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LATE PEACE MOVE.
It is more than likely that the Berlin
newspaper in publishing' a suggestive
i peace proposition was inspired by some
one in high authority in the German
government, for the provisions bear
the earmarks of the Berlin cabinet
which cannot, apparently, get far
■ enough away from the practice of du-
plicity to even approximate the appear-
L ance of candor. If the Berlin news-
i papers will make a symposium of com-
ments from the newspapers of the Unit-
I ed States it will probably discover that
| not a single American paper has ac-
cepted the proposition seriously for
- the very simple reason that German
diplomacy has partaken so much of
what is now termed camouflage, that
* it is not to be accepted at its announced
I value unless it brings with it the royal
’ signature and the impress of the im-
| perial seal.
“Germany wants no annexation or
indemnities in the West,” reads the first
proposition. Knowing the German
mind as well as we do and being aided
in forming judgment by the numerous
acts that have characterized German
diplomacy since the beginning of the
war, it might be suggested that the
article could be made to read more
correctly by deleting the word “wants”
and the substitution of “will ask.” But
regardless of how the sentence may
be framed by its authors, it has been
definitely determined that Germany
will get neither territory nor indemni-
ties, but will be made to pay indemni-
ties for the ruthless overrunning - of
Belgium and the wanton destruction of
private property in that kingdom. There
need be no further reading of any peace
proposition until this shall have been
agreed to.
Perhaps after a while Germany will
begin to comprehend a few things of
which she appears to be ignorant at
present, or which she obstinately re-
fuses to see, and the very first of these
is that there are still a few people on
earth who mean what they say and
that President Wilson is one of the
few. A reperusal of Mr. Wilson’s Fourth
of July address might convey to the
German statesmen an idea of what
America thinks a practical basis for
a peace discussion and as this plat-
form, laid down by the president, has
been indorsed by those other nations
who are with us very much concerned
in an early and a lasting peace, it can
be readily seen that any talk of an-
nexation or indemnities is out of place,
especially from a nation having so
slight a tenure upon the territory in-
vaded and held by a constantly weak-
ening army.
Any time during the existence of a
war, is a good time for talking peace,
but it is not a good time to assume the
attitude of a dictator of the terms
upon which a peace pact shall be writ-
ten. Germany has not yet won this
war, and until she can proclaim her-
self conqueror of the world, it would
be better to reserve such propositions
as has recently emanated from Berlin.
It is expected that from some member
of the German cabinet will come a
denial of responsibility for the pub-
lication. This practice has been re-
peated so often that one marvels why
the kultur of Germany does not suggest
its substitution by some other form
of linguistic smoke screen, but it de-
ceives no one, not even so much as the
retirement of a cabinet officer for
having made an indiscreet admission,
which admission had been prearranged,
together with the dismissal in the
• event the minister’s address failed to
bring about desired results.
If Germany wants peace and not
an opportunity to retrieve her losses
in men and treasure, the president’s
Independence Day speech offers a basis
in four brief chapters: The destruc-
tion of every arbitrary power that can
disturb the peace of the world; the
settlement of every question, terri-
torial, economic, political or of sov-
ereignty by the people concerned; the
consent of all nations to be governed
in their conduct toward each other by
the same principles of honor and re-
spect that govern the individual cit-
izens; the establishment of an organi-
zation of peace which shall, make cer-
tain the domination of right and jus-
tice. Finally, “There can be but one-
issue. The settlement must be final.
There can be no compromise. No half-
way decision would be tolerable. No
half-way decision is conceivable. These
are the ends for which the associated
people of the world are fighting and
which must be conceded them before
there can be peace.”
The German torpedo has found
another shining mark in the White
Star liner Justicia, but the loss of, the
ship, annoying as it may be, is some-
what offset by the fact that only a few
of the crew were lost and that the ship
was empty when she fell a victim to
the waiting U-boat. No doubt the Ger-
man press will hail this incident as
highly demonstrative of the efficacy of
the U-boat campaign. However, the
last word has not ho n shaken on the
Eastern Offices.
• New York Office, 341 Fifth Ave.
D. J. Randall.
Chicago, St. Louis and Detroit Offices,
The S. C. Beckwith Agency.
subject of submarines, and American
troops are being safely ferried across
the ocean at a rate that must give no
little concern to the German military
masters.
