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What better talesman of g
will and brotherly understand
could we send to our great sii
republics in the lower half of thia
hemisphere than our own Presi-
dent, who carries for his samples
his personality and his spoken
words?
If. in the past, we looked mainly
to the old world for eur markets,
it is certain that
in the future we
must increasingly
cultivate the Latin
stocks of the new
world, on a con-
tinent whose incred-
ible natural resourc-
es are for a great
part still virgin and
nations who must be
cured of persisting
beliefs that the
Monroe doctrine is,
for them, a threat and not a shield.
If yesterday was Europe’s and
today is North America’s then sure-
ly the promise of tomorrow belong/
to South America.
TugweU’s New Job.
OW that brother Tugwell, almost
the last surviving lobe of the
original brain trust, has left the
government flat, folks are wonder-
ing how he’ll make out in his new
line.
Don’t worry, anybody. To some,
the molasses business might be
sticky, but it offers no obstacles to
a young gentleman who wrote and,
what’s more, had published, a poem x
with this deathless refrain: "I will
now roll up my sleeves and remake
America.”
Mark the words, tn six months
he’ll be an outstanding popcornballs
baron, and inside of a year the
acknowledged taffy-kisses king of
North America. And pretty soon
we’ll be 'lasses-conscious to a point
where the effect will be that the
entire country is paved with fresh
fly-paper.
I wouldn’t be surprised to see us
using caramels for currency. And
as for peanut brittle—well, I’ve al-
ready started hoarding.
Il Dace's Son-in-law.
WHEN Mussolini let the word
percolate that he was groom-
ing that new son-in-law to fill his
dictatorial boots he must have
meant what he hinted at. Because
latest photographs show the heir
apparent with his Jaw also thrust
forward, his brows also knit in
menacing frown, and his plumpish
bosom inflated until his medals stand
forth like carnival tags on a mar-
quee.
The likeness to the original model
is so perfect that II Dues could
use a picture of the young man for
a hand mirror.
Ornithologically, it seems fitting
that Italy, having kicked the dove
of peace in the pants, should cher-
ish the pouter pigeon pose to typify
defiance.
The Language of Lawyers.
I REGRET 1 didn’t think this up
1 first — some dirty plagiarist is
always thinking up something be-
fore I get around to doing so. But
I feel it my duty to help spread it
around, especially since it was a
lawyer who wrote it. I’m quoting
him:
“If a layman gives an orange to
you he simply says: ‘Have an or-
ange.* But when a lawyer puts the
transaction in legal form he writes:
•I hereby give and convey all and
singular, my estate and interests,
right, title, claim and advantages
of and in said orange, together with
all its rind, juice, pulp and pipe,
and all rights and advantages there- .
in, with full power to bite, cut, suck
and otherwise to eat the same or
g’ve the same away with or without
the rind, skin, juice, pulp or pips,
anything hereinbefore or hereinafter
or in any other means of whatever
nature or kind whatsoever to the
contrary in any wise notwithstand-
ing.’ And then another lawyer comes
along and takes it away from you.’*
who came out here
and went to cutting
the screen have an
educated eyelashes and the
some trick of a languishing g'
IRVIN S. COS
Copyright —WNU ScrvUM.
Underdone Movie Hams.
A MEDICAL journal reports that
a preventative has been found
for trichina. But I’m afraid it’s
too late to do anything for some of
our Hollywood actor-folk, trichina
being a thing common to under-
done hams.
A lot of us
as greenhorns
up didoes for
alibi. When the movie critics ac-
cuse us of having contracted the dis-
ease of bad acting, our defense is
that we’d been exposed to it.
Yet the films have produced a
grand crop of good actors, out of
very raw material, too, sometimes.
And they keep right on doing so,
notwithstanding that every now and
BuHt in 1800, the love
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DEPUTY OF THE DEVIL
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ By BEN AMES WILLIAMS ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
Copyright, Ben Amei Williams. urwr, ■
him, and with Nancy
faucet
don’t
count-
11 is breath whistled
lips, and his mouth
he did not speak or
"Doctor
do mir-
with- in-
You did
If the Man Were Not Now Dead,
Yet He Mast Die!
ana her arms above the elbow. She
ripped a sheet in half and folded
it like an apron around her shoul-
ders, slit holes for her arms, made
Ruth pin the sheet like an apron
behind. She then thoroughly
washed her hands with alcohol;
then bade Margaret empty the wa-
ter out of the boiling kettle and set
it, with the things it contained still
steaming as they dried, on a chair
by the table. Doctor Greeding and
Nancy returned.
