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WEDNESDAY, MARCH 3, 1320.
FOUR
Poetry and Persiflage
NOBODY’S CHILD
Come with me,
THE AMERICAN WORKMEN
I
unpos-
“What is
She tried to free herself, and he let
“I’ll
Baird said chockingly.
sup-
The Prussian diet proposes to recom-
Emperor Wilhelm for the loss of
pense
. . I can match you history
me.
his throne.
The Giants have begun training at
SANCTUM SIFTINGS
“I’m al-
advice when he has reached the end of
KNOWS FLOWERS BY TOUCH.
And yet, it was
than he had. .
But she held
. Let
is!
curately. .
farms.
titled to as comfortable a home as the
Back
felt differently to you. . .
description gathered water dur-
every
rain and cast it from them.
said finally.
EX-EMPEROR FALLS ON ICE
er.
to wipe out all competition or is caught
opposing “public interests.”
be made to do the work of half a dozen
horses and this is why the tractor is
products, and he has figured it out that
the time saved in the use of an auto-
mobile over that of a horse more than
compensates for the first cost and the
that as these nations must make a
tremendous effort to regain what they
had lost, they would make extraor-
dinary sacrifice, would lengthen hours
of labor, would cheapen labor’s cost
in the desire to win back some of the
has no patent right on his methods,
but the country in which he lives, the
laws of which he aids in making, the
conditions which he is instrumental in
creating, these and numerous other in-
fluences co-operate to keep him in a
frame of mind and body which shows
to study you.
Ann!”
“You’ve
ways—”
demonstration agent to aid him, a man i
who investigates all the new things in |
agriculture and eliminates the useless
while retaining the good.
This does not mean that the Euro-
pean farmer does not think but it does
tion’s sway; . uibwy.u .________
You led me to the thorn-crowned King : with cereal and coffee yet to go.
When 'pleasures lured along the way.
other side, but Baird reached in and : "I do love you—but—”
lifted her, held her up, as he had once |
Published by permission of and arrangement with the Boobs-
Merrill Company, Indianapolis.
THE END.
Our next serial will be “The Rough
Road,” by William J. Locke, which will
begin tomorrow- ”
The Modern Valentine.
I’m young and fair, a slender blonde,
This season’s debutante,
A Vassar graduate with no
Relations but an aunt.
I play a rattling tennis game,
I’m fairly good at golf,
Can chauff a car, and dance, and ride
When fox and hounds are off.
I sip a cocktail on the sly
Like others of my set,
And after dinner also like
To smoke a cigaertte.
I think it’s rot to rave about
The passion called divine—
To any man with lots of dough
I send this valentine.
—Cartoons Magazine.
By
, ELIZABETH DEJEANS
Author of “The Tiger’s Coat,” Etc.
er.
The homeseeker should be encouraged
to come to Texas and he should be
given a warm welcome and fair treat-
ment when he arrives. Texas has room
for another 1,000,000 farmers. The pres-
ent time is especially propitious to get
them.
A Business Opportunity.
From the Albany Journal.
Somebody could make a fortune by
going into business to sell those mod-
erate priced goods which dealers say
the people do not want.
Eastern Offices.
New York Office, 341 Fifth Ave.
a D. J. Randall.:
Chicago, St. Louis and Detroit Offices,
The S. C. Beckwith Agency.
One reason why U. S. Steel has not
become unpopular is that it has con-
fined its activities to the production of
steel.
Can’t Lose.
From the Louisville Courier-Journal.
“I see one candidate announces that
he proposes to bring down the cost of
living.”
“Let him show a few samples and
he’s elected.”
Exceeding His Ration.
(From the Louisville Courier-Journal.)
“Won’t you be my little lump of
sugar?"
“I heard you
was your little
Tricotine.
ican farmer has found that machinery
can be just as profitably employed on
the farm as in the mill; he has studied
food values and consequently knows
what to eat for results; he reads what
others have done and takes advantage
of the successes achieved by them while
he' avoids their mistakes; he has ad-
vanced so far that he no longer laughs
cient to justify a risk of his work be-
ing compensated. He is quick to per-
cieve where a piece of machinery can
INFLUENCE.