Again the Russian amy is going to
be mobilized. At least that, is the in-
formation coming from Moscow through
Amsterdam. The reason for the mo-
bilization is not stated, but it can be
conjectured that a Russian army might
do almost anything unless, perhaps,
fight. One does not need to be a seer
to discover the cunning hand of Ger-
many in the proposition, the aim being
to warn the allies that they were not
to be permitted to aid in the restora-
tion of Russia; that chaotic condi-
tions were more helpful to Germany
than any rehabilitation could be. But
there need not be any fear entertained
that the Russian army under Lenine
and Trotzky will ever amount to any-
thing more, than a partially drilled
mob doing the ’will of those plotters
who had succeeded in bringing about
the downfall of a trusting people seek-
ing the light of independence and de-
mocracy.
If he allied attack on the Marne does
nothing more, it has so badly shattered
the German military plans as to pre-
vent any further movement, of aggres-
sion this summer "on the part of the
Teutonic forces.. But the end has not
yet arrived, and the manner in which
General Foch is pressing his offensive
would seem to indicate that he expects
more substantial results than a mere
stunning of the enemy. Nor is it be-
lieved that a countermove on this lim-
ited front constituted the trump card
in the game. Military tacticians are
hourly looking for a major movement
on some other part of the long front to
be launched when the present battle
shall have reached the psychological
moment.
Such news as‘ has been permitted to
come to this country from the present
4 battle along the Marne tell of the
splendid morale of the American sol-
diers. Although this was expected, it
is none the less gratifying to learn that
although some of the young fellows
were under fire for the first time they
acted like veterans, singing snatches
of song and joking with their fellow-
fighters. Even the wounded appeared
to be more interested in the progress
of the fight than they were in having
their injuries attended to, and once in
the hospital the young warriors exhib-
ited anxiety to get well as quickly as
possible in order that they might get
back on the firing line.
The American soldiers in France have
discovered that the people among whom
they find themselves take very kindly
to American money, both bills and coin.
On the other hand, the doughboy fights
shy of the French paper money, as it
tears easily and calls for a mental
arithmetical calculation every time he
undertakes to purchase anything. How-
ever, the Sammy and the French shop-
keeper get along splendidly despite the
handicap of niether being able to speak
the language of the other. They have
both learned that language is not nec-
essary; money talks.
SANCTUM SIFTINGS
PASSING OF THE CRISIS.
Houston Post.
The situation on the Western front
looks very much as if the crisis of the
year and of the war has been safely
passed.
The German high command has, be-
ginning with the drive of March 21,
made a desperate attempt to gain a
decision before the American army
could come up. That the attempt came
dangerously near being successful can-
not be denied.
But now within a few days of the
fourth anniversary of the beginning of
the was, the second battle of the
Marne, which is still in progress, has
resulted .in such a German defeat it is
no longer believed by, the allied war
offices that the Germans will be able
to undertake again a dangerous of-
fensive.
It is believed that the allies now have
their entire battle line secure and that
the final victory depends only upon
the effort that is to begin probably
next year, when the American forces in
France will be equal to any task.
Naturally, we hear again another out-
burst of predictions that the war will
end before ^winter, and these predic-
tions are now, as they have been be-
fore, quite as dangerous as German
propaganda.
The second battle of Marne has per-
haps marked a turning point, but it
does not pressage the early end of
the war unless, indeed, that some un-
looked for condition in Germany should
cause the army to surrender, and this
is not probable. No doubt -Germany
would be willing now to make a more
liberal peace than at any previous time,
but no German peace of any character
could possibly be acceptable to the
allies, whose objective still remains
the utter destruction of the Prussian
menace to the liberties and peace of
+L. wa-iA
The Unspeakable Perk
by
SAMUEL HOPKINS ADAMS
Copyright 1916, by Samuel Hopkins Adams. All rights reserved.
Printed by permission of, and by special arrangement with
HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY.
“Oh, Mr. Beetle Man, are you there?”
she called.
“Yes, Voice. You sound strange. What
is it?”
“I've been hurrying, and if you tell
me I’m late, I’ll—I’ll fall on your neck
again and break it.”
“Has anything happened?”
“Nothing in particular. I’ve been
boxing the compass with a mule. It’s
tiresome.”
He reflected.
“You’re not, by any chance, speak-
ing figuratively of your respected par-
ent?” .