Mary Ann said briskly: "Doctor,
you can scrub up at the
there. Here’s alcohol.”
He urged: "Mary Ann,
count too much on this.”
She retorted: ”l’m not
ing, I’m not even thinking. I’m just
doing all I can. You must—do the
I rest of it!”
Nancy stood by uncertainly, and
Mary Ann said to her:
"Nancy, you scrub up too. Scrub
your hands, hard, with the brush
and soap. Then wash them in alco-
hol. Don’t touch anything afterward.
Stand near us here, in case we
need you.- Your father will tell you
what to do.” „ _ •
She bound a strip of linen across
Doctor Greeding's mouth and hose,
made Ruth do a like service for
herself. And she showed Doctor
Greeding the kettk and its con-
tents. “I’ve boiled everything I
found that you might usz,” she said.
Her voice caught. “It isn’t much
of a kit, but I bent these big spoons
for retractors; and here, are scis-
sors, and razor-blades. They're dou-
ble-edged. You’ll have to be care-
ful not to cut yourself! We’ve no
snaps, so you’ll have to catch the
small vessels with thread as you go
along. Here are needles, and
thread. ”
She saw him waver, and she cried
ir a swift storm of determination:
“What’s the matter with you? You
act like a scared interne!” Her
tones rang with scorn. “If you
bungle this, I’ll see that the world
knows it. You can do thir; and
you’ve got to, Doctor. You’ve got
to! Now come!”
He said with a helpless gesture:
"The ether, Mary Ann. Who will
give that?”
They were ready, scrubbed, stand-
ing by the table. Mary Ann for a
moment hesitated helplessly.-Then:
"Nancy will,” she decided. "I’U tell
her how.” To Nancy: "Take that
towel and fold it twice, and pour
ether on it and then lay it across
his mouth and nose. Then a few
drops afterward, whenever I tell
W«MS 99 *
Nancy and I will get him ready.
Come back quickly.”
He turned submissively away;
and then Ruth appeared, her arms
full of linen.
Nancy, during what followed, had
no sensed dealing with the body of
Dan, Whose flesh and blood she
loved. This was an impersonal task
that must be done. She and Mary
Ann stripped off his garments, and
while Mary Ann and Ruth lifted
first his head and then his feet,
Nancy slipped under -his body
blankets and sheets to cushion the
hard shutter on which he still lay.
A pillow under his head; then
sheets over Iiim, expertly slit and
folded to expose the field in which
Doctor Greeding must work.
Once Dan whispered something,
weakly, and Mary Ann said: "Hush,
dear. Rest!”
“Where’s—Nancy?” he asked.
“Here,” said Nancy, and touched
his lips with her Anger; so that he
was content.
When they were ready, Mary Ann
said crisply:
"Go tell your father to hurry.”
Nancy obediently departed. Mary
Ann went to the sink, and unaer the
running faucet scrubbed her hands
But Dan would not by words alone
be daunted. His mouth twisted in
a grin. ‘T-U show you something
about getting well that you never
saw before,” he insisted, laboring
over his words. “I’m—telling you!”
Doctor Greeding shook with a
murderous rage; Dan was like a
scotched snake, to be crushed un-
der a grinding heel. The Doctor
looked over his shoulder toward the
path along which Nancy and Mary
Ann had disappeared. There was no
one in sight. His eyes searched all
around; and then he knelt beside
Dan again, his countenance contort-
ed If the man were not now dead,
yet he must die! .
But Nancy called, from the path:
"I’m coming, Dan.” So Doctor
Greeding stood up quickly, brushing
his hands together, withdrawing
from the stricken man.