Because of you
I kept straight on
When others took the wider road;
It was your word which helped me bear
The fear and burden of the load.
home, of course, I’d have licked off the
spoon, button the road I am more fas-
tidious. I am one of those chaps who
want service and are willing to let the
“Well, er—”
“And two lumps of sugar is
posed to be enough these days.”
firm pay for it.
My young lady was still in the corner,
eyeing me suspiciously. Evidently
traveling men did not meet with her
approval. (Would that I might digress
upon our many virtues!) At first she
pretended not to notice my signs, but
as I insisted she approached reluctant-
ly. I said, reassuringly: “I just wanted
to ask you for a spoon.”
She gulped, reddened, and then said
scathingly: "I’h not the sort of girl to
spoon with strangers.”—J. P. in Chi'
cago Tribune.
Some one should tell the
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Entered at the Postoffice in Galveston as Second-Class Mail Matter.
at the scientific farmer but asks his
see me, and told me the following:
that Sue had found certain letters of
Garvin'sto you which gave him the
erroneous impression that Garvin had
Member of the Associated Press.
The Associated Press is exclusively entitled to
the use for republication of all news dispatches
credited to it or not otherwise credited in this
paper, .and also the local news published herein.
telling Georgette she
lump of sugar. Also
married you, Coats Penniman came to San Antonio, the corner lots are again
•popular with young aspirants for the
honors of Christy Mathewson and Ty
But how was he to
TEXAS STILL THE LAND OF
PROMISE.
Houston Post: ,
For many years the rising cost of
land in the agricultural states of the
Middle West has been encouraging
farmers to sell and remove to the
Southwest and West, where lands were
cheaper and where they found greater
opporutnity for agricultural expan-
ing the
come they will not be in position to at-
tempt to win trade from this country,
even at the greatly increased wages
America is now paying its workers.
Because of you
I saw the snare
This sad world holds o'er hearts like
mine;
The love which called, I spurned, and
found
In place of ashes—Love Divine.
Cobb, and good old America moves
comfortably along toward summer
amidst a season of prosperity and plen-
ty.
now that courage is necessary to .be
faithful.
cost of upkeep. The American farmer
his own knowledge; he has a farm
The fiasco of the French railway
strike is merely another indication that
public sentiment against strikes at this.
juncture of the world’s affairs is uni-
versal.
either inward toward the stem or out-
wards. “If I feel a poppy leaf,” he said,
*“on a hot July morning it feels cold,
but if I feel a leaf of London Pride at
the same time it is quite warm, al-
though the plants may be within a yard
of each other. When I touch anything
I notice whether it is warm or cold, and
then ask myself why.”
READS WHISPERS OF THE WOOD:
LAND.
During heavy showers he discovered
that trees made different noises and
he could tell them by the sound from
the falling rain. The most silent tree
he believed, was the Pinus sylvestris.
These trees only made an occasional
hiss even in very severe thunderstorms.
The oak was the noisiest of trees in a
storm, because it reflected the echoes
by its leaves and also by its stem, and
raindrops had a more drumlike effect
upon it than upon any other tree. It
was in a wood composed of oak tree
that one could hear birds at their best
Over in Bulgaria they placard profi-
teers and march them through the city
streets. In this country they are elected
to the presidency of banks and to be
mayors of cities. But then, Bulgaria is
only semi-civilized.
If any Mexican bandits invaded Ari-
zona, as reported in the press dis-
patches, it is a pretty safe bet that
most of them remained there and gave
the grave digger a job.
That old delusion of a breaking up
of the “solid South” is being circulated.
This prediction always holds good un-
til election day.
It is reported that another Mexican
rebel leader has been caught; this
leaves only 73,432 more for the Mexi-
can government to bag.
THE PEACOCK.
Corpus Christi Caller:
The well-dressed man is going to re-
semble a walking rainbow when he ap-
pears in his new fall garments. Lon-
don, which dictates men’s styles, as
Paris dictates those of women, has set
the stage for a riot of color.