“Certainly not!” she disclaimed in-
mule.
a real
-dignantly. “This was
You’re very impertinent.”
“Well, you see, he was inpertinent
to me, saying he was out when he was
in. What is his decision—yes or no?”
A sharp exclamation came from the
nook below.
“Is that the entomological synonym
for ‘damn’?” she inquired.
“It’s a lament for time wasted on a
—Well, never mind that."
“But he wants you to carry a mes-
sage by that secret route of yours.
Will you do it for him?”
' “No!”
“That’s not being a very kind or
courteous beetle, man.” „,
“I owe Mr. Brewster no courtesy,
“And you pay only where you owe?
Just, but hardly amiable. Well, you
owe me nothing —but—will you do it
for me?”
“Yes.”
“Without even
“Yes.”
“In return you shall
knowing what it is?”
have your
heart’s desire.”
“Doubted.”
“Isn’t the dearest wish of your soul
to drive me out of Caracuna?"
“Hum! Well—er—yes. Yes; of course
it is.”
"Very well. If you can get dad’s mes-
sage on the wire to Washington, he
thinks the secretary of state, who is
his friend, can reach the Dutch and
have them open up the blockade for
us.” . o
“Time apparently meaning nothing
to him.”
“Would it take much time.
“About four days to a wire.”
She gazed at him in amazement.
“And you were willing to give
four days to carry my message through,
up
‘unsight—unseen,’ as we children used
to say?” . 1 . T
“Willing enough, but not able to. Id
have got a messenger through with it,
if necessary. But in four days, there 11
be other obstacles besides the Dutch.
“Quarantine?”'
"I thought that had to wait for Dr.
“Pruyn's here. That's a secret, Miss
Brewster.” ' .
“Do you know everything? Has he
found plague?" 0
“Ah, I don’t say that. But he will find
it, for it’s certainly here. I satisfied
myself of that yesterday.”
“From your beggar friend?”
“What made you think that, O most
acute observer?” ..
“What else would you be talking
him of with such interest?”
himyoure correct. Bubonic al-
ways starts in the poor quar-
ters To know how people
die, you bave to know how they live
So I cultivated my beggar friend and
listened to the gossip of quick funerals
and unexplained disappearances. Id I
have had some real arguments to pre-
sent to Mr. Brewster if he had cared
to listen.”1 m
“He’ll listen to Dr. Pruy n. They re
old friends.”
“No' Are they?"
-Yes. Since college days. So per-
haps the quarantine will be easier 0
get through than the blockade.
“Do you think so? Im afraid you’ll
find that pull doesn’t work with the
service that Dr. Pruyn is in. -
“And you think that there will be
quarantine within four days?”
“Almost sure to be.”a
“Then, of course, I needn’t trouble
vou with the message.
“Don’t Jump at conclusions. There
might be another and quicker way •
“Wireless?” she asked quickly.
“No wireless on the island. No. Tins
way you'll just have to trust me for.
“I’ll trust you for anything you say
vou can do.”
"But I don’t say I can. I say only
that I’ll'try.”
“That’s enough for me. Ready: Now,
brace yourself. I'm coming down."
“No. - Besides, you know you want to
see me. No use pretending, after last
time. Remember your verse now, and
I’ll come slowly.” * • ,
Solemnly he began: — ,,
“Scarab, tarantula, neurop—
“ ‘Doodle-bug,’ ”. she prompted se-
verely. ,
“—doodle-bug, flea,”—he concluded
obediently.
“Scarab, tarantula, doodle-bug, flea.
Scarab, tarantula, doodle—
Oof! I—1—didn’t think you’d be here
so soon!" ,
He scrambled to his feet, hardly less
palpitating than on the occasion of
their first encounter.
"Hopeless!" she mourned. “Incur-
able! Wanted: a miracle of St. Vitus.
Do stop nibbling your hat, and sit
down.” \
"I don’t think it's as bad as it was,
he murmured, obeying. "One gets ac-
customed to you,"
“One gets accustomed to anything
in time, even the eccentricities of one’s
friends.”
“Do vou thing I’m eccentric?”
“Do I think—Have you ever known
any one who didn't think you eccen-
tric?”
Upon this he pondered solemnly.
“It's so long since I’ve stopped to
consider what people think of me. One
hasn’t time, you know."
