of going to the dogs?’ ‘O'Day repeat Dawt . when you're riding to the grand hunting nar lr ~ hounds,”” goes on the missus, “the ? hanes ) p r Ss of the peasantry seeing you on horseback Is Mater Boeash likely to make a natural mistake.” The big beagle man f aT , “You mean,” I growls, “that I Ritte mv ea got to ride a horse?”’ I don't t ) | Ihe ‘What do you think you hunt Beagle 4. eve knew wv Mike Be ‘ foxes with?”’ snaps Kate. “Snare | foll n ‘ Oo drums?” n't in ne they were e} ‘There are just ele ven things that I don’t ‘are anything that ever frisked an English fen for a fox He’s got more ‘ i mor ive ¢ ¢ ‘ t about,’ I returns, ‘‘and twelve of them are foxes. Where brushes than ss How do the mixed the O'D lo you get any to chase around here? The only foxes I “*T know,”’ I cuts in, “‘how cuckoo these ure A beagle ps in I e, whol ) know of in this precinct are on real-estate row and you about keeping clean, but what about it and what's he the day it was raining brair bird t it, M don’t hunt them—they run you ragged. Besides, I got a doing over here?” Dawfish? secret to tell you—something,”’ I gulps, “‘that I’ve been The Dawfish family,’ drones on Hank, “was long the Sure,” seconds Har ‘You catch be holding back for years.” richest in Waffleshire. It used to take three days of hard hounds. A noble sport eagling. The be ‘What’s that?”’ asks the fire and sword. riding to get from the gate of Dawfish Park to the Tudor Beg pardon,” cuts in Cyril, wit! lo ‘I haven't got a horse,”’ I whispers house that was built in the reign pe it aren't you confusing the iwle and the « “That is a surprise,’’ admits the wife. ‘‘*The way you ‘*Come on, come on!” | interrupts impatienth What |? ome back Ritte ed look most of the time, I thought you roomed with one.”’ do I care how many doors his hut's got and the kind of thought the B was put i: nt ( t At the Magruders, I finds Hank and Tillie Ritter, Lizzie weather it was built in? You've been away long enoug}! Brit from the American bird. Ah, we and her remnant, Jim, and some other folks that had run Come on home.” these mist n hot shoe strings into tanneries in the last few years and were “All right,’’ says Ritter; ‘“‘but remember, old pill ¢ Are you fond of riding tutt ) t trying to act like there’d been prominent money in their mine, I had to listen through all this stuff myself and I'm t families since Jonah swallowed the ark. I grabs Hank and not going to suffer solo. Sha'l 1 proceed or shall I turn you \W houldn't I be I den pulls him off to a corner. over to Lizzie?”’ No reason at all, no reason at I ‘What are we being let in for now?” I inquires. ‘Tell me some more about Dawfish Park,”’ I comes ba ( hast You've done t gy, I ‘Yoicks, yoicks and the loud halloo,” returns Ritter hastily. doubt ‘Of course,”’ I nods, “‘but, after all, it’s the law of the “When Cyril's father died,’’ continues Hank, “he left a I’ve been married t i I land.” couple of hundred thousand pounds and some odd ounce ‘Hark! hark! Forrad away!’’ mutters Hank. “The — of sterling —about a million in money— but you know what Along about t time ‘ brush tor my lady falr We must be in at the death.” the death duties are over there.”’ wit l e | ‘Whose death?” 1 wants to know with an eager glance “Sure,” says I ‘“‘An Englishman’s duty is to exit I 1 ope that the blade wouid “ toward Lizzie laughingly.”’ Va ening tte teynard’s,”’ he answers. “I’m talking about taxes,” snorts Ritter By the [he meeting w ome ‘If he’s a friend of the Magruders,” says I, “I’m in time they got through with the Dawfish estate Cyril didn’t Magrude icteria M favor of it. I'll even go out and puncture the oxygen tank. have enough left to buy a pea jacket for a pollywog ata that the master hound « w Mr. D You been drinking, feller?”’ rummage sale. So he packs up his horses and hisfoxhounds _ { He will deliver an o ‘Only of the words of Cyril Dawfish,”” answers Ritter. in his old kit bag and sails over here ( ‘Haven't you met him yet?” “The idea being?”’ I inquires Not an orat lear lad protests | ‘““No,” I replies. ‘‘Is he compulsory?” “The idea being,”’ returns Hank, ‘‘to organize a huntiz few words on fe ‘*He’s death and taxes,”’ grins Hank. ‘“‘Cyril’s to bethe set among the Long Island doughboys, Dawfish providing Ma t an oration and see I care,”’ mumbles R muster of the Doughmore Hunt. Of course, you've heard the nags and the pups at so much per fathead; and be Give our Eng 1 | of the Waftleshire Hounds?”’ lieve me, boy, it’s some per Besides, he yoing to teac! member 0d redae ‘As who has not,” I shrugs, ‘‘in the hunting set? What us to ride and jump and to talk high and hor ' Dawt te is about are they and what the hell do I care?”’ ‘Jump!"’ I yelps. “*Me jump!”’ dogs loose on a fox, and the ‘Dawfish,”’ explains Ritter, ‘‘was for many years master ‘The horse,”’ says Ritter, ‘‘does the jumping. Whether your neck against the cl e of getting ( i tie of the Watfleshire Hounds, the snappiest pack of poodles you care to go along with him is a matter between you and tt f the brute Also w ’ it what the w ireass

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40 te yuld wear and how he should act if he doesn’t wal a bum out of his social standing. TI s all cluttered up with etiquette. If, for ex- ple yur ‘se should get in front of a hound, you t well move out of the county and go to sheep Australia Sut, baby, if your nag should step a purp’s tail! Whole Waffleshire families have gone to deep mourning and refused their tea and jam for years ( ount of one of their careless kin having pulled that ne. Now I know where the expression “making a fox } omes trom \ren’t you thrilled?’’ gushes Lizzie to me and Hank er Cyril's through with his song and dance. I certé am,’’saysI. ‘‘Suchanaccent! Such away ear clothes! Such a perfect matching of socks ne ‘What got me,” adds Ritter, “‘was that pretty conceit ( ng his shoe laces in a double Cupid’s bow. It’s those hes that keeps the sun from setting on English soi]. Do you think, Lizzie,”’ asks Hank, ‘‘you could get oe s how he makes that bow s the Magruder strike-out. 7 him to teil u ‘Cyril and Certainly,”’ say T ore i are very friendly ‘I noticed that,”’ I remarks. “Jim better look out or he'll wake up some morning and find you in Waffleshire pouring tea for the curate in the donjon keep of Dawfish 4 i Owers Lizzie. ‘‘How can such Isn't it going to be ‘La-la!’’ blushes you say things? You must be joking. wonderful to be in a smart hunting set?”’ I admits. “And,” I adds, ‘‘ we owe it all to you. How can we ever reward you?”’ ‘It’s all right,’’ says the Magruder foul ball, gracious. “I’m not the kind that climbs to the top of the social “We'll be the sinecure of all eyes,” adder and leaves the friends of other days behind.” ‘‘Gosh,”’ I moans, after Lizzie astorbilts to another part of the room, ‘“‘are we really going to get jammed into pink coats, stuck on horses and sent scooting over fences and swamps after foxes that never did us no harm?” ‘It looks like it,” sighs Ritter; ‘“‘but how they’re going to get away with a hunt in this neck of the woods is beyond me. In a run of a mile a nag’d bump into about fifty real-estate signs, six or eight road houses, a dozen chicken- a gross of golf clubs and probably finish up They may have wide-open spaces in dinner dumps, n a duck wallow. Wafttleshire; but in this part of Long Island all you have is wide-open places.” says I, ‘‘we've always got a good chance of eaking our neck on the first out. s to call it all off.” two gentlemen come over Here comes C\ for a lesson to- morrow?”’ Cyril asks ‘We'll be there,” I promises, ‘with our hair in a braid.’ In the early training,’’ says Dawfish, ‘‘the attire is of oO consequence.” iI be next day, Which happens to be Saturday, Hank and I, together with our queen bees and fifteen or twenty ¢ 1! Doughmorons, go over to Cyril’s place, a joint all mussed up with stables and kennels, which he'd rented for he season Besides the last, and probably the least, of the Dawfishes, there are three grooms, or dog nurses, he’d ight along from England ~ lads that spent their time up and laying down haitches while fetching ’ay and ho or the es Nice morning iggests Cyril to me. on't th . so,”’ IT returns; “‘but then I never agree W a! ody. Tell me t just how tame is this steed im supposed to ride bie we broke,’ answers Dawfish. ring him on,” says lL. ‘‘ We can sympathize with each t t i! OW Yo ive to teach him from the beginning,” cuts in j Mag He's never been in the saddle before i) Ot now at e from a bridegroom ‘ I suppose,”’ I sneers, ‘‘you're all the four horsemen of When ye e Jim ride,”’ remarks Lizz ‘ ou’ll think glue ( idle. Won't he, Jim? He loo me of mucilage,”’ I agrees *How ‘ boar! ea tammers Cyril, “I have no opinion. You yw I’ve ‘ the gentleman a few times. This is Hla es on as one of the grooms approaches ‘He “ ee to your mounts after a bit.”’ W nt t of the crowd starts off to look over the } I behind the main barn and motions I ove \ ! ten dol I inquire And ( Says he. ‘ tnat e there I continues, pointing through the open door at Magruder. ‘In dealing out the deck of you got here I want you to slip him the meanest in THE SATURDAY EVENING POST the lot, but tell him out loud, so everyone can hear, how gentle the brute is. Have you got a real bad actor?” “T’ll give ’im ’Ellfire,”’ returns the stable chambermaid. “Tf there’s anything in his name,” I promises, ‘‘ there'll be another ten for you. Something else: When it comes to pushing a nag under me, lead one out that’s too shy of spirit even to shy, but tip everybody off to what a wild mustang he is.” “‘T’m wise, governor,” grins the groom. ‘‘ Milky Way is the ’orse you wants.” “You sure he’s safe?’’ I asks anxiously. “Well,” says Harry, “the Prince of Wales rode ’im to the ’ounds last fall and wasn’t thrown hoff of 'im even once,” “That’s my baby,” I exclaims, “‘and I don’t mean maybe. Here’s twenty bucks. Go out and buy yourself a title.” In a few minutes I joins the gang in a kind of corral where Dawfish is delivering a lecture with illustrations on the proper way to get aboard a horse. I listens quiet for a while, hoping to get some feed-box info on how to stay on one; but Cyril doesn’t go into that, probably figuring in his quaint English way that no gentleman would stay where he was not wanted. “T presume,” says the Waffleshire fox fancier, “ of you men have ridden at some time or other.” “That boy’s presumer is all choked with carbon,” I mutters to Ritter. “It sure is missing,”’ agrees Hank. ‘‘I wonder if I ought to tell him that my father almost got a job once driving a horse car?” A few of the boys and girls, including Jim Magruder, admits they had taken a canter or two, but most of us just blushes and thinks of merry-go-rounds. “That’s surprising,’”” comments Dawfish. ‘I had the notion that Americans were practically brought up in the saddle.” **He’s been reading about Jesse James,’’ remarks Ritter to me private. ‘I'll bet he has the idea that over here we all start life on a horse, with a rifle in one hand and a demijohn of white mule in the other.” “Wal,” says I, “I reckon.” “Jim is a good rider,’’ announces Lizzie. break bronxes out West. Didn't you, Jim?’ ‘“*Broncos,”’ I hears Magruder hiss at her. “That's fine,”” says Cyril. ‘‘ Perhaps your husband will assist me in instructing the hunt. Now, ladies and gentle- men, if you’ll proceed to the stable, Harry will fit you out with mounts and we'll take a short gallop.” “What you grinning about?’’ demands Hank as we're strolling over toward the barn. I starts to tip him off to the powwow I'd had with the bedchamber, but just then Harry appears leading a black nag with the most vicious “‘He used to ’ groom of the horses’ about pair of lamps I'd ever seen on a hay hound. Cyril's gone into the stable and doesn’t get the palaver that follows ‘**Ere, sir,” handing the reins to An unborn says the stable boy, Magruder. ’k’s the gentlest ’orse we ‘as. byby could ’andle ’im.” ‘*Why don’t you give him an animal with spirit plains Lizzie. ‘‘My husband’s a wonderful aquarium.” ““A what?” I puzzles. ‘She means equestrian,” ”?”’ com- explains Hank, ‘‘but she’s a few fish lengths short.” “T’ll take him,”’ says Magruder hasty. ‘“* What he needs to pep him up I got.” setter tyke that ‘orse back,”’ suggests Harry when a groom approaches with a white oat chewer. “’E’s been cutting up vicious of lyte,”’ he adds, and he turns to me with just the hint of a wink. ‘Give him to me,” I demands quick. can O'Day hasn't been foaled yet.” ‘But you've never ridden a horse,”’ cuts in the wife w j a kind of scared throw ar look. Ritter, also, is staring at me pop- eyed. ‘True,’ says I, ‘‘but you must remember that no horse has ever been ridden by me. I'll learn him to behave.” It takes a lot of time to get the bunch of us in the saddle, but we finally are started. There’s a sort of dirt track on the grounds, and accompanied by Dawfish and the grooms we hits the grit. For a while everything goes along smooth Jim's a little ahead of me and Hank, and riding high when all of a sudden Hellfire rears up and the next thing I knows he’s practically standing on his tail. Ma- gruder makes wild efforts to hang on, but he’d have had more luck picking eels outa a barrel of oil with greased and easy hands. Before Cyril can come to his rescue Jim’s been flicked into a deep mudhole by the side of the road. “The big brone breaker from the Bronx,” grins Ritter as we reins up Waiting for a taxicab? “Is that you?” slime-spangled husband. I remarks. ‘‘ What you doing there, Jim” > well,”’ asks Lizzie, looking wide-eyed at her June 25,1927 “No,” yelps Magruder, savage. ‘“‘ You know I've been out of town for a week.” “Sure,” I helps along. ‘‘ You're in Wyoming riding in a rodeo, aren’t you?” Dawfish helps Jim to his feet and remount Hellfire. “Thanks,” says Magruder with a polite shudder, I just thought of something. “Tf you pass my place on the way down,” says I, offers to assist him to ‘but I got to go to the office.” “drop in and give the goldfish a drink of water, will you? 1 forgot about it this morning.” “Don’t be so happy,” growls Hank, uneasy. “ Re- st is an Englishman,”’ I finishes. The words are no sooner out of my mouth than Milky Way, who’s been standing quiet, takes it into his head to cut loose on his own. In spite of all my pulling and whoa- ing he busts through the crowd and starts down the road The more I jerk at his mouth the faster he speeds, so I finally wraps my arm around his neck and lets my past life flash in front of me About a hundred yards from where the dash begins the member he who laughs hell bent for heaven knows where. track ends at a fence about eighteen thousand feet hig! Later on, when I measures it for the sake of dear old a curacy, it develops to be a trifle short of forty inches, but that’s a mere detail. I figures Milky might stop at the barrier, but I neve good at arithmetic. There’s not even a slow-up; but just r Was as I’m expecting the crash that'll end all my worries over falling hair and sliced iron shots, the horse lifts his hind feet and sails over clean. During the jump I'm a vertical jockey on a horizontal steed, but I keeps my grip tight around his neck, and outside of a thud that drives my spinal column up through the wen on top of my head, I’m all in one parcel when we gets to the other side of the fence. But I still got a good chance of becoming a subdivision. Milky keeps right on going. There’s no road, but what’s a road in the life of a Waffleshire maverick out for a bit of the thirty days the scientists estimated it—we takes half a dozen hedges, a bed a breeze? In next four minutes, bevy of ditches and a whole Hindenburg line of ba wire. A four-story abandoned brewery that’s now being lat’ used for making beer looms up suddenly and I’m expecting my mount to negotiate that, too, when he slows up and stops. I hear a thunder of hoofs, and there’s Harry, who’s been chasing me all the time. “Well?” “T’'m glad to ‘ear you say that,”’ returns the I pants. groom ‘| thought maybe ‘Never mind what you thought,’”’ I cuts in. “Is th your idea of a safe-and-sane animal? “Oh, yes,” answers Harry; “but ’e saw the fence and ’e can’t resist a jump.” ‘I guess I’m lucky he didn’t pipe the Woolworth Build ing. It’s the last time,’’ I adds, ‘‘that he'll see a fence eye to eye with me.” “Shall we ride back?” ‘“*Not me,” I barks. safe for me—like asks the lad “You go ahead and send something an aeroplane with a bunged-up motor and a missing wing.” After pointing out that Milky Way’s all in ar to hold the and pretty soor ‘Where you “Just on “Where'd id promising bridle, Harry talks me into the I’m back with the gang been?” grins Hank a cross-country jaunt,’ I answers, carele you think I'd beer ‘From where I sat,”’ says Ritter, ooked e you were out on a necking party.” I do no more rid ng that day, De y satished to stu around and watch Ritter and the others go through the paces In about i hour Cyril calls it a sesslor ‘Gosh, I'm sore!”’ wails Hank. ‘‘ How'd you like m work ‘Not so bad,” I replies “But what lea O holding the reins with one hand and sticking out the othe like a semaphore half the time?”’ ‘I thought that I was on a merry-go-round,”’ confide Ritte ind I was reaching for rings. Did Kate te ou we were having dinner at your hous¢ Sure come on lu ges We're sery ng a buffet supper off the manteipiece mi N ABOUT three weeks, the costumes } g been de ered, the Doughmorons fig tne e read) or a regulation fox hunt. I can see that Dawfish doesn’t thin! so mut What are ou going to Go when your cash custom ers pu pa owl So one I sunday mo gz, whe wet bel! e ears, we gets together! rranged for Dawfish had some Continued on Page 154

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 43 LOSE-UlP?S —By Norma Yalmadge VERY actress has a natural prelerence for certain rodles. The parts I like best to play are outstanding women who have some definite mean- | ing in their lives. They may be excep- uonal as to type or they may be placed circum- for full pic- turesque or dramatic value, but their emo- t ynflicts should reflect the problems of the eraye person, whether in unusual t stances ii CC everyday av- born in Sioux City or Siam. TI ough I dis- like unhealthy em- phasis Ol sex, I love to portray women with fire in their blood wholesome their | hearts. I detest roles that are overexaggerated for ‘ tri and true, romance in artificial or the sake of giving | lg cting Opportunities. Aboveevery thing else I preter who are first and fore- characters most human. My women need be neither the last word 110, BY NEALSON SMITH in nobility nor steeped they must be both good enough and bad enough to be real. Of course it is easier, as an American, to play modern ve roles in keeping with my personality, my physical but it is not nearly so Sins, a] in scariet natl make-up, my essential qualities; fun, nor so great a triumph as being born all over again in a strange land. Somehow something in me re- sponds to the characterizations of foreign races—parts which take me most completely out of myself, away from y own locale or environment, my own mode of living, own limited experience of life. much A Tribute to an Actress \ ANY screen artists have gained great popularity by + finding a type best suited to their particular person- alities and then adhering closely to that one line of work, but for me, the greater the divergence of my successive roles the happier I am in my work. It seems not to be in my nature to specialize; a restless longing for variety pursues me in all things both on and off the screen. My family never stop teasing me because one month I am studying French; the next, all my spare time is devoted to singing exercises, and when I show no likelihood of rivaling Galli-Curci or Geraldine Farrar in six lessons, I shift to the piano. My latest departure is learning to play the guitar, which I use in the character of Dolores in The Dove. Once Constance and I decided to learn ballet dancing and took private But after many painful attempts at the bar I decided it was hard enough to balance on two feet instead We withdrew from the classic art to join a lessons. of ten toes. Charleston class instead. It is the same with sports. At the cost of $10,000, a lovely swimming pool has been sunk in the grounds of my Hollywood home. I used it twice—$5000 a swim!—then ided it was much more fun to bathe at my Santa Monica place, where one can loll on the beach in the sun dec alterward. Next I installed two wonderful tennis courts in back of our town home, but hardly had I learned to wield a tennis racket before golf became my ruling passion. Life is so short to learn and do al] the things that attract me. Perhaps that is why I get such joy out of being a hundred screen. different persons on the Of the eighteen pictures I made for release from April, 1920, to April, 1927, Hate, my favorite productions are Love or Smilin’ Through, Secrets, The Lady, and Camille. Ls Miss Taitmadge in Her Bungalow Dressing Room Mary Mu- rillofrom Jacinto Benavente’s famous play, La Malquerida, known on Flower, the part of Acacia appealed to me because of her primitive nature. This fiery little Castilian peasant was the victim of inherited tendencies and family and racial surroundings. Despite her youth, she knew instinctively the passionate loves and fierce hatreds of her Spanish ancestors, and the impending doom of outside f greater than will itself, involved her in a dozen conflicts In Love or Hate, adapted for the screen by the American speaking stage as The Passion forces, at once. Conflict is the very bed rock of drama and every emotional actress loves to portray the primeval passions, such as love, hate, jealousy and rage. Another reason I chose this story was to experiment with the difficult task of interpreting psychology on the screen. It seemed to me that photoplays were becoming too plotty. As a rule, many chracters have to be introduced in the seventy-five minutes allotted for the film story, that there is very little time left for the psychological so much action is involved and so unraveling of the average development of the principals. The canned drama of the initial days showed only what the characters did; then came what they felt, and finally, with the growth of the players’ art, what they thought, as well. I wanted to reach out a little farther still, and tell why individuals behaved and felt and thought as they did. It was in Love or Hate that one of the greatest tributes ever paid me occurred while playing the scene in the ceme- tery where Acacia, conscience-stricken, prostrates herself reverently on her Intense in the part, I wept profusely. But one of thesecrets of good acting on the screen is to remain subconsciously cognizant of the camera, I glanced up throug} cameraman, and to mother’s grave however much one is lost in the rdle. my Antonio Gaudio, the my amazement his face was bathed in tears as he ground the machine, and Herbert Brenon, my director, was blow sobs at ing his nose audibly. Three or four lookers-on were also weeping. To have thus moved a hard-boiled dire: cameraman meant infinitely more to me than tor and any money I may have lost by playing this drama as it written. disposed friends |] ment, insisting that audiences always ing. But I remained adamant, notwithstandi: arguments, because I have always believed that the con- , whether happy Was OFiginauy many kindly ad suggested changing the tragic dénoue During the course of production r demand a happy end- g box-oflice sistent, artistic and intelligent conclusior ' ong t ‘ ‘ t ) mu eve r wit! tT } i nt Ben nte ‘ ‘ ] yt make my plays for the I I make the I my piays To be e to do like W sé fthe chief ambit olin lé Herbert Brenor whe lirects I The Wonde Thing and The Sign on t Do us we ! Love or Hate one ol tne 4 most colori. ind brant persona f He is of 4 nig y ne ) ana imat tem pera- ment, rer to be- ome enraged at the extras if they show lack of understand- but equally quick to praise anc encour- age those who display promise. Herbert Paui Though went to ost. and King’s Coilege in London, father was when the where a journalist, young Irishman came from Dublin to the United States he tucked away his de- grees and literary aspirations behind a bargain counter, where he sold socks with slight imperfections at greatly reduced rates. ‘‘ Then,’’ says Brenon, with a merry twinkle ‘I went into the real-estate game and sold land at slightly inflated rates.’’ Next he assumed the managership of a nickelodeon theater, drifted in his deeply set blue eyes, to the stage, became a scenario writer and finally pro- gressed to director In Search of Beauty \ Y PREFERENCE for Smilin’ Through is due to my loving pictures that give me a chance to play role and tothe spiritual quality of this story, which pr an opportunity for occasionally touching that rare the aim of Both the a dual esents and elusive thing called beauty. To achieve this is everyone who strives to be an artist in his line Moonyeen and unusual fineness who got across a message that characters, Kathleen, were women of Ove is a less stronger than hate, good greater than evil, kindliness expensive gift to offer one’s neighbor than revenge at virtue on the whole isan instinct and meanness of soul alien to our betterselves. I don’t like motion pictures to be obvious propaganda of any kind, but if they can plant a noble thought or emphasize a beautiful idea] without in any way detracting from the entertainment value of the story, then I’mallforthem. Asachild I hat airy tal deliberately to point a moral; when 1 go to an art gallery I abhor pictures that tell a story—I prefer to make up my own story from the subject—and when I go to a motior picture I attend primarily for rec1 on Wyndham Standing and Harrison Ford were men in Smilin’ Through, and Glenn Hunter, then a new- comer, played a young soldier. Glenn, with one suit oi clothes, two clean shirts, a five-dollar bill and a photograph nother, journeys d to New York to seek his fortune, little upstate town of Highland Mills of his irom the what it meant to live on crackers and peanuts and to slee; on a park bench beneath the stars before he got a job at ten dollars a week with the Washingt » riaye while at the most impecunious stage of their existence. He used to compose poems as he swe pt out the when he wasn't rehearsing, little dreaming that in the short space of five years he Would se¢ his name flashed in elect: lights on Broadway. B. Francis, a native o ond and graduate of ngham College, w! one oO he er

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44 drama’s finest character actors; little Miriam Battista, who came into prominence as the lame child in Humor- esque, and Eugene Lockhart, now a composer of popular songs and a playwright, were also in the cast. In order to wear the narrow, pinching waists of our grandmothers of 1860, I had to reduce ten pounds. Each of the three lace and satin petticoats worn with these hoop- skirt gowns was braced with stout wire bands to make it stand out. The dress and underwear of a single costume weighed as much as I did. There is a little street in our new studios, comprising twenty acres on Santa Monica Boulevard, which the prop- erty boys have christened Bungalow Alley. Here Mary Pickford, Douglas Fairbanks, John Barrymore, Constance and I each have a charming, sunny cottage with boudoir, living room, kitchen, dining alcove, baths, deep clothes closets and secretarial offices. Gloria Swanson and Corinne Griffith are soon to build too. In these little cream-colored stucco houses with overhanging roofs and window frame- work of green, we make up and dress and have our various fittings. But once we are on the sets, instead of going all the way back to the cottages each time we need to re- arrange our hair or add fresh powder, Connie and I use the portable dressing rooms. My noon meal is always served in the little bungalow where Anne Brophy, a friend of many years’ standing who married Edward Brophy, for- merly one of our assistant directors, lunches with me. Anne is my private secretary and attends to my mail, which runs into several hundred letters each day. From Youth to Old Age PRINCIPAL reason I am partial to the réle of Mary Carlton in Secrets, directed by Frank Borzage, is be- cause of the interesting characterization calling for several difficult age transitions. I love to carry a heroine straight through from youth to old age. Also, as in Smilin’ Through, this May Edginton play, acted on the speaking stage by Margaret Lawrence, had an unusual poetic theme. There was a lovely spiritual quality in the thought that whatever the vicissitudes of fate and the ups and downs of marital relationship, a husband and wife are inevitably bound together by ties springing from the innermost secrets of two souls that have known moments of oneness from which no outside circumstances can ever separate them. Though they have a hundred secrets from each other, they also have some few secrets they share together from all the rest of the world. A story with an underlying idea that not only adds to dramatic entertainment but also sends an audience away with something to think about always has a special appeal for me. To project an inspirational or uplifting thought into the minds of millions while they are whiling away a few pleasant hours gives one a sense of having done something worth while. But stories like Secrets and Smilin’ Through are not to be found every day. As Polly Pearl in The Lady, I again had a chance to de- pict a woman's soul from youth to old age. Polly gave me a wonderful opportunity for contrasts. Life’s kaleidoscope shows her a vivacious English soubrette of the Florodora and Gibson Girl period; the abandoned wife of an English gentleman who had promised to make her a grand lady; a servant girl robbed of the money she had been saving to take her littleson to America; asong-and-dance woman ina cheap café in Marseilles; a tired, worn, middle-aged woman selling flowers on the streets of London, having given up her son to the care of friends who can give him a good edu- cation; an old lady running a café for soldiers and sailors in Havre. Though forced by circumstances to live amidst drab surroundings and low characters, Polly always man- ages to lead an irreproachable life. With a broken heart she lives on and fights for her two ideals—to be a lady and to have her son become a gentleman. As in Secrets, here was real life drama in its final analysis, a beautiful, gripping, underlying idea again coupled with opportunities for emotional acting and conflict, with con- trasts of wealth and poverty, joy and sorrow, bigness of soul and relative unimportance of the outside veneer which the conventional world too often sets up as a standard of worth, However, these character rdles which appeal most to the actress as an artist are not always the favorites with the public. Many of our followers prefer us to be just our- selves in straight presentations of young, romantic, present- day personalities. La Dame aux Camélias—who is there among theater- goers and booklovers whose pulse does not quicken at the mention of this famous heartbreaker of the younger Dumas’ immortal masterpiece? All my life Camille has been my favorite love story. I reread the novel every year and it has always been in the back of my mind to play it some day. Once a réle seizes my imagination it becomes a regular I’ve read everything pertaining to obsession with me. THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Marie Duplessis, the beautiful French girl on whom the novelist based his character of Camille. In Paris last sum- mer I visited the little house near the Church of the Madeleine, where Marie lived. For eighty years Camille has lived as a novel; it has been played in almost every language—even Japanese; its passion and its pain are universal and eternal. That is why I felt no sacrilege in modernizing the story. The heroine is of all time and all periods. Present-day settings merely bring her a little closer and add additional interest. The Dove, adapted from Willard Mack’s play, opens another chapter in my screen career, as it will be the first of the Norma Talmadge productions for my new releasing company. Four days after completing Camille I began The Dove, which will occupy me for three or four months. It was not easy to slide from the consumptive, lovelorn Marguerite Gautier into the healthy flesh of Dolores, a gay Latin-American girl, full of vitality, laughter and rollicking humor. Only a sob sister on a newspaper who is suddenly transferred to the joke column could appreciate my diffi- culties of adjustment to the new personality. Noah Beery plays the swaggering caballero originally created on the speaking stage by Holbrook Blinn. As the scenes are laid on the imaginary Costa Roja where East meets West, we have Spaniards, Mexicans, Chinese, negroes, French, Rus- sians, Americans and several other nationalities in the cast. Working in this colorful melodrama has been a liberal edu- cation; I feel as though on a personally conducted tour around the world. Roland West, our director and co- author, with Wallace Smith, of the screen adaptation, has learned to say “‘excellent’’ and ‘“‘terrible”’ in eleven lan- guages. Two of our players were recruited from The Miracle company—Olga Baklanova, the Russian actress who played the nun, and Fritz Feld, a German, who gave a long-to-be-remembered performance as the jester. My plan for the future is to make two pictures a year. It is impossible to obtain the best results if stories are ground out mechanically with a time and cost limit sus- pended over one’s head like the proverbial sword of Damocles. I would infinitely rather make a single really great picture in the next five years than twenty average commercial successes. Roland West and I are contemplating the production of one picture in Europe. I cannot yet divulge the name of the story, but we have been enthusiastic about it for a long time and I shall never rest until it is started. We would make the interiors at the UFA Studios in Berlin, and the exteriors would necessitate scenes in France, England and even Constantinople. This has long been my cherished dream—to do a picture where each exterior is actually made in the locale originally designated in the story. How well I remember my very first trip to Europe. It was in the summer of 1920, in celebration of Constance’s and my initial contract with First National. Almost from childhood, life for the tribe of the Talmadges had been a constant, strenuous grind of hard work. Now, at last, we could afford a real rest and vacation. The whole family booked passage, and Mrs. Gish and Dorothy joined us. Our voyage across was a gay round of festivities and auto- graph albums. If one of those statistics hounds would add up the number of times Constance and I have signed our names, I’ll wager the signatures placed end to end would reach halfway around the world. So This is Paris! ONDON was particularly hospitable to us. Invitations from famous authors, artists, fellow members of our profession and men and women of the nobility were extended for parties, first nights at the theater, dances and sight- seeing. Flowers, bonbons and little gifts of appreciation came almost daily from men and women who had enjoyed Constance and me on the screen, though many times the names on the cards were quite unknown to us. It was pleas- ant to be enthusiastically welcomed everywhere. We went through Windsor Castle, Westminster Abbey, the muse- ums, galleries and all the usual places of interest. Among our most delightful times in England were the leisurely days along the Thames in a luxurious house boat. Then came happy, crowded weeks in Paris. Anita Loos and John Emerson joined us on many of our sight-seeing expeditions. Only the Quartier Latin disappointed me. All the jabber-jabber of ultra~-Bohemianism, super-realism and nouveau-artism one heard across the tables at quaint outdoor cafés seemed to detract from the historical settings and the sip-at-leisure liqueurs. Babbling dilettanti instead of serious writers and artists—it all reminded me of an old lady who once waltzed beautifully trying to be ridiculously spry in a tango. Of course we had orgies of shopping on the principal boulevards, but it was still more fun to poke around in curio and antique shops in the more deserted quarters. Constance collected snuffboxes and costume boudoir dolls June 25,1927 of every design and country; Natalie went in for odd per- fume bottles; Peg had a passion for beaded and petit-point hand bags; while I gathered many odd bits of unique jewelry—not precious stones but inexpensive bracelets, earrings and strings of beads interesting for their work- manship, design, age or novelty. These have often come in handy for my pictures— Kiki, for instance, where I wore bracelets up to the elbow. As for more valuable jewelry, I have pigeon-blood rubies, square-cut emeralds, pearls and diamonds. But although I own several beautiful diamonds—rings, bar pins, hat ornaments and earrings, a twenty-five carat stone in the center of a diamond necklace, which is supposed to be one of the show pieces of the world; and a large pear-shaped diamond, suspended from the necklace of graduated stones which I wore in Camille—my ruling passion is for black opals. Because of their soft texture, it is very difficult to obtain black opals that are carved, but I was fortunate enough to secure one unusually beautiful cameo from Italy, which I have had set in a wide, heavy, antique gold bracelet. After much searching I found a pair of earrings to match and to complete the set, and I have had my largest black opal, set in a framework of sapphires and diamonds, suspended from a sapphire and diamond chain. It is said that opals are unlucky, but, believe me, I will take ali the bad fortune that goes with owning them. Few picture goers realize the work that goes on for the preparation of a picture in advance of production. Several months are sometimes spent in getting the story ready for shooting, in the making of costumes, in research work, and in gathering the properties and building the sets. For The Song of Love, narrow, twisted streets with yellow, baked mud walls had to be laid out; typical Arab quarters were built, where swarthy, long-robed natives, veiled women, picturesque half-naked children, asses, camels and horses swarmed in heterogeneous confusion, and long rows of bazaars displayed their heaps of rugs, brassware, perfume jars, jewels and pottery. Blowing Money in Pictures T WAS lots of fun learning the wild dances of the Ouled- Nail girls and I was glad I had bought several costumes when in Africa. During my screen career the terpsichorean evolutions of ballet, interpretative, buck-and-wing, ball- room and jazz dancing have fallen to my lot, but this was the first time I had to do a danse du ventre. Contrary to the general conception of Arab dancing girls, these daughters of the Sahara desert are generally young women of spotless reputations. Many of them are daughters of sheiks, who come into the big oases and there learn their art, serving an apprenticeship for many months. They are paid well, and always in gold coins which are welded into breastplates by native jewelers. At the end of five years the more beautiful Ouled-Nail girls have acquired enough coins for a hand- some dowry and return to their homes for marriage. In one scene Nooma-Hal had to blow bubbles. These soap bubbles had a way of evaporating at the wrong mo- ment, and as there had to be twelve of them before the camera at one and the same time, we decided to use glass bubbles. This meant engaging some Bohemian glass biowers of Prague, who happened to be appearing in a vaudeville act in Omaha. By the time we figured up the expense of transportation and salaries, the dozen bubbles cost more than $2000 for a flash lasting less than three seconds. Joseph Schildkraut, who played my leading man, remarked, “‘That’s one way of blowing money in on a picture.” In 1922 Constance and I gave up our studios in New York City. Hollywood was fast becoming the center of motion-picture production, and as Mr. Schenck’s presenta- tions were growing more and more ambitious, he wanted all his companies to be located in Southern California, where variety of scenery cannot be surpassed. Here one can film outdoor scenes nine months in the year; tropical foliage, mountains, valleys, snow, rivers, deserts and the ocean are always to be had. And because the vast majority of the industry’s personnel has settled in Hollywood, players, directors and technical folk are easily reached and interchanged. Our parents moved to the Coast with us, and Natalie and Buster were overjoyed to have the entire family reunited. But my father had long been in ill health and was soon unable to carry on his duties at the studio. Two years ago he became seriously ill. Natalie and I rushed back from the East, where we were visiting. Night after night we sat at his bedside at the Chase Sanitarium, refusing to believe that the end was hovering near and we would never feel his cheery presence again. He died as he lived, always patient, always smiling. Last year, when I was working on Kiki, every day from the studio street scene I could see the mausoleum in the Hollywood cemetery where dear Fred is laid at rest. (Continued on Page 46)

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16 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Continued from Page 44) The devil-may-care little Kiki, the personification of nnocence one minute and a veritable hell-cat the next, who wants a taste of life and gets it with a vengeance, for the first time in many years, as a light ymédienne. This peppy newsgirl of the Paris streets was ertainly a great departure from my preceding role as the cultured, dignified Princess of Graustark. Although most people think of me as an emotional actress or tragedy queen, David Belasco, who produced and adapted André Picard’s play for Lenore Ulric on the speaking stage, pro- nounced me the ideal screen star for the part and refused to sell the picture rights to anyone else. Yet, I confess, it was with certain misgivings that I indertook the characterization of a sixteen-year-old gutter- Once I plunged deep into the part, however, my nervous fears disappeared. All my thoughts and energies were bent upon making the character ring true. Few persons who picture Hollywood as a gay center of easy money and easy morals realize how greatly exaggerated these reports are. In the first place, a screen star has to guard her looks as carefully as any opera singer coddles her voice. The unmerciful camera reveals the slightest signs of dissipation. Circles under the eyes and the drawn look which results from lack of sleep are fatal. When at work on a picture I rarely attend any parties, however tempting My daily routine is as rigorous as a prize fighter’s training schedule. I get up every morning at 7:30, have a light breakfast of half a grapefruit or a glass of orange juice, coffee and one slice of whole-wheat toast, and tiien slip a long sport coat over my nightie and motor to the studio. Usually we have to dress and undress and refresh our make-up so many times during the day that I never bother to dress in the morning until I reach the studio, which is just about a mile from my home. By nine o’clock I have talked over the scenes of the day with my director and have started making up. At ten o'clock I am on the set, and work steadily until 5:30, stop- ping only for lunch, which is served in my bungalow. reveaiead me snipe. the invitations. The Social Lid of Hollywood NEVER eat red meat at any time, but usually have chicken, turkey or a vegetable luncheon. Not that I diet, but merely because I have never liked meat. Extra avoirdupois has never been one of my worries. With me it is just the opposite—I have to try hard to gain instead of reducing. My tummy has a way of growing more and more concave instead of convex, which is not as an artist would wish, according to Hoyle and Venus. At present I weigh 103 pounds, although my maid, secretary and hair- dresser pursue me all day long with tall tumblers of milk or glasses of sherry and egg. I slap thick cream over every- thing and eat quantities of rich alligator pears, but nothing seems to help me gain, not even sweet desserts. When the working day is finished for the other players, I go to one of the five projection rooms on our lot and see the rushes, with Mr. Schenck, the director, cameraman and utters. As each scene is taken several times, we select the best one and discuss photography, lighting, individual per- formances and everything pertaining to making the pro- duction as good as possible. To be able to analyze oneself is extremely helpful. Constance and I often sit together in the projection room watching our own and each other’s performances. We criticize as coldly and impersonally as if we were judging the work of astranger. In this way we learn the power of minute details. Every slightest move- ment reveals character. The clothes one wears, the shrug of a shoulder, the way a person walks, are reflections of what that person thinks or feels. Te an observant on- manner in which a woman rises from a chair almost reveals her age. Thus the more a player analyzes herself the better she will be able to represent others. Occasionally we work at night, though as a general rule Mr. Schenck and I reach home about 6:30, just in time for and a change for dinner. Peg and Constance often Sometimes we go to the early showing of a motion picture or have a few friends drop in for a little iooker the ‘ a warm ba 1oln us chat. But it is an unwritten law that they must leave by ten o'clock, as | always retire early when engaged on a production. Even in between pictures, a star is never altogether a lady of leisure. There are always costumes to be fitted, stories to be read, photographs to be taken, publicity interviews to be arranged, and so on. Though we celebrate with pleasant pafties when a pic- ture is finished, I for one must confess that the wild night life of Hollywood is either a myth or has been kept a dead In fact, I would consider quiet home life California’s greatest attractions. Even very moderate means can afford to build a little quaint Spanish or Italian architecture, trees and lovely flowers on their front lawn and Almost every secret [rom me. Southern as one of families of tucco house of t t ith palm orange or lemon trees in their back yard. mechanic or property man owns an automobile. It always amuses me to see wee cottages with one bath and a double garage. The palatial homes of the most successful screen players boast ballrooms, miniature theaters or projection rooms, pipe organs, sun parlors, picturesque patios, pillared per- golas, beautiful Japanese gardens, swimming pools and every conceivable comfort and luxury. One of filmdom’s finest mansions is Pickfair, the Beverly Hills estate of Mary and Doug. Mr. and Mrs. Fairbanks also spend much of their time, especially in summer, at their camp north of Laguna Beach. Here we have great times roughing it. We live in little tents in a cove right on the beach. Hot water is brought in enameled basins, but our morning and moonlight dips are in Nature’s com- munity bathtub, the ocean. Often we sleep outdoors, rolled Indian fashion in blankets. The dining room is a huge tent with long rustic tables, and somehow food tastes ten times better when one eats in a bathing suit. There is a little golf course on the beach, and javelin throwing, at which Doug excels, is another of our favorite pastimes. Just now the Fairbankses are all excited about a big Spanish rancho they have just purchased between Escon- dido and the ocean, which they have christened Nuevo Zorro. Last month they bought 2000 acres to add to their original 900-acre tract. Hundreds of orange, lemon and avocado trees are being planted, also an olive grove, and every evening after dinner Mary and Doug pore over new plans for the beautiful hacienda and the modern dairy which will be filled with full-blooded stock. Quite a large reservoir has already been completed. Besides adding greatly to the appearance of the place, this lake gives the huge ranch its water supply. Marion Davies is one of our most social hostesses. Her parties are lavish and original and no one has ever been known to have a dull time at her five-acre Tudor home, high on a knoll, in Beverly, with sloping terraced gardens. In July, Marion plans to have a housewarming at her gorgeous new Colonial dwelling on the sea at Santa Monica. This will be the most pretentious of any of the places on the beach. In fact, it is larger than the clubhouses. There are many rooms, including twenty guest suites of bedroom, living room and bath. Twelve garages will enable friends to bring their cars along over the week-end. Marion and I have been close friends for years. Many of the picture folk prefer Beverly Hills to Holly- wood, enjoying the seclusion of mountain-top abodes. Close to Buster Keaton’s beautiful Italian villa, perched high on a young Himalaya, is the estate owned by Mr. and Mrs. Tom Mix. Other cliff dwellers, as we call the Beverlyites, are Frances Marion and her husband, Fred Thomson. Frances—who has traveled from a poster artist to one of the highest-salaried scenario writers in the in- dustry —and Fred havea whole hill tothemselves. Twenty- seven men are employed to attend the gardens and care for the horses which Fred uses in his popular Westerns. His riding ring is as large as that of any professional academy. The sole heir to all this magnificence is Freddie, Jr., just three months old. Those who think of Hollywood as the home of the unintelligentzia and illiterati would change their views if they could hear the scintillating conversation on any and every topic at Frances’ Sunday at-homes, where groups of authors, directors, screen players and dis- tinguished personages in every walk of life are accustomed to congregate. A Vegetable Patch That Turned Turtle OLLEEN MOORE and her husband, John McCormick, are about to build in Beverly. Monte Blue, Mabel Normand, Lew Cody, Betty Blythe, Anna Q. Nilsson, Walter Pidgeon, Laura La Plante, Pola Negri, Fred Niblo, Norman Kerry, Patsy Ruth Miller, John Gilbert and Theda Bara are others who have chosen this section. The abode of Gloria Swanson and the Marquis de la Falaise, on Crescent Drive, is a big, comfortable house with open fire- places, book-lined walls and a real homy atmosphere, despite its elegance. Her children eat in a cozy outdoor dining room and have a charming nursery apartment all their own. In Benedict Canyon, Mr. and Mrs. Harold Lloyd own an enormous acreage and are building one of the fairy places of the world. A private canoe course winds through the grounds under overhanging eucalyptus trees. A barbe- cue pit has been erected for outdoor parties, and there are tennis courts, golf courses and a big swimming pool. Tea is served in the afternoon in picturesque little summer houses, and three-year-old baby Mildred Gloria has her own patio playhouse. Adjoining the Lloyd estate is Carl Laemmle’s Spanish home, formerly the residence of the late Thomas H. Ince. One of the original features of this magnificent home site is June 25,1927 the garden in the rear of the house, laid out into miniature motion-picture locations of every description. Cecil B. DeMille divides his time between his Hollywood home and Paradise, his rustic mountain ranch back of San Fernando. Still another beautiful mountain home near Los Angeles is Moreno Highlands, where Tony and his wife overlook the whole city. My own town house is in the heart of Hollywood, on Hollywood Boulevard. Mr. Schenck and I have eighteen rooms, very charming gardens, and a swimming poo! large enough for the Leviathan to sink in. We have enjoyed furnishing it ourselves, without the aid of interior decora- tors, and I adore pottering around the grounds. Once I tried planting a vegetable patch, but most of the seeds turned turtle and never came up. After getting about eight beans and six stalks of asparagus at the end of two months’ coaxing, I decided it was cheaper to buy our vegetables, and took to landscaping instead. I changed the tropical shrubs around so often that they seemed to recede instead of growing taller, so now I only go in for flowers. Otto, our enormous police dog, goes in for flowers too. Sometimes he goes in a foot deep with his two front paws. Otto is a fierce brute, one-eighth human and seven- eighths wolf, who shows his gums like a tooth-paste ad- vertisement and has a pretty little habit of collecting bits of trousers from strangers. But he is always gentle with me. The Red Queen’s Philosophy E HAVE big open fireplaces in the living room, library, card room and dining room, with breakfast room adjoining. The sun parlor, furnished with comfortable Japanese wickerwork, is large enough for a ballroom. My boudoir is in pastel shades of orchid and lavender. The carpet is violet, the walls pale green and flesh, the French furniture lavender, inlaid with scrolls and pastel-shaded flowers. The drapes and canopy over the bed are orchid and lavender and the sheets pale lavender silk. The bed and dressing table used in Camille are from my own bedroom, also the cut-crystal dressing-table set of toilet articles. As my Camille is a strictly modern version, it was quite fitting to use my own instead of rented things, and somehow they made me feel much more at home in the part. I might add that a dash of lavender was not in- apropos for La Dame aux Camélias. Our summer place, next door to Bebe Daniels’, who lives close enough to step out of her bedroom window into mine, is just a small, cozy beach house at Santa Monica, where the rollicking Pacific waves break into sea-foam smiles against our shore. When the ocean gets too frisky we have a blue-tiled swimming pool where the water is heated. I have an outdoor sleeping porch and love to be lulled to sleep by the sound of the sea. The boudoir proper is in pale green and Italian yellow brocade, which may sound terrible, but the tones blend perfectly. The bed is canopied and piled with dainty filet and embroidered pillows. The sheets are always pale green silk, monogrammed with the same plain N which I use on all my table linens, personal articles and stationery. Nothing delights me more at Santa Monica than to laze around in a bathing suit or curl up in the sand with a book. Although I sometimes read the latest best sellers in the hope of finding motion-picture plots, the standard books interest me far more. I love Dumas, De Maupassant, Tolstoy, Victor Hugo, Rudyard Kipling and George Eliot: and whenever I feel at all blue I reread Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass. No one can be unhappy long in the company of Lewis Carroll. I adore pretending that the Gryphon, the Mock Turtle, the Walrus, the Carpenter and the fat oysters are holding their conversation on my own little beach. Through half-closed eyes I can see the Lobster quadrille. With the Cheshire Cat, the White Rabbit and the Dormouse for companions, sometimes I sit for hours dreamily gazing at the sea. As for the Red Queen, I have adopted her philosophy and applied it to my whole motion-picture career. Alice, running breathlessly up a hill, is told by the Queen, ever shouting “‘ Faster! Faster!’’ that they have passed “‘ nearly there’ a long time ago. After traveling so quickly that they seem to skim through the air, Alice is amazed to dis- cover herself sitting under the very tree from which they started their journey. The Red Queen then explains, “It takes all the running you can do to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!’’ And certainly this is true in the flickering films. One has to keep moving in order to stand still. If Constance and I have been fortunate enough to hold our places on the screen for a longer term of years than many who were stars when we were playing bits, it is because we, too, have kept repeating “‘ Faster! Faster!”’ and we are still out of breath, but in the running. 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48 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 25,1927 KNOW OLDSMOBILE FOR WHAT IT IS | WHAT IT DOES AND HOW IT DOES IT You may know Oldsmobile by that good reputation which is spreading day by day. You may know it in the terms of owners’ praise, for it is a car that people recommend to their best friends. You may know it when you see it by its striking appear- ance and outstanding performance. But that isn’t really knowing Oldsmobile. Come to your Oldsmobile showroom. Learn how this car embodies the known factors of motor car merit. Experience its luxurious comfort. Drive it yourself. That is the only way to know Oldsmobile —for what it is, what it does and how it does it. ' a i oF ’ STANDARD TWO-DOOR SEDAN 950 f.o.b. Lansing edan, cee f. o. h. Lansing BODY BY FISHER

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 40 Mie RI CAN A ORE evidence of the aby hetween commerce and its first year for borrowing privileges It itgrew quarter ther , the i ‘ r) rt, as noted by the Associated Press in a dispatch in the inn, moved to a store, and after the ( War be and isin ute ett I rom ¢ hicago: came a county enterprise It o Ape an entire tne Bu gt t : , ; ; Masonic Temple. Its shelves still hold most of the worn thus marked wa tinued int t t Met he mystery of a striking landscape canvas called And : : . _ ; , : and rare volumes which started it—notably a Frenct politan Building t twe hen it Rained been solved by the Ch » Art In- =~ . . “ae atlas published in Amsterdam in 1733 S Ruchie + mail j I stitute. Karl Ruble, the records show, painted And Then ; , ’ if ‘ t Rained. He submitted the canvas to the jury selecting The K City Tin eo ee \ ibjects for the annual exhibition of Chicago artists. It : was among the favored 269 canvases chosen from the 400 Organizat : offered. A woman’s club bought And Then it Rained for A. P. Rothschild yesterday was reélected president of ( w i 1 at nche the $400. But Karl Ruble could not be found. The address the Main Street Association at the Westgate Hot !. Chamber of Commerce yesterday unde :; ft he had given was fictitious, so the Art Institute was left Logan Jones and H. B. Shanberg, vice presidents; Charles Committee on Commer Educatior oo | with a check and a mystery. Edward B. Butler, of Chicago, G. Haake, treasurer, and Harry S. Da manager > mar hairma Mr. Lisr ss aut a trustee of the Institute, came to see the painting ‘I were reélected. Among the projects to be undertaken are an organization committee for the project. ‘I : believe you had a canvas here,” he said to the custodian, the elimination of shacks and unsightly structures on schoo! w i train artist esigner , ‘called And Then it Rained.’ ‘“‘ Yes,’’ replied the attend- Main Street, improved store fronts, regulation or elimina lines followed in the industrial citie f Ey , ant excitedly. ‘‘We are looking for Mr. Ruble. We have tion of overhanging signs, removal of merchandise from $400 for him.”” “‘I am Kar! Ruble,” said Mr. Butler. He the sidewalks and store fronts, and a campaign to mair Evidence that ¢ rat betwee f explained he had wanted to do something on his own. Mr. tain all property in a more attractive condition. Attentior ‘ zations i Butler has followed painting as an avocation for years. He also will be given to paving, c, transportation and gq of ; F \ ( e Art Institute the George Inness collection parking matters Times-P of 22 paintings, said to be the finest collection in America presented to of the works of the great landscape artist. Anothe a} vl € puoe u ] / Editor and Pu er from a idre lward Price Be committee to give a il costume New ( Ho fo get a high school when ordinary po itical method before the Academy of Political Science annually tor the benefit of Dbullding I itstanding , as described in a dispatch from Perkasie, Pennsylvania: ; toric value and architectural beauty This ar : I give it you as my conviction that many editorial chairs he . ws nouncement was c« t j ¢ ette | m Greene 4 Four times the Rotarians of Perkasie met with the creak under their load of misunderstanding of the publi ¥ 1] nWKiWanlans Of Sele ville, and each time the two communi- Occupants of these chairs think the public is shallow. It - ties came nearer the objective a consolidated high school. 1s deep. They think the public wants trash It wants the : , . . . meeting of the Vieux Carré M ( t ‘ At the last meeting of the two clubs the proposal was best that is known and thought in the world. Movies are Mrs. H | E. A. P | ’ . z ict vu f 4 tty t inanimously approved and a campaign launched to in- ali might in their way. Jazz is all right in it blae Com) of the State Museum. Mr. Ru Louis B. Reut« L. I rease the assessed valuation of Perkasie borough in order _ strips are all right in their way. In moments of exceptiona L.R ‘ ‘ r : i RICKE I eon then ement ons ‘ to increase its capacity to finance the school. Later the Per- penetration, even I can see the fun in them But | Say to { New O ¢ kasie Rotarians met with the local Chamber of Commerce you that all these are light diet. I say to you that we took out membershi he Chamber. cannot build up a great and safe democracy on movies and O ld jazz and comic strips. Give us these by all means—forwe , , F 7; : . 4 ¢ wou ' do not want to draw faces overlong—but give us, aiso nan whO more of the sentiment and the philosophy and the facts The Indiana District is backing a movement for large lid not spend the publics money that are pregnant with the fate of human society appropriations for the Indiana and Purdue Universiti: In January, 1926, Nation’s Business published an article oe P a4 a P ai The program includes an increase in buildings and . 7A > » hea ym of a titled oreigner to Ue treatme iccorded / I y . nerea n ed +t ‘ tic ‘ m by Congressman Homer Hoch, of Kansas, suggesting that : Ri a nee gradua ease suca i peri 7 : in the [ ed State as reported by the New ) kK Su ac- of ter ears. Spe sme ‘ } e addr ‘ = the Post Office Department might save a lot of money In op- p P 4 . , “— elie ties " anes’ : arly : ae . es . counl of | gt if itteenth-century lupe yt idver- on this subiect — " ettor ' P erating expenses of the rural-free-delivery system without , - -o . +. SS 4p . ‘ I : ° l ng Cluo of Neu York the matter was uught to the attent f c ‘ impairment of service by the consolidation and length- 2 : Bt at ening of f delivering routes. . . . On his own initia- A cordial invitation to Americans to visit England dur- “% *¥© »&4s© aha Leh ve and without fanf are of trumpets, Fourth Assistant ing the tourist season now opening was extended today by 3 ( T ti Postmaster General Billany set about a bit of consolidation Sir Charles Higham, English advertising man, in an ad- along the lines of the Hoch suggestion. l p to date 457 of dress delivered before members of the Advertis ng 4 lub of ; " these consolidations have been made at a saving of some New York. Sir Charles also presented the club, of which The Renee, eae, Geen eea? [epee nee $590,000. . . . Atthe current rate of congressional pay, he is a member, with a sixteenth-century tapestry. “The oy cons for oniia Paes es : _ a ae here’s one member who has saved the Government the tapestry I have the honor to present to your club today is dict seheees the sti ; : amount ol his salary tor the next hail century. given as a small token in remembrance of the great kind- aan ss hie ness and help extended to me over many years by Amer- cial j se ("itu © ; . More about the interest of busine ree n the finer thing ican advertising men and women,” he said. ‘All I know Vl : 4} , ge Of life, aS exposed by the organization service p sheet of ihe of my profession I learned as a youth in this country. My , Y er Chamber of Commerce of the United State success is due to the fact that you never asked me, ‘What March 10 to 13 the Springfield Chamber of Commerce have you done?’ but “What can you do?’” \ feeling of dismay oppresses radica \ a. Long sponsored the production of William Dodd Chenery’s ee a on a wee ee + the — : c. rte sa oh t ' dramatization of Mendelssohn’s oratorio, Elijah, in grand- Rota aie fi ae TOE Eger —* we + See UY : ome opera form. Three evening performances and a special Mi F wend a ‘ , . y str acts ) awake — to the cree ag Sunday matinee for school children were given, to the . exhorting the men who were u : t a y t delight of large audiences. Splendid scenery, beautiful cos- Individuals in this community have been waking up ‘0UNGations u . the syst , : tumes and hundreds of participants on a great stage fur- to find themselves famous. It is all because of anawardthe %? their the a SweRSNeU . nished a spectacle of real splendor. Asa means of enlisting local club established in 1924 of a medal for the resident POUCA! power and reors vonene all classes and groups of the city in a common enterprise, of Jackson County who had done the greatest service to 294 Withita . : ts we are informed Elijah was the greatest vehicle Spring- others out of the line of his active duty and exclusive of ! anyt gin A , at field has yet discovered. Singers of all denominations sat bravery or monetary philanthropy. Miss Cora Allen, many ees side by side and sang the magnificent choruses. On the — years principal of Central High School of the city, received "8" ™ 8 é . tage acting the scenes were Knights of Columbus, Masonic the award the first year for her work among the children PO! a orders, De Molay, dancing groupsfrom public and parochial in the poorer districts in establishing clothing and milk to t & hools; in fact, every interest in the city was represented. funds 1e next year it went t Rotarian, Georg ™ sues Luther, for his work with rehabilitated soldiers. This ye t ‘ Ame Light on the widely accepted belief that Ameru €l00 it was awarded to Burton R. Laraway ~—also a Rotariar minded and ng eople lo have ¢ ne y re Cu for his work among crippled drer t hed by the A l Pre dis patel M ; i Comment on co rate cilize : The first public library in the Northwest Territory, es- a a a a tablished 109 years ago in a wayside inn along the Ohio Civie daring of two business houses that risked nearly Ml Geors W. I River, ministers today to the community which has grown one million dollars’ worth of space in a voluntar tt t “ up around it. Across the Appalachians and down the ’r promote the Chicago Plan is at last rewarded. The La Clul 4 nted t | é to Southern Indiana, a group of men of learning came soon = Salle Street widening project, made possible their wil t " r fa ttee 1 Bette fter 1810. Led by Alexander Meek, attorney, they formed ingness to set back th juildings wit! ! Hon ! H Mr. | I ‘ a circulating library. In 1818 the men of the hamlet met of compensatik s soon to be under w i ite Be Hor \ i é inn and formed a public library of voluntarily con- The city will consequently repay them for their sacr I rs a nat wide educa ‘ r bette tributed books. Twenty-four subscribers paid $5 each in fice . . The first good example of civic foresight on hom lhe can ‘ red zatior

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50 Watch This Column Our Weekly Letter ~ MARY PHILBIN’ UNIVERSAL is set for the coming season with the most re- narkable list of pictures it has produced in all its history. Theatre-owners who are is-to please their patrons and p their receipts, are advised to scan * the s, stars and is abundant assurance for splen- pictures, author lid entertainment during the Fall and “Love Me and the World is " Mine’ tarring MARY PHILBIN and R \N -RRY Author, Hans Bartsch D E. A. Dupont “Back to God’s Country’ starri ng RENEE ADOREE. With Walter R obert Fraz Mitchell Lewis and others Aut! Jar nantes aera ir Director, Irving wood ‘The Cat and the Canary’ with LAURA LA PLANTE and a perfect is { sta Author, John Willard. Director, Paul Leni “Alias the Deacon” starring JE AN HERSHOLT. Broadway stage ess by J. B. Hymer and Leroy Clements r E iward Sloman “‘Galiene and Kellysin Paris’ The fame us fun-makers back again in jgeger lau getter "Cheating Cheaters’’—star " BETTY COMPSON and .— TH HARLAN. Author, Max Marcin. Dire Edward La nile “Finders , ’—starring LA TRA LA PL an TE. Author, Mary R Rinehart. Dir r, Wesley Ruggles “The Svactetiiite Lover’ — tarring NOR Mi AN KERRY { LOIS ri Wm. Beau ised e, Ir “The ies Parrot’’—star- 1 HOBART BOSWORTH and MAR- IAN NIXON. Author, Ear! Derr Biggers. Direc Paul Leni HOOT GIBSON—in seven rtling Wild West pictures—some of Pet B. Kyn RE G NALD if j Tire I spe W Seiter and Fi line. Superv ¢ DENN Y—1n : lies Directors, Re men iber al lso— th. at Universal 4 he industry in “‘short s ’ - (arl faemmle President ibjects.’ (To be continued next week) Ve tor atogre ttograph of fj rede) star iphed be on our mailing list name and address UNIVERSAL PICTURES 730 Fifth Ave., New York City THE SATURDAY lubs, and Girl as chambers of women’s « parent-teacher Scouts and others commerce, associations, Boy + } eated tr Wa A g- hington an The age of ambition as rev ociated Pre dispatcl lo the Ind far from Philip Randall, junior at Butler Uni- versity, is no flaming youth. He lately celebrated his seventy-second birthday an- he plans to earn his degree at Ingalls, Indiana, } (anapotl niversary, but and become a teacher his home town. Forty-nine years ago Randall was graduated from a normal school. Lately he had an opportunity to teach in his home-town school and found that he must have more collegiate training to qualify. So he came to Butler and is studying history, astronomy and English. Account in the Kiwanis Magazine of how the bu iness me? of one Norih ( arolina town spe nd their spare time: The Kiwanis Club of Reidsville, North Carolina, adopted for its major objective during the year 1926 the sponsoring of clinics for the benefit of the underprivileged children of Rockingham, Caswell and Ala- mence Counties. An orthopedic surgeon of Greensboro offered to donate his services and the state department of rehabilita- tion also offered its cojperation. With the EVENING POST assurance of capable persons to conduct the Kiwanis Club secured suitable clinic, rooms and supplies necessary to carry on such work. At the nine clinics held during the year, there were 154 patients examined and treated. The Rotarian illustrates how the simple- minded American idea of beginning at the be ginning is be ing applied fo international affairs: Kansas City members of this club are corresponding with Rotarians holding their own classifications, on topics pertaining to world business which affect the amity and good will existing between countries. In order that the success of the plan may be assured, President Wittig has appointed a committee to supervise the scheme. overseas The ruoted of boosting to the widely q tea injunction concerning “the least of thes as reported by the Hartford Courant: : relation The sixteenth birthday of Exchange as a national institution will be observed by the Hartford Exchange Club at the Hotel Bond today. The first Exchange Club was founded by Charles A. Berkey, of Detroit, on April 11, 1911, and grew out of another organization known as the Boosters, which June 25,1927 existed in Detroit as far back as 1896. From this nucleus has grown a nation-wide or ganization, with clubs in eve y state of the union, each club exemplifying the motto Unity for Sery ice, The Nat onal Exchange Club was incorporated, not for profit 1917. Each year on the fir ay of August the Exchange Clubs of the United States entertain thousands of under privileged children by what are kn Sunshine Specials Ir communitte The Hartford Exchange Club has done much work at the American School for the Deaf, establishing a dental clinic and ir stalling various equipment in the play ground. Chicago Tribune’s report of an extra con munity dividend in a dispatch from Ashton Tllinoi : The will of Nathan A. Petrie, Ashton banker since 1869, was filed this afternoon It gives a half million dollars to philan thropy, including $100,000 to churches in Ashton and Parish, New York, which was Mr. Petrie’s former home, Oswego ( ‘ounty, $100,000 for a Mills and Petrie Memoria Library and gymnasium at Ashton; $100, 000 for a library at Paris} $100,000 for a cemetery at Parish; $100,000 for a P gymnasium. In lifetime Mr gave to Ashton and Parish public tions $100,000. aris Petrie institu- his lilow to Become famous Tlhougl Born at lome=By Richard Connell ELTON MOWBRAY was born in Ohio or Maine. He never could re- member which. His mother said Maine, but she was a Ledbitter, a family notorious for its poor memories. Anyway he became a writer. had a weak stomach and prominent ears, his stories were all about men with strong stomachs and handsome ears, who had a pretty tough time of it in the first five thousand words, but who bucked up in the next thousand and got the girl and the job as president of the lamp- chimney works. Soon people with weak stomachs and prominent ears, all America, were reading his stories and fancying themselves in the hero’s boots. Jecause over This was not facing life as it is, the critics said. You can’t make a silk skirt out of prominent ears, they said. Now that new Lapland writer—Grugg—he had some- thing to say, and how deliciously penetrat- ing and pagan he was in the original Lapp if you read Lapp. Melton Mowbray stayed on the farm in Maine—then his mother was right, after all—and wrote stories and nobody read them—that is, nobody but a lot of people who did not own—or rent—type- writers, and couldn't read Lapp, and were a regrettably uncivilized mess anyhow. His readers were denominated boobs and drowned every afternoon between ind six in scornful tea cups held i hands at studio bun struggles. family were i Spee (ODOR ILYA PYOTR POMYALOV, called Yakov Voroponov by his friends, ho did not and Pyetrovich Gly bt Vv those w know him so well, lived in Moscow— Mos- cow — but had once worked as a sash-weight designer in a factory in Binghamton, New York. His penchant for designing sash weights, with forget-me-nots embossed on them, had cost him his job; and cursing a country where art is not appreciated, he re- turned to Moscow and set up in business as a droshky driver— cabman— between the de- pot—r oad station—and the Kremlin city hall. One bleak day—ah, great white father, how the wind wolf howled on the a great Slavic sadness was on him. steppes! He needed kopecks money to buy anew whip socket and a few nips of vodka brandy. He chanced to glance into his cab. He cried out—in Russian, of course—‘‘Oh, boy!” His most recent fare—Joseph J. Kilmer traveling for Kilmer and Kilmer, skins and pelts, Boston and Albany, if you must know—had left a book behind. It was a book of stories by Melton Mowbray called Greengrocers in Arcady. Pomyalov read it. He had gone to night school in Bing- hamton one night and knew English. He hurried back to his isha—house—got a good nachtstyl—snootful— of ky liquer—and translated the stories into Rus- sian. As he stories as h ass did not claim the not was modest, he is own. Russian writers are so popular in Russia anyhow. And, as the name Melton Mowbray looked perfectly silly in Russian, he changed it to Melty Mobravoff, and called the Tikhon barski chuvasg mokei os isc souls caught book starosya ip bor Little buglike paper of Life. It sold 3,257,893 Pomyalov bought a new droshky, married a fat widow and had children no end on the fly copies. i QDWIN WILLUS CL APPINGTON needed a new spare for his old sedan, his wife wanted a permanent wave, and it wus really high time Junior had those polyps in his nose attended to—a situation irksome to a man of letters. ‘Reviewing books is all wet,”’ } at his wife, ‘‘even though they let t > growled you keep and sell the damn things—pardon my French.” He picked up anew copy of The Explo- sion, a Monthly Revue of the Really Good 1 Art, edited and financed by a young man whose father had made quite a wad in the halibut and cod-packing industry. It con- iined a long and refreshingly opaque arti- cle entitled The New Russia Finds Its Voice and Speaks to the World in no I certain Terms, by Felix Mumpson—Class of 1925—who got it from a Frenchman, who got it from a German, who got it from a Russian. In winged phrases it extolled Wy] Melty: nto comparative called him ‘“‘th new | Lapsing, Mr. Mt umpson the iterary Giscovery bravoff. icidity, brief seerlike Slav who writes with a scalpel “Oh, boy!” exclaimed Edwin Willu Clappington. ‘‘This is my dish!” He got hold of the Russian book, and aided by Julius Wiss—by day the second Wiss of Wiss and Wiss, We Press Pants And How!—he rendered it into pulsating and at times intelligible English. He called it Caught Spirits. It proved a sensation. It was widel a by those who knew the ly ac- ir literary ynons. The name of Meltya Mobravoff was whispered with awe at the bun strug gles. It was nominated as the book of the season. Clappington was féted. He was the lion of the salons _ The professors who bestowe l the Henr Rigney Annual International sine urd for hee in Art voted to give the medal and the twenty-five dollars that year to Meltya Mobravoff, but as none of them could remember what stamps are needed to send a letter to Russia, they decided to place the wreath on the brow of a la poetess in Mississippi ‘If you have not read Caught Spirits you'd better go live in a tree, where you be long ” wrote Walter Tate Culp, in his column in the New York Daily Alarm Mr ( ‘ulp’s novel was accept ed the follow ing ge by the publishers of Caught Spirits. As nobody wanted to go and live ina tree, soon everybody just had to read the book. It sold enormously, and the picture people bought it, had a man named Blatt write an original story to go with the title, and in due course issued the picture calling it Is Love a Sin? Edwin Willus Clappington bought a brand-new Hyperion Right sedan Mrs Clappington hi 2 her hair waved by an im ported barber, and Junior had out not on his nasal polyps but noids as well. A year or chanced on a copy of C read it, and became acutely because his own work fell so far short of the contes of the great Russian Master. So he went home, sold his typewriter, and opened a bicycle-repair shop. ode- his tonsils and later Melton aught Spirits. } so Mowbray He discouraged