Read this forecast on fall styles for
men from a recent issue of a trade
journal:
"We can expect to see men’s soft
hats in tones of plum, ultramarine,
reindeer, moss and bottle green and
suits in such mixtures as a cross-
weave of violet and green, red and
brown, yellow mixed with brown and
green, and blue and red blended to give
a purple overtone. Overcoats will fa-
vor grays, tans and heather combina-
tions, with leanings to olive green,
mahogany and Copenhagen blue.”
Wilhelm Is Not Homesick.
(The Kaiser to Prince Fuerstenberg.)
I have no inclination ever to return
to Germany. The sight of collapse
through one’s own fault is too painful.
In addtion I was deceived and desert-
ed. After reading everything of the
famous committee I cannot help feel-
ing that even men like Bethmann-
Hollweg and Ludendorf. not to forget
Tirpitz, deceived me. My distrust may
be the consequence of loneliness, which
is only occasionally broken by visits
from Wilhelm, Eitel and Kriege, the
latter proving that he is faithful even
How to Deal With Mexico.
From Life.
(Based on' an exhaustive study of
American practice for the past seven
years.)
1. Send a note.
2. Follow up with a second missive.
3. Dispatch a query as to why No. 1
was not answered.
4. Order troops on border duty to be
supplied with four days’ rations.
5. Clamp embargo on shipment of
arms to Mexico.
6. Send another note.
7. Order Americans out of Mexico.
8. Start a tracer after No. 6.
9. Pay ransom money with 6 per cent
interest from date of demand.
10. Repeat, commencing at No. 1.
There has also been criticism di-
rected against the farmers of the United
States, it even being alleged that the
American farmer was lazy and has been
outstripped by his fellow workers on
the other side of the Atlantic, but re-
cent investigation into this charge re-
veals an entirely different condition of
affairs; instead of producing less than
the European farmers, the American
farmer, according to the secretary of
agriculture, " taking both the acreage
and yield per acre into consideration,
produces two and a half times as much
as the average Belgian farmer; two
and three-tenths times as much as the
English; three and two-tenths time as
much as the French; two and a half
times as much as the German an over
six times as much as the Italian
farmer.”
The American farmer has been like
his brother worker in the factory, the
shop, the mill; he has put thought into
the work done by his hands and not
content with the big things that have
been handed down to him in the his-
tory of his calling, he has set out for
yet greater achievements. The Amer-
Prussians that he didn't lose it, it was
taken away from him. There would be
no objection to presenting him with a
new saw and buck; however.
His Only Want.
(From Answers, London.)
It was with high hopes that a com-
mercial traveler called on a certain
tradesman. They had never done busi- |
ness together before, but a friend had
given him a good introduction.
“Mav I show you my samples, sir?
he asked, after they had exchanged
greetings.
“Certainly!” said the tradesman af-
fably. And from an insignificant bag
the traveller produced a surprisingly
large selection of articles. He point-
ed out their different merits, and then
waited. „
“Well, there’s only one thing I want,’
said the tradesman, and the traveler
beamed at the thought of opening a
new account. He whipped out his or-
der book, and waited expectantly.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Well,” was the reply. “I want to
see how you’re going to get all those
samples, back again into that little
bag.”
Blind English Botanist Can Feel a Tree
and Name It.
(From the London Times.)
Leeds—I had an interesting conver-
sation recently with John Grimshaw
Wilkinson, the blind botanist of Leeds,
referred to in Prof. W. H. Bragg’s lec-
ture on sounds at the Royal Institu-
tion the other day. Mr. Wilkinson be-
came blind when twenty-two years of
age and he was sixty-four a few days
ago. Immediately on becoming blind
he took up science, particularly botany,
and pursued it until he became a well
known authority.
Before his affliction he was a grocer,
but had distinct artistic tastes and
gifts. When he was blind he accom-
panied a friend into the. country be-
Templenewsam. where three years be-
fore he had made a sketch, and he was
able to describe in detail the whole
scene. By simply touching a tree, he
could name it. From that time he did
all his power to develop this gift, and
at the present time he is able to name
SOO British flowering plants, foreign,
trees and foreign weeds, simply by the
sense of touch.