“Then one in unhuman. I have time.”
“Of course. But you haven’t any-
thing else to do."
As this was quite true, she naturally
felt annoyed.
“Knowing as you do all the secrets of
my inner life',” she observed sarcasti-
cally, "of course you are in a position
to Judge.”
Her own words recalled Carrol’s
charge, and though, with the subject,
of them before her, it seemed ridicu-
lously impossible, yet the spirit of mis-
chief, ever hovering about her like an
attendant sprite, descended and took
possession of her speech. She assumed
a severely Judicial expression.
“Mr. Beetle Man, will you lay your
hand upon your microscope, or what-
ever else scientists make oath upon,
and answer fully and truly the ques-
tion about to be put to you?”
“As I hope for a blessed release from
this abode of lunacy, I will?”
“Mr. Beetle Man, have you got an
awful secret in .your life?”
So sharply did he start that the
heavy goggles slipped a fraction of an
inch.along his nose, the first time she
had ever seen them in any degree dis-
countenanced by his perturbation.
"Why do you ask that?” he demand-
ed.
“Natural interest in a friend,” she
answered lightly, but with growing
wonder. “I think you’d be altogether
irresistible if you were a pirate or a,
smuggler or a revolutionary. The ro-
mantic spirit could lurk so securely be-
hind those gloomy soul-screens that
you wear. What do you keep back of
them, O dark and shrouded beetle
man ?”
“My eyes,” he grunted.
“Basilisk eyes, I’m sure. And what
behind the eyes?”
“My thoughts."
“You certainly keep them securely.
No intruders allowed,
answered my question.
But you haven’t
Have you ever
murdered any one in cold blood?
Or
are you a married man trifling with the
affections of poor little me?”
“You shall know all,” he began, in
the leisurely tone of one who com-
mences a long narrative. “My parents
were honest, but poor. At the age of
three years and four months, a mater-
nal uncle, who, having been a proof-
reader of Abyssinian dialect'stories for
a ladies’ magazine, was considered a
literary prophet, foretold that I—”
“ ‘Oh, skip your dear uncle!’ the bell-
man exclaimed,
And, impatiently tinkled his bell.” -
Her companion promptly capped her
verse:—
“'I skip forty years,’ said the baker in
tears,"—
“You can’t” she objected. “If you
skipped half that, I don’t believe it
would leave you much.”
“When one is giving one’s life history
by request,” he began, with dignity,
"interruptions—”
“It isn’t by request,” she proteted.
“I don’t want your life history. I won’t
have it! You shan’t treat an unpro-
tected and helpless stranger so. Be-
sides, I’m much more interested to
know how you came to be familiar with
Lewis Carroll.”
“Just because I’ve wasted my career
on frivolous, trifles like science, you
needn’t think I’ve wholly neglected the
true inwardness of life, as exemplified
in‘The Hunting of the Snark,’ he said
gravely.
“Do you know"— she leaned forward
searching his face—“I believe you
came out of that book yourself. Are
you a Boojum? Will you, unless I
‘char you with smiles and soap.’
“ ‘Softly and silently vanish away,
And never be heard of again’?”
“You’re mixed. You’d be the ope to
do that if I were a real Boojum. And
you’ll be doing it soon enough, any-
way,” he concluded ruefully.
“So I shall, but don’t be too sure that
I’ll ‘never be heard of again.’”
He glanced up at the sun, which was
edging behind a dark cloud, over the
gap.
“Is your raging thirst for personal
information sufficiently slaked?” he
asked. “We've still fifteen or twenty
minutes left.”
“Is that all? And I haven't yet given
you the message!" She drew it from the
bag and handed it to him.
“Sealed,” he observed.
The girl colored painfully.
“Dad didn’t intend—You mustn’t
think—” With a flash of generous
wrath she tore the envelope open and
held out the inclosure. “But I shouldn’t
have thought you so concerend with
formalities,” she commented curiously.
“It .isn’t that. But in some respects,
possibly important, it would be better
if—" He stopped, looking at her
doubtfully.
“Read it.” she nodded.
* He ran through the brief document.
"Yes; it’s just as well that I should
know. I’ll leave a copy.
Something in his accent made her
scrutinize him.
“You're going into danger!” she
cried.
“Danger? No; I think not. Difficulty,
perhaps. But I think it can be put
through.”