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST re your Scientific tests show how gear friction acts like a dragging brake in most cars over 6 months old Now a new type free-running gear lubricant that gives I to 1/2 more miles per gallon—by actual test F your engine seems to be hitting on all six, your carburetor acting right, and still you are not getting the full gasoline mileage claimed for your car—there is something wrong. It is a condition common to practi- cally all cars after the first 6 months. Most motorists just accept it as inevitable. Yet you can probably stop this mysterious trouble in 10 minutes, today, and secure 1 to 1% more miles per gallon of gas. Recent experiments show that the usual trouble is frictional resistance in your gears—transmis- sion and differential. The effect is like a dragging brake. Due to the fact that old-fashioned gear greases and compounds do not give free-running lubrication. To correct this condition Alemite engineers have perfected a new type lubricant for gears. It is the result of 3 years’ research. Actual driving tests show that this new Alemite Trans- mission Lubricant will enable your car to deliver 1 to 1% more miles per gallon. Because it reduces frictional resistance to a new low point. Keeps your gears sears cheating our engine ¢ tA pn / so much freer running. You will [y, 1. notice a difference in power and ‘“‘pickup,”’ too. And in winter it [No3: makes your gears shift easier. nea Alemite Transmission Lubricant contains no foreign substances—no fillers or acids. It is all lubricant. Actual friction heat tests prove that this new lubricant reduces gear friction to a*new low point. (See chart.) And it does away with the drag caused by the old sticky gear compound. Naturally, this new lubricant costs a few cents more than the ordinary kind. It is made from the finest ma- terials obtainable, and sold with the direct guarantee of the world’s largest manufacturers of automobile lubri- cating equipment. Drive in to your nearest Alemite Service Station and ask for this new lubricant. Have your gears drained and refilled with Alemite Transmission Lubricant— every 2,000 miles. Your gears will never steal power from your engine. THE BASSICK MANUFACTURING CO., 2666. Crawford Ave.,Chicago, Ill DIVISION OF STEWART-WARNER Canadian Address: Alemite Products Co. of Canada, Ltd., Belleville, Ont Alemite and Alemite-Zerk equally adaptable for Industrial Machinery © 1926,T. B M.C Transmission Lubricant » i chart shows the results of a friction test of ilemite Transmission Lubricant made in the laboratories of the Armour Institute f Techn “y ilemite Transmission Lubricant and four well known brands of gear grease were sudmitied to the same tests. Note hou compared with ordinary gear greases, Alemite kept by far the lowest friction throughout Sold only from drums plainly marked

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crt tN Charles Goodyear, from 2 contemporary portrait THE SATURDAY EVENING POST iN My) \\| \x al N the immense and far-flung industrial structure that is Goodyear today, an army of workers labors to enlarge Charles Goodyear’s discovery. In cities that he never saw—quite possibly of which he could not even dream —and in an enterprise he did not found, his spirit abides where his name finds greatest honor. With every passing year, the name of Goodyear rises higher, clearer. Deservedly the greatest name in rubber in the beginning, through the work of the man, it is today no less deservedly the greatest name in rubber through the work of the institution which followed the path he pioneered. “@he name Goodyear is greatest in invention. Look through the annals of the rubber industry’s achievements, and on every important page for a quarter-century you will find record of Good- year the institution’s contribution to the art. Goodyear invented the present straight-side tire. Goodyear perfected the principle of cord tire construction underlying the high-mileage per- forttiance of automobile tires today. Goodyear ingenuity fashioned the machines nec- essary to the production of this new construction. Goodyear devised the All-Weather Tread, for maximum safety, traction, wear. He walked the streets in downpouring rain in a strange garment of rubberized cloth. He met the jeers of the world with a faith that neither disaster nor seeming disgrace could conquer. He laid upon the altar of his work all the dear things of life— health, family, friends, fortune, happiness. He was cast into prison for debt. He felt himself “appointed of God.” He discovered the vulcanization of rubber. His name was Charles Goodyear. Goodyear pioneered the successful pneumatic cord truck tire. Goodyear originated the Plant Analysis Plan of specifying rubber mechanical goods to the uses of industry. Goodyear provided the indispensable rubber equipment for aéronautics in America, and itself established record after record in air navigation. Goodyear developed SUPERTWIST, the extra- elastic, extra-durable cord fabric essential to the modern low-pressure tire. Goodyear has just now announced the tractive, slow-wearing new Goodyear balloon tire with the new-type All-Weather Tread. COhe name Goodyear is greatest in sales. The measure of value in rubber may accurately be gauged by volume of sales, sustained public demand being the evidence of merit. More people ride on Goodyear Tires than on any other kind. More people walk on Goodyear rubber heels than on any other kind. More Goodyear rubber conveyor belting is used in industry than any other kind. More Goodyear rubber equipment is supplied to commercial aviation and for national aéro- nautical defense than any other kind. June 25,1927

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 53 Name in Rubber More Goodyear Tires—many millions more— have been made and placed in the service of motorists than any other kind. More rubber is used by Goodyear—nearly one- seventh of all the crude rubber produced an- nually on the earth, almost 50% more than is used by any other manufacturer. “Ohe name Goodyear 1S greatest In service. There is in the Goodyear business method a fixed principle of the greatest service to the greatest number. With the same care that it builds into its prod ucts the greatest possible value, Goodyear has provided the means to help users get all that value out. It has covered the world with a network of branches, depots and dealer service stations for the prompt supply and expert servicing of Goodyear wares. It has pledged its selected retail outlets to give the skilled assistance to owners that results in the enjoyment of the last ounce of usefulness built into the Goodyear product. COhe name Goodyear is greatest in usefulness. It is a fair statement to say that none of Good- year’s success has come to Goodyear unearned. This is a young company—eager, alert, for- ward-looking — one of the youngest although it is the greatest rubber company of the world. It has come along no royal road in its march to decisive leadership, but often through trial and travail like that which Charles Goodyear himself endured. But it has had his conquering spirit in its heart. And it has had the devoted service of thou- sands on thousands of loyal men who respond to that spirit. And it has had the trust and good-will of the millions of people who have tested its work and word and found them worthy. It will keep ali these, because it knows whereof they spring. In the beginning, by force of discovery, Good- year was the greatest name in rubber. By force of usefulness, to its own and to all people, Goodyear is the greatest name in rubber today. The imprint of the newv-type Goodyear All-Weather Tread

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54 AJAR BAGGOONS ~ Tens of thousands of motorists already know that AJAX Hi-Speed Balloons make driving under modern conditions easier and safer. A scientifically worked- out design, developing important factors of Balance and Contour, produces results hitherto unobtainable. Join the AJAX army of satisfied owners and enjoy tire qualities that present-day high-speed cars, hair-trigger acceler- ation and four-wheel brakes make almost im- perative. Besides greater ease and safety you will also get more miles. AJAX RUBBER COMPANY, INC. Executive Offices: New York City Branches in all Principal Cities Dealers Everywhere WA L EQUIPySSS YO ae E hg” ann. a | MADE EXPRESSLY FOR \Any, AMERICA'S oo SSSr motor CAS “Made Expr for” a particular car means that the size and type of AJAX Speed Balloons for that ir have | rmined only after e most careful study and analysis f the in actors that cause tire wee peed, pick-up, le wh of wheels, « sand u eight of car | great and small. | said to be 12 years old. THE SATURDAY LETTERS Epitor’s NotE—The letters which follow were written by A. L. McCorrison of Sears- mont, Maine, to Ben Ames Williams, over a period of some four years. Except for the elimination of some personal matters, and ex- cept for condensations here and there, they have not been edited. SEARSMONT, Dec. 28, 1924. EAR BEN: How the time gets away. D Your letter brought to mind many happy days in my own experience, days when I, too, used to hunt sea birds. Though I never saw a sinkbox. But from your description, it must be uncomfortable shooting in them, but who thinks of com- fort when birds are moving. I could almost smell salt air. And when you mentioned old squaws, a bird I had not thought of for many years, how vividly it brought to mind a friend—long since passed on—who gave me my first lessons in sea-bird shoot- ing. His name was Herbert Arey. He and I were together the first time I ever saw a flock of old squaws, and Herb said, “‘Hear that, Bert?” “Yes. What is it?” “That’s old squaws.” ‘“What are old squaws?” said I. “Well,” said Herb, “‘ whenever an old In- dian squaw dies her spirit goes into a coot, and that’s why they call them old squaws. Hear them laugh and cackle? That’s the way a party of old Indian squaws always sound when they dig clams.”” Many a dark night he took me to the outer ledges. My eyes grew dim when I read his obituary. I went gunning once since you left. Late in Nov. F. came out one afternoon and took us up to the Pines. We saw 8 partridges and quite a number of ducks in the pond. Coots, I think, though they may have been black duck. I fired twice at 3 whistlers just outside the rushes near G.’s boat land- ing, and F, fired twice at partridge, but got nothing. The weather was fine after you left, up to the 20th of Nov.; from the 4th tothe 10th the land was full of robins. But I was obliged to pack my apples, as the party I sold to could not get help for love or money. I also helped pack several lots that were bought of my neighbors. In all 220-odd bbls. Strange, it may seem, but partridges are very plenty. A week ago last Sunday I put up 10 in my hardwood growth and several more over in the Burgess lot. And last night M. R., whose farm is up and across the river from mine, told me he put up 8 partridges in one flock as he went into his woods yesterday morning. They appear not to have broken up as usual, as most ev- eryone reports seeing them in flocks. Sarah and I have had a slight cold, but a few doses of split knocked it sky-high. Are having fine winter weather; not snow enough for sleighing, but fine wheel- ing. But a little too cold for fishing. There's no live bait in town. But I’m going after pickerel soon. I’ve caught many a fine string with fresh beef for bait. Sarah joins me with love to you all, both Sincerely yours, BERT Mc. SEARSMONT, ME., Jan. 12, 1925. EAR BEN: I wasin hopes to have had at least one fishing story to write you before this, but we are now in the grip of one of the grimmest winters for many years. It has snowed all day and is drifting to- night, and the snow was two feet deep on the level when this commenced. The devil only knows what it will be tomorrow. Sarah and I have had a bad cold for two weeks, but are now in our usual health. This cold winter must be hard on the partridges; if they go into the snow and a crust forms it’s all over. I have often found them in the spring where they had died in the snow. I have bought a horse, or rather a mare, If you would know EVENING POST ~- 7. py > how she looks, Shakspere once described such a horse. I paid 50 bucks for the beast. Reck sits here before me with one foot fan- ning the air and looking supremely foolish, while Frenchy is dreaming under the table. Sarah also sits here by the table mending old clothes. She joins me in the best wishes to you and yours for the new year. BERT. SEARSMONT, Mar. 9, 1925, 10:30 A.M. Pf pees BEN: While Sarah was filling the churn with cream, I had to go out- doors to smoke. It is quite pleasant, and I heard the song of the crow in several direc- tions. The snow is nearly all gone in the open land, and the roads are very bad, and growing worse. As I look off over the hills I think what a contrast from two years ago. And this is called a cold winter. But at no time has the ice in the pond been more than 15 inches thick. And up to Jan. 20 we had very little snow. And February has been much like April. I can’t understand this cold-weather song we hear so much about. Unless it was the lack of water that made it seem colder than usual. E. H. watered his cattle in the brook, and the water froze solid and he saw small trout in the ice; could see them along the brook in all direc- tions. I have heard they survive such con- ditions without any harm. I haven’t been moose-horn hunting yet. Though conditions were just right several days last week. But I took the liberty to squander two dollars of your money for one horn found in the Whicher swamp. It is, as you face Mr. Moose, a right-hand horn. A fine speci- men, weight 10.5 lbs., width of palm 11 inches, length of middle front prong 18 in., from tip of middle front prong to outer point of palm 32 inches, with 9 points in all. I’m in hopes to find the other one, as they saw the old fellow still wearing one orna- ment. John L. also found a set. They lay about 6 feet apart where the old fellow shook them off. One has 9, the other 8 points. These were found on the plantation, so called, which is just west of the Plaisted cover. There are more moose horns near by, and scattered all over the country. There are moose everywhere. A few days ago, while feeding the dogs in front of the house, I chanced to be looking toward the Lincoln house across the way, just as a doe poked her head around the corner in the path that leads around from the barn. She was slowly walking, and kept on walking slowly past within 25 yards. I spoke to her and invited her up to eat with the dogs. She looked at me and appeared to nod her head, as much as to say, thank you. The dogs were busy and did not see her. I went in front of house and watched her out of sight over the road toward the village. A man that would deliberately shoot a doe could commit murder. It was the handsomest creature I ever saw. On my way to Belfast Friday we saw a hen partridge beside the road. There’s plenty of partridge, and if the coming sea- son should be favorable and the swamps full of water next Oct., there'll be plenty of birds. 8. P.M. Just come in from the village. A beautiful moonlight night, very calm and still, and quite warm. Can hear the roar of the river to the south and west. And how good it sounds to me. I often listen, when the wind is right, to the song of The Rolling River. The House by the Rolling River was a poem in the fifth reader; I used to read in when I went toschool. And it would apply to many an abandoned house that now stands decaying beside the Georges. ‘Some are married, some are dead. All are scat- tered, now, and fled, from the house by the rolling river. The night winds sigh through the vacant hall; the gray rats race through the crumbling wall,’ and so on. To me, it was sad and beautiful. June 25,1927 OM FRATERNIT WV J. R.’s boys caught two trout yesterday in the Dyer brook. There’s every indica- tion now of an early spring. I shall look for the ice to go out of pond very early in April, if not before. As the stage driver says there’s stretches of open water in the Senne- bee pond. Owing to the low water in De- cember, when the pond closed, and the high water now, there is a wide space of open water between shore and ice, and to get onto the ice would need a boat. And sev- eral fishermen have got wet while getting on and off the pond. Ben, if you went to a pickerel trap and found a3 lb. pickerel had run out under the ice with 15 or 20 feet of line, you would need no pole or rod to pull him in with. But with a hand line you would have to be mighty careful not to hurry him, and often give line a little. And when, after what would seem a long time, you finally look down through two feet of ice and see the wide, fierce, open jaws and red gills, writhing and twisting, and fighting as only a big pickerel can, then you finally land him, 6 feet away from the hole, on solid ice. Then, after you get the hook out of his wicked jaws, you push him into a trough 5 or 6 feet long by 2 or 3 feet wide, filled with water and more or less pickerel, and watch the black-backed, gamy-looking fellows fiercely rushing and trying to escape. I be- lieve you would experience a thrill never known on a 5 ounce rod on a hot day in June. But a thrill of blood and iron. Be- cause possibly it comes at a season when one isn’t looking for thrills. But there is certainly a pleasure in ice fishing all its own. I hope some time you may try the sport and enjoy it as I have. Sarah joins me with love to you all. Sincerely, BERT Mc. Apr. 30, 1925. EAR BEN: It’s April, and the dryest I ever saw, not a mud hole from here to No. Searsmont, but quite rough in places. There has been no warm rain, not a heavy shower, nothing to flood the brooks, and trout are thin. But we'll have rains, and there'll be worthwhile fishing in Old Ruf- fingham before the summer is gone. Sunday was a fine day. I saw no other party on the brooks. The meadow is flowed well up to the point of bushes. It was my first day fishing. I enjoyed every moment. While at the big pines, heard a partridge drumming down brook, and saw him as he left the log—a beech. I heard many other drummers, saw the track of coon and workings of muskrat, borings of woodcock; and walked to within a gunshot of two black duck as I crossed the meadow. I enjoyed the day, if I got no fish. But last year H. and I got no good trout in the meadow till some time after the 25th of May. Then suddenly there was good trout everywhere. And so it will be again. 10:00 A.M. May Ist. Rained more or less through the night, wind N. E. and very cold. Was intending to plow today. Sarah has 51 chickens, 2 days old, in a basket in front of the stove in the kitchen. And now and then, one of the hens that hatched them will go by the door, clucking. And that chicks know, and answer. Wonderful is the intelli- gence of a two-days-old chicken. Remember us to your father and mother. With love to all, Sincerely yours, BERT Mc. P. S. R. P. and S. H. brought home three bbls. alewives from Duck Trap one night this week. ) ELL BEN: As to trout fishing, the prospect looks a little brighter. Mr. S. had a friend, who lives over in Auburn, Me., call on him last night. And about 8 o'clock this morning we went down on the Continued on Page 56) hen’s MAY 3RD, continued.

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You can keep strong, thick hair Worrying a little about your hair ? QJERHAPS your hair seems thinner, less healthily vigorous vou have wondered whether “any hing could be done to help it .. Mes Pwo common scalp troubles cause thinning hair—dandruff and slug- vish scalp circulation. Both can be mediet Phis simple treatment, specialists uN corrects quickly both these iit ills EVERY MORNING wet your hair and ‘ lp theroughly with Pinaud’s Eau de Quinine Phen, with your fingers pressed down firmly, move the scalp vigorously 1 every direction, working the tonic into every ine h of the scalp Move the scalp, not the fingers! Brush the hair vhile still moist. It will lie smoothly ist the was i want it Give vourself this Pinaud treat inent every morning—feel the new low of swift) scalp circulation notice the absence of dandruff— the act that vour hair is thicker, more 3! You wi hair. | soon forget to worry over vour You can buy Pinaud’s Eau de Quinine irt partment store. Look of Ed. Pinaud in red Pinaud Ine orporated, 220 York Parfumerie Ed. Pinaud, Paris. Canadian distributor, Parfum- re Ed. Pinaud, 204-206 King Street, sole dis- PINAUD’S Kau de Quinine THE SATURDAY (Continued from Page 54 river below Ghent, sometimes called Rob- bins Mill, and found four men and several ladies there ahead of us. Mr. S. took his friend’s car down to Dunton Brook, and fished upriver to meet us. His friend is a fisherman all right, but of the Pod Auger class. I gave him every chance possible, and he finally caught one trout. We fished the east side of river, because the other parties were on the small trout in the brook and none in the He said, ‘‘I believe I’ve missed much in life by not going trout fishing.” About noon we arrived at the stepping- stones and found 8S. waiting for us. We then came home I got sixteen—a fine mess of handsome trout. And in. fine condition, compared with the brooks. I am quite sure I could have got 25 by fishing back to the mill. I gave the Pod 7 of my largest, which left nine for S. and |— enough for our sup- per, and four left for breakfast. The woods are fast changing color, and the maples and Mayflowers are in bloom. It is good to be alive. west side. S. got two river Sincerely yours, BERT. SEARSMONT, Sunday the 14th, June, 1925. EAR BEN: Yours rec'd last night. You must have had a pleasant time in spite of mosquitoes and black flies. FE. arrived in Belfast Friday night, the 5th. The next morning he came here about half-past 8, and I was waiting for him. We fished the further brook in the meadow only part way down and got 18 trout, a mess for him to take in to Belfast for his dinner. That night he came again. It was very dark and threatened rain. And we went up to W. P.’s and put his car under cover and came back with your car. On our way up, as we passed F. M.’s house, just over the rise—out in the swale by the muck hole on the left—we saw moving lights. E. said, ‘‘There’s a smash-up. Someone has run into a team.” I replied, ‘‘No! That’s moose; flection of the light on their eyes.’ And so it proved to be. In the darkness they looked just like tail lights on a wagon. The next morning when we came back from fish- ing, we stopped and found the tracks of at least 3 huge moose, plain to be seen in the grass and beside the road. Such is life in Searsmont. We got 26 trout we had 13; not the re- each of us stopped when that we believe there's EVENING POST luck in odd numbers, but I happened to have that number when I quit, and E. did the same. We left here about 4 o'clock A.M. and quit fishing at point of bushes at 6 o'clock. We drove down to the pasture where we usually stop, and found the brook very high, and water rily from the wash of the roads, and full of floating sticks and leaves. We fished down below the bridge; E. got trout, but decided to stick to that brook when I suggested we go over to the one other. So I went over the Island to the bridge and from there to the pine stump. Got eleven trout-—-two from under the stump, 12 and 13 inches. Then decided to go after E. But I went to cross the brook, saw him coming around the point of the Island. He still had but one trout. I showed him my catch and told him I was done. The first cast he made, he lost a big one; then caught one 15 inches, and stopped fishing at point of bushes at 6 o’clock. He had caught 12 from bushes tostump; I had caught 11 from stump to bridge and two be- low the point of bushes, while waiting for k. The largest average I ever saw, except possibly the 17 you caught in one hole in Ring’s pasture. The shortest were 9 inches. The moose horn will leave Belfast tomor- row by express. Sincerely, BERT. SEARSMONT, Sunday the 21st, June, 1925. J ELL, BEN: The best layed plans of men and mice sometimes go wrong. The moose horn was returned. I called the warden, and he said he would see what he could do. I think he will give me authority to ship it soon. The express agent said I would have to get permission to send it—a sworn state- ment as to who found it, when, and where, and so on. It is now 3:30 P.M. Thunder showers all around. Have just closed the barn doors and put down the windows in the house. Yesterday a flock of 10 young partridges were seen in the road near H. W.’s cottage. And a woodcock is setting on 4 eggs in the old cemetery by the schoolhouse bridge. I guess there'll be birds to shoot in October. Holy Moses, what a crack of thunder! Sarah is having a fit. Well, let her crack. It’s all in a summer's day. There’s a shower over Belfast that looks black and angry. At present I’ve a very promising lot of muskmelons, also June 25,1927 watermelons, that I’m making a desperate fight to save from the bug Sarah sends love to you all Sincerely yours, BERT M¢ P. S. Monday 7 p.m. G. was knocked But didn’t this down by lightning yesterday hurt him any afternoon. He’s up to the brook SEARSMONT, July 26, 1925 [ EAR BEN: Yours of the 9th _ ree’d. And I guess you will think I have for- gotten to send the moose horn I rec’d permission to send it ago. But E that time, and the day after he left, my haying crew came--a week ahead of time. So that I have just got round to try to ship it again. I had to mount it on a shield, mounted specimen can be transported out of the state. The shield is a work of art, fastened to the horn with a snowshoe string I thought the snowshoe string might add a little tone to the affair. fringement of the law and it goes this time. I went near the close of the season some time was here for several days at le, as Only a I hope it’s no in up to the meadow several times Two days we were up against heavy showers went over to the Shee pscot once Wwe only to go Into an old mill and smoke for several hour waiting for a shower to pass, then came home without catching a trout. This was in afternoon. A few days after the 4th a stranger « d at the garage at No. Searsmont and ir quired if there were any trout brooks nea! by. And was directed to Howes brook he was a fly fisherman the woods as far as the meadow. He caught 15 or 20; the and none under 10. and fished only in argest 16 inches 8:30 MONDAY EVE Well, Ben, the moose horn is on its way. And I did all I Belfast—to have express charges paid. But they forgot to tell the fellow that took it could witnout going to to Belfast this morning. And he did not pay the freight. And this is the second time they've forgot to pay charges on things I’ve sent to you, when I’ve been ve ry particular to tell them to They won't forget the next time Perch are Regards to you all, prepay Diting Irom us A Storm on the Nova Scotia Coast

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58 Bertha looked at him for a moment. \ é oug were it would have been We ed Charley We vhat?’’ she returned, | ea ed ou to help me,” answered ( ‘ want you to decide.” [) ile what? Decide whether to give money to those people?’’ Involun- y urst from her. ‘‘ You'd bea ‘ lid,’ said Bertha. ac a Ot purse atan 6 ' Cert y! grinned again. ‘‘ Well,” he ng slo to his feet, ‘‘that’s what | g ou'd think.” He was looking at her fixedly. As his eyes bent themselves on hers the grin went m, and in their depths she saw a a veil like a { nga hand into his poe ket he his pocketbook again. “Yes, I way you'd feel about of darkness out arew Knew that was tne , y; “you'd say, of course, only that’s nothing aid slow the money; ow. There's something else I’ve got to ou. If they found out downtown I id all this money they’d take it away rom me; so to keep them from doing it | had one of the two checks made out in your Chere it is; you see it’s drawn to Bertha Maddox, eighty-nine As it’s in cash it but you; name your order: thousand dollars certified, too, no so you can keep I stole it anded her one Ci to those people He } t or pay it over from, just as you decide ‘Not ittothem?” Bertha laughed. f | iow myself! No,” said Charley, ‘‘you wouldn't He was replacing the other check in his pocket! ook ‘Thisismine my share,” he announced; fifty-fifty, you know Bertha gave a sudden start ‘What?”’ Charle grinned again “I'm giving back my share, you know,” he said, and Bertha caught her breath. Again she gave a xclamation, though he didn’t seem t to heed or to have heard it; and osing his pocketbook and replacing it in pocket, he slowly rebuttoned his over oat Well,” said Charley, “I guess I'll be going now ) ‘Going?”’ Bertha’s voice was sharp Charley Maddox turned to her, his fac terrible ‘You called me a thief 1 a ne; but what do you call yourself? Yor ave your Judas money you've got it ow t don't forget this little thing out it: That money you have belongs to he people | robbed for you; and the min te you indorse that check and cash it, that ou, too, a thief. Understand? thief. You will be a i “ t a é is mu is I am, the man you \ ort ( The cry leaped from her Avhast, her face all at once white, ‘ towa n ‘Where are l e cried Le Lhe 0 ile halted, looking Chen he spoke: “I don't t I'm going, but 1 know where { Charley Maddox e front door bang as he went XXVI 1) Midnight struc then one J ] 1d three boomed ! " into the limbo of t ete Along toward four Bertha ta Y Y t ‘ ’ ‘ ry Lle I ( be nw Cc? ne g ha l,a vith a fumbling at fe ce e felt that iw! i) V me ha slept. That grotesque, aw 1 outburst Charley Maddox | tluns the marth sr Phe eve et st ere he THE SATURDAY EVENING POST CROOKED Continued from Page 36 bull’s-eye. This time, for a fact, she had been tricked. No getting away now from that. Heretofore she had put little faith in her husband’s ability to hoodwink and hbefuddle even the fools he seemed to have swindled; but in the way he had worked her to a climax, the finish, when the trap was sprung, there was a devilish ingenuity that would have done credit to a Machia- velli What should do? What could ? She might escape the world and the but there was one it was herself. she she world’s wagging finger; thing she could not escape Never, never could she wriggle out of the clutches of her own conscience, the knowl- edge of her own greed and guilt; and as the thought again struck home and she saw her face mirrored whitely in the wall glass, she shrank away, her mouth wrung into a convulsion. She hated Charley Maddox as she never before had hated human being. ‘“‘Damn!”’ cried. ‘‘Damn!” But this road led to madness. As Bertha knew, she must think - think hard. What should she do? The France, of course, was to sail tomorrow; and there were the plans she had made with Fargo. Besides, there was that check, the money she had in her possession now; and at the thought she sprang up hurriedly and went to the bureau drawer, where she had put it for safe keep- ing. Clad in her thin sheer silk robin’s-egg blue nightdress, for a while she stood there, studied the strip of ghty-nine thousand she her eyes intent as she raw pink watered paper When the drove het cold of the to dollars! early morning hack bed sne took the cCneck wit! ner. What must she do? Part of it was clear enough. Though she had only a vague, hazy notion of the law and its proceedings, she knew enough to rest assured of one thing. She must act quickly if she meant to save that money. If once it were traced to her possession the law would seize it, she was certain. She might never get it back; then, too, there would be the pub- licity. As Fargo had warned her, people would tax her with complicity—though that was just a detail. What Charley Maddox had said still drummed thunder- ously in her mind. If she cashed that check, or even tried to cash it, too, would be a thief! Four o'clock struck. At again and went to the house telephone in the hall. Downstairs a sleepy voice replied; and when Bertha spoke she hardly recog- ‘*Have the morning papers come yet’ she No, not yet she five she rose nized her own voice. asked. It Was too early. TI ey were not delivered until six. At a few minutes past six, however, a curious, round-eyed boy in a page’s buttons and a pill-box hat As she cit pape r on brought them up to her. sed the door she glanced swiftly at the top. front-page stuff, in glaring the sheet, she There it was type! Her read it wit DISTRICT HARNE' eyes riveted on creeping horror: ATTORNEY RAIDS *', GERSHON & CO RECEIVER APPOINFBED AND ONE PARTNER IS ARRESTED I AS THE OTHERS FLEE It all She read it tl roug! to the bitter end. was a a recital the more devastating because of its com- at} SCa ing arraignment, monplace, unemotional portrayal of the facts At the end, though, Bertha gasped, her relief audible. Her name was not so as mentioned; and, white, she was the pillows when the Shaking, filled leaning back against telepnone beside her rang. took the receiver from the with terror, she hook Chen, as she recognized the speak- er’s voice, again her heart leaped, twanging with rehef called ner. inquired ‘All It was Fargo who had you, t witl Bertha? he She managed to laugh, the laugh cheer- ful. “Yes, Jim.” ‘*Got some sleep, I hope.”’ hadn't, though she didn't Fargo spoke again: “I rang up for a reason, Bertha. You'd better keep to the house until you sail. Don't anyone; and above all, don't talk. I'll send my man down for the tickets this morning; and he'll fix it, too, that your name doesn’t appear the passenger list. After you've sailed I'll get it into the papers that you've left that fel- wiped your hands of him and gone away. That will save you any annoyance.” Plain and practical —genuinely thought- ful too. She realized afresh what it was to have the protection of a powerful man like him: a man, too, who was forceful and determined. “Need any asked. Bertha gave a start. The question, that query, with its implication of cold fact, was like a bucket of icy Men give money to their women. It as good as sig- She say so. see on low money, Bertha?’’ Fargo water. nified possession. And Fargo didn’t own her —not yet, anyway She knew, too, she didn’t love him True, she meant to marry him — take Fargo and what he had to offer; but at the mo ment she was startled with the thought of how swiftly things had sped. “Thanks. No, I don’t think I need any,” faltered. ‘Sure you have plenty?”’ Yes, was sure. She did not say why, however. It just to mention the not settled yet how or in , sne he inquired. she seemed well, at all as events, not check she had. True, she had just wh dispose of th problem surrounding it; and, mind alert, she was waiting for what he might next have to say, when all at once Fargo at way she would f her gave a laugh. “T saw that fellow, your husband, last night, Bertha.” Bertha started perceptibly. him Charley Maddox?” Fargo laughed again. ‘“When I left you. He was just driving up in a cab, and who do you think was with him?” Jertha knew instinctively. girl?”’ “Yes, Fanny Harcourt,” again. “Listen, Jim!’’ Bertha said abruptly. Her face set, the line of her mouth drawn tautly, she hitched nearer to the telephone. ‘You have your man be sure to get my steamship ticket this morning. Get it just as soon as possible; and when you've got If you can't get it I'm not sure of “You saw Fargo laughed me on the phone. the France try another boat going to wait. I want to make ting away tomorrow.” Another laugh, the laugl to her over the wire. it call on get reassuring, came “Don’t worry,” it for the France.” ‘And, Jim,’ added Bertha, ‘‘about that money, the money offered. I have enough, but I don’t know; I'll Fargo said; ‘“‘I can fix you may have to see. To be on the safe side you'd better send me some ‘A couple of thousand, Bertha? You can have all you want There was no indecision now in Bertha’s She knew exactly what she meant ‘Send me up two thousand, Jim,” mind to do said. ‘Want Fargo ‘Bills She glanced at the clock as she hung up the receiver. It was half-past seven and she must hurry. Again taking down the receiver she called for the floor service and ordered breakfast. ‘‘And after I’ve break- fasted send up a maid to help me pack,” directed Bertha. She had breakfasted, bathed and dressed the ahe inquired it in a check or bills?” money,’’ answered Bertha hurriedly when the maid rang bell at half-past eight. June 25,1927 ‘*Madame goes perhaps on a the maid inquired ‘*Paris,”’answered Bertha XXVIT HE France sailed at noon in the city the hands of the « lo« K toward eleven when the « one of magistrate were up from a sheaf of papers he was over, and beckoning to man lounging at the rail near by, bled something in an undertone istrate in his silk robes had just cou k loo journey *‘tomorrow.”’ Downtown, rts, creeping along Ked runniny a uniformed police- he mum- The mag- dispose¢ 1 of one of the day’s ordinary cases, a featureles tenement wife beating; and the court’s de facto crier, then Maddox to the bar!”’ he The ‘*¢ that pronounced as ously, he raised his alled nas. abl volved knew well enough who Hurriedly Charley His face and platform before the mag faint fire like skin The pen into an inkwell set before him called bled to his feet was unshorn, as he a fever crept in magistrate automatically ¢ th’ case?” he hin t The clerk h na set ‘Bail case, Your Honor aistrict anded ( attorney is appearing in mumbied to his ¢ voice. written; but the t mounted the policeman, yawned cavern- " “has yreviation man the beneath Was in iad been Maddox scram- was pasty and he low strate’s ben« h,a his lipped his What’ I renearing. ern. papers. pers The i Well, where s the distr attorney? | don’t see him,’” snapped the court As he spoke a r youth with a red carnation in his lapel stepped up briskly. He was the prosecuto issistant, it ap peared. “If it please Your Honor, the chief says he'll be right over,” he announced glibly. Then he added [he case is im portant, Your Honor, and the chief want to handle it himself The magistrate gave him a glare. **And he expects to keep me waiting what?” Under his breath he said something about some people thinking they owned the earth, then he jerked | umb at hi clerk. ‘‘Call the next ist e ordered irritably. “Your Honor, I you please aid Charley Maddox Charley wet his lipsas | dampened his brow and his eye themselves painfully at the cour platform were a knot of other n attendants, two or three lawye lawyer Charley | tne wit them and them a trio of porters. ¢ yur among engaged; Kagerly Charley bent toward tl trate. ‘If you please, sir,” said to the magistrate, “I'd e to s} may His lawyer, e-s¢ with alert eyes, t im the sleeve ‘Here, here! ne sk edly; but Charley shook off | still Was gazing fixedly at the Well?” inquired the court ‘‘Your Honor, I've got to get can't here. district wants stay my | Dail I now ge about can't my lawyer As I've said, I’ve got to get ne wspaper re e magis (nha veal riey ee kish mar ald t} t ingly j away. attor at; he | away,” 1 gui is hand eh ara He magistrate ‘ney put vail? Sala ‘Have you the magistrate remarked dryly For a moment Charley choked. The sweat was streaming down his face; and with a soiled, not too dainty handkerchie he dabbed the moisture from his brow “It’s this way, Your Honor: The time after ten o'clock already and at noon the ance IS Salling steamer is on the steamer and | war whether the person sails or not. an Tl be to know, in fact you?—-that’s all | won't keep you waiting. It’ ae tive Can't | make you see Continued on Page 63 to make I’ve hour, W back Someone I know sure ure got ont I al, Iimpera Said

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(Continued from Page 58) The magistrate was peering at him. Used as he was, no doubt, to feverish, im- pulsive emotionalism, at the moment even he seemed astonished. So did the others in earshot. Edging nearer, the trio of newspaper reporters all at once were filled with anima- tion; and as for Charley’s lawyer, he was open-mouthed. “The France, eh? inquired the court. Charley’s face lit as if at a ray of hope. “Someone is aboard her, sir—someone, as I’ve told you.” “Who?” repeated the court. “‘ Why, too, do you wish to see him?” Charley gave his collar a tug. “It’s not a him, sir; it’s a her.” “A woman?” “Yes, Your Honor.” “What woman?” inquired the magis- trate. Again Charley dabbed the sweat from his face. Anxiously, his mouth dry, he looked about him desperately. “I'd rather not say that, sir,” he faltered. “I’m in trouble—disgraced. I don’t wish to drag anyone else into it—smirch them, yes; and I'd rather not say aloud who the person is. If you like, though,” Charley added hastily, his eyes again roaming to the clock, then returning to the robed figure watching him, ‘I'll tell you privately who is aboard the steamer. I think then you will under- stand.” The magistrate smiled obscurely. ‘‘Clear the platform,” he abruptly directed. Attendants, reporters, lawyers—Char- ley’s among them—edged down out of hearing. Manifestly they were piqued, if not irritated, at this anticlimax, and the reporters openly scowled. Then when they were out of hearing Charley Maddox leaned over close to the magistrate and spoke. Briefly, he told the court who was aboard the France. As briefly he told his reason for wishing to make sure the person sailed. “‘Tt’s my wife, sir,” said Charley; and his voice breaking he added: “I’ve been told, Your Honor, she is going away with an- other man, and I’d like to make sure if it is true.” ‘“What?” said the court. ‘Yes, Your Honor,” said Charley; and glancing at the clock the magistrate looked sharply at the district attorney’s young assistant. ‘‘Mr. Peeble!”’ he barked. Mr. Peeble, the young man with the red carnation, returned briskly to the bench. Briefly the court addressed him. ‘‘ You get word to your chief,’’ the magistrate said sharply, “‘that unless he’s here in ter. minutes I'll dismiss the ease.”’ The assistant flushed. ‘‘We’re asking that bail be set in one hundred thousand dollars,’ he returned. It seemed to make no difference. ‘‘ You can ask bail for a million,’’ the court re- torted; ‘I'll give you ten minutes—just!”’ Uptown, at that moment, Bertha Mad- dox was hurrying. Why the France?” The day had been hectic—feverish. There had been all the packing—she had resolved, in fact, to take with her all her personal possessions—and added to this, there was her passport. That alone was something to be remembered; and never would she forget her frantic hotfooted journey downtown to the passport bureau, only to be told that it took from four to five days to procure a passport. Wild, Bertha again rang up Fargo. ‘Four days, eh. You sit tight, where you are,” Fargo directed. She still was in the passport bureau. Hanging up the receiver she seated herself and prepared to wait. Not more than five minutes later an agreeable, highly culti- vated young gentleman stepped out from an inner office. ‘Mrs. Maddox?” he in- quired. “Yes,” replied Bertha. He smiled agreeably at the slim, graceful figure in the modish walking dress. ‘‘ Your passport will be ready in a few minutes,” he announced. THE SATURDAY Bertha wondered whether there were any limits to Fargo’s far-reaching influence. The passport, then the rest of it. Some of the things, a few, were to be put in storage. She abandoned the furniture—let the creditors take it if they liked; she hated the sight of it and the memories it evoked. The other things, belongings she would need, were to go aboard the steamer; and though she and the maid were at it all day and until late into the night, the pack- ing was only just finished when the time camé to send the bags and boxes aboard. She and Fargo were to be married just as soon as she had obtained her decree; and because of this, she regretted more than once the fatigue and annoyance the pack- ing had involved. Much better to have left the things for others to pack. It might have been well to have left most of them altogether. It would have been fascinating, anyway, to shop in Paris for a new, much more choice trousseau. However, it was all finished now. At eleven, prompt to the minute, Fargo’s car was to take her to the steamer. In passing Bertha had hurriedly sold her own car, taking for it what she could get. She had also dismissed her own chauffeur. “Mind now,” said Fargo—he had rung up to give her last instructions—‘‘don’'t go to your own stateroom; go to the captain’s suite beneath the bridge. You don’t care to see anyone, and you can’t tell who might be hanging around. I'll see you on the ship before she sails.” “Thank you, Jim,’ Bertha said ear- nestly. “I can’t tell you how much all you’ve done means to me. You're very dear.” “All right,’ Fargo returned laconically. He laughed briefly. ‘I'll have thanks enough—in Paris.”’ She had just hung up when the tele- phone rang again. The bell buzzed, its clamor insistent. Bertha frowned. There was no one to whom she wished to speak; Fargo, too, had warned her not to talk to anyone. But perhaps it was Fargo himself. Perhaps he had forgotten something he had to say. Hurriedly, she took the receiver from the hook. ‘“‘ Yes?” For a moment Bertha listened. It was the hotel people at the desk who had rung, and surprise for an instant leaped into her face. Then it gave way toa frown. “ What name did you say?” she questioned. The name was repeated, and Bertha’s eyes nar- rowed. “Say that I am not at home,”’ she directed sharply. For a moment after she had risen she stood by the table on which stocd the tele- phone. Her eyes snapped, a glint of anger in them like sparks struck from a flint. She did not stand there long, however. The clock struck half-past ten and she picked up her jewel case and was fastening the catch when the doorbell rang. Ah, Fargo’s car! Bertha hurriedly opened the door. It was not the car though. She might have remembered that when the car came it would be announced from downstairs. At the door stood Fanny Harcourt. Bertha gaped, her amazement for a moment over- whelming. “What do you want?” she demanded harshly. Fanny Harcourt pushed her way into the room. It was done before Bertha could make a move to stop her. Once inside, the Harcourt girl turned and closed the door behind her. “I’m glad I found you,”’ she said, her tone quiet, though the impudence of it was not the less manifest. “I was afraid I'd be too late to catch you.” Bertha drew herself up rigidly. ‘‘How did you get up here, please? ’’ she demanded icily. “I gave word that I was not at home.” “T know you did. I came up just the same,” was the answer. Then before Bertha could utter the scathing retort that leaped swiftly to her lips, Fanny Harcourt raised her hand. “I’ve come to plead with you, Mrs. Maddox. Your husband is in trouble, in disgrace. I want to ask you, aren’t you 9” going to help him? ’ EVENING POST “How dare you?” said Bertha, flinging back her head. It was impudent, insulting. How, indeed, dared this woman come to her with anything like that? Her scorn withering, she curled her lip, a corner of her teeth showing. ‘‘Are you shameless?”’ she inquired. ““No, Mrs. Maddox.”” Smiling, the smile wistful, Fanny Harcourt shook her head. “Not shameless— just desperate.” Bertha eyed her for an instant, her con- tempt more than ever visible. ‘You've changed your mind, I suppose,”’ remarked Bertha; “you're sorry you have lost Fargo, so you wish to get him back. That's why you have come here, isn't it—trying to get me to go back to my husband?” Fanny Harcourt shook her head again. “No, that is not why, Mrs. Maddox. It is not Fargo I want. The man I'd give my soul to get is Charley.” Bertha could only give a laugh. The laugh, though, almost instantly gave way to a flash of anger. The girl was utterly shameless and brazen, she saw; and in her wrath, a rage whose venom was curious if all were considered, she lashed out furiously. “Then why don’t you go to him?” she demanded. Fanny Harcourt did not even wince. In- stead, she looked back at Bertha with a twisted, wistful smile. ‘Charley won't have me,”’ she replied. “You mean you've asked him?” in- quired Bertha. Never in her life, in fact, had she heard an admission so shameful, so profligate. But Fanny Harcourt didn’t seem to comprehend all that. “Yes, I've asked him, Mrs. Maddox. It was last night, when you turned him out.” ““My word!” said Bertha, her scorn and her contempt overmastering her. “‘So he told you then all of what went on here?” Fanny shook her head. “‘ No, Mrs. Mad- dox. I guessed it, though. That's why I came here to see you.” Bertha was somehow startled. She won- dered whether he had been fool enough to let out everything. It would be like him. And what if he had blabbed about that check? For an instant she felt a chill steal through her. “‘Just what did he say to you?”’ Bertha demanded sharply. “Little, Mrs. Maddox.”” She smiled. “Charley is too loyal—you ought to know. Then again, it may be that he still is in love with you.” Bertha still was watching narrowly. “In love with me, eh?” “Yes. You're his wife, aren't you?” That was so, Bertha was. Her lip curled itself a little higher. “‘And yet, knowing that,’’ she inquired, “‘you still would take him?” “Te. “Take him—when you know, too, what he is?” She saw Fanny Harcourt flinch at this. Her face painful, Fanny’s eyes dropped away. ‘‘Do you mean what he has done, Mrs. Maddox?” It was exactly what Bertha meant. There was no need now in mincing words, and Bertha didn’t mince them. “‘ You know he is a thief, don’t you?” she asked. Fanny Harcourt looked up swiftly. Her head tilted back and she looked at Bertha fixedly. ‘I know this about your husband, Mrs. Maddox: I know that he is a stricken, broken man. I know, too, that he has been a misguided, blinded one; and that be- cause of it, he now is walking the hell that is paved for misguided, blinded souls such as his. But make no mistake, I did not come here to preach. I know, too, as well as you, the shame and the sorrow of what he stooped to do. Just the same, I ask you this: Is it all his fault? Was he alone to blame? . No, don’t stop me!” she cried, as Bertha made a forceful move- ment, a passionate gesture of resentment. ““T make no accusations. I say nothing of the ones to blame. All I ask of you is to think—think. Charley, I think, loves you even yet; and Charley needs you! He loves you, needs you; and here ar I! I love (Continued on Page 65 63 SEALRIGHT Pouring Pull and hiftright MILK BOTTLE CAPS Tightly Sealed Yet Opened in a Jiffy! yw you can open the morning's milk in a nifty without the aid of an opener. Snug-fitting Sealright Caps keep fingers and openers out and the goodness Send coupon tor free samples The new Sealright Liftright Cap (shown above) is a littl wonder Simply lift the little tab, pull gently and cap is out in a jiffy. 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(Continued from Page 63) him—I wish I could help him; and it’s be- cause I love him that I am here like a fool, begging and beseeching you to go to him. Oh, can’t you see it, Mrs. Maddox? Isn’t it all before your eyes? He isn’t all you say he is—not just. He is, instead, just a poor, misled, miserable stray—a man, perhaps; but to me, to you, I beg you to see it—a lit- tle boy who has done wrong!” A little boy? Charley Maddox that? “Oh, don’t laugh!” begged Fanny Har- court. “‘That’s all he is—just a little boy!” She was weeping now. The tears were streaming down her face. Bertha stopped laughing long enough to eye her contemp- tuously. “At any rate,” said Fanny, “that’s how I look at him. Help is what he needs, not destruction. You'll help him, won’t you, Mrs. Maddox?” Very pretty, very affecting; yes, and very grotesque and ridiculous as well. Asa matter of fact, the absurdity of the situa- tion might have been apparent almost to anyone; and dashing the tears from her face, Fanny Harcourt glanced anxiously at the clock. “What time does your steamer sail?” she asked. Bertha smiled briefly. ‘‘What’s that to you?” she asked. Fanny was gazing at her earnestly. “A good deal, Mrs. Maddox. It’s as much to you, if you would only see it. I beg of you before it’s too late that you'll stop to think.” “You think so?” “T know.” But at this point Bertha seemed to have stood enough. What right, at all events, had this girl to talk to her like this? Open- ing the door, with a jerk of her head she in- dicated the hall outside. ‘‘ Go,” she directed briefly. Fanny Harcourt, however, still lingered. “Then you won’t?”’ she asked. Bertha’s foot restlessly tapped the floor. It was the first time she had ever done that with anyone. She had read about doing it with people, though, and the time now seemed fitting. “Go! Do you hear?”’ she directed. Fanny took a step toward the door, then she halted. “‘I want to make one last ap- peal, Mrs. Maddox. I know what may be thought of me for doing what I’ve done, but I can’t help that. If I had married Charley when he asked me all that’s hap- pened to him never would have occurred, and that’s another reason why I did it. I love him, yes; and besides that I feel re- sponsible—though never mind that now. While we are standing here Charley is downtown in that police court. It’s not too late to save him. If you won’t go back to him, at least you can help him in his trouble. One thing you can do is to help him save the shreds of his honor; still an- other is that you can keep him from going to jail. Won’t you do that, Mrs. Maddox? At least remember he’s your husband.” Bertha started. She had the door open, but now she closed it. “‘What?’’ she said. Fanny smiled at her. “You have that money, haven’t you?” she asked quietly. Bertha felt her heart jump. ‘What money? What are you talking about?” she demanded harshly; and Fanny Har- court still smiled at her appealingly. “The money he gave you, Mrs. Maddox. I mean the check you got from him last night. It’s for eighty-nine thousand dol- lars, you know.” So! In spite of herself Bertha gave a gasp. White, though, and frightened, her wrath still had the upper hand. Still, it was what she might have expected from the man. Naturally, as she had suspected, anyone like him would be sure to blab; and for a moment she shook. “Then he told you, did he?”’ she rasped. Fanny shook her head. “ No, Mrs. Mad- dox. Charley told me nothing.” But Bertha was not to be deluded. “If he didn’t tell you, then how do you know?” she demanded. “It was Mr. Reade—Ben Reade, Mrs. Maddox. He told me. This morning, when 1 went to him for help, he said he didn’t THE SATURDAY think Charley needed help. Not money help, at any rate. The check Charley gave you was on Reade’s bank. That’s how Reade knew about it, though he didn’t know the truth. As the check was in your name, Reade thought Charley was trying to get away with the money by putting it in your name—his wife’s.”’ Bertha’s heart throbbed again. time it was with relief. “How do you know he wasn’t? How do you know he gave me the check?” she de- manded swiftly. “How? Why, because I know Charley,” answered Fanny Harcourt, and she smiled. “He would save you, no matter what hap- pened to himself.”” It was true. There was no denying it. Bertha made no effort to do so. “So,” said Fanny, “if you give back that money, return it to the people to whom it belongs, it may save your husband.” Appealingly, she laid a hand on Bertha’s arm. “You will, won’t you, Mrs. Mad- dox?” Fanny asked. Bertha’s answer was to open the door. As she did so she again jerked her head toward the hall. “You won’t?” asked Fanny. This time Bertha stamped her foot. “‘Go! You hear?” she said. Fanny mate one last attempt: Maddox, please!” Bertha flung the door still wider. ‘Do you hear me? Go!” she cried. This time Fanny Harcourt went. Then, as Bertha slammed the door behind the visitor’s retreating figure, the telephone rang again. It was the door man down- stairs. Eleven o’clock was striking. “Your car is waiting, madam,” the door man announced. This “Mrs. XXVIII “(NHAS. MADDOX to the bar!” The stentorian voice of the crier mum- bled the name again, and once more Charley lurched to his feet. He had been sitting there for fifteen minutes—hours, rather, it had seemed-——his eyes on the clock and waiting. Care had laid a heavy hand on him in those few months of guilt and of shame and unsteady terror, yet in the brief few minutes he had been waiting, watching, in that court room, his lips dry, his mouth dusty, there had been reserved for him, he’d found, a separate, special hell. The France would sail at noon. Now only a little more than a scant hour re- mained. The district attorney, it appeared, had not come, after all. In his pluce, however, had arrived one of his more important aids. Lounging in with an affectation of ease and indifference—this for the benefit of the court, a mere magistrate—he draped himself negligently against the bench. “Yeah, this case is important, Your Honor,” he announced; “we're trying to make a clean-up of these bucket-shoppers and blue-sky fakes; and this one, as you’ve seen, is pretty raw—the limit.” Charley’s lawyer raised his voice. “ Raw, nothing, Your Honor! The case is all cooked up—cooked to death.” As he spoke he jerked a thumb at the assistant prose- cutor. “It’s nothing at all, this case. The district attorney is trying to make a sensa- tion out of just an everyday, two-by-four small business failure. What they're try- ing to do is to get a little extra publicity.” “Is that so?” drawled the assistant prosecutor sweetly. He looked briefly at Charley’s lawyer, then he turned back to the magistrate. ‘We ask, if it please the court, that bail be fixed at one hundred thousand dollars.” Charley’s lawyer gave a cry. It was in- censed as well as derisive. “‘Say, why don’t you ask us to put up the Subtreasury?’”’ he inquired. Charley touched him on the arm. “Please, please!’”’ begged Charley. He gave the clock another hurried glance; and scowling, the magistrate at that in- stant rapped the desk before him with his gavel. “Silence in the co-o-ort!”” reared the crier. EVENING POST The magistrate looked up over his glasses. ‘‘is the receiver for the firm in court?’’ he asked; and a bald man wearing glasses and a pepper-and-salt suit spoke up. “I’m the receiver, Your Honor.” The court inspected him. ‘What's the shortage in this failure?’’ asked the magis- trate. “Around half a million, Your Honor.” “Any assets?”’ “None that we can find, sir.”” Clearing his throat he was saying that the safe had been opened and that his accountants were now verifying the books—‘“Thoroughly, Your Honor. I hope you will agree I know my duties’’—when the magistrate cut him short. “Who are the complaining witnesses?” he demanded. The assistant prosecutor told him. There were about two hundred of them, it seemed. He, too, cleared his throat. He began as well a speech a’ ,ut the complainants, the unhappy dupes who had lost their money; and naming their status in life, most of them wage earners who had been robbed of their all, the assistant prosecutor was turn- ing tearful when the magistrate cut him short as v.- “Guilty or not guilty?” he barked ut Charley. Charley blinked, then gulped. “I don’t know, sir. I haven’t found out yet exactly what I’ve done. Before I do I’ve got to talk to someone.”’ “You sold worthless stock, didn’t you?” “No, sir; not I.” “Your partners did, didn’t they?” “That’s what I’m told, Your Honor. If they did I suppose, too, I’m as much to blame as they,” he was saying, when his lawyer interposed: “My client doesn’t have to enter plea, Your Honor. This hearing has only to do with his bail.” “Huh!” said the court. The magistrate picked up his pen. “‘What amount is he held in now?” he grunted. The amount was ten thousand dollars. The clerk named the figure and the magistrate penned some- thing on the papers before him. Then he emitted another grunt. “Bail fixed at fifty thousand dollars,” he said. “For God’s sake!" cried Charley Mad- dox. He had not dreamed it could be any- thing like this. Even in the deepest depths of his despair, he had not imagined that anything he had done could be deemed criminal enough to warrant bail in an amount like that. But it was only for an instant that he dwelt on that staggering thought. Again his eyes sped to the clock upon the wall. It was eleven now—four minutes past, infact; and as he stood there, staring at the fat, ugly timepiece chugging away the minutes one by one, all he could think of was that other fact—a single un- forgettable fact: At noon sharp the France would sail! He could not have told why that one fact meant so much to him. He could not have explained, either, tosave himself, why he felt so inexorably and irresistibly drawn to the steamship’s wharf. All he did know was that the France and the sailing of the France imaged itself before him like the culminating, sweating climax of a dream, a nightmare. He could not believe it yet. As yet, he could not force himself to think it true. How could he and his life be wrecked like that? Why, she was his wife! Why, he had married her! It was for better and for worse, too, that he had married her—in sickness and in death. That was what they had sworn; and that this could happen, that they could be torn apart like this—no, it could not be believed. Then, as he stared at the clock again, Charley Maddox gasped. Coming down the aisle of the crowded court room was a figure Charley knew. It was Fanny Harcourt. The court room hummed and buzzed. After each case had been disposed of it always buzzed like that. It was like flies. Flies buzz and hum. The fly caught in the net buzzes; and the flies stretching their legs while they look on and watch the vic- tim buzzing, they buzz too. Insects. Lower forms of life. Fanny Harcourt, in fact, 65 never would forget the array of mean, loathly faces that looked up from the benches while she passed. Jai!bird faces. Faces with all the nobility and courage battered out of them by the fierce prima! fight for food, shelter, things. A court official sought to bar her way as she came to the gate of the inner inclosure, but Fanny brushed his arm aside. ** Hey, are you a witness?”’ the officer de- manded. Yes, she was a witness. There was no doubt of that. At all events, Fanny felt she knew as much as there was to be known in the case of this prisoner at the bar. The court room still was buzzing. On the bench, the magistrate was mumbling in a perfunctory monotone his perfunctory in- structions to his clerk. In default of bail in the amount of fifty thousand doilars, the defendant would be remanded to the Tombs Prison to await trial. “May I speak to you, Your Honor?” in- terrupted Fanny. A court attendant made a movement to interpose. ‘‘ Here, here!"’ he ordered, and bustled toward her officiously. The other attendant, too, awakened hastily. “Order in the co-o-ort!’’ he bawled. “What is it, madam?”’ inquired the mag- istrate. Fanny knew exactly what she meant to say. On the way down in the Subway, she had thought it out. Now she said it. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Char- ley Maddox. His face haggard, he was bending forward, his eyes on her. Once he made an effort as if to speak, but Fanny stilled him with a brief movement of her hand. “Your Honor,” she said quietly, “if the money this man is accused of swindling out of his clients is returned to them, would that end the case against him?” Charley Maddox gave a start. “Fanny!” he ejaculated. Fanny gave no heed to it. She gave no heed, either, to the stir that all at once ran through the group of men standing there beside her. She was looking-intently at the magistrate, waiting for an answer to her query. Over his glasses, the magistrate peered at her intently. His air was for a moment per- plexed. Then of a sudden he seemed to divine something, and he smiled. “I see,” he said; ‘‘you are the young lady who was on the France—the defendant’s wife.’ Fanny shook her head. No, she was not the defendant's wife; and as she said it the magistrate again looked puzzled. ‘No?’ Well, who are you then?”’ he inquired. “Does it matter?’’ Fanny asked. She gave the magistrate no time to frame another question. The point, after all, was the question she had put pointedly to the court. If the money the defendant was charged with taking was returned, would that end the case? “ You see,” said Fanny, “in the first place he didn’t get the money he was charged with stealing. In the second place, little if any of it was spent en him- self. Those are the facts, Your Honor,” said Fanny; and as she said it Charley Maddox started, then gave another exclamation. It was a cry of protest, an effort of restraint. “Fanny!"’ Charley Maddox cried; but Fanny went on speaking resolutely. “He didn’t spend a cent of it, Your Honor.” “You mean others got it?”’ “Yes, Your Honor.” “His partners?” Fanny shook her head. “No, not they. What they got was what they took them- selves.”’ After another moment's perplexity, a light again seemed to dawn in the magis trate’s mind. ‘Was it the defendant's wife?”’ asked the court. Fanny didn’t answer that. From her glove she had taken a folded strip of paper Quietly, she handed it across the desk to the magistrate. “‘Thereisa check, Your Honor,’ said Fanny; “it is for one hundred and fourteen thousand six hundred and fifty dollars; and, as you can see, it is certified. If you have any doubts, you may ring up

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66 the bank.” Then, still quiet, Fanny added: “Whether you let this man go or not, I'd like to have that money turned over to his clients, the ones he is charged with rob- bing. There was another stir. The throng on the platform gaped. Among them was Charley Maddox. The magistrate turned the check over in his hand. He grinned. ‘Is this part of the money the defendant is charged with tak- ing?” he inquired, and a quick flush spread itself over Fanny’s face. “It is not!” she snapped. “No?” The magistrate gave another glance at the check. He grinned once more. “ By any chance,” he inquired, “did you get it away from the defendant's wife?” “Get it away from her?”’ Fanny’s voice rose slightly. ““Yes,”’ nodded the court, “his wife.” Fanny looked him in the eye. “That is my money,” she replied; “it is the for- tune left me by my father—or, rather, what he had to leave. I sold the securities yesterday that the money represents and put them into cash.” “‘And now you wish to turn it over to the defendant's creditors?” The magistrate looked at the district attorney's aid; then he glanced at the bald- headed, spectacled man in the pepper-and- salt suit, the receiver for Harnett, Gershon & Co. The two conferred busily for a moment, the receiver earnest and animated. Money, real money, always is a stirring sight to any receiver, but the district at- torney’s aid did not seem so impressed. He looked back at the magistrate. ‘This man is accused of taking half a million, Y our Honor, from his clients,” he remarked; and as he said it Fanny Harcourt gave a gasp. It was like a cry. .The amount, in its magnitude, seemed to overwhelm her. Half a million! White and for a moment dumb, she was staring at the magistrate, when Charley Maddox interposed. “Your Honor, there is no need of all this,” said Charley; “if it’s only a ques- tion of the money I can settle that. Those clients of mine won’t lose anything—they won't lose a cent. The fact is,” said Charley steadily, ‘‘the money I gave my wife cuts no figure, nothing. She has eighty-nine thousand doilars I turned over to her last night; but that wasn’t all I had—TI didn’t tell her the truth. I didn’t dare, Your Honor. I was afraid she'd tel! me to keep it—hide it.” Then, after he had moistened his lips, Charley said something else: ‘This is how it is, Your Honor: I’ve been dabbling in Wall Street--playing the market, you know; and besides the eighty-nine thou- sand dollars I gave my wife, I have left five hundred and seventy thousand two hun- dred and twenty and some odd cents.” Speaking, he reached his hand into his pocket and drew out his pocketbook. From the pocketbook he drew out a check. ‘There you are, sir,’ said Charley; and as he handed the check to the magistrate the clock on the wali whirred for a moment, gave a click, then-struck. It was noon—twelve o’clock. XxIX OON. Midday. With a final sten- torian blast from her whistle the huge liner slowly, steadily and irrevocably edged out from her pier. As she did so down below in her cabin Bertha stared whitely at her image in the glass. A sheaf of roses, their long stems set in a vase, nodded at her from across the dainty cabin, The trimmings of the cabin were white and gold. On the floor was a rug, itself rich and alluring; while the other decorations were equally of the same expen- sive order. The cabin—the suite, rather, with its sitting room and bath—was the one Fargo had taken for her, and Fargo had paid for it. She had never before trav- eled in luxury like that. Fargo was gone now. The last to leave the ship, Bertha had watched him as he hurried down the gangplank to the wharf. THE SATURDAY Now that he was gone she had sought her cabin, its richness, its smartness, its costly luxury for the first time seen by her. At the moment, though, Bertha was not thinking either of its daintiness or costly refinements, nor did her eye dwell on the sheaf of extravagant blossoms nodding at her from their vase. Her mouth painful, her face lined and drawn, she went on staring at her image in the glass. Then all at once Bertha sucked a breath into her lungs. “‘Oh!” she said. The breath, in its significance, was like the look graven on her face. The look had come there when she had said good-by to Fargo. She would not soon forget that parting. She was as unlikely, besides, to forget Fargo’s face at the moment—forget the dark, steady fixity of his eyes—that or the curl of his upper lip. “It’s no go, Bertha,”’ Fargo had said slowly; “I came down here to tell you so myself.” Then he had shrugged. “I’m pretty rough, I know. In my time, too, I’ve got away with what you might call murder. Just the same,” Fargo added solemnly, “this business seems a bit too raw even for me. I can stand a good deal, Bertha; but there are some things I could never stand, and this is one of them. You can see that, can’t you?”’ She could see nothing. She was too dazed, as a matter of fact, even dimly to comprehend. Now, as she stood there be- fore the mirror, one by one she went on revolving the details of that morning in her mind. It was eleven sharp when Fargo’s car arrived. The moment was the one when she had just slammed the door behind the gir!—that woman, Fanny Harcourt. A lot Fanny Harcourt mattered though; and a minute or so later, dressed and hatted, she hurried down the stairs. All the last details of her leaving had been arranged, she found, by Fargo, the man she was to marry—even her bill at the Fair Lane, in passing, had been paid by him; and at the curb was his private car. Her hand bag- gage already stowed away, she stepped in smilingly. Though the car still was Fargo’s, in six months, maybe less, it would be hers! She still was smiling as she reached the pier. Her smile was gay as she went aboard EVENING POST the France. “This way, madam, if you please,’’ bade an attendant as she gave her name. Obsequiously the man led her to the officers’ room beneath the bridge. There she composed herself to wait for Fargo. One may imagine how she felt. One may, in fact, picture the sensations all that moment of triumph and realization meant. In six months—that or less—she would be Fargo’s wife. As his wife, too—with Fargo and his money hers—the world would spread itself like a dream before her! She was still thjp-*~-.of it_her face ra- diant with her smi cu oe CRAWN BY NATE COLLIER Mohammed (on Discovering That the Mountain Would Not Come to Him): “Oh, Welt! Let it Stay There! I Wouldn't Have Known What to Do With the Darn Thing if it Had Come!"’ ‘Is that so, Bertha?’ he inquired. June 25,1927 dread tugging at her heartstrings. ‘‘ What- ever do you mean?” she cried. Fargo looked at her. Though he was smil- ing, she did not miss the curl of his upper lip. He never had looked at her before like that; and she gave another muffled mur- mur, a gasp. ‘IT mean this,’’ answered Fargo: ‘“ Your husband is accused of swindling money from his clients; and a few minutes ago it was told that you had eighty-nine thousand dollars of that money in your possession.” Then, after a pause, Fargo spoke again. 32:2... MIS: way uptown; and as Fanny | spoke, then touched his hand, Charley raised his head. “Do you hear that?”’ Fanny asked. Charley Maddox listened. Far in the dis- tance, from the river across the town, a dull bellow, a heavy mutter came to them: It was a steamer’s whistle; and as it came again and he heard it, Charley smiled, the smile thin. “You hear it, don’t you?’’ Fanny asked. “Yes, Fanny.” For a moment she glanced wistfully at the man beside her. ‘Do you care?” asked Fanny. Charley didn’t answer. A moment later, though, she felt his hand reach out and take hers. So they sat while the cab rocked on its way north, uptown, into another world. (THE END)

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The navy made good ‘use of the remaining Zeppelins, however, and ordered new and better craft as rapidly as they could be pro- duced. The L-59 was sent out on mine- searching trips, and late in February, following a thorough overhauling in the factory at Friedrichshafen, she was returned to Bulgaria for a series of raids against southern objectives. On March tenth she raided Naples.