Mr. Wilkinson stated that his first
observations in sound were with the
variations caused by ground covered
with growing crops. Later he was ate
tracted by the manner in which trees ox
itself in the increased production. The
American farmer as a whole is a hum-
dinger. He is American.
thing striven for and still
sessed touched him.
He looked down at her.
Chinese Papers Almost Ignore Hsuan
Tung’s Accidents Nowadays
From the North China Herald
Few newspaper men take much no-
tice of the movements and welfare of
ex-Emperor Hsuan Tung nowadays. The
news of such hurts as he received re-
cently while out skating would under
the Old regime have been cabled to all
parts of the country if not to the outer
world.
According to a Peking correspondent,
the young emperor took advantage of
the New- Year holiday to do a little
skating on the lake in the palace
grounds. He fell heavily on the ice,
badly hurting his arms. The doctor was
sent for and he was attended to. How-
ever, nothing serious is reported.
The United States Supreme court has
decided that the steel trust is not a
trust in the sense of monopolizing
everything found necessary in carrying
on a big enterprise. While it is ad-
mitted that there are bad trusts, the
United States Steel corporation is not
one of them, and hence should not be
broken into fragments merely because
it is a large affair. This decision ought
to be sufficient to assure any man or
body of men who are ambitious ro do |
something big in commerce or the in-
dustries that the proposition has the
sanction of the highest tribunal in the
land so long as it does not undertake
Because of you
My wayward heart
Gained strength to fight tempta-
multiplying so rapidly on American
He pulled her hands from his
Business men of a number of states
recently met in St. Louis and formed
an organization the purpose of which is
to fight radicalism. Business is very
sensitive to whatever tends to disturb
the equilibrium of what is termed com-
merce, and as radicalism is a menace
to all the principles upon which busi-
ness is founded and maintained, it is
■ eminently proper that business men
take such steps as may be found neces-
sary to protect their interests. When
business makes up its mind to combat
radicalism there is likely to be some-
thing doing.
Ann looked down at the reins, then
up, straight up the avenue, a long
enough moment to vision the future.
Her thoughts, whatever they were,
drew the cool of surprise from her
face. Then she looked at Baird, lips
parted a little and eyes blank, like one
frightened by what she had seen.
“Will you come?” Baird repeated.
Story of the Fastidious Gadder and. the
Coy Dining Boom Girl.
Sir: While breakfasting at the hotel
in Piqua I noticed that the waitress
was inexperienced and nervous. Placing
my entire breakfast before me, she re-
treated to a far corner of the room.
When I had eaten my grapefruit I was
dismaved to find I had only one spoon,
‘--- - At
Garvin love—I thought for a time that
I loved him. But it was just that I
wanted so badly for somebody to love
me, an’ I know now that the way I
felt to him was like I would have felt
if I had known he was my father’s
brother—just that I was fond of him
an’ sorry for him. I had to tell him
so and—” She broke off with a shud-
der, then went on with head hung. “I’ve
it?” he asked. “You love me—why
shoulders, drew her forcibly into his
arms, an 1 lifting her bowed head,
found her lips.
He kissed away resistance, her ef-
forts to speak, plead and demanded
until he won response, arms that cir-
cled his neck and clasped him, and
then her long and passionate kiss.
1 Even when her arms slid from his
mean that an American farmer' will
take a chance if the promise is suffi-
her inaccessible quality that had drawn
him, and that made him hold her the
tighter now.
Baird remembered something Ben
had written: “. . . I ain’t no wise
judge of women, but I’ve noticed that
some of them is just naturally giving-
hearted, and some has to grow up to
it. The kind that has to grow up to it
generally loves most to be loved. They
seems to grow up to loving by being
loved, that is, if they’re loved the right
way.” Ben had defined Ann very ac-
there’s nobody would care anything
about me.”
There it was, her one great need, the
’things upon which he must build.
Baird kissed her breath away. “You
sweet reluctant things! Do you think
I’d go away without you!” His voice
suddenly deepened. “Ann, you want to
be loved and I want to love. I’ve
been hungry for you, literally starved.