“If it were dangerous, you’d do it
just the same,” she said, almost ac-
cusingly.
“It would be worth some danger now
to get you away from greater danger
later. Seen here, Miss Brewster”— he
rose and stood over her there must
be no mistake or misunderstanding
about this.”
“Don’t gloom at me with those aw-
ful glasses, she said fretfully. “I feel
as if I were being stared at by a hidden
person.”
He disregarded the protest.
“If I get this message through, can
you guarantee that your father will
take out the yacht as soon as the Dutch
send word to him?"
“Oh. yes. He will do that. How are
you going to deliver the message?
Again her words might as well not
have been spoken.
“You'd better have your luggage
ready for a quick start."
“Will it be soon?”
“It may be.”
“How shall we know?,,
“I will get word to you.”
“Bring it?"
He shook his head.
"No; I fear not. This is good-bye.”
“You’re very casual about it,” she
said, aggrieved. “At last, it would be
polite to pretend."
“What am I to pretend?”
"To be sorry. Aren’t you sorry? Just
a little bit?” . ,
“Yes; I’m sorry. Just a little bit—
at least."
I’m most awfully sorry myself,” she
said frankly. “I shall miss you.”
"As a curiosity?” he asked, smiling.
“As a friend. You have been a friend
to us—to me,” she amended sweetly.
“Each time I see you. I have more
the feeling that you've been more of a
friend than I know.”
he
“‘That which thy servant is,’
Poetry and Persiflage
SUMMERTIME IN WASHINGTON.
Soldier boys in khaki, sailor boys in
blue,
Strolling up and strolling down along
the Avenue,
Soon there will be stern days and grim
days for you; *
We look into your faces, and know that
you are true!
You behold the sunlight where the
statues stare,
The trees in the Circles with their em-
erald wear,
And, fair as the magic of a dream is
fair,
The Capitol's dome like a bubble in
the air. -
Soldier boys from Kansas, sailor boys
from Maine,
All the way from Oregon and the Texas
plain,
Valient young Americans, whatever be
your strain,
Duty lies before you, and we feel that ,
you are fain!
Fain to meet the call of it, fain to see
it through,
Marking the great Monument rise be-
fore your view,
Hearing how the Nation’s heart pulses
here anew.
Soldier boys in khaki, sailor boys in
blue!
—Clinton Scollard.
The German semiofficial press bu-
reau, safely ensconced in Berlin, can
afford to make weird Jokes about the
American fighting man.
But the poor German boobs who have
to face the Americans will hardly be
able to appreciate the humor.
An Old One in New Guise.
A Jackie wrote his mother from East
Indian waters that he was sending her
a beautifully striped kimono. A neigh-
bor read the letter to the old lady. The
latter was thunderstruck.
“Dear knows why he should send me
such a thing. I wish you would kind-
ly tell me what I am going to do with
it. I suppose I can keep it tied in the
backyard, but what I am going to feed
it, goodness knows.”
A Quick Trip.
A trainload of negro troops arrived
in New York the other day, and the
train ducked through the tunnel un-
der the city and came to the surface
on Long Island. One of the soldiers
stuck his head out of the window and
yelled: “Fo, lan’s sake, boys, yere we
is in France at last!” .
Only Day Laborers Win Out.
Coach—To make this team you’ll
have to get down and dig.
Track candidate, indignantly—I’m no
day laborer.—The Purple Cow.’
Some men will run if you say Boo!
to them; to get others in motion you
must say booze.
Battle Hymn of the Yeowomen.
Fifteen yeogirls, mostly beauts,
Yo ho ho, and luff, girls, luff.
See the officers take salutes-
Yo ho ho, and a powder puff.
—Phil E. Ledger.
He Saw His Finish.
Bomb Instructor—After lighting the
fuse count five before throwing the
bomb.
Stuttering Rookie—G-G-G-Good n-n-
n-night!—Cartoons Magazine.
A Pseudonym. ,
“Pa, what is a pseudonym?”
“I don’t know, son,” replied the man
whose car is in the repair shop a great
deal of the time, “but if it’s a thingum-
bob that belongs to an automobile,
I’ll have to buy it sooner or later.”—■
Birmingham Age-Herald.
nnyand his
by David Cory
Well, what do you think happened
today, before I had time to sit down
and write this story? Why, the train
from Turnip Hill came puffing into
Rabbitville and out hopped Billy Bunny
and Uncle Lucky, so I guess they got
up in time this morning, which I was
afraid they might not do in the story
before this, you remember.