Yet he took only a grudging and
reluctaht hand in what immediate-
ly followed. .Thomas and Jerrell
and Nancy and' her fathei worked
together. Thomas had brought one
of the shutters used to sea- the win-
dows of the house in winter; and
they laid it on the ground, and man-
aged as gently as possible to lift
Dan upoh it.
through dry
twisted, but
complain.
They lifted
and her father at one end, Jerrell
and Thomas at the other, they car-
ried the shutter and its burden
across" the court and through the
gate, and along the path toward the
house. They came to the kitchen
door. Ruth, and Margaret, thq.cook,
had made all ready there. They
bore Dan into the kitcheu, and laid
the shutter upon which he rested
on the table, and Doctor Greeding
felt the hurt mail's pulse.
Nancy turned quickly to the serv-
ants. “Margaret,” she directed,
"you keep the kettles boiling. Ruth,
bring blankets and sheets ana pil-
! lows. Lots of them. Clear, ones.
Don’t let them touch anything, the
wall or anything.”
Old Margaret, white-faced but
steady, turned to the stove. Ruth,
pale as death, departed to do as
Nancy bade her. Jerrell stood si-
lent by the kitchen door, waiting for
commands; and Thomas went stol-
idly out of doors, a lumpish man not
easily dismayed. Doctor Greeding
looked around at them all—saw
Margaret, her back turned, busy at
the stove, and he said softly:
“Nancy, and you, Ira, you’d bet-
ter leave me with him.” He might
even now find the opportunity to do
what he intended.
But Nancy answered stoutly:
"I’m never going to leave him
again. Never!”
Then Mary Ann, her hands full,
came through the pantry. "I got
the hospital on the phone,” she re-
ported. “They’re sending every-
thing. Nancy, have some one meet
the car at the landing. And I’ve
been rummaging the house for
things we could use.” She spoke to
Doctor Greeding. "You can begin
with what I have here. By the time
you're ready to close the wound,
the things from the hospital will
have come.”
He said stubbornly* "Dar Is
sinking, Mary Ann. This is valor-
ous, but*it is futile too.”
She deposited her burden on the
draining-board beside the sink and
took Dan’s wrist in her hand; and I
after a moment she spid crisply:
“His pulse is not bad!”
Then, almost sterply:
Greeding, I have seen you
acles. You didn’t do them
struments, and equipment,
them with the gift of healing that is
in you. You can do One now!”
The man’s eyes flickered uncer-
tainly, in a sort of desperation; and
beads of perspiration appeared up-
on his brow. He repeated after her,
like a lesson learned by rote: “I
can do one now.” Then hit color
flamed, and he seemed about to
speak, to refuse. But in the end, as
though surrendering, he said de-
cisively: “Quick, then!”
Mary Ann nodded; turned back to
the sink. "I found this can of ether,
in the bathroom closet upstairs,”
she reported. “It’s never been
opened. -And here’s iodine, and al-
cohol, and gauze for sponges—”
Mary Ann went to the stove to in-
spect the things boiling there; she
nodded, satisfied. And she turned
to Nancy, looked at her apprais-
ingly.
“Do you want to stay, to help?”
she asked.
“Yea ” said Manew
"You’ will stand up to it,” Mary
Ann decided. "But first, send some
one to meet the car from the hos-
pital, at the landing.”
Jerrell volunteered: "I’ll go.” »
He was grateful for even this
small chance to be of help, hurried
away, and Mary Ann turned back to
Doctor Greeding. The man was still
like one dreaming, bewildered,
stunned. Mary Ann, because,, she
knew exactly what she wished for,
commanded him in his- uncertain-
ties. "Go and prepare yourself,”
she directed. "We’ll have to do with-
out gloves. I’U contrive a mask.
CHAPTER VIII—Continued
Her heart leaped. She cried:
“Father, he’s all right. See!”
Doctor Greeding fought back to
•elf-control; he began a swift ex-
amination. Nancy’s eyes blurred
with tears, but she heard buttons
yield, and the movement of gar-
ments, and saw Dan’s white flesh,
and saw through misty eyes the
wound.
"Does it hurt, darling?” she
pleaded. “Does it?"
Dan shook his head, his white lips
grinned. “Not r bit,” he said weak-
ly. “Tell Mr. Jerrell—it’s all right,
t Accident!”