I want you—you can’t understand how
much I want you. You’ll travel, and
you can study, and I’ll be satisfied just
him off. “Yes, there
me tell you: I let
foot. “I know it!” she said.
The expression is seldom heard in
these days, but several decades ago,
"European, pauper labor” was a phrase
which the American politician often
went out of his way to employ; the
main reason why the expression is
never used today is because American
free labor put it in its grave and piled
the sod high above it. When Amer-
ican skilled labor had been enlisted in
the task of putting the United States
on the trade map of the world, Amer-
ican brains joined hands with the
trained touch of the workman and the
result was such an increased produc-
tion that even the cheapest labor of
the far east found itself powerless to
make any. headway where American
enterprise decided to venture.
There existed some misgiving at the
close of the European war as to the
future of American commerce when
competitive nations in Europe began to
fight for the commerce they had thrown
away in order to shed each other’s
blood. It was feared in some quarters
"An’ you don’t mind taking me and
trouble both together—for there may
be big trouble?”
"I’ve told you—I'll take anything, so |
you come with it."
The dusk had gathered rapidly; close
as they were to each other, their faces
had grown indistinct. Ann’s answer
was groping hands lifted to him, a
pressure of slim fingers on his neck.
But when he tried to kiss her she bent
her head, smothering his caresses with
her hair. “I must say ‘yes’ my own
way,” she objected. -
“Well—say it your way,” Baird whis-
pered, husky from emotion.
She lifted her face and brushed his
cheek with her lashes. “A butterfly’s
kiss,” she said with soft gaiety.
neck and her head dropped back
against his shoulder, he held her cheek
prisoned. He put back her fallen hair
and kissed her brow and her cheek
and her throat, until the chill of some-
sion.
The speculation in farm land in the
Middle West that has sprung up since
the war brought higher prices for farm
products will have the effect of accen-
tuating this exodus to the newer states,
for farm land prices have risen to such
heights in many localities in those
states that only the rich can expect to
acquire them at present levels.
This condition of affairs is contrib-
uting no doubt to the unrest reported
among farmers in the older states.
Farm products are high, but so are ev-
erything else the farmer uses, includ-
ing the land he cultivates.
The situation presents a new and
greater opportunity to Texas to invite
the people of the older states seeking
cheaper lands to come to this state,
where there are not only millions of
acres of fertile lands still available at
reasonable prices, but other millions of
acres of absolutely idle lands that can
He believes his family is en- | be bought reasonably and soon turned
■ into productive and profitable farms.
! The tide of homeseekers that was
man in the city, to whom he sells his held up during the war should begin
| to set in again, and Texas should make
| new efforts to attract it. The rail-
‘ roads, now that they are back in the
: hands of their private owners, and are
' interested in developing the territory
i they traverse in the Southwest, should
I resume on a larger scale their old pol-
j icy of advertising the advantages of
i the new territory and of inducing im-
migration to those sections where op-
portunities await the industrious farm-
Her Forte.
Dr. Nansen, the explorer, tells an
amusing story of a Norwegian girl who
came to the United States to find em-
ployment. She was taken into the
family as a cook, but failed to give
satisfaction. Everything she touched
went wrong, and finally the lady of the
house asked desperately:
“Christina, is there anything you can
do?”
“Yes,” responded Christina, with a
grin. .“Ay can milk reindeer.”
pretty ways—dangerous
Poland demands 31 billion marks
from soviet Russia as a part of her
trade of the world. But it has de- peace terms. This is easy. Russia
veloped that the tremendous cost of the should not find much diffiuclty in in-
war to these nations has so greatly | ducing the printers to work a few eve-
handicapped/them that for years to I nings overtime for such a laudable
cause.
before, long enough to look steadily
into her troubled eyes. I
Then he set her down. “Come this
way—I’ll take my answer, whatever
it’s to be, here—not in the middle of the ,
road.”
He guided her to the spot he had
chosen. “We’ll fight it out here,” he
said in the same controlled way, though I
his eyes were alight.
Ann complied in silence, not con-
fusedly, absently rather, as if too com-
pletely engrossed by her thoughts eith-
er to speak or to object. She sat with
hands lax and eyes vague.