And there at the station was the Old
Red Rooster with the Luckymobile, all
ready to take the two little rabbits
back to Uncle Lucky’s little white
house on the corner of Lettuce avenue
and Carrot street.
So in they hopped and away went the
Luckymobile, for the Old Red Roostei
was a mighty good chauffeur, let me
tell you.
"Everything all right at home?”
asked Uncle Lucky, after they had gone
for maybe a mile or three.
“The little sparrow has five little
sparrows in her nest on the .front
porch,” said the Old Red Rooster.
“Any more news?” asked the old
gentleman rabbit. And then the Old
Red Rooster scratched his head.
“Oh, yes,” he answered; “the little
black cricket has gone to visit her
cousin, Mrs. Treetoad.”
And after that nobody said a word
till they drove into the gate, and then
the old gentleman rabbit said:
“Be it ever so humble, there’s no place
like home.
And if you don’t think so Just start out
and roam.
You can never forget the roses that
bloom
Out there in your garden so close to
your room,
quoted lightly. But beneath the light-
ness she divined a pain that she could
not wholly fathom. Quite aware of
her power, Miss Polly Brewster was
now, for one of the few times in her
life, stricken with contrition for her
use of it.
“And I—I haven’t been very nice,
she faltered. “Im afraid sometimes
I've been quite horrid."
“You? You've been ‘the glory and
the dream.’ I shall, be needing mem-
ories for a while. And when the glory
has gone, at least the dream will re-
main—tethered.”
“But I’m not going to be a dream
alone,” she said, with wistful light-
ness. “It’s far too much like being
a ghost. And I’m going to write to
you, if you will tell me where. You
won’t find it so very easy to make a
mere memory of me. And when you
come home—When are you coming
home?”
He shook his head. . ,
“Then you must find out and let me
know. And you must come and visit
us at our summer place, where there's
a mountain-side that we can sit on,
and you can pretend that our lake is
They tell us that every troopship
leaving America for France carries
3,400 pounds of sauerkraut for the
men. How they must hate the kaiser!
Fair Enough.
“I’m goin’ swimmin’,” announced a
small South Side boy the other night.
“Oh, no, you’re not,” replied his moth-
er.
“Well, why not?”
“Because I'll give you a good spank-
ing when you get back,” explained the
mother confidently.”
“That’s fair enough,” decided the boy,
flying out of the door with his bathing
suit under his arm.—Kansas City Star.
Style Note.
A lot of Americans are not wearing
“vons” this season.
After Pinning That Name on Him,
What Could They Expect?
Notice to Public.—I am here giving
notice that from now on I will not be
held responsible for any debts or acts
of injustice done by my son William
Jennings B. Ward, .aged 18. J. M. Ward.
—Mason City Globe-Gazette.
While conserving; why not leave the
“a” out of cocoanut?-—Portland Ore-
gonian.
The Colonel Would Bite 'Em.
Captain Archie Roosevelt was given
a resounding kiss on each cheek by the
French officer who decorated him. We
would like a snapshot of any official
who would try to kiss Archie’s father.
—Minneapolis Tribune.
Prayer of a Soldier of France.
My shoulders ache beneath my pack,
(Lie easier, Cross upon His back.)
I march with feet that burn and smart,
(Tread, Holy Feet, upon my heart.)
Men shout at me who may not speak,
(They scourged Thy back and smote
Thy cheek.)
I may not lift a hand to clear
My eyes of salty drops that sear,
(Then shall my fickle soul forget
Thy Agony of Bloody Sweat?)
My rifle hand is stiff and numb,
(From Thy pierced palm red rivers
come.)
Lord, Thou didst suffer more for me
Than all the hosts of land and sea,
So let me render back again
This millionth of Thy gift. . Amen.
—By Joyce Kilmer, private 165th In-
fantry, American Expeditionary
Forces, in Good Housekeeping
Magazine.
Our idea of a very rich man is the
fellow who wears suspenders and a belt
at the same time.
Explained.
Sergeant to recruit—Explain what
is meant by “Mark time.”
Recruit—You lift the left foot up and
place the right foot alongside of it
and continue the motion.—Judge.