1, Jerrell, somewhere above them,
t ‘.standing over them, cried: “Dan,
ydl swear 1 tried not to. Something—”
Mary Ann flashed one glance to-
ward him. reassuring, comforting.
Then she watched Docto: Greed-
ing. He met her eyes and shook his
head in negation.
Her cheeks flameo. She cried:
"You can help him! You can op-
. erate!’’
The doctor protested: "Hopeless!
I’ve nothing here to work with.”
Mary Ann stood up. “We’ll man-
age,” she insisted. “You’ve got to.
Quickly. We can’t just—give up!”
He faced her. “Mary Ann,” he
•aid gravely. "If we could act in-
stantly, there might b^. a slim
chance; but as it is—to get him to
the mainland, to the hospital, to
move him. It’s hopeless!”’*
He added: "And even if there
were time, it would need a miracle
to save him!"
Mary Ann held his eyes with hers.
“You can do miracles,” she said,
her tones vibrant, compelling. "I
know. I’ve seen them. But it wasn’t
• anything I could see. Oh, I’ve seen
what you did with your hands, your
... instruments. Everything you did!
But it wasn’t what you did! It was
something inside you.* She caught
his arms, grasped them firmly. ’
"You must do a miracle for Dan,”
she said.
She spoke quickly to Nancy.
"Your father will have to operate,
here, at once. In the house. With
plenty of light A table, some-
where."
Nancy caught strength from Mary
Ann. She suggested steadily: "The
kitchen. There's a big skylight, and
a long table.”
Mary Ann nodded. “Perfect.” She
turned to Jerrell. She saw then
that he stood white and shamed
and sorrowful; and she went to him,
and rpse on tiptoe to kiss him—
touched his cheek reassuringly. -
i “Don’t—worry. You must—help
us, Ira,” she said. "Get something
io carry Dan into the house—some-
thing so that he can lie flat. I will
telephone the nearest hospital.
Where is it, Nancy?”
Nancy told her. Jerrell, instantly
galvanized into activity, was al-*
ready running toward the house.
Mary Ann looked at Doctor Greed-
ing. "You will need,” she reflected,
"these things.” And she named
them, in a Swift catalogue. "Any-
thing else?”
Doctor' Greeding said’ gently:
"No, that will do. But—it’s no
use. Mary Ann!” ----
The girl ignored his word. “I’ll
have them send everything,” she
said, moving toward the path; and
then, to Nancy: “While I’m phon-
ing, get water boiling. Get Dan on
the table. Find some razor-blades
—new ones, if you can—and put
them on to boil. And if you’ve some
blunt-ended scissors. Or any scis-
sors will do. And thread, and big
needles. And big spoons. Put ev-
erything on to boil. But first come
show me where the telephone is.
I’U call the hospital, and then I’ll—
search the house, see what I can
find. There' must be first - aid
things—”
They went swiftly together toward
the house, and Doctor .Greeding was
left alone here beside Dan.
The man stoMi looking down, his
eyes broodinMp His universe was
chaos in this hour. The discovery
that Dan was not dead—though his
wound must almost certainly prove
fatal—had struck Doctor Greeding
with a shocking force.
Dan, the rock upon which aU his
hopes and plans were shattered, Dan
whom he hated and whom he had
meant should die—was still alive!
And he had meant that Dan should
die by JerreU’s carelessness, so that
Mary Ann would abhor the man.
Yet—here a moment ago—Mary
Ann had kissed JerreU on the Ups.
She loved her brother; she should
for his carelessness hate JerreU.
But instead, she had kissed him, in
comfort and in love.
Doctor Greeding could not recog-
nize the world so long famiUar. He
felt himself under the glance of a
•tern, condemning eye; he seemed
to hear mockery in the air, and a
derisive laughter.
He spoke, without knowing it,
•loud. “He must die! He can’t
live;” he muttered.
Dan on the ground at his feet,
said stubbornly, without opening his
•yes: "I’m not dead yet. Doctor!”
- And the older man said, crush-
flngly: "You’re badly hurt! Don’t
nurse any futile hopes.”