Baird studied her, trying to deter-
mine just how to begin: by telling her
the truth about himself first of all, he
decided, though he longed to set that
aside until he had captured the one
all-important thing.
He began abruptly. “Judith told me
about you father and mother, the
whole history, and I hoped that was
the reason you had sent me away—■
that you thought it would matter to
love you too much—that’ll be the trou-
ble.” He strove for control. "Ann—
do you remember what you said to the
stars, the night I didn’t know my own
heart—when you told me what love
was?”
“Yes, I remember.”
“Repeat it, won’t you—I want to hear
you say it”
Ann’s slurred syllables again made
music of it. “Love is wantin’ some-
body for all you own—so badly you
feel sure you can’t live without them.
. . . an’ at the same time bein’ such
good friends with them that you care
more about makin’ them happy than
being happy yourself.”
“There’s a bit of the Golden Rule in
that,” Baird said. “That’s what makes
it difficult. Do you think we can live
up to it, Ann?”
Ann answered him to the best of
her ability. . • . Years later she
answered the same question with a bet-
ter understanding.
at the time you kissed me—I loved it.
When you used to come an’ talk to
me, even than I liked you—sitting close
by me—even while I was worrying
over" Garvin an’ not knowing what to
do, an’ at the same time caring more
for Edward than for any one else in
the world, just feeling that he was my
father, an’ not knowin’ why I loved
him so much. That night you met me
on the spring-house path and asked me
if I was engaged to anybody, I told
you I’d rather you stayed away, be-
cause I was angry at myself for feel-
in' to you the way I did. I felt hateful
caring for three men at the same time,
like I was doing. Then when I read
your letters this summer—”
Baird was not to be denied any long-
for history: my father and mother
found each other much as yours did, in
spite of their different religions, which
was quite as insurmountable a diffi-
culty as Edward and your mother faced
My another was a Jewess and my fath-
er an Irish Catholic. They lived to-
gether two years, and then, because I
had come, they went before a justice of
the peace and gave me my fathers
name. To their way of thinking they
weren’t a bit more married than they
had ever been. Love and married them
and they had clung to each other in
spite of everything. I’ve often thought,
when I’ve seen the children of a love-
less marriage has brought into the
world, that I’ve had the best of it-
that those children must be wanting
in some way. I never fully realized
how much the mere legality of a mar-
riage means to people like your peo-
ple until I listened to Judith this af-
ternoon. . . • So, you see, Ann, it
doesn’t matter to me. It matters a
good deal more to me that you’ve suf-
fered because of the narrow prejudices
of your people. You told the collie,
when you hugged and kissed him, in
the barn, that first day I talked to you,
that he and Ben were the only ones
that loved you. You have gone hun-
gry and thirsty—that’s been the trou-
ble with you.”
Ann’s vagueness had slipped from
her; she was quivering from head to
Conclusion.
Is it permissible to steal a fragment
from later history in order to eluci-
date what has gone before? It is a
responsibility the fictional historian
must sometime take. •
Judith and Ann and Baird are of the
present. Life has woven them into
subsequent history, drawing from a
skein as tangled as was the skein of
thirteen years ago. The fragment I
pilfer is the conclusion of a letter from
Judith to Ann, penned in our day, and
part of another story:
“I have written you a few facts, Ann.
I have one more thing to tell you,
something that reaches back beyond
these years of mutual antagonism.
. . . The day after Nickolas Baird
It was the answer he expected. She
was very true to herself, and he liked
it. “I’ll be gone for a good many
i inonths," he said quietly. “What will
you do while I’m gone—stay here?”
“I—they want me to go to school.
. . . I can’t stay here. My father
wanted me to be educated—I’m so ig-
norant. He told me he meant to make
| a wonderful woman of me. That I
would grow to be a more charmin' an’
wonderful woman than Judith. . . .
But those things he thought because
he loved me so much.” She spoke
bleakly.
"You’ll be a deal more wonderful
than Judith, because you have a quality
she doesn’t possess,” Baird said. “Do
you want to go to school, Ann?”