Secretive.
Cora—Thought you told me Buckle
belongs to a secret order? He is a
“Knight of the Garter.”
Dora—Well, I knew it was something
that should be kept under cover.—
Lamb.
f
Proof Positive.
we
we
Those war profits figures sent to the
senate by the federal trade commis-
sion confirm our suspicions that
have been paying for something
didn’t get.—New Orleans Item.
Too Serious.
In a case of assault by a husband on
his wife the injured woman was re-
luctant to prosecute.
“I’ll lave him ’ter God, yer honor,” she
said.
“O, dear, no!” said the judge. “It’s
far too serious a matter for that.”—
Boston Transcript.
And you'll listen and wait for the noises
of home,
So take it from me, don't start out to
roam.”
“That’s what I think,” said the Old
Red Rooster as he dusted off the seat
cushions with his feather duster tail.
And after that the two little rabbits
hopped into the house, and Uncle Lucky
put on his old carpet slippers and sat
down in the Morris Chair. “Wind up
the graphophone,” he said to Billy
Bunny. So the little rabbit picked out
a new record and then the music com-
menced:
“The lollypops are blooming
On their little slender stalks,
And the ice cream cones are budding
Along the garden walks.
And the apples in the orchard
Are dropping in the pie,
And the ice cream in the freezer
Will be ready by and by.”
And then the Old Grandfather Clock
in the hall struck nine and the little
rabbits went to bed. And while they
were undressing a. little fairy from
Dream Land stood outside the window
with a dream for each of them. Wasn’t
that nice? And as soon as Uncle Lucky
had his nightcap on and Billy Bunny
his pink pajamas, the little fairy came
in and put a dream under the little
rabbit’s pillow and another dream un-
der Uncle Lucky’s bolster, and then she
went down stairs and gave Miss Mousie
a piece, of moonbeam cheese, which is
the most delicious thing, I’m told, that
the fairies eat. And in the next story
you shall hear what Uncle Lucky
dreamed—that is, if the old gentleman
rabbit can remember it in the morn-
ing.
the Caribbean and hate it to your
heart's content—”
“I don't believe I can ever quite hate
the Caribbean again.”
“From this view you mustn’t, any-
way. I shouldn’t like that. As for our
lake, nobody could really help loving
it. So you must be sure and come,
won’t you?”
“Dreams!” he murmured.
“Isn’t there room in the scientific
life for dreams?”
“Yes. But not for their fulfillment.”
“But there will be beetles and dra-
gon-flies on our mountain,” she went
on, conscious of talking against time,
of striving to put off the moment of
departure. “You'll find plenty of work
there. Do you know, Mr. Bettie Man,
you haven’t told me a thing, really,
about your work, or a thing, really,
about yourself. Is that the way to
treat a friend?”
“When I undertook to spread before
you the true and veracious history of
my life,” he began, striving to make his
tone light, “you would none of it.”
“Are you determined to put me off?
Do you think that I wouldn’t'find the
PERSONS AND PLACES
ALEXANDER H. STEPHENS.
This noted citizen was born Feb. 11,
1812, in Crawfordville, Ga., both his
parents died while Stephens was very •
young and he was taken in charge
by his uncle, Aaron Grier. At one time
he was strongly inclined to study for
the ministry, but later chose the law,
and was admitted to the bar when 22
years of age. He worked and studied
hard and soon gained quite a local
reputation and in the course of his
practice found himself arrayed against
such giants of the profession as Sayre
and Thomas, Dawson and Toombs.
His political life began when in
1836 he was elected toa the Georgia
general assembly. In 1837 his health,
always delicate, gave way completely
and he was compelled to abandon his
law practice and seek health in travel.
In 1839 he was sent to Charleston as
delegate to the national convention and
there met the most distinguished men
of the nation. At this time Georgia and
South Carolina were opposed to each
other in everything; it had become a
settled policy between the two states
that if one took one side of a proposi-
tion the other would be found on the
opposite side. The subject under de-
bate was the importance of the South
having direct trade communication
with Great Britain; the first clause in
the debate had been passed without
developing any difference between the
two states, but when the second was
reached the difference developed. Steph-
ens was at this time comparatively un-
known and the great men of South
Carolina delivered their arguments and
requested that they be met, doing so
in a manner to indicate that they be-
lieved the task an impossible one.