Ancient Ceremony Amusing in a Modem
. English Setting at Lord’s Installation
Lord Willington recently was in-
staUed lord warden and admiral of
the Cinque ports by the grand ccurt
of Shepway, writes a London cor-
respondent in the Chicago Tribune.
To have witnessed the installation
was to have seen the greatest pos-
sible muddle of ancient and modem
in ceremony. A great gentleman
with a notable record garbed in aU
the finery of uniform that an ad-
miral can boast; "barons” and
"combarons” dressed in scarlet
cloaks with trimmings of blue and
gold and the arms of the Cinque
ports on the shoulders; others in
black knee breeches and white satin
embroidered waistcoats; still
others in black frock coats and top
hats. All were gathered on Dover
college close for the ceremony. The
old court which had a real service
to perform was held at Shepway
Cross, but this modem one was held
under a marquee, where the lord
warden undertook the duty of main-
taining "the franchises, liberties,
customs and usages of the ports.”
The post of the lord warden Is to-
day a sinecure. It costs the holder
about >400 a year and there are
various titles attached to it which
are more or less meaningless. Even
the “Cinque Ports” is a misnomer,
since there are seven ports—Hast-
ings, Dover, Hythe, Romney. Sand-
wich, Rye, and Wincheless.
The mixing of ancient customs
and costumes now meaningless with
those modern elements for which
can be found no ancient pattern is
the result tof the Englishman’s love
of pageantry and his passion for
the romantic past. Sometimes it
"comes off” successfully, some-
times it is funny.
"If I had a race boss,” said Unde
Eben, "l*d call it ’Money,* ’cause I
don’t know anything dat kte gt
faster.**
Only by the sense of touch could
the thing in fact be done. The bul-
let had ripped into Dan’s abdomen;
its course must be traced and all
its ravages repaired. And to do
this, the eye was relatively useless •
it was necessary that probing An-
gers should seek out the rents that
must be closed.
And Doctor Greeding thought,
with a deep wonder, that his hands
had never better performed their
task than now. He had not even to
direct them with his eyes, I
While -he worked, a change by
slow degrees took place in him. He
began to be able to look with a clear
eye upon himself and upon the
world.
He saw Nancy clearly, and per-
haps for*the first time. He compre-
hended her love for Dan, and he
comprehended in all its implications
her love for himself too. So many
times he had hurt her, wounded
her, frightened her; and yet always
there dwelt in her a love for him
that, no matter how often he
spurned it, was still ready to offer
him tenderness and comforting.
And Doctor Greeding. thought of
Mary Ann, so bravely steady now,
rigorously controlling all the sor-
row and terror she. must feel, on
the slim chance that she might, by
strength, save Dan. Of Mary Ann,
who loved JerreU enough so that
even after his shot struck down her
brother, she could offer him forgive-
ness and comfort with an unasked
kiss.
She loved Jerrell, would be happy
with him. But—could she ever be
happy with.him if Dan, whom Jer-
rell had shot, should die?
And Doctor Greeding thought of
Dan, eo near death now, whose
crime had been no more than that
Nancy loved him. And as Doctor
Greeding’s thoughts thus spun and
swirled, he began to feel himself
utterly alone. By the interwoven
loves which bound these others to-
gether—Nancy and Dan, Dan and
Mary Ann, Mary Ann and Jerrell—
h felt himself hopelessly excluded.
Their lives were full without him.
There was no one to whom he, his
life, was indispensable. No one now
in the living world.
He was lonely for Myra, for his
wife. Through all the years of his
manhood she had been welded to
his side. He realized, suddenly, that
where she who had been flesh of
his flesh had been tom away, there
remained an open wound that would
never close.
Flesh of his flesh; and—tom away
by his own hand! He accepted this
fact with all that it implied; and
he remembered with a wry smile
something Professor Carlisle had
said, long ago. Something about
the unwisdom of supping with the
devil, unless one had a long spoon!
He had paid no heed to that cau-
tion, at the time; but it was too
late for wisdom now. His Angers
were already burned..
With a rising pride he watched
these Angers of his, working here
so skillfully. Burned or not, they
cculd still work miracles when he
chose.