There was actual terror in her re-
ply. “No. They'd all be strangers—
Among pine trees, owing to the soft-
ness of the wood, birds were not heard
to the same advantage, the wood ab- -
sorbing the sound, whereas the oak
gave it fuller play because of its hard-
ness. The poplar tree, being sensitive
to electricity, was almost silent in a
thunderstorm, and yet, after the storm
was over, it was more noisy, because
the twigs were more elastic.
“I think,” said Mr. Wilkinson, "that
the sound of falling water is very fas-
1 cinating to the ear. I have particular-
ly marked the contrast between sound
in a place where rocks are bare and in
other places where they are covered
with moss. This gives kind of muf-
fled sound to the musical splash of the
water and also to the songs of birds.”
CHARACTER IN A HANDSHAKE.
Turning again to the question of
touch, Mr. Wilkinson said that it was
a delight to shake hands with some
people. “I know one of the finest sur-
! geons in the city whose handshake is
I nervous, but who can handle the lan-
I cet with great skill,” he said. "Some
people judge too much by appearances.
If I could go into Armley jail and shake
hands with the prisoners I could at
once tell which were habitual crim-
inals and which were not. People who
are not quite what they should be are
never well balanced in action. They
have some small trait in their hands or
feet which gives them away.”
In July, 1915, Mr. Winkinson had the
degree of M.Sc. conferred on him by
Leeds University.
The Turning of the Worm.
I’m a mild mannered man, harsh words
I abhor;
I jump at sharp noises like slamming -
a door.
It grates on my nerves to hear lan-
guage profane,
And coarse, uncouth phrases near drive
me insane.
I tremble with fear when I witness a
fight,
And sight of blood makes me quite
faintish and white;
In case of a pinch I would run a full
mile,
To miss an encounter or stay it awhile.
And yet when they talk of food profi-
teers,
I’d wade through a puddle of gore to
my ears.
My voice rolls like thunder, my chest
sticks right out;
Their necks I could wring if I had.them
about; ,
In language profane I have wish
them to be
Where jeering black imps pod and jab
them in glee,
While shoveling coal in a flame smoth-
ered chute,
And I’ve wished them to have the lum-
bago to boot.
—William Van Groos in the Portland
Oregonian.
Premier Nitti seems disposed to
listen to suggestions looking to the
settlement of the Adriatic problem. As
this gentleman has been largely in-
strumental in keeping the matter be-
fore the eyes of the allied powers, it
| now begins to look as if a settlement
; might be possible. This belief is further
| strengthened by the fact that D’An-
■ nunzio has ceased from being a promi-
| nent factor in the affair. It begins to
appear as. if everybody was inclined to
be reasonable but the United States
senate.
ways wanting to be loved an’ trying to
make people love me, and it’s led to
fearful trouble. It drove Garvin mad
and it took my father—away—from
me__” Her voice failed her.
Baird put his arm about her, bent
and kissed her hands. “Don’t think
about all that, Ann. You love me—I
know you do—there’s nothing between
us now.”
“Yes.” She dropped the reins and aren’t you happy?"
moved vaguely, as if to get out on the; Her eyes were brimming with tears.
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discover the right way of loving her?
Certainly not until he possessed her.
Baird looked down at Ann. "Prob-
ably it’s your nature not to give much,
and I love to struggle for all I get.
You’re all quivering nerves, a mixture
of snow and sunshine, and I’ve no
nerves to speak of—I’m all fight.. I
think we’re suited to each other.” He
spoke decidedly. “Ann, they’re send-
ing me to Europe; I’m going day after
tomorrow—will you go with me? Will
you marry me tomorrow, and come
away from all this?”
She was silent for a long time. “I’d
rather wait—till you come back,” she
wronged you. Then he went, hot from
reading them, to the Mine Banks,
thinking he would find you with Gar-
vin. That he met Garvin at the first
ore-pit and accused him, and that Gar-
vin denied it. That he gave Garvin the
lie and they drew their pistols, that
they fired, and that Garvin wounded
him in the shoulder, disabling his pis-
tol arm. That Garvin had leveled to
fire again, when, suddenly, Edward ap-
peared arid tried to hold Garvin back,
and that Garvin’s pistol went off Coats
thought the shot had gone wild until
he saw Edward drop. He said that
Garvin laughed wildly then ran back
into the Banks.