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I L-62, which burned in the air near Helgo- land on the afternoon of May 10, 1918. Though the accident was witnessed by sur- face craft, no authentic explanation was forthcoming, as there were no survivors. On a visit to Nordholz a few weeks later I was told that the L-62 had been out on a patrol flight and was returning home. She had been in a fight with an English flying boat about an hour before, but it is improbable that this had anything to do with the acci- dent, as she had easily outclimbed and shaken off the enemy machine, which, sur- face vessels observed, had at no time suc- ceeded in getting within effective range. Had the English pilot scored a hit, the L-62 would have burned at once. Instead, she was well past Helgoland and was again down to a low altitude, when to those on the surface an explosion seemed to ~ about eighty miles of the THE SATURDAY THE ZEPPELINS (Continued from Page 23) occur amidships. The official explanation at the time was that a member of the crew must have made a mistake with the bomb fuses, which were always unscrewed and stored away again before reaching land. Again, an incendiary bullet from the flying boat might have reached a fuel or oil tank, thus starting a local fire which the crew could not control, but that would hardly ac- _count for the explosion. And in that case in, ad SEFFRES. a she ine the von : a

a8} 7 Fe es S5952 - E¥eane 2 Zeppelin station at Tondern. Shortly after three o'clock in the morning three planes took off, each car- rying two fifty-pound bombs, followed im- mediately by another flight of four machines similarly equipped. The first three machines found Tondern and made direct hits on one of the two big double sheds. In the face of heavy ma- chine gun and rifle fire, the leader of the second flight dived at the second shed and hit it with his second bomb. He was Cap- tain B. A. Smart, one of the most successful of the enemy aviators and the pilot credited with having brought down the L-23 in August, 1917. He seems to have been most lucky too. For after his attack on Tondern he had just enough fuel left to carry him back to his mother ship. Some of the others were not so fortunate. One was drowned, EVENING POST another was wrecked in the sea, and three lost their way and were forced to land in Denmark. But their venture had been suc- cessful, for they had not only damaged the two sheds at Tondern but burned the Zep- pelins L-54 and L-60. The loss was partly balanced by a new- type Zeppelin which had been commis- sioned that June. She was the L-70, an- other product of the bitter experience when four Zeppelins were lost in a gale. That disaster had shown us the need for greater speed, particularly in higher altitudes, and the L-70 was the fastest of all the wartime ships. She made eighty miles an hour easily, and on one test flight attained nearly eighty-five miles an hov~. She was slightly larger than her predec ssors, hav- ing 2,200,000 cubic feet of hydrogen, against the 2,050,000 of the former ships. | To offset this she was equipped with seven engines of the new supercompressed type and the air resistance was reduced by smailer power cars and numerous other re- finements. The accumulated experience of four years of war indicated that eighty miles an hour as then attained for the first time | with airships was quite sufficient for all nor- mal requirements, with some speed to spare. Our studies in meteorology had shown that weather conditions by and large would not require much further increase in speed. Since the war, observations made through- out the world have confirmed that <cnclu-

sion, so that a normal speed of eighiy miles | has now been adopted for the most recent | designs of commercial and military Zep- | pelins. It is fast enough. The L-70 was assigned to Captain Los- snitzer, my successor in command of the LZ-120 when I was transferred to shore duty with the Zeppelin Company. It was on the last airship raid of the war. The | weather was not the best when five Zep- pelins took off toward England on the after- noon of August 5, 1918. Their objectives included the great ammunition stores in Middle England, and Captain Strasser was accom ing Lossnitzer on the L-70. With the L-65 and L-53 on either side, she arrived shortly before darkness near Cromer. Of course the raiders did not | know that airplanes had been flying about | trying to find them. The L-70 was only about 17,000 feet high when she was sighted by one of the English planes—a new type known as a DH-4, which, incidentally, had then been adopted by the American Government as the most modern fighting The pilot managed to gain the same | level as the L-70 and he then attacked her head-on. His observer sent a full burst of machine-gun incendiary bullets straight into the nose of the Zeppelin, which was soon enveloped in flames. The wreckage fell into the sea near Wells. Theory Turned to Practice The death of Captain Strasser was a severe blow to the naval-airship service. He had been its guiding genius. Through- out Germany officials and civilians alike mourned the loss of the leader who had courageously declined to send his ships or subordinates on any mission that he him- self dared not undertake. Admiral Scheer, as commander of the fleet, issued a statement in which he ex- plained how valuable were the services of Strasser and his airships. In fact, the ad- miral’s oft-repeated opinion had been con- veyed to us by Strasser on former occasions, when he asserted that at least twice Zep- pelins brought reports of such importance | for the High Seas Fleet that all the losses | and the cost of all the Zeppelins were more than justified by those two reports only. He was referring to their work in the Battle of Jutland. Later we learned that the British had sent up a total of thirty-three airplanes to Theresa difference in this COVEY

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> 66 the bank.”’ Then, still quiet, Fanny added: “Whether you let this man go or not, I'd like to have that money turned over to his clients, the ones he is charged with rob- bing.” There was another stir. The throng on the platform gaped. Among them was Charley Maddox. The magistrate turned the check over in his hand. He grinned. “Is this part of the money the defendant is charged with tak- ing?’’ he inquired, and a quick flush spread itself over Fanny’s face. “Tt is not!"’ she snapped. “No?” The magistrate gave another glance at the check. He grinned once more. “By any chance,” he inquired, “did you get it away from the defendant’s wife?” “Get it away from her?’’ Fanny’s voice rose slightly. “Yes,” nodded the court, “his wife.” Fanny looked him in the eye. “‘That is my money,” she replied; “‘it is the for- tune left me by my father—or, rather, what he had to leave. I sold the securities yesterday that the money represents and put them into cash.” “And now you wish to turn it over to the defendant's creditors?” oe Yes.”’ The magistrate looked at the district attorney's aid; then he gianced at the bald- headed, spectacled man in the pepper-and- salt suit, the receiver for Harnett, Gershon & Co. The two conferred busily for a moment, the receiver earnest and animated. Money, real money, always is a stirring sight to any receiver, but the district at- torney's aid did not seem so impressed. He looked back at the magistrate. “‘This man is accused of taking half a million, Y our Honor, from his clients,” he remarked; and as he said it Fanny Harcourt gave a gasp. It was like a cry. The amount, in its magnitude, seemed to overwhelm her. Half a million! White and for a moment dumb, she was staring at the magistrate, when Charley Maddox interposed. “Your Honor, there is no need of all this,” said Charley; “if it’s only a ques- tion of the money I can settle that. Those clients of mine won't lose anything—they won't lose a cent. The fact is,” said Charley steadily, ‘‘the money I gave my wife cuts no figure, nothing. She has eighty-nine thousand dollars I turned over to her last night; but that wasn’t all I had—I didn’t tell her the truth. I didn’t dare, Your Honor. I was afraid she'd tell me to keep it—-hide it.”’ Then, after he had moistened his lips, Charley said something else: ‘“‘This is how it is, Your Honor: I’ve been dabbling in Wail Street—playing the market, you know; and besides the eighty-nine thou- sand dollars I gave my wife, I have left five hundred and seventy thousand two hun- dred and twenty and some odd cents.” Speaking, he reached his hand into his pocket and drew out his pocketbook. From the pocketbook he drew out a check. “There you are, sir,” said Charley; and as he handed the check to the magistrate the clock on the wall whirred for a moment, gave a click, then struck. It was noon—twelve o'clock. XXIX OON. Midday. With a final sten- torian blast from her whistle the huge liner slowly, steadily and irrevocably edged out from her pier. As she did so down below in her cabin Bertha stared whitely at her image in the glass. A sheaf of roses, their long stems set in a vase, nodded at her from across the dainty cabin. The trimmings of the cabin were white and gold. On the floor was a rug, itself rich and alluring; while the other decorations were equally of the same expen- sive order. The cabin—the suite, rather, with its sitting room and bath—was the one Fargo had taken for her, and Fargo had paid for it. She had never before trav- eled in luxury like that. Fargo was gone now. The last to leave the ship, Bertha had watched him as he hurried down the gangplank to the wharf. ‘Fargo. THE SATURDAY Now that he was gone she had sought her cabin, its richness, its smartness, its costly luxury for the first time seen by her. At the moment, though, Bertha was not thinking either of its daintiness or costly refinements, nor did her eye dwell on the sheaf of extravagant blossoms nodding at her from their vase. Her mouth painful, her face lined and drawn, she went on staring at her image in the glass. Then all at once Bertha sucked a breath into her lungs. “‘Oh!”’ she said. The breath, in its significance, was like the look graven on her face. The look had come there when she had said good-by to She would not soon forget that parting. She was as unlikely, besides, to forget Fargo’s face at the moment—forget the dark, steady fixity of his eyes—that or the curl of his upper lip. “It’s no go, Bertha,”’ Fargo had said slowly; ‘‘I came down here to tell you so myself.”” Then he had shrugged. ‘I’m pretty rough, I know. In my time, too, I’ve got away with what you might call murder. Just the same,” Fargo added solemnly, ‘“‘this business seems a bit too raw even for me. I can stand a good deal, Bertha; but there are some things I could never stand, and this is one of them. You can see that, can’t you?” She could see nothing. She was too dazed, as a matter of fact, even dimly to comprehend. Now, as she stood there be- fore the mirror, one by one she went on revolving the details of that morning in her mind. It was eleven sharp when Fargo’s car arrived. The moment was the one when she had just slammed the door behind the girl—that woman, Fanny Harcourt. A lot Fanny Harcourt mattered though; and a minute or so later, dressed and hatted, she hurried down the stairs. All the last details of her leaving had been arranged, she found, by Fargo, the man she was to marry—even her bill at the Fair Lane, in passing, had been paid by him; and at the curb was his private car. Her hand bag- gage already stowed away, she stepped in smilingly. Though the car still was Fargo’s, in six months, maybe less, it would be hers! She still was smiling as she reached the pier. Her smile was gay as she went aboard EVENING POST the France. “‘This way, madam, if you please,”’ bade an attendant as she gave her name. Obsequiously the man led her to the officers’ room. beneath the bridge. There she composed herself to wait for Fargo. One may imagine how she felt. One may, in fact, picture the sensations all that moment of triumph and realization meant. In six months—that or less—she would be Fargo’s wife. As his wife, too—with Fargo and his money hers—the world would spread itself like a dream before her! She was still thinking of it, her face ra- diant with her smile, when the door opened. “Jim!” she exclaimed. Fargo stood there; and gliding toward him, Bertha had raised her face to his when she stopped. ‘‘Why, what is it, Jim?’’ asked Bertha. Fargo’s mouth was set. He had made no effort to kiss her, as she had expected. “Well, Bertha,” said Fargo grimly. Bertha stared at him. Then she felt her heart surge with a sudden throb of fright. ‘I'll be brief,” said Fargo. ‘‘Your husband was brought up again in court this morning, so I had a couple of my men down there to find out what went on.” Grinning dryly as he spoke, he motioned to a chair. ‘You'd better take a seat, Bertha,’’ said Fargo, and he added: ‘‘That court-room stuff wasn’t very pleasant.” She didn’t take a seat. Her mouth dry, she wet her lips. She was shaking too; and she could feel a chill creep through her. ““Well?”’ she asked, and even then she knew what was coming. Said Fargo slowly: “It’s like this, Bertha: If the muss between you and your husband was just that—a muss, nothing but a divorce—it would amount to little. As I’ve told you, people might talk, and still the talk would do no damage. This is different, though; and the news is public now. In fact, unless I’m mistaken, it’s al- ready in the newspapers; though that’s neither here nor there. It is what has hap- pened—did happen—that counts. You see it, don’t you?” inquired Fargo. A muffled cry, an exclamation of fright, came from Bertha. She saw nothing, she had yet to understand. All that was clear to her as yet was the inexplicable fear and awe Se. Chee) CRAWN BY NATE COLLIER Mohammed (on Discovering That the Mountain Would Not Come to Him): “Oh, Welt! Let it Stay There! I Wouldn't Have Known What to Do With the Darn Thing if it Had Come!"’ June 25,1927 dread tugging at her heartstrings. “‘ What- ever do you mean?” she cried. Fargo looked at her. Though he was smil- ing, she did not miss the curl of his upper lip. He never had looked at her before like that; and she gave another muffied mur- mur, a gasp. “‘T mean this,’ answered Fargo: ‘“‘ Your husband is accused of swindling money from his clients; and a few minutes ago it was told that you had eighty-nine thousand dollars of that money in your possession.” Then, after a pause, Fargo spoke again. “Is that so, Bertha?” he inquired. It was so. No good would be done if she denied it. She knew that Fargo knew, and she uttered another mumbled gasp. “But, Jim,”’ she said—‘“‘ Jim, what has that to do with it? I didn’t take the money—steal it, I mean. It was that fellow, my husband, who stole it. You know that, don’t you?”’ “Yes,” said Fargo slowly; ‘‘bu‘ just the same, you kept it.”’ She made another effort to right things, the effort wild. ‘‘But, Jim, I—I ——’”’ Fargo didn’t wait to hear her. ‘“‘The truth is this, Bertha: Since your husband stole that money, and you took the money from him, though you knew it was stolen, it seems to me you are just as guilty as heis.”’ Then he added: ‘‘ Worse than that, you got found out.” Bertha made no reply. She had none to make. Turning from him, she groped her way toa chair. Then, a long while after- ward—hours, years, an eternity—she heard him speak again. ‘‘ Well, good-by, Bertha,” said Fargo. “‘Jim!”’ she shrilled. Fargo was gone, however; and though she shook herself together and sped along the deck in pursuit of him, it was too late then. It would have been too late even if she had caught him. The last glimpse she had of the man she had meant to marry was as he left the gangplank and walked off stolidly down the wharf. He was gone. She had lost him—yes, but though she had failed, and though, too, in the moment of failure all its bitterness dripped like venom through her veins, there still was one thing in which she had not failed. Out of the wreck she still had saved something; and with an abrupt, eager movement she ripped open the front of her blouse. In it was a thick, flat package—the money from the check she had cashed. There was eighty-nine thousand dollars in that packet—bills. It was enough money, in fact, to keep her all her days; but Bertha Maddox did not seem to think of that. Her eyes lit with another sudden gleam, a ray of fright, it seemed; and glancing at her wrist watch, in a sudden, swift panic she thrust back the bills inside her waist and snatched up a hand bag lying on the bed. Too late, though! As she reached the door the whistle of the France gave another blast; and glancing back over her shoulder, through the opened port she saw the wharf slipping past. The France, she realized now, had sailed—she was sailing with it; and flinging the hand bag away from her, Bertha Maddox faced her figure in the glass. “Damn!”’ she said. “Look up, Charley.” It was Fanny who spoke. The cab, a taxi, was lurching on its way uptown; and as Fanny spoke, then touched his hand, Charley raised his head. “Do you hear that?’’ Fanny asked. Charley Maddox listened. Far in the dis- tance, from the river across the town, a dull bellow, a heavy mutter came to them: It was a steamer’s whistle; and as it came again and he heard it, Charley smiled, the smile thin. “You hear it, don’t you?’’ Fanny asked. “Yes, Fanny.” For a moment she glanced wistfully at the man beside her. ‘Do you care?”’ asked Fanny. Charley didn’t answer. A moment later, though, she felt his hand reach out and take hers. So they sat while the cab rocked on its way north, uptown, into another world. (THE END)

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The navy made good ‘use of the remaining Zeppelins, however, and ordered new and better craft as rapidly as they could be pro- duced. The L-59 was sent out on mine- searching trips, and late in February, following a thorough overhauling in the factory at Friedrichshafen, she was returned to Bulgaria for a series of raids against southern objectives. On March tenth she raided Naples. Taking a course by way of Scutari, the big ship cruised 6000 feet high until she arrived off the Italian coast at ten o’clock at night. Then she climbed to an altitude of between 12,000 and 16,000 feet. At one o’clock in the morning Naples was sighted, brilliantly lighted and without any appar- ent knowledge of the approaching attack. Since the war I have talked with an American officer who was in Naples that night. He described the effect of the raid as terrible. People had their first warning when they heard the throbbing of the en- gines and the steady firing of the machine guns and very few anti-aircraft batteries. Everybody made for the cellars. He told me one story which will illustrate the psy- chclogie influence of raids. Two Americans were riding in an open carriage. At the explosion of the first bombs from the L-59 their driver stopped his horse, jumped to the pavement and crawled under the carriage. Despite the ex- hortations of his fares, he refused to move. The Americans had been in other raids in London and Paris. Raiding to them was a part of the war. They had no desire to walk home; so they drove off, leaving the owner of the vehicle with his face still pressed against the pavement. The L-59 found her principal targets quite easily and placed bombs on the gas works, arsenal and the Bagnoli industrial plants, dropping altogether about six and a half tons of explosives before she turned about and headed for Jamboli, where she arrived late that night. The flight had taken her about twenty-six hours. But the L-59 was doomed. On April seventh, she took aboard a bomb load of more than six tons and set out to raid the British naval base at Malta in the Mediter- ranean. The German submarine U-53, then cruising in the Adriatic Sea, sighted the Zeppelin passing overhead toward the Strait of Otranto at eight o'clock that night, and some thirty minutes later the watch officer saw two large balls of fire high on the horizon in the direction taken by the L-59. That was the end of her. She had burned in the air near Brindisi, Italy. The cause was most probably an explo- sion on board, and it is generally thought that it resulted from poor handling of the bomb fuses, which were always kept apart from the bombs until they were about to be used, There were no enemy reports, no thunderstorms to account for the loss of the L-59, so it was attributed to some such accident on board. A Hairbreadth Escape A similar occurrence was the loss of the L-62, which burned in the air near Helgo- land on the afternoon of May 10, 1918. Though the accident was witnessed by sur- face craft, no authentic explanation was forthcoming, as there were no survivors. On a visit to Nordholz a few weeks later I was told that the L-62 had been out on a patrol flight and was returning home. She had been in a fight with an English flying boat about an hour before, but it is improbable that this had anything to do with the acci- dent, as she had easily outclimbed and shaken off the enemy machine, which, sur- face vessels observed, had at no time suc- ceeded in getting within effective range. Had the English pilot scored a hit, the L-62 would have burned at once. Instead, she was well past Helgoland and was again down to a low altitude, when to those on the surface an explosion seemed to THE SATURDAY THE ZEPPELINS (Continued from Page 23) occur amidships. The official explanation at the time was that a member of the crew must have made a mistake with the bomb fuses, which were always unscrewed and stored away again before reaching land. Again, an incendiary bullet from the flying boat might have reached a fuel or oil tank, thus starting a local fire which the crew could not control, but that would hardly ac- count for the explosion. And in that case the airship would be, or should have been, brought to the surface immediately and help summoned. Incidentally, the Britisher performed a remarkably fine feat, aside from daring to approach Helgoland so closely. He had been under fire from both the airship and destroyers, and a lucky hit had forced the flying boat down to the surface. The Ger- man destroyers went at it full speed, but the Britisher was too quick and fortunate in making repairs. One of the aviators, despite a heavy sea which threatened to jolt him into the water, climbed out on top of the engine and mended the damage within perhaps fifteen minutes—a gallant deed. As the first of our destroyers raced up, the flying boat got into the air again and was soon out of sight on her homeward flight. British Reprisals The L-62 was one of four new ships de- livered to the navy early in 1918. They were maintaining regular patrols over the mine fields and occasionally raiding Eng- land. Two of them attacked Hull on March twelfth and the next night another ship was over Hartlepool. The first warning of the raid reached the garrison when the Zep- pelin commenced dropping her bombs. Im- mediately a flock of airplanes darted up in pursuit, but the raider was too high for them. They could not reach her. On April twelfth five of the newer Zeppelins went out against England, with Captain Strasser himself aboard one of the leaders. The chief of the naval-airship service was not content with receiving reports from the commanders. He insisted upon sharing with them both the danger and the opportunities for new ideas with which to improve the effective- ness of the airship attacks. One of the Zeppelins placed about three tons of explosives on Birminghain and an- other dropped a like quantity on Wigan. Both those manufacturing towns sustained considerable damage. Defending airplanes were sent up at each point where the Zep- pelins were reported, but again the raiders were flying too high and the airplanes did not even succeed in finding them. The British soon avenged themselves for that raid, however. Their object really was to destroy as many Zeppelin stations as possible and thereby hamper their patrol activities in the North Sea. The British altered one of their new ves- sels, the cruiser Furious, so that light planes could be landed on the deck instead of simply flying off it as formerly. On the nineteenth of July a British light-cruiser squadron accompanied the Furious to within about eighty miles of the Zeppelin station at Tondern. Shortly after three o’clock in the morning three planes took off, each car- rying two fifty-pound bombs, followed im- mediately by another flight of four machines similarly equipped. The first three machines found Tondern and made direct hits on one of the two big double sheds. In the face of heavy ma- chine gun and rifle ‘ire, the leader of the second flight dived at the second shed and hit it with his second bomb. He was Cap- tain B. A. Smart, one of the most successful of the enemy aviators and the pilot credited with having brought down the L-23 in August, 1917. He seems to have been most lucky too. For after his attack on Tondern he had just enough fuel left to carry him back to his mother ship. Some of the others were not so fortunate. One was drowned, EVENING POST another was wrecked in the sea, and three lost their way and were forced to land in Denmark. But their venture had been suc- cessful, for they had not only damaged the two sheds at Tondern but burned the Zep- pelins L-54 and L-60. The loss was partly balanced by a new- type Zeppelin which had been commis- sioned that June. She was the L-70, an- other product of the bitter experience when four Zeppelins were lost in a gale. That disaster had shown us the need for greater speed, particularly in higher altitudes, and the L-70 was the fastest of all the wartime ships. She made eighty miles an hour easily, and on one test flight attained nearly eighty-five miles an hour. She was slightly larger than her predecessors, hav- ing 2,200,000 cubic feet of hydrogen, | against the 2,050,000 of the former ships. To offset this she was equipped with seven engines of the new supercompressed type and the air resistance was reduced by smailer power cars and numerous other re- finements. The accumulated experience of four years of war indicated that eighty miles an hour as then attained for the first time with airships was quite sufficient for all nor- mal requirements, with some speed to spare. Our studies in meteorology had shown that weather conditions by and large would not require much further increase in speed. Since the war, observations made through- out the world have confirmed that conclu- | sion, so that a normal speed of eighty miles has now been adopted for the most recent designs of commercial and military Zep- pelins. It is fast enough. The L-70 was assigned to Captain Los- snitzer, my successor in command of the LZ-120 when I was transferred to shore duty with the Zeppelin Company. It was on the last airship raid of the war. The weather was not the best when five Zep- Theresa difference in this COMET You get a new golfing ex- perience when you first play the new Goodyear Ball. pelins took off toward England on the after- | noon of August 5, 1918. Their objectives | included the great ammunition stores in Middle England, and Captain Strasser was accompanying Lossnitzer on the L-70. With the L-65 and L-53 on either side, she arrived shortly Cromer. Of course the raiders did not know that airplanes had been flying about trying to find them. The L-70 was only about 17,000 feet high when she was sighted by one of the English planes—a new type known as a DH-4, which, incidentally, had then been adopted by the American Government as the most modern fighting machine. The pilot managed to gain the same level as the L-70 and he then attacked her head-on. His observer sent a full burst of machine-gun incendiary bullets straight into the nose of the Zeppelin, which was soon enveloped in flames. The wreckage fell into the sea near Wells. Theory Turned to Practice The death of Captain Strasser was a severe blow to the naval-airship service. He had been its guiding genius. Through- out Germany officials and civilians alike mourned the loss of the leader who had courageously declined to send his ships or subordinates on any mission that he him- self dared not undertake. Admiral Scheer, as commander of the fleet, issued a statement in which he ex- plained how valuable were the services of Strasser and his airships. In fact, the ad- before darkness near | miral’s oft-repeated opinion had been con- | veyed to us by Strasser on former occasions, | when he asserted that at least twice Zep- | pelins brought reports of such importance for the High Seas Fleet that all the losses | and the cost of all the Zeppelins were more | than justified by those two reports only. He was referring to their work in the Battle of Jutland. Later we learned that the British had sent up a total of thirty-three airplanes to Of course, it feels, and flies, and putts exactly like the very best balls that you have played. Goodyear cores are wound on automatic ma- chines insuring uniformity ; the All-Weather Mesh is scientifically designed to give better and truer flight than any other mesh. But, the outstanding differ- ence is in the cover; the way it resists cutting, scuffing, or bruising. And that’s because it is a cover Goodyear de- veloped out of years of ex- perience in making rubber products for every purpose. 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To facilitate the ascent of the planes, the destroyers were to speed head-on into the wind. Within a few weeks after the inauguration of the plan, and while tests were still being conducted by British craft off the Frisian coast, the officer commanding the squadron was in- formed that a Zeppelin had been observed heading his way. It was the L-53, com- manded by Captain Prcelss. When Proelss found the British vessels they were steaming out to sea and throwing out smoke screens. His curiosity thus ex- cited, Proelss followed at a safe distance. But he did not see a tiny airplane which shortly before his arrival had taken off from a lighter and, climbing rapidly until it had reached a height of about 19,000 feet, had maneuvered some miles off to a posi- tion between the Zeppelin and the sun. That, of course, prevented the lookouts catching sight of the plane until it swooped down upon them, and then it was too late. The fire bullets from the aviator’s machine gun quickly ignited the L-53, which dropped into the sea. Atmosphere for the Engine It was apparent that naval airships in the future should be capable of operating with normal efficiency at far greater heights than in the past. Briefly, aerial warfare starting a few hundred feet off the surface had de- veloped during the conflict, reaching suc- cessive levels until, late in the summer of 1918, it was officially recognized both in Germany and Great Britain as occupying a sphere at least four miles above the earth. Both airplanes and airships, to be effective, must adopt that four-mile altitude as a normal operating level. And they must be capable of attaining far greater heights if they were to cope with the enemy during the following periods, when new and further improved devices were to be employed. EVENING POST What vast engineering reorganization that conclusion demanded! Our experiences in the past two years had indicated the immensity of the task that confronted us. It meant that engines must be further improved. Then the high-speed supercharger was well developed and tested, the principle of which, incidentally, had been invented as far back as 1904 by a Swiss engineer. By means of the super- charger an engine was to function in the highest altitudes under the same conditions as those prevailing at sea level. As far as the engine was concerned, the supercharger was to create for it the same atmospheric density as that below. The Curtain Drops We had to make further refinements in the structural design of the Zeppelins. Both the framework and the hull would have to be altered. Immediately experiments were begun on new: types of girders and extensive tests were conducted at Friedrichshafen. A more efficient and streamlined shape of the hull was necessary. This was being devel- oped in the wind tunnels and research lab- oratories. The resistance to the air offered by the outside cars was to be further re- duced, and to solve that problem we were beginning to work on retractable power plants. Engines were to be housed inside the hull and the propellers geared outside. Those were only a few of the engineering details incident to making the Zeppelin fit for the new and higher sphere in which aerial warfare had arrived. Simultaneously the development of all auxiliary apparatus received new impetus. Radio and navigational facilities were sub- jected to closer scrutiny and improvements demanded in practically everything having to do with airships. Though the British and French believed that the Zeppelin had been decisively whipped and was therefore out of the reckoning in future raiding operations, we were doing everything to enable the crews to operate in higher altitudes with the same efficiency that they had formerly at- tained in the more comfortable regions of the aerial ocean. But even in the very be- ginning of this new development we recog- nized a serious problem. Having attained greater heights we would find the visibility so poor that operations would be badly hampered. It would be‘far more difficult for a Zeppelin observer to see the earth, to ‘ find his targets and to watch the enemy. June 25,1927 Even in the clear air the five-mile blanket of atmosphere very often serves as a protec- tive shield for those on the surface. The slightest mist would obliterate everything. Of course the navigational difficulties would be greater under the majority of pos- sible conditions, because the Zeppelin would generally have to keep above clouds unless they reached her own level. Yet the Zeppelin would frequently be shut off from sight of the ground by haze and mist or intervening layers of lower clouds which her commander would not dare to penetrate. Here, I thought the ob- servation car might be used to advantage. An observer in the car lowered below the Zeppelin might have excellent views of the surface at 12,000 feet, while his companions in the ship 20,000 feet or more above would be unable to penetrate the mist with their best field glasses. Patrols or raids could be carried out with the Zeppelin completely hidden, with negligible chances of the small observation car being detected by enemy planes, even in daylight. My plan had been developing since the outset of the war. It included armoring the car with two double machime guns, which might protect the air- ship from below, in case she was attacked. With the higher-altitude climbing ability there were few planes likely to get above a Zeppelin for some time to come. These special problems were receiving considerable attention when the curtain dropped. The Armistice came to me at any rate as a surprise. It was clear to us in Friedrichshafen that there would be no more military airships for Germany. The Armistice terms in- volved the surrender of large sections of the fleet and disarmament of the rest. This latter included the airships on hand. There- fore we knew that the naval Zeppelin service would come to an end. Post:Armistice Interest We weve surprised at the character of the interest displayed by representatives of the Allied governments arriving in Ger- many immediately after the Armistice. What had Germany accomplished with military and naval airships? Were they successful? And why? What could the Allies gain from Germany’s experience, in a military sense? Those were questions put up to officials of the Zeppelin Company; rather than the commercia! poss’bilities, not the (Continued on Page 75) THE CALL STUDIO, DEXTER, MAINE Mount Katahdin, Maine

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(Continued from Page 72) best means of making the Zeppelin aservant of all mankind. The questions involved some research, considerable argument and in some quarters controversies which have not yet ended. Since the war there have been innumerable discussions concerning the practical value of airships. Every acci- dent has bred varied opinions, not always expert but so vociferously voiced that they have been strong enough to impress upon the public consciousness the question of vulnerability and actual usefulness of this type. In many instances the critics have not possessed the actual figures showing the performance of the Zeppelins during the war—a period when they proved their abil- ity in several directions, especially their in- herent strength to withstand practically any weather disturbance. In passing on his opinion, the critic of lighter-than-air has often not been at pains to explain that he lacked the intimate touch with his subject which a first-hand knowl- edge would create. Yet in any other branch of human endeavcr clzims to success or failure would be founded largely on the records of past performances. The world at large gained an idea of the Zeppelins from the reports of the raids, and few raids were reported. At the Zeppelin plant in Friedrichshafen, where, after the Armistice, I had remained as assistant manager, we had a comprehen- sive record of what had occurred in lighter- than-air; and it was with a view toward im- portant peacetime developments in airship operations that we commenced studying that record, at the same time making avail- able to other governments whatever seemed appropriate in the history of operations. If a flight had failed through bad weather conditions, we knew the details and could judge with fair accuracy whether it could be attributed to a weakness in the ship or was really due to bad judgment on the part of the commander or some member of his crew. There were some interesting facts relative to the naval operations which passed unsung during the reconstruction period following the war. The navy had never possessed more than nineteen airships in commission at any one time, and that number only for brief periods in 1916 and 1917. The year that America entered the war saw a total of thirty-nine airships commissioned, but losses and the constant development which '‘ren- dered many ships obsolete, thereby forcing their retirement from the service, kept the naval-airship strength reduced numerically. The Zeppelin Roster When the investigators arrived in Ger- many to check up her lighter-than-air ac- tivities, they learned that the navy alone had placed sixty-five Zeppelins in commis- sion. All save three, which were used as training ships, had been active in the war. The navy had also placed in commission eight Schiitte-Lanz rigid ships of wooden construction, three Parseval semirigid and one nonrigid which had been available in 1914. All told, seventy-two airships had been active in the naval war operations. To avoid confusion I will use that figure as a basis for the following statements. Not all the raids were made by Zeppelins. The Schiitte-Lanz ships made a few raids and patrol flights, but for the most part they were used on the patrols in the Baltic. The seventy-two ships—among them the sixty-two naval Zeppelins—made a total of 1148 long-distance patrol flights during the war. They made 200 raids, principally against England. They averaged sixteen patrols and three raids each, which is not a small average when you reflect that one Zeppelin alone in a single raid on London destroyed property valued at more than $7,500,000, according to official British postwar reports. In London it was officially stated that the Zeppelins had managed to do Britain “‘grievous harm.”’ They had forced her to maintain a home defense. At least twelve flying squadrons, including several thou- sand soldiers and possibly a hundred pilots, THE SATURDAY were kept at home, and hundreds of guns— approximately 500—were used in anti- aircraft work when they were badly needed at the Front. Flying boats and trained personnel were withdrawn from duty with the fleet to protect the coast line; all told, 500,000 men in uniform were maintained in England to repel invasion by way of the air. The entire population was kept in a state of nervous tension for months at a time. This reduced the output of munitions. False alarms slowed down the war work as often as the actual raids. Vast industrial districts went on an enforced period of idle- ness during a raid. Keeping England dark was as depressing as the explosion of a bomb would have been. Possibly it was because of these influences, aside from the proved value of the Zeppelins as the “‘eyes of the fleet,” that the London government took an active interest in acquiring an airship fleet. During the last years of the war Eng- land was building airships modeled after captured Zeppelins. Performance Trailing Demand I have explained at some length the ac- tivities of the airships in the struggle to keep the seas free of mines. Of course the battle fleet and, more particularly, the cruisers and destroyers bore the brunt of this burden of supporting the mine-searching vessels, but the extent to which the surface fleot was relieved by the airships is indi- cated by the fact that on all occasions when adequate airship reconnaissance was as- sured, only half the customary number of surface vessels went out to protect the mine sweepers. In bad weather, when the air patrol was limited, the maximum strength of the surface scouting fleet was employed. It was rather generally known, in Ger- many at least, that there had once existed a significant difference of opinion between the Kaiser and Admiral Scheer. In Febru- ary, 1917, the commander of the naval forces had issued preliminary orders to his sub- ordinates that the fleet would advance into the waters between England and Holland, even if airship reconnaissance were pro- hibited by the weather. When he sub- mitted his plan to the Kaiser, according to the rules, the latter immediately issued di- rect personal instructions to Scheer that he was not to attempt the operation without the aid of the airships. Though Scheer made a personal appeal to his superior and explained his reasons, he was unable to con- vince the Kaiser, who insisted that his order should stand. We knew, of course, that the Zeppelins could not be a cure-all for the ills incident to the peculiar difficulties under which the German Navy had operated, mainly in the North Sea. There was some talk in the navy that airship reconnaissance was im- perfect, because it depended for success upon the state of the weather. That is true in all sea operations. The weather always has determined the extent of activities on the water. Naval battles can be fought only in good weather, whether between battleships or sailing vessels. That is because in rough weather the lighter vessels, such as cruisers and destroyers, find their usefulness quickly reduced. Even a little wind or a rough sea prevents the use of their weapons to such an extent that seldom would an admiral in command of a valuable battle fleet seek an engagement with equal or superior forces under such conditions. I might add that very often the North Sea was in such condition that it precluded all possibility of a successful venture on the part of the British Navy, and that was frequently an excellent reason for keeping the Zeppelins at home. Throughout the war the British had dwelt on the fact that unfavorable weather, especially during the winter months, pre- vented the Zeppelins being sent out. Some- times long periods would elapse before the North Sea patrol was resumed. But it was only on very rare occasions that it was a matter of inability of the airship to leave its hangar or remain aloft. Generally it was EVENING POST due to reduced visibility over the water. | The North Sea in a fog or thick haze made | reconnaissance impossible, so it was not considered worth while to undergo unneces- sary risks. Then again, we knew that during the war the development of the Zeppelin always lagged just behind the demands placed upon it by war strategy and military tactics. As a result, the naval Zeppelin activities were not so fruitful as they might have been had Germany possessed ships suffi- ciently modern to meet the demands, We believed heartily that the Zeppelins would function with maximum efficiency if prep- arations were made in advance. Nevertheless, the fact that the naval Zeppelin was developed from little or noth- ing as the war progressed does not alter the | opinion of commanders throughout the | world that the Zeppelins were of vast im- portance to the German Navy, more im- portant to our reconnaissance, because nearly all the natural advantages of geo- graphical position lay with the British. For example, whenever the German fleet went out toward England it had to be safe- guarded in all directions against flanking attacks. The extensive British coast line made it almost impossible to maintain un- der efficient control or to ascertain before- hand on which of their numerous bases the enemy had located stronger forces or from which side the British would come forth. On the other hand, the British had been able to watch the activities of the German fleet because it had only one corner of the North Sea in which to play. A few enemy submarines had been sufficient to menace all movements of our ships past our inner- most mine barrages. Further, the position of the Dutch frontier within ordinary view of our most important German base had made it extremely simple for the British in- telligence service to procure valuable in- formation. In December, 1918, Gemmingen and I resumed work on a project that we had been discussing at intervals throughout the war. It was to bring about a transatlantic | service between Germany and the United States—the dream of old Count Zeppelin and part of the legacy he had passed on to Gemmingen. The idea, of course, was first to make a pathfinding flight, to blaze the trail. We knew we had the experience. We 75 Years 0 —_ | 5 veans | [Overs | * 3: T (5 veans | 2oweans | Zveans * - } | |} | / | +4 +—— + | + i, } ry + | ~wedendi BuLt oc Safety ELECTRIC PRODUCTS knew we could do it immediately and we | believed that we héd a ship right at hand. Plans for a Long Flight At the time of the Armistice the latest Zeppelin under construction for the navy was the L-72, not completed. Legally she was stiil the property of the Zeppelin Com- pany. By releasing the navy from the con- tract we could be free to use the ship for | any peaceful purpose, or so we thought. | We would fly the L-72 to New York. The | idea had been in our minds ever since Gem- mingen and I had made the 101 hours’ flight together. Now it was taking definite form. We would give the Americans a demonstra- tion—a real one—by flying the L-72 to New | York and back to Germany, without refuel- ing or attempting to land, if arrangements for our reception were lacking. We did not expect to be shot down on | appearing in the United States, though we were not sure of receiving the admittance which we meant to request by radio the day | before our arrival, while still about 1000 miles off the coast. We could not make pub- lie the plan in advance of the flight because | we feared that the French and British would prevent it. Nor dared we risk flying low over either France or England. With all those circumstances to be con- sidered the flight became as much of a problem as a war raid. For example, we would have either to slip through at night over the English Channel or else go far | north around the British Isles. We could | expect no weather data except those culled | by our own observations. plenty of luck. Yet it was not a dare- devil trick. The L-72 was as big as the Los It would require | Angeles and not so heavy, because she was | j A : | and safety in electric products For a quarter century the Bull Dog trade mark has stood for high quality & or the home, the office, the factory. Inthatperiod Bull Dog has never paused in its ceaseless search for refine- ments of safety and convenience in elec- trical control equip- ment. 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Did you ever ride a camel? It’s a rough ride—unless you’re to the camel born. With training in childhood you grow accustomed to the camel’s jerks and jounces, for there’s a peculiar rhythm to his gait. But no amount of training can prepare you for the dangerous and uncomfortable jouncing of a car that lacks scientific spring restraint. For you hit some bumps square and fly straight up like a jumping jack. You hit other bumps with only one wheel and you are snapped with a twist- ing jolt. WEED Levelizers keep you on an even keel. Have a set put on your car—you will notice the difference. : Levelizers They level the road as you go Made by the makers of Weed Chains and Weed Bumpers be a Probus sor te CAN ns COMPAIT be ee 2 0 hore tr your saiety THE SATURDAY EVENING POST a warship and not a commercial type. The L-72 could carry fuel sufficient to send us across and back under normal weather con- ditions. Therefore we could always turn back toward home, even halfway or three- quarters of the way over. If we should meet opposing storms we could ride back on the west winds. But surely we could reach America. After long and serious deliberation the Zeppelin Company decided to make the attempt. I was put in charge of the enter- prise and immediately commenced prepar- ing the L-72. It was early in March, 1919, | and we would have to hurry if we were to take advantage of the first good weather that season. The ensuing delay was be- yond our control. We had to consider not only our own interests but those of Ger- many and the German people. While we were making contacts and discussing the | flight with members of the government the entire project became more confusing and | involved. No official was willing to assume | the responsibility for giving us approval. It was anticipated that there might be | reprisals by the Allies, unless the reaction of the Americans upon our arrival in the United States should be so strongly favor- able that it would prevent the European governments from tuking reprisal measures. The Navy Department and other gov- ernment branches were proceeding with the necessary negotiations and settlements which would release to us all rights in the L-72. We had decided to go ahead, making it a private venture at ourrisk. Within afew weeks the big ship stood ready to take off | for America. She required only inflation. | We filled her inside keel throughout with gasoline tanks, no water ballast figuring in the plan of operations. We had a nice little workshop in the corridor, fitted with vise, bench and drills. There were comfortable | mess rooms for the officers and crew. The side walls of the engine gondolas had been | altered so that they would fold out, if re- quired, thus making room for complicated motor repairs. So far as we were concerned the L-72 was ready to fly to the United States in April, 1919. We were waiting for the word that it would be officially proper and legal for us to do it, but I am afraid that we would not have waited long. All of us were impatient to be off. The Old and the New | One morning, arriving at the factory early, we learned the sad news. A tele- gram had arrived from the government containing strict orders for us not to move the ship. The Berlin officials had sent it to Friedrichshafen at the demand of the Inter- | Allied Control Commission, which in some unaccountable manner had obtained full details of our plan. From then on we anticipated some diffi- culty in using the Zeppelins left over from the wartime operations. But nevertheless we were already operating a new commer- cial Zeppelin transport line. Doctor Eck- ener, who had returned to Friedrichshafen from the naval station at Nordholz, bent his energies toward reorganizing the Delag and putting it on a working basis. The first route lay between Friedrichs- hafen and Berlin, a distance of 373 miles. June 25,1927 We planned to extend it later to Spain, Italy and Egypt on one side, and to Stockholm, Sweden, on the other. The Zep- pelin Company built two small strictly commercial Zeppelins for the Delag. They were the Bodensee and the Nordstern. It was part of my duties to co:.."t negotia- tions between the manufacturi:g company and the operating branch, just as I had been acting between the company and the navy during the last year of the war. This was again extremely interesting, for the new ships were to be the same size as the last prewar commercial Zeppelin, Sachsen, which I had commanded in peacetime and with which I had entered the war. All of us were curious as to what progress the new commercial Zeppelins would show. The Bodensee, the first postwar ship, though the same size as the Sachsen, could carry twice the usual load, with at least twice the comfort for passengers and twice the speed. She was ready late in August, 1919. Actually she used only half the en- gine power required on the old Sachsen for the same speed, and she could cruise at seventy-five to eighty miles an hour. She could carry thirty passengers as contrasted with the Sachsen’s twenty-four. The Surrender of the Navy Work on the Nordstern, her sister ship, was not rushed, because we desired to have the benefit of the practical experience with the Bodensee. She was practically com- plete, however, on December first, when the Inter-Allied Control Commission through the Berlin authorities ordered us to keep the ships in their hangars until further no- tice. The two newships were taken from us. The Bodensee went to Italy and the Nord- stern, after she was completed, to France. We were ordered, furthermore, to re- frain from building airships of more than 1,000,000 cubic feet capacity. Though the Bodensee and Nordstern were not quite 800,000 cubic feet, it was obviously foolish to build new ships of that capacity, for their construction had been justified simply because they offered opportunities for ex- periments in commercial design and con- struction. Briefly, the Inter-Allied policy was to curtail all airship development in Germany. It is important to remember that in view of what actually occurred. The result was that all commercial airship development was curtailed for seven years. This policy had a direct bearing on aerial transport throughout the world, and it answers the oft-heard question, generally put in this manner: ‘If the Zeppelins were so good, why don’t we see them operating today?”’ To explain more fully I must revert for a moment to the period immediately follow- ing the Armistice. The German Navy possessed fourteen Zeppelins at the end of the war. What was to be done with them was problematical. We had, of course, dis- cussed the means whereby the Zeppelin Company might buy them back from the government and remodel them for commer- cial use. But there were only five of these ships which were fairly up-to-date, and in fact the L-71 and L-72 were the only ones capable of long-distance work. (Continued on Page 78) ok oe fe .

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Write for catalog describing Majestic Un derground Garbage Receivers, Milk and Package Receivers, and many other Majestic Quality Products you will want in your home. THE MAJESTIC COMPANY 1100 Erie Street, Huntington, Ind. The Gals Stove & Furnace Co., Led., Galt, Ontario & THE SATURDAY (Continued from Page 76) While we were trying to find a way to take them over during those first few months after the Armistice, and while I was preparing the L-72 for her New York hop, | the crew of the L-71, then at the naval station at Nordholz, conceived a similar idea independently of all others. They planned to make a secret flight to the United States to show the world what could be done with a Zeppelin. It was rather more sensational than ours, this plan as I received it from the captain— Dietrich. Instead of attempting a round trip, the L-71 would be flown over to New York and then, without stopping even for fuel, she was to continue on across the country, just as far as she could go. When her fuel was exhausted the crew would bring her down to earth and tie her to a tree, or if an emer- gency mooring was impossible, why, then she could be abandoned. The object was simply to make the longest kind of a flight and thus sell the Zeppelin idea to the whole world. The officers and men of the L-71 were ready to start when they decided to ask the government for permission. The result was inevitable. It was explained that the new government had enough trouble on its hands and, further, the flight might result in everything in the German lighter-than- air service being so demolished that it could never recuperate. Though the Zeppelins were mentioned in the Armistice terms only as parts of the naval establishment which must be dis- armed, it was evident that they were naval units and therefore could not be taken out of the country. Early in 1919 it was stipu- lated that all the surface vessels of the former German High Seas Fleet should be surrendered and brought to the British naval base at Scapa Flow, the anchorage near Kirkwall in the Orkney Islands. The story of how the German crews surrendered their ships in a sinking condition, so that some of them still rest at the bottom at Scapa Flow, does not belong here, nor is it a matter for me to argue. EVENING POST With that in mind, and knowing that the Zeppelins were rated as naval units, it was not surprising that the airship crews should have a similar idea. I say crews, and here I mean both the officers and men. The subject of destroying the naval Zep- pelins came up at Nordholz and Wittmund. It became so general that the commanders of the ships held an informal meeting to confer on the problem of whether they should destroy their craft or leave them for the Allies to claim, as seemed inevitable. That meeting was held the night before the official surrender of the surface fleet at Scapa Flow. It broke up ina mild disagreement, some of the commanders holding that the Zeppelins should be destroyed, others that it would be bad politics. The next day, while the surface craft were sinking at Scapa Flow, seven of the naval Zeppelins—the L-14, 41, 42, 62 and 65 at Nordholz and the L-52 and 56 at Witt- mund—were sent crashing to their doom. These ships, along with the others, had been out of commission since the Armistice and there was no gas in them. Only a few fire guards remained on duty at the hangars. Those crews who had decided on destruc- tion simply walked into the hangars as if on routine duty. The empty ships were hung in mid-air by an ingenious system of sus- pending them from the roofs. These sup- porting tackles were disconnected and the ships crashed to the floors, a twisted mass of girder work, damaged beyond repair and unfit for further use. Of course reprisals followed. Delivery of the other ships was demanded. The re- maining seven naval Zeppelins, which had been preserved by the political insight of their commanders, were surrendered in 1920, along with our two new commercial ships, the Bodensee and Nordstern. The L-64 and L-71 went to England. The L-72, LZ-113 and the Nordstern went to France. The L-61 and my last command, the LZ- 120, to Italy. Belgium got the L-30 and Japan the L-37 in parts. Only the Boden- see and Nordstern remain intact today. The French named the L-72 the Dixmude June 25,1927 and with that ship made the official world’s record endurance flight over the Mediter- ranean in the fall of 1923. A few weeks later she was lost with her crew and many prominent observers while on a similar flight over the Mediterranean. The LZ-113 was dismantled. The Italians lost both of their Zeppelins; the LZ-120 was ruined during inflation in her hangar and the L-61 was damaged be- yond repair in the first landing they at- tempted. The British disposed of the L-64 by demolishing her in order to provide hangar space for their own R-34. The L-71 was used for a number of hangar tests and is probably now unfit for flying. Today the Bodensee and Nordstern re- main intact, good but useless in hands un- familiar with the intricacies of operation. To all intents and purposes the story of the Zeppelins ended with the delivery of the‘ ships to the Allied countries. Germany was to have no Zeppelin industry. Had we de- sired to build more ships within the pre- scribed limitations of 1,000,000 cubic feet, it would have been impossible during the hectic period which ensued at home that combined with the generally adverse poli- cies of the victor governments. The English tried to launch their postwar airship program by starting two giant ships, R-37 and R-38. When they were nearly completed it was found that the govern- ment economy policy could not provide for the maintenance of two such ships, so one, the R-38, was offered to the United States Navy for $1,000,000. The tragedy by which forty-four officers and men, repre- senting, the flower of both the American and British airship branches, lost their lives when the R-38 collapsed and then burned in the air during a trial flight over the Humber is one of the accidents which have served to stifle public enthusiasm. But, although our plan was not then feasible, the idea of bringing a Zeppelin to America, and subsequently the whole Ger- man Zeppelin experience as represented by our engineering staff, did not come to an (Continued on Page 81) ¢ “i oe ee = a PHOTO. BY GABRIEL MOULIN, SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA Thousands of Blossoming Prune Trees in the Santa Clara Valley of California

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(Continued from Page 78) end. The credit for the ultimate success is due primarily to an American, who, until he visited Friedrichshafen in 1919, had never given a thought to airships. He is Harry Vissering, who has recently retired from the railway-supply business in Chicago. Mr. Vissering had been in Germany on mat- ters for his firm and had made a flight in the Bodensee. His interest once aroused, it has never diminished. We became close friends and he returned to America in 1920 with the idea of starting a New York- Chicago airship line. The Zeppelin Company was to coéperate in the enterprise, as it had a right to do, for under the charter by which the foundation was first created with the financial support of the German people, it was organized for the ‘‘propagation of aerial navigation throughout the world”’ regardless of na- tionalities, wars or other considerations. That object, incidentally, was the subject of Count Zeppelin’s last remarks to his as- sistants when, in the spring of 1917, he lay dying in Berlin. Despite the pain, he passed on to his coworkers the thought that the airship is primarily a servant of mankind and not a destroyer. Gemmingen and Doctor Eckener had the idea that we could do no better than help the United States get under way. In the summer of 1921, with Captain Hans Curt Fleming, who had captained the Bo- densee during her short active career, I came to this country to make a survey of the climatic conditions which would neces- sarily govern the operation of the proposed route. After three months, during which we searched into weather statistics from the beginning of the records, we concluded that though the route between the two cities was probably the worst and most difficult in the world—in point of weather—still it was possible. With adequate equipment and skilled personnel a regularity of almost 100 per cent in summer and from 80 to 90 per cent in winter, or an average perform- ance of from 93 to 96 per cent the year round, could be maintained. The Transatlantic Flight But meanwhile the final distribution of the war Zeppelins and reparations ships had been made. The European gov- ernments, having acquired the ships, were making little use of them, and none com- mercially. The loss of the R-38 in England in 1921, was followed within a few months— in February, 1922—by the destruction here of the Italian-built semirigid military ship Roma, which had been purchased by the United States Army. The ship, while on a trial flight following her inflation at Langley Field, Virginia, was flying low when she struck a high-tension electric cable near Hampton Roads and the hydro- gen gas in her was soon blazing. These two accidents were discouraging because of their influence on popular thought. The American Navy went ahead with the construction of its own Shenandoah and justified its policy by pointing to the THE SATURDAY official report of the R-38 disaster, which proved that she was an engineering experi- ment on the part of British engineers who had tried to build a huge craft before they had learned how to construct small ones successfully. Their R-33 and R-34 had been copied from Zeppelins. It is one thing to make a copy and quite another problem to jump into larger sizes involving new types and formulas. Doctor Eckener was in command of the Los Angeles on her trip to America, and I was first officer. Only one thing marred the flight for me. It was the absence of Gemmingen. He had died in the spring of 1924 from a complication of diseases partly induced, I believe, by the strain of war life. Throughout our service together he had dwelt constantly on his ambition one day to participate in a ‘transatiantic flight. Doctor Eckener had succeeded Gemmingen as president of the Zeppelin Company. Airship Possibilities In itself the trip was excellent. We left Friedrichshafen at six o’clock on the morn- ing of October 12, 1924, and arrived at Lakehurst, New Jersey, at 9:55 on the morning of October fifteenth—having trav- ersed the 5000 miles in seventy-five hours of flying time and eighty-one hours dctually in the air, allowing for the six hours differ- ence in time between the two points. Our speed had averaged sixty-two miles an hour. In constructing the Shenandoah the Americans wisely resorted to every possible test, also availing themselves of expert ad- vice of the foremost American scientists. As she was finally built she represented a fair military rigid airship of the class of 1916. Her round-trip flight between Lake- hurst, New Jersey, and Seattle in 1924 was as creditable as one might desire. In fact, she proved of stout heart and staunch build when, in January, 1924, she was torn loose from her mooring mast at Lakehurst and, with a broken nose and two empty gas cells, fought a successful battle for seven hours with a vicious winter gale. She was proving an excellent training ship for the nucleus of the American airship service when she went to destruction during a storm over Ohio in the fall of 1925. There had been another accident about a year before. Our old L-72, the French Dixmude, while attempting another en- durance flight in December, 1923, disap- peared somewhere over the Mediterranean. Days later the body of her young com- mander was found in the sea. From the known facts it is believed that comparative inexperience, lack of adequate weather in- formation and other ground preparations, also an attempt at a flight which was too ambitious for the Dixmude, were respon- sible for her loss. But still the efforts to start an airship industry in this country were not aban- doned. Through Vissering’s ceaseless mis- sionary work he was able to interest P. W. Litchfield, now president of the Goodyear Tire & Rubber Co. of Akron, Ohio. In EVENING POST September, 1923, the Goodyear-Zeppelin Corporation was established at Akron, hav- ing acquired the North American rights to the Zeppelin patents. At present it com- mands the services of a number of the most experienced special experts of the German Zeppelin staff, headed by Dr. Karl Arn- stein, the engineer who designed the Los Angeles, as well as several dozen previous Zeppelins. In the past two years these men have completed improved designs for future American Zeppelins including both commercial and military types. Recognizing that the Los Angeles, be- cause of her size and in the light of present knowledge, is an experimental ship, the new designs provide for airships almost thrice her size. As the load that a ship can carry into the air increases approximately as the cube of her dimensions, it follows that the modern Zeppelin will be much more efficient and able to carry relatively more fuel, more passengers or cargo. It would be about 800 feet long, 140 feet in di- ameter and would hold between 6,000,000 and 7,000,000 cubic feet of buoyant gas. Its nonstop flying range, with, szy, 100 passengers, baggage, fuel and supplies, would be about 8000 miles, if inflated with noninflammable helium gas, at a speed of seventy-five miles an hour. With hydro- gen, which possesses greater lifting power than helium, more fuel could be carried, thus bringing a nonstop, round-the-world flight within the range of possibility. Zeppelin’s Plans Carried On As this is written, early in 1927, two air- ships are being built in England, each of 5,000,000 cubic feet capacity. They may be employed on a mail and passenger service between England, Egypt and India. As yet there is no visible evidence of such an enterprise in the United States, though many projects for commercial operations with airships have been announced in re- cent years. One may materialize eventu- ally. As a result of the Locarno Treaty in 1925 many restrictions relating to airships were removed. The Zeppelin Company, which had managed to remain intact during the interim, is now building another experimen- tal commercial Zeppelin of slightly more than 3,500,000 cubic feet capacity. She is designed to carry on where the Bodensee and Nordstern left off. The funds with which to build the new Zeppelin were acquired by popular subscription. A committee was formed under supervision of the govern- ment. Doctor Eckener traveled for months lecturing on the subject. The newspapers supported the cause. The German people again came forth with finances with which to build the one hundred and twenty-fourth Zeppelin, just as in 1908 they had made up the fund to establish the Zeppelin Founda- tion. This ship marks the renewal of the old count’s original program to establish lighter-than-air transport among the na- | tions of the world. ~ Editor's Note—This is the last of a series of ar- ticles by Mr. Lehmann and Mr. Mingos Near the Atlantic Entrance to the Panama Canal, Cristobal, C. Z. 81 Keep Unguentine ready wherever you go Kill-joy sunburn conquered— INSTANTLY with the surgeon’s dressing UMMER calls, ‘“‘Come out in the sun!’’ Swimming, romping, or basking lazily on the sand—there is no joy like sum- mer under cloudless skies. . . But what a price so many pay! Nights, as on a bed of needles, skin that flames and stings. . Sunburn ! There is no need to suffer from sun burn today. Simply spread on the famous surgical dressing hospitals use for all burns—at the first sign { of redness. 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even at noon the weakening sun hangs lazily low above the main chain of the Alps. You feel, all about you, a big closing-in, the rustle of a heavy curtain falling upon a good time that is played out at last. As Bell walked the six miles up from Vissoye te Zinal, he Hreasted that jovial current of waiters and chambermaids thawed and rehumanized. Jove! They were good to see and to hear, with their jokes and catches and bold, friendly, un- obsequious looks at every man and brother they met. But everything was good in this place. Even the smell! of Vissoye and its pigs, as he passed, had been the smell of the best holiday of his boyhood. How he had liked life-—every bit of it, colored or plain, the high lights and the Jow! Even the jars had been part of the makings of the incom- parable adventure. He wondered whether the mere feel of things—common things, all sorts of things—could ever have given any- one else such raptures of secret content- ment as they had given to him. He had made sure of a room at Zinal. He dined by the light of one lamp in a cor- ner of the hotel’s dining room, now emp':" and shadowy. An elderly woman waited upon him. Everyone elise ir the house had gone down the valley; she had been left for a week or two’ more, to cook, wait, make a-bed and draw out 2 bill for anyone mad enough to turn up so belatedly. Bell had known her for thirty years—ever since her marriage to an old guide of his, recently killed on the Meije. She told him how their son Pierre was now a guide, too, rather to her alarm. Ske seemed amazingly glad to see Bell, as if he were a bit of some good old world that had been slipping away. And he? she asked. Was he making a grende course, as always? Surely not, at this time of year. He fenced with her apt, friendly ques- tions. He felt like a liar. Indeed, he was one, pretty well; for he fully meant to de- ceive. He would go for a walk by himself, he said, after breakfast tomorrow—perhaps to the Arpitetta Alp only, perhaps farther. She looked at him sadly, with peasant directness. ‘All alone now,” she said simply. “‘And once it was you and ma- dame—and Gaspard and me. Ah, the good times!"’ She had all humanity’s fate in her face, like an old woman drawn by Rem- brandt—hopes and happy love and then the dust of the day, dimming the roses, and then the great loneliness and inconsolable tears. Would monsieur have coffee, she asked. Bell could face her no longer. It was too treacherous. No, he said, he would want nothing more. Let her go to bed early, like ail the good marmots. So would he, too, when he had smoked a little end of tobacco. When she was gone, he sat by a fire of logs she had ‘it for him in the small smoking room. To his surprise he found he had nothing to do. There could be no saying good-by, no specious last letter to write, no will to be made, no manifesto of any sort to be left. People do not do such things just before unforeseen accidents, for the wood must look raw at the break. A real good tip for the widow of Gaspard would have to be left in an obvious place, that was all. It went beyond having nothing to do. There was nothing to think. He had no fears of post-mortem torture to busy his brain, for the God of his faith was no fiend. He was equally void of covetous hopes of a sensational good time when the breath should be out of his body. So far he might have expected his mind to be free. The strange thing was to find how much of one’s usual matter for thought is taken away if, in twenty hours or so, one will have nothing whatever to fix up or to see to, no house or business to run, no special beat to patrol, no arts or ietters to care for or public duties to mind. It was a release. But it was a queer one—a kind of vacuous and disquieting freedom, such as a man might attain who was suddenly let off the THE SATURDAY EVENING POST ACTION (Continued from Page 13) pressure of gravitation, so that he needn’t keep his feet down to the earth any more; in fact, couldn’t press on it hard if he tried, and so couldn’t get any purchase for put- ting forth his strength upon anything at all. Beli’s released mind did its best to think firmly of what he was going to do the next day. But no firmness came; the levers of thought could not find any ful- crum; they worked at a loss, feebly and fumblingly. He brought over the lamp to review the inn’s tiny library—two shelves freakishly peopled with the printed leavings of guests lettered, half lettered, unlettered, conven- tional, independent and odd. There was the common aphrodisiac novel of com- merce; there was the Vicar of Wakefield, all golden sunshine and wit; there were Nat Gould and the wise, humane book of the great William James on the incessant endeavors of men to find or to imagine some larger life on which to rest the frail and soon-tired figure of their own. Yes, that was it—something to lean against; some- thing sure not to give when you put your whole weight on it, in any state of your- self; that was where peace and strength were to be had; nowhere else. So he fan- cied, at least; he could not be sure. He was still in that vacuum where his thoughts had no pivot to work on. The wheels did not bite on the road; the cogs would not engage. He thought and he felt, but grop- ingly, not with the sure and eager drive of a mind and heart that have found themselves by forgetting themselves. The place that Bell had picked for his purpose was on the west side of the Schallijoch. The Schallijoch, as you may know, is a dip in the ridge that joins the Weisshorn to the Schallihorn. Even the lowest point of the dip is more than 12,000 feet high. The last part of the rise to the ridge from the west is up one of the steepest slopes of ice that are climbed—that is, if you mount it where it is least steep. At some other points it is steeper than any slope that is climbed or thought to be climbable. The surface of this wall of ice undulates like a sheet of hammered cep- per, here a concave patch and there a con- vex one. Though the wall, at its steepest, leans back from the straight, as a whole, it has parts—the upper halves of these hol- lows and lower halves of these bulges—at which it is vertical for some feet at a time; and at two or three parts it even overhangs slightly. These last, avoided by climbers happily wedded to life, were what Bell had in mind. He would start up the wall at the steepest part he could find; as he went on he would make, at each stage, for the point where there seemed to be most of an overhang. He would do the thing honestly—try all that was in him to bring the climb off, reach the ridge and prove that, in this small matter, man could do more than he knew. With careful timing he would be up, if up at all, about dusk. In that un- likely event he would carry the test a step farther and try to come down his ice ladder by feel, in the dark, instead of descending the gentle snow slopes on the eastern side. He worked out a timetable. Three hours’ walk up to the Arpitetta Alp from Zinal. Three more up from the Alp to the foot of the final ice wall. Half an hour for eating; another half hour for sundries, and four for the ultimate work on the wall. Eleven hours in all. Tomorrow’s evening dusk would be over by seven. He would push off at eight in the morning. Probably you would have thought him rather a pleasant sight as he quitted Zinal— the outward figure of a hale, fit moun- taineer; just a little stricken with years, but vigorous; brindled, but not at all bald; leanly and brownly good-looking; turn- ing out by himself, with his ax under his arm and a littie luncheon in his pocket, for a walk among the feet of old sporting friends like the Weisshorn and Rothhorn. How can you tell by the looks of a man that he would not feel the point of a pin if you ran it into his thigh, or that this ex- emption from pain is causing any disturb- ance of his spirits? Nobody was to be seen at the emerald Alp of Arpitetta. Like the almost-deserted Zinal, like yesterday's valley path stream- ing with walkers carrying bundles, the empty hovels on the Alp recalled the sight of a whole countryside in flight before the army of an invader. The ashes left from the cheese maker’s fire were wet with drippings from the roof; the: rough wooden crane used for swinging the caldron over the flames flapped in a draft from the door. Outside the intoxicant beauty of gentian and orchis was over for the year; the rich grass had spread back over the trodden mud of the milking place; but snow was lying a few hundred feet higher up. The invader was near. Bell’s legs were liking the work. The numb one was numb, but it did not give out; it would not let him down. By one o'clock he had reached the tail end—some would call it the snout—of the big Weiss- horn Glacier, eaten his rations and set a first foot on the rough convex swell of honey- combed ice, with water flushing out its millions of cells, for the sun was on it. He pawed the stuff tenderly with his ax. Per- dition catch his soul, but he did love it— strong as iron, carvable as cheese! What genius could have conceived so delicious a union of opposites if, by some disaster, no glaciers had been made? By three o’clock he was through the freak shapes of the ice fall, across the snow field above it and close to the wall that he sought. Yes, its great width and height had the wavy surface that ke remembered. It showed like a vast relief map of some low rolling downland, modeled in ice and then set up to stand on its edge. Off to his right, as he looked up, the general angle was easiest. That was the regular way— very steep but quite practicable. That was of no use for his purpose. Far away, to his left, the slope looked ferocious enough. But down it an almost continuous fall of stones of all sizes, broken away from the sun-warmed rocks of the Weisshorn, came sliding and hissing, or bounding and smash- ing explosively. That was no use either. That way would be suicide, not experiment. He soon saw what he wanted—almost directly above him. There, nearly all the way up to the ridge, the ice was steep and bare and blue, and the face of it waved more at this place than anywhere else. Several broad bosses of rocks must have underlain the smooth surface. Over these the close-fitting ice swelled like a stocking upon a bent knee. Up to the center of each of these bosses the ice bulged out over- hangingly. Just above each center it would recede at a more merciful angle, but no- where in the whole thousand feet of ascent would a man have a foothold to stand on unless he made it. Bell conscientiously tightened each boot lace and putty string. Then he.set off for the point where he had descried the best overhang. It was halfway, as he judged, to the top of the wall. If he should conquer that one, then he would look for another, more bulgy. He cut his steps with almost fanatical care. He had a disagreeable sense of doing something furtive. He couldn’t help ask- ing himself, against his own will, ‘“‘ What if somebody saw?”’ “‘Damn somebody,” an- other part of him said. Still he cut every step as if he defied the whole solar system to say that it was not the work of a good craftsman bent upon keeping alive. So he rose slowly. It took a good two hours’ work to mount a third of the way to the ridge. But then he was close to what mat- tered more—the great bulge that he was making for. June 25,1927 The bulge stood out like a gigantic blister upon the face of the ice. It must have been forty feet in diameter, and it jutted so much that a stone dropped from its outermost point would only have touched the slope again some fifty feet lower. So the climax had come. To reach that outer- most point he would have to climb up for about twenty feet as you climb up the underside of a ladder that leans against a wall. And he would have to make the ladder, rung by rung, as he climbed it, fashion each rung out of the ice with his ax, held in one hand, while with the other hand and both feet he clung to three of the rungs made already, and held up the body against the drag of its weight. Every rung would have to be made like a letter box in a door, big enough for the toe of a boot to go in, but so shaped that, when a hand en- tered, the fingers could bend down inside and grip as you grip the top of afence. The grand, the crucial, question was how long one hand and one arm could hold the body in to the projecting ice wall. For what part of the two hours or so that the other labor- ing hand might require to cut that fantas- tical staircase. Of course if his ax shouid slip out of his hand, or if one step should break, that would end the affair. But away with the thought of any such bungling! The moment the overhang started Bell discovered the theory of gravitation to be exceedingly true. The work was amazingly hard. When he had carved five letter boxes and used them, an hour had gone. He carved five more and observed that day- light was failing. Behind his back an un- sensational sunset was going on at its ease. His left hand was chilled almost dead with all the ice it had gripped; his right wrist was swollen and sore with the intensity of the ax work; his right knee had begun to shake as uncontrollably as chattering teeth; he heard his breath as if it were somebody else’s; it made a dry rustling noise, like a bird struggling silently in the hand. The center of the boss was now, he reck- oned, some eight feet above his head. Be- yond it he could see nothing, as yet, but a tranquil sky with a rose-colored flush dying out of it. Five letter boxes more, he thought, might take him up to the nipple of this frozen breast and bring the receding slope of its upper half into his sight. It was just at this point that it struck him as a clear, sober matter of fact that he could not get up those eight feet. His strength was run- ning out fast; one more good letter box was all that he could conceive himself able to make. He made it, hacking away with slow, painful strokes, his ax handle slippery with his sweat. He reached up his left hand to grab the new hold and dragged a foot up to its new place below. Then, just to go down fighting, he went through the move- ment of starting to chip out yet another step. Second by second the effort held out. His strokes were the taps of a child; his wrist felt like breaking; yet somehow he finished the hole and forced his left hand to rise up to it. Then he even hauled up in its turn a right foot of infinite weight. The poor quivering knee had to straighten out next, and did it, after a long, doubtful struggle. But that was the end, he felt, of all possible effort. By this time all his senses had the morbid exaltation that will sometimes come of fierce physical effort. His mind was at leisure, after a fashion. He was fully aware of the sunset. He did not miss the charm of its sabbatical calm. The majesty and mystery of mountains were still there, all right. A verse he had liked as a boy came into his head, as beautiful things that have built themselves into your mind are apt to do at a crisis—as people who once went to church will ery out ‘Oh, God!” when 2. smash comes: And here, indeed, might death be fair, If death be dying into air, (Continued on Page 87)

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Continued from Page 82 {nd souls evanished mic with the Tilumined sk y, ele rnal sea But no pretty dying for him, if deat} could be still headed off. He started des perately to try again, sweating and strain ng. No good; the feeble strokes of his ax scarcely scratched the bare ice; his left hand was frostbitten now, past feeling any thing. Only five feet to relative safety, but five more than any spur worn by his will could drive the spent body. ‘‘I’m done,” he said, and ceased to struggle upward Some innate impulse to take the thing well, and not to let human dignity down at a pinch, kept him resolved to hold on, foot and hand, to the last moment possible While he clung so the sun left him. A high Alpine sunset is sudden, like tropical ones. A cold, sharp-edged shadow raced up from the valley, chasing the sunlight before it. Pursuer and fugitive scudded up over the tops of the firs and across the bright green of the Alp that Bell had passed, and then up the ice fall and on up the wall till the shadow came down like a great frigid hand on the sweaty back of his neck. Next moment the last warmth and light fleeted up out of sight, over the bulge. As his gaze followed his cheeks felt the sting of a few falling granules of ice; little chips of it, rather; even a few rather big ones. A trickle of icy scraps seemed to be sliding down the upper half of the bulge, to dive into space on reaching its center, most of them clear of his back Queer! Was an ice avalanche coming? No need to suppose it though. Glaciers, crushed and huddled things, always heay ing and cracking, played curious tricks and ground out all sorts of freak rubbish. Oh, let the ice do what it liked; all his bus ness with it was done; all that he could now attend to was a kind of dream noise, sig, muted and almost asleep, that the tor rent was making, enormously far off, down in the blackening trench of the valley— that and a kind of emotional dream of himself, the dying man doing his best to take leave as was meet—a figure at which he could look, as it were, from outside, and dreamily feel it to be rather touching. Into this semidream there managed to enter, also, a sound more abrupt —a little noise like the low startled cry that some women give when they see a horse fall or a big window is smashed. itself into his dream, but also it roused him “Getting light-headed,” he thought. But he wasn’t. Almost as quick as that thought, a new sound, a light hissing rub, rushed The cry worKec down to his ears and an ice ax slid over the bulge overhead and out into the air; whizzed past the back of his head. To anyone versed in high mountains an ice ax loose and falling in any such place isa portent of horror, like l i+ a child’s pony gal- loping riderless home, cr a boat adrift, bottom uppermost, in a Thames lasher. It means that somebody may have just lost the power to move, without help, at a place where a man unable to move will soon be unable to live. Suddenly Bell’s mind took eyes to itself. It saw a party of some sort above him, trying to cut its way down the ice wall, straight toward the deadly bulge that now beetled over himself. At this hour! And by such a route! They must be mad—so he thought, forgetting himself. And now one of them was disabled; per- haps had disabled the whole of his party had tethered it to the ice wall. The idea was frightful to Bell. Another sound came. From somewhere not far overhead there broke, like an explo- sion, the singular cry that Swiss peasants and some mountaineers employ as a long- distance hail. No other noise of pur'y human production will carry so far. H. th, wild and long, it starts, as the noise of a rocket does, at its maximum loudness, and then wails itself out in a dying fall that has an effect of collapse into despair. Though commonly uttered on quite cheerful occa sions, it might be the passionate scream of animal terrified by the me wretched THE SATURDAY solitude of a desolate place and trying to empty into one impetuous lamentation all its burden of loneliness and desire Bell held his breath as the sinking shriel thinned away intosilence. Then he counted off the seconds half aloud, by guesswork, as bomb throwers learned how to do in the war The count ran to seven —-eight nine, and just as Bell was muttering ‘Ter the great yell smashed into the silence again Yes, he had exper ted that some one above was in the last extremity of danger, was trying the last shift of all, the most all but hopeless of all —-was sending out the Alpine signal of distress into this stone-and-snow desert where autumn and night had joined to make it utterly certair that no answer could come. It was like praying to God, for dear life, that a well of fr, f h water might open itself in the dry middle of the Sahara Up to that point of time, as you have seen, Bell had been the kind of dual crea ture that most of us are for nearly the whole of our days Part of him had toiled, sweated and ached, and another part of him had been sorry for that one. But from the moment the second yell came, this two fold arrangement was somehow abolished All craving or need for any part of himself to be troubled about any other was over; now there was nothing at all to work out b any more, no next move to he consciously planned, nor hesitant will to be coaxed or hustled, nor any plaguy choice All the man was one unit at } o be made ast, and it lived intently and intensely, moved by some force which it had no more desire to lames have to ask, ‘Why + { ] i question than f burn upward?” The next mystery was that out of the mind so suddenly lightened there seemed, as it were, to overflow lightness into Bell's body of lead left foot was rising already to thrust itself Strangely empowered his nto the next letter box; almost gayly, his right arm, freed from its preoccupation with pain, was beginning to hack a new handhold above. How long it took him to make it he could not have told, then or after. For time, too, was abolished; long trains of executive, practical thought could run on to their end_ instantaneously; courses, whole courses, of study of rele- vant things—the state of the ice, minute changes of gradient, the swift regelation following sundown—were carried out with- out any sense of duration. One of the revelatory trances had come, in which even a plain man sees for once that an eternity need not be long and that in a single mo- ment he may have everlasting life. 4 minor, but still a piquant discovery was that he had never really known till now what it was to cut a good sizable strip off that old margin of safety which he had imagined himself to have all but used up. His new letter boxes now were marvels of sketchy adequacy; they were high art in the skimpiness of the means that they took to their end; triumphs of confident cheek to Nature; they bluffed that august power quite wittily. Almost before the vocalist overhead had completed the long S O S of the mountains—it takes three minutes in all 3e]] had his chest up to the dead center of the bulge and saw what he had come for Some thirty feet higher up a woman in mountain kit, with no ax and no hold for hand or foot, was dangling at a long rope’s end. Her body revolved a little as it hung against the steep ice, but she was making no voluntary movement. The rope con- stricting her chest was held with one strain- ing hand by 2 man perched eighty feet higher up. He was clearly unable to move hand or foot, without being dragged off his stance by the weight of the woman. He stood on one foot—his right. It seemed to be firmly placed on a tiny step; and a little above his head he had the pick of his ax driven well into the ice. To the bracket thus formed by the ax head the man was holding on stoutly with his right hand The sorry sight explained itself. The steep woman must have been cutting steps down EVENING POST the ope e& must ‘ ( { step 1 dro 1 her , the The man had checked he i we both were " mm i ‘ 1 couple of st ed to a gamekeepe door And rope mu ( A } ng the i Be t topped the Dulge é ‘ t i strangled voice to the ma Ca ) the rope Tec I'r lone ov Think of the idis You r t The man held on Bell gave tongue as brown fur lining his mouth would allow him to. ‘Well held, ‘ “Tt’s all right! I'm coming!’ Not once in a long and respectable A pine career had Bell thought he would ever , intrust his person to ledges quit as those on which he made the rest of way up to that pendent woman. And yet he had never, in any hard place, felt suc} absolute freedom from any uneasiness. As ne romped up he sang out, at interval! “There in three minutes! minutes more! Only one minute now! Half ashake—I'm just there! Then he arrived. He cut a big step close to where the woman's feet hung, planted hi own firmly on it, and then stooping and straightening up again, took the weight of Lest she be fainting he put up his right hand behind her, sitting, on his right shoulder her to hold her in place She was none of your fainters, thoug! he was white, yellow, greenish—all the s bad colors that beauty it put on in bad times Bell thought, ‘She’s a good ‘un,”’ as she sat qui panting ‘You're a great sportsman!”’ she gasped, when she had breath enough. Feeling all the weight off the rope of a sudden the man above shouted dow: thickly, “‘Sure you have got her, sir?”’ “Right as rain! Bell added, dig in. We'll come up when you're , The man gave a tuneless yodel of joy ar * she called up **Leave the rope slack and comfy was plying his ax the same instant; chips and wedges of ice came pelting down from the great step that he must be from which to make the whole caravan fast. In five minutes he ceased hacking, braced himself, drew in the slack of the rope and announced that now he could hold up a cow for a day Bell let the woman cannily down till her feet found a trim ledge that he had man- aged to scratch out while holding her up But some four or five feet of smooth ledge- intervened between this and the cutting, less ice lowest step the woman had cut, down, before she slipped off commy some new ones had to be made. ‘Care to cut ‘em? Bell asked. “Or shall I?” She ruefully opened the hands in whicl no ax was now held. “I dropped it,’’ she said, “like a mug. I feel sick with shame “Have mine,” he said, holding it out Her open boy face shone with joyous relief, as if at a gift of free absolution fron sin. Even now their lives hung on this ax that he was intrusting to her, the cor victed ax dropper. She took it. “You're a very generous person,” she said. ‘‘Now I'll unrope and go up by myself, and you shall tie on.” He shook his head firmly. ‘* You mustn’t unrope.” Her eyes broke out in a quick sparkle ‘You ve got to rope up he sa flu ‘| know that I ve done a dud thing can’t preacl Bi what about you? Climbing alone! Coming up out nowhere, almost at night! Up a worse slope than this beast! Think it bears loo ing into, eh? Well, do you mear up or shall bot! of us climb int! way vou seem to think right Bell fairly funked the scrutiny of the simplicity When once simplicity sets out to inquire, what young woman's fiery else is so penetrating? ‘‘ Well, you tie on in the middle,” he said, ‘‘and I at the end “That's fair,’ she agreed spare rope was let down by her husband In two or three minutes, at most, the man who would have shuffled « \ Flood of I ightonthe Road to SEE by—But None in Your Eyes to BLIND You! 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DEARBORN STREFT to QuINCY fror JACKSON THE SATURDAY was securely girt with- the most delectable of its loops, the cheerfulest symbol of human determination not to withdraw from the banquet of life —only to salt a dish now and then with a few little hazards The last daylight was gone when the three stood safe on the level roof of the ridge, scrunching its gritty, granular snow somewhat shyly, though partly kept in countenance by the dark, which is itself a shy, friendly thing. Bell, now a mere dual creature again, had been wondering, all the way up the last flight of ice stairs, how he should give these married lovers a chance to reassert their lately threatened right to pos- each other's lips Best, he thought, just to turn his back on them when he got up and try to look busy coiling the rope But they also seemed to have some sort of plan. The man was waiting above the last step, to shake Bell by the hand—really to shake him--and mumble something which Bell did not desire to make out more clearly. The cup of his consternation was filled when the lady raised his disengaged hand to her lips, a gesture for which he had not been prepared by her vivacity lower down. Then, with one silent consent, they all stampeded away from the key of emotion. “You travel light, sir,’ said Bell, just to say something trivial. The two others seemed to carry not so much as a prune or a biscuit between them. “Well ’* said the man, and then Bell imagined the two must be having a quiet laugh in the dark. “Oh, I know I can’t talk,”’ Bell admitted. “The fact is, I didn’t expect to be coming right over the pass.” ‘‘Same here,”’ said the man. ‘We just walked up from Randa—meant to go only as far as the hut for the Weisshorn, eat our sandwiches there and go back to dinner. Then—it was rather mad, but the snow was so toppingly good—we thought we might just rush the Schallijoch before dark, sleep at Zinal and come back tomorrow.” “Gosh! It was rash!” exclaimed Bell, off his guard. He felt sure, the next instant, the man was quite seeing the humor of such a rebuke from such asinner. Hastily trying to cover the slip, Bell made another. He asked, ‘‘ How on earth did you miss the way down?” The man didn’t exactly say “‘How did you miss the way up?” but he did say, “Yes, it was stupid; but—well, you know how it isn’t so easy to see a way down from above as it is from below.” ““Hadn’t we better push off?” said Bell rather hurriedly. ‘“‘We’'ll be getting friz up here.”” But it was not the cold that he minded. It was the heat. It felt as if he couldn't move his tongue without burning his fingers. The three truants had luck. Just such a full moon as they needed, not having a lan- tern, was on the point of rising from behind the snowy mass of the Mischabel, beyond the forest glen of the Visp. The mounting light could no longer contain itself. Its bright animation was pulsing up the dark violet of the sky in tremulous waves. It would be easy, by such a light as was com- ing, to follow the downward track left by the couple on their way up, almost to the door of the old Weisshorn hut, a refuge squat, squa.id, flea-haunted and cramped, but divinely rich in raw materials for manu- facturing heat against a long night of hard frost. At any time it is rather exciting to walk in the dark, and in silence, with anyone whom you like but don’t yet know very well. What is he thinking about? You? And if so, in what way? Barring you? Liking you? Wanting to throw down the conventional fence and talk frankly? An hour or two of this blindfold contact be- tween mind and mind may so work on them both that when their eyes meet under a lamp at the end of the walk it may feel as if they had had a long and intimate conversa- tion, leaving each of them just slightly anxious to know that the other has taken session of EVENING POST nothing amiss. Even thus, with friendly and deprecating looks, did they regard each other by candlelight two hours later, among the strong shadows and smells of the hut. In ten minutes more the man’s wife, who had walked like a true Joan of Arc, was exercising the blessed privilege of healthy, tired young people of thirty or so. While she slept like a prosperous babe her man and Bell sraoked as they lay in the hay at the big sleeping shelf’s other end. Smoking helps to keep talk good. A man can puff at his pipe between each thing he really wants to say and the next. No gap-filling rubble is required. Bell ascertained first that the man’s name was Gollen and that he was a doc- tor--the Harley Street species of doctor. Bell gave in return his own name and de- scription. Then they enjoyed one of those unembarrassing pauses. Then Bell said, somewhat brusquely, ‘“‘There’s one thing we have to get straight.” **Go it,”’ said Gollen. *“You seem to imagine you're under some sort of obligation to me.”’ “Well, you see, we’re alive. And before you appeared our number was up.” “So was mine.” “Oh, everyone’s is, in a sense. ‘All con- demned to death,’ doesn’t somebody say, ‘with an indefinite reprieve?’ But ours wasn't indefinite. We were booked to go west in five minutes.” ‘Il was to do it in one—in less. I should have dropped off my holds in ten seconds if you people hadn’t blown in.” “Hullo!” “Sure thing. I was done. I had never known until then how far doneness could go. That’s how it felt anyhow. Then your wife’s ax came along. That by itself held me on for a jiffy or two. And then you hol- lered—gad, you can holler!—and every- thing changed. There was something new in me, or round me, at work on me, some- how. Every bit of soreness and worry and funk was taken right off me, nothing was left in the world but one energy—just an enveloping, mastering sort of a push. It went up like a flame and it took me along; it made everything easy and light. And it wasn’t only a thing in the mind. Old 3rother Body himself was roped into the movement; some of the waft of this im- pulse seemed to get itself into my muscles. D'you follow these ravings?” “Rather! Physicians aren't the fools that they were. We don’t go on missing out what the mind—or the soul, if you like has to say to all the dynamic affairs of the body.” Bell puffed his pipe for a while. Then he said, ‘‘See? That’s how you two preserved me. So if thanking is what we're about, thanky kindly.” Gollen, too, smoked in silence for the next minute or two before asking, “‘ The ice overhung where you were when I first cater- wauled?”’ “Can’t tell you the angle. Hadn't got a clinometer thing. Of course it wasn’t a motoring road.” Gollen laughed. Bell liked Gollen’s face when he laughed, so far as it could be seen among the tangle of wry shadows thrown about the hut by a small flame that still leaped in the stove. Gollen’s face made Bell think of a trade term—‘‘good ordi- nary.” He had blunt, goodish features, strong and good-tempered. A straight, friendly man, you would say, and easily amused; a good man to be in a hole with. Bell en- joyed such men. They made the world go round. As he was thinking so Gollen suddenly asked, “I say, why did you doit?” As Bell did not answer at once, Gollen added: * Of course it’s cheek, asking. Tell me to go to hell if you like, and I'll warmly approve. Only —well, I’m a doctor.” Bell cut the thing short. He answered at once what Gollen might go on to ask in an- other few minutes: “‘ Yes, the spring’s run- ning dry; the salt losing its savor, you know; the wine going tlat-- and worse com ing.” June 25,1927 Again Gollen did the bold thing. ‘‘ Any particular evil?” he said Bell liked the man. And when two men would both have been dead a few hours ago if either had failed at a pinch, they may soon get on terms. Bell avowed the whole his symptoms, his surmises and disgusts, and his specious experiment. Gollen listened as wise doctors do. ‘* Did that numbness cramp you today?” he asked at the end. “No. But it was there all the day, ex- cept just the time—ten minutes or so, | when Bell hesitated for a business suppose moment. when you were in action?” said Gollen. “Action?” “Oh, I don’t mean just doing violent things out-of-doors, pressing triggers or lassoing cows. I mean getting every jack fiber there is in your nature alive and ut terly turned onto something outside you absorbed in it, lost in it—every bit of your consciousness taken up into some ecstasy of endeavor that’s passion and peace.” Bell nodded and Gollen went on: “I guess the great artists—all sorts of 'em know how to bring the fit on, or it comes when they’re at the top of their form. They seem to get farther and farther above ’em- selves, hold the note out in a way that we can’t, bring every tissue they have in their being to bear on the effort to get a wee touch to come right. Saints, too, I the pukka ones, like IF man at Assisi. They have the knack too; they can get more alive; they’ ve found how to exist at a sort of top pressure. I fancy all of us get just a glimpse of the thing now and then--of what living might be, you know—at a great turn in a game, or when we're in love, or if some beautiful thing in a book bowls us over. Only we can’t hold the note, or we can’t do it yet; the pitch is too high for our reach, so we fl sup pose rancis, the lop back into But we shall get there, I do be- that. What we've started as jellyfish is to get more and more of ourselves into action, and we shall go on till we are as much true action--as we are now than when we were jellyfish. Why, in a few thousand years we may all be able to live half our time as you lived today for ten minutes.” “Something in that,’’ Bell assented. Gollen apologized meekly: “Sorry to verge upon uplift. Still one can’t always bother about the convention that talk has got to be pessimist piffle.”’ Bell nodded. few less dutiful followers than he. They smoked again for a while. ently Gollen said, *‘ How goes the weather?” He rose and opened the door of the hut very quietly. Bell followed him out to the hut’s tiny terrace. Nothing at all was wrong with the night. Beyond the queenly white shape of Mont Rose the moon rode gloriously high, bur nished and flashing with frost, above sleep- ing Lombardy. Crowned in new snow and bejeweled with sparkles of light, the Weiss horn, the greatest great lady in Nature, looked as lovely to Bell as when the first sight of her pale supreme grace had taken his breath away in his youth. At the height where they stood the frost had silenced every trickle of water, leaving all space to be filled with subtler challenges to the ear. The air almost crackled with crispness; it was alive with the massed animation of millions of infinitesimal crystallizations The Schalliberg Glacier, a little away to their right, had its own living whisper, th sum of the innumerable tiny creaks and fractures of its jostling molecules of ice. Up here, where the quiet of night was suffused with this audible stir of the forces fashior ing the earth, it felt as if some murmurous joint voice of all existence were abroad and life itself were trying to make its high urgency felt. “Pretty good,”’ Gollen said presently. “Yes, it’s all right,’’ answered Bell. Gollen waited a minute or two. Then he asked, ‘Is it all right--enough?”’ “Oh, yes,” said Bell; ‘I’m sticking on.” flatness. lieve done since we more in action —real, feigning conventions had Pres-

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back the tawny hair noe her eyes. “I'd rather not. Live and let live. It’s all in the day’s work. There's nothing so extraordi-

Hamilton.” “I know.” He did | you worry nary in it, Mr ‘I'll speak to him myself as I go down though sa lion Jenny. le looked unutterably tired, itually Spiritually he wa e stood there still looking at first of all, his tiredness. you a cup of tea, Mr. nerce ‘et she saw, ] ll | make Hamilton?” ‘Sha EVENING POST MY DEAR Continued from Page 5 ‘No, no. It’s too late for me to come in.” ‘Then you go home to bed, Mr. Hamil- ton, and don’t worry about that Heiner Good night, and thank you.” ‘Good night.” He turned away with a smile another of | ing looks. , giving her wondering, to we TTY worship- about S queer But he meant that Heiner. On his way downstairs he knocked sharply at the man’s door, and when it was opened he spoke to him man to man ll from him as But he could get smiling derisive brusquely and The mantle of the he spoke to Heiner nothing more than protestations out of him. plainly, as priest fe and Jenny locked her door and folded her scattered work away and covered up the sewing machine. But before she drew her curtains across the window —the tained upper window in i . ley —she leaned again upon the broad sill to look out. She breathed the spring. The Rose and Lily shuttered and dark lights in high windows here and there dis- closed sordid secrets, but why look through? The moon still rode high up in the sky and stars were bright. Below, saw the curate emerge and go walking up the alley in the direction of the vicarage to his habitation. Then, walking slowly by, shoulders humped, hands feet scarce lifting from the trod, came someone else. She knew the sleek cut of that battered and soiled suit of clothes, the lapels turned up over the shirt- less chest; she knew the thin, rangy sil- houette He looked desolate there in the moonlight, She I wonder if Mrs. Leave said, and turned him out. They'd never!” But landladies did; landladies had to; landladies w human, hungry, str like ‘Where's he she thought, leaning out. WI he turned the cx the alley only cur Was

she give n over aimlessly, dee p in pocke ts, pavement they very desolate. thought: they've done as everyone else. going looked rner of egeter was swallowed up by the wider street beyond. She turned back, looking into her own rocm + that she toiled for; for preservation was single-hea whose she } door rtedly jealous; where her was locked and her curtains where, and even in the drawn; i turmoil, peration midst of de Was peace ine room took her to it as in a sisterly embrace She belonged to it, and it was her \ possession. Home that she had made t place quiet and clean—Jenny Croft's Never, never would she let weakness enter, despoiling hands rob the room of any of the qualities that furnished undressed and lay down in the behind the tall old screen e got a reg’lar flat; bed and sitting; wiv that screen arrangement ! It makes me larf!"’ said Mrs. Leave rar corously to neighbors, but in her eye the housewife hunger all the same —and dreamed not of Lewis Heiner, nor of the fair, parched, ascetic parson; but of a tall, rangy, defiant boy, with flannel coat buttoned up over a shirtless chest when the spring nights were cold very cold and yet sweetly bitter with the hint of young delights that such a boy had forfeited. So she

narrow bed pretends she’ Scree} Was ee mu = was at the ready-made Gents’ ) Clothing Store in Whitechapel Road with her work at ten o'clock the next morn- ing. That was the appointed hour when they would have two dozen pajamas cut out and ready for stitching She did the buttonholes, too, of the pajamas. Pajama were light clean work no dark fluff to come off on the fingers, soiling them; no weight to make the hands ache. She liked them rmort Moreover, it Was a ravishing W hite- nearly April, a basket or two of flowers to be Ing, and even chapel were very see} to the and the e passed through the store smelling workrooms at the owed her back,

June 25,1927 ‘Hello, Jenny; we got the ‘em back Pajamas ready. Want tomorrow night a latest. And there’s a gentleman inquiri) for you agine, my deat Left his card th time, and my old lady says | nime’ ways in the piper he says he’s a rea nob in artist wil famous —-and_ sh

says to tel] you trom her that yo ire not} 1 —-not that You're ing more nor less than a born for

1 want to lose your work, my deat a better pence; there var a good worker. I don’t ask Might shilling ‘I don’t want to sit to ar y artist, thar you I } t now a bit about There’s a woman in Gr s and ter artist's mode Alle y lair t eny rove drinking herself to death who used to be a mode! She says ‘What's the end of it all?’”’ ‘Lor lumme, Jenny, you don’t need to think of theend yet agirllike you. You're s’ young. I'd give him atrial. You don't need to give up working lor me ent rely, but you could just see how you liked it ‘What's he giver Dealy?”’ ‘ Besides, could mike her wi: Anywiy, m) says I’m to tell you you're nothing more you to talk t« you got sense nor less than a born fool not to tike a chance ‘ange tds cobe Galan ihe. Dek thanl you ‘Well, just to remember | iddress ‘What're you getting ou ol t Mr Dealy? I'ma jus to know If ever I seen a girl bent on tiking care of herself \ fine gentle as if he owns | though would his proprietors

sav cut- pajamas in her strong young arm, when he saw her face lighted like the spr morning and her life dropping f tawny hair riotous with rom under the old black hat, red mouth laughing while it chatfed Mr. Dealy, he gave a sort of spr and cried: ‘By Jove, l told Dealy murmured ‘I’m Victo and her the girl herself! _ ot you about ten 0 clock, - \Ir Maur, a sort of painter,” said the artist, staring at Jen: ind I've been in here after you half a d tin my child. Haven't they told you ‘Yes, they told me, sir.” Chen why ' left my address.” didn’t want to, sir She took him abac! haven't you been to see me

to!” He glanced about t vi room with its long deal table where hunct backed cutter was snipping away without taking a moment off to look up at anyone however unusual; he saw the dirty w dows and smelled the foulness of year You didn’t want to! What do you me ‘I don’t want to sit to you.’ The man Dealy, shouted for b wilt somewhere in a back region, withdrew, and they were alone save for the hunchh ed utter, who seemed hardly hun nywa The artist stood and looked at Jenny Croft he looked and looked - not as Heiner did, not as the curate did —there was neither desire nor worship in his face, only an o mastering and imperious annoyance and impatience I hunt mode where, you know. | visit hospitals and slums looking for mode

I'm just wanting — have wanted for mont} past -something new. Something different A little while ago I was visiting the Lond hospital here —I was looking fora part lla tv] Coming aw Iw ed past tl | e and saw you 1 yett on a tram ‘Mr. Dealy’s told me all Inquir about your "ies [or me.

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THE SATURDAY Water—$10 a Glass vourself and your family from water which INSURANCE COMPANY EVENING POST (Continued from Page 90 ““Nonsense!”’ said the artist, in a fury of impatience. “‘You are what I want. That is all that matters. I could make something with you. I’m not quite sure what, until you come to me and I try you. All I know is that you are what I want and I must have you.” “I’m doing steady work; regular work and ‘‘What is your steady work? Sweatshop stuff! Your name’s Jenny Croft, I hear. Now. Jenny, my child, I'll pay you well while you’re sitting for me, I promise you. I shan’t let anyone else have you till I’ve done with you—that’s my way. But you'll do quite well s “I’ve worked up a fair amount of busi- ness in my own line, sir, and I'm not going to change for something that is all taking chances.” ““Are you afraid to take c} You don’t look like a girl who’s afraid. “I’m not afraid of anything.” Le Maur exclaimed, watching her face, That’s the look I want. The one you have And then he said persuasively, ‘‘ Of course you'll come to me, child. Of course you will. You'd love it. I'd teach you to. I want to begin my new picture next week, now that I’ve seen you close. You're better than I thought. Far, far better. Quite wonderful. You'll come to me next week, on Monday at eleven.” “No, thank you.” “T’ll pay you a guinea a day for every day that we work, you know.” “No, thank you.” He cried incredulousiy, “I won’t accept your absurd denial.’ “Tf I say I shan’t, I shan't.”’ Le Maur looked at her very ; And again his eyes flamed in a fury of im- patience. But he laughed. He put up a most delicately fingered hand, chin and wagged it. They looked at other. He very slight, very pallid, yet so electric that al he did and said and looked seemed full o vitality “You'll come,” he said. at eleven, you'll lances, then? now narrow! her took each was tall “On Mond: You give me al ing.”’ And he come. sorts of ideas. Good morn turned and walked out. She looked through the open door of the down the length of the shop, the workroom, opened entrance door, and awaited |! through saw that a im colored maroon, with a chauffeur up holstered in maroon too--about which a cluster of street urchins had gathered. The hunchbacked cutter looked up. He had heard without seeming to hear, and car a long slim car seen without seeming to see. ‘Put ‘is card in yer pocket.” “T don’t want his card “Ah, well, yer know Mr. Dealy can give ‘is address any time.”’ address had already written ‘ n: Victor le Maur, Velas- quez Studios, Che : “My, it’s fine to be a good-lookin’ gal,”’ said the hunchback. “If I could fe it'd be jest a good-loo] in’ isea choose what I'd be in] gal. You’ve got roof an’ meat an’ drink an’ clothes all in yer face. S’ easy.”” He went on snipping at his shoddy clot} in’ gal I'd for me if I was a good-loo! see the high lights. No Dealy’s “Good looks fade; work goes on ‘*Good looks don't fade before the ve lever clever! if a gal’s Oh, you got it all your way, you women, rned their life pension little as you seems to know it. She was pleased to go out again from the dingy place into the glory that the } ot} ad . aq broug She had the p spring day ! even in her arms. and buttonholing Dealy was in a But she bought for them this time lurry } from one of the tlower baskets a few daf- fodils, and didn’t mind cloistered day the idea of the nto Greengrove Alley at twelve o'clock, she met the woman who had mce posed to artists whose names were still alive and | but she was barely June 25,1927 alive and there was no flame in her. N nimbus of fame burned about her head though probably picture of her in the flush of her first full-blooded outhf prettiness hung on walls ¢ seurs in two continents mouth dragged were like most of the ot! er ] pale, the lines of her figur I se Wa ver re had gone ar ] NT Her lotne alley--coverings from which all definite color had faded She had had no quality but a brief 1 beauty, dependent on extreme yout! ne courage, no acumen, no wit, no desire, n¢ divination; she had not had, ever mple industry. She had flowered in studios fif teen years ago, been d been Care le . and now her the dust neap She with the strongest of all nat s instinct she clung to the life which | no use fi her. ‘“‘More work?” she said to Jenr passing. ““More work. And you?” ““T’m just off to the registry office agair But there are more women than jobs.” “Have a couple of my daffies for you room.”’ The woman took the two flowe vith their attendant long spi rated carefully from Jenny’ ‘Nice, aren't they? 7 Fancy, I roses from Pic cad lly ‘‘Le Maur, at one time | Velasquez thought, climbing her stai roses from Piccadilly, an She uncovered her sew There was a clamor far window It was after « ole one prang up ar ght perhaps. Fighting a color, which always mad She leaned far out indeed a fight Sc acaan and screame¢ Was women ran tne doorsteps Jumped Ww piew,. The pol e! As soon whistles she new th woman had run for their | VETTE oming SNe NU! great dar gures int Then, in response to w them Mrs. Le ed ¢ and tried to aw her ¢ swaving, hitting, swe r Women rushed out ar if they could; pushed tl still s Jenny’s practice caught didn’t break away stantly —the law would | even as she loo ed, ne ran, and one fe ind str and fell again, and me reeling against the supp: house, covering himself of the houses. She ew low She knew |} ! Just s tne other wome their men, so Jenny rus! her man. They had other now and wralr } ing and defiant under the of his old felt hat —as she to and from Dealy’ somew here ‘ dark flights of stairs, } h If ope only f oF porr I ry KNOW ige ready to receive } there he groped range as if blind, and she put ¢ pulled him in and shut t The h woe en + trencned and larreling at the bach the police force, one or two arrests aer like 1qaead mar ‘ f hi ior} ] 4 cy , his bright defiant eyes pi half doze an you Jenr had bunches ¢ Studios,” Jenr ny ma t ne flown beneath he ad lighted her gas and was making butt 1 looked out \ id ay ine her Hblood race window. The es Ol me oug } lrer r | dren o if { Wi tle is she heard th } some lespe elp and that the I VO « ( v” into th re ) ‘ é } ng. n ‘ f j + f ’ ] ) ‘ re from out i th r eized é é en } 1oor a ( é iwo ‘ i erTrce 1 eve If ¢ n Ther ( nd ne 4 { 4 4 * rugs 4 TE r ng S of the h t shadow + + + + n f lé y jy } } f s 4 c ‘ | ,et he wasr ¢ j oked é , hard } t irda ili¢ iown t n ent ¢ ner W ne mated A n ft a ‘ ong r ne reet 10 4 ? and i > ‘ , fy ‘ ’ r he S a y the \ t Ne r il 1 e door ! LA t I their own roon nad n ae pe I h irdas é ) lant ron her sh} ] Continued on Page 95

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Continued from Page 92 Jenny’s judgment, so practiced with her experiences, told her: ‘*Get him in hiding Don't let George Leave see him, so some thing may start all over again. Drag him somehow; shut him in.” Shut him into the ipstairs room that was home? ‘Can you use your legs?’’ she whis- pered Faintly his dazed whisper came bacl ‘I I'm just winded Just nocked out ior the moment She put around him her lea sho ced at Well she it tightened was his big frame knew lie felt empty. There were t and the tlesh wasted on then muscles soft with famine can,” she whispered, and so they achieved the stairs Heiner looking out; no heads at all looking out. There was no Peop e were quiet is mice, with their doors locked and the keys turned. It was alway row, with the police concerned Danby him down flat on i big She pro Ways so aiter pelled the boy into her room, let her bed and locked her door. She hurried across to her window, ¢ drew the curtain Now s, and shut out every They no one was the wiser were She went back to the he had fainted. She gave him water ponged the blood from his face and head; and bandaged him with strips torn from And then, lay there, semidazed, flopped, inert, as ponged the contusions on his ribs hest: one of her harsh towels us he still if never in this world could he move again, ashe the set about the business of attending to real pared food, frying he necessities of his case. She pre r tomorrow’s supply ol bacon and potatoes, and making And the tal e, bread cocoa. while she was at cutting and spreading it wit} having left st behind margarine, the his edge ot the him there to re heard a litt screen, she le round the noise, saw gaunt fingers come look that Alley, Summer Street and Primrose Street knew pull it aside a little. The screen, | and other girls of Greengrove she o well, was turned upon her ‘Who are you?” he inquired in an al- most nonexistent voice. “Jenny Croft.” "| I’ve seen you before “Don’t talk. Ina minute I'll have some thing for you to eat ‘Eat?”’ “T know all about it You're hungrv.” ‘Hungry She br vught him the ray setting i or ‘Itisnet. I’ve got more. I'll have mine t tne table eat an ”” But he could not eat, as a matter | f 1 iirst given him a arir the steamil COCO iising him w h her arm bracing hersell oehind hin nd holding the That’s darned good,”’ he shook out in a feeble Ole ‘I'll fold the bolster over so ju can lear igainst it 1 to eat while I see to my owr shut hir wail vith the screen she t the table eating bread and l e, dri ng cocoa tening to tne tter of nis t feand I She ent behind the screen, repler hed his cup ym the cocoa jug, returning to the table nd her probien She was not shocked at the w = een him ¢ ny, but ne was sn ed that re oming sudder on him with the jug ol cocoa had seer she had know? with out formulating that he would beshocked it reve ‘! need; which was wt she nad ar the screer ound hin iving nim to teed i street dog Be cause she nev she Kne i lo bout si’ I "t t What to do with him? He was homeless She | 1 guessed last night vynen she had een him passing so late, that his landlady THE SATURDAY EVENING POST had \l Leave f inne ! oO He had where to ge Non f No food. No job. H is, moreove trouble here was his part in that re just now, and probably a dozen fellow re idy to pick on him again if he showed himself before it was, at ar rate partiy, forgotten By now, if she hadn’t rushed for him and got him— as the ot} women got their mer home if they could — he ould have beer at the police statior They were kind the police; they would somet ny Ma locked up doesn't so much matter, but for hin ‘ one knew he was different. It was why the girls chased him and the met ed on hit There was silence oe} 1 the - Getting on a ight ne i i He nade no answer, save a little groan. She » and went to hin huddled, ghastly. His bruised skin showed beneath the jacket, from which ¢ the but tons had been torn. He had after all only enter little of the food ‘He’s too sick,”’ she said to herself. She knew also when people were too } ingry to eat safely She laid him back in the bed and co There » problem for was n her that night as to what to do with hir There was only one thing to do, and that there. Pull off his shoes was to Keep him le socks; tuck him up in coat her hot- and deplora and trousers just as he was; w er bottle to his feet, bathe his head and keep the cocoa jug steaming hot She did these things simply. They were the limit of what she could offer hin In Green grove Alley this passed for a high standard of sick nursing; for ar most decadent he boy Danby awoke and through | His fee reple nished from head to foot, s temples went hammers of pain were against a newly hot-water bottle \ partly over one eye. sorts had slipped bandage of He wanted to put up a hand to push it back, but actually could not. Walling him in was an object, a fold- ng sereen some seven feet high: a funr y sort of screen with colored scraps and pic- res from illustrated supplements and Daylight c: over the top of this screen, so that it calendars pasted on it be daytime. His sheets were very clean Yet he wore his othes~ his jacket and trousers. Beyond the wall of the funr screen he heard someone poke a ire ‘Ts inyone there Where am ] There came round the screen a girl of middle height, very thin, with gorgeous hair on which a sunbeam fell. She was very pale and large-eyed from her vigil, but ree low re you alter that night ee] I don’t know 1 the 1) She smiled. She looked so innocer ind aie d vet her smile w 30 wise. It nel I bet I kno And after the smile had said the words for her, she | them herself Don't you? I bet I do I fee I fee th ( Y ou move No looking up at this Lo a o cious that above he wanted to move that he must move t ne eful object. His mind lered | vd to move, and his body disobey His ed and given up the gnt. Something had ipped that rd of resist ‘ him. Hazily he re ed £ y sh! What ght! He couldn't move I can't! Lore with her pale smik nevine ihbou ne did, i ) ter ble thing. He wept ving on his ir the ag eve irning from her to the \ t too excruciating, he ed i, wu } nuckle n eve e ? r ed body and shive m fror } ed bod nad y her hre 1 rving Dimly he eco 1 d hin () y leur YY 1¢ mr TT! RE was no small wus the ry ‘ Br i, battere ! ne s ed } ocke nin ] I start gy from his PN EVE ‘ } ; ’ {turned hin ‘ ‘ hing om! ed T ‘ N Y Od na ew ad There ‘ ty it ‘ bed, sl g Jenny's Jenny mit tior Ad other da | no A. In the daytime she illed sicle d he watched her wv chine: the hing whirred iwt less, st as Jenr he { seeme When the screen was thus ed t lked some mes he Vas leit she took her work ba to De home wit! n armful more she kept the att roon tle hurr hing nd brushing « 1 woman's breast It took the stuffir him what stuffing was left He ill his st ing to keep his upp r eep his bright defiance, just now But those four daffodils! He wondered if she had ever seen th in Bond Street, where azaleas wi showing now; azaleas and hyacir and roses; and what she would say denly someone gave her an arn ‘ Ss expected in the old le hbetter-looking re | no b ‘ t harming As he lay and looked sometime vhile she stit ed, | ‘ver any - more would he eally very beautiful, so t nd strong and g uM of hair tossing above the sew y But ther n the night hye med screen trom the room bevond, whe wake nd restless, the f ir ¢ take to themselves t nye tbe iste tan g close bes e nin niry ner ellow t WOUId Ne ( eller tnur nd lilies in Bond $ She ent « her bye j Hew rt wed mer ne y ae *You husine aid sli Phe I ad l¢ ott ‘ 1 | net » St i e two ct ( vt) } } e } | ne t the end and Or he t | t j ning nd ef 1 4 ur ne} ) ) he room. Mo wk 1 the es. J the vu he vr iy Inco! 1 ( I nike } the wear y te iM st oO? ‘ Continued on Page 98 Oo i it ol ed to ther 1 he Ss 2] eT ught 1 n ) Il MI ri's BRUSHING LACQUER vi » Mur ‘ 1 . [© RPHY LS] phy Lacquer

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Play 100d Jlubs Jrom the beginning Getting away to a bad start will bring ou up to a poor finish. Golf isa game f skill and accuracy, and the playing afterward. principles learned at the beginning will influence your game ever lo beginners this advice and invitation is extended. Go to the nearest Grand Slam dealer and let him explain why proper mastery of the game depends largely upon the use of the right clubs He will show you the complete assort nent of wood clubs, and the balanced that Grand Slam set, and help you to choose ind graded irons comprise the the particular clubs needed to start and p your game right. KOC SLAM BS ie so constructed as to secure varying The es with the same easy swing ib does the work, letting concen ror } Ne stroke \ S700 to 8] 0 for Grand \ ( ee nd hickory haft OO «¢ hn tor the rOUs ‘ | ith steel shafts lf rl near yo write t fk ( y of our interesting ly ible Happier Golf HILLERICH G BRADSBY CO. lle, Kentucky THE SATURDAY Continued from Page 95 little; dead. He lay there in the pajamas she had given him. soon they would be It had been on the first day that she ar- ranged with Dealy the matter of the pa- ‘“Mr. Dealy, I kept back a suit of the pink and white. I want to present toa friend. I'll pay for it this week You jamas make a and next if you'll kindly deduct it. know me, Mr. Dealy.”’ ‘All right, Jenny Croft. I know you.” No one in the house knew of Jenny’s pa- tient. No one in the alley knew. ‘Yes, it’s strange,”’ she admitted. ‘‘But we all mind our own business. It’s the only way for poor people to live. Mind your own business.” He replied softly, ‘‘If yours where would I be now? you’d minded 1 “That's different. We go out of our ways to help each other, of course. But only for that ‘*Supposing they knew? ‘Well, they'd mind their own business.”’ ‘I’m getting better.”’ ‘Yes, you'll be twice the man you were 99 in another two days or so.” ‘T’ll be twice the man I was,” smiling, and he turned his face to the wall. Twice the man he was, and still living under a working girl's roof, eating her food and wearing the clothes she bought. “What are you doing now?’ he asked presently, his face still turned away. “I thought you’d only seam to stitch.” “I’m running over your suit. I’m patch- ing the seat of the trousers, and here are the coat pockets nearly torn out.” He lay there, accepting her labor, hating himself. ‘You need a shirt “T haven’t a couple of pence,” swered in a hard, rough voice “You can have a couple off Dealy. I'll arrange.”’ ‘Like you arranged these pajamas. Oh, he echoed, one rnore a couple of shirts.” he an- don’t you understand, I can’t She with sereen round him She sat at the table patching the old gray trousers neatly with a scrap of flannel she had begged from the hunchback cutter. It nearly matched. The smile was joyful on her mouth. Didn't she understand that he couldn't! She knew plenty of men in that alley and elsewhere, only too glad to let women work 1 a smile and pulled the “Go to sleep.” rose for them, only too glad to send women out to work, only too glad to take of the fruit of women’s toil Jut he, at least, though her bed, her food and the was ashamed he took her roof, fruits of her labor, He was ashamed. In that moment she was proud. She gloried in him She went out made her and way to Dealy's with a glowing heart. On the way home again, she saw a red geranium ina pot It was In a queer place the window of a secondhand-clothes shop but then, of course, people sold anything they could, where ver tney could, when the need was upon then She longed for the geranium, nad wet I It's eight yx ( d nadhand otne ae She oul | ow home , ticipating its future. It would last a long time t would stand on her window ledge between the curtal vould tlower and fade l he t ) vould fade and tlowet again and again and aga EVENING POST June 25,1927 Jenny's face and saw there her whole glad- ness and delight. “Isn't it a lovely flower?”’ His breath went suddenly. His heart He shut his eyes and He could see lovely full of them. shabby ached in his breast turned to the wall. flowers them, And, plant She came and went about the geranium, watering it, picking off a yellow leaf or two, testing the mold in the pot. She said: “Tt wants feeding up flowers want feeding, like people. Mr. Leave knows a jobbing gardener; I might get him to give me a little paper bag full of new earth good rich garden earth.”’ It did not matter that he neither replied nor seemed to listen Two shirts remained on the table, out of the lot she had returned that day. Two the minimum of underwear for cleanliness and respectability. Two ac- cursed common print shirts for him a gift gardens, conservatories redolent of that gracious just to rooms remind him, shirts from a working girl. He suffered with shame She lighted a little careful fire in the grate. Another spiritual need of an invalid was the sight of a fire when a coldish day became gray. She began to make the eve- ning cocoa for both of them. She arranged his cup and plate on the chair which she drew up to his bedside. He sat up and she hung shoulders, in dressing gown, his oid gray flannel jacket, mended, sponged and pressed. The evening light and the firelight— all fires seeming to love to burn readily for her fought to make light and darkness of her hair. Night painted a picture, with the window curtains framing it. High above all the housetops night painted the fading Between Jenny about his lieu of a sky and one brave star. and the window the geranium stood on the table. Looking from Jenny to the sky in a frame, from the sky in a frame to the gera- nium, he knew it to be one of the flowers that he had ever seen loveliest There was The young man comedy. Was it Danby hardly knew. charge called upon him ( omedy ? The curate in when he was alone, still lying in bed and trying desperately not to think too clearly. The room was fresh and clean, the window the wonderful geranium on the hung unob- There came a sharp knock at the door, and not know- l , John Danby ing what else open wide, window ledge. A scured over Greengrove Alley blue sky to say called, ‘Come in.’ Matthew the bed an Hamilton walked right d sat down, without preamble ip to They knew each other by sight perfectly. Here, the curate in charge was aware, | the wastrel who was at the bottom of half Alley This, Bad Boy Danby recalled, was the parson who had the trouble in the tried, so often and so ludicrously, to get at him; to lure him to young men’s club or gymnastic society; who was always messing about he parson who on vut himself in his one occasion had ¢ } tin patt a da * Loo here , oug t to be going ¢ e this. Car | efo Dant i me Witt } rf e shoulde » ste le a iY I id nake the be 0 now “We dre ) t me tl time Ihe ite i ) dowr } ( ed ft nds ‘ ‘ wked on his nee nd then his eve me | old ‘It is nothing of the kind.” ‘She took me in.”’ id ‘You took her in.”’ ‘What the hell do you ‘s ; ‘I’ve seen you loafing about this neigh You're no good here, and you've no place here. You have borhood for months now. a very different place.” Sf ‘My business entirely. I’m my own man.”’ a ‘You overestimate yourself. You're anybody’s man for a meal or a drink or a soft job or a racing tip.”’ The Rev. Matthew Hamilton got home there. He reached the young man Danby and landed his blow well and truly. There was no defense before the glitter of his gray eyes not at all the same eyes that looked upon the babies at their christen- ings, or the dying upon their poor beds, or upon Jenny Croft. “I’m down and out,” said John Danby . sullenly. ‘You should be ashamed to say so.” oo “Perhaps I am.” The young man Danby smiled wryly He was ashamed! Ashamed! The pink- and-white-striped pajamas at which the parson was even now staring; the two = shirts that had been folded upon the table “Who are you, Danby? Won't friends stand by you?”’ “T have no friends.”’ “Tried ‘em out, eh?”’ your “Go on,” said Danby passionately. “Go on jawing. Why you fellows can’t mind your own business beats me. But go on!” refuge, the wall, away from his shames, from the He flung over, his face to that charity of the room, the Rev. Matthew Hamiltor rose from the bed on which he |} the preaching of The id seated himself and walked over to the window He leaned his elbows on the ledge and put his head on his hands and closed his eyes ‘ He was deadly tired. He was more ti parsor hy the knowledge that Jenny Croft had - this fellow in her room than by all his hard days and nights of sacrifice. Jenny, the flower on that dunghill; the lone star set above the spiritual shambles of Greengrove ” Alley! With his eyes shut he saw ahead of ; her the steep hill down; the burden of sor row and humiliation laid upon her un- bowed shoulders. .He saw her defeat. He saw her spirit dying. With his eyes shut and his white tight lips unmoving, he prayed for her He knew women. He, the ascetic, star grim and pitiful he knew them; their incredible passions; their incredible love incredible squanderings; the incredible burdens with which life loaded them in ' such places. Not Jenny! Oh, dear God, 3 not Jenny! Hamilton was roused from his speec! les praying by her return. He heard flying ; feet on the stairs, the door opened very ari? . She cried in dismay and confusion, ‘‘ Mr Hamiiton! You! } Dismay and confusion? He turned ar idowed eyes And peace came to n rhe surge of male ange “ he new frank! Vnat Vas M i ded | heart as he nad 1lo ( oO Danbyebbed. Her face ear, white daur Ss 1 ya Was st the face of ag i u ndaered I me to our patient, Jenr i wht St agree my a | now Continued on Page 100

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Have your bra Spe hb Reciads t the i st Ru Sery eS br ss Fan Belts tor all cars ire echict satety device ¢ r car Hood Lacings Ins on is your Protecti« t gency Brak tor Fords Manufacturing Company, Mid tow " ; ‘ ; 1 . sey j | necticut. Established 18% Bra ot 1 rf sims { levating anc 1 ‘ } New York, Detroit, Chicago, Atlant THE SATURDAY this worst embarrassment of all cemDar- f W t tests have proved this. For instance, after a iL Vays of th t st of its st pping qua ies, Mr. L. A. Herard } stl \ of Kansas City, Missouri, made this state- Was it i ment: Istopped my Chrysler, withfour-wheel Are y c brakes lined with Rusco, in 18 » feet, going Are y« i 0 miles an hour This 1s 1¢ feet quicker with the cl andit t than police require, and is a practical guar t next t he'll have Rusco Brake antee ot safety ryan ! Brakes when WET, too! Rusco Brake I : is treated witha special They use special mechanical equ th { iter ha Oo ¢ tonit insures correct riveting of lir | vet weatl t as well as in dry inds a oper ¢ nter-sink I this, ce ire the stop} listance heads I Vk i w how t ish fal car with that of ir | 1 | \ ot just by Ip « Lit Before mak this tes Proper a tment prevent iF! | t AC 1 t b« th irs = R nics are trained brake me Costs you no more at, oil for the ed on 1today They Brake The Russell RUSCO BRAKE LINING % EVENING POST June 25,1927 Continued from Page 98 You know, Jenny, I’ve no father. If “Now, then,” she said angrily, ‘“‘I won't I'd had a father to look after me I've ofte have Mr. Hamilton talked to like that! thought os ‘Sorry.” “Well, you must look after yourself ““Mr. Hamilton's very good to all of us. like me. I haven’t a father, 1 iny mother And you mustn’t think,” she said, turning either.”’ to the curate in charge, “that just because could have told her that was a I’m putting a sick friend on his feet little different. He was a gentleman; she again i working girl. His temptations were mu She paused. A flush ran to her white tiple hers, irely, so few inattractive cheek bones. Hamiltor it, Danby temptations too. Besides, it w ill easie saw it for a woman, of course “T know your kind heart, Jenny,” said He could remembe mother pleading the curate, ‘only, it is what people would that, with ! old uncle wh« i financed think. What do you suppose people would them bot! ‘Tt o hard for a high- think, Jenny?” pirited young mar was her plea “‘T don’t suppose,”’ she said hardily. “I He hesitated. ‘You don’t understar know.”’ men, perhaps, Jenny.’ “How long are you thinking of keeping “Don’t I! We understand men all right your patient?” in Greengrove Alley. We have to.”’ ‘I--I don’t know. Till he’s wel He subsided on the pillow. “You ta “T’ll come in every day, if I may awfully well, you know, Jenny, if you don't “Do, Mr. Hamilton. Come in and ta mind my saying so. I me really, I’ve to him.” icational advar The curate in charge took up his hat and ‘ t bee it went slowly to the door. His heart was 1 sick and appalled; his mind full of appre- e pretty good if hension and a sense of the terrible inev- then I went t itable. Was it not terribly inevitable? And ‘ I’ve read in his veins ran something hotter, more like retty nearly every bo n Mr. Han nL} ’ ” controlled and Qs! ton s library too red blood, than the currents that us ly flowed there. ‘‘I, too, “T suppose thers no dou that | am aman,” he thought to himself. At the wasted my time at Oxfor door he turned, looking back at her. She “You've been to co e! stood leaning against the table, her hat She stood at the w vy. her ba to the pulled off and her hair tossed, looking after light. He could not have seen how wistf him, just as she had stood on the night that and eager were her ey¢ fixed on him, long he came in and chased away Heiner ng for him to be a little gloriou Nor Heiner, and now here was this Danby, and could he, perhaps, have read them, had he there were all the forces of the foul street ee! ranged against her. ‘““What can you do?’’s isked urgent Would all his vigilance keep he “How do you meat Do? Well, I from the mud in which everyone around hadn’t made up my mind exactly what I'd her walked? like to do, when—when it all happens ‘Tomorrow I'll t ou some i I'd e you to “Tomorrow,” she answered, watching understand Do We I I ! ie, and and smiling. Danby leaned upon } f I’m a fair shot, and my tenr > pretty bow, watching her too. The door shut upor ot. Do? Well, I sup; ea lot of things Hamilton. Slowly she took a eet of newspape “Jenny, does he think I’m bad for you from the table; it was the front page of the morals?” Times, which had arrived that room a ‘“‘Never mind what he thinks. People wrapping about the last bundle of shirt make their own morals, and keep ’em or ‘Like this,”’ she read from the persor break ’em as they choose.”’ advertisement column: *“People make their own morals?” Gentlemar oe? “Tf they've any guts.”’ \ f { ‘ emt ; “What about fate “ : , . “Rats!” The young man Danby raised himse He was a little uneas pathetic. He his elbow, his mouth dropping a wanted petting and sympathy, and to be understood. e mused ill that money ‘**Sometimes fate seems all against a fel nd the nds of pounds pe low.”’ haps spent or ! iY t the end ;: U ‘Tle should stand ip tot Continued on Page 103 _ i \ j ji an Hl 1 a Wj j Uw, wer pono Automobile Accident? the Chaperone!"' ‘“*‘What on Earth Happened to Bill? **Nope; He's Been Dancing With

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Continued from Page 100 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST She ( nto intent meditatic He Y« | a ound hims¢ He nd himse ] é n the young 1 ect i ( mere 1 adr t ter te 1 ‘ r ( - ire { her nin f ilne and became é >| 2 ; ke« + it hie 4 n ? qr nr ‘ ? AT 4 ee tee ie ee tS : Kolding ive i 1 I t + t elu tant ‘ ere n vache : S I Ippose ou thir I'n perfect ’ ght.” mem be i ; ' * ° gt ae ee aa ae 5 fe : ft urniture I'l] put the kettle on now Here Danby ed t I don't t ieast se ] she poked the fire, brought out her now he ud rT ‘ t a i ! ind proceeded to eke out the The curate t ] it “We ‘ ’ A 7 . _— m upon the bread. Tt had heen raining a long. V shall be hack at gh . You can TRUS1 tle outside, but the rain ceased and the In Danl r mie Serve } . : thie oom Then ame Nhe isua the door locked a t ou ea H ! ' Isn't that lovely ere laughi! it ( n Ff ii ‘ I ill { He knew of sunshine out in great greer rhe picture of t ! ? ‘ e ind nient. TI ‘ ace ind out in great nect ct ! n! mint nile Ye ead rY ed t ning luring an Egyptian holiday a | 1: G 006 a ' net Phe mar me i ; c D pena u r ouring down on fl lis smile was dark and n hievous. He tre f ning 1 ‘ nine i inneled n ai ng Was on ! leys agal? tottering le¢ treet pe ‘ i 1 ? ‘ ] ee te oung men played tennis or ent and alone in the roon He yked about t rd t ent the tree He i ] } ne or + ( VeT + ‘ + ou Wi it al la e! N « + ( a a the lhe 4 ¢ , re } WW , | ng river, not that mud lood that place he had slept in before } t land or he ruder 1 1 M 99 ig ee ine he ha et in Infor is st ands on. Tuer moved forward he EDAL called Inshine n tt till, as a dwelling wit A mn to be or toppec Jenny ed it, mu i \r d Jenny left standing tent, of wi actually to be proud nat ¢ then, In an Instant, Danby is Wide . . ge tenn decyhtoncnee ee pa | ti ee nee, Dede ereineein ae es PEE ] \ ‘ He new that the u Ye ew ontent ibsolute pre I ‘ ‘ f ‘ for Home / Cam ean ere were the most beautiful that he She called it ome It ok me t i ‘ He ‘ r ( oT i ever seen of a time to get t ogethe he had told ? no? e. H m, and her eyes had ayed around t hed er ‘ Ihe curate Was purposeful, v iY a oom, ¢ ng separate the ndow ] ghtir I ( inrelenting. He did not show the relent tal b et and the straight muffle n } ‘ ne oO tho to Jen: but ept a the table overed wit! rig ottor Dar I tik the mar he curate, grin pale ( the bed w e bright coverilet to hir Heine ! len c etic the h he might | Was a mar n h, the cups and sauce the cle ‘ he turned nit mar He knew men and treated then reen. Pit ! the H t« Ile mile and ther new himse more Y n ement r ( \4 Sr \W\ Hie minced no word alone with Johr I i Littie a e& ¢ ‘ ea é l t [) 1 I) t en! esent did } } lone, it Was more tha € POssesse } Heine ? ! ru A fumble ar ng vords, choosing ther lone t t more Vi ‘ | i Hy 1 He N : aie te ju Ow he Was not present t ( ( i I ( ( \ ‘ vt uly a right id the Che curate nstructi ( irred t I ( I He 1 Hh t irate isquel) ‘Get up and dre you m. ‘‘Make uy ( Put e kett 1 r ! t 1 r ] ely ou i you nee t on for her.” Hew ed ou e roor | nd tne I ‘ W hat’ll nurse ? exe! ng his legs, ar elt bette H threw him out to tl Get up, Dant said the curate poked up the battened-down fire a little Ther ! j It wa not an order to an inferior so vith its slate e coa I put the ettie seni s da ag if | ’ - mu i plece OF advice to a social equa on the hob, f y or e tap « went ou She fe The curate spoke as a friend—a roug landing. It was nearly six « | she taking |} t y ‘ poken friend And Danby felt himself wouldn't be long ni le madi ed Dar s She ( i 7 from shame, bound to accede, much as he with impatient distaste— for five days she rubbed the | 1 —- ~~ dreade wing the facts of life away from — had done it for him across her trembling aA Y ip t bed, tl room. He crawled sha And then he was strangely tired agair John D te ! ( r FA “4 f it from his covers And it occurred to him to give her a sur pocket, and lo, it was not empty It | ‘I'm as weak as a ten.” prise; to lie down under the cotton co , 1 cle | ‘ ‘ H I’] ive you a day or two at the vic- erlet, Tully dressed, pretend to ( Sle no wonae »>wW se tende ? N | ‘ \ } rage, if you've nowhere else. You'll pic and then when she had come in and he vashed ned and tit there. Ve ip in no time.” judged, from the sounds of her ig cately and wordless he ped J He dressed himself. about, that their tea was ready, just to trembling red lips as a nurse wipes the ‘Make up your bed, and put the kettle draw aside the screen and walk out upon of a child hen st ill instinct n for her,’’ the curate suggested, ‘‘and her. Ra ealling for sul took her into his n Her head vyhen she comes back tell her the patient’s sequent against pre t nd ( ited her 1 leaving.” He was glad to lie down and pull the ‘I’m damned if I believe I can walk!’’ coverlet all over him; draw the screer TO 1 ON ED SHORT TURNS AND ENCORES ENS Ww PI G/N pie: fy | A LN £f > Continued from Page 30 ing his head and didn’t have a ome this city are seldom blessed w Pepito A tonalit A ! iwle r Quartuccio, a visiting artist, gave the most affluent; a rhythm v About the best one Jaspe ever pulled l¢ rhtful concert t ha neen n yood npe ible i! an inte . . bd , ” is when a meé ne WwW Was be given pleasure to hear t Y Quartuccio hrew ’ ‘ ‘ t or e vacant lot ba ol the hardware hi e the n t ( t 1 vho e! est ‘ é e. The medicine man was getting off a iin anyt y at ( f Qua t , + t of | A ls, when Jaspe illed « ‘ yn of the trite o r i r of w ‘ \Miste Va yuu raised by hand o hid il per int forthe w in iwo i om. / a‘ ey let ou l VOSE * We : eve the ¢ masters \r off | t sd ™ ‘ hody codded that herb doctor so much, he og 1 at e the me ; H ( ; “trate » ’ ‘mad n » the ne | \r ( Bb er ( id / ‘e . \] \ e | \ ( y 4 \ llor H \\ ( Very Young Music Critic Reports the nN FREE BOOK! First Hurdy-Gurdy Concert of Spring ae ne MMNTOSKE who were fortunate ¢ ug to he ID . 4 ‘ ’ ere treated to joyvou

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ind all this time they was rolling alor Past wood and ralle y and hill 1-cett farther and farther away From the town of Montzevi Through the ruins ef Esnes and Malancourt The car went whi ing on, Till at last the y come in sight of the churcl On the heights of Montfaucon. / There was batterie all around thi own 1-» aking a steady roar; 1nd Pudg 4 Monroe he yun to fee ! They was pretty damn close to the war " fn] _ 4} dan 9} 4] The y¥ followed atong the road » the north, Around the little town . } ] {nd a mile he yond, heside the road, The y stopped, and the ser jeant go dow? {nd Pudgy and Lee, they did the same And they told the driver good-by ; ind the y followed the sé rgeant acro a field Toa patch of woods near by. It was now the end of the afternoon, And the darkne wa ettling down, But under the trees they could see the shape 7 Of five tanks standing around. ind out from behind the nearest tank There udde nly appeared ! j worried-looking lieutenar ‘Are these all the got. ” he asked. “Yes sir.” major said these two were all he could spare replacements you answered the sergeant. ‘* The “How can we fight a war,” said the looey, very disgusted, “if they don’t give us any men! I'll have to use these two in the fifth tank, and I won’t have anybody in reserve, or any runners, or anything. And what about these men--dothey know anything?” ‘They're replacements, sir,” said the sergeant. ‘“‘They’ve never been to the Front before, but they spent three months at Bourg. They claim they know their stuff.”’ “Just give us a chance, sir,”’ spoke up Lee, ‘‘and we'll show you we're just as good us anybody you've got.” ““Never mind telling me how good you are,”’ said the lieutenant. “1 wouldn't think of using green men like you if I could help it. Sut I’ve got todo it. Come over here.” He showed them the tank the y was going to In the following morning's show; pre i eer > He said it was full of ga and ou, ] ined up, and ready to go. Then he took them into a dugout near by, And struck himse fa lig R And lita candle, and ope ned a map To « plain the co ning J ght. He pointed first to the Bois de Be uge The woods that they was in And then he showed the the field to the nort} From which the advance would begin. He traced, with the stem of his jimmy pipe, Straight north acro ome roads t} ( hown Then around to the west of the Re de ¢ nel, A a brook, and through 1 (re n trench the l mie edo he ) By Lwiggly tine of Olive T) p the hill behind the ch Continued from Page Il i understand uu pertect re llow about friend here Or ne understands t¢ I t ne ta ttie ny about pea \ Ye said Pud I ge f y we Only fa well! i he eute t | that case ne Kked | t Le I'l] make you tank commander We leave the woods at 5:30, and drive it f t of the infantry lines. The attack starts at 5:4 You will be on the ht i the ¢ tanks of tl $s piatoo You w guide on tne nfantry, keeping right behind the wave, and you will attack all nests and other strong You understand all about that ‘Certainly, sir * said Lee counter ‘After Romagne has been taken, you w return to the south side of the town. That will be our rallying point.” ‘Yes, sir ‘And now you better tur: ind get some rest. It’s after sever Where are your packs yo ‘**We lost them, sir,”’ said Lee ““Never mind,” said the lieutenant I have some extra ones here t} the men we sent back in the ambulance this afternoon > j a ¢ ple of c } {nd he took the ind f {nd ished the e ; » } They lit the car r ad ¢ ; “The more I hear about this tank bus ness,”’ he said, ‘the less I like it. I believe the best thing for me to do is sneak away from here while | got the chance **You make me sick,” said Lee, between bites on his hard-tack ‘This is the chance of a lifetime to show them what we can do, and get a permanent Job in a real outfit, ir stead of that filthy artillery. You kr one thing you have been wishing for is to ow the get out of grooming horses “But 1 don’t savvy these tanks. I couldn't drive one if I tried And that shave-tail’s map lecture was a total loss as far as | was concerned “It don’t make no difference whether you understand the map or not,’’ said Lee. ‘I am the tank commander, and I am the guy that is going to do the brain work on this party. I understand the map; I know just I got my trusty radium- lighted compass with me; and I'l] take you where we're going; through this attack as easy as if you was riding on a Puilman car.” “And what am I going to do?” “By rights you ought to drive, so I, as tank commander, could ride in the turret. But as you are so dumb, I will do the driv- ing. You will ride in the turret like a gen- tleman, and when you see any Fritzes you will shoot at them with that little millimeter gun. Nothing could be fairer than that; I do all the work and you have | the fun.” ‘But I don't know how to shoot one of them guns.” ‘All right, 1 will show you in the morn- ng. You can learn in five minutes, non ter how dumb y ‘I don’t like the idea.” Listen,” said Lee “Il am tank com mander now. You take your orders from me, and my orders Shut up and go to THE SATURDAY EVENING POST THz TIN LIMOUSII Viz j j Pp ( | 1 0 H { } } ; { j f ; ; | ] ; ] 1 1 \ ght, you big }j } ne n up there and get nat turret I wish I hadn't come Pud wish | was out of this ta You make mé 1 Lee ) that turret Then P / l Rit} hl , { } } } PP? y ] do | y MM MAYBE you d miss playing your 18 button-holes a day. But if youre like most men—listen! Just two shoulder buttons on SEALPAX. Step thru—button two —all thru! No double thickness over your chest to annoy you, either. No yawning gaps between buttons down the front. One un- broken sweep of com- fort. You're surely going to like SEALPAX! Boy Ss $1zes, too.

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istus Lee . ; } . j he ( ig this plain, , } 4 ; ign the rawr “We're moving ll follow the tank on Crank up! he yelled i' \ ir left until we get UW ne wv oods.” ‘Yes, sir,” said Lee, “ All ri the lieutenar ' on, as the } ht, Pudgy!”’ he went walked off. g g t Get out and crank her up! ‘Get out?” said Pudgy. “I just got ind | like to squeezed my self to death aoing it | never seen such little doors. g (m | a rabbit that I got to keep popping ir > You are out- de already; why don’t you crank your old out of this hole all day machine yoursel “Because I’m the tank commander, and you are my helper, and it’s your job. Come on. Outside, bum, and make it snappy.” Not a chance,” said Pudgy. ‘And as ir as I’m concerned, I don't care whether the machine ; cranked or not.”’ *Well,”’ said Lee, “I suppose I'll have to do it myself. Never in all my life have I a helpless fish as you are. You seen such , make me sick. ‘I hope | do,” said Pudgy. > P Ley } ! Lind Pudgy a ght, whnetle Lee wernt back After setting the « and spark (nd twisted the nk at the rear of the tank Till the for began to bark lhe motor rked and the motor roared And, although it u all boxed in, lt made every plat i that steel machine het ind } fearful din Old Lee come around with the crank in hi 7 hand, {nid climbed the driver's door . . eae ind he sat in front of Pudgy’s feet, (Jn da cushion on U floor ; ; ¢ 7? ; , } > lid } Riuti vite « he fe ha tdgy could touch L h th t/ 0 of his toe 7 He could hardly see him ct a because , j ; ile a itting down so lou , , I'he tank started up u ith a sudden jerk om . . That threw poor Pudqy back, head hit the ind the rear of his urret wal With a loud, resounding crack wung around to the left {id next, the > tannin A/a fairly ! Ly Pudgy va He like to fractured his hip. wely clip, hrowed to the side 0 hard ts quick as he could he braced his feet, ind grabbed a-hold of the gun, if he flopped and bounced abou | ay the tno fur They b vd along thre igh the ra hehind Phe chine thal ted the way ind so the y left the voods and came 1} t yi {ite , { ‘ avor, i/ / fhe 4 [ | hicke ore and more They Th fro ome infantry l ¢ ‘ rou ad | he l } / } ad d € ‘ \ diced the wr dou He there you big boob!’ yelled Pudg You to drive more careful or lw with you. I’m pretty near led already from this bumping ound I « "t he ed Lee “Too "iI } oise f \ 1 yot to drive more care ful!” ‘i can't hear you,” answered Lee. Shut those doors!”’ came a voice from outside. It was the lieutenant. “It’s al- most time to go,”” he went or “Start as 00 is the first infant Wave passes you into position outside THE SATURDAY P 1] . Yr > ’ I vas now a dark, and fhere wasn no To look out of that box at all, Evcept for some teeny-weeny slit ] In the sides of the turret wall. Old P idgy quir ted th rough one of these slit With a bright and gleaming eye, {nd soon he seen some infantrymer (70 walking nervoi ly by. hack his head, and he grabbed the He dreu {nd he braced his feet on the floor, \s the tank give a heave and started off ft! wn ¢ grand and gloriou roar. ? 4 } as the tank we nt bumping aiondg, For a time, Poor Pudqy had all he could do lo keep from slamming against the ide And busting himself in two. Then, after a while, he be gun to think He had better look out and see f if / wasnt time to begin to shoot \f the German infantry. But just as The machine went over a bump; {nd his With a sickening, pile-driver thump. he put his eye to the slit nose banged into the turret wall So after that he didn’t try To see He held on tight, and settled himself For a long and uncomfortable ride. what went on outside; And it seemed like Curtis Augustus Lee Was driving that old tin box entrenchments and shell hole and forts {nd cliff. and mountains and rocks. They must have over most all the rough ground In that department of France, A-pitching and twisting and bounding about Like a sort of Apache dance. gone And you couldn't te ll, on account of the roar Of the motor open wide, Whether or not there was bullets 1-flying around outside. and shells On and on went that tin limousine On and on went she For so long it seemed like a million years, Or all eternity. Till all at once come a terrible crash, And that great big tank stopped dead, With a shock that knocked old Pudgy Monroe For swel. bump on the head, rnother And after the crash come silence so deep That Pudgy’s ears fe lt queer; The motor had stalled, and all around There was not a sound to hear. ‘Holy Moses!”’ Pudgy busted the silence. ‘“*T wish I was out of this tank corps. What hit us?” “Nothing hit us,’ weak, from the driver's seat. answered Lee, sort of “T think we run into something.” “Youthink werunintosomething! What was it?”’ “It looks like a big tree.” And what's the idea of running into a tree?”’ It wasn’t no idea,” an accident.” “Is that any way to do?” said Pudgy. ‘First you half kill me making this thing leap from crag to crag like one of them Rocky Mountain goats, and then you al- most finish the job by running into a tree. Ain’t you got no eyes? Can’t you look where you're going?” “1 did look where I was going. But I got nothing to look through but this little slit; and the fog is so thick a guy can’t see noth- ing anyway.” ‘“*A swell driver you are!” said Pudgy. “The first time you drove a tank you run it said Lee. “It was EVENING POST into a officers’ mess, and this time you try to climb a tree. You ain't that’s all.’ “T can’t see that you’re onto yours much better. Why didn’t you them Germans we passed?” ‘Did we pass some Germans? “Well, I seen a lot of men moving in the mist,” said Lee, ‘that Germans tome. And from up in the turret you ought to of seen them plain.” “T seen nobody .”’ said Pudgy, tive, “that looked like Germans. ‘You should have,” said Lee. ‘* We come ] right through the first line of German de onto your job, shoot at around looked like very pos fense.”’ “You mean,” asked Pudgy, ‘‘that we're behind the German lines?”’ ‘‘We sure are,” said Lee. ing straight north, and checking with my compass. Everything is all right, except the other tanks and the infantry has got lost in the fog, and we have got a little to the right of our course and run into this woods, which according to the map is the Bois de Cunel.” “And what we going to do now?”’ “We're going to back out of this woods, and then go straight north to Romagne,”’ Lee answered. “All right then, let’s go. It makes me nervous laying in this woods. There might be Germans around.” ““Suppose you take a look,” said Lee. You can see better from the turret than I can from here.”’ ‘I been steer Old Pudgy looked out thro igh the lit at the rear, But all that he could see, Through the heavy, drifting fog, was the shapes Of a couple of stump and a tree. Then he looked th rough the slits at the and the sides, And there t nothing there i | lin the fo oomed wash But a few more trees tha With branches gaunt and bare. The only sound was the patt f And the ( yf some he avy she Ils er o rain, } f cia - mournful, wailing ery that was traveling along Far up in the thick wet sky. “There ain't nothing out here,’ said Pudgy; “only a bunch of trees standing around.”’ “Do you see any other tanks or any American soldiers?”’ “No.” “Any German soldiers?” “No.” “Fine! Then it’s all right for you to get out and crank the machine. Here is the crank.” And he slid something back along the floor. “What!” said Pudgy. ‘“‘ Me get out and crank this old thing? I should say not! There might be a regiment of Fritzes around.” “You just said there wasn't any.”’ “T said I didn’t see any. There might be thousands of them hiding around in the fog behind all these trees.” “Tf there is, you better crank up so we can get away from here, before they turn their artillery on us and blow us off the map.” ‘Tl ain't going to get out of this tank in no such place as this,’ said Pudgy, very stub- born. ““Maybe you can crank it from inside,” suggested Lee. ‘‘ There's a little hole in that plate behind you; you stick the crank in there and it fits onto the front shaft. Just give her a flip and she’l right up.”’ “That's better,” iron of the ] start said Pudgy. “It’s a wonder you wouldn't have told me that be fore.”’ June 25,1927 Inside that rrou ee Till he little hole he vat {ti af rignt wn front of + ( Then he grabbed the crank fro ) he floo And carefully fitted Lid j », he ed } hy lo give that crant ’ {nd them quarte Hull so na T/ fhe didnt have no roo oO work And he could) noth at « ‘It ain’t no use,”’ he said at last. *‘ This ] boat is built too small for a real man like me,”’ ‘If you can’t crank it from the inside,” said Lee, ‘‘you'll have to do it from the outside + “It ain’t reasonable for me to get out,” said Pudgy. “If some Fritzes was to come along, 1 wouldn't But if you was to get out, | would be right to protect you with thi have no chance at all here Ss thirty seve! gu would be! Fritz and you gotta do the ‘What swell protectior You would probably aim at a plug me in the eye. No, you cranking. “You did it the last time.”’ ‘I did it out of accommodation to you But it’ “Why should it be my job? Is it my fault the motor stopped? Was it on a count of my bum driving we run into this tree and got stalled?” “*T don’t want no more arguments,” Lee. ‘I’m giving you a direct order to get out and crank. If you don’t obey, I'll hz you tried court-martial and sent to Leavenworth for life, or maybe shot I’m the tank commander.” $ your job said by a general ‘Commander! Why, you ain’t fit to command a mouse trap.” “IT don’t want no more back talk. You're of this tank, : a9 rignt now: yoing to get out and you're going to get ou And Lee reached back his skinny hand To the place Puday stood, {nd he grabbed a-hold of Pudgy’ leg And pinched as hard as fl could. were > : ‘ . . But in starting up this rough stuff He was acting like a fool, For Pudgy started right away To kick like a crazy mute. “— , P —— “2 And after he started, he kept right on Like a merry Russian dance, And he left the mark of hi {ll ove? Lee’: blouse and pa ts. out!’ ‘Cut it out! Cut it ‘You're killing me.” “So you thought you would pinch me!” said Pudgy. ‘I'll learn you to pinch me, you little runt.” ““T won’t do it again. Pudgy ‘ig ‘You better not,’’ said Pudgy. ‘“‘And what is more, I see I am in what you might So you might 11...) yelled Lee Honest, I won't, call a strategic position here as well get out and crank this machine be fore I start working my i “Don’t do no Please don’t.” “All right, then out and use it.” ‘** Aw, have a heart.” - ‘Will you go yourself, or w \ Pudgy more kicking, Here’s the very meek And when we get ‘T’ll go,”’ said Lee, “Fine!” said Pudgy. started again, you're going to drive I don’t want no more of this and careful. feeling like I was going over Niagara Falls in a barrel roughness, and I'll signal to you with my The least bit of unnecessary foot.”’ T f id her » onen th wronenre i Lee vung ope é rd doo {nd cautu y looke ) 1 {nd he didn't hear a soum So he grabhed the crank and rmbered ou Continued on Page 110

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Distributed in Canada by Lehn & Fink {Canada} Limited. keeps the Mouth Glands young THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Continued from Page 106 And he give her a whirl, and the motor took hold With a loud and healthy sound. The n he climbed hack in, ] adouwn, and sat himself And slammed the iron door, And he backed the machine away from the tree, And resumed the journey once more. And now he drove u ith exceeding care, And he drove exceeding slow, Mor he knew he was planted directly in front Of the hobnails of Pudgy Monroe. And Pudgy sat tight on his narrow strap, And he didn’t do nothing but ride; He didn’t attempt to look through them slits Tos sce what went on outside. But whenever the tank give a sudden lurch Or went over a Little bump, He would plant his foot in Lee's behind With a hale and hearty thump. The y went along for a long, long time, A-rolling smooth and fine 4 Till il seen ed like the y must have pre tly near reached The banks of the River Rhine. But all at once old Pudgy observed That the motor was slowing down; It puffed and thumped and started to make A funny knocking sound. And the plate be hind, that divided him off From the motor at the Got suddenly hot in a way that seemed To Pudgy decide dly queer. rear, Slower and slower that old tank ran, While everything heated up; Then the motor gave a final cough, And quit like a dying pup. “What's the matter?” “What you stopping for? We ain’t on fire, are we?”’ “No,” said Lee. “If you wasn’t so igno- rant you’d know that the fan belt has probably busted; they used to do that all the time at Bourg. And the motor has got so hot the pistons have stuck.” ‘What we going to do?” **T guess there ain’t nothing we can do.” **How would it | yelled Pudgy. Gosh, it’s hot! be, you lazy bum, if you was to get out and fix it?” ‘No use,”’ said Lee. ‘‘These tanks is built so you have to open the rear armor and take out the whole gasoline tank before you can reach in far enough to get at the fan belt. And I ain’t got no tools.” “I’m roasting to death,’ said Pudgy. “Ts it safe to get out? Where are we at?” “Them ruined buildings ahead is Ro- magne,” said Lee. ‘‘Take a look out of your turret; you can see better than I can. If you see any American soldiers or Amer- ican tanks we're all right. But if the Ger- mans is still in the town, I guess we'll have to fight it out with our little gun.” ““Good Lord,” said Pudgy, ‘‘ how I wish I was out of this bloomin’ tank corps!”’ He put his eye to the slit in front, And carefully looked around, And a hundred yards away he seen 4 y The house 8 of the town, The sky above had cleared, and the fog s lea ing the ground below, And he th ought he seen, in a jie ld to one side “ A bunch of tanks in a row. And it looked like a number of men from the m tank s Was starting out his way, But whether these Ame Or Fritzes he couldn't say. men was ricans Then he looked again at the ruined town, And he ly scratched his head, And he called to Curtis Augustus Lee, And this is what he said: slou “It’s been pretty foggy all the time you been driving along, ain't it?”’ “Terrible,” answered Lee. “I had to depend mostly on the compass for direc- tion.” “Pass that compass back here. I want to it.”” “What do you want with the compass?” “Never mind what I want Pass it back, or I'll put my foot down the back of your dirty neck.” “All right, all right! Here y “Thanks,” said Pudgy. see with it. ou are, He took the compass and held it t wall And the needle Swing : traight aroun l to the again The right-hand turret right With no hesitation at all. Then he moved it acro to the left-hand side And it made him smile to see That the needle now pointed aight to th _ left Js As pretty as could be. And nert he looked once more through the if To see what he could see, And he turned himse lf aro ind and id To Curtis Augus tus Lee: “‘T got some news for you, you poor igno- rant runt.”’ “What?” asked Lee. “First of all, tell me where you beer holding this compass when you looked at it.” “Right in front of me. Why?” “Against the front door?” “Of course.”’ “You poor, half-witted, pin-headed boob! Don’t you know that if you hold it against that big iron door the need] point straight forward, and you'll thi you're going north, no matter which way you're headed?”’ “Good Lord, do you really think that i what would happen?” “Of course that is what would hay The Lord only knows all the differer you have taken me while we around the country, but I can tell you where we have finally ended up. You been mal going to been ridit ing a grand offensive ten miles straight to the rear, and this town ahead is Mont- zeville.”’ “It can’t be.” “Take a look yourself.” “It does look sort of like Montzeville oe admitted Lee after a minut “*Montzeville it is,” said Pudgy. “‘ That’ the tank-repair park over there, and them birds walking this way are tank mechanics coming to see what this machine is doing here.”’ “TI believe you're right,’ said Lee. “I believe you’re right.”’ “Yes,” said Pudgy, “and I think it would save a lot of useless talk and explair ing if we was just to ooze away from here before they arrive. They ought to be able out what to do with the tank. ei Come on, let’s go! to figure They scrambled out, and they run like deer Across the muddy grown And they kept right or ) they come To the opposite side of the town. Th twehed fl} hil Lot 2 hey reached € battery picke l Ys 07 ae }} ) Still rushing along pell-me And they run right into old Sergeant Blake Who proceeded to give them hell Fi ming he 4 asnfh ; a lean or going absent without no leave Sts teased thom dens and see He give them a job that would take a week A-digging a huge tatrine. And later on that afternoor As Curtis Augustus Lee As Pay : Bore down on his pick, he gru nbled and grou le d, As sore as a man can be. ‘ . , 9 , , But Pudgy Monroe just ed and niicd, A nd as he si ove le d away, He looked around at Lee, and this Is what he had to say: “For months I been wishing I could get away from them horses. Then, got in the tank corps, the main thing I been wanting was to get out. And now I got both wishes. No tanks—no horses. Ain’t it wonderful?” ever since |

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Monroe Street, Chicago, Ill THE SATURDAY “* Muddy Waters didn't go anywhere, and he works on a newspaper, but he’s a nice boy Surely his name isn’t Muddy!” ‘No. His mother was musical and he was christened Verdi him Muddy ‘I see,” said Mr. Dollaway ‘You should hear him play Rossini, so we call the piano,” added Dolly. ‘I hope to have that pleasure,”’ said Mr. Dollaway. “All I'll leave it to you ite them.” y oO ire a { right, following Friday night four young ghted from a train at the Greenwich They pleasant young ho, at a quick glance, looked rather When they raised their hats, hey id when they Dolly ng on the platform, it became appar- hat Mr. Markham had black hair, Mr. Grosvenor brown, Mr. Waters red and Mr. Rice blond. Their attire was spruce, just tl lessness which the n, bags grasped in their hands | looking, tallish straw spied with trace of soft-collared care- recent alumnus affects him from the excessively well- dressed theater programs. They all greeted Dolly warmly and were conveyed to Idléhours in Mr to distinguis! men of the Dollaway’s t limousine. In due course they were presented to the second-be master of the house, who gave each of them a firm grip, a cordial smile and a searching look ‘My aunt’s hat remarked Mr later and privately. ‘* What and calculating eye the old boy has “T feel as if I'd been X-rayed,” said Mr. Grosvenor. ‘No one is apt to put anything over on that lad,” said Mr. Rice. ‘I like him, though,” said Mr. ‘*Nothing soft about him. Wa- a cold eo ters, Mark- ham He's a regular Mr. Markham felt his coat-tail plucked by Mr. Rice, and stopped. Mr. Dollaway was approaching the group, radiating af fability ‘Would one of you gentlemen care to a game of billiards with me?’’ asked Dollaway ‘I usually play for an [ retire.” o be fore l four young men looked at one an- hour or The ras if uncertain which should accept Mr. Markham spoke first. ‘I'd with you, Mr he honor much to play like very Dollaway,” he said aid Mr. Dollaway “You'll find the ‘Come along the ” rs he said, music room.’ Mr. Markham } ting ladies i e He led ivory é Ss were cli away. Soon merrily green t “Game,” announced Mr ‘Thank you, Mr. Markham.” ‘Thank you, sir. You play a fine “And you,” Mr. Dollaway, Mr. Markham “T mean,” returned looked Al ex- plained shouldn't too well does, it he has spent too muct me taken from more “agreed Mr to bed now,” Markham. Mr. Dollaway a point to be in bed by you, I Rather early or Sound s on, Mr tie utlities most Dollaway neme, : EVENING POST VESTED Continued from Page 21 “Just now,” remarked Mr. Markham, as cue, ‘we're putting out some rather attractive Associated Water- Utah sixes.”’ ‘““M-m-m,” said Mr. Dollaway. , a Mr. he put away his works of ‘They yield began Mark- ham ‘*M-m-m,” haps you'll drop ir s eh? Mr and se¢ “Per- me one of these said Dollawa day “Delighted to, sir,” promptly. Mr. Dollaway bestowed a keen look on aid Mr. Markham ‘Shall we say Monday?” the young man ** Monday it i 3:50.” the way, Mr your first million Young Mr. Markham did not hesitate He answered He smiled. “ By Markham, what do you plan to do wit} ‘ee in the decided tone of one who has given a subject extensive thought and } is mind. f of it in strong common stock, well diversified,”’ he as made up | :; : “Invest ha sound bonds and said. “‘Put the other half to work in some going concern and make make another million for me.’ Mr. Dollaway nodded idea,” he said. ‘‘Well, good night, Mr. Markham. Here’’—he drew from his pocket a typewritten sheet —“are the plans **Eminently sane for tomorrow Mystified, Mr. Markham took the paper ‘Thank you, sir. Good night.” It was approximately two o'clock in the morning. Four young men in pajamas sat in the common sitting room of their suite at Idlehours holding a short post mortem on the evening and smoking a last cigarette. “Remarkable said Mr. Rice. ** Actually has enough ash trays.” “Everything,” Mr. Waters, “runs by electricity —including, I suspect, the host. I've lived in the cellar.” “What Muddy?” “Fie tour Q) house,”’ observed worse place s than were doing in took me our right, { on our left, the automatic nhigniy antisept somehow.” Did he intend to do wit! quired Mr “Why happen to your fir aid Mr. Waters. ‘‘ Did | ‘I told him I'd quit work and Venice,” said Mr. Rice ‘‘T said I'd retire and buy a said Mr am said nothing did you say, Muddy?” asked plane and sail round the world,” Grosvenor. Mr. Mark! ‘What Mr. Rice ‘I goggled,”’ said Mr. Waters. ‘‘Then I said I guessed I'd have my piano tuned.” ‘“What did he say to that? ‘He said ‘M-m-m,’ and led me upstairs. I guess he thought his cellar was wasted on me,” replied Mr. Waters “TIT think,’ yawned Mr. Markham, “ better approach the hay. We've sald Markham. ‘Guess we'll all have to be,” ‘Can't risk anned a typewritten shee said Mr Rice gloomily. peeving him.” Mr. Waterss ‘“*No time on this for sald ‘My ¢ being peevish, ne aunt nat, but it must be a dolorous When doy Rice ‘Sometime Sunday,” said Mr. Waters ‘No, it isn’t down I out for us too We take the & town Monday, it says here. Sunday’s all la June 25,1927 The four young men smokes fora moment. Mr. Rice went t dow and looked out “Tt’s a mild moonlight nig! marked, “‘and it’s only a five the Greenwich station.” “No,” objected Mr. Water let Dolly down. It’s party, you know.” “*T don’t intend to walk out on t} stated Mr. Markham. “I gu hurt you fellows to live up to a s« supposed once in your lives.” “Anyhow,” said Mr. Water good.”’ Meditating on this, the four repaired to their seemed but a few minutes later silvery sharpness of the rising bell their dreams and summoned brisk morning ride, the prelude of a day of concentrated play. Saturday passed, and Sunday, and the four young men did not miss the 8:29 back to the cit Monday morning young men respective beds. It when the cut into them to a y on “Dolly, I’ve a surprise for you.” “What, dad?’ Father and daughter were sitting at din ner in the dining room at Idlehours. It was on the Friday evening following the house party. ‘Can’t you asked, watching her ‘No. A new car?” “Better than that, I think ‘Please tell me.” ‘I’m asking someone out ‘Someone?”’ “¥ es.” ‘Who?” ‘Ned Markham.” ‘Oh, how nice!” ‘You like him, don’t you ‘Very much. I’m fond of Ned fond.”’ guess?”" Mr L)« dolly terribly ‘I like him too,’ said Mr. Dol uway. “I’m so glad, dad.’ ‘**T saw him this weel twice.”’ “Did you * Ves Monday Sold me some bonds ’ I Thursday he had lun mm with me club —trie more some miss a trick, that boy. | follows the ] “" hope he tid Dolly ‘He may nim out is ou shoul » wonderful Mr ond week-end at ] llaway, and he Dolly. Op portunities were affor for long talks rds and rode wit playe d tennis and dan W both of them Mr was that presently h yund ‘he result Dolla himself lind a ne: Dollaway Building intricacies of th master the business under than the preside Young Mr It seemed almost rubber man. Sog that many weeks had ncluded Mr wnen Dollaway, } have a jopD take on Continued on Page 115

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Continued from Page 112 “It’s a tough one,” said Mr. Dollaway said Mr. Markham. veard of Herman Shallen barger?’’ Mr. Markham suppressed a wry ou've | ook ‘That’s your man,” said Mr. De iWi ‘Well, do you want to tackle him? Certainly.” it’s a4 mean assig? He's the roughest, rudest, crustiest old pirate in the rubber business. He hates me. Won't buy a pound of rubber and he’s one of the biggest We've tried our darnedest to-‘land | Irom us, dealers too m, but he gets violent when any of my represer tatives come near him. Kicks them out of his ottice. Insults them. Now I'd like very much to sell the old bear some rubber. ou see Mr. Point of honor, y ‘I see,” said Markham. right after him.” “He'll jump all over you,” Mr. Dollaway. “T’ll go at once,”’ said Mr. Markham. ‘Will he see me?” “Oh, yes His favorite sport is seeing the men I send t as SOON as o him, and ther they st IK, pouncing on ar

them.” You don’t hav Mr. Dollaway called after him. I want to,”’ said Mr. Markt e to go unless you want to,” am h ir ter nou! I An sent rerton Markham Mr. Herman or. After a nervous wait in the 1¢ Was shown into that gentle

his business Shallenbarg anteroom, | man’s otfice. Mr. Shallenbarger was a very large man who looked as if he had swollen; his short, brushy hair bristled and his por- cine eyes narrowed as Mr. Markham en- want?” barked Mr. hat do yarger you af navent

Mr. Markham returned his hostile stare Mr. Markham’s stare was fraught with ontempt, and perhaps held a tinge of pity. “I’m from the Dollaway Corporation, said Mr. Markham firmly “Yeah?” said Mr looked as if his visitor had just announced that he h ntended to i ona ad a virulent case of leprosy and fect Mr. Shallenbarger. ‘I’ve come to tell you something about said Mr. Markham with

rubber,” yreat Mr you something, Shalle nbarger exploded. you whippersnapper!”’ he ‘Your goods are rotten. Old Doll If you work for him you’ How come into and roared

s rotten re away dare you try to too a ent oflice | an honest sel hallenbarger had a deep and fairly Mr. Markham’s voice was not more vibrant, Mr. S$ foud voice, so deep, but it was louder, more penetratin ‘Who the hell wants to sell you any- thing, you old fossil?’’ shouted Mr. Mark- ham, leaning over and firing his words into Mr. Shallenbarger’s purpling face. ‘I come here to sell you anything. I 1e here to tell you that we won't sell you Get that? We = any rubber—not an ounce. don’t want your business.”

‘What's that?”’ bellowed Mr. Shallen- barger, looking, just then, like a poor in- e risk, since he seemed on the verge of blowing up into many small pieces “You rd me!’’ roared back Mr Markham. ‘‘I came to warn you that you an't ount mn us for any rubber We won't sell you any, on any terms. You're

in the rubber yn’t want customers Young Mr. Mark door, but not too and everybody ws it. We di e995 Good day! slipping, world kn Ke you ham stalked toward the rapidly. ‘*Hey!” bawled Mr. Shallenbarger. Who says I’m a bum customer’? ‘OF all the gall! ? Who says | ipping?”’ Mr. Markham turned ‘I can’t time talking said “oe 9°? 4. Yes, you car tri ’m sl f with a frosty face. waste to you,” he barger, as, WIth an ¢ oadiy he scrambled round from bet yOSE

and ‘ } P| 4 ¢ Lae Mr. Markham and the ex You'll t to me declared Mr. Shallenbaryer “Wd have to knock you down and sit on you Bette not try it,”’ said Mr. Markhan doubling up his fists, but makiny no at tempt to thrust Mr. Shaller aryer | rn his pa ‘ uu won t sé me lbybe ‘ norted Mr. St enbaryge That's what | sa “By heaver 1W fl war ou to! “*T will not “You Ww ! And strangely enough, after some ent debatir Mr. Markham ted ar aid st Mr Na} | i ent arypre Or t 4 te Then he returned to } ( ¢ All the rest of that day Freder Jame Dollaway chuckled Shrewd } I g he remarked from time psychology 1 the Mr. Markham had two unusual experiences

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He was eating his heon in one of those downtown cl where young executive congregate when he Was approached by a bland-looking dual wt appeared

knowing and prosperous Mdgerton Markham?” inquir dual most polit ‘Yes.”’ el My name is Fost Douglas | Foster,”’ said the stranger I’m in rubbe too ‘Glad to know you Mr. Foster Have a seat.’ *Thanks.”’ Mr. Foster sank down into a chair and smiled expansive So you're the young fellow who outbulldozed old Shallenbarger, ne said Mr Markhan bowed. ‘‘Like your job?” queried Mr. Foster ‘Very much.”’ “Perfectly satisfied? “Who is?” “Why Mr. Mr countered do you ask?’ Foster accomplished a perfect ‘Oh ing,’ he said. ‘A the f he uses his noodle and I was just wonder fellow like you can go a long way in rubber game

Plays nis cards rioht i Mr ‘I hope to,”’ sais Markham Mr. Foster droppe d his voi etoacontiden- tial whisper. ‘‘ Look here, Mr. Markham he said, “I kaow a young and growing , concern that can use a man Iiike you We've plenty of capital and a real future We'll Now I can make you a definite offer uble what Dollaway is paying you and

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give you a crack at a partne two years. How does that hit you?” **Much obliged,”’ said Mr. Markham *“Remember ” said Mr. Foster: ‘‘It will be a long time before you get a chance ike that, working for old Dollaway. Think that over.” “TIT don’t need to,”’ said Mr. Markham. “Thanks for your offer, but I’m going to where I am.” “You mean that?” “T certainly do.” ‘Oh, very well. You're the judge, I sup- said Mr. Foster. He uttered a few thoughts about the weather and took his departure this, stick pose,”’

Mr. Foster had hardly left the room when another person approached Mr. Markham. The second stranger had ner\ ous eyes and fingers and a hoarse, low voice He dropped into the y seat opposite Mr. Markhan ‘My name is Elkus,”’ he said. “I'd like a few words with you, Mr. Markham strictly confidential.”’ Mr. Markham nodded. ‘‘You’re interested in n ng * said Mr. Elkus

money, as one in axiom. ‘“‘So am I. Listen, I 1 next to something. You may not know the ropes in the rubber game, but I d M Markham signified that he wa n ted. ‘Listen,’’ said Mr. Elkus in a thick whis r “Af

pe riend of mine never mind name yet Ss pur hasing agent for a - concerT tires He is in the market for ul¢ order three hundred th ! d.a how and he's ready tod isine THE SATURDAY ctory young

LOW | te ’ l ‘ ‘ } <= = le t } ‘ ' ‘ \ ‘ y “wt 1 hie we l Not d, ¢ I 1 uf \ we e eve i kK Not by me af . re} nt Mr M iff ily eye ite ‘ ] ‘ \I ‘ Ca t t ry n sense I'm not go t eturne g t leer my future pu ! icculent huckleberri« inderhand stuff x t Y Mr kus.” Ho é t ( \J we 1 re our \ ] ear’ re 410 M Ma ar l ‘ But ten nare the wit Nor e of t t stu 1 M \j or i} it we in eat t I ts ind he rose w a wint ‘ more if the light i eft in some haste withar e and ‘ M Ma am New ne i 0 mur ‘ ‘ \ mu pet Wa fora ¥ f 1 wet ter eT tar da Lyn. ud Mr. D a Ye W here do you want me to iti f ‘ e | Canada,” i Mr. Do i Y« w UPse ] nuec I'm ¢ z ere i A et a t g. Old stan , r nine I tasmu LONE ‘ velighte \T \ ‘ \\ I , prompt , Via Goo Wy . the s Vn ‘ \ night \M ; t ’ [wo me n new I) it be ea mele ike ¢ t y t three indre i e mile t e¢ getic Mr. M in Montreal, surrounded | 1 profane and Now aid Mr. Ma n troubled ence and a cnill northern tw Tast we start ior ¢i Zatior light ““M'’m-m—remember we f “| new that Indian was up to some- red oundre!l for tw 1a} Wi thing dirt *remarked Mr. Dollaway in a n to ve a roa hitter voice Don’t you think he'll come back? ng and leave asked Mr. Markham. Mr. Dollaway ‘Not he. He’s well on hisway to Hudson much panting and pk Bay with our canoe, guns and provisions woods, after following water by now,” said Mr. Dollaway, wagging his extensive meditat and nead and groaning a little Mr Markhan the eventu: ‘Oh, well, we can manage,” said M back tothe log-ca amp, t Markham. and tzining food ““M’m-m— ean we, though? Ned, I know more about this game than you do, and | wo men in ta red attire 8 tell you we're up against it You can’t pre which bore them swift laug} off being lost in a wilderness like this Montre and tow: New Y We can wander arou in circles for a had 1 an excellent dinne mont} Ironic, isn’t it?—a man wit} ving excellent cigars in the plenty of money in the bank ending his A long sile e, al t days by starving to death.”” Mr. Dollaway Ned, my boy uid F're sighed deeply. Dollaw congratulatior “Oh, come on, Mr. Dollaway,”’ said M1 ir. Markham stared a Markham “We'll get out On what “M’m-m—will we [Two ye O ew e com Samuel G. Temple and } ‘ got lost i (ome wha thane ver 3 ( : ; ae : ; . i he Iie nt t ¢ ‘ rspr y “. ‘ \l \I nN ‘ Wy or Vir M - ‘ ‘ : d N n¢ I ) M D ¥ I t LD) ? ‘ tehed } gone a mont I the me \ ? ed for B eve meé Ne i t IT ] ] ? im | t one ] We r e erric ) I led I ‘ ’ Mr. Ma in M D Ww i caten an enti : : We é , ‘ iMr. M ‘ aad . ham Remer ‘We can’t eat ’er iid M ul mew “What Ff I ed +3 oy for iu¢g 1 ‘ Pt ‘Wi I’m « \ Mr M It Conti 4€ rn QP ve EVENING POST

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Their formulas have been proved most effective by fine Substi- tutes may endanger your dog's life. GLOVERS IMPERIAL DOG MEDICINES breeders of all classes of dogs \ \ : cake » sWER > AP GION A sOA¥ SINE! THE SATURDAY Continued from Page 115 Mr. Dollaway could hardly speak, he was ( huckling so. “You thought we were lost in the woods. Well, we weren't. Joe didn’t desert us. I told him to skip. Besides, | know every inch of that territory. I just wanted to see how you'd act in the face of hardship and danger. Ned, you proved yourself a real man. Remember how you said ‘You and I against Nature’?”’ Mr. Markham blushed. ber,”’ he said There was another silence. way broke it. ‘‘Ned?”’ “Tek; ar.”’ “Ts there something you want to talk to “Yes, I remem- Mr. Dolla- me about?”’ ““Why, no, sir, I don’t think so.” ‘““You'resure? Come, we're old friends.” “Well,” said Mr. Markham hesitantly, “I’m glad, of course, that I didn’t fall down, and I appreciate your interest in me—and zs “Yes. Out with it!” “Well,” pursued Mr. Markham not very easily, ‘‘I was thinking you might see your way clear to giving me an increase Sep- tember first.” ““Once,’”’ went on the spinster, sighing, “‘when I expected some friends over from Biarritz to dinner—quite important peo- ple, dearest; our new ambassador in fact I did ask Margitte to make herself as smart as possible; and she assisted at the dinner table, if you can believe me, dressed as if for a costume ball— in a tall red hood, a stiff white shaw] embroidered in the most violent colors, and a crimson apron. Fancy! It was most disconcerting, but I did not like to ask her to change.” “Probably the ceremonial dress of her village. She was paying your guests a com- pliment,”” remarked Emily, with some in- terest. ‘‘ The ambassador should have been pleased.”’ “The ambassador,” replied Miss Dibbs, “is a very well-bred person. He noticed absolutely nothing, even when she asked me in a perfectly audible whisper whether His Excellency had trouble with his liver that he could not enjoy her good viands. How- ever, she’s not a bad cook, and she keeps everything so tidy you really never can find anything you want; and she’s very obliging in the garden, too, which is better than having to have a Man around.” Miss Dibbs always spoke of Man either in capitals or italics. She regarded the sex as interesting, but rather dangerous in a household; like making a family pet of an orang-utan or training a kangaroo to pull the governess cart. From her point of view, a bearded femme de ménage made a preferable substitute. Emily found Miss Dibbs’ little circle, which began to frequent her studio with some assiduity, sympathetic rather than stimulating. It consisted largely of expa- triated English and Americans—widows, semi-detached wives, and maiden ladies of uncertain age and certain who found the rate of exchange and the climate favorable, and who managed to lead at long distance a life as much like that of income, their native Sussex, Connecticut or as possible. One patriotic hostess made a cult of entertaining guests at Sunday breakfast upon buckwheat cakes and corn bread, as translated by a Spanish chef out of a Vir- xinia cookbook. the food, I “Of course it’s rather nasty mean,’’ regretted Miss Dibbs, fortifying herself for the ordeal with tablets of soda; appreciates the patriotic senti- I myself always like to cold shape for dessert, with what- ever other sweet there happens to be, as one blanemange, you know, ora ‘but ment, doesn’t one? one serve a aoes at nome Bavarian cream of sorts.” “Or tinned fruits embalmed in gelatin,” murmured Emily reminiscently. ‘‘I dare EVENING POST Mr. Dollaway’s chuckle became a laugh. “Of course,”’ he said. *‘ You'll find me lib- eral enough, Ned. Well, anything more?”’ “Thank you, sir. I—I can’t think of anything more.”’ ‘*“Come now,” said Mr. Dollaway, in his most paternal manner, ‘“‘why do you sup- pose I tested you like this?” “To see if you wanted me in your or- ganization.” ‘Partly that, of course,” said Mr. Dolla- way, “but mostly for a more important reason.” Young Mr. Markham’s eyes widened still more, and his color deepened. Mr. Dollaway gave him a benevolent dig in the ribs. ‘‘I wanted to be sure,”’ Mr. Dollaway, ‘‘that I wanted you for a son-in-law.” Mr. Markham became very, very red in- deed. He seemed to have trouble with his articulation. His throat seemed dry, but his brow wasn't. ‘‘But—but ” he stammered. ‘I’m terribly sorry, sir, but you see, sir, the fact is I’m engaged to a girl from East Orange, and we're to be married in September.” “What?” Mr. Dollaway’s mouth opened to emit the word, and stayed open. INTERLUDE Continued from Page 9 said say Queen Mary herself always has a cold shape for dessert.” “Oh, Iam sure of it,”’ replied Miss Dibbs. “The Queen would naturally employ only English cooks in her kitchen; though Iam afraid the young Prince prefers the French cuisine, like his poor dear grandpapa.”’ There were in Miss Dibbs’ circle a few gentlemen of a type described by Emily irreverently to herself as cold shapes superannuated clergy, two or three painters and musicians of a strictly conservative tendency, and retired American business men to be found wan- dering dejectedly about the resorts of Europe, wondering what to do with them- selves next. These made Emily welcome with a distinct brightening of the eye, and were most kind to her, despite a vague memory of some scandal lurking in the back- ground. What was it? Her picture in the rotogravure sections from home? A jilting of some sort? An elopement? Surely nothing really improper, at her age, and with such a delicate, fragile bloom of beauty! It is always difficult to connect a complex- ion like Emily’s with anything really im- proper. “T thought it best to tell them about the recent tragic loss of your—your be- trothed’’— even Miss Dibbs’ stoical mod- ernity balked at the bald word “‘lover”’ “and I assure you they quite, quite feel for you, dearest.” In return, Emily was very sweet to thera, and allowed herself to be taught mah-jongg by almost everybody. She was aware that there must be other circles even among the expatriates more exhilarating than that of Miss Dibbs; people of the sort with whom she had been wont to faire la noce elsewhere, and who would have accepted her, as peo- ple usually did accept Emily, at face value. L’Arin Sporting Club, the Société Nau- tique—these were names not unknown to her; there was undoubtedly a British Club, with all that the title suggests of tennis and polo, yachting and golf and dancing and several of those high play, seasoned by the spice of more or less innocent flirtation with one another’s mates; for the unmarried in such circles are rare. But Emily for the could not have risen to these high levels. She found herself oddly grateful to her friend Wally for giving her reason to mourn—his final moment service to her. She was often tempted to blurt out the truth about herself, to make somebody un- derstand the thing which had happened to her, so much more difficult to bear than If Esteban had merely died, loving would still have him, as she had death. her, she June 25, 1927 “Why, yes, sir. We've been engaged a I’m terribly fond of Dolly. But well, we never were in love with each other. You see, sir, the fact is ” *“What is the fact?’’ Mr. Dollaway man- aged to say. year. “Well, Dolly is in love with Muddy Waters, and I shouldn’t be at all surprised if sia il Mr. Markham broke off and looked ex- **What shouldn’t asked Mr. Dollaway tremely miserable. be surprised at?” sternly. “Oh, Muddy is a splendid fellow. Good make them. Worth a couple of you as they me.”’ “What shouldn't you be surprised at?” persisted Mr. Dollaway. “Well, I shouldn’t be surprised,” said Mr. Markham, gathering himself together, “if by the time you got back to Greenwich, Dolly and Muddy had eloped and got themselves married.” When Frederic James Dollaway did get back to Idlehours he found that Mr. Mark ham, in addition to his other sterling quali- ties, was also endowed with the gift of prophecy. She could Wally—always, irrevoca manage to go on alone, fore, with head held high and a heart which, being no longer of any use to her, was free to be of service perhaps to others. But to have lost Esteban, living as she had gone be Even the spinster’s anxious, noncompre- hending sympathy might have eased the pain of it a little; put into words, the thing might have seemed less unbearable. But the poor lady had fronted enough when she came to her friend after Wally’s death, as} ing no questions. To turn from the altar and a wealthy waiting baronet, for the pu pose of eloping with a perfectly ineligible young man because he had no lungs, was Miss Dibbs there had incomprehensible enough; if were now asked to believe that been all the time a third man in the bax ground —a third and only man — mere loy alty might be unable to withstand the strain. Emily could not afford to risk Miss Dibbs. Deeper and deeper, therefore, she san} into the odd, amiable apathy which had begun, not with Wally’s death, but with the realization that Esteban was not coming back to her; that he had left her, not in a moment of sharp disappointment, but be cause he found her finally and definitely not good enough. At first the sense of bitter defeat had stimulated, roused her stirred what her father used facetiously to call—not without reason —the fighting spirit of a Weldon. She had gone down strug- gling, as a good swimmer will, clutching at this or that, at Sir Harry, Wally, anything to keep herself above water pride, Later, by some sound instinct, she had managed to turn her Wally’s good. There was nothing, she re flected— being Emily — which mortal hurt into made sacri fice sO easy as having nothing in particular to sacrifice. But now that there was no longer ever the need of sacrifice, wh y strug gle? As once before in the Bay of Biscay, she began to wonder what would happen she quietly ceased to swim Sometimes she envied the the old Basque churches; wailing black praying rugs appliquéd in and crosses, muttering over the chaplets those prayer rings of gold or silver used as Once had encountered a cortege in the early morning strange black-cowled figures wearing those mourning cloaks which Basque families, with falls of lace over their f ‘ t mourners it women who knelt, 3, upor white tears and beating their rosaries she funeral are heirlooms in old Christian churct into a he votive offerings of wax and bread, in aces; carrying Convinued on Page 121

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Continued from Page 118 that the not lack soul on hould for food and came to understan order its last journey light. She +} ann.) } f the age-long wisdom of

such panop! grief that must hide it elf under a smiling surface goes deeper than grief which may wail and pray and take help from its neighbors imily had never learned to weep; and as for pr

iver, she would have felt her amateur efforts rather an intrusion upon the time of a God who was doubtless busy with the af- But she | church sometimes where there mourning women and pretend that she } i fairs of her betters ked tositina were other was wailing and praying with the rest. People who saw her at curiously kind to her men and women this time were Old whom she passed some even strangers mes gave her the gentle Basque greeting and if she to the jetty at five o’clock with all the na- population to see boats there was usually someone to en ‘God bless your parents went tive the fishing yme in, made- J ~ possibl gage her in friendly conversation moiselle was of ano. xer province, perha Wt at, she was Américaine? Pas speaking like one of them, even speaking the Euskara! But mademoiselle had, perhaps, a man with the boats herself? They looked and fell silent when she head without answering. They, too, had lost men with the boats. It was a life which existed utterly apart from that of Miss Dibbs and her friends, or of the gayer folk who came and went with Having touched upon t once, Emily was never unaware of it

SOrry shook her the English season thereafter, as others seemed to be. She knew what rejoicing there was on the jetty the catch of sar- when the catch was good dines which had come to take the place of mighty whales hunted by the for of these fishermen so hardily in the those pea;»r

y of Biscay, sighted from the Celtic round towers which still stand along the ast, the spoils divided afterward equally among all the men whose harpoons were found in the leviathan’s body. What a descent, from whales to sardines, to humble Yet the sardine was, these days of St.-Jean’s de- line--almost as much of a godsend as the foreigner —not only to the fishermen but to their wives and children, who found em- ployment in the factories for making sar- dine scales into imitation of tortoise shell and mother-of-pearl for the foreign trade Imily came to be on nodding terms with many quiet folk who lived in the old houses the the Rue St Jacques, with vine-hung bal roc ifs 9

anchovies! after all. a yodsend in Rue Sopite or alor ¥ their high conies and oddly slanted rather a triumph for her, classes are even more difficult of ance than the humbler people, and regard with an eye of natural suspicion those for as Basques of the upper acquaint- eigners who come to exploit their ancestral ty, even to their own great profit. She loved to take long drives about tl with Anatole, who knew when to talk and when to be silent, as the good Amelia did not always; the sheer color of it all —golden pumpkins, hore country alone enjoying strings of red pepper and silver garlic dry ing against the walls of the houses, orange berries of the sorb trees, sheets of yellow samphire stretching down to the edge of a deep-blue water; and everywhere the deli- bracken being gathered for the winter carried to the piled high behind white slow-moving oxen. Africa, No 1 In a land visited by winds fr blooms like Mey, as if any birth needs be beautiful, cate feathery stables, barns vember often must season of whether it be birth of winter or of summer. They Bidassoa lingered on the bridge over the into Spain sometimes, watching fish for pldtaches with pointed Whenever there was a festival in a Anatole had learned to in- + form himself, so that his lady might watch the boys sticks byt svyll« near-by Village, wut Basq le, light more The only again the farandole or the : and whirling and oddly impersonal an athletic exercise than a dance. time he had heard her laugh aloud for weeks er the efforts of a sturdy lad to climb fair—the Was 0 the mat de cocagne at such a

greased pole, from whose tip, as reward for the intrepid, hung a purse, a pair of fat a af > and a ‘ let bere ® ‘ al ] Whe the ad fina ivy gave up the effort n chagrir Emily had tlung him her own purse, bidding Anatole drive hastily aw be © ne 1d decline it Fancy, she thoug o herself with some pleasure, En Weldon being ible to fling purses abou e that! Anatole’s Provencal talent of intuition told him that his wa ry some rea son, deeply interested in the nz e life. It Was he wno ept ner intorme \ ‘ there was to be especia rOOd ) at the mion of Campos Berri, or of ¢ oure, or of Ascain some famous ¢ a to nt the score of tantos in rime, perhaps: or even De Cambo himself to play, amid af- lectionate t f shouts of or ‘‘ Ah, ah, mimule— little monkey “One has it,”’ informed Anatole, ‘that this fellow De Cambo is professional world champion of the pelo/a, but that there is another who can beat him without the chistera, an amateur, one I¢steban Ur- ruty mademoiselle recalls th name? there, in our own village Yes, mademoiselle recalled the name She smiled at because he had called i ir own vu lage.” There existed betwecn herself ly’s former nerited, a ade and W al- servant, had in- licate nuance of mutually respectful whom she Intimacy, a familiarity which ex- recsed 3 pre a itsell ir } rather than I manner “We know the protective back of Anatole’s head as he words what we know!”’ said , the proffered curve of his arm for her signi ‘ cant

1d when she alighted, the : ; } touch of glove to cap visor \ share our memories, we two! But we ke them to ourselves, n’es/-ce | , It shamed her a little to have Anatol believe she mourne f j only tor young Wal } i aos } . Sam t } lace, deeply as she missed her Iriend. The bearded grenadier Margitte, it Dibbs’ general kitchen, had also entered into the Emily, spent much thought and time in the effort conspiracy to cheer to tempt her failing appetite **But what would you?” she shrugged at Anatole, who know where to make himself comfortable. ‘A woman's heart is not as man, to be 1 mais non! There are woman, when to eat Is not enough. “what that of a located in the esfo- times, for a Yet, nave we she continued, frowning, ) here? Alors, it is a chagrin which deranges For has souvenirs appetite, rather than a sorrow! has tears, one the ead, one ol the most tragi but one has not love-

sickness! That is for the living. I tell you, I who speak!”’ Margitte had been ssed in love more than once; sne Knew the symptoms. ‘You assure me the lover of mademoiselle is veritably no mors ‘But perfectly,” sighed Anatole; had not } f assisted to lay he himself Monsieur Wally in his grave the untortunute

The dead do not walk! “The dead, no. But love— that continues muttered Margitte with a deep “< Me bien ir!”’ Emily, quick to sense unspoken syn to walk! contraito sign pathy In those about her nowadays, mace some effort to establish relations with th: fe ne de menage, USiIng such phrases of the native tongue as she had acquired; but success The without woman only mut tered evasive replies, in ly

realized at last that Margitte did not under- stand her. “Of what valle y are you?”’ she asked in some curiosity; she had believed Euskara to be spoken throughout the Pyrenees “Me, Iam of Bethmal, mademoiselle the region of the Ariége. There one has not the langue brute Basque. One tongue may she added, “‘it is true that by marriage. I have a Basque. And what is more,” she added, W Anatole, oblig ingly polishing boots which were not his to speaks a comprehend. But,” I] am Basquaise married myself with persons th a withering glance at polish, “‘I shall continue to marry myseli with Basques. They know how to be fait! ful, those ones! It is they who keep the fow]

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ne me tne ! the r a t t ( ¢ y ‘ ‘ f ‘ sked you to so descend, per- mur! e Anatole nnocently grou gr in ‘Basques are, in ef- iT 1 nds she continued owing warmtl “But difficult to } difficult to get.” fact almost impossible,’’ murmured inder her breath, with her odd little she wondered sometimes to what t S she must be reduced be- eased to grin at herself.

9° ile has said at l agree with you, Margitte; but diffi- yoice the only husbands answered the girl, her prea ng over it.

frowned af ihen for no reason that was OOK { il d led him to the kitchen door. i! e remarked in her deep “March! Va-t’en! We have 2 ] ere of a sex like yours. Fla- u!’’sher

j ' Derangers of a young t ! ed “a i ng wom S appe- 1 ed ther pleased with the é rhe « slammed in his 1) suggested more than ! cor ence, tha »> tO he ormer step Zg f them at Biarritz, o t he now of her presence i ghborhood; and at length Emily to l n. She told Anatole to el e day to Biarritz, which she ert oided. But as they came the she haped cove of the Port ‘ who ea ne had first seen 1 where ww another boat was t ras the yacht Gathid had e bade him sharply to turn again D : gave as her excuse the I pied 4 1 { at overtoc ‘ the town, a ( a t as vaguely not wearir ate “‘sport- to Frenchmen, nor yet the com- tweed plus-fours of the English, eda i shabby blue sack coat, a ‘ an the inevitable Anatole stopped the car ming over his shoulder at the \ enjoyed the company of , bserved? It is the y om < ore Mon- 1 I ne¢ whose visits ind OL So ele iting a na- ed wit ertalIn eagerne ne bor o teba who t r { ed g e her news olf M proved nguiariy un- ( ew ) Was ONLY half told them, on his way ! nNahat i A n “ protested Emily tend to push at ycle mony tne Pyrenees iié tted the saddie ol it arried me far and il Rosinante of mine, who t than othe steeds. it onotay eciate the i little holiday or With a Irie 1Wwho id ( iste to return to t m} ous, you V e ( © Ss@a, OU heart " we are in the \ ¢ the ea aga | be with either, were i our Eng I é e many oO Ont Ie Nngiist He had to give himself the ny ontt idies as he passed J le-] on | W to f ta for } verily some Gata [to new boon In a ce t r ancient tle¢ beyond the towr ‘You knew I was asked Emily eager ‘But natural! not mention from what source Miss Dibbs’ ears had pricked at mention of the tler toward at St.-Jean-de-Lu , mademoiselle.”’ ile did

she had a sentimental! leaning graveyards, especially ancient Basque ones. **Do let us drive you there,”’ she urged it a sudden flutter of hospitality. ‘‘The dis- tance is nothing in a car-—and stop with us for dinner afterward. I am sure it would be good for my young friend to see more of the gentlemen’ and graveyards are always so delightful. The chauffeur can take your wheel up in front with him quite easily; can’t you, Anatole?” ‘*T shall regard it, M’sieu le Comte, as an sonorously replied Anatole, who ad his Provencal reverence for all things rary, even bicycles. he savant accepted without demur, presently succeeded in making the graveyard more interesting than Emily had known graveyards could be. The discoid stones found in so many of theancient ilerri, he explained to them, were lineal descend- ants of the round bucklers placed by As- syrians on the tombs of their warriors. *Thes re placed only over the graves of fighting men, though it would be difficult to find any time or another been fighting men.”’ “Do you mean to tell us,” asked Miss Dibbs with a little shiver of pleasure, ‘‘ that your people are descended from the Assyr- ians —those Assyrians who ‘came down like the wolf on the fold ‘*Unless,”’ assented the count, smiling, descended from us. We have I fear, on too many

t onor,’ } * also:

Basques who have not at one

eA ey were come down ourse lves, folds. My people are not a foundling race, as someone has said, left on the doorstone of We are Europe,” he added simply. ‘But many races in passing have left their souvenirs.” He pointed out other symbols as ancient is the Assyrian buckler—the tomoyé of Japan, the swastika of India, the serpent, and everywhere that most worship of all, the sun symbol. monuments of limestone as enduring as the hills from which they came. Others, europe.

the tree of life; ancient These were carved on tabular more ancient- looking, of rough red reality quite modern, he the eighth crosses with sandstone, were in told them, being whereas the rounded arms carved in chalices and seven-branch candle- only of century, elaborate tall I sticks, were quite a mushroom growth, dating from only the seventeenth. “The century in which my country was first settled,’’ commented Emily dryly; and Miss Dibbs sighed insympathy. ‘‘ What an upstart it makes one feel! And I hz ways been rather the having an ancestor who fought in the

idea of Bat- buc ked by tle of Hastings.” ‘There are more desirable thir gs than commented the ly, “‘in count polite

her men or nations. He called their attention to a stone in the oor ol the deep chu shies . nouse

ren porcl , over one ol

tombs which are always sold with the The owner, one Esponda by name, was “given tomb in he and his may have the enjoyment thereof of the family they belong to. the possession of this order that loreve

remarked Etcheverr

‘one wonders whether | spor

ys his privilege, now that he Miss Dibbs ment on the moderately. saw the point of t} home and laughed im- ‘“He meant, don’t you see,” she explained to Emily “that it is better Way for a man or a nation to be not quite so old and to be still alive. Clever—ol very Your friend is quite a humorist, Both ladies were somewhat astonished by the welcome accorded their guest by the : le ménage, Margitte, opened the door to them. There was a sud- femme de } den fusillade of exclamations, sne when greetings,

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EVENING POST questions; when he held out his hand to her, laughing, she seized it in both her owr and would have kissed it had he not forbid- den her sharply. She ran for a brush and began dusting his coat with passion, mean- while stream of ex- keeping up a st

lamations and questions; nor would she

be quieted until Etcheverray promised to make a visit to her kitchen immediate after dinner. ““You seem,” our maid He exp] of their vi remarked km lv ‘to } work.” imarried aman

ge. “I had oceasior to make know how them a little these peasants would rather own the patch th wedding gift. You

deed to a hillside onior an to a mansior in heaven.” Margitte’s asked in some sur- “So you are responsible for ‘land in the sun’?”’ she prise, noting their guest’s shabby coat and remembering the 7 ruined castle in the hills, “We always give property when they marry.” He added with a smile, perhaps sensing her thought: “‘Land being the only thing of which the Etcheverray still have more than they re- condition of his L’Ey Kahat

our people a bit of quire.”’ He was as good as his word, and reminded Emily to Marg ¢ kitchen, whose red tiles were still wet from take him later to itte’s the extra scrubbing they had just received; a pleasant room, with its dresser of shining curtains, i e saints in bright frames ight gi preferred it herself to any other room i-checked pewter, 1ts re chromos of t by mil ly tod 1a10. y chez Dibbs, even the much-vaunted But she

wondered a little at the len;

the count’s visit there. From the above, the two could be heard natting along steadily, often both at once, ir a ¢ ct which was unfami to bot ladic “What language were you speaking wit} a = ; a

Margitte?”’’ Emily could not r “Not Basque, and certai

French? He explained that it was the Catalan. ith us has a differ- V proy oad ae - you may know, alll

“Almost every v ent dialect;

ce rtainly eve

] ere are even, as s of the Euskara, so that the spelling But au same root language, the the ound frequently confuse.

fond it is all the kara; all ‘clearly speaking,’ as name has it; not blurred and rough like the Catalan, or full of elisions and words of sev- meanings like the French; nor

eral

drawling and overpretty like the we d'Oc. The name ‘clearly speak bes our tongue

ir people,”’ said Emily thought fully. Nothing drawling or confused or overpretty about them! The count gave her a nod of apprecia tion. “a describes us, mad emoisel] to describe ou should ing.””’ The , that is true. I cannot irly too clearly,

that doesn’t mean that 1 on the

contrary.” case,”’ suggested the other lightly, “it would be well to marry—when you marry aman who acts clear

again The combination should be valuable.” Like Esteban, she thought with a pang; there was a man who acted wanted and took it, clearly what he saw what he did not want and cast it aside. Aloud she said, moved her once before, “I wa on an impulse wnichn had

never Mmar- ried, Etcheverr I allowed you there in

because tir He stopped her with a quick gesture. “But I bent over her understand,” ; “ang honor you, medemolselle Unexpec tedly he “We all he added with gentle signifi- understand. } Sia hand and kissed it cance permit me to say + made to the Urruty family. She let him go without

That was the only reference he asking any of the questions she had on her lips. What was the use of questions? From the f the count’s Margitte i became a changed won pe riod of Visit,

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eased to mutter and frown and sta wit arms akimbo while meals ‘ rved, da ing her ladies not to enjoy her good viand and became affable, mysterious, given to laying a finger against the nose and looking artful ‘What can nave ome over her?” M Dibbs asked nervously of Emil She positively genial. Do you suppose it can be a liiness coming on. Or another sallor The poor woman is constar becomime be trothed to sailors and vetting deserted | them; it is most disconcerting. But tl time she has quite an air of triumpl! hay vou noticed? You do not suppose it could he Anatole?’ ‘Dear me, I ‘**Anatole is a must speak to him.” But Anatole denied the imputation wit! heat “TI, of my demoiselle regards me a murmured | ' nope not mistress. hocking flirt. !

some

little adventu deportment of

makes onesel polist es a boot here and t} ere, Gne assists to prepare the legumes; but these things do Soyer angu ( not compromise.

moiselle. There shall be only such little at- tentions as Improve the genera

Margitte was simultane- } The change in

ous with the appearance of the first flora offering on Miss Dibbs’ doorstep, addressed in flowing purple ink to La Mudemoise Américaine—a stiff little bouquet in a paper holder, followed ir ! iccession |} other bouquets, by fruits, by flat baskets of fish, even of prawns, that delicacy so deat to the coast, a sma rustacea with a flowe e odor. Once it was a singing bird in a cage of twisted osie such as sailors make; once a sash of blue ribbon, such a fairing as peasant lover ring home to their sweethearts from a féte To open the door each morning became ar advent the nhousenoid With each gift of the femme de nenage grew more mysterious and propri- etary. ‘‘One would fancy,” said her mistress much intrigued intended for hers gitte mous donor? Had I not better question

knows something abou he her? ‘“‘By no means,” said donor will probably cease to be anonymous soon enough.” Though thess i naive attentions touched ar : ‘ is she had not been amused for weeks, she preferred to regard them oming ab tractly from Esteban’s people

ceptible young sailor who had seer some sentimental fisher- man with a taste for blonde Miss Dibbs herself seere the jetty, perhaps;

suspected the Comte de 1ynes, whos« admiration of the girl was « lent A trifle staid, perhaps, for her recl

Her curiosity could not long support the stralr Emily overheard her consulting the oracle of the kitchen; any conversation OK part Was easy to it a Basque custom —all coming to Miss Weldon with no name at- tached? So unusual! Do you know what it means? + these gifts The woman’s robust laughter shook the walls ‘Do I know what it means? Ah, Dieu,

does a babe at the breast not know what it means? But a lover, mademoi- selle—what else? A fine new lover for la p rettes so that she will begin to rouge the lips and friser the hair and take the proper interest in an omelet a" “You forget yourself, Margitte!’’ said the lady shocked but pleased ‘** Miss Weldon would certainly not be interested me. Her heart, in—in admirers at such at as you know, is in the grave.’ Continued on Page 127

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Continued from Page 122 the come ‘unin cried other in high good humor, ‘“‘it Out again, foul de ’ , think it is already why does she receive the gifts of court must For me, | dite out, else hip, mademoiselle? Why does she place carefully the flowers in water? Why does she eat with appetite the little fishes? Why does she hang the bird in her wir.dow for all the world to see Hein elf. Ah, ah,’ she cried, smacking her lips wit} I ask my- unction, “‘there is nothing so const ng to a heart in the grave as a good sound ss upon the mouth Her mistress fled the Really,’ she murmured to yitte has, I fear, a very coarse kitchen in dismay Emily, ** Mar } And I am afraid we have made a mistake, my dear, in receiving these anonymous pres We should have let them lie upon the ents doorstep, even if they spoiled there and melled unpleasantly.”’ Emily, however, had come to her own conclusions about the anonymous presents, she having caught Margitte, unnoted, in the act of patronizing the public letter writer in the place, who was inscribing cer tain pasteboards elaborately in purple swirls and curlicues of ink trying t “The good soul is gy to interest in life again prises on the doorstep herself, and valued the rouse my by putting these sur- ” she thought; ys none the less tor to attract, being predisposed in one’s favor by habit, the cosmic urge, : dispensations of Providence; the affection of other women, espe erving at e girl was newly and justly proud. Was unprepared, however, for the fliite No woman of that country basauflite; its use is sacred to men other useful but to win ‘ally of women--that was a feat of which uvysa and féte days and the courting It came as the two ladies sat reading to- gether, from the depths of the dark garden, where a high tide lapped its soft whisper on the sands: a low, windy breath of music, hardly more than a whisper itself, at the first note of which Emily sat suddenly erect, listening. Miss Dibbs listened, too, as she turned the pages of her book, sigh ng—-she hardly why Another of Margitte’s she would never again employ erty in her kitchen The music died and d and Miss Dibbs, looking some th Emily had gone ran and saw the girl descending the the dark garden, slowly, surely walker, the trailing behind her in the dust This, thought Miss Dibbs in annoyance, is really indiscreet! She will take cold on the damp ground. It but it isn’t summer; really is a Man lips to utter a warning, There was a Man! She masculine figure distinctly outlir the silvery f She noted also a large white yacht moored just beyond, quite close in. But meant nothing to Amelia Dibbs just then Her horrified gaze returned to the intruder to move run. Was clapped her season, knew follows rs, she supposed; widows of prop- d not reappear; up presently in it she was relief, realized alone, She to the window, steps into like a slee pP- delicate lace scarf she wore feels like summer, and suppose there about. She opened her and paused, para- stal- ed Day lyzed saw a wart against water of the } ‘ ht y ACTIls toward whom Emily continued with a littl girl crazed? Miss Dibbs hands to her lips with a small scream he two figures had met; they appe ared to falteringly, at last tne be merging into one figure! Be ing a woman of strictest honor, spinster turned at this point and fled into her room, where she sat down on the e of her bed and breathed hard Below, in the garden, it was very still Emily, leaning back in Esteban’s arms, only gazed at him—gazed and gazed, as if his eyes were some far horizon to which her soul had taken wing. Hewaited; he dared not rouse her too suddenly from this pale trance; only the grip of his arms close and stronger, and the arms trembled. Minutes passed. Suddenly out of the laurel bush beside them spoke an urgent whisper: ‘‘ Mais, dépéchez-vous donc, M'sieu grew Steban! Kiss her and be eM ‘ ‘ ‘ one to wait forever? more table purpose It was not Daphne whose voice spoke mality be put? There w wide W from the laurel bush, but the femme eat, she explains ‘ ‘ ‘ nénage, intent on bringing affairs toa suita mw he wishe ‘ nx ‘ pie conciusion ‘ KeeT ne t ‘ | ’ A The de ails of her wedding rem ned 4 e ne ept, a ( ways rather vague to En She was none Toward dawn, t efore, the too sure ndeed, that she had been prope yuest retired t the id " married; although it seemed probable while M 1) ‘ Ir ' Y view of M Pitt marked leaning ‘ ped 4 tranye ‘ tle fy toward the proprietic Marygitte, t eve r t 4 ‘ Ce i ter ! the er ( ol ic ; ttie n ng ry ‘ i \ that fam friend who in Basque commur ecole « eline about her t ‘ ties arranges all details of birth, deat} na te fou ( ‘ lite iwe Marriage had fu egard for the proprie prese t f met y \1 ties, as practiced, at least nthe valley ot Dibbs herse made r ef] tt om Bethmal. She had undertaken, at the re g what tle remaine the ‘ quest of her former employer and bene even t inadre \t interva " factor, the Comte des Luynes, to assist a tudio sounded the faint disturbing w ‘ i¢ ibor with the details of a suita lu t seemed est t ‘ ‘ tship; men, in these affairs, being pared for anything proverb ally helple ss. It was she who had Anatole, on the s iggestion of Maryitte proposed to the two gentlemen the idea of disappeared at sunrise, to return that the anonymous gifts as a sort of exper evening —-it was a record run —conveying mental advance; she who had notified as many of the Urruty household as |} Esteban, hovering in the background, wher would hold; rather more in fact. The she considered the moment propition machine top-hea wit} ist Suppose he had arrived, in his hot young embled hr hatboxes, hampe foolishness, at a time when mademoiselle _ lises; at the back was strapped a large ca still considered it necessary lor her heart to f Jurancon, also a crate of fowls, ar i fron remain in the grave—what misfortune! each window peered out the face of an ex Miss Dibbs, once the first shock of it was cited and wide-eyed little sister over, became an eager if somewhat anxious Esteban, laughing his pleasure ally ‘Il always feel,”’ she sighed .o her kissed in turn on both cheeks Madam emme de ménage, “that once tv young Urruty; his father Pedro; |} tepmot! have quite made up their minds, the Fancine; "Nacic, still in shepherd the sooner they get it all over with, the better for he had been taken straight from the for eve ry body Otherwise eve ryone loses pastures; Ktcheve rray, their neighb etter f av so much sleep.” rather proud of his performance; and last J ** N’est-ce pa r agreed the Bethmalaise the three little Zz rls, Bette carrvir yin bot . . y chuckling deeply arms a large closed basket [ \ rf ‘| \ ? [ ( ) sc Miss Dibbs had already lost rather more ‘What? cried the bridegroon hiitir OE € a Cu /OVELS sleep than, at her age, she could afford. On _ her, hamper and all, high in air in order t YELECI that first amazing evening, when she had _ kiss her more conveniently. ‘‘Do you te S H summoned up sufficient temerity to brave me I am to be married without the cour the terrors of the dark garden in the de tenance and support of our friend N I fense of her young, she had been greeted by — garro? H . the lovers’ quiet announcement that they ‘For a dog there was unfortunate ? never intended to be separated again so space,’’ explained the capable Bette re long as they both should live gretfully. ‘“‘But regard, 'Steban, whom | ‘*We can't be,”’ ‘‘Esteban has come to take him tonight “Bat,” midnight! the entire stranger to you that he said Emily very simply me away with gasped the spinster, ‘‘it is after Even if this gentleman is not is to me, how could you get married at such an hour without a license, or ar or ng of the sort?” They did not answer; they did not ap pear to be listening. They were gazing at each other as if no one else were present; and Miss Dibbs felt, moment they might merge again She compromised with Fsteban at last on a purely sporting basis, he guaranteeing himself not to elope with her charge, nor to abduct her, nor to do anythin nervously, that at any g rash until the customary formalities were complied with, on condition that she for her part made no effort to separate them, at any time, for any reason whatsoever **T have a fear, chére mademoiselle,”” con- fessed Esteban disarmingly, “‘to let th Emily out of my sight again lest she dis appear from me. You know how that is?”’ #1, Miss Dibbs, in a flutter of sympathy knew how it was, indeed—the girl had sud den ways. But what to do? Theirs, she explained, was a household of a spinster, women. She, could hardly ask a gentleman to stop pecially under the romantic « It would be most improper! added as an afterthought, room was already occupied by Emily. “T beg of you not to discommode your lf, mademoiselle,”’ under the same roof with them—e rcumstances Besides, her only guest sne urged Esteban cour “The night is fine. We shall be quite comfortable here in the garden.” “We!” gasped Miss Dibbs did not expect to spend the rest of the night What } teously f Surely they together au’? Say n the garden! would people “What people?” dreamily asked Emily The agitated lady had a sudden saving thought of her studio, which was of—and THE SATURDAY EVENING POST have brought instead The animals of ou q : house will not feel slighted.” She opened her basket to disclose the ruffled and ir dignant person of Gathid the cat, attired n a large white bow ; p ~ ( usiom Sailored beauty matriarch who demanded the presence of F-nily pending doubt, le said that is It was the ‘s stepmother at the in *Whil e something nuptials le her morals. ne to be desirec not our afla woman has the misfortune to be a heret In any case t is her right, as a representa tive of the bride’s family. to be See to this my Esteban obediently saw to it; and Su son with good-nat zanne appeared good titude, bearing no ill w whatever the state of her morals, her manners were ways amiable. She embraced her forme ‘ charge emotionally “As you see, I am speechless itterls Car Dealers H ( speechless! 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Makers of the Batteries, Flas! ill. Hoboken, N. J. San Francisco, Cal 17 vears building Quality products famous Br Radio git Batteries Chicage THE SATURDAY gasped, and went at once into a committee of the whole. The result was a white, glimmering vision under a cloud of tulle, with a coronet of camellias—her own pale flower; so that Anatole, himself rather elegant in a white cockade and a camellia, was gratified by her appearance as she came out to the waiting car which had carried them through such varied adventures, moving still like one in a dream from which she did not care to wake. “Ah, ah, if the poor Monsieur Wally could but have lived to see this day!”’ he was moved to murmur, to the embarrass- ment of Miss Dibbs, who felt that the reminder was untimely. Emily came out of her dream long enougt to smile at him through tears. ‘‘ You think he would be glad, Anatole?”’ ‘All who have loved mademoiselle must be glad this day,’’ murmured the little Provencal, with sincerity. She held out her hand to him as if he were not only a servant but a man, and Anatole bent over it as if he were not only a man but a gentleman. That sort of thing comes easily in Provence. They drove by devious ways to the church, the hood considerately lowered for the benefit of the populace, the car itself a triumphal chariot decked lavishly in white ribbon and paper flowers. Emily was un- prepared for quite so much publicity. She nodded and smiled automatically, ever, in response to various pleased cheers, conscious only that Esteban was waiting at the church beyond, and that the waiting ould not be long. Nor was theirs the quiet little ceremony jad imagined—they two alone together exchanging their vows at God’s altar in the presence of a few people whom they loved. Miss Dibbs had not able to hinting to several friends of the romance about to blossom in their midst, funeral baked meats so pleasantly furnishing fort} a marriage table. The mah-jongg players were out in force, to say nothing of the grow- ing crowds which had followed Anatole’s little parade to the church and now filled it to overflowing. \ few details impressed themselves on Imily’s dazed vision, to be appreciated later—the matriarch, a stately Goya por- trait in voluminous black silk, a mantilla of priceless lace floating from her tall comb, fine emeralds flashing at throat and ears; the little sisters, pressed into service as bridesmaids, with veils and stiffly starched first-communion dresses, creaking up the aisle in the newness of patent-leather boots; their mother Fancine, an overstuffed pin- cushion done in pink satin; Pedro, enter- ing the church with Esteban, his one arm thrown affectionately across the shoulders of his tall son as if he were still a little lad; and most striking figure of all, Margitte the Bethmalaise, in full ceremonial regalia carlet hood, upturned sabots, plaited crim how been resist son apron and all complete. For she had remarked acridly to her mistress, ‘that one has now adays the opportunity to wear a wedding costume, men being what they are!”’ \t the moment when the old priest mum bled the Latin which made them irrevocably and wife, it was Margitte who pro i from under her embroidered shoulder a hen, decked su tably as for sacri e, which she caused to cluck painfully top of its lung : during the rest of the it is not often,” ceremony, thus assuring all possible good tune to the marrying pair. Undo they i pulled it off without Margitte. who led the pair ceremonially to her kitchen could have It was she thtedly never to receive the traditional bread and who caused them to bitter brew together tter indeed that Emily chokedover it in ari re wine Of plenty; she a brew so EVENING POST order to increase the sweetness of their hap- piness by contrast. It was Margitte, also, who had caused long tables to be laid in the garden for an impromptu wedding feast. When Miss Dibbs—who did not know that there was to be a feast—diffidently sug- gested the drawing-room or the studio as affording greater privacy, the femme de ménage laughed aloud: ‘‘ Ah, mon Dieu, and who wants privacy at a wedding?”’ Whether they wanted it or not, they did have it. Miss Dibbs gazed in wilderment at the guests who began to ar- rive in increasing numbers to drink the health of the bridal pair. Could all these pecple have been invited? And by whom? She had spoken herself to a few English and American friends; but here were natives, too, natives of all sorts; her neighbors in the St.-Barbe the shop people, fishermen in their Sunday clothes, sailors from Ciboure, quite humble folk and other strangers who appeared to be gentle peo- ple--whoever passed in the street, indeed, turned into her garden as if he were ex- pected there, and was made welcome by Esteban and his father and the stately, sim- ple old woman in magnificent emeralds whom they called madre. Many who bowed before the bride ceremonially repeated a certain phrase which Miss Dibbs did not quite catch, fortunately, her ear remaining invulnerably English despite many years of abroad. These wishing Emily a healthy and a productive future “Do yourself, mademoi- | selle,”’ reassured tl e fe mmea not be- quarter, residence were not derange e ménage, not- ing her mistress’ growing dismay. ‘‘ There will be enough for all. Never shall it be said that a woman from the Vallée Bethmal was caught by wedding guests with an empty larder!” That it was Miss Dibbs’ larder did occur, apparently, not to anyone; and indeed the various hampers and crates and casks Anatole’s car were being put to equally good usage. Loaves and fishes abounded; con and hydromel flowed more and more freely; champagne corks began to pop, thanks to the generosity of Suzanne’s hus- band, who had contributed also from his hotel kitchens at Biarritz a magnificent cake, with a complete wedding party done brought down from the hills in wine of Juran- in sugar on the top. To the spinster’s con- fused mind, the wedding feast began to par- take of the nature of a miracle. A long table was set under the trees for the bridal pair and their more immediate friends; another at a discreet distance for the chosen companions of Anatole and Mar- gitte, including certain sailormen from the yacht’s boat, now beached at the foot of the garden path, From presently arose a sort of chantey, in which the Basques at the wedding table joined with gusto, Madame Urruty with the rest. Emily listened in astonishment. ‘‘Why, but they are singing one of our own college waiting. these songs —-singingitin Basque!’ sheexclaimed ‘As my people have been singing it several hundreds of murmured Esteban. Other Americans caught the familiar air fap LOT 1 ar , fal] stpl ” years, gaichiuicna, agerly: ‘For he’s a jolly ile Anatol ¥ . f and joined in e ’ good fellow e head wagging, mar baton, shouted to the same tune ong) a ’ Valbrouck s’en va-t'en querre Mironton, ‘9 fonton, mirontaine: hand into her hus- lump in her Emily slipped her band’ aware of a [foolish it family, after all,” t} at tnroat. sne Whis} ‘the old and young of us together!’ It happened to be the only family the girl could claim for her own. What ice the singing toasts and compliments in three languages; inglish churel = re mained had been broker Speeches began to be made, king the rector olf the Miss June 25,1927 Dibbs’ rector relief, clinking glasses amicably with the gentle old Jesuit who had married Emily to young Urruty. Esteban himself was forced to make a speech —his first. He rose, still firmly clasping his wife’s hand, and said very boyishly and simply, ‘‘ My friends, this is the hour for which I was born. And now you will ple: They accepted the hint amid shouts of laughter; but first the Anglo-Saxons, fired by a sudden determination to make this wedding as much as possible like home, raided the house for rice and slippers, un der a pelting hail of which the bridal pair ran down the path to the The sailors were before them; each sprang to his was to be seen, to her great e tO gO away: beach. oar. Esteban seized his bride in his arms and strode out into the water to place her in the stern, tulle and satin floating reck- lessly behind ther: on the tide. Pedro pushed at the prov., Esteban leaped in be- side Emily. They were off! Miss Dibbs congratulating herself with fervor that nothing embarrassing had occurred. With n weddings, one could never be sure Anatole, | r, Was saving himself for a climax. Stirred by the patriotic zeal of the Anglo-Saxons, he had footgear; and as the boat pulled rapidly away under a final rain of missiles, he raised his arm for the dramatic coup. But he was no pelota player; his aim missed, his offer- weve a] red also procurea ing fell short of the boat and into the water, where it floated, only too visible to all. It was an infant’s shoe, The English blushed, the Americans gig- gled; a groan arose-—a French groan. “Il sé perd! Il se perd!”’ If it should sink—ah, Dieu! If it should fail of become permanently engulfed gury! But it did not sink. The sailors stopped rowing instantly. With p inviting motions of the oars they urged it toward the boat. The little shoe continued to bob and dip innocently out to sea. ‘‘Ah, ah, if one had but Nagarro!”’ cried Bette despair- ingly. It gave the idea recovery and what an au- ent A sailor leaped into the a faithful dog, and re sea himself, like turned with the omen safe between his teeth. On shore, cheers mingled with tears; Suzanne, slightly flushed with wine, feeling that the moment had come to register ma- ternal emotion. Anatole, also flushed, flung an arm of triumph about Margitte and kissed her full upon the lips It was, as he explained at once, purely im personal, merely a tribute from all mankind to the sex which charms; and the resound- ing smack with which she countered was also quite impersonal —the riposte of the sex which charms for that which ever deceives. It happened to be the episode Emily remembered most cle: out of her wed- ding; that and the sudden shout of the | sailors as she and Esteban set foot at last, slightly together, on the deck of the Gathid; a high, wild, ringing cry, echoing back from other boats in the Port des Pécheurs, from the jetty, from all along the shore, dying away among the hills beyond For the second » she had received the Jasque time in her | salute, the irrazina: *Ahai-i-i-i! Heu! Heu! Urruty! U ruty! Ahai-i-i-1-i!” raised her head at the ghostly war Remembering, Emily and smiled up proudly banners, the dim old portraits of persons i Among she, too, was by nge to her and long since dead stra them hung her own, now; way of becoming an ancestor to this house Unafraid. she took her solitary candle and climbed t] n would share >» worn stone stairs to the room tonight with Este- ew that out at sea herself in their ship of sne ban’s children. She kr her lover, alone like dreams, would be remembering with her

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130 when Vogel must have told you of my hav- ibout a quarter of an hour's start, that 1 should e tried to overtake me on he iil, when it would have been so muc} have sent the car to get me at the telephone me th ere to come at T eve e sher nodded approvingly. ‘‘Was Vi True i wanted to overtake?’ No rhe t must have been the man that than that, you had eason to suspect that he knew the lay of he land; was quite to home here, in fact Why were you so anxious to meet up h him after he had just tre ated you so oug! M Brown gave him a steady look, then shifted her gaze to look as evenly at Marcus ‘I did that,’’ she said, ‘“‘ because had told me that Mr. Orrin had just drawn up a new And if what pected was the truth, | wanted to do my best to help carry out the spirit and inten- Voge] will. I sus-

on of that last will and testament.” She flung out her arms suddenly with a gesture ol despair O} he cried chokingly, “T wanted oO to ¢ what was right! He didn’t Knit He thought * She checked her- hed forward, covering her face th her I | ‘He Marcus gently, ‘that his father was asleep.”’ inds thought,” said Vv oo sheriff and Marcus sat in thought- fu ence until Mary Brown’s gust of emoti had ceased. Then the sheriff said

yo ‘Pretty fond of him, ain’t you “Yes.” dissatisfied. she looked up Marcus looked “There's lot that doesn’t hang together.” sne riff, quite a “There’s quite a lot,’’ said the ‘should ‘Why,”” Orrin have come asked, young and sneaked into

| tional the nouse surre} titiously ‘“‘T pass sheriff. ‘““Why should he have risked getting shot said the usa masked burglar?’’ ‘Didn't recognized.” Why should he have want to be hung round the premises, instead of clearing out when Miss Brow: ed the alarm?” He wanted to see his father,”’ said the eriff v and he didn’t know his ther was dead. Or maybe he wanted to i ee some lv else After locking Miss Brow her room, he slipped down the t vere right handy and whipped in ere and hid. Lots of handy places. Be- j mut fire ‘een or anv one of these it the sides of the 1o nd \ lo He might,”’ the sheriff , nued me ely be tucked up } PVE a Ma 1s } t ' (Gregor Orrir N Ne , ] dol | onsiderat irprised ‘ teeplechaser which, in its rsing might pitel onto an New Hampshire granite, 1 s of te of wnat Miss Brown admits I ‘ ise of it said the sher sg that I an d \I | ré 1 | nd incer t the g é t I ne ‘ mt te 1 he re eem to move her i j = has M 1s ; . Have t f I ! ( j ‘ hir G ( ‘ ! Tt \ t m Bu , hin the nd him, eve } » death } ° THE SATURDAY EVENING POST MOTIVE POWER Continued from Page 27 in the door, masked that way, to turn tail and scuttle off and hide. Even if he'd thought that maybe his father had just fainted, he’d have known from the sounds that the worst had happened, and come out.”’ Mary Brown looked thoughtfully at the sheriff. ‘‘You know Gregory Orrin better I supposed.”’ I knew quite a lot about him up to the time hé left college a couple of years ago, and most of it wasn’t any too good. But it wasn’t bad in this sort of way.” He fell silent again. Marcus asked, “Is he in love with you, Miss Brown?” ‘He told me that he was.’’ She hesi- tated. ‘‘He has asked me to marry him.” “Did Mr. Orrin know that?’ “No. I declined Gregory’s offer. At least, I told him that he would first have to change his way of living. He would not agree to that.” “Why not?” “For several reasons. Gregory Orrin doesn't realize it, I suppose, but he is ab- solutely selfish. What you might call a supreme egoist. He takes himself as a sort of prince. He’s always had everything. Gone after what he wants, roughshod. He likes his freedom and doesn’t see why, with his position and looks and attractive per- sonality and money, he should have to stop throwing his money away with both hands and get down to some serious way of living. He is a natural-born gambler and spender, and he doesn't want to work.” ‘‘Never had to, so far,” the sheriff said dryly. ‘** All the same,’’ Marcus persisted, ‘‘ you are pretty sure, Miss Brown, that this man was Gregory Orrin?” “*T was.” “Why?” ‘For the reason you've considered: That the bloodhound made such a fuss when I drove in. I’ve had a lot to do with dogs and there was no mistaking the joyful noise this one was making. But since Vogel says that the car was one that the Orrins used here, that might explain it “But must well while he was driving,” jected “T didn’t, though. He had on an over coat, with the high collar turned up, a: didn’t look round. Besides, I wasn’t think- ing about the driver, and I thought Gregory was with his polo team in Aiken.”’ ‘*How did the man inside explain him- be??? II him pretty Marcus you have seen ob- st ‘He merely said he was going on to a farma little farther along the road. Country- station cars take as many passengers who happen to be going their way as they can carry “That’s right,’ the sheriff agreed. ‘There's another little point or two. Did Vogel tell you that the will had been drawn, in the he “Yes out : aring of th Vogel heard the car drive up, and ind opened the door for me. The first thing | ‘Is the lawyer Vogel said, ‘He just left, miss. He wanted to walk to the station and I set him That upset me, because I thought that I must have been needed to do the typing. I said, ‘Then his business with Mr. Orrin is finished,’ and Vogel answered, ‘Yes, Miss Brown. The job’s done and the lawyer's gone.’”’ i ,*” Marcus is driver? asked was: here . , on the lane you're too late, “Was the word ‘will’ spoken? isked “Then,” said the sheriff, ‘the first thing of after learning that Mr. Or- s that the be somebody that sus- 5 ought rit is dead, wa man who had “! ead you must pected a will had been drawn and appeared to have some interest in it, and the only such person you could think of was young Orrin.” “Veg” “And aos t then you remembered about the {1 took out over the lane You thought maybe you could overhaul Gregory Orrin?”’ -T“,"" “But you didn’t think he had any hand in his father’s death? Even knew aboutit?”’ “he.” “But you did think he might suspect that the lawyer had the will?”’ “"¥ea.”" “So what you really were after was to keep him from falling foul of Mr. True?” “Te; “Then,” said the sheriff, ‘‘you had rea- son to believe that Gregory had reason to suspect that his father had made a new will, cutting him out.” “Yes, I suspected that.” “Why?” “Because Mr. Orrin had said to me not long before, ‘If Gregory were married to a girl like you I'd feel safe about him.’”’ The sheriff nodded. Marcus looked at him a little puzzled. ‘Don’t you believe now that it was Gregory Orrin?’’ Marcus asked. “‘Well, I’m a mite shaken. It’s possible he was hiding somewhere—in the closet, maybe —and didn’t hear all that was going on, or at least not enough to learn that his father was dead. Then he might have peeked out and seen you come in and get the rifle and slip the brief case into the drawer.” Marcus nodded. ‘It looks to me as if Mr. Orrin had writ- ten to his son at least a week ago and told him what he planned to do; said that it was his wish that he marry Miss Brown, or perhaps assumed that such was Gregory's intention, and stated that he was going to make this change in his will. Then hear ing of his father’s accident and not know ing just how serious it might be, he hurried home.” The sheriff shook his head. a hole in it. Why should he have come this way, stealthy-like?”’ “No. That doesn’t check,’’ Marcus ad- mitted. ‘‘Besides, merely driving a car wouldn’t account for the burned oil on his finger tips. Whoever grabbed Miss Brown had been handling the machinery or dirty tools just before. I think we’ll have to say that Gregory Orrin is out of this.” ‘*Yeah,”’ said the sheriff, ‘‘our dam don't stand the strain. Don’t even hold water.” “Then who?”’ Mary Brown demanded. “The people here are out of it,”” Marcus ‘*None of them knew what the new they had, it coat “There's still said. will contained, and even if couldn't affect them.” 3ack where we started from,” sheriff. Marcus looked at Mary Brown. ‘You might as well go to bed. We shall have to know some more before we can start thing fresh. All we know now is that there was a masked man and that he gave you a said the any- pair of very sore shoulders “In Mary “that I’m let out of the suspicion of making it all up.” ‘Well, that’s worth something,” ff and smiled. she riff was right. other words,”’ said Brown, said the ‘*Looks to me liks t doctor fellow stuck his This head in Mr. Orrin’s room and gave him a and his heart went Then the fellow locked you up and came down here and hid, and saw Mr. True come in and get the rifle and put his case in the Then when Mr. True went out, he

shock back on him. drawer forced the drawer and got the case and did his get-away. But why he was here at all, and what he don’t know and have got to find out.”’ Mary Brown rose wearily. “I'll go up then,” “Good night.” She and up the is something we was after, she said. went out leaning back in his chair, fi

sheriff sat ng spread and their tips together in front of his face, which again reminded Marcus of that of an old hound, as it lifts its head from a baffling trail, striving to catch some random scent from the alr

June 25,1927 “We'll have to talk to that garageman,’ Marcus said, ‘“‘the one who came with Mis Brown.” “That'll be sheriff. ‘‘Not much of : scalawag. No great harm in him, at that Gregory used to run round with him some Sam

when they were boy There came the noise of a car outside “There’s my wagon,” said the sherifi ““Guess I might as well trot along back I'll want to talk to Sam. Don’t think we True. Not g.”” He rose, then can call this a murder case, Mr

even housebreaki turned and asked the question that Marcus expected: “What about Miss Brown? She held out on us a mite at first she knows?”’ “Yes, | think so shield Gregory.” nad Think she’s told us al! She wanted at first to Selieve she’s in love with him?” “I’m afraid so.” ““And he playin’ fast and loose? “Trying to do both, “Well, he marry her.”’ “Tf he wouldn’t before, he’s not now,” Marcus said. ‘I’m the one fallen down in th <0 I should say could do a heap worse thar apt t that’ I hadn’t any s business right to let that document go out of my) possession Aa ‘Well, it was natural for a he man to arm himself and take out after the rascal,”’ ‘and in that will would seem to be safer where you put it. We may turn up something yet. You going to stay here another day?’ “T think I'd better.” The sheriff said good night and went out Marcus sat thinking, and his thoughts were very bitter. His ill-advised looked as if it had cost

said the sheriff, case the action now this girl, whom he more and more admired, a very large for- tune. But there was this about it: That the thief, whoever he might be, must quickly realize the value of the document and would be apt to offer it for a price whether to Gregory Orrin or to Mary Browr hing to d this for Marcus dismissed it e probiem of why a masked } here was not » about the moment, so fron is mind for tl

lurking in the that moment, and with what possible motive. He dismissed the person- present Vogel, MeNeil, the them spect the character intruder should have beer nel there chauffeur and Simpson had none of natailtos f managing to eaves , the subsequent procedure would not » got them anywhere so far as getting possession of it was concerned. He was presumably well or Ss way to the statior had been manhandled when Mary Brown and he had not been followed But this masked man was real; Mary iers, he! Marcus Brown's bruised shoul georgette blouse were evidence

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ess fetched up short at the te b Ist His readings — nature ire storie that ne was ratner fon pe alted his thought. He gla iat the blouse laid by the sheriff on the ti e and left there Mary Browr Marcus snatched it up eagerly The marks on the left shoulde were blurred from Ma Browr n at tempt to clean them off —an a discove red bD the she I B it the mie on the right sleeve had not been touched them retiect t Marcus’ « ves fastened or No, the most-g fted and best-trained |

t ind couid not be expe ed t t al in sce gy finger marks blouse tha had just been worr If following any, it would be that of Mary Brow: But idea was worth something, if only in sug gesting another The men, Marcus’ theoretic knowledge of trailing told him, had gone about t )usiness stupidly. They nad taken the dog in leash from its kennels by the garage and premises, had put ng to circle the Continued on Page 135

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Continued from Page 130 ilmost immediately on the trail of the fox. This animal had circled the grounds, pass ng near the lane where Marcus had been. But the masked man would have gone in an opposite direction, passed by the upper end of the grounds, not following the road, of course, but going toward the road through the woods; but in what direction? It oc curred, then, to Marcus tnat no fugitive of uny sense could have listened to the baying of a hound without its occurring to him mmediately that an attempt would be made to use the dog in his pursuit. He probably would not have expected this to he abandoned immediately, because the dog had been started on a wrong scent What, then, could be the procedure of practically any person anticipating that a bloodhound be laid on his trail? The an- swer Was eas) r. And ther down below, was the lake, a long and nar- row one, out of and into which there flowed, But to avail oneself of to cross wate probably, a stream the lake a boat would be required, and there was the boathouse that must conta rowboats and canoes. Marcus had passed the fork in the lane leading down to it. He decided to investigate the boathouse. This time he did not bother to take the rifle reasoning that nobody was going to re main on this side of the lake, and if a boat had been taken the would be no telling

n what direction it had gone, whether up or down or across. Marcus wished merely to discover if this had been the line of at He went out of the house and turning down boathouse Here he retre hurried back over the lane, on the path to the discovered immediately that so far his rea oning had been exact The door of the hbouathouse was open, whet! er forced or never wked; and there were signs of a boat or ng been dragged out and down

s edge. Probably a light row ugh t, because there was “u canvas canoe with a pair of paddles in it ugainst the wa His deduction, Marcus reflected bitterly, He and the sheriff should have first thought of this, and or

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anil ¢ stead of building up a worthiess chain of questionnaire of Mary evidence and tne Brow? Here was something tangible Marcus stood for a moment thinking. He was now handicapped by a lack of all local wledge of topography There seemed nothing to gain by taking the canoe and paddling aimlessly around the lake He decided to do this very thing, not because promised anything as a quest but be ause the night was so lovely, the cond tions such as he most enjoyed, and he did not beheve tnat if he went back to the house and to bed he would be able to sleep 4 moonlight paddle in that rvstal all close to the shore, would soothe his sy t ompose his mind

He picked up the canoe by its amidships preader and, to avoid any noise that might be heard in the house and lead to nqulry arried it down a few paces and slid it gentiv into the water, then got aboard and picked up a paddle. He set out along the heading tow the lower end. Th Was high and he kept ‘lose to the almost under the overhanging branches ol trees on which the leaves were ilready well sprouted. All this part of the hore, he had been informed, belonged t He had gone about half a mile when he ahead, at the top of a low ledge that rose sheer from the water, what seemed to be asmall cottage, Dulking darkly in the shadow of the trees something yleamed lose to the water's ¢ dye and he discovered t} to be the side of a Canoe the mate to his own, alongside a landing place of stone Marcus permitted his canoe to glide steering close into the bank and keeping ir ts black shadow. An eddy of the faint a stirring brought the odor of wood smoke Drawing closer, he discovered the building little structure, like a chil yhouse, built, he imagined, for to be a pretty

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THE SATURDAY Gliding silentiy close to the ledge on whic! it stood, he saw that it was a miniature log cabin, with a porch on the front and one side Not a light showed trayed the fact that it was tenanted but the smoke he There was not apt to be smoke from any other source Then, as he glided ul to the anor moored there, he made a st Its side looked wet and more impor tant discovery glistening as if it had heen heeled dowr when somebody stepped out of it not very freshly painted long before, or else Marcus wished then that he had brought By luck, rather than definite plan, it looked as if he had stumbled on the the rifle masked intruder, and Marcus now believed that this must, Nobody else would |} } indeed, be Gregory Orrir ( ipt to follow this a { ne of retreat and come here to the little cabin to pass the rest of the night and to plan subsequent movements. The cabi: would furnish, also, the opportunity to examine the contents of the will It occurred now to Marcus that he might be in for a tussle. Gregory, he reflected might be a far worse egy than either Mary lark suspected Possibly Brown or Sheriff ¢ his father had been aware of this, and had thus been moved to make } change o will. Feeling his own physical condition to be far more precarious than the doctors had said, Mr. Orrin might have seen fit to make Mary f ally amount to being trustee of his son's srown what he believed would virtu fortune He may have had reason to be lieve that the two were in love. but that it would require some such coercion to make Gregory marry the girl. It flashed across Marcus’ mind that if Gregory were aware of his father’s death, then his first act on read ng the will would be to destroy it. There would be no object at all in keeping it. If on the contrary, he did not know the trut} f then he would regard the document as of no mportance whatever, since its absence must be at once discovered and a new will promptly drawn Marcus was ill found for a clash with this athletic desperado of a millionaire’s sor The odds were always with such, since the knowledge of his family’s wealth leads to a disregard of the damage done his antago nist. Marcus had not even a pocket torcl doubted a match for Gregory Or and, although himself athletic that he would be rin, whom he knew for one of those trim hut tremendously strong, wiry

trated masses of bone and muscle of the sort from which star athletes are made Quarterback of his college team, shortstop sprinter, holder of light and middle weight boxing belts, Gregory Orrin might yet have been taken, on the street, for a sturdy hig! school hoy, about five feet nine and weig! ng not over one hundred and filty stripype An ideal polo weight, he was one of those leceptive oung fellows tha ometin make nee mer oo i { tutled w traw he i! ny tl r ! 1 Ma 4 et with great cautior He managed to ge of the canoe without a sound and, the grit moonlight atding him to step noiseles eros to the Toot ol tne woode! step ead ip onto the porch of the cat This was built, Marcus perceived the very rim ot the leage, wt t ‘ ing a littie, so that there was trom itsrallashe drop of about ten feet, into fairly deey water. The fortunate young tenant ¢ abin could sit on t t itech perch and sunfis nd swing then nto the kitchen table \ ery tine, Mar ( is reflected, wher such blessings were n bined with discipline, or had a cont: ny agency that kept them from leading into the conviction that they were darlings the gods, and abus ny tne lay t 1 He now started cautiously up the wood steps. A porcl mber of experience w 1 ive trod where the plar were nailec and let his weight down slowly Mi: 1 did not think of this, and the first plank creaked with a noise that, in the breathless hush brooding over the place, sounded like the drawing of a tight nail or fiddle bow Marcus stopped short and listened. No EVENING POST 1 ime n rrecting | err ' edge of the pla Re r ry < ed stealt y ‘ the ’ y He id ist rea ed ‘ e heard a st wit Bette

Phere was not a4 nm frant af ed : nit. He had scarcely d flung sudder per Bef aside e any actior a ! i! ned Zz t S de it the s le wer ‘ ( paint grip ar ew t backward a ‘ \\ t t nee 4 ist above the oF “ A S ri the gyri ’ ’ ‘ Ma ‘ 1 1 ims t ‘ the 1 wate wit trer M with the t la I f plunge, Ma " dea fuse ia aiid hut rose f if gw yor and t ( | ‘ m t he f the r \ stepping to anion ked ind ‘ yn the lake. Marcus f rn tou bottom. ar t leet te \ w laug sort gurgling r hed and the canoe head end of the ‘ Ma ¢ ow i ( He ambered t ntention t give ase, thre that the paddadte nad oe en ther was | t} time mr away ded | a fre ttle eO78 prung out of the t Marcus did i i ( figure. He was satisfi that he w 1a ive i 1 behavior id he ! " den decease Nor w ild ‘ ive n that nu ny | \ sounded ‘ ne amusement Marcus went back into the found, then, that he had no mat moon was getting over the rising g the west and the t imp WwW shadow of the \ ing sp £ the refle ted light fron the i er i we ‘ te ‘ ‘ ‘ that it wa ( ‘ 1] ‘ t tthe w A te eXal ‘ i i 1 it ( Vi “ ‘ elle t t ( ey “ t , t t i ea iy 4 ic eo! But , ered the w M: ‘ “A ‘ ¢ i S A ‘ ind We { ‘ ‘ i \ é i " He if yr ‘ vent n A inging s wet th os } tried, then, t the ‘ a Ve trom the ‘ t ( great ire Ie t prec i ‘ ndamage all, was the main thing. It render portant the vagari now practically disinherited Gregory Orrir Continued on Page 137

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Continued from Page 135) It was by this time three of the morning and Marcus decided he had better have a le sleep, having worked all the night be- re at a brief thrown on him by the sudden Iness of the senior partner. Then, as he as about to get into bed, there came a soft rapping at his door. He switched on the lights and opened it to find Mary Brown ding there. ‘I couldn't sleep,” she told True, “and | heard you go into your room. | came to tell you that it wasn’t Gregory Orrin who “How do you know?’ “Just after you and the sheriff went out he telephoned from Boston.” Are you sure it was he?” “Yes. For one thing, it was his voice and sides, he mentioned something nobody lse would refer to. He was fearfully shocked to learn of his father’s death. Of course, I had to tell him.’ Marcus was hopelessly taken aback. ‘Come in,” he said, and then as Mary Brown hesitated, ‘‘or come downstairs, if you'd rather.” Mary Brown went down. Marcus fol lowed her, carrying his precious brief case, which he was now determined should not eave his person. As he entered the library she looked at him and gave a gasp of sur- ‘*Where did you find it? Is the will lhe will’s inside.”’ Marcus told her briefly what had hap pened. She listened in amazement. ‘‘You're pretty Keen Mr. True.” ‘It was Gregory all right. He is a worse oundrel than I thought. Hard as nails.”’ ‘But how could it be, when he telephoned rom Boston?” ‘*How do you know it was Boston?’ Why, he told meso. Besides, it sounded He was calling you from the log cabin It would have a telephone and lights.” ‘But if that were so he wouldn't have ished off and left the will ‘He didn't think it worth while to de oy it. Look he 5 \larcus drew out the will and spread it n the table. At the top of the first sheet vere written and underscored the words: wo copies.”’ Mary Brown looked puzzled. “‘But you old us this was the only copy.” ‘It is. That ‘two copies’ is instructions o the typist to make it in duplicate, which were then to be duly attested as true copies the original. Once a document is prop erly drawn and signed and witnessed and fidavited, you can make as many copies is you like. He took it to mean that tl was one of two copies oe Mary Brown looked unconvinced. ‘Vogel took the message and said that long dis e was calling me.” could have told him that. Held the ece at a little distance and put al one lr is voice I'd say he'd be the sort for such a monkey trick and to | Besides, I tried to call up the sheriff just now and there was nobody The sheriff didn't think to give orders for somebody to stand e local central by—I doubt whether they have an all night service, except in the summer season.” ‘Il can’t believe it of Gregory,’’ Mary Brown said slowly ‘He certainly did not know that his ather was dead when he left this house,”’ Marcus said, ‘‘and when he learned of it from vou. he would see more than ever the necessity of proving an alibi. It would lool too rotten for him. Just what did he say He called me by a nickname of his own, and said he’d learned at the bank that I'd yme here. He had come up from Ai e said, because he was worried about his father, and asked how he was doing. When [ told him of Mr. Orrin’s death he seemed inable to speak. Entirely overcome Did you tell him the rest No. Time enough for that, I thought He said he would start right up here by THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Mary Brown said slow If you a td pic A rignt about ht Mr rue Il shan't ept for nfine ‘ ¢ ¢ this bequest ¢ the rest f then Marcus raised his evelrows That, of plications the best t mis course, is your own affair, Miss Brow) spiratior Mr. Orrin’s intention now seems clear rays of a ver ‘ in! trear enough. He believed that you were sit him. Marcus had learned that 1 cerely devoted to his son, loved him deep) morning train for Boston at He believed also that Greyvory | ed you eided t take it There were n t i \ © and that he would be pretty sure to marry — pressing busir matter } y pron you if he found his status changed to that ttentior j j ‘ ol a young man obiiged to work for ind read ew mme ing, or at least the sort of living that he This } ‘ t mn te t wants and to which he has always beer got up and dressed and went dowr to the accustomed Briefly, Mr. Orrin believed kitchen, where he found Mrs. MeNe that if you were married to his son and ordered the car and pr led him with egg \ held the purse strings, you'd ke a mar ind coffe he wa ecent won of him, and failing that, Gregory was shocked and silent by what had happened r bound straight for the devil. So if you Vogel was not yet up and M iswas glad t really want, as you said early in the eve of it. He did not want t talk t I ning, to carry out the spirit and intention anybody, not even the sheriff, whos of this will, then the way to do it 5s to mation he ¢ 1d ant pate ihe wl ‘ Ni marry Gregory.” night's strain and its result had left hin t the w ‘ Mary Brown looked at him intently) r is and depressed. H ay ey ‘If by any chance you should be right ofa ely gir e Mary Brown n ga about this, Mr. True, would you advise me scalawag like Gregory Orrin, even thoug " i Pulls to marry Gregory?” she were in a pecuniary wa ghly } 1 for int r nd M ‘I certainly should not t. Marcus was not sure that the t t “Then what would you advise?”’ vice he had given her was of the best “To accept this bequest and let him The chauffeur drove m to the statior \\ t f 2) work out his own salvation as best he where he got aboard the train wit It sec H t ‘ , might—no doubt as his father intended ing anybody familiar t m. It wasa lin down. Now to make matters w that he should in such a case ited express and stopped next at another f m, she glanced a Mary Brown was silent Marcus said station that must be, Marcu ew of the eemed t e amused at its ex gently, “J think I'll modify that last ad landscape told him we to the itherr Phe went into the ving vice, depending on one condition. Are you, end of the lake, much nearer the Orrir eated themselves l ‘ in spite of everything, in love with Gregory estate in an air ne, but probably le me from ] e End Be Orrin?” accessible by road ighed agair She seemed n ‘Yes, lam,’ murmured Mary Browr Changing in Portland, Marcus noticed font ighter, t f “Then marry him anyhow Marcus the other side, on the next tra i train wasa \ is fe said, “‘and do the best you can with him : about to leave ver the same ne is al antagonism a it ne a ce He had scarcely spoken when the tele nounced by a guard. The passengers were that of a child who feels that the te phone rang. The pair stared at each other getting aboard it, so that there was a double ibout to reprin in surprise. Then Marcus got up and went = stream — those getting off wn train and Are you § ‘ to the instrument. those boarding the itgoing one He id ite in g g to father **Mr. True speak ng ts ta r it a lew ste] when he saw il she bega and then at “This is Sheriff Clark. Anything turned | proaching, a girl w e face was distinctly ! up there e house? r,t i é ild not the r thing pene ] ‘ i “Yes ed to call up a few minute recall it. Marcus turned t t Rat r J ago and got no answer.’ her as she passed. He was baffled, unpleas grave ‘‘Operator must have stepped out for a antly puzzled at a fan irity that wa et Beatrice t spell. What's happened?’ entirely elusive as to this gir lentity. blanched ‘“T’ve recovered the will, O. K. Not cer Marcus, who prided himself on his power of cus’ forearm tightened enst tain who took it. I'll tell you later bservation and an ability to place peopl irt ell me ‘Well, that’s fine. I haven't seen Sam Was much disturbed to find msell at su Your father die Cummins yet, but I have an idea who ‘twa a loss about 10 ithe ew rode with him and drove the « Reekor Moreover, it was not a face or figure that than the doctors t ight s heart we'd better talk about that later too.” a young man would be apt to forget, while denly failed n It i et st All right Marcus felt, morethanever, the f ensemble of this young woman was Beat tared at m les yrie sure about his conviction When will you not nly merely attractive but distir Marcu iwue felt than wit be out?”’ guished. She w 1 mmor pre i ein t “ After I guess No great nig £ Hut gracetu 1 with the « t t hurry as th d. I've called off 1 tic ste nd movement t mode f t \ eeme boys and I guess there’s no need of any minine athlete, with a vigor that suggest et ‘ er M quest—-death from natural causes w the n} shij iss In events i i t VV ttor tHe stand. The doc talked to Mr. Orrin’s spe to demand great strengt swimming A ‘ t Mr. O t cialist on the phone, and he didn't seen { e. He e was Square thoug f anyway surprised. Said his heart was right vish, wit s t straight se, eyes that A r é feeble and there might have been some neid an intensity of blue ( int dou n Beat ‘ 1d f te R damage to the spinal cord. Mr. Orrin con ble violets, and dark chestnut hair that v t it M plained of numbness in his feet.”’ closely bobbed t A ““Were we pretty near right about the She was swinging along In a springy ela erwheiming masked man?” Marcus asked tic way irrving her own suitcase as if it Feelingt “Pretty near,”’ said the sherifi in his were a wrist bag, and the expression of he tate ta eve r laconic way ‘See you after breakfast fresh face nveved to M ‘ 1 , then.”’ j 5 f ng but mething of that deter ed. M Or , bah an Marcus turned wearily to Mary Browr mination which one might see on the face sixtv and had rece ‘I’m afraid,”’ he said, “that you've got f a girl athlete on whom the credit of he iry ahead of you that hardest of all labors of college is staked with the winning of some 1¢ for} ca love—the reformati f I gg rdu event. He turned again to see he ty; yy il nt ‘ ‘ i y S me ‘ } ; ‘ ‘ i vi iv e arew fhe \ f ] f then H r NOR once in his life Marcus True found For a moment she remained thus poised ten I himself in dread of the performance of displaying with indifference the strong t twe his professional dutie He shirked the re shapely extremity of a hurdle ‘ t t sponsibility of saying what he wanted t Asse etwee em the say to Gregory Orrin, on the arrival of that _ nit that was mutua ruthless, selfish and, as he had shown him It was Beatrice Orri: Marcus remen B self to be, cold i ing mar He ered g met rief moment thre figured out the appr mate time Gregor ears before, wher ‘ r wit Anot might allow for his fictitious driving of a father into the law offices of Parker, Whit wrote 1 fast « om Boston, and decided toabsent & True or mé ght errand ‘ himself from the premises on his arriva changed, matured from a gangling It occurred to him then that there was _ girl into the sort of Spartan young really no imperative reason for his remair that he now behe he next mon ing there at all was coming back toward him with asmile He had been summoned to draw the new recognition that was almost a laug M \ ng Will and take It back t S$ ol e and nave is Wa 1dder tr en ag t t t eye i :

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I i 4 ‘ f A £ and 1 } é tur 1 here e at Mary Brow i t é ‘ lere the M a \ we l t ed me t, whethe ! ethal I I é ‘ ( t l- H 7 ’ if eatr ¢ ake | ly 1 ed tine t é er e t ) M | t nm ed i ide He i t e} de ng mere t t ] es ed, and had not et + { | tt IT it M I is’ fa - He did mention the seizing of the Beatrice d intent the isked, Has ther Gre hee n- forme \ t Aike H ilso it Vassar Beat gia 1 at the brief case at Mar- le \I la what too u out there. M ‘ \ ithe wisned to ¢ inge his W : indet In fa f th Brown —_— | me ext It ght ii you why?” N d M: r did I feel au- +} lf «| her, Miss Orrin, vas a mal rir e and delicacy. He was fastidious to a degree where he would have aired his personal family alla t | yer, or cared t »explain the m ve of his action even in his will.”’ blue eyes |! lled, iC Was a but not soften very great gentleman, I know. Will yo 1 tell me what you urself t about this will, Mr. i ‘ I g prope to tell you nothing,” Mareus said. “I will say that I believe ir father’s action to have been wisely and up at us through twenty feet of water, or tood on their tails to take note of the curi oO mtraption that floated above them. I could te ibout the black groupers and certain huge parrot fish, with their black bodies and brilliant azure markings about the head. Some of them must have weighed 1 could describe the yellow t f t the p h, the filefish, the big-eyed el fish, the hinds, the tangs, and a lot of others, if I knew the ame to W to attact my feeble effort to translate their beauty into cold type. But the made by the multitude ( tnese ¢ it il eat , the ( ‘ ande t { t i the CC ring Y i t t t wit ¢ nh otne re far be | my pe A Fish With Personality ror the ! t irt ¢ we watched [ ; ‘ ? tts tic n, but went a € ] t i r owe were it V 1 leed we were eve e me ! ete ivgainst the t A een ( mable, the ta \ t | unw must them ne I veve ‘ é t 1 until i pit ed down among then ee l ed the hums " h meat the = P +he ‘ That made the differs et ya y and gett y t ng tn wT hort naee If i ba p wit iwfi said the pta r of dney-shaped wo i tus with an upward pointing entrar 1 the middle of the concave side ind let it down with my buoy line tied to it, not a Nassau grouper THE SATURDAY t £ y considered, and that its result will be for his family’s best good.” ‘Then your sympathies are with this Mary Brown person,” Beatrice said sympathies are always with my client, Miss Orrin. In this c. se they are di- rected toward ser\ ing tomy best ability the pirit and intention of your father as writ- J honestly believe that Miss Brown wants to do the same.” Beatrice did not speak immediately. conductor looked in to the As Beatrice handed over hers, Marcus no ticed two facts. One was that her gloves were very soiled, in most untidy condition oung woman so smartly dressed. He observed also, as she reached out her arm, a faint green smudge on the under and outer part of her coat sleeve, near the el- bow. As the conductor passed on, Beatrice hal Drop- ping back in her seat, she stared at Marcus with a challenging expression frosty look to her violet eyes, for they were of a purple blue in some lights. “Did Mary Brewn know of father’s in- tention toward her, Mr. True?” ‘*She told me frankly that she did,”” Mar- cus answered. ‘‘ More than that, she told me so at a moment when such an admission looked very damaging to herself. Later, she said the same thing to the sheriff.” “Why damaging?” Jecause just before it was discovered that Mr. Orrin had died, Miss Brown had raised an alarm by stating that as she was ing her room a masked man in a dark overcoat had grabbed her by the shoulders, lung her back into it and locked the door. It seemed an impossible story, with Vogel and the others about, and it awakened a suspicion that Mary Brown might have in- vented it for reasons of her own.” ‘You mean suspicion that she might have been accessory to father’s murder?” “Yes,” q ten into his will The take tickets foray f rose and swung shut the door. that gave a EVENING POST Who else was asked ‘Your brother. Gregory opene d W de ly. ted?”’ Beatrice suspe Beatrice’s eyes **Good heavens! Why?” ‘Because when Miss Brown arrived your bloodhound bayed as if welcoming a friend, and the dog had never seen Miss Brown. That suggested that some member of the family must have been about premises. There was nobody we could think of but your brother and yourself.” ‘*And you mean to say,” Beatrice cried, that you suspected Gregory of having had a hand in the murder of his father?” ‘No. Merely that he had driven the car in which Miss Brown arrived and that he was the masked man who had locked her in her room.” Beatrice did not comment on this state- ment. For several minutes she looked out of the window without speaking. Then, with a sudden wrench, she jerked the win- dow up, and the next instant as quickly put it down again. This act drew and held Marcus’ atten- tion for two reasons, the first that he knew from experience the muscular effort needed to raise a car window like that, and Beatrice had merely turned in her seat, hooked her index fingers under the clips and snapped it up as one might crank a flivver, a revela- tion of feline strength that told its story. The second detail was that of her glancing through the window, then closing it again. Evidently she had overlooked the fact that it was double. Her query, as the heat was turned off in the car and it was pleasantly cool, even with the door closed. In fact the draft from the ver tilator struck down freshly on Marcus’ head. It would seem therefore that there was no great reason for Beatrice wanting the window open, to throw something out. the opening it at all was subject to unless it were FROM PICKLES TO MOLASSES Continued from Page 17 but if I leave the buoy line off That isn’t easy to believe, but | show you.” Easy to believe it certainly was not. I was willing to wait and see. So down went the trap liberally baited with fresh amber-colored crawfish meat, buoy line attached—-we would have better luck, said Captain Lowe, if the bait were good and stale—and we went off to see more groupers, more angel fish, more parrot fish, more swarms of fish with wholly impossible colorings in one coral canyon after another along the length of the reef. f an hour or an hour— time was forgotten —we back at the buoy. There was a big Nassau grouper outside the trap looking in, and a big black grouper inside the trap looking out. That was the first half of the prooi. So far the buoy line had done precisely what the captain said it would. will go in 1] ey will. Ul I’ } only were It seemed impossible for so large a fish to get inside so small a trap, but there he was, and obviously most uneasy. Both group- ers, Captive and free, eyed us with the attention. And when the captain spliced the grains pole to another, hooked closest the grains into the wires, and began to lift, it was perfectly possible to see the increas- ing anxiety of the grouper in the trap as he neared the st His final irface as he soaked us both liber- panic reached the face ally. That fish was very human, grouper may leave He bites, indee d, with ferocity, but being not to run but to hide Down he goes to the nearest rock and under it, and if you save either bec: game fish, the mu } to be desire d hooked his idea is iuse no rocks sre handy, or because your tackle is strong enough to let your engine tow him promptly out of the danger zone. It is as a personality that he grouper shines. He has a mind and uses it. The average angler holds him in less respect than he deserves. ‘*T want one of those Nassau groupers,”’ captain. ‘‘ They're the best eating fish on the reef. We'll set the trap again, drop the buoy a hundred yards away, and we'll see what’s in it when we get back from the Beacon.’ Which we did accord- ingly. By this time my back was nearly broken from stooping over my water glass and my knees were sore against the boat. But back and knees counted for little over against the keen excitement of this glorious day. What I wanted most of all was more of the same. Molasses Beacon, two or three miles to the north of Pickles, stands on widespread- H } said the ing gs on top of the reef at the edge of the Gulf Stream. It is an automatic light. The sunlight is supposed to turn it off and the darkness to turn it on, but to- day it was sending out its flashes in the noonday. Thither we chugged away in the tender. In Pursuit of a Turtle had gone halfway a logger- head turtle broke water close aboard. It wes a lady turtle, and she was far too big to be taken into our fifteeen-foot boat, even if we had wanted to grain her. So, with no } we turned and gave chase, hostile purpose, Before we just to see her close at hand in the radiant water. She did all her swimming with her and used her hind Her head was bigger than a foot- front flippers, legs only to steer. ball. Clearly this turtle was no match in speed little tender, but clearly also, we match her cunnl time we caught up to her she turned sharply, passed under the boat, and headed once more for the deep water; and each time we made the shortest circle we could and made after her again, only to see her fade at last into the deeper blue. Our good wishes Every for were no June 25,1927 She looked nat M Was an expression on ne mouth and ¢ that made him feel as he metimes | when, as a small schoolboy, he had t i fool an athletic young teacher, who had looked something like Beatrice, into thir ing that his alibi wa vod. Beatrice w far prettier, younger, ire fact, a decided beauty of the 1 ist tvpe strong but intensely fen Vigorous pastor il had by this time decided, 1 ery docile | one. Her squarely oval face, w less blue eyes and bo nose, gave impression of a daring not alwa nfined to legitimate port adventure and a defiar far, Marcus thought, the flame of her yout had never burned itself to the ar that might seem hampering to her free pu son ot rule and nvent suits. He rather wondered that a who looked like this should have got college without a clas} The Orr brother and sister, he de it ( | cally and temperamentally mu ( typical offspring of so quiet, orderly self-contained a been. They were like t} dren of clergymen, in whose nature conduct the lifelong int tior 1 the ent are apt to break out Beatrice’s eyes went now to the brit case. “‘I suppose you have a copy will in that. May I look it throug Marcus had t picked peen expe at a little green smear that wed morocco. Then fastening é Beatrice, he asked quiet \ M Orrin, should you want to read t “ _ > 9 agains (TO BE CONTINUED went with her. desire to kill as I grow olde Molasses Beacon is white wit} pings of sea birds, and not an attra roosting place for mer Fish love Around it just swarms, as Captain Lov Also, they were little one is he sa now were Da would be. Few of them were more thar yard in whatever to partly because April is not their hungriest lengt} our effort » vat the season, partly becauss é V a ) clearly. Even when I t 1 offered them a live yellowtail, they refused to be vamped gut an oar moving in the w was another stor ( t nye than appetite. I had read mar i time especially in that great angling classic, Dr Charles F. Holder’s I f a Sea Angler that a barracuda will follow a illing o fascinated by its motion. I was sure bef that it was true vy I am prepared t deal with the scoffer ne eve ) loudly en the myself For di I f and I re e that fights on the st ¢ in nd é swift and daring beyond other fish and t he is more ferocious thar All that is good ery { 1 —from point of view of a st ; But his battle ' ‘ boat he my beyor t topsail i nN € bath. I think of him alw \ te : : piratical lisn—iong, .oW, rar ind hea ily armed Scattered anywhere } n great teeth set nd ; razors. These ve ry teeth } eda girl on the coast Another girl, see swam out into the yod-stained circle and Continued on Page 143

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Continued from Page 138 brought the victim in. For clear courage I know of nothing to surpass that rescue I cannot tell how long or how far we floated over the corals and the sand and the illuminated of Molasses Reef. Time and distance had little place in that picture. But as we hung between two worlds of equal transparency, Captain Lowe dis- nature of fishes fist coursed on the ‘*What is the name of that fish, -_,"" captain?” ‘Yes, he'll bite, but you can’t do any- thing with him on that three-six outfit. He'll go into a hole in the coral, and you'll lose him.”’ ‘*How about that one?”’ “That's aturbot. He'll bite and you can get him.’”” Which he did and I did, by a narrow margin—and he weighed six or seven pounds. ‘““What are those?”’ as a school of blunt- nosed, fork-tailed fish surrounded the beat. ‘“*Horse-eye jacks. You can't do any- thing with them, or with that mackerel either. It’s too smooth and clear.” ‘*How about that one?”’ “That’s a parrot fish. He won't bite.” And he didn’t. And soon, and soon. The fish did what he said they would as regu- larly as if they had their orders. The Better of the Bargain Captain Lowe knows the reef. He knows it because, with an observant mind, he has lived whole life in its neighborhood. Man and boy, he has earned his living from the sea in Florida for nearly fifty years, and the weather and the water tell him what he wants to know. Soft-spoken and kindly, he is a fisherman born and bred, and he can rig a sailfish bait as well as ever I saw it his done. We drifted over a school of yellowtails, and I began to catch a few for bait. Pretty soon came a tremendous smash a hundred yards away. ‘I'll bet,” said the captain, with some show of excitement, ‘‘that’s an amber jack. Let’s go and see.” So we sculled over in that direction, and, by George, there he was! And his mate with him. “Put on a big hook quick,” said the captain. ‘‘ He’ll take this yellowtail.”” And as I struggled with the clumsy fingers of frantic haste to make the change, the captain sculled ahead of the leisurely amber jack, who looked as if he weighed some forty pounds; and then, to my intense de- light, got him interested in the oar just as the barracuda had been. This was a new fact. I had never run across it even in a book. Perhaps the interest of other big fish can be held in the same way. I intend to try it. At length the big hook was ready Over went the yellowtail in the immediate vicinity of the amber jack, whom the oar had kept in the immediate vicinity of the boat. One wiggle of the yellowtail that showed he was alive, and the next second the amber jack could not have consolidated him more completely if he had been asmall competing corporation I struck that amber jack as hard as my six-thread line made safe, but the proper THE SATURDAY was lacking to recognize the situation but the only response result was a little half-hearted run, very much as a lazy old dog lieve to chase a ball kept on striking it nas amber jack sudden t of doing found himself rae 2 long way or vailed, as and the with an urgent engagement I was just settling down to what I re garded as a poss ble two-hour Job 1Or a three-six outfit and a ree] without a handle brake with amber jacks distance the line grated across a bi } } } + for 7 re + aiculated [Tor quick results are not ¢ when somewhere in the bit of coral and the amber jack severed his connection with civilization and richer by one yellowtail and six feet of wire with a perfectly good hook at one end anda t What went his way, the perfectly good swivel at the other. was left of the line came back to me There were too many incidents on that motionless but moving day to tell them all. Another turtle; a ten-foot his steady way under the boat; two black- and-white frigate birds, the most graceful and beautiful of all the sea birds I have known, and the uncanny with which one of them, a quarter of a mile in the air, delivered a bombing attack that did not miss the captain and the boat three feet; two young army officers who had come all the way out there in an old dory with an outboard motor and caught little for their pains, for this was a day to see fish and not to catch them. And all the time the pervading impres- sion of peaceful benevolence in sky and sea, with just a tinge of recollection of this same place as I saw it yesterday, white water all over it, and just a tinge of warning from the clouds piling up in the west. It was time to be mov ing. And so back to Pickles Reef and the grouper trap through the still glorious and breathless afternoon. The buoy line being detached, this time the trap contained two Nassau groupers and a margate fish be- sides—which was the second part of the proof. The demonstration was complete. My hat was off to the captain and the groupers both. The big Nassau that we wanted and had seen before had moved his comestibility elsewhere. One of those we did get was a light gray when he came out of the water, then changed in a moment to a strong mottling of brown, and then almost to black. Except in dolphins, I had never seen such rapid and striking color contrasts shark waving accuracy Plenty of Fish cnd Few Bites Then it came time to leave, for the squall which nearly always comes up after mid- day in such weather was moving in our direction. So to the big boat, up anchor, and away. The rain struck us before we had gone a mile. It brought along wind enough to double the wetting power of the rain, but not enough to kick up any sea. I took refuge in the cabin, which the captain could not do. What soaking his slicker could not prevent he got, while I kept dry. And glad I was of it when he swung the boat around and headed for, “This is about over and we can get another hour or two on the reef.” back, said he, K EVENING POST no o the ive ‘ ‘ t ‘ i y ‘ in the im} ! ‘ figure f a toothle - yt nurse si A r é ’ t ipe, altnhougn we we t t ‘ than five feet “ ‘ began to d y nto most impene ‘ upon it de ed The s afte ( marked I eve N ‘ through the water ‘ We witnout them Here x ‘ é and-gold angel fish curving hims« the bastions of coral. He was ever and more gorgeous than the t refused to bite. Then a hogfish—n if ever a fish was-—his long dor ‘hind him, bit prompt 1 A mutton fish, the biggest of a took the next bait. The water wa and clear that I could see his eye as the bit of amber crawfish disappeared into his gray shape My little rod would have had its work cut out, but he fled under a natural bridge of coral and the line was severed A sting ray under a piece of the wre whom the Nassau could not hold; a | grains grouper in shoal water, who got into a hollow coral head and watched us through a hole; and gray snappers, and 1] r yrtl . ‘ ‘ r la y ‘ still another turtle, and at every turn K is of fist f } f +} rore t seemed as was no limit unseen De Stick That in Your Tackle Box come to an end, as do moment But all good times all bad ones, and the ‘ame wher we could tarry no longer. I hated to leave of course—hated it like poison—but n cup was full, nevertheless And so up anchor for the last time that For a time there flew about us, and finally ttle land bird with a black head and olive-green sides. What it was doing six or seven miles from shore, unless the squall had brought it, I couldn't It came with us a little way, and fear it never reached T again. I aay lighted on the tender, a li imagine then flew of the shore “‘Captain,” said I, as he cleaned the Nassau groupers at the stern, ‘‘I noticed you thought little of that squall, would have gone in sooner.” “Well,” “‘when a squall is long in making up, there isn’t much wind behind it. But if it makes up in watch out.” Which is contrary to the among humans, but a good thing for a man who ishing to paste in his tackle box way in I watched the bottom First the or you said he, a hurry rule lov es sea All the change reef, then clean coral sand, then the multicolored animal ve tion of the sea tubs and sea slugs looking like the curved sea fans and Venus’ bath gigantic fruit of some huge tree, head sponges as big as barrels And asa ntting climax most as long as I am flashed away from tl and logger a barracuda al bow. 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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Ti BATYULE OF THE LEVEES own territory, made and fertilized by the river, owned and operated by the Father 9f Waters and maintained by him for the very purpose of whimsical changes in courses and contours through the hundreds of cen- turies before De Soto and La Salle ever were even known to destiny. Not the river but mankind was the first invader. If war be- tween them is to be outlawed, it is man and not the river who must give up the stolen land titles. The Mississippi is only reclaim- Ing Its own. And curiously enough there is some rec- ognition of this fact among the isolated and primitive negroes who not only address God in their prayer meetings but, by in- stinct, the river also. But among us all the river becomes at this season and this occa- sion a personality——a personal enemy— an immeasurable, eternal, ruthless but just personality. We may be some 200 or 300 paltry years out of superstition, but I stood on one sector of the battle line with a judge of one of the state courts and he said sol- emnly enough: ‘Look at that fellow. They think they know what he is going to do. But who knows? Who does? They said he could not do this. And yet he did. It was his wish.” One feels that on the battle line. There is a sense of a reasonably brave attempt to hold this river, cheated, narrowed, confined, looted and imprisoned by man. But one sees the water rise just up to the flash boards of a new levee topping and begin to trickle through where every drop threatens millions on millions of dollars of property, security, with a trickle, and every trickle with a stream and every stream with a rush and every rush with a breach and every breach with a crevasse and every crevasse with a tumbling, roaring, insuck ing flood of billions on billions of gallons there is a sense that, after all, the river has the better of it if it wants. as crops, Under Castle Walls After days along that battle line one has the conviction that the enemy can win if he wishes. One absorbs the feeling of a per- sonal willfulness which may upset all cal- culations and overturn all the defenses of mankind, and extend this waste of waters, now apparently limitless, to unimagined distances where even no land bird can set down its perching feet. But the fight is on now. and chairmen of levee boards, coast guards of the United States from places like the salt-water New Jersey life-saving stations, who cannot understand some of the white dialect much better than a Canton man can understand the lingo of Szechuen, chauf- feurs of trucks, en- gineers of dump- car trains—will furnish ways and means to go tothe Front. The Front is the levee. Even morethan State engineers in conflict be- tween army and army inthe World War, the whole line must hold. If the breach in the wall comes, it is of no consequence that the of the wall is a Gi- braltar or a Cor- regidor—-a fact which, curiously rest enough, the na tives never keep n mind, Twenty of may mean the in- feet weakness vasion and loot ing of 2000 or 3000 farms and result in 10,000 more Continued from Page 7 stone-broke refugees and in damage of millions of dollars. But if the front of a man’s front porch is strong, he whistles and whittles. It is no wonder therefore that a state engineer who first took me along some hun- dred miles of fortification wanted to know the cause for every wet spot on the whole embankment. After all, we were skirting along under castle walls, merrily riding a road and kicking up a dust far below the flood surface of the river. The tops of the dikes at intervals showed, outlined against the sky, the pygmy figures of gangs of men nailing boards on braced studding, wheel- ing earth to back up these ramparts. levee In Blanketing a Leak The engineer of the levee board was keep- ing up arunning stream of education for an English doctor who could not have told a levee from a dump pile: “‘T suppose any fill of earth, clay, sand- bags, concrete, is a levee. You probably call ’em dikes. They call ’em dikes ir Europe. A levee is a dam—only it’s hun- dreds and thousands of miles long some- times. It’s built mostly of gravel, sand or clay. It packs down hard and don’t seep any water. A levee that’s any good has to be wide across the base sometimes as wide as a double boulevard and then it’s built up in a slope from the river side and from the land side to a top which is only about eight feet wide. If the material is poor, or gets too much wave wash or current, then you've got to put down revetments.” The doctor was now as much at pacifist would be in a maze of war terms applying to the engineering problems of trenches and fortifications. He said, ‘‘ Re- vetments?”’ ‘Oh, yes; revetments and fascines. They are the armor of the levee on the water side. Sometimes they are made of willows woven into mats and slid down the face of the incline and anchored down with iron rails. Sometimes they are made of a skin of concrete and sometimes of logs driven into the river bed and slanting back so they lie flat on the incline. And you know about blankets?” *Wo.”’ ‘*Well, sometimes when a levee begins to leak and seep it doesn’t make any differ- ence how much more material is piled on the land side. Just the other day I found a graduate of an engineering college in the North with a colored gang, working ’em like mules to pile tons of dirt on a leak. He was scared white as mashed potato be cause the water kept coming through. I Clay’s the best. sea aS a

Just Above Murphy's Landing June 25,1927 told him —I said, ‘Put a blanket down,’ and so we just dumped sand so they would slide cline on the wate sucked in the new material and closed them The way to keep water out of a a couple of barges of » down the levee n r side. And all the leaks selves. levee is to work on the water side.”’ ‘I understand,” the novice said “Ap parently the science of levees is complicated, technical and full of terms.” ‘You've said it,”’ the engineer replied.

“And it ain't only that you've got to know your river. It will do things no hydraulic engineer will ever believe. They say water won't run uphill, but I’ve seen water back up for miles here just as if it was waiting for the water ahead of it to go along out to the Gulf so it could have a clear flow of its own. They say that the waters of the crevasse above here are moving down at fifteen miles a day, bui when they broke through—made_ the about 1,250, 000 gallons a second poured in and covered into crevasse at Stopp’s Landing 9000 acres and drove out second stories of homes and barns more than 100, 000 people within four days. And some times the waters rise and still creepy, and sometimes they come tossing white teeth and chewing or slow and and gnashing their everything to bits.” We were looking over the emergency ramparts and it sector that the government and state er gineers had marked off as dangerous. The Red River was pouring down into the Old River. Backwater from Mississippi, twenty miles away for the airplanes, added its bulk. Across Old River already flooded by pouring slowly into the whole its yellow broth filled with I washed-out rura! edge of the was on the the Was a district, CTEVAaSSe which wa the débris of a little empire. A Sargasso Sea Going South But the water was so still! It was as still and vast and windless and peaceful as the stretch of an alkali desert at sunrise. Dead things swirled about gently. A roof beam shingles, a mattress, an olive-weod souvenir inkstand, ears of husked ce overalls came toward us in a slow, slow waltz, a miniature Sargasso Sea l south. But the water was rising sand quiet little ripple fingers were reachin for the top of the ramparts where a gang of 200 black workers paced with wheelbarrows rm, a pair ol traveling Its thou They walked with the gentle shuff-shuff of feet over plank runways. They were like the trains of Egyptians who once bu futile barriers in the age-old battle with the Nile. They had been singing, but sudden]; they had ceased Ayvain the airplane seouting, ¢ ying serum to the menace of twent smallpox cases re ported ir 1 isolated | ou! try, or traveling with orders to send barges and mot orboats some new nur dated thousand coughed and spat the Wa cre the lowering sl A captan eyiment, o rather, the boss of! line, swore | ery time they pass ove the yar st s to stare ! I lose fift it ds of i t costs me tne placing of ninety sandbags! Continued on Page 147

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Continued from Page 144 What’s that steamer?” She's the Kankakee, I reckon, going to take off them folks at the bayou where the bust came last night. But those folks won't move—I know ’em. They'll pull their cookstoves up onto the roofs and float They've won't down to overflowed ” away sittin’ never been believe it yit. A little south, along the Atchafalaya, the railroad under which can usually pass, was stretched out like a black toy bridge, apparently floating on the water. Its tracks were already awash, and a busy little tug was steaming back and forth, towing away pieces of the acres of débris which had floated and collected against the spans, threatening a small item of $500,000 of emergency work. A train, like those army-supply trains in the war, came puffing through the wabbling danger and cast out of its cars onto the levee incline great tawny piles of new burlap sacks. Workers grabbed them, threw them onto trucks, I suppose—and they were off, rattling down the road to a place needing their soggy strength when filled with supper. before and bridge, boats down rries motor | sand A man with his hat pulled over his eyes and a shotgun in his hand kicked his heels over the top of the last car. ‘‘ Nobody down the line is going to take our sacks!" said a voice. Price jumped from four to eight cents, and if the fight is long enough we'll spend $500,000 on sacks alone right here in these parishes. Somebody pirated our boardings last week, but any- body who gets our sacks will be a-pickin’ buckshot out’n his legs.” A man with a gauge looked along the line of little red flags which the engineers put out to show where the levee needs strength- ening. He squinted at the quiet, yellow soup. ‘“‘Risin’,’”’ said he grimly. Far below us on the levee top, far below the crest of the water, a cattlernan who had moved his 4000 head to Oklahoma last week was sitting on the worn steps of the general store with a littie paper bag in his bronzed hands. Children were chasing a boy who had a dead rat on a string. The little paper bag contained molasses kisses. The cattleman chewed them, one after an- other, without offering them to the barefoot children He said a few minutes later: ‘Them cattle cost me about as much to ship as they would bring when the risk of being drownded is figured No, boy, I ain’t . you they might out.” og — | Sacks! r r t vive yoin to give aul yer teeth no kisses; A Cure for Sand Boils The river rising. And everywhere smoke came from chimneys, and negroes played their guitars under the live oaks, inder the dripping savanna moss, and the moon rose and there was complacency. There was complacency, complacency, com- placency, complacency! It is everywhere behind the battle line. Wherever the levee holds, no matter how feebly, com- reigns. I have the same hing in Russia, when the Germans and Austrians were advancing with their bat- tering ram at Warsaw. I have seen it when Mount Etna was pouring out its lava from great wounds in its side and wine-growing peasants had to be prodded to move. ‘Those who have been through it regard t with a kind of fatalism,”’ said a man who wns a 1000-acre plantation. ‘‘Those who was ten feet placency seen haven't just won't believe it A whole district surrounded by water twenty feet higher than the roadways is complacency. When local ind government engineers speak of certain iestruction, the natives often know better Let the cattle be! If the flood comes, why But it isn’t coming. Haven't they lived there for forty years? So on we fared I was asking the state official what this emergency work cost per mile. He said that it would be more than $3000 a mile, tolling off his figures in a pre- tense of accuracy. For there ‘s no accuracy . . THE SATURDAY left in the valley now. Everything is esti- mates figures of battle, of supplies, of equipment, of men, of miles, of tons, of cubic yards of dirt —estimates! “How many got?”’ war figure the rough round Ww heelbarr WS ha\ ‘I don’t know. There’s forty around that sand boil.” Sand boil? Here’s more technicality, and technic and terms and a novelty of the battle for you. When the river is high and the pressure is great, apparently the water sometimes bores a core under the levee, and sometimes pushes that core underground for 100 yards or more. Then the water in front of the levee being much higher than the land surface behind it—pop! of water leaps suddenly out of the ground. Sand boils have their terrors. I met a sector foreman on the battle line. } a geyser He was the local sheriff, ready with his gun they said, but a sand boil whitened him. If it kept on it would pull the levee down! No one knows what a sand boil would do if it were let alone. The wise levee doctors have discovered how to cure boils circle them about with a tube built of sanc bags until the column of accumulating waters in this tube is a counterbalance to the pressure of the river on the outer side. Then the water ceases to flow in The Battle Line of 1927 A day later, after I had seen a whole ter- ritory of sand boils—enough so that one thought of them as a systemic affliction of carbuncles—I was climbing a levee in- closure through a tangle of wild flowers which had not yet been cut off, dried and burned to keep everything dry on the dry side, and suddenly I was walking on a bed spring. It felt like walking on a bed spring. It felt like running across elastic ice, the ice we used to call in school days tiddledee- bendoes. **Looka here!’’ yelled the chauffeur of our car. ‘‘He’s on a water blister!’ There you are—another trick of the levees! The river goes after the fortifica- tions of men a good deal as an enemy army goes after them. It tunnels and ex- plodes mines right under us or it finds ways to hide a sally party under the most inno- cent of surface appearances. The water blister is an accumulation of a leak of the that is hiding under an innocent surface. And the levee doctors prick it and drain it and put down a blanket on the outside. levee The river seldom pushes a piece of healthy levee out of place to make a crevasse. When breaks come—when a crevasse opens—the cause is seldom mere pressure of the river; the cause is that the current strength or revetment has created an unseen cave-in of the outer wall of the levee beneath the waters. Or the river has reached up with its little fingers or wind-blown clawing hands and has begun to pull itself over the top of the rampart. It eats a little piece first and sends in a few gallons; they tear a wider hole, the gallons become a river, the river tears the sides out and the wound spreads wide. A yard, a rod, a great yawn, thena mile of rushing water, hungry for the rape of dry land. Or the river bores in and wets the whole levee until it sloughs down like a weak, drunken old man. Or a wave wash, licked into an attack of mounted cavalry, gallops onto the outer surface and washes weakness it down. When the sea wall at Vicksburg was threatened, a group of men watched a navy hydroplane driven by a thoughtless pilot kicking up a wave wash in the river, and there were mutterinys that it was time to go for rifles to stop him As one goes faring on along this battle line of levees threatened by this attack or that, according to the strategy of that old giant, the river, it not to see the disorganization in any permanent levee defense. I saw from land and water side the great Morganza, I is impossible a. Le near the corner where the Re da, Old, Mis- sissippi and Atchafa iva rivers go into EVENING POST mnierence within a few miles prote ig the same position I found g stretch of ievee, thin, lea! where negro convicts from the tale were pat gy tne eeble topping And there where the river was licking the board ackKed Sa g wit ose dirt thrown be 1 it, another taciturn old man looked over at the water wl spread out from the pples wit Ss reach, to a ho oO é i yellow brot} Risin’,’”’ he said with a shrug of his «} Ou ae re No chain is stronger t its weakest link,’ Secretary Hoover puts it They have tried to confine the river in a troug! na narrower and narrower trough. > delta land, of the r’s own, the river by man, makes the ver ar | narrower, and, of cindergarten teacher knows that he sides must be er. At places they are strong at others they are thin and low and spell disaster. There will be lots more to say of this later, for the present condition is something of not only for that little black child swinging a pink sunbonnet on the dusty road down there but for the whole nation. Just now the center of the drama is not the strategy of wars in ten years or twenty years, but the battle line of 1927. Just as in the Great War, the fight is carried on with varying spirit and strategy from section of levee to section of levee Just as in the Great War, those who at a distance have news of the victories or disasters of that fight see it through a tele- scope. In the protected cities men write like this: **No man or set of men, no organization or committee, can yet imagine or appreciate the magnitude of the affliction which has befallen the citizens of the Mississippi Valley. The property damage may amount to more than $750,000,000, but another week or two may show us that this is ex- ceeded by a vast amount. Any statement or comment or suggestion as to the loss of life would be an idle guess.” Who can say how much the permanent Who can say who is some wooded hill or who is floating face downward in the yellow soup? Only this ever stronger and high and spell security; a poser loss is? alive on morning an old woman, arriving on a flat- bottom boat, was asked where her men- folks were. She replied wearily: ‘‘ That’s what I want to know. They left to drive out the stock. The water, she riz up to the sill and she came on over my dining-room come up the stairs and she come up to the attic, and when the house was roc off to follow the and chicken houses and corn crib, I cut a hole table and she kin barn in the shingles and climbed out onto the roof and someun came and got me. Don’t ask me about my folks. I don’t know whether they’s alive or dead.”’ Nightfall at the Front She, at any rate, with her ginghams and her aprons and her and face, molded by the years of hard-worked life, is alive and ready to be sent to the rear. One may correspondent, through this glimpse of the microscope, and it may be seen as clearly through that glass as through specs ner observe, aS a war that all things stupendous are the statistics and the maps and the tele- scopic vision Night is coming on along the levee. Here i there, where the river threatens to carry its assault through the dark, fres are bu ng: trains of all the railroads of the valley, which have poured men and materials freely into the battle, toot and puff, shuttling back and forth with loads of clay and sand for the levee tops; torches and flash lights move here and there under the dark sky that has obscured the moor The owls hoot in the live oaks and cott woods. 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Continued from Page 147 water that is no man’s land. Here work must go on through the night with the sound of rushing waters in the ears. We meet the famous little stout-heart of the Pointe Coupee horseshoe. Oh, that little man in black with the same style derby hat he has worn for forty years tilted on the back of his head! Whois he? He is Father Savorie, the priest. ‘“My people are doing well,’’ he says, looking up from his five feet of gigantic stature. “Yes, my people, they were the French of Acadia. This is the home of Evangeline. It is fine morale among these people. Maybe some are a little crazy, but to those I say, ‘We need you not here. Go to Oklahoma.’”’ The big red-headed ex-service man who saw the fighting at Argonne laughs as he leans out of our steaming muddy car. “Oh, well, father, you have influence with God. You ask Him to stop the water at another six inches.” Like a whip of wit comes the reply: ‘‘Oh, yes, I spik with Heem. You spik with dat other fellow.”’ So on we fare along the battle line. Our headlights show great flocks of birds mi- grating to new territories because their food supply has gone from a territory of 29,000 square miles. As for the wild land animals, one has seen them on drifting wood or swimming or dead all day long those that walk on legs and those that craw! on their bellies. Along the tops of these levees we are passing in the night tours, young militia- men and young volunteers are on patrol, rifles hung on forearms, because situation after situation exists where a disaster to one district may mean the complete salva- tion of a whole territory not two miles away across a tributary basin where an- other line of levee still holds. A crevasse on one side may let in enough water, may capture enough territory, to satisfy the river and the other side may be saved, the water may fall, the crisis be passed, the labor may cease, security may reign. And there is always the bad man who may take a skiff and go across and in an hour of destruction under cover of night start a break to widen into a yawning crevasse. ‘**Don’t climb that levee!”’ a section fore- man called after me. ‘‘ You'll get shot as sure as Hades. Only last night one of our guards got jumpy. He killed old horse that had wandered up along the top.” The Signal Corps We make a new turn on the tortuous road and lights and moving men indicate an- other emergency of the battle. “What's up?” The field officer reports to the general on inspection. He says: ‘““‘What’s up? Why, we had a barge of sand all unloaded. We were blanketing just where the levee makes an angle here. When the wind rose a couple of hours ago she was empty, and she began to climb the levee. We got her off, but it beats the devil how a barge will climb a levee in the wind and tear everything to pieces.” We climbed up to look at the damage. The waves of this fresh-water ocean were whipping up, rolling in, throwing spray at us. The wind and dark were blinding, the ominous purr of vast waters mingled with the ominous whine of the wind, and the ominous raindrops had begun to fall. Far out in the waste a stern-wheel river steamer which might once have been piloted by Mark Twain churned along, and a search- light showed the refugees crowded on her decks. Standing there, after miles on miles ‘of memories of the battle front, one knew that the telephone and telegraph wires were busy reporting to staff headquarters. An accident here, a loss of ground there, so many thousands of sacks needed four miles west of such-and-such a town, serum by airplane tomorrow for such-and-such a place. Food had not arrived at A, and B was sending out its stock—cattle, mules THE SATURDAY and hogs. The levee was in danger at C and Miss D was on her way to E by hydroplane to report goodness knows what; on fF Ridge there was not much space left and all t! diamond-back rattlers of the region were claiming it. ““Somewhere back a few days ago and a thousand miles ago there was the recollec- tion of a jazz tune, white shirt fronts, laughing women with pearls, limousines crawling along between great walls, on black pavement. What has become of all that?” The young representative of a Northern corporation owning vast acreage in the cotton and sugar-cane section was asking this question. It was very hard to tell him what had become of all that. “It’s blotto,”’ said he, impressed Earlier in the day he had looked at the desert of yellow soup and said grimly, “Join the Navy and see the world!” Complacency and Talk But now he was adjusting himself to a more primitive conditioning of mankind and a more comprehensive set of realities es Funny, but you have to come out here to see this thing,”’ he said “It doesn’t come to anyone in conferences on relief, or engineers’ conferences, or tours of the big politicians and then conferences, or con- ferences about where in time the credit is coming from to pay the bill. No conference ever showed this tome. The big stuff is out here. This is the battle!” He was much more excited about it than the natives behind the lines. Behind the lines, all through the whole region, there is complacency and incessant talk. It is just like the war. There is incessant talk on one subject. The subject is The Water. No one speaks of the flood; they speak of The Water and the voices give it capital letters large enough to create a sense of superstitious awe. They say, “What is The Water doing at Bayou Rouge?’ Or, “‘My brother, whom I haven’t heard from in two weeks, is safe in Greenville, and The Water is go- ing out.”’ And they joke about The Water. There will be enough yarns to last a half century. I heard one man below Baton Rouge laugh- ing all over an acre because his own well had gone dry! “The Water has me beat,” said an old planter. ‘It’s been takin’ away from m¢ steady for forty years and I'm goin’ to give it my piece of land and git thanks for it. The Water is a better man than I be, and now it has outdid itself. I can tell you stories: Looka here, a man named Gilfin, livirg just four miles south of me, had a cow ws The Water! The Water beyond the battle line of levees! It looks yellow from the ramparts, almost red from airplanes. It has swept things clean and it is taking its spoils of dead creatures and broken timbers of flotsam and jetsam, hodgepodge and what not, out to sea. The Mississippi has had its own willful way perhaps for the last time. It has claimed its own lands with a roar and it will abandon them with a sigh. It will leave a newly fertilized territory but an empire swept with devastation. It will leave its sun-dried silt caked over nearly 30,000 square miles of the United States And it has wrought such changes! Just last night as we swept along the last miles of the day’s tour of levee, a head ruse over the top of the dike. A long sinuous body followed—a refugee! The thing came down the incline on the land side of the levee through the weeds and grass and dragged itself across the road on its belly and fell weakly into the drain age ditch. Even the railroad section foreman, who had lived in this town for years and knew the power of The Water, opened his eyes ““Dog-gone me!” he exclaimed. ‘‘That’s the first time an alligator has come into this parish in forty years!”’ The Water!

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my) Ellsworth compressed his lips into a nar- row line. ‘“‘T’ll deliver the message,’’ he mr D' JN was awakened in the small hours of the morning by the clamor of an ear- nest man beating vehemently upon a sus- iron tire with a crowbar. The tire yor of the volunteer fire com- pany’s edifice, and the sound of it was guaranteed to penetrate the remotest lim- ar pe nded ing at the d its of the vicinage Don hurried forth, as any good news- paper man was in duty bound to do, and discovered that Lucas Bream’s barn was in flames. The fire company, which had been with- out duties to perform for a long period, welcomed event. It abandoned the barn as beyond salvation and set itself to wrecking Mr. Bream’s dwelling. It chopped holes in his unthreatened roof, bashed in his windows, trampled his garden, broke his dishes and otherwise disported itself with enthusiasm and violence. The barn burned, and with it one ancient da milch cow. What remained of dwelling after the volunteers had worked their pleasure upon it continued to stand without so much as being singed. But rumors filled the air. These rumors had the odor of kerosene and the the norse an the to do wit! presence of excelsior. ‘The fire bug again!"’ was the exclama- tion which passed from lip to lip. Every small town, at one time or an- other is blessed with the presence of a fire bug. He is, indeed, a blessing, because he is a mystery. He causes the citizers to look at one another askance, and scarcely a murder affords so much food for conversa- tion and speculation. Fire bugs apparently belong to a race apart; they run to form, emulating one another in the malign art which they have made their own. Gen- erally it is vacant houses to which they put the torch, or outbuildings or barns. They exhibit a certain discrimination and care for human life, and one would guess them to be animated by no malice, but rather by an innocent desire for lurid entertainment of the bonfire variety. Sugar Hol- low’s incendiary had been inactive for a period of months and his return was wel- omed by the populace. ‘‘When I got there,” shouted an ardent fireman, ‘the’ was reek enough of kerosene to knock a body down, and you could see where he’d lugged his excelsior.”’ ‘It ketched in three places to once,”’ de- clared another. ‘The’ hain’t no question but what it was set. I cal’late we’ll have to yit together the Committee of Public Safety and a length of inch rope.” “'Tain’t to be put up with, seems as though. Nobody’s safe in his bed no more. Suthin’s got te be done or the hull town’ll yo up in flames.’ “It could be anybody,” said another. ‘The feller that done it may be right here imongst us.” ‘* And likely he is!” ‘Life or limb hain’t safe in this town till he’s hunted down.” So public opinion took shape, demanding stern and immediate measures for protec- tion, and the Sugar Hollew Sentinel was provided with copy and editorial subject matter for an indefinite period. Don made such investigations as were possible in the night and the confusion. Then, instead of retiring again to his bed, he went to his office, where he sat down before his desk, not to write, but to consider. It is not of record, for no man saw him, but it is never- theless a fact that more than once during the ensuing hours he chuckled. From his safe he took a sizable notebook n which he kept a diary; not a diary of his own comings and goings and utterances ind thoughts, for he was too busy and too much interested in life as it passed before his eyes to engage in introspection. And this r studied with the care of a cord he THE SATURDAY EVENING POST TIT FOR TAT Continued from Page 25 student about to undergo a vital examina- tion. Then he laid his boyish head on the desk top and slept peacefully and restfully. In the early morning, Horrible, the print- er’s devil, arrived early for the sweeping out, and aroused him. Presently Jake came in, scowling ferociously. “Fire bug,’’ he said in a gentle, vague voice as he passed his employer. ‘“‘Break up the first page. I'll be giving you a two-column lead, eight point, double leaded,”’ said Don. “‘Nobody’s got no idee who done it,” said Jake, waggling his head and clucking in amazement that such wickedness should cumber the earth. ‘‘ Kerosene ile and ever’- thin’,”” he said dazedly. ‘Folks is terrible upsot,’’ said Horrible. “I never see the town in sich a stew,’ said Jake. ‘The’ ought to be clews,”’ said Horrivle “Detectives allus finds clews.” ‘‘ Jake,”’ asked Don, ‘‘are you an expert on kerosene? Could you, for instance, de- tect the difference in the odor of a gallon of it belonging to me and a gallon belonging to, say, Horrible?”’ “No, nor nobuddy else neither. All kerosene smells alike.” “Tt ought not to. Take perfume. Kero- sene is a liquid and perfume is a liquid. Am I right so far?” “You be.”’ “Therefore, perfecting a syllogism, kero- sene and perfume are the same thing.” Jake scratched his head and blinked. Horrible allowed his mouth to fall open. “But,” said Don, ‘“‘there are different odors to perfumes. Violet and jasmine and so on and so forth, ad infinitum.”’ “‘Dunno’s I ever smelt that infinitum smell,”’ said Jake. ‘“* Also,”’ said Don, ‘‘ you may often iden- tify individuals by the smell of the perfume they use. Why not, then, identify kerosene by the odor of the person who uses it? Tell me that!” ““Dog-gone!”’ exclaimed turously. “Tt’s a clew,”’ said Don. the excelsior.”’ “It’s all alike.” “No, indeed! There's excelsior you pack dishes in and excelsior you pack other things in and excelsior that goes in the chorus of the song. On the banner with the strange device. Maybe this excelsior is that excelsior. The lad who climbed mid snow and ice. That, also, is a clew.”’ “Tf you kin tell one handful of it from an- other,” said Jake, ‘“‘then you're smarter ‘n what I be.” ““Who am I,”’ asked Don, ‘‘to deny the truth of so sincere a compliment? Now let’s have your report, both of you. And then run out and get Pazzy Baker.”’ “Don’t need to,”’ said a voice from the door. ‘Here I be.” “Were you on Pazzy?”’ The very fat man with the very ruddy cheeks and the pants which bagged alarm- ingly in the seat stepped farther into the composing room. ‘‘Cal'late I never missed a trick,”’ he said. *“Come in then and let’s have the horrid details,’’ said Don. Whereupon he withdrew to the editorial desk with Mr. Baker, and as that citizen without visible means of support became voluble, Don made rapid entries in diary which he kept in the guardianship of the safe. “If he ketches me a-watchin’ him,” said Pazzy, ‘“‘he’ll run me so fast I'll shed off fifty pound of flesh.” Horrible rap- “And there’s the job last night, he ne Iv D' IN OAKES walked across the street to the livery stable where he boarded the conglomeration of rusty, unpainted metal which he called an automobile. Its top was torn, its mud guards flapped and its motor uttered strange cries of agony at the most unexpected of times. Yet it ran; it pro- ceeded from place to place; and Don was fond of it. He backed it out of the barn, bringing it to a sudden stop as a man shouted a warning and a gir!’s voice arose in a startled cry. He had escaped narrowly backing upon Doctor Noble’s daughter, who now stood fixing him with glinting eyes. “It would be you!” she said sharply. ““Startled,”’ said Don, “‘but uninjured. Bucephalus, Bucephalus, you almost got us into trouble!” “They ought not to let you drive it,” Iris said sharply. ‘‘ Backing all over people without looking!”’ 3eg the lady’s pardon,” Don said to his car; and then to Miss Noble: “He's high- spirited. I can hardly control him when he’s had his tank filled. But not vicious. | wouldn't want you to think there was one vicious dent in his whole body. May I take you anywhere—by way of apology?”’ **Do you think I would ride with you in that!” ‘‘A poor thing, but mine own,” he said. ‘Or in anything else.” “I despise generalities,”’ he said. “It is because they are so general. Why should the spirit of mortal be proud? Mine isn’t.” sé No,” ashamed.” “We always get back to that subject, don't we? No variety at all. Emulate Cleopatra. Time could not age nor custom stale.’’ He bowed as if he were seeing her for the first time. ‘“‘I trust you are in good health, and this and that are satisfactory, and all's well with the world.” “If I were aman * she began, but he interrupted. ‘It would be terrible,’’ he said earnestly. ‘“‘Perfectly terrible. I cannot contemplate your being a man—not with equanimity. Therefore, if you will not ride with me, I must ride alone. It were better thus. He travels fastest who travels alone. Try sometimes to think more kindly of me when I am gone.”’ With which he set the car in rearward motion again, backed into the road, wheeled and headed away at speed toward the courthouse. Iris stood biting her lips and frowning into the cloud of dust. Never, aside from the weaknesses of his character, had she met a young man whom she could despise with such abandon. Don stopped before the courthouse’and ran up the steps. In the door he met Big- Foot Mosher, working leisurely at his pro- fession of bodyguard to Sheriff Fox. ‘Is your patron in?’’ Don asked. ““My what?” growled Mosher, clenching his fists. Don touched a huge knuckle daintily and smiled into Mosher’s eyes. ‘‘Funny, isn’t it? You want to, but somehow you just can’t. How do you account for it?”’ ‘“You git away from me,’’ Mosher said venomously. ‘‘Some day I cal’late to bust you in two,” “Before then,” said Don, “‘you'll be so busy dodging the slings and arrows of out- rageous fortune that you'll forget. Have you caught the fire bug?”’ ‘‘None of your business,”’ said Big-Foot graciously. Don passed on to the outer door of the sheriff's office and entered. He passed through the railing and to the door of the private room where Sheriff Fox maintained The door was closed. he asked of a clerk. said Iris; ‘‘it ought to be his state. “Sheriff in?” “Busy.” “You'd hardly believe it,’’ said Don, ‘but he’s going to be busier.’ And so say- ing, he thrust open the door to discover the sheriff, the prosecutor and Supervisor Mather in conference. ‘You don't need to scowl,’’ Don said to the sheriff. ‘‘After this I'll take it for granted when I come in. You can save wear and tear on the classic features. Have you caught the fire bug?”’ f June 25,1927 “No; and now that I’ve told ye, clear out.” “Do you desire greatly to catch him?” “We're huntin’ high and low.” “What,” asked Don, “‘wili you give me for him? You to keep all the glory of the capture.” “Y don’t want nothin’ from you—not even information,” said Sheriff Fox. “Just a minute, sheriff,’’ said young Ellsworth. ‘‘ Better listen.” Fox grunted and slumped down in his chair. Then he grinned through his beard. showing yellow teeth. “ You cal’lated to do suthin’ if Doe Noble wan't let free today,” he said with a sneer. “I’m still calculating,’’ said Don. “‘What,”’ asked Ellsworth, ‘‘about the fire bug? Have you discovered some- thing?”’ “I’ve discovered an infinity of things, and some are entomological. They may even appertain to fire entomology. For in- stance, I can tell you the name of a man who had a grudge against the owner of the burned barn.” “Huh!” “‘And I can produce the name of a man who bought kerosene that very day.” ‘Lots did,”’ said the sheriff. ‘“*These,”’ said Don, ‘‘ werethesameman.”’ “That all?” “‘More—much more. The name man who bought a bale of excelsior the same man.”’ “You got to have a heap more’n that be- fore I kin act.” ‘Merely corroborative details,’ “Indirect but damning.” ““What else?”’ ‘This man was seen with excelsior in his car—considerable of it—on the night of the fire. He stopped his car in the lane that runs past the burned barn and got out wit} his arms full of something. Bits of excelsior lie along the lane from where he stopped to the burned barr. He walked up the lane and was gone fifteen minutes. Then he re- turned, got into his car and drove away of a also said Don, rapidly. It was two o'clock. Is that evidence?”’ “It is,” said Ellsworth. ‘‘Who is the man?” ‘“*The fire started a few minutes after he left,” said Don. ‘‘Now it seems to me those facts make it look pretty black for that man.” “They do,” said Ellsworth. ‘‘Hisname?”’ “It will surprise, not to say grieve you,” said Don. ‘His name is Fox. Fox is his ‘name and sheriff is his station, and it looks as if barn-burning was his hobby.” ““Me!”’ bellowed the sheriff, leaping to his feet. ‘‘D’ye mean me, you whipper- snapper? Me?” “You,” said Don, ‘‘and none other. The time, the place and the evidence.”’ ‘*But it’s absurd,” said Ellsworth **Maybe,” said Don. ‘‘So many things are absurd. But absurd things will happen in the best regulated of families. a And I can prove all these facts, sheriff, Just to illustrate, I can tell you every move- ment you made yesterday. I know when you bought a package of fine cut and what you paid for it. I know what you said to Tom Hall in front of the post office. | know you bought two gallons of kerosene at eleven minutes past two and a bale of excelsior at fourteen minutes to three ] can go through the day and account for every second of it—up to two o'clock in the morning—and beyond.”’ ‘I never set fire to no barns!”’ roared the sheriff. ‘‘What for would I do it?” ‘There was a grudge,"’ said Don. ‘Fifty men can swear to that.” ‘‘But I hain’t sich a fool.” “‘A point open to argument. But there’s the evidence. I think—I’m not sure, but I think—at least two witnesses can be found who would swear they saw you lighting the match.” Continued on Page 154

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AV Everyeta re mm) tiers @)el \ COM MOD Ga On FO O8 nis drugs in the doctor's garage. enough, isn’t it?” The sheriff frowned uncertainly at Ells worth, who pursed his lips and stared with level Don. Presently he ‘You win,” he said. “I rather fancied so,”” said Don Let me have the facts of the confessions and the quashing of the indictment against the doc tor -in time for the paper tomorrow ‘You may depend upon it,” said Ells worth ‘And by the way,” said Don, ‘‘a small favor. No word of my connection W ith this. eyes at spoke. Continued from Page 40 ‘You do that again,” I you'll get slapped in the face with a shiny spade.” I stay as far away from that jane after that as I can. The jumps are all short and Milky Way takes them without any trouble I'm really beginning to enjoy myself. ‘“‘The quarry must be ahead,”’ remarks Hank, when the yelling and barking gets louder. “‘T quit,”’ says I. ‘I'll hurdle no quarries. Call me up when you get home, if ever.” “I’m not talking about a stoneyard,” growls Ritter. ‘‘The fox is the quarry.” Suddenly we comes into a kind of clear- ing, and there are the hounds in a circle around something, with the rest of the hunt urging them on, excepting Dawtish, who is in among the dogs trying to shoo them away. snarls, ‘and When I gets close I sees that the animal that’s been run down’s no bigger than a squirrel. “‘That’s no fox, is it?’’ I asks Hank. “Englishman,” Ritter, paying no attention to my question, “‘you'd better leave him alone. That’s a polecat.” “‘But,”’ protests Dawfish, ‘we'll lose the scent of the fox.” ‘You may lose the scent of the fox,” agrees Hank, ‘‘but what you'll get if you stick around won't be attar of Cyri Says roses | stops monkeying with the hounds and I sees him sniff. Then a ghastly ex- pression comes over his face ‘That’s what they call the worry,” re- marks a fathead Doughmoron, who hadn't noticed anything wrong yet “You should | “Come or,” It also occurs to me that this is no place for a tinsmith’s daughter. Grabbing Kate and Tillie, me and Hank departs hasty, just as I feel a drop of rain splash on my the ex: ave a says Ritter } + ne shouts to me.

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June 25,192 I dn't car he doctor feel inder ligation to me Certain aq ful A And g vod da ud Dor \ minute I r wit 1 d Ellswort They got into the car, Ellsworth frown Don silent and debonair “Oakes,” said ‘ ume? What are you up to?” ‘1,” said Don, ‘amr enjoyi *You’re after the “And yours and Mather’s and the gang.” “Why don’t you nail them on the bar:

sheriff’ door then? You seem to have t facts Don shook his head. **Not read et he said ‘I'll ring the school bell when | am . Ist where J 1 get it “Yes. . . . And, Oakes, tl ma town. Is it big enough for tl eriff and ‘It bulges,”’ said Don; ‘‘it the strain.” “He will buy you out Don shook his nead “Where (ist on th drab and sullen earth would I find so mu fun?” he asked Ellsworth alighted and stood looking after Don with set face and level brow He had the appearance of a determined mat

a dangerous man, pe ips. Presently he nodded his head twice He had made uy; his mind to something -and that me- thing was not clement for Don Oake V EXT afternoon's paper carried the full story of the vindicat ble. An hour after its appearance Don met the doctor and his daughter on the street and paused “May I offer m; mgratu ry lations? e asked

somali the are in order,” said Iris, and passed on wit} uptilted chin Don Oakes grinned to mse delight- edly. SAE 2& ») notice the black clouds forming overhead In two minutes it’s coming down in sheets, and we're slopping and slipping throug! the brush in what we think is the direction home. It isn’t. To add to the pleasant time being had by all, my pink coat had been made by a cheap crook and starts running rivers of red, making a bum out of my white pants and turning Milky Way into a speckled For more than an hour we slides and the woods roan stumbles throug! “I’m getting wet to missus ‘ ” Lne SKIN, moans the ‘You're not getting wet,’’ I growls. ‘That's The peasantry,” you in a mudhole might make a natural, mistake, thoug! The rain gets worse Kate helping it along by weeps. The nags have trouble keeping to their hoofs, and about every five minutes we have to stop to pull a horse and ride social standing you're getting. Standing yOu I adds, sarcastic, ‘seeing worse, Tillie and spilling a few and

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could he ask a girl to share his crusts and become a wanderer on the face of the Milton did not think of it in any earth? uch vague terms as here employed, how- ever. When he thought about marriage, Alice Lanham he was a boy in short pants he had wor- shiped Alice from afar, and never did he build an air castle that Alice did not When he arrived where he aspired when his position was sufficiently se- ure for him to contemplate the step—on that day would he ask her. On that day, too, he would tell her all he had been doing, and she would understand and thrill to his Poor Bob! It wasa the chance, because he thought of Ever since grace it to be work just as he did. mercy he never got Alice had once held her nose above a cra- ter’s rim and no earthly inducement could have persuaded her to waste ten minutes on uch smelly old things. She was still single —he knew that much. Often he wondered why; then decided that the men she knew in their home town were hardly the sort who would appeal to a girl like Alice, and the Lanhams lived so quietly that she had scant opportunity of meeting le vutsiders. This thought heartened him while he was in the north country, and f-acknowledged hopes buoyed visit home in many a lot of | him up on his first years. “Well, well!’ exclaimed his boyhood “If it ain't Bob Milton!” Heran into a bunch of them in the Red Front hangout. ‘‘What friends. Drug Store, a favorite you doin’ now, Bob? “T’'m a volceanologist canoes, you know.” Takin’ pictures “No that is —yes, study of them.’ “You do? Shucks, d’you mean to say you earn your livin’ that way?” “Vea.” “Har-har! It’s aright good thing the ol’ hardware store keeps on doin’ business, ney, Bob?”’ Well, why of it? Bob was entitled to a flock of letters after his name, but so far as producing the fool around vol- and no. I make a shouldn’t they take this view wherewithal was concerned, the dingy store at the corner of the town square and Cedar Street had degrees beaten a mile ** Hear about Phil Rosser?” inquired Bud Mosher. ‘*No,’’ said Milton eagerly. ‘‘ Where is he now?”’ ““Chi-—and just burning 'em up. Phi done mighty well, Phil has. I done heard his dad telling Mr Maddox only the other day how Phil was drawin’ down a hundred a week. Yes, sir.” “That's fine. What is he doing?’ “Biggest newspaper in Chicago, and ol’ I's star reporter, they tell me. He al- Ss Was smart, Phil was; and now he’s just burning ’em up in the big burg. I tell you Porterville ought to be proud of Phil — yes, and a whole lot of old Porterville ‘ve done good too. Look at Al Jack- will you? —assistant cashier of the second biggest bank in St. Louis, and he *most runs the dog-goned thing, so I hear.” il's DOYS sons boy, And now a voice from one of the easy cane chairs against the wall spoke up. “I ain’t denying Phil’s done awful good,”’ it said; ‘‘but I never did think he used Alice Lanham right, and I never will.” Bob turned abruptly away, loudly calling for a cold drink in the hope of shutting off this topic, but the town was one big family and talked over its affairs in that spirit “Oh, well, what can you expect?”’ Bud ‘, biting another hunk ‘The Vv were protested toleran off his cigar to make it draw engaged sure enough, I reckon, but a man’s got as good a right to change his mind as That's tl what a woman has, ain’t he’ way I look at it ‘But she waited for him a coupla years.” “The way I figure it,’’ remarked the druggist, Phil was away up there in Chicago, flying round with the big bugs, ‘is this: THE SATURDAY EVENING POST HUSSY LUCK Continued from Page 15 and wnen he come ba ome \ ‘ naturally didn’t look so good to him as she did before. The way I figure that was cut for an ol’ maid anyhow “Well, it’s all off now And I hear he fixing to get married.”’ “No! **Some girl Go on! up there hear. They got money a pile of it, they say “Well, if that don’t beat : He M was the luckiest stiff alive. Why, say, I car remember when Phil Rosser Bob did not wait to hear loud hail to the postmaster, passing along the side walk, he bolted from the tore and hurried blindly nomewarda So that was why she had remained singh so long! And Phil Rosser, of all men! He felt a hot resentment, not much against Phil as against Alice, at first. To thinl that she could love a fello who played fast and loose with life and wa so devoid of character! And then he be gan to hate Phil. He forgot his old fond- ness for the amiable rascal, shut his mind tight against all the warm qualities that had so endeared Phil to him the fellow was a weakling and booze fighter, not fit to touch the hem of Alice Lanham’s skirt And he had probably held her in his arms! It made Bob gnash his teeth. Milton went through every variety of jealous rage and ended with a great yearn ing. But on one point he had made up his mind—he would never ask Alice to marry him On Sunday he saw her in church with her parents. That girl cut out for an old maid? He felt like throttling the druggist. It was true that she did look older than he had expected, but she was a thoroughbred to her finger tips, and how a woman like her could bother to look twice at drunken PI The same torturing treadmill over again, to end as it had done before, his starved heart aching for her And Alice? She nodded amiably to Bob during the service, but the nod was accom- panied by a puzzled look, as though she had difficulty in placing him, Milton caught it Rosser He did not wait to speak to her when the congregation filed out, but strode off dow: a side street to avoid old friends. Next day he left Porterville A month later a deluge of announce ments swamped the post-office force lf Phil overlooked as iitary ne of his triend or acquaintances in the county, nobody) But home towns eye ot could think whom ligations beyond their borders thr inverted telescope, and only five present were sent to the briae The general attitude was summed up b) Minnie May Thurber What she snorted. ‘‘Me send a present to that stuck-up thing? If I’m not good enoug! to be invited to the wedding I’m not good enough to send a present bney can keep their ol’ announcement 1 think it was downright mean to send you an announcement, anyhow, Minnie May,’ cooed Bertine Merriwether, wh knew all about Phil's ea philandering Yes, he was married at last Mr. and Mrs. James Delancey O'’Gra VY announce the marriage of their daughter Amy I N beth to Mr. Philip Snodgr Rosse ind fifth so on. At home after I asy Street, Evanstor Illinois Married and launched on a career high and handsome, after years ! tossed drifting Phil's luck again! And it came to him when he was teetering on the brinl His boss had made had stood for enough of Rosser’s slips, and had even fixed the date t fire him, when the owner of the paper decided to send P} to Paris as head of their | wean corre- | spondence bureau at a Salary of ten thou sand a year and an expense at t that | could be stretched to cover another five |} a capable rewrite man accustomed to pad ding. Continued on Page 15$ bor 40 miles. ail aaiill 100, 1 this cCuUIVING beach and houlevard fringes the tumbling sea . Beltevers in acksonville.

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158 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 25,1927 BEAUTIFUL INTERIORS REFLECT PRIDE IN OWNERSHIP ( \ J7 / INGAL (sive shabby old rooms C77 lif Cc and color N! WW you can give any old room in your home 5 por YI PERIORITY studs and joists. Then paint—apply decorative 1 } F . ny . ; se ] } ; | ; 1 all the smartness of color and Ife vou have See pee ; wood beams or paneling and your room. 1s aiway a ca ] Ng tor . = $n ly beaut Be . | la [ permanently iutin 2 ] | RB 11 B V I Once uf Uy Boa Wall i ( g W ] ] ! ar , ' ewe should last as long as vour house itself. Upson \ll over the land, new homes are being pan- | tested which were tierce a A 2 ; 1} , / one > , : I 0ard Walls ar rack-] dfe Walls that even Upson Board with distin pson Fasteners (patented) mal : te: | . t ; ; : ee, a ts ordinary leaks cann nyure Insulated walls, ‘ } } } too I rc : — : gic Dy \ winter-warm a immer-cool. } L\ i } ] U; B \ k \ ir iea Im be¢ Li¢ wout gent ling ' | ) housand f hon Ow ce t fe cent | » Board Or. w mo 1 r . meet ee foe came re 3 j = P } , U, RB W te ri um} Uy B rd a [ ) t ‘ | my ate I: bre-] ICs 8] th ! you p We tw } i can s Ise \ b] } t Sal ; B na els that | [ B SC pt ve 3 ature | 10) t \ YOOS 1 apply rignt ver ugly, . Address DHE Upson Com ANY, OV l PSON tifu fT t at wer pa tc t Ww construction, direct to : Point, Lockrortr, NEW York. ~

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Continued from Page 157 story over again for Phil—go- od fashion, barely The ing along in slipsi same ta getting by, and then retrieving himself by one bril- liant stunt. Such had been his record from the day of his arrival. He got no chance to I ing the early months, and failed to create a ripple; then suddenly jumped to the fore with a screaming story of a cat ght on the Elevated which never occurred. Phil wrote it as an excuse for arriving late T > Une e dur oflice. mT} he beauty of the feat was that its truth made no difference, and the city editor told him to browse around and do a human- ory of some kind every day, and proceeded to feature them in a box; which was pretty soft for Phil so long as the ar- rangement lasted, it permitted irregular hours and escape from routine terect ct Interest st ir because assignments. Yet he soon tired of the work, and a series of colorless ones ended the sinecure. How- he was now an outstanding figure in newsroom, and the formed the of holding him for something to DOSS the habit break. Indeed, he became virtually one of the star reporters long before his salary showed the same recognition. Often for weeks on end Phil did nothing but loaf waiting for something to +} the around the office, occasionally taking a story over

wt in, phone from a district man and mi quent trips the elevator

down to editor sneak a drink at the sporting Dutchman's around the corner. And when the big things did come off Phil rose to the ecasion like a champion and set the whole towr talking Nevertheless, other men with half his talent passed him as the years slipped by.

They just kept pegging along without any- when however, and

eaded girl, would probably have gone no further 1 i mild flirtation if event had not changed a ee at ee a that trying moment when VOSSE lust pe SI se S ° a] oe The loss of his job rest i wife t everything Ss @oIn dead P) She had se ated n him a while : . rs ihe ceded aot teams tae diame cat ca | ee and alone nena mettle in An right there and then,to than that if neome W more t r . ample for both, and she decided to take the. ~—- HEL mend matters for per a7 iway Irom Pa Ss and t ‘ i you. © © oH i) se = os + ; ne tae al ‘ pea, “Write for your free sample At any rate, her first concern was to put and a “dog book” him on his feet as a mar . ‘anwhile Reb Milten had gone back ~COntinental Tobacco Ga inc to chumming with voleanoes. Through the 44W186"street, New York City influence of his former chief in the northerr Wilds, he obtaine lay st on the other side of the w 1, to wat n the rin la notorious performe It was a good post, a government posts g but lew men Na t n them t t beside a ate ear ind year out without growing s into deat] of it. Yet he never thought of wea f He wat ed and ne gured, and he worked r ded whims d moods and aie ‘ that what Milton i t know that ne a L ry ashes tant it nt NEW! %, ‘ hc za It Z ld mi 1 hin a ; ” This little machine—with heey ep pot arp er ata Rs AUTOMATIC ENVELOPE FEED veal f work. So he staved up there, hig! will address on the rim of Jumbo, and watched and 125 ENVELOPES PER MINUTE! waited, and waited and watched. Alice , Lanham slow faded fror g ( t! ys than that ? NV Ong ini H iti Py DOOK Was neal Zz mpi i 1 t ( ? actor ind ¢ t n tha bs hak @ Gina peseal ile. Se ELLIOTT Milton. they were most as im] t ADDRESSING MACHINE CO. . fact n human existence as the weat! 147 Albany St., Cambridge, Mass. H eared, and learned societies; : eaped su n He made 1 | s MEN WANTED mone t t. however Not that | ‘ Bec I . : : i he “ ild ive Wy tten the t . ! And * vy he w | mebod ind WV é fies ‘ ; ; Pes ' ‘ ; eal le presale eir necks ft sten as Woct Milton rose t = — J read his pape It was |} Di rea stuff vewildering mathematica i tions r the most part Dut t St t nighted dumb-be seemed to t I V and hung I eve W \ 1

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THE SATURDAY together and went ashore. She engaged a room at the hotel and waited for her sheep to return —waited in a white s} dread.

iver of Throughout those first hours of ,anguis! the worthy fellow was sitting in t room of various drinking joints, b in close harmony with his new-found pals, ne back ellowing

and now and again springing to his feet to They kept yelling for him to speak and Phil was happy to oblige. “To think of running into ol’ Phil Rosser away out the chief of the revelers kept repeating, like a chant. ‘‘Why, me and him—he and I used to go to college together back in Gawd’s country! Dear ol’ Lusher Here’s to Lushers, Phil!”’ Gone was all notion of time; Phil had completely forgotten the appointment for th Phil. His first ne Ing sin on report poured in story

me all afternoon.” thrown open, and the lava boiled over the _ trar into every civilized tongue, in- | not Seven o'clo t But I lip of the voleano and started down tl Scandinavi Not quite so yu'd come in for a swim with me mountainside, spreading and twisting, one llow ups, because the fire in At no Oo that night An wished writhing glov It looked as t} ough the lid burned out still, th ey were too egretted it still more at eight, of hell had blown off; it looked like the end the dramatic critics say en P had not shown up. Their ship of the world about all. He stayed on the is to sa t ten, and at 9:30 Mrs. Phil 4 dog crouched against his legs, trem- week, sending long messages to osser |} edly gathered their luggage bling and whimpering. Phil shook his head da The minute his stuff was SAFETY IN TUE AUR Continued from Page 29 partmer hen it dawned on the manu-_ which had previously devoted itself to com immediate sales value. This restricts de- re hat en nee and reliability mercial air problems. To the use of the velopment for the most part to war types le nditions ef usage were bet- airplane as an implement of war we can Some orders, to be sure, are placed for com- er t ib] py indasthese attribute the abnormal growth and de mercial planes to operate over government it ve leveloped and advertised velopment of aviation during the war ye: ubsidized air routes in Europe and for our er ew. The le n here for the But as with most products of the forced newly organized mail routes and aerial ture plane emphasized by) development of war, a period of reaction service operations in America, but this f ence t ppealin motor followed during which aviation not only defhand has hitherto been insignificant in t few ye It based ceased to progress but retrogressed. It has comparison with the military demand n yved ap- been like the spring-flowering plants that Such commercial planes as are made are with which the higher one sees in the florists’ windows in full naturally an adaptation by the manuf ‘ f ( e] ife bloom in midwinter. They have been forced ers of military types to meet commercial n r e course of to bloom in hothouses ahead of their nor weeds. The infant air-trar d aerial nor Le ment. The aim of war is mal time, with the result that often the © sery companies are against : r er to win men must take’ plants either die unless given great care, financial ty. They are unable to in- iximum | t was necessarily rin any event several years elapse before sistont al design of experimental air- ed t mance And since war’ they will bloom again. craft which shall show exceptional qualities vs no econon iw, the t of a plane of aerodynamic safety. Their present most aaeh ' lid travel faster and The Influence of War urgent need of a matter of self-preservation eu et plane built at Ie sa plane with a high pay load, economical ense Nearly the entire impetus to aviation of operation and construction LA \ Ist mir evelopment has been g by goverr Before anyt! ild be done to bring : var could be ments for war purposes. C« ly a s back to the tht road of econom ‘ ine i premium has been put on design it raft progre true ation had first to be ‘ A fty hours than for speed, maneuverability and other mili come apparent to the industry In my I 1 NICE e with three tary characteristics, while ae rodynam c opinion we are now rap dly approaching t the t Via ] trat afety, which is of a secondary considera- this point, f we have not alre ached nf rait would be tion in war, has been neglected. Since the In other words, the men puting t t ‘ t wn duru t war the infant airplane industry in all parts to the effort being made for records the f ed type of the world has not prospered Manu- are discovering that most of are In \ there it W ertint facturer ire unable to develop on their cidental rather than fundament rs in t é l own initiative types that have not adefinite the development of commerci: atior ; . ' '

June 2: on the wire P ) to through a query to the tean ind most of hi ibsequent brain « de voted to the alit e would offe men, It Was a n terplece Tha story right course, | ‘ vas hands This alibi, on the contr , sonally, I would give it the paln He |} i’ rece ed a tip abou + tion —no time to let he now be note he sent messenge ' had not received any not scoundrel! Wel f id t ral without a second to snare lso listened, not believing a word « course; but t r —— c crest of the way I ¢ oped t did not ro c a tro ‘ n safely navigated. So she and P ceeded to vathe t t ) They were to returr boat, tour of ten weeks, and after that he sail for China to do a series of a newspaper syndicate, and after t he could take his } of a er t One day shortly before the ! ne was standing in the pt of the surrounded by a group of adn te when Doctor M yn ente He landed, called back by news of the « Phil was holding f ! general, their habits and what t fied—he wa quite ur r uu whole paragrap! mB : the author himself ay ired “Bless my sou ed P isn’t Bob Milto He gave r ‘ elceor friendship in the f eye ar cla p of | na Ay eT Doctor Milt now I D Milton,” said P} ducing hin x hoo ind P] you, the T lr | just come from the I W your line loc? VI oi f Then they tu » P} ra soon,” the ) Rosser, do 1 f tha ) bust out agair Phil cor efore as was or ype I i heels. rolled y ‘ weighed word Well e said, “I et Milton mur ! ! l on. He had to hurr 1 ton Jun new rim. This, of course, refer er I lepe ing on private capit ex] ments of the re ir muiit I Their program pe ice er researcn and | t expe ments I! pe rfection of n t t } te ( o far as the indu f 1 elf-interest r t r t possible contribut f ‘ the development « mme times of peace Not be ise of ‘ monly accepted and ¢ neous belief commercial air] “A he nve overpight into « eS" ‘ _ but because of the ‘ capacity tnat mme¢ ila i nN and there Phil was to go

ee : ’ the concurrence r n turers, engine¢ ’ America and ku ( ma pert clarified by some ( itior t damental difference between aviat United States and othe intries. We fallen into the l t me our progress by what lor } but such comparison has led to n roneous conclusions Every reade Continued on Page 165 a J, 1927 i ) ( hin | A» | 1 ]

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164 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 25, 1927 “MOFFAT TUNNEL One of the Greatest Engineering feats , of Modern Times . y ta. a ae ea - Dra HE Moffat Tunnel is the longest in the United States and one of the longest in the world. It is 6.1 miles long and was holed through in record time. It consists of two parallel bores, one of which will be a water tunnel and the other a railroad tunnel, the latter being 16 by 24 feet. The railroad ey tracks will be carried on 20,400 ey Red Oak ties. Portable Electric Drills, Portable The record speed and accuracy Electric Grinders and Portable with which the Moffat Tunnel Electric Socket Wrenches had an was holed through was made important part in this great en- possible by the use of the most gineering work and it is of great efficient of modern tools and significance that these tools were equipment. BLACK & DECKER “With the Pistol Grip and Trigger Switch”

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Continued from Page 160 newspaper has heard that Germany, to give but one example, is far ahead of us in com- mercial aviation. This statement is based on the imposing mileage and passenger re« lying lines, ords of the organized German f which have not as yet an exact counterpart n this country. But when we begin to ount planes the comparison disappears. The combined German air fleets consist of about 250 planes, whereas in the United States there are now at least 2000 1] engaged in various forms of commercial

work, such as photography, surveying, cot ton dusting, mail carrying, and so on, most of which are peculiar to this country Germany is a small country, densely pop ilated For this reason, and primarily because her aviation consists of passenger irrying lines, well organized and widely advertised, her air fleets stand out before the world. The United States, however, is so much bigger and more sparsely settled that nearly eight times as many planes are swallowed up, and to the average citi zen the drone of a motor overhead is still r ne his neck.

are enough to make him cr But the futility of comparison is even more marked when we begin to study the underly- g economic principle. The German fleet, ke all the other widely advertised Euro- pean passenger lines, exists only because of government subsidy. It does not pay its own way and therefore it is not, strictly } , commercial aviation. The Amer- |

eight times as large, lacking similar organization and coordination, is for the most part self-supporting, and in some of its branches is making substantial protits. Including even the air-mail service t isstrictly a private business depending on ; earnings for survival Power in Production rhe point of all this is that this country alone, with the exception of one operation n Colombia, has already demonstrated that aviation is possible on a commercially profitable basis. Yet in spite of this our producers have hitched their wagons to a governmental star, a method of procedure which is traditional in Europe but utterly ‘noxious to American political and eco- nomic thought. War-preparedness flying cannot pay its own way. It must be sub- sidized, directly or indirectly. The Amer- can draws a sharp distinction between war and business. He will pay as liberal a sub dy as anyone else for protection when he s threatened, but not having lived for cen turies in fear of war, he refuses to mix pre paredness for defense with business. The cont between our conditions and those abroad may be still further empha- : It is com- said that the French are masters of all What is meant s that France has more

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any other coun- estimated at be- tween 3000 and 1000 ships. With the present rapid development of military types, however, produc- ng capacity is far more important than the number of planes now in the air. If France went to war to- morrow, for eX- ample, she might find it ne« essary or advisable to scrap a great percentage ol her planes be- cause of develop- ments in heretore, 1s In the Autogyro a Species of Giant Windmill Takes the Place of the j Conventional Fixed Wings of the Airplane frory her factories. Unless its people can fu sna market, a nation is compelled to buy planes in order to have workers and facilities read) for a sudden emergency. European cour tries therefore regard the subsidy of com mercial lines not as an expense, but as saving in the national war Noth ng short of actual invasion could be exper ted ever to brir y the average Ze of the United States around to that point of view gut with the vast consuming ca pacity of this country it is not even neces sary to consider such an eventuality If commercial aviation can be made to pay, on account of our great resources we can ou produce all the other countries of the world Everybody identified with aviation knows it can be made to pay the moment the pub lic adopts it. The only problem therefore s to determine why, in a country tha stands alone for the

creating new industries, aviation has not been more generally adopted The Daniel Guggenheim Fund for the Promotion of Aeronautics came to the cor clusion that the publ c attitude toward safety in the air was responsible for the lack of a national demand for commercial avia tion. This is not the opinion of any one man. The directors of the fund are men of national distinction in science, engineering, business and the law, and in addition, each member brings a particular experience of aviation and aviation problems gained at some time in his career. The directors are Rear Admiral H. I. Cone, retired; Mr. | Trubee Davison, Dr. William F. Durand Ger George W. Goethals, Prof A \ Michelson, Dr. R. A. Millikan, Mr. Dwight W. Morrow, Mr. Elihu Root, Jr., Mr. John D. Ryan, Mr. Orville Wright an writer. The survey that led to their con

clusion and adoption of the policy of pro motion of safety involved conferences with virtually every noted airplane manufac- turer and designer in the world After the safety policy had been agreed upon as the chief activity of the fund, the By rd North Pole plane Was sent on a tour of the United States, during which it made stops at forty-two cities, and its operators made addresses to more than 500,000 Amer cans in all walks of life who viewed the plane. The questions asked by these people of the crew furnished the first cross secti on of national opinion regarding the airpl up to that time available. They proved be yond any doubt that the rank and file of our people still erroneously regard the air plane as unsafe. Many well-informed men, for example, expressed the belief that when a motor stops while a ship ts In the air a crash is inevitable The fact that this is ab surd is of little help so long as people in the mass are not aware that the disability of a motor in most cases merely means a glide to a safe landing. try, her fleet being ia

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aoe — ] circumstances which had noreiation to com- Today safety in flight is dependent to a eo , In my office or at home ese “ . : : . 7 I do it so € asily with The Dictaphone, ) » | and development of instruments. take-off can be shortened considerably or of great importance

that, with mind freed, I can doubly enjoy my recreation.” For example, the motor in the plane in which is a safety fac : : which Acosta and Chamberlin recently in sections where level areas are limited

Heed this experience of Hiram Blauvelt. of I4 coal and building material pnpanne-oniy Dlg endurance record flew sor — ng the area of a field required sai Chen resolve to let The Di taphone help \ ards His Dic taphones he has one ren ge Canty hours ease being touched, land ng. ee haps a ope ee ee ‘ ; and this was by no means a record run for by use of wheel brakes just perfected, sim you to get things done. Note compan at home and several at the ollice a motor. Formerly accidents caused by ilar to those on motor cars, and which will offer below. help him find time for such diverse wings collapsing in the air and airplanes be further reduced by lower landing speeds ‘T never could turn out the velume activities as playing polo and writing | bursting into flame were common occur- _ is another safety fac t of work 1 do without my Dicta fiction and business articles for numer rences; today they are vé ry rare and, given vé lopments will be of inca phon 5. ‘Their chic advantage to me ous publications without neglect proper equipment, should be unknown. In economic significance in their « ffe ct on the Rep ig RRO "EAT RES of business. He continues addition, the development of multi-motored location and area required for tlying field is their instant avai $9 aircraft able to fly on the disability of one The fact that designers and manuf ing ideas which otherwise, if not “All our offices have Dictaphones or more motors, andtheamphibian airplane, turers are now devoting so much attentior forgotten entirely, would tax my and they are virtually indispensable with its wider scope for landings on both to this problem is an indication that the; mind and interfere with rest and Tele phone and verbal orders or agree- | sea and land, have marked real progress. are seeing the light. There is a world-wide recreation ments are recorded infallibly; and tendency toward the improvement of If vacations leave us short such records, in addition to 06 Eliminating the Human Factor cher ee — 1opme ens oe ae : , ue . a [eae Ing place In furope as we'ti as In tnis cour handed, I can sell dictate as usual se i ha nave pes Pg coer peer But with some notable exceptions in the try. Mr. Handley Page’s slot and aileror and get relict help from the nearest of dollars. | etters OF a kinds and safe-flying characteristics and in landing control is a progressive step toward contro Dictaphor ¢ Office if necessary re oe ae ee Ce., se and take-off, the cause of the greatest per- at low speeds. Capt. G. T. Hill's tailless a a done far more quickly and accurately centage of accidents, little progress has planeisa highly important step ir. the dire: si ssa da Hiram Blauvelt, Vice than by shorthand been achieved, or even attempted. In __ tionofinherentstability. SenordelaCierva president of the Comfort ¢ oal-Lum a ee ee these respects airplanes have changed little autogyro is an extraordinary development ber Company, which operates a chain \ichough Alicia aie aidioeas . from those that we flew in France during pointing a way toward aerodynamically retary to Mr. Blauvelt, is a capable the war. The reason is obvious: These safe flight in whicl new and ‘interest ng shorthand writer, she says, “I very charact-ristics are for the most part of principles are employed. In the autogyro much preter that Mr. Blauvelt should secondary importance and in some cases aspecies of giant W ndmill takes th e place of ( use The anctapnone His dictation detrimental to military purposes, and gov- the conventional fixed wings of the air- Is sO rapt 1 and covers so many sub ernments today supply the real market for plane. The great advantage of the autogyro jects that it would trouble me to | airplanes. Continued on Page 169 : handle it in shorthand. And I could accomplish very little else. I'd be } } just a hard-working machine “But transcribing Dictaphone cy] inders 1s no great cffort You just

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THE SATURDAY EVENING Lore Kimball pianos ave in Use (9 in American homes than pianos other name in the Kimball his way to a western frontier town, near what was then the outer rim of civilization. It was a land where men knew little luxury or culeure—but when have men ever failed to respond to the appeal of music? So he brought them music primitive reed organs at first, and then, pianos. Pianos bearing the hen music came to the west S VENTY years ago, an easterner with a taste for adventure made Kimball name found their wayacross the prairics,andthroughout America Seventy years later, the richest city in the world sent out a call for the largest and hnest pipe organ that could be built, to install in che greatest theatre on the globe. A few wecks ago it was completed the giant triple-console Kimball organ of the Roxy Theatre, New nade in the York, designed and trontier town of former days The Kimball Piano Becomes America’s Favorite During those seventy years, the Kimball piano has become the chosen instrument of the American home. From Alaska to Cuba—trom Cuba to Cape Horn—there are more Kimballs than pianos of any other name. At international expo- sitions, wherever shown, the Kim- ball piano has won the highest awards. The sublime voices of Kimball organs echo through vast cathedrals, metropolitan theatres, W.W. KIMBALL COMPANY - Established 1857 culture, the Kimball always the best and Hall, 306 South Wabash Avenue } and city auditoriums, from end to end of the hemisphere. The seventieth anniversary finds Kimball traditions unchanged. The founder of the house brought musi where no music was known. Later he oftered the means of enjoying better music. And from phase to phase in the advance of American Cis he USE ¢ ] tr nest attall by the craft and artistry of CHICAGO

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 25,1927 IGS Here is the Answer We asked the question, ‘‘ How did your first quarter for 1927 compare with the same period for 1926 in the South- ern territory ’?’’ Space permits publication of only a few of the answers, which are typical. Many others were given ae ee - .— Pal ~4 Amer | Kelly | ir | Mont cron Milw Whit Lee T Lgry Certal Bradley Knitting Co 40 -Springticld Tire Co C. Smith Typewriter Co } The Maytag Co Frigi | Elliore Addre Columbia Phonograph iberg Ele W hite Cannon Mills, I A-Time | j } | } Simpl J 1 Hendricks Y arne Dictaphone Sale | Fuller tomatic eg in confidence and cannot be published. ican Multigraph Co 4°) Increas teed Products Cory S 1 Co iS), Increase scon ofee rease oe Calculating Machine Co 35 r rease faire Corporation 508% Increase ng Svstem i ; r h Co 71% Inen ctric Co r head & Hoag Co aukee Tool Co Mtg. Ce , x Piston Rings Co 63% In Threshing Machine Co 10% In Electric Co c iker Paper Co 4% ire & Rubber C % In ll-Waring Co c (ase x ~ a =i ¢ . = Brush Co 18°, Increase Refrigerator Co 15% Increa Register Co 6.5‘ rease 18 Increas lucien Answered by those who know/ 1926 was a big business year in the South. Practically every concern serving the South from Atlanta showed tremendous gains, quotas greatly exceeded in this territory. What are conditions today’ Was 1926 an unusual year’ Is business continuing good in the South We asked the leading national concerns, the great names in American industry, who make Atlanta their Southern headquarters, how the first quarter of 1927 compared with the same of 1926. Gains reported ranged from increase over 1926. pel iod 4°" to 200°: ( Business is Good in the South The great and permanent prosperity founded on a Yes, business is good in the South. purchasing power which has more than trebled in the past ten years, is today reaching greater heights than ever before. Andi who have geared themselves to modern mer- tis significant that those manufacturers litions—who have realized that chandising con this country can no longer be served from any one point, who have selected Atlanta as the from which to serve this great oot point market—are the ones who are getting the business, increasing their volume, making big profits. The Ideal Location Atlanta combines in one location the three great essentials to successful manufacturers: Low production cost, brought about by effi cient, intelligent, Anglo-Saxon labor, together with big savings in raw materials, power, taxes and other basic factors. A rich and growing market, absorbing an ever increasing volume of the national production of manufac tured products. Excellent transportation facilities over 15 railroad lines radiating from Atlanta. American Industry almost with one accord has made Atlanta Industrial Headquarters of the South. The finest merchandising brains in the country have made the most careful sls aos Lor. » — — surveys and comparisons, have checked and rechecked every fac- tor entering into the problem of branch location and have found that Atlanta answers every re- quirement. As a result, over 800 of America’s best-known national concerns have placed their Southern Branches in Atlanta. Get the Facts The Atlanta Industrial Bureau is thoroughly equipped to present the facts as they apply to your business. There is no charge, no obliga tion. The information which your request will bring may be worth many thousands of dollars to you—may prove the measure of your profits for the coming years. Your inquiry will be held in the strictest confidence. INDUSTRIAL BUREAU 1737 Chamber of Commerce Industrial Headquarters

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST Continued from Page 166 expense, Cost inthis untry inany branct is its ability to glide very slowly intoasmall of industry is no longer regarded as at field. When the ] a challenge and an opportunity VU MIDE! t speed it loses its rplane indust1 iss productior ae 7 control, but slow sts will be ea ittainment not mean loss of control. However, several The statement often heard that the t leading designers and manufacturers have of flying will preclude its general use expressed to me their confidence that the reminiscent of the generally accepted belie ame advantages gained by the autogyro and a quarter of a centur go t t the . other aircraft showing radical aerodynamic mobile was ar n t An airplane 44 departures can be guined by development — will, giving a conservative estimate, quad | of the conventional airplane ruple the average travelir peed of Several of our great technical universitie automobile. t will double the ave ‘ now have aeronautical schools, and much speed of our fastest trair and multi; progress is being made by their researches. by five the average speed of our fastest rheir students are our guaranty for avia- steamers. To say that the richest int tion progress in the future in the world cannot afford to patronize The fund has been extremely careful to this instrument is to say that time is wit keep the requirements of the safe-aircraft out value competition within the range of known pos- The important requirement at tl tage sibilities. I am therefore not alone wher f ’ I express the opinion, after most careful mal and lay minds that commer i tudy of aviation in both th country and tion can be safe A remarkable ser t road, that we shall have airplanes t being performed in t} directior ll fulfill the seemingly difficult conditions ernmental ag on within the next few America that has been accomplished it demonstratic hat the aircraft industry will travel, but our ce demands similar to those people so si automotive industry. ginning. Bef s problems, of course, will become fully 1 before commercial aviation mented by will flourish in this country. But Ido not show the fun f beheve that the present-day price of air- commercial and prestige flying, lanes Is one of these problems mportant even, that airplanes plan 1 tion and quantity production will take care _ basically as safe as motor cars of that. Prices would only be an obstacle Flying is this age’s contribution toward after we had succeeded in building an air- better transportation, the progress of whicl craft, virtually regardless of cost, that has marked epochs in the development of would be capable, by actual demonstration, nations. With better communications come é of winning the confidence of the public. closer human contacts and better unde Once that confidence is established a de standing. Flying on the verge of a new mand will be set up under the influence of | era—aneraof popularacceptar in which which American inventive and organiza- aviation’s boon to mankind will be man tion genius will sweep away the obstacle of _ fested. irst- Get your feet up to Par! IND out wl it is the matter by ending for the ! t \K Chart.” It will show vou the cause of the 4 we It will make You re ilize Why vour feet are hol I i Snowing the cause, vou will realize why the Arch Preserver Shoe assures healthy, Vigor is, comtortable teet not onl on the ih but during every minute of busines claland all outdoor acti, \nd without sacrificing a parti le of style e The concealed, built-in arch bridge prevents sageil nd Ek. T. WRIGHT & COMPANY, Is 1) t. S-6f LO 1M Sold by Leading Dealers THE RCH HESERVER =f Me Snapping the Family at the Beach

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170 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 25,1927 DON? YT AISIK Continued from Page 19 “T only got a minute,”’ Eddie said to Mis “Oh, it’s kind of a crazy reason. It’ Upper 15. business, you know rs ‘So have I.” **You mean you being so pretty and all ‘And I ain't gonta waste it eating. I’m gets people to come around the store?’ 2 @ ie just gonta sit and tell you thanks over and “No, it isn’t that. But the man that a over. Gee, it was the swellest thing a girl used to own the busine before poppa ever done.” bought it is kinda stuck on me, and while if “Oh, it wasn’t nothing.” he’s on poppa’s notes poppa wouldn't like “You bet it was. That bag had me going to have him get mad.” for fair if you hadn’t spoke up. I was so “What’s he like?”’ Eddie demanded rattled I didn’t know what I was doin’. “Oh, he’s an old fella. His name is Leo And if you wouldn't think it’s fresh, I’dlike Moneskovotz. He ain't so bad. He Mo-Knit-TOE to ask your name and address and write to real nice about extending payment last you, and maybe hope to see you again time. Poppa couldn’t pay because I'd | bs CKS sometime.” operated on for appendicitis and that “I'd like it,’”” Miss Upper 15 declared. to be paid for. That’s why I’ve been out i ‘‘My name is Miss Rae Mendell and I live Buffalo visiting a cousin of mine — to with my folks in Saratoga. Twenty-five up after my operation. I had a swell time Woodlawn Avenue is the address.”’ Say, you’d never think I’d been sick, to “‘Sarutoga is where I’m going,’’ Eddie look at me, would you?” told her. ‘‘ You gonta catch this train?” ‘Does this old Monkeyface, or what ‘‘Sure,”” Miss Mendell laughed. ‘‘Ain’t ever his name is, live in Saratoga?’’ Eddie that a scream? And say, you got time to demanded gulp that coffee if we run, and you just “Oh, say that’s awful funny! M Style 5581 bring along that coffee ring.” face! I never thought of that—ar i Silk Ptaid ‘‘Ain’t there a diner on the car?”’ Eddie you know, he does look kinda like an old COLORS re aske d. monkey.” Blue, Gray “Sure, but what’s the use of buying Is he around all] the time and Beige more? It’s your coffee ring.” “‘No, but he always comes to Sarat Retails at : for August. Why?” $1.00 Look for the By the time they had reached Saratoga “Oh, nothing. | ppose you wouldn't Golden Biner’s they knew all about each other. Miss Men- marry anyone but a Jk wish fe ' Head on Each rep Ras pot planted corti . aa 7 és ae : Pair dell’s methods of eliciting information were I don’t know,”’ Miss Mendell remarke not subtle, but they had their advantages. “* My folks are kinda halfway x ‘Say, you was letting on to that woman __I| always went to the Baptist Sunday you was rich last night. That ain’t true, myself. I don’t believe I'd feel any is it?” about that.” “‘No. I was kind of kidding.” “TI know. Kidding yourself mostly.” The month that followed was a lov ‘How did you get wise?” one for Eddie and Rae. Busine it “Well, them golf clubs being all wood and store was slack in July, and Rae, who} mostly split gave me the idea. And the there, could yet off almost any tim ones that are rich don’t let on so easy. You wanted to, and for the first week or t have to get it out of them with a can least her parents accepted Eddie as the opener. I know. My folks run a jewelry did the other boys she knew. Eddie store. They’re Jewish people.” she waiked and went to the movie ‘ddie had gathered as much. “That’s to the lake for swimming, and to a w! makes you so smart, I guess,”’ he litile ¢-cu lat joggea Into town, suid were ymetning very close to supremely, “To you go to law school, honest?” happy. “Yeah. I’m workin’ my way throvgh.”’ With the ich of August car “Say, that’s fine. I got admiration fora problem of Eddie i fella that does things. But how do» it place, as the Brogans were car happen you hang around the race track so for the month in a pr | much.” apartment ‘“*T got a job with a bookmaker. I’ve had “Your folks wouldn’t want to let your a it for three surnm-ss.” spare room, [ suppose,” I'ddie suggeste “T shouldn't think that'd be very good Kae looked at Y Don’t be crazy, : for a serious fella that’s trying to get on.” he said. “Oh, it pays good and I don’t bet. I It was the first indication he n't bet for two years." hift in the parent ttit Miss Mendell beamed. ‘] was wonder- ever, had also a nstructive ing,”’ she observed. ‘‘Say, where you gonta “Why can't you t buy a cot stop in Saratoga?” asked, ‘and |} “T guess I'll go to the hotel for tonight room? Youdon't mind notha t and look around for some place I can and things, and the 1 be glad to have board.” to sit on when you weren't sleey Style 5524 ‘*There’s no need to do that. I got some ‘You got a wonderful he id, R ie, I Silk Plaid nmatareite Rg . : friends with a spare room they’re just crazy die told her. COLORS to let up till August, when they rent their ‘I just got common sense,”’ she asserte wes a house. You could stay there forthe month ‘But, oh, Eddie I wish August wasn’t ‘heap, and eat there, too, if you wanted coming. I just hate August.” Rene ag 2° to.” : Mr. and Mrs. Mendell now resented the “That's swell.” meals Rae fed Eddie ; “They're Irish people like I suppose you “Tt ain’t the money I grudge,’”’ Mr se are, They're sweet. Their name is Bro Mendell said, ““but I don’t see what you ’ : gan ” get out of it. I don’t see no return.” ‘ddie decided 0 adop LISS J ondell’s “T get lots of fun out of it,’” Rae replied First in Style! ee ae ee ‘ One glimpse of these new Monito Socks and he asked. He’? take you out anyw Mr you'll buy. For never before have you seen “No. I guess it makes me awful spoiled.” Mi 1 shrewdly. such novelty in design—such striking origi- “Gotafellay” 7 _sottde- hnagihas pelea nality in color combinations. — do you think?” Miss Mendell no xadays,"” Rae told her motier. Ye countered. tin t got used to the times, momma Ask your haberdasher to show you the Lots of ‘em, I bet.” don’t just sit and get a popular styles for Spring and Summer. And “They ain’t an awful lotta fellas in Sara- She's got to of Or while you’re there look at Monito Golfsox. toga,’’ Miss Mendell said regretfully. “Oh, “I never see you offer muc: In style, wear, and price—they're mighty I got plenty of boy friends, but nothing skovotz,’’ Mr. Mendel! put 1 attractive. serious. My folks would have a fit if there “Oh, him!”’ Rae groaned ss —— was.” ‘“‘What did this Eddie Kiernan ever do MOORHEAD KNITTING Cco., Inc. 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Continued from Page 170 in’ it with flowers,’’ Rae mut-

tered, though she was by no means insen- ble to the benefits extended by Mr. Monceskovotz. ‘Has this Eddie Kiernan any Mr. Mendell went on. ‘How do I know?” Rae inquired, but money? her tather nor ner motner was sk that, poppa? Mrs. Mendel! said. ‘“‘ He’s boarding wit!

the B ogar ‘He went there to accommodate me, be- cause they're ds of mine,” Rae assev- erated ‘s a saving fella. He’s very careful with his money.’ tae couldn't get away with that even. “With them clothes he wears?"’ Mrs. Men- aell questioned ‘I ain’t going to stay at this table if all you're gonta do is Jaw at me about

Rae almost sobbed. Mr. Mende had never seen his level- headed daughter so upset. ‘You ain't gonta do something foolish, Rae?” he pleaded with her. ‘Something that will set Leo Moncskovotz wild?” I ain't, poppa. But Mr. Moncskovotz ain’t even in town yet. I hould think you could let me have till the first of August anyway.”’ Until the first of August Mr. and Mrs. Mendell laid off the subject as much as it was humanly possilde for them todo. For- tunately with the beginning of August Ed- die’s work commenced and occupied a good deal of his time It didn’t take him long to realize the change in his status with Rae, nowever. ‘Say, what’s the idea?” her the first day she telephoned him twice he demanded of to change the place where she’d meet him to go to the pictures, ~ You didn’t used to act like this.” ‘It’s him being here,’’ Rae said. “I

gotta keep him smoothed down.” ‘I don’t see why.” “Oh, he’s helped momma and poppa out,

‘*Well, he’s their friend, ain’t he?”’ ‘But he’s still on their notes.” ‘And he’s holding that over you? That’s a sweet piece a work. I'd show him.” “Well, not exactly. He ain’t a bad old man, but I want to be careful, Eddie.” Joes that mean you don’t love me?” l “You know it don’t. I love you more

thar ything on eart anything. But I got t You ain't gonta ard for me, like a ? You understand, a He submitted to clandestine meetings and to being smug- k door evenings when Mr. tz came to the tront one unex-

regular hours in the tore when we can be sure he won't come pert around he once asked a little querulously. ‘Just when we eat,”’ Rae answered; ‘‘and ‘t even be sure of th: friend, Mr. Abrahams, that he’ll turn the store over to sometimes. We just gotta t. He’s gota The trouble was that merely keepir

oO rht didn’t suffice apparently. Mr. Mor ’ , ‘ar eae Mendells’ knowledge that he had any sus- picions about Eddie Kiernan, Mr. Moncs- kovotz began to show evidences of a cnange

n policy ‘Well, Rae, you going to m: me or not?’ he asked her sudder of the evening when Eddie had p out tne icK GOOr. ‘Or?! Mr. Moneskovotz,”’ Rae repli ‘I ain’t thought about marrying anybor

‘Say, you ain’t so young yet to talk that way,’ Mr. Moneskovotz told her. ‘Ain't \ wenty now? Rae was twenty-one and a half “It ain't ist a question of how old a girl ‘It’s whether she’s ready to Is, she Said. settle down, and all that.”

As Mr to Aaron? Y ‘How about them notes, been paying anything on them notes? Mr. and Mrs. Mendell, worried out their wits, thought of Eddie Kiernan, upon whon they settled as the author of their trouble Only when Rae was in the store did the have any comfort Friday nights h: 7 evenings In August. On the third Friday the month Mrs husband that he

plead the press of bu ness and ask Rae to give up her privilege = ‘You going to heip poppa this evening she inquired of her daughter when Rae ar

her father came home for dinner. Nope ‘“‘Aw, when poppa “‘] wish he was so hard worked Mr Moneskovotz would have to stay at the store like he is supposed to Fridays, but | het he won't I got a date.” Rae said s so hard worked! ‘You don’t need to say who with,” Mr Mendell said **Well, you don’t need to groan about Rae told her “The thing is that Irish boy ain’t got nothing,”’ Mrs. Mendell complained. *‘ He ain't got money, and he ain't got brains t« speak of.” ‘*Who said he ain't got brains “Why, it was your head got him out of trouble when you first met him.” ‘What fella wouldn't ‘a’ been rattled? ‘*Leo Moneskovotz wouldn't ’a’ Mr. Mendel] chimed in triumphantly. ‘‘He might ’a’ been fifty years ago,”” Rae ¢ 9 _ been,” averred ‘Now you know he ain’t so old!”” Mrs ** And he’s a handsome man for you Mendell cried. lotsa ways, and he could provide proper.” ‘Better than an Irish fe nothing better than cot rent out t

track “a “IT told you he makes better than that Ile saves money.” *““At the race track? There should be just one man makes money at the race track and saves it.”’ ‘Why, Leo Moneskovotz,”” Mr. Mende! boasted, ‘‘come here every summer for ter years and never went out to the track no more than I have.”’ secause there ain't no nickel bus out

Rae said. “Anyway, Leo Moncskovotz,”” Mrs Mendel] asseverated, ‘‘ain’t a fellow to be ashamed of, to sneak out the back door and meet on the back streets

‘So you throw that | Rae cried. “All right!" ‘All right what?” There was alarm in Mr. Mendell’s voice Rae didn’t answer him; she pushed past them and rushed up the stairs to her room Mr. and Mrs. Mendel] despondently, then Mrs k looked at each other Mendell went hack in the kitchen to finish dinner and Mr Mendell into the parlor to read his paper It happened that Eddie got away from the track early that day and, walking past the Mendell store, saw that Mr. Moncs kovotz was in charge and alone; so, know ing the coast to be clear, he rang the front doorbell of the Mendells’ house procedure with him of late Mrs. Mendell, answering the summons encountered him with an eye even , an unusual } mors wrathful than she would have presented at the kitchen door. ‘Rae ain't in this evening,’”’ she said, thinking that Rae wouldn’t believe he was h a fool as to go to the front and ring ‘She’s gone out with a fella.” Mrs. Mendell then started to shut t} door, } ut

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THE SATURDAY “It happened to be Sunday and no plumber could be found” : HE drain-pipe in the kitchen sink was so badly clogged that it was beginning to back up. . . I happened to have a can of Drano on hand and used it. My sink ran so freely I didn’t need a plumber. J always | he ‘happen’ to have Drano on hand now!”’ —So writes a Los Angeles woman —s eT TTT tT i f RANO, quickly dissolves grease, lint, soap-fat, hair, vegetable matter and other things that clog waste-pipes. It actu- ally scours the insides of drains and, in addition, you know, it heat-sterilizes them! Most women avoid the nuisance of sluggish waste water by using Drano regularly every week in every drain in the house—it can’t harm enamel, porcelain or plumbing. Always ‘‘happen’’ to have Drano on hand in your house! It dees other things, too Drano purifies and deodorizes garbage _ a It removes ” Cleans a grease - encrusted & pots and pans §@ cans. It cleans garage floors. hardened grime from iron pans and oven glass. It scours icebox outlets and opens choked downspouts. ssesahe of tnkeo - It ‘‘happens’’ to be on hand in millions cover utensil in a & dish-pan. Stir with Buy a can today at your gro- a spoon. Immer Or send 25c_ Ri: of homes. cery, drug or hardware store. for a full-sized container. THE DRACKETT CHEMICAL COMPANY Cincinnati, Ohi Nd Drano Cleans and Opens Drains 25¢ Oper tt D ° "anst 35¢ in Canada EVENING POST ‘“‘T had something to eat on my way up,” Eddie said. ‘*Then come on in the parlor,’’ Rae in- vited him, ‘“‘and when the time comes I'll get a bite, and then we can go out.” “Your poppa’s in the parlor now getting his rest,” Mrs. Mendell protested. ‘Well, if we can’t have the parlor I guess we better go up to my room.” It was an exceptionally hollow threat, but it was the occasion for a brawl which sounded like the street scene in Romeo and Juliet played with gusto ‘Ts that a thing anice girlsays? Poppa!” ““T don’t care. I gotta have some place.” “Poppa! Hear what Rae has said.” Mr. Mende'l emerged, and all three Mendells yelled at each other for a time, but finally Rae and Eddie had the parlor. “I’m about crazy,”” Rae said, ‘‘the way they been at me.” “We got to stop it, Rae, somehow. What are we gonta do?” “Wait till I’ve had some food. them.” Eddie couldn't resist taking a little ad- vantage of the state of her nerves. ‘‘Do you love me, Rae?” **You know I do.” She gave him a sad, passionate kiss. It was interrupted by Mrs. Mendell’s bang on the dinner gong. Rae disappeared into the dining room, but couldn’t have eaten much, I'll show she was back so soon. ‘Now we’re going to the movies,’ said; ‘‘and we ain’t going the back way.” “Right past the store :’’ Eddie asked. ‘““Maybe,”’ Rae replied. ‘“‘I feel like it.” Proudly, proudly they descended the steps and took the sidewalk; proudly they turned into the town’s main thoroughfare. It was Eddie who sighted Mr. Moncsko- votz in the distance. ‘‘There’s Monkey- face. Do you want him to see us?” Rae hesitated, so he pulled her into an alleyway. He didn’t want her regretting something she’d done when she was mad. Rae was grateful to him for having been wise. They speculated as to whether they’d been seen. They had been. Rae knew it the minute he got home. The tension there had been replaced by an atmosphere of profound tragedy. Mr. and Mrs. Mendell were sit- ting in the parlor, sweating over great palm- leaf fans which they held like symbols of futility. Mr. Mendell was in his shirt sleeves, Mrs. Mendell in a wrapper. ‘*He’s going to take the business from us, Rae,” Mrs. Mendell announced when she heard the screen behind her daughter. “On account of me?’ “He didn’t say nothing about you. He just said he was going to take over the business if we didn’t pay our notes by Mon- day.” “Oh, momma! He seen me and Eddie! Why did you have to go and make me mad?” ‘*You haven't got no business to get mad with your momma and poppa.” ‘Maybe if you was to go to him, Rae zi Mr. Mendell suggested brokenly. “TI can’t go to him,” Rae cried. ‘‘There ain’t but one argument I could put to him now why he shouldn’t make us pay.” ‘“Couldn’t you give him your promise, Rae? After all, it’s because of your opera- tion we're where we are now.” The real argument had begun. until four A.M. At the store in the morning Rae told her father she had to have her bob trimmed, went into the barber shop of John Colter, who was a friend of the Mendells and whose door was visible from their store, passed through his shop and out a back door, and then flew to the flat the Brogans had rented. Eddie, who came to answer the bell, al- most fell down the steps at the sight of her. ‘What's the matter, Rae?”’ “TI guess I gotta do it, Eddie.” “What?” ‘‘Marry that old Monkeyface. | They talked to me almost all night. If it hadn’t ’ she door close It lasted June 25, 1927 been for me being sick they could have paid up what they'd agreed to pay by now, and now they’re going to jose the business.” “What if they do? Kiddie asked. “‘What do you care?’ “Tt would kill them. You don’t know Jewish people. And maybe it ain’t so bad, Eddie. Momma was saying he’s awful old Ag “T thought she claimed he was still lead- ing the two-year-old class.” “No, but this time she admitted he was awful old, and if I married him maybe he’d die as soon as you and me could get married anyway, and then we'd have all that money too.”’ It was too much for Eddie's Irish his- trionicism. marry old Monkeyface?” “T wouldn’t. I wouldn't wanta.’ “But what are we gonta do?” *“*How much are those notes for?” “Twenty thousand dollars.” “Twenty thousand dollars!"’ Eddie ex- claimed. ‘‘Why, a man won twenty thou- sand dollars from my boss the other day and he never batted an eye. Why, that ain't nothing. The time’!] come when I'll get twenty thousand dollars for one case Why, I hold paper for a hundred thousand dollars every day in my own hands.” “But it ain’t yours, Eddie, and what’re we gonta do? I got to get back to the store, but I had to see you. What had we ought to do?’’ “ been thinking about something that might do it, lately,”’ Eddie told her. *‘ Now "ll get you out of it he demanded ’ don’t you worry. I somehow.” “You're just talking to make me feel good.” ““No, Lain’t.’”’ Eddie assured her. ‘‘ Hon- est Lain’t. Listen. Old Monkeyface keeps the store at lunchtimes, don’t he?” “Yes, from one o'clock till we get back You ain’t gonta shoot him, Eddie? Or something else wild?” ““No, I ain’t gonta shoot him. would I be calm like I e If I was, am? “Is your idea something to do with out at the race track?”’ Rae asked. **Maybe it is and maybe it ain’t. ter not tell you, Rae.”’ “Because I think at times you’re justi- fied in risking some money if you stand to win a lot. Is it some horse you know about? Maybe I could get hold of some money and make a bet too.” *“Don’t you be fool enough to think you can ever step in at the track and win when you need money, and you not knowing a hock from a gelding.”’ “*But you could tell me.’ ‘*All I’m gonta tell you is not to worry. Now will you mind me.” **You’re so sweet,’”’ Rae told him; then wrist watch. ‘‘I gotta go I bet- she looked at her back. Poppa’ll think I’ve got my head cut off.” ‘*Feel better?” “Yes, I do, but I don’t know why Good-by.”’ **Good-by.”’ They kissed each other brazenly on the unsheltered porch. “IT do love you aw ful, Eddie,’’ Rae said Then she hurried away through the hot August day. It was twenty minutes after one and Leo Moneskovotz was keeping store. He was a little slow about trusting the evidence of his eyes, but finally he had to admit that the jaunty individual who entered the shop was the young man he had seen with Rae Mende!l the night before, the young Irish feilow of whom his friend Mr. Abrahams had told him so much When Mr. Moneskovotz had himself that that was so he picked up his paper and pretended to read, hoping de- voutly that the young man had not come in intending to punch his head. “You waiting on customers here?”’ the young man inquired, after a lengthy in- satisfied spection of the show cases. Continued on Page 177

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(Continued from Page 174) “Uh-huh,” Mr. Moneskovotz replied, continuing his pretense of reading. ‘How about some service then?” “Oh, was you a customer?” ‘*What did you think I was —a stick-up man?” The question gave Mr. Moncsko votz an unpleasant sensation ‘I thought maybe you was looking the daughter of the man that’s been work- ing for me.”’ Mr. Moneskovotz felt justified in taking some liberties with the relationship vo'ved, in order to keep the young man in his place. “No,” Eddie explained airily, ‘1 come in now just because I knew she'd be out. Say, In- what’s the swellest ring you got in the store?” So! Mr. Moneskovotz thought. So! This was the way this young fellow took to let him know Rae Mendel! was lost to Leo Moncskovotz. The young fellow thought this was funny, perhaps. Well, maybe he, Leo, could fix it so it would not turn out so funny. ‘‘We got lotsa rings,’’ he **What kinda ring you want? Solitaire?’ ‘“*T guess so,”” Eddie said ‘You want real or imitation?” “T told you I wanted the swellest ring you got in the place.” ‘Lots of cheap sports will give an imi- tation,’”” Mr. Moneskovotz permitted him- self to remark. ‘‘It’s all a girl will expect from a certain type of fella.” ‘I ain't that type,’’ Eddie said briefly. ** Now let's see what you got.” Mr. Moiucskovotz extracted a glittering tray from a show case said. “These is good value,” he said. ‘Very handsome too.” * How much is the one worth tl the most? Mr. Moneskovotz picked out the ring with the was not very lurge, because the stock contained no large but it was abnormally thin, and so Also it was a it’s worth largest stone It stones, covered a good deal of space, little yellowish “Thisisa good value,”’ Mr. Moneskovot: said solemnly, though it was the first step in his own little joke. “How much?” ‘Two hundred-fifty.”’ It had been marked two hundred ind ten for two seasons now. If he could only sell it to the young fool before the others got back, it would go far toward reconciling him to the pangs of misprized love The young man looked taken aback, how- ever. “You said you wanted the best I got,” Mr. Moneskovotz responded to his expres- sion. “This is the best. I got lots of cheap rings, if a cheap ring is what you want. This is a ring, though, that appeals to everyone. It’s gota value. It’s a ring I'd be proud to see offerec to the daughter of a partner of mine.” ‘*Two hundred and fifty berries, though,” Eddie Kiernan said. He got out a check book and began fig- uring. Finally he said, “‘No. I guess not.”’ **What’s the matter?”’ Mr. Moneskovotz asked. “‘] thought you wanted a good ring?” ‘I ain’t got the money on me.” “Couldn't you cash a check, perhaps?” “Ye-es. Il ain't got the time, though.” “It don’t take long to cash a check.” ‘I'm going to the track and I got to get a haircut first. I tell you what: You hold the ring till I get back this afternoon. Maybe I better talk to the young lady about it.” Any such performance would be certain to spoil Mr. Moncskovotz’s joke. ‘You want I should take your check?” he asked casually. ‘*Would you be willing to do that? “Sure, I guess so. What was the name, now?” **Kiernan— Edward Kiernan. Miss Men- dell would tell you that I’m all right; only I wouldn’t want you to ask her. I want it for a surprise, you know.” It was the one, all right. had growing on Mr. The conviction been Moncskovotz THE SATURDAY that the young fellow had not come in to be fresh with him. He was now certain tha Rae had spoken as little to Mr him as she had to him of Mr made his joke less funny perhaps, but sti satisfactory. Kiernan of Kiernar It “Yes, I take your cne nN om ne et 1 Eddie wrote one for two hundred I fifty dollars on the College Bar ( Ss chester ** Much obliged,’’ Mr ‘Good day, Mr. Kiernan Miss Rae when she gets that ring He watched Eddie Moneskovotz said walk across the stree into John Colter’s His joke had succeeded Mr. Moneskovotz felt bet- ter about Rae Mendell’s marriage than he for him barber snop had dreamed it possible to feel or the subject. He called his friend Mr. Abrahams from next door to mind the store while he walked up to his bank and deposited the check to the store account. He'd just got back when Mr. Mendell returned from luncheon h?’’ Mr. Moncs- Ss funny you ‘*So Rae is engaged, he kovotz greeted him wouldn’t tell me yourself.” “Engaged! Are ** There Is use to lie to Aaron Her young fella was in here just now buying a ring. I hope you are glad with such a husband for her and your business gone. | hope you know where to turn now.” ‘**But, Leo, if it’s true, 1 didn’t know it You wouldn't hold that up against me.” the way down to do ad tne you crazy no me, Rae had stopped on an errand for her mother. She entere shop just then and they both turned on her ‘*What is this Leo tells me?” her father demanded “You are engaged and say nothing to momma and me ‘Congratulations to you, Rae,”” was all Mr. Moneskovotz cared to remart i hope you find you ain't making a mistake Engaged”? Rae echoed her father “Are you cracked? **Don't you let her fool you, Aaron,” M Monceskovotz advised ‘Sure she is en gaged. Why else would that Irish boy of hers come buying a ring in here , it’s you that’s cracked, is it rac “QO} said with relief. ‘‘ Eddie Kiernan buy a ring arn? Tall : in here rell me another **Don’t speak like that to Leo Monesko votz,”’ her father admonished her. “Edward Kiernan,’”” Mr. Moneskovotz said. ‘‘That’s the name. I just deposited a check he gave me for two hundred and fifty dollars on the College Bank of Syr chester.”’ “He give you a two-hundred-an - dollar check on his bank in Syrche ? “Well, what do you look like that for It’s good, ain’t it?”’ “It’s good if he gave it to you,”’ Rae re plied, ‘but what ring did y two hundred and fifty dollars?”’ *T was rearranging prices just before come in,’’ Mr. Moneskovotz said dry “and he was awful taken with that big stone in the white-gold setting.” “That ’ got jaundice?” “Yes. That’s a nice stone, ain't it? I thin, but it’s pi ked out.”’ ‘**And you sold him that sell him that, you old monkeyface one we've had two years that’ > Rae shriekes nice, and that’s what he ? You dared to Poppa, what can we do?” “Your poppa ain’t gonta do a lotta de- ciding in this now, I ¢g Mr Moneskovotz remarked ** Maybe he ain’t, but if he with store iess, to settle me, you hateful old You do a trick like that and I'll snatc} your eyes out.” *So?"’ Mr. Moncskovotz demanded o her gutturally. “So?” They glared at each other, hatred or each face ‘Rae!"’ Mr. Mendell cried. ‘‘Leo! Leo! Rae!” His agony was at least postponed. Some one entered the shop *There’s a customer,” R guess we can walt It was not a very impo Only John Colter, the barber. i EVENING POST 177 The png Ng Shave - the swan-song of whiskers / ERE, you bathroom baritones, is a blade to put new joy in your heart, new notes in your song, and new harmony in your shave!—A blade so keen that every whisker on your face, from high C at the hairline to low A on your Adam's apple, fades soothingly away. 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Palm Beach Cloth is shown in suits, separate trousers, knickers, tennis trousers and caps For men and boys. ifyourclothiercan- not supply you, we'll direct you. EVENING POST “What you want?’’ Mr. Moncskovotz and Mr. Mendel! demanded of him in uni- | son. “Say, I’m safe, lending a guy sixty dol- lars on this ring, ain’t I?”’ he asked. In his palm lay a thin, off-color diamond mounted in white gold. Properly to describe the scene in Men- dell’s jewelry shop would require one of Jove’s thunderbolts for a pen. *‘Borrow money on that! Borrow money! Quick! Thief! It’s a thief! Somebody get policeman! Thief!’ Mr. Moneskovotz cried all in one breath. Mr. Mendell said, “‘A thief stealing! So that was it, huh?’”’ “Oh, it couldn’t ’a from Rae. “Yes, it was!"’ the two shouted her down. “Thief! Thief! We got to stop him! We got to get a policeman! = ‘If it’s true Rae tried to stop them — “‘what you got to make a row for? You ain't lost nothing. Here’s the ring, and that check can’t ’a’ gone through.” “‘He’s a thief.” ‘Think we'd let a thief get away? They ran from the store together, re- united by a common cause. Rae seized John Colter’s arm. still in your place?”’ “Yeah, I guess so. lerin’ about?’ ‘They think didn’t take time across the street. Eddie was still in the barber’s chair. He was having his shoes shined. ““Eddie!”’ Rae cried. quick!”’ Eddie jumped. Rae?”’ ‘Mr. Colter took the ring over to them! Don’t wait to hear! Run! I’ll pay the boy. Run! There’s a back door.”’ ‘“But what’s happened?” “They’re getting a cop. Run! Eddie was out of the chair by ““G'by,”’ he said. He was almost at the rear door when Mr. Moncskovotz entered the front one with a policeman. ‘That's him! kovotz shrilled, citement. ‘‘Hey, you! Stop there!” bellowed. ‘‘Stick ’em up, quick!” Eddie stuck them up. ‘‘What the hell is the matter?”’ he brazening it out. “*T ain’t got it quite the officer admitted. you?” ‘He— giveme kovotz panted. Mendell now appeared in the door of the barber shop, also with a policeman. 3ad check!” he was in time to gasp. ‘*Bad check!’ Mr. Moncskovotz panted again. “ ho says it’s bad?” vedi 53 We say it’s bad. we ii D “*T guess you got to come with me,”’ the “You gonta make any been that,’’ came “Is he What’s all the hol- but she dashed ” Rae began, to finish. She Run “Run! ‘“‘What’s the matter, tnen. That’s him!’? Mr. Mones- quite soprano with ex- the policeman asked, straight myself,” “What is it now, !’’ Mr. Monces- bad check!’ Eddie asked. ” first officer said. trouble?” ‘Nope,’ Eddie answered with downcast eyes. Rae spoke, tearing the ‘‘Eddie, it wasn’t bad. Say it words from her throat wasn’t bad.”’ ‘‘T was counting on its Monday anyway.” ‘Yes, if some horse wasta win!”’ Mr. Mendell cried. ‘‘ You took that chance witt our money. That's stealing! That’s steal- in gi” being good by + ‘I guess we better put the bracelets en him to make sure,” the first officer con- sulted the second one. ‘‘No,”’ Rae cried, ‘don’t do that! don’t haveta do that.” You The steel clicked. ““Good-by, Rae,”’ ‘*Good by, Rae put her him. ‘I'll make it all right,’ she promised. ‘I'll get you out.” Eddie said gently. sweetheart.” arms around him and kissed June 25,1927 ‘Don’t do nothing foolis begged her. ‘Take him along,’”’ Mr. Mendell urged the officers of the law “Why do you let him hang around like that?’’ Mr. Moneskovotz demanded. They led him out into the sunlit street, his hands trussed. “A fine fella he turned out to be,’”’ Mr Moncskovotz gloated. Rae didn’t hear. ‘He ain’t even go hat!”’ she cried. She tried to get Eddie Kiernan’s hat and run after him with it, but her father restrained her. ‘““No, you don’t, Rae talk no more than they Now maybe you will listen to Now maybe you will know what momma and me meant ‘Don’t, poppa, if you don’t want me to hate you as long as I live!” him **Don’t say no more I love him. I love him People ain't gonta gotta talk now reason. Rae blazed a I don't care what he done. Eddie gave the check he thought he’d have the l | would only repeat that when he money in the bank before it went through He was committed to a cell and a wire was

sent to the College Bank of Syrchester, but it was Saturday afternoon and the College Bank of Sy rchester was closed. tae’s mother and father didn’t lock her in her room all Sunday, but they did wate} her like hawks. Nevertheless, Rae man aged to escape them once thro ign the bat room window and ran wildly down to the town hall, which was alse the jail ‘I want to see Mr. Kiernan,”’ she told a startled roomful of policemen “You got an order? “No, but I’ve “You'll have to git an ord judge.” Rae knew that. She ran out and around to the ba of the town hall where, high in the walls, one of thema got to see him.”’ there wouldnt be time tor there were barred windows. Eddie’s face wasn’t at any of them. Fortunately it wa a deserted part of tow: Eddie!’’ she called, loud in the Sunday Kiernan appeared at one of the w quiet. ‘‘Eddie Eddie’s face 7 aows. “Are you all right? They ain’t doing the third degree on you?” “Sure, they ain’t. I’m just shooting a game of craps.” “T’ve promised anything if they'll lk you off.”’ “Aw, Rae,’’ Eddie called down, ‘‘w you keep your shir ; lt was discouraging for a persor for the first time in her nized as a Norma Talmadge role. Really, Mr. Mendell was at that moment, he pounced on word, Rae, and I’] more satisfactory wher her ‘ ‘You say one more have you committed for crazy.’ Rae was dragged back to the parenta castle, trated the very food on the gloom had a logi ai Cause Mr " ncs where the atmosphere of gloom pene ti votz wasnt acting as, by every law Ol fiction, he should have acted. He was evin ing a pr “ofo ind

Rae to save her lover by tne sacrifice Of her heart and hand. Mr. Moneskovotz had liked the things Rae had said to him in the shop, and it seemed improbable that he would ever care a great deal for her agar When Mr. Mendell had said *‘ You a gonta call those notes on us now, are you,

Leo?” he had replied, ‘“*And why wouldn't I call them now ’ Because I saved you from a jailbird son-in-law?” Monday morning about ten o'clock Rae ind her father were in the shop when Mr Moneskovotz came in, a fre disgruntle- ment evident ¢ I oul nee “Is anything new gone ong, Le Mendell asked as ingratiating y as he Knew how ‘*No,”’ Mr. Moneskovotz snapped id Just thought you wa lookin’ kinda you know.” ‘I'm gonta call Moneskovotz sa (Continued on Page 181)

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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST June 25,1927 iSO LIGHT FROM UNDER A BUSHEL I N f ta & Pacit M ™ . Be ‘ a ~“ = N ) Dewy) 0) () kK S 4 through scores of patterns,eac h 1 x salt in a number of colorings. A C i Every sort of bleached, ra THOUGH human nature ts the same, dyed and printed fabric of cotton, worsted and no two humans are. Justa shade of varia- silk and rayon mixtures is made by Pacific Mills. tion in eyes, in hair, in coloring and you have his range offers to wholesalers of fabrics and me - ee A 2 : an individual. And each individual must have her manufacturers of garments, and through them to 1 tf ry > ' ' ] ' ] > ] ’ 1 ] own setting; her particular complement of color all users, materials in authentic color and de- | and design —this is the subtle art of being oneself. sign, suitable to all ty pes of under and outel , | ach line of Pacific fabrics ts planned in such wear for men and wome Nn, as We I] as for pur- \ } | H variety as to meet this need for individuality on poses of home decoration. the part of American women. ‘lo meet the demand Pacific fabrics ofter all the subtle variations for color, among worsted lines, for example, our that a woman hopes to find when she goes to the fannels otter forty shades. Distinctiveness in counters of her favorite store. Pacific Mills, \ \ design is secured in printed lines of wash goods 24 Thomas Street, New York City. \ ) * ,e ” . Cc Cc ) e) \ \ \ M t: Lawrence, M a am, S: 2..% 1, S. C., Dover, N. H \ 4 “ LD I M \ 1 } rEs3 t 7 : Y IE TY FI I >) FABRI r r1 I ) Y CTUsS 4 eq r P t \ - . i s \ : % . se | ” \ 4 ‘ \ / | , \ ! ~ ~ P \ é —_— ey mak c ~ s : . F ‘ A

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‘Continued from Page 178 Mr. Mendell wasn't even inte ‘You heard die?”’ she asked oan. Rae vyave a sted vreat yr re new Ihd- anything about “I’m through with that monkey busi- ness.”’ “They got word from the bank?” “Yes. The check was good. A wire of 1 t there from here the thing Saturday morning Pure jo flooded Rae’s soul. ‘* Then he’ yut!”? she cried ‘He’s all right! Where he I guess he ain’t gonta stay long in this wn after being marked like that for a Jail- ‘He’ n he'll come ‘Don’t you think it,”’ Rae replied 1iting to doll up, and the ITknow. I : ired off so eas) that door ibe Sure enough, Eddie did appear but he to 1 the chor in esnop loor very shortly, paia compara- ely little attention Rae’s shriek of He seemed more interested in rep Mr. Moncskovotz ig to “What you got the nerve to come back to my store for?”’ Mr. Moneskovotz roared at him Get outta my store. Do you hear? Get out! ‘Where else can | find you so easy?” asked, Maddie ‘What would vou want to find me for?”’ I got asummons to serve On you and on Mendell here.”’ ‘A summ(¢ Summons’?”’ ‘Did you think I was away with false in Mr gonta iet you get prisonment and persecu ’ You bet I l at just for love ain't. I got a claim against the pair of you tions like tl that’s good for thirty thousand dollars. You got a what?’ ‘I had nearly two daysa false ‘mprison- ment. If you don’t know what that is gonta mean to you I'd advise you just to call up your lawyer right now, because ou’ll have to do some pinching before you get it paid.” ‘You wouldn't do that Mr. Mendell ybbed, “to the father of the y rl you iove, ‘ that you ate so many meals off of?” f PM seat 4g pao 3 . 4 eae: ies ‘ ey eS a ei 5 nite set he ie Siggy ™ Speaker ps ‘*The Question of Disarmament, mittee on Toothpaste for Bulgarian School Children, Said Committee to Report its Findings Not Sooner Than January (st, 1957 THE SATURDAY how dort he reat he hddie “And asked ‘Trying to make her ma old Monkeyface there and r vading me oO jail Just away wit t Moneskovotz cried. “I so he can ge “But me? ain’t done nothing to your girl. Why would you sue me on a blackmail suit like that?’ ‘Because it’s you has got the mone V, for “Andr pushing ” Eddie answered i don’t know one thi nay be who Wa Rae's folks. I don't hold no grudge against them and I wouldn't hurt them if I did, but I can’t hurt them by suing for mone because they ain’t got none It’s il’n gonta get, Monkey face ‘I see my lawyer,”’ Mr. Moneskovotz said, In a voice dry with terror I let my awyer talk with you.’ ‘Glad to see him any time Nddie ar swered genially. ‘If we was to say it was all right about you and Rae,”’ Mr. Mendell asked me and momma _— could you let us out some- how? “Oh, if you was to say that "’ Eddie an- owz swered, ‘“‘and Mr. Moncskoy Was to say he'd show a little consid eration toyou about them notes of yours then I ain't saying You and Monkeydoodle talk it over. Me and Rae is going for a walk. How about it, Rae? When thev had left there was a long lence in the ‘Well, what do you ti ink, Leo?” Mendell asked at last. **¢ ‘Fix it up!” Mr. Mor claimed. ‘They ain't nothir If Aaron Mend ilm more jewelry store Mr an it up we ix otz € ain tready to pay! time when he as Mendell more now I give I it. I always give old Aaron time. He knows that ‘* Maybe we could get Mr. Mendell suggested mildly ‘All right. Moncs! have to pay no lawye mething sigr iy somet g ned, Sik We go pay a lawyer if you ot7 OV agreed rnomore,”’ Mr the ell boasted. ‘I got a lawyer in family now. We wait t . And now I got to call Momma will be tickled. WI was afraid of most was that Eddic 1 Eddie get ip momma at momma ‘tso Was! awful smart Sah ae — - eS —— eens | hoove @)) i Therefore, is Referred to the Com EVENING POST \ Tropical Products Few He Paints Out the Losses —Paints in the Profits Che profits lost through needless depreciation ELAS The uni ter IKOT rsal or paint B. & PL INTERIOR eth: sem tals a ccenaghs ; ENAMEL of plant and equipment these can be saved in Withstands unusua your business. It is merely the question of the wear and dampness right paint. 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THE SATURDAY EVENING POST CREDIT (Continued from Page 16 ‘ PB) Conservative Styles ay Special lasts for the man who prefers a certain conservative shape permanently. Quality materials . refined appear- GEICES 6 0 0's assured comfort in every palr. The CHESTER Style S-154 Most Styles TO ~ The FLORSHEIM SHOE | For the Man Who Cares | Manufactured by THE FLORSHEIM SHOE COMPANY Chi ago banks there and out were bitterly denouncing him $7,000,000 of gold in exchange for legal- tender notes. With that help he was able to turn the Treasury over to kis Demo- cratic March 4, with $100,982,410 of gold on hand. Though no particular sum was fixed by law, common opinion, in the Treasury and out, had settled upon $100,000,000 of gold as the safe minimum. There were good reasons, besides doubt as to the value of an American dollar, why panic overwhelmed the Stock Exchange soon after. There had been reckless specu lation and wildcat financing. There had been lying and swindling in high quarters. At this time, when foreign investors were dubious about the bales of American se- curities which they still held, and when their confidence would have been priceless, it came out that one big railroad—then in receivership—had falsified its income ac- count, and that another—also insolvent — had lost a lot of money through the man- agement’s stock-market speculations. Of course the individual culprits should have been put in jail; but instead of that, dis- credit attached to everything American. Some Americans had acted in bad faith; all suffered for it. Panic in New York spread to the West and South, where there had been plenty of reckless speculation in land and other things. There panic took the crude form of runs on banks. Five hundred and sixty- two of them, mostly in the West and South, failed. To meet runs, banks in the West and South drew on New York, and the New York banks practically confessed in- solvency by ceasing to pay their debts and resorting to a nonlegal currency Clearing House certificates. Real currency rose to a premium of 4 per cent. Naturally successor on 1893, 1) Calle a a ee bt bad, considering that The Curtis Publishing Company 914 Independence ‘‘How do you like the way my subscrip- I eo nd 7, ( tion orders are coming in to you? ; er 4 terday I secured 16 subscriptions automobiles at the same time two work together splendidly.'’ l. Grant DeK. Pritchard Just Clip — the Coupon $2.50 for Each Spare Hour Mr Grant Dek. Pritchard of New B | seN | tomobiles al day ut ‘ Sat i tt tl evenings he h many t Ss ave! $7.50 ' t t other work. Not bad te har ‘i t Phat story, It orief t n of th r ; wl ( h bu ! i t WW 1 act as ¢ par ib ¢ n re] itive ty The ¥ ‘ ‘ry Yes- . * f 20t there ¢ , Not ! man. Bu ere are othe I'm selling re ns just 2 ittractis The You need no previous experi- ence to succeed. You do not need one penny of capital. w Profits from the very start. P= You work just when it suits hoarding of it became common. Of course panic much increased the diffi- culties of the Treasury. For one item, it decidedly reduced government revenue. Cleveland's Secretary of the Treasury fol- lowed his Republican predecessor in ap- pealing to the banks of New York to give up gold in exchange for legal-tender notes; and the banks did, with wry faces, yield $25,000,000 of the metal. All the same, 1894, the gold reserve was by January, down to $68,000,000, and aside from that fund there was barely $12,000,000 cash on hand. For such a concern as the United States Treasury, that is nearly the same thing as busted. In exigent situation Secre- tary Carlisle, under authority conferred by the Resumption Act, invited bids for $50,- 000,000 of ten-year government bonds, to tnat be paid for in gold coin. In Contrast With War Bonds Naturally this move infuriated the pow erful inflationist parties in Congress. Secre- tary Carlisle proposed to maintain the credit of the United States, which was the very last thing the inflationists wanted They were determined to force the nation off a 100-cent basis and onto a sixty basis. The mere name ‘“‘gold”’ gave them fits. Th Af showered both houses of Con- gress with bills and resolutions to forbid cent which inflationists in Congress to give June 25,1927 more appealed to. the t The ‘ sponded by formir ile at 1 scribing to more than SO per cent of the bond issue \ the bids received, outside of this syndicate ed to le $10,000,000 Contr t with W War bond subs ptions and ye ye t ( of the state of the count: ind the cor tion of national credit Subscribers paid the ated ; the Treasury but at the same mie m half that amount of Was W iraw from the Treasu bY pre tation of le tender notes so immediate é ‘ bond transaction was completed the yold reserve stood at or S107 OOO 000, and the disastrous old questior ican dollar was yvoing to t as open as ever The Tr noted, was tender notes in gold, such for Congress, constantly notes outstanding « moved by on the currency, had er notes, once redeemed ir t destroyed, but ‘‘reissue again and kept in circu the endless chain for sco the complained. Treasury of which Pres Ame! remained What al r t 1 } asury tw t re am unt ol d not diminisl Exhausting the Treasury Vein Foreigr nvestor were ne muct nr pressed by the circumstances f the yond issue. Sales of America ecuritic tinued In the gs} g, gold was go across the Atlantic ntit nd b end of the summer the Treasury reserve was down to $52,000,000 Avain the New York banks were be ight to ¢g e up some of their meager gold rese ( exchanges legal-tender note Avalr ‘ elds Sey millior TI Secretary ( offered another $50,000,000 lt to be paid for n gold col were taken mainly by) ink : i which duly paid ! t id \ again the endless a ed the gold « of the Treasury a me ir Ihe first loan | Ist ed ( 1 resé ‘ a few months; the se 1 one for o few weeks. Silver was unde er to the dollar It was a race, and t seemed that the Treast was hound to lose. Of course the more probable that seemed, the harder the run on gold By February, 1895. the gold reserve was down to $41,000,000, and falling so fast that the Ass i Ire ire t t 1 W: yton he co ld ontinue paymer more ! r nou In tl i 1 did nis country a i ai il yer Is ft ¢ ’ ‘ Ly ed State Was shaken. Foreign inve vere ead running on the cor s t} American securities, just a htened de positors run on a bar I} 1 lack confidence at home nvoived in on the Treasury gold. Unless confidence could be restored, the old business « t rowlt gold on a bond issue only to have it dr ned out of the Treasury again in a few weel would get nowhere Preside Cleveland Square your Convenience. the issue of the bonds, to prohibit payment called in J. P. Morgan, and and Mail setae i ORES Renn of interest on them if they should be issued, the Rothschilds, organized a powerfu } } Today! locality. and so on. banking syndicate both here ar J abroad t Bidders for the bonds were required t rhe syndicate agreed to take $62,000,000 Phat 2 : t pay in 100-cent gold dollars. There was bonds on a 3.76 per cent interest basis, pay : ] he next step ts up to no telling whether they would not be ing for them in gold, at least one-half of you—which is the reason for the paid back in sixty-cent silver dollars—dol- which was to be imported from Europe : n. Upon its: pt, we will | lars that were constantly falling in value More important, the syndicate members pr ptly send you all the rest of and there was a strong party in both agreed, ‘as 11es eir power, to pro t | ing detail i there Is houses threatening to repudiate the bonds tect the Treasury of the ted States ! tt t to start than altogether. against withar 1”’ for the life of No wonder bidding was slow. When the the contract, or six months. / time was nearly up it became evident that The syndicate made an alternate proposal now e the bond issue was going to fail. Mr. Car I at p f bor lisle, swallowing his statesmanly scruples, only 3 pe t erest, provided — went personally to New York and once Continued on Page 184;

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D rat fo "7 Saturday I 3 Post TI ‘ i too oe if >I js re \ TT, tro des & he! 1 WCCRK a Powe = y, / Cash in Spare Time Orie CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY 826 Independence Square, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Please me how EVENING POST (Continued from Page 182 Congress would make those bonds payable in gold instead of in ‘‘coin.”’ Nothing in his whole career better illustrates the essential innocence of Grover Cleveland’s character than that, in all good faith, he laid this alternate proposal before Congress and ap- pealed for an act to make the bonds pay- able in gold, thereby saving the Treasury many millions in interest. Needless to say, Congress met this request with cries of ber serk rage. The President was determined to pay the nation’s creditors in the 100-cent dollars which good faith required. The inflationists, now a majority in Congress, were equally determined to pay them in forty-nine-cent silver dollars. By this new move, the President might win; hence much wrath in Congress. Also the President asked Con- gress to authorize a bond specifically pay- able in gold—merely because such a bond could be sold at 3 per cent against 3.75 per cent for a bond payable in ‘‘coin”’ and they loathed the name ‘‘gold”’; hence more wrath. But worst of all, the Presi- dent, in his determination to save the country’s credit, had turned to the only man, probably, in the United States who had sufficient financial prestige both at home and abroad to do the jop for him. And that man was Morgan! To pious in- flationists, making a contract of any sort with Morgan was just what making a con- tract with the devil is to pious churchmen. Students of American politics who have a sense of humor will be rewarded by turning back to the files of those days. Europe was selling Americans and we were running in debt to her on current daily It cost something to ship gold the balance. from New York to London to settle balance—ocean freight, insurance, loss of interest on the money in transit, abrasion of the coin or bars. If a man could buy, in New York, a draft on London for less than it cost him to ship the gold, he would take the draft. In brief, the Morgan- Rothschild syndicate, using its strong for- eign credit, proposed to supply drafts on Europe so that it would not be necessary to ship gold. That would stop the great drain on the Treasury’s gold reserve. But the syndicate’s resources of credit, after all, were limited. They bound them- selves only ‘‘as far as lies in their power.” If the run continued unabated they would have to give up. Without doubt they reck- oned on their prestige. Essentially it was the case of a run on the local bank when a number of citizens in whom the com- munity has confidence say to frightened depositors, ‘‘This bank is sound. You will not lose your money. We are advancing it $62,000,000." That turned the trick. By midspring, Europeans, on the whole, had not only stopped selling Americans but were buying heavily. America’s Chief Product Not that we were yet out of the woods. Sad to relate, this rapid reversal of Euro- pean sentiment in our favor, and the syndi- cate’s success in protecting Treasury gold so infected our buoyant American spirit that we presently boosted both stocks and wheat to a point where Europeans would not buy them. Indeed, we had a long dis- mal road yet to go before the Congress elected with Mr. McKinley in November, 1896, finally settled all doubt as to what an American dollar was by declaring that it was a gold dollar, at the same time setting aside a gold fund of $150,000,000 specifi- cally to redeem legal-tender notes and im- pound them in the Treasury, under certain conditions, to stop the endless chain. But the destruction of credit which began in the latter part of 1892 brought on an in dustrial paralysis that lasted four dreary years, with idle mills, bread lines in cities, Coxey’s army of the unemployed marching on Washington, riotous strikes and other damages that made life harder for millions of American families. Secure and confident in the credit of the United States, enjoying a prosperity that June 25,1927 is founded upon it, we may do well to glance back at a very different situation only a generation ago. For the chief product of the United States today is mentioned in the Census of Manufactures. It The extent to which we trust and live contidently on one another's prom ises is a more significant thing than our output of automobiles or our building opera- tions. It is astrictly modern thing, and, on this scale, a distinctively American thing Probably there is ten times as much credit outstanding in the United States as there was in 1900; three or four times as much as ten years ago. If you look up the not s credit one another figures that used to be called indices of business activity the output of iron and steel, tons of freight moved by rail, pro duction of coal, exports and imports —you will find that none of them nearly as much as the output of credit has In any business forecast, credit gets first consideration, for a fault there is pretty sure to affect everything else. How to keep credit good is a question of the first impor- tance. We quite literally live on promises. If the promise turns out bad our living will certainly be scamped. That is no figure of speech. As it happens, I have been residing in a community where, owing to riotous has increased speculation in real estate, a great many bad promises were put forth. The most surprising thing about it is that almost everybody I know in the community, even those who had nothing directly to do with the speculation, is caught in the web and actually living less easily because of it. The bad promises, like insect powder mixed in good flour, spread through the whole cake. Paying With Promises Bad promises usually do, for credit is a cake—not a multitude of little strictly separate items, but a compound. It fol lows that nothing else is more than not to make promises that cannot be kept good. To make a bad promise is to utter a forgery on the commonwealth bank Politics is in repute because people know how ready it is to make promises whether they can be kept or not. Of course it is impossible to say exactly mportant low how much credit is outstanding at any time But the biggest and most important item is bank deposits. Nowadays, in the United States, whatever your rating in Dun and Bradstreet, or whether you have any su rating, your first reliance for meeting ex penses and obligations is what cash in more counts than families. Nearly everybody The latest report of the Controller that on bank amounted you call bank. There are bank ac- has one. of the Currency shows 1926, everybody’s cash in to $48,882,296,000 June 30, That does not include the deposits of one bank in another bank —or deposits in the Federal Reserve Banks banks, taken together, ual and corporate depositors universally trust but only what the owed their individ- Nowhere their every body else do people so money to a bank —and expect with whom they deal to take their check without question, which, ing, everybody does Of course a bank check is not real money The only real, hard, ultimate money is gold. With gold you don’t have to rely on any- body's promise, because the metal in a ten dollar gold piece is worth practically ten dollars. You can melt the gold piece, sell the metal to a jeweler and get your value whether promises are kept or not. So in in- ternational transactions when promise — will the account is settled by a shipment of gold. That is the n itself generally speak- credit a not answer, only money that is good On June thirtieth last, when the banks owed depositors nearly $50,.000,000,000, they held $40,711,000 of gold—of real money, intrinsically worth the amount stated whether promises were kept or not one-tenth of 1 per The other 99.9 per That came to less than cent of their deposits cent upon which they relied to pay de- 1) positors consisted finally of promises of one sort or another. Some were promises of the

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United States Treasury to redeem certain pieces of paper, called gold certificates, in gold coin if required to do so. Some were promises of the Federal Reserve Banks me were promises of states and cities ir municipal bonds. But much the biggest tem, amounting to $36,233,490,000, con

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porations in the form of 1 of hand The banks owe everybody $50,000,000, 000, Everybody, individually or colle tively owes the banks $50,000,000,000 istained by good faith and confidence, that huge equilibrium carries the whole 1 of the exchange of good and services hy which we live. It not only moves Kar uur to Massachusetts and Massa chusetts shoes to Kansas but brings the gas © your kitchen stove nd man t , anda i o trim he hedge—whom you } either witn a

check or out of the proceeds of a check that

vou have just cashed. One puff of thor oughgoing Bolshevist repudiation would blow the whole thing away. le as residuum only of gold and silver cou All the rest is a product of good faith 1 to do it if we were to prosper

The man who eats his own wheat and makes his own shoes isn’t obliged to trust anybody or to ask anyone to trust him But if wheat and shoes move 1000 miles to be consumed six months after they are pro- ced redit is necessary as raliroads nd warehouses. Instead of gold, the pre luce must tuke piece 7 paper a pron ‘ We} t " il m with a oLner ( enormou ock Of gold but t a ction that were ettied by t n New York or Janua ' had been settled by the payment of ‘ ha he total stock of gold ir would have been required to do t Gore tidy pu ness nm one { ty eT ve keep aimost all the gold locked uy} }reasury Vaults and use paper promises Mar hecks for double the wealth of the ted States are ssued in this country year pieces of paper that would pay ts of ail the countries in «world many times over. Once in awhile

if ssue some checr that are not and that is so extraordin: that the newspapers make a news item of it ust as hey do when of all the millions of people ross streets eve day one is run over i iutomobile Nowadays you not \ etic ‘4 ‘ ‘ > t and i | ( taxes | writir checks but p aie it a distance that v ind mee ir income tax by mailing Unele Say Ir personal uncertified check on the The Nation:-Wide Pool When the banks in New York for ex ! sort out ali their checks through the (ljearing House, Bank A will owe Bank B ertain balance Formerly these Clear House balances were se ttled among the by pavments in real money gold But since the Federal Reserve svstem came that crudity has been done away Wit! Now, after all the pieces of paper have gone through the Clearing House, each one be ng credited to the bank that turned it in nd charged to the bank upon which it is iwn, the net balances are settled by other pieces of paper representing credits the boo f the rve Banks

hus, on the average, wealth amounting to $1,000,000,000 every banking day changes wnership in New York alone by simply nding around slips of paper promises, ind withou the use of a dollar in real Your First National Bank, on the corner Main and Lincoln Streets, looks as lecal otticers and the town waterworks. Naturally, you

rectors and stoc} ve in the towr Its depositors are hbors. But in fact it is a sluice Into a nation-wide por 1 of credit. You step in and deposit $100. Im- mediately about h the money runs Into

the pool—far and away from the town.

Some of it goes immediate t he Fe Rese e Bank of that district rn ('le ind or Atlanta, Minneapol r K City Some more goes to other cent ty banks with which your First Nationa keeps accounts for exchange and reserve purposes. Some goes into United State bonds, but about twice a h goe t other bonds that the First onal hold for investment. Taking in the lump wl the controller calls country bant i cent of their loans and discount ire sé cured by stocks and bonds as collatera Some of those stock-and-bond loans n be made at home. Pro ily most of ther ure made away from home. If all sto« and-bond loans are nonlocal, quite ha ountry bank’s money goes out of towr oes n fact, pretty nearly everywhere But while half the money that goes inte the bank runs out of town, outside mone s running into town. The bond issue to pay for the local waterworks is sold in New York. An Eastern life-insu makes a loan on the new office build

ince company

Farmers in the neighborhood are borrow ng distant money through the Federal Land Bank. The sluice into the credit pool works both ways If the First Nationa needs money ina hurry, beyond the amount

of cash on hand, it ships a bale of its loca promissory notes to the Federal Reserve Bank of its district for rediscount and get urrency by return Ma Scrambled Ownership If the First National were a strictly loca concern, standing absolutely by itself [ike the town waterworks, it would probably feel obliged to keep 20 per cent of its de posits in its vault in cash, for a tot ol depositors might some day take a notion t demand their money That money ault, for all ordinary purpose would be dead and buried, inert cash lying uselessly n a steel box, waiting for a crisis tha might never happen. But with a sluice into the credit pool, country national banks taken together, keep only » 5 per cent ol their deposits On hand in cash in vault The difference between that and 20 pe cent, for country national banks alone amounts to $1,500,000,000 that 3; now nstead of lying dead in vaults. All ti nant n the United States carr or per cent of their deposits or hand ir “a The difference between that and 20 pe ent amounts to $8,750,000,000 We have come to rel SO greativ on credit

n various forms that hardly anyboay | property that Is strictly | Vy more Suc! nformation as the ¢ Burea ves indicates that c¢ t more tha half the farms of the are tree fror mortgage. In most ¢ dividual s outright i strict aenned piece belongs exclusively to one m: ()n the basis of the census figures we m er tentatively put the \ lt 1 suct dividually owned farms at $30,000,000,000 No doubt another $ SO. 000 000 000 or more t ot urban real estate nomes, store bulldi

n smaller towns, and so forth Ss unde exclusive individual ownership; one mar

owns outright one definite piece ot prop erty But that is far from being the rule Most of the wealth of the United State estimated by the Census Bureau at $320 $04,000,000 in 1922, is much scrambled a to ownership. 4 man owns mortgages bonds, shares of stock, equities That is, | along with others certain indivis ble interest in a but he cannot it his part out piece and say, | ‘Forty yards bel olutely to me.” He is only a partner, a co

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Oftener than not he wants to put it not only out of his hands but far out of his sight —investing it in bonds or stock of a company hundreds of miles away, whose physical property he never saw and about which, in strict whatever except investment never expects to see; fact, he knows nothing what he has read or what the banker tells him. He relies completely on good faith. He couldn’t swear there is any such company or any such plant; but having turned his money over to it, he feels perfectly con- tented. Every day millions of dollars are invested in concerns that the investors never saw and know nothing about except by hearsay. A banker in Indiana tells you that this piece of paper is a good bond issued by some steel mills in Pennsyl- vania—mills that he himself never saw and knows nothing about except by hearsay. You take that piece of paper and in ex- change therefor write him another piece of paper which you say will be redeemed on demand by a bank in Chicago. Both par- ties are perfectly satisfied with this swap of paper promises. We are so used to this universal reliance upon credit that we take it as a matter of course, as though it were as natural as water running downhill. But in fact it is a modern invention. Turning back a few pages you come to a quite different situa- tion, when men buried their money, and to borrow away from home even a king must go to the pawnshop just as the creditless elements of the population do now. For example, Edward III, by Grace of God King of England, and so forth, victor at the Battle of Crécy, conqueror of good part of France, founder of the Order of the Gar- ter, cuts an imposing figure on the histori- cal page. By Froissart’s account, his court was the most splendid in Europe. But to secure payment of a sum which an Amer- ican corporation would consider small change, Edward not only pawned the royal jewels and the royal crown but tried to pawn the Archbishop of Canterbury. Kings, Bishops and Pawns In those merrie and knightly days the crown of England knew the way to the pawnshop as a cow knows the way home. Having borrowed what he could elsewhere, Edward got a loan from the merchants of Louvain, which city Germany recalled to the attention of Americans by shooting up World War. Stratford, Arch- early in the indorsed the note, bishop of Canterbury, as we would say. There seems to have beer some difficulty about a renewal and the Louvain merchants demanded that the archbishop be sent over there and put bod- ily ‘aulty chronicles of the time neglect whether they proposed to issue a green ticket for him. Edward, who did not much care for his archbishop by that time, honorably under- took to deliver the pledge; but His Grace took sanctuary in his cathedral and refused in hock. F to say to budge Probably the fact that Edward’s friend, the Earl of Derby, was then languishing in Flanders, in hock for the king’s debts, in- creased the archbishop’s reluctance to leave home. And Edward himself complained with kingly indignation that his creditors in Brussels had practically pinched him the last time he was in town. This vulgar suspicion of the chivalrous monarch was quite justified too. Edward III was one of many glittering kings who did not pay their debts. Some Florentines who trusted him too far were rewarded with bankruptcy. London merchants com- plained that Lombard bankers, being un- able to collect what was due them, left the country without paying their own debts. Any mere piece of paper was a most uncer- tain asset. Nobody felt very secure of any- thing. The little world of England—or the June 25, 1927 larger world of Europe, for that matter— bristled with suspicions and hostilities Somewhat before that an Englishman traveling on foot outside his own parish was required to keep on the main highway asa sign that his intentions were honorable But although the law required that brush be cut down for ten feet on each side of the road in order to give honest travelers some thing like an even break with lurking rob bers, no highway could have afforded much comfort to a nervous man. “Foreigner meant anybody who lived outside the neighborhood and was applied to an Eng- lishman living twenty miles away as much as toa Turk. All “f were cially suspect. But the tight self-sustaining little agri cultural communities, whose worlds hardly extended beyond the horizons they could see from the church roof, needed salt from the south coast, as people lived un salted meat five months of the year, and iron from Spain. The sheep became afflicted with scab, for which tar, imported from Norway, was the sovereign remedy. A little later millstones from France, superior to most native sorts, began to dribble in The gentlefolk in the manor house had a taste for French wines, spices from the East Indies, silk from China. The farm villages produced small surpluses of wool and leather that could be sold abroad. Down in Corn- wall there was raw tin for export. Slowly, oreigners”’ espe then, trade grew, and in exactiy the same proportion people began to have rather more confidence in one another. First and last, trade was what did it. Interest in Earnest It was slow and under discouraging handicaps, for trade was not esteemed. Great churchmen had long debated whether trade was justifiable in a Christian state quoting Tertullian, who had said, “‘ If covet- there is no reason for gain; and if there is no reason for gain, there is no reason for trade.’’ And cov- etousness, of course, was forbidden by the Tenth Commandment. Saint Jerome had argued that if a trader received more for his goods than he paid for them, his gain must be another’s loss, so it was a dubious occupation for a Christian. The trader's profit was often compared to usury, which then meant the taking of any interest what- ever for a loan and was forbidden by the ousness is removed, church. That was not so unreasonable as it sounds now, for men borrowed-—not as nowadays, because they can use the money profitably-—-but only to relieve pressing necessity; and with little capital and doubtful security, interest rates were shock instance of a to repair an unearthed an pounds ing. Carlyle loan of twenty-seven abbey. Ina few years, by the simple oper ition Of compounding interest, the debt amounted to £400. Jewish tenders were restricted by law to an interest rate of only 4:33 per cent a year. The Jews became licensed money lenders kings and great nobles were often desper- ately hard up for cash, which inclined them to look more indulgently on traders, who were almost the only people besides the Jews who had any loose cash. Edward III, along with his borrowings, gradually re- moved restrictions upon foreign merchants sojourning in England, by allowing them to remain in the country more than forty days, and finally even to sell goods at nearly everywhere the Fortunately the as retail. When his father had attempted a similar liberality, jealous London merchants got up a series of riots in which the houses of foreign merchants were sacked. If kings had not so often been stony broke, there is no telling what would have become of trade or liberty. It was the slow growth of trade that got people little by little into the way of trust- ing one another somewhat, and has got us into the way of trusting one another to an that would have astonished our (Continued on Page 190) extent

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Only a feu week pays for running giving cents a health- water shall From... ow well, cistern stream to this I intet FO v0 sink bathroom bern, fire faucet, trough, ete from this outlet lakeor Big-capacity home water system at this new low price AIRBANKS-MORSE announces an outstanding triumph in home ; comfort equipment! A new big-capacity home electric water sys- tem that is the last word in modern design—yet offered at the new low price shown above. Now it is possible for every home to have running water under pressure. The new Fairbanks-Morse Home Elec- tric Water System brings the faucet handle within every- ne’s reach—makes it possible to have water under pres- sure wherever it is wanted. Easy to buy $20 down—$5 per month Under the Fairbanks-Morse Finance Plan you can buy this plant for a first payment of oniy twenty dollars—the balance paid at the rate of only five dollars a month. Your dealer will gladly give you details. Or write us. de Big capacity—210 gallons per hour This new water system gives faucet service throughout house, in garage or barn, and wherever else water under pressure is desired. It is entirely automatic. It oper- ates so dependably and with so little need of attention, that once installed you can forget it—just draw water at will from any faucet. Note the trim, modern design—the completely enclosed ind fully protected working parts—the beautiful finish in delft blue automobile lacquer. In this plant you find time-tried Fairbanks-Morse water system features brought to an even higher plane of perfection. You will wonder that this quality can be put into a water system offered at a price so low. Yet—this is possible because of F-M roduction and the many years’ experience gained y water systems, ranging all the way to large plants. This extra value is the dividend Fair banks-Morse manufacturing methods pay you—a divi quality and better design—at less cost et hig he Write for special circular and FREE book Ask rmation on this new water system. Fill in the ipon below and receive a free copy of the interest book te how you can have running water under n your home. Act now. Send the « FAIRBANKS, MORSE & CO. Manufacturers Chicago, .). oA Branches and ser stations covering every state in the Union FAIRBANKS-MORSE Home Water Systems _ - , Ei Fairbanks Morse : x - id gre” o i pewun tiers | | | | yUupon today. No other electric water system offers all l ( 5) J > Ww these features: FAIRBANKS, MORSE & CO, Dept. L-6, 900 S. Wabash Ave. Chi ago, U.S. A. | | | SATURDAY EVENING POST Index of Advertisers June 25, 1927 \jax Rubber Company, In 4 \llen-A Company, The 114 American Chain Company American Floor Surfacing Ma ( Company, The 159 rf s ( American Laundry Mac cry ¢ pany, The 13 Ma | American Safety Razor Corp 177 Ma : \merican Sales Book Compa 175 M ji Arch Preserver Shoe 169 Ma | Atlanta, City of 168 Marmon M : Ma I & | Barber Asphalt Company, ‘1 139 Ve nO | Bassick Manufacturing Co., The 41 Miller R ( Believers in Jacl sonvillt 135i NIonat Co Bell & Howell Company O4 Moorhead K Bennett Pumps Corp 135 Mur \ ( Bird & Son, in 155 Black & Decker 164 Nation Bs 3 Bohn Aluminum & Brass Cor} 126 Nat ul Car ( Bright Star Battery Co 12s Nat il ¢ Buick Motor Company 15 a \ I I electric Products ¢ 15 Nat il | ( . Ni Jer 7 ( Cadillac Motor Car Co 33 \ - Ml Campbe | Soup Compat \ +1 Sie | Celotex Company, The 39 Chandler-Cleveland Motors Corp 119 Oakland M ( Chase & Co., L. C 67 Ocean Bat . Cheek-Neal Coffee Compan YI Olds Motor W Chrysler Sales Corporatior 116, 117 Orange Cr ( Clark & Co., Inc., W. G 185 Cloverleaf Mfg. ¢ 1X6 Pa M Collins & Aikman Company 77a M ( Congoleum- Nairn Inc 38 Pa Ka ( Continental Motors Corporation. 162, 163 Pe am-l Continental Tobacco Co. In 159 Perfect ¢ { Cream of Wheat Co I Cover Pinaud Incorp Pioneer R \l [i taphone sak Corp 166 Pit yu \\ i Drackett ( en il ( ympal The 174 Pla Nut & ( Du Pont de Nem s& Co., Inc., FE. 1. 80 Pompeian La Edison Ele Ap] e ( I 123 Postum Cor kd 1 Lamp Wor +] Pratt & La Electric Vacuum Cleaner Co., In 146 Pro s Es Elliott A n vy Ma ine lo 159 oO -O , Evans & ¢ Victor J 165 =~ Ou . ) Morse & Co — | lire Company, Inc., The 107 I \ | n Company, 1 g3 Reo M ( I Shoe ( | 4) Ke l I ( var The M7 K & S \ k R B | (; ‘ () el pr t ( ) 156 | | Gen l & Rubber ¢ 7. ( Germa Simon ( 4 “+ dag ( It, | 14 (; r ( | HH. ¢ 118 S & ¢ (; Medal ¢ | \M ( 105 \ ( | G ill W ted Co s ( | (; l & R ( I \\ The ] ( Great Nor Hot ( . ( Ha n br Scale Co 154 Har N I k ¢ 176 “ Hart Schaffner & Mar oo" Hillerich & Bradsby Co., 1 ) H Manufacturing Co., 1 ai Holepr Hosiery ¢ l | ( I] id ‘Ta r ( I It | \"\ «) Il n Motor Car ¢ | O61 | ( ] Wa Co., I 1 y Jant ( Ki NI ) | | Jol Ma Cor I { Jol ma& > ». | Mt { ( | Motor ( 183 Jol Company, R \ 102 = N Oil ( 7 \ & Karpen & B » 1 \ | | K tor ( p itor t Kit ( i Ww. W 1 \ () I Kl ne k er Co., I 165 VW | While every precaution is taken to insure accuracy, we canno of an occasional change oOTr Omission in the preparat o« 97 25, 1927

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The fact that they are used by more than 15,000 manufacturers of automobiles, auto- mobile accessories, machinery, tools, and electrical and mechanical devices of every description, is the best proof that these Screws reduce costs, speed up production and make better assemblies. Can be furnished requiremer PARKER- KALON CORPORATION 350 West 13th Street New York in sizes to suit all Send for FREE Samples Try these remarkable Screws. Their econ- omy will amaze you. Tell us what you want to fasten and we will send you sam- ples for experiment together with full infor- mation, EVENING POST (Continued from Page 186) great-grandfathers. For trusting strangers is not natural. Even if the strangers are of the same race, speak the same tongue and are in much the same situation, to trust them goes against the natural grain. When American colo- nists found themselves engaged in a for- midable war with the French and Indians it was evident to them and to the British Government that they ought to have some means of acting in concert. French forts threatened New England and New York on the north and Pennsylvania on the west. The great Iroquois federation, allied France in the war, was not to be sneezed at as a military power; a year later it destroyed Braddock’s army. Prompted by England, delegates representing the New England colonies, New York, Penn- sylvania and Maryland met at Albany in 1754 and Benjamin Franklin proposed a plan for colonial union, mainly with refer- ence to the Indian crisis. ‘It would be very strange,” he said, ‘‘if six nations of ignorant savages could unite and white men could not.”’ All the same, every colony—including Massa- chusetts, which had been foremost in urging unity—rejected the proposal. Their whole history up to that point showed that they trusted one another hardly more than they trusted the French and the Indians. Disgusted by their jealousies, Franklin re- marked that they all cried out for union, but as soon as a definite plan was put before them, ‘‘their weak Noddles are June 25,1927 perfectly distracted.” Distractedly carry- ing on the war, New Hampshire refused to do more than send a few militiamen for the protection of her own borders. Connecti- cut cannily instructed her representatives that, whatever else they did, they must make that colony’s contribution as small Massachusetts hung back to as possible. Farther see what Connecticut would do. south, the bickering was even worse. They were largely self-sustaining com- munities, with only a scanty intercolonial trade. How badly they codéperated in the Revolutionary War is well known. It was only a fortunate combination of unfortu- nate circumstances and a miracle of states- manship that finally got them together in a real nation. That they are so firmly united now is mostly due to trade—and credit, for the two go together. Nowadays scarcely anything is less popular in the United States than sectionalism. People know in- stinctively that setting one region in sus- picion and hostility against another is bad business. Churches of all denominations constantly work together as good neigh bors. Even rival political treat each other with a degree of respect which our grandfathers would have considered effeminate. The desperate modern effort to divide populations into mutually suspi- cious hostile made far headway here than in any other big nation. We are getting to understand and practice double-entry bookkeeping, by which al most everybody is both debtor and creditor parties classes has less to almost everybody else es anaes \ THE SATURDAY (More Than Two Million Six never authorized. IS fully protected by copyright and nothing that appears in it may be reprinte: either wholly or in part, without special permission quotations from them for advertising promotions and stock-selling schemes | 1] } EVENING POST | Hundred Thousand Weekly) 1s } | posh } The use of our articles Table of Interlude— Eleanor Mercein (Mrs Action—C. E. Montague Hussy Luck— George Pattullo Don’t Ask— Charles Brackett Tested— Richard Connell Boobs and Saddles—Sam Hellman The Battle of the Levees Credit— Will Payne From Pickles to Molasses The Zeppelins Safety in the Air Close-Ups—Norma Talmadge My Dear (In five parts)— May Motive Power (Second part) Crooked (Conclusion) Editorials . Short Turns and Encores Americana Letters From Fraternity June 25, 1927 Cover Design by Eugene Iverd SHORT STORIES Gifford Pinchot Ernst A. Lehmann and Howard Mingos Harry F. Guggenheim How to Become Famous Though Born at H SERIALS Edginton Henry C Maximilian Foster Contents Kelly) The Tin Limousine— William Hazlett Upson Tit for Tat— Clarence Budington Kelland ARTICLES Richard Washburn Child Richard Connell Rowland MISCELLANY address label from a recent copy. A REQUEST FOR CHANGE OF ADDRESS must re before the date of issue with which it is to take effect be sent to replace those undelivered thri With your new address be sure also to sen ach us at least thirty days D iplicate c ich 1 >, inciosi pies cannot tugh failure to send s advance n 1 us the old

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“It is not merely the playing ra ! 0; a recora it Sousa’s Band 4 is Sousa’s Band on the New Orthophonic Victrola , audience is clamoring for an encore A boy in uniform displays a placard read- The March King A moment of silence ing “By Request raises both his arms and the and trombones break into the martial swing of The Stars and Stripes Forever! A crescendo of applause sweeps the trumpc ts auditorium, rivaling in volume the band itself. For Sousa is never closer to the hearts of the American people than when playing one of his own compositions. Unequaled in quality— unlimited in scope whenever Tonight tomorrow and as often as you wish, you may hear this great band in your own living-room, through the new Orthophonic Victrola Not ‘‘something like Sousa,’ but Sousa _ exactly as you would hear him in himself exclaimed, concert Sousa “Gentlemen, that 1s 4 band!’ when he heard the Orthophonic Victrola play one of his marches for the first time Not artists in every field only Sousa, but the foremost symphonic, oper are ready to vou on demand atic, ballad, and dance play or sing for always. In no other way can you hear them with such realism, for this amazing instrument is based upon The New Orthophonic The Orthophonic Victrola furnishes the finest for the home. Model Four-three is $95, list price VICTOR TALKING MACHINE CO. / is a band JOHN PHILIP SOUSA. “matched impedance’ — Victor's exclusive principle of natural tone-reproduction. The new Orthophonic Victor Records rival in importance the invention of the Orthophonic Victrola itself. Unpleasant scratch has been eliminated. They have new beauty and depth. Their tones are full, round, mellow, lifelike. They play on any instrument and greatly zmprove its play ing quality See the Victor dealer nearest you and hear with your own ears what Victor has accom- plished in sound-reproduction. There are many beautiful models of the Orthophonic Victrola, from $95 to $3 list price. Silent electric motor ($35 extra) eliminates winding. You play and relax. 1ctro CAMDEN, NEW JERSEY, U