And suddenly poctor Greeding re-
alized that he did so choose; that
he wished, deeply and profoundly
and with a certain desperation, to
work now a miracle for Dan. He
wished it just as a man swept by a
strong current toward the crest of
a cataract wishes to cling to the
stout rope which chance has thrown
within his reach and grasp. To
save Dan might not suffice to—save
himself. Yet Doctor Greeding re-
alized, with a sort of pride, that
this did not greatly matter. It was
of others he was thinking now.
As he had wished death for oth-
ers, and even a while .ago tor Dan
himself, so now he- wished life fcr
Dan. For the sake of Mary Ann,
that she might be happy with Jer-
reU; for the sake of Nancy and
her love; for Dan’s own sake, he
wished Dan to live! This wish was
like a humble prayer.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
CHAPTER IX
Doctor Greeding, during tha. in-
terminable _ time while he waited
beside Dan, with Mary Ann facing
hfrn, and Nancy at nis left drip-
ping ether on the towel, felt him-
self helpless as even the stoutest
swimmer must be helpless in the
full sweep of a mighty current. And
when at’ last he began, he watched
like a spectator this conflict between
his will—which desired Dan to die—
| and his deed. He wished to bungle,
to be inept and clumsy; but de-
i spite himself, those long-trained fin-
gers went about their accustomed
tasks, seeking out the hurts that
must be mended, discovering them
Infallibly ■ by touch alone.
hands lifted,, protectint, them
against any least contamination. He
said: "You know it’s hopeless, Mary
Ann. We’re not properly sterile.
Infection—’’
Nancy, with the can of ether in
her hand, cried miserably: "I can’t
open this!”
“Stick an ice-pick into it,” Mary
Ann commanded. "And—don’t touch
anything that we’re using after-
ward, Nancy. You’re not clean now.
Doctor—we’ll have to risk infec-
tion.” Her voice broke for a min-
ute in something like a sob. “For
that matter, there’s infection enough
already inside him. Begin!”
“He’s not ready yet.”
Mary Ann was white with des-
peration, white with haste. "Dan,”
she cried. His lips moved. "Dan. if
it hurts, Ue still,” she commanded.
“Nancy’s going to give you ether
now. Just breathe deeply. You won’t
feel it long.”
Nancy came with the can, the pun-
gent smell of ether preceding her.
“Pour it on the towel, Nancy,” Mary
Ann commanded. "Now lay the tow-
el over his face!” And then, curtly,
over her shoulder: “Ruth, scrub
your hands with soap and water and
then alcohol. Don’t touch anything
afterward. We may need you.” To
Doctor Greeding: “I’ll assist, do
everything I can.”
“We’ll have an explosion here,”
Doctor Greeding muttered. “These
fumes, and -the stove.”
“It’s a gas-stove," Mary Ann in-
sisted. “Not lighted."
“Coal fire in the water heater,”
he insisted.
She said in a still fury: “We’ve
got to risk something!”
Doctor Greeding picked up a
razor-blade from the kettle. It was
still hot enough to burn his fingers,
and he dropped it, with an exclama-
tion.
“Careful!” Mary Ann cried in a
deep exasperation.
Doctor Greeding steeled himself;
hi picked up the blade again. He
looked at his hands.
These hands of his were, miracu-
lously, steady. He studied them as
though they belonged to some one
else, astonished at their rocklike
firmness. Himself in turmoil, his
body and his soul shaken as by a
tempest, it seemed to him incredi-
ble that these trained hands of his
should be so still and jure.
Dan’s chest was heaving, his
breath labored. His face was cov-
ered by the towel. The fumes of
ether filled the kitchen.
They stood ih a silent group, wait-
ing; Doctor Greeding by Dan’s side,
Mary Ann facing him across the ta-
ble, Nancy at Dan’s head. Ruth,
holding her scrubbed hands out in
front of her, white and motionless,
stood, near, awaiting any command.
Old Margaret, the cook, bowed her
head, and her lips moved silently.
.There was no sound save Dan’s
long, rattling inhalations; and the
clock ticked on the wall.
“He’s ready,” said Mary Ann.
Doctor Greeding’s thoughts began
to race. It was a moment before
he realized that, at her word, and
without command from his will, his
hands had begun their business
here.
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