“Coats said that Edward had passed
instantly. He realized then some of
the complications that were certain to
follow, and that he, went directly home,
and that Sue drove him into the city,
where he had his wound dressed.
“Coats said that he had had no in-
tention of shirking his responsibility,
that he had simply waited for events
tb shape themselves, and that what
followed made any action on his part
unnecessary, but that he had deter-
mined to come to me with his confes-
sion as soon as he felt that your fu-
ture was assured. He told me to pro-
ceed against him if I thought fit, that
he would face any charge I made. I
thought I had paid my last debt to
Westmore. but I was mistaken; I told
Coats to take his secret back with him
and keep it.
"And I have kept it until today. Now
I turn it over to you, together with my
confession: for the sake of my fam-
ily’s good name, I did the thing that
saved you from disgrace; I saved one
brother at, what seemed to me, a lesser
expense to the other.
“Take what I have told you and add
it to your already full experiences of
lives inextricably tangled because of
you. Wherever you have cast your net,
you have brought in a heavy haul.
. . . JUDITH.”
And from Ann’s reply also a frag-
ment: ,
“. . . and what you have told me
is not new to me. Coats told me long
ago, while I till lay ill. Coats told me,
and dear old Ben told me all he knew—■
I made them tell me, for I knew that
my father had never forsaken me—of
his own free will.
“And, Judith, I also know just why
you have written all this to me.
Throughout these years it has been a
Westmore pitted against a nobody’s
child. But I feel no bitterness, only an
immense interest, for out of it all has
grown a wonderful thing. . . .
ANN.”
her go, for he was sobered by the pal-
lor that had.replaced the hot flush in
her cheeks. “What’s the difficulty
Ann—tell me!” he demanded. “It’s not
going to make any difference, whatever
it is—but tell me.”
“It’.s something I can’t tell, but it
may bring disgrace on me an’ that will
be disgrace on you—if I let you mar-
ry me.”
“It’s nothing you have done—I know
that!” Baird said quickly. “What other
people have done doesn’t matter to me.
. . . You mean the true inwardness
of all that tragedy last spring? . . .
Why, Ann I’ve always known that half
that story hadn’t been told.”
“I was the cause of it all. . *
Any day it may come out who I am
and worse things than that for you to
bear. That was the reason I made you
go away an’ wouldn’t answer your let-
ters.”
“Westmore and Penniman pride—
there it is again!” Baird said. “I don t
want your secret, dear. I think there s
not much you could tell me that I
haven’t already guessed—in spite of
Ben.” He circled her with his arms.
“Do you think that anything could
drive me away from you now—after
that kiss of yours? . . • Tell me
again that you love me! Tell me!”
Her answer was a drooping glace and
her slow smile, which. Baird stole from
her lips. “Ann, you’re here in my arms
and I’m holding you close, but I’ve a
queer feeling that I’m clasping some-
thing that may slip away any mo-
ment—it makes me want to hold you
tighter. It won’t be like that by and
by—when you’re all mine?”
“I don’t know,” she said slowly.
“I’ll always be wanting to be loved an’
not thinkin’ so much about whether
I’m lovin’ or not. ... I know it
was like heaven when Edward told me
he was my father and how much he
loved me. I’d been wanting to be loved
like that—all my life—”
Baird pondered her answer for a
moment. . . . She had not pretend-
ed; she had told the truth about her-
self; the woman in her answered to
the man in him, but there was, deep in
her, a capacity for loving that he had
not yet touched. It was guarded by
hesitancy, elusiveness, and, not sel-
fishness exactly, nor timidity, but an
indefinable inaccessibility that was
simply Ann. Judith was more forceful
and less complex. . . . Perhaps if
Ann had striven over him as he had
striven over her, the thing he wanted
to grasp would be his. Edward had
come nearer to the indefinable thing
Because of you
I smiled with eyes
That strove to hide a life’s deep sor-
row.
And now you’ve found the Dawn of
Day:
Who knows? I may find it tomor-
row!—Martine Leonard.
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