When Stephens arose to speak his
physical delicacy drew attention to the
man which was soon succeeded by won-
der over the mental powers of the
young orator whose quick wit, keen
powers of analyzation and powerful
logic pushed aside every argument ad-
vanced by the opposition. It was a
more remarkable feat because Stephens
had never before been considered
among the great men of his state.
In 1855 Stephens enlisted his talent
against the Know Nothing movement
and with Henry A. Wise of Virginia
led the fight in that memorable cam-
paign. In 1860 he threw the strength
of personality in favor of Stephen A.
Douglas for the presidency while he
plead for the preservation of the con-
stitution. When the crash came, he
yielded to the request of his state and
•accepted the vice presidency of the
Southern Confederacy. After the war
between the states he was again sent
to the national senate where he dedi-
cated his matchless eloquence to har-
mony, peace, wisdom and the union. He
died at Atlanta, Ga., March 4, 1883.
WHERE DAY BEGINS.
A writer in the St. James Gazette
says on this subject: “Seeing that as
one moves westward the time gets
earlier and earlier, so that when it is
Monday noon in London it is some time
on Monday morning in America, it fol-
lows that, if this principle were con-
tinued without limit half way around
the world, at the same moment that it
was Monday noon in London it would
also be twenty-four later, that is, Tues-
day noon, in London. As this is re-
ductio absurdam, we have to look for
the limit which does exist, on the
principle that as one moves westward
the time gets earlier, and as one moves
eastward, gets later.
Before the circumnavigation of the
globe there was no difficulty. When
on Monday the sun stood over London
it was Monday noon in London. As
the sun moves (to use a popular term)
westward and stood a little later over
Dublin, and so on until he reached the
western limit of the known world.
When the sun, passed over that limit
that was the end of noon for that Mon-
day, and nobody knew what the sun
was doing until he reappeared on the
eastern limit of the known world,
bringing with him Tuesday morning.
It is evident, therefore, that while
the sun was in the unknown abyss be-
tween west and east he dropped the at-
tribute of making the time at all places
directly under his rays Monday noon
and took to himself the attribute of
making Tuesday noon.
As the confines of the world were
pushed further eastward and west-
ward, the, unknown abyss where this
change of attribute had to be made got
narrower and narrower, until, when
the globe was circumnavigated, the
place of change became simply a line.
This line exists, and is the place where
the day begins. As the sun crosses
this remarkable spot the time Jumps
twenty-four hours onward—from noon
of one day to noon on the next day.
The situation of the line has been lo-
cated quite fortuitously, namely, by
the circumstance whether any given
place was first reached by civilized
man journeying from the east or from
the west.
The discoverer brought with him the
almanac from whence he came, and if
he came from the west the time in the
new country would be later, and if he
came from the east it would be earlier
than the time in the country he camo
from. America was reached by civil-
ized man journeying westward, and
China by man traveling eastward, and
the result is that the line that marks
where the day begins lies between
these two, in the Pacific ocean, and,
instead of being a straight line, zig-
zags about, dividing islands which hap-
pened to be discovered from the east
from those that happened to be dis-
covered from the west.
There must' still be many islands in
that ocean where it is not yet decided
to which side of the line they belong;
there must also be many islands which
have never been permanently occupied
by civilized people and which change
their day from time to time, so that a
ship coming from China might arrive
on Tuesday, while another ship calling
at the same time from America would
arrive on Monday. There must be peo-
ple living so near this line that by go-
ing a few miles they can leave today
and get into tomorrow, or by going
back can find yesterday.
things that are real to you interest-
ing?"
“They're quite technical,” he said
shyly.
“But they are the big things to you,
aren’t they? They make life for you?”
“Oh, yes; that, of course.” It was, as
if he were surprised at the need of
such a question. “I suppose I find
the same excitement and adventure in
research that other men find in poli-
tics. Or war, or making money.
“Adventure?” she said, puzzled. “I
shouldn’t have supposed research an
adventurous career, exactly."
“No; not from the outside.” His hid-
den gaze shifted to sweep the far dis-
-tances. His voice dropped and soften-
ed, and, when he spoke again, she felt
vaguely and strangely that he was
hardly thinking of her or her question,
except as a part of the great wonder-
world surrounding and enfolding their
companioned remoteness.
(To Be Continued.